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Cherry Flavored

[Summary]: Your biker boyfriend takes you on a joyride.

[Theme]: Established realtionship!AU, Biker!JK

[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, oral (f receiving), spitting, dom!JK, riding, creampie, spanking

[Word Count]: 5,498

[A/N]: The biker verse has come to me in the new year. So has covid. But biker fantasies heal me. Enjoy! (P.s. thinking of doing a Tae fic soon??)

“Just, hold onto me,” Jungkook smiles. It’s a toothy grin, one that would usually send butterflies of affection straight to your tummy. His lip piercings shine like the metal around his fingers and ears, catching the midnight glow of the street lamps against them.

“There’s no seat belt,” you exhale.

“Of course,” he laughs a little. Brown hairs fall over his forehead with the soft force of his voice. You’re too nervous to move them out of the way like you usually would right now. “It’s a motorcycle, baby. I’m your seat belt.”

You laugh in disbelief.

“Kook, I’m not sure—” you begin, but he stops you. Cold hands cup your cheeks, his nose inches from yours. You can smell cherries on his breath, left over from the cherry flavored lollipop he bought from one of the gum ball machines at the entrance of the diner you just ate at.

“Baby,” he kisses your lips once. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, you know that.”

You exhale against his lips, knowing his words are true. But still, your mind can’t help but evaluate all the “what ifs”.

“I’ll go slow,” he smiles softly. “No games.”

“Promise?” You search his eyes. You know he isn’t lying. He’d never play with your safety like that. He loves you too much. Such an over protective boyfriend. A big teddy bear at heart despite the piercings, tattoos, and loud motorcycle he has to his name. He’d never do anything to harm you.

“I promise,” he kisses you again. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you exhale. The boy smiles again. It shoves your nervous butterflies away and briefly replaces them with those affectionate butterflies you missed dearly.

“Good,” he kisses you deeper this time. You feel his pillowy lips against yours, sliding between your lips like they were made to be there. You almost grab his jaw to keep him against you. But he cuts the kiss short. The taste of cherries is left on your lips when he pulls away and grabs the spare helmet off the back of his bike.

“Put this on,” he hands it to you. It’s black and glossy and twice the size of your head. But you slide it on anyways, looking at your boyfriend through the tinted glasses of the helmet.

“How do I look?” You ask him.

Jungkook’s heart nearly flips. Who would have thought you’d be so cute with a helmet on? He did. You just confirmed it.

“Cold,” he settles with. Pulling of his biker jacket, he puts it over your shoulders. It’s night, and the air will only get colder once he starts riding. The jacket will provide extra protection if you fall, too. It’s thick exterior and interior act as a buffer against any surface. He doesn’t have a spare, but he’d risk himself for you on any occasion.

You slide the bulky sleeves up your arms, feeling slightly uncomfortable by the unfamiliar garment. It doesn’t really feel like a proper jacket, too stiff and thick to have on unless you were riding.

“Now, the key is to just lean,” he puts his own helmet over his head, trying to refocus. You watch his tattooed fingers grasp the handle of the left side of his bike after he walks over to it. “And hold onto me. Tight.”

He swings a leg over his bike, situating himself. Cocking his head to the side, he singlals to you to come over. You do as you’re told.

With timid hands, you tightly hold onto his shoulder and hike yourself over his bike. It wobbles, and your heart skips a couple beats at the thought of falling. But Jungkook is calm, and you feel slightly reassured knowing he trusts the bike won’t do as you thought it would.

“H-How tight?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his waist. The softness of his t-shirt makes you feel better. Rather, the feeling of his body underneath your fingertips does. It’s soft and warm, but you feel the ridges of his abs as you test the tightness of your grip.

“Tighter,” he asks. You do.

He shakes his head. You see a wrinkle in his eye, knowing he’s smiling behind his helmet. With his rough hands, he grabs your own, tightening them himself around his waist.

“For dear life, Y/n,” he rubs your hands soothingly afterward.

You nod, doing as he says. A raspy chuckle leaves his lips at the tightness of your grip. He pulls his biker gloves and his keys out of his pocket before putting them on. With a twist of his key, the bike comes to life with a loud roar, and you somehow grip him tighter. He wishes you could see the blush he has going on right now. It’s worthy of a few lines of humiliation you like to throw at him whenever he’s feeling flustered by you.

“You ready?” He double checks.

You take a deep breath, telling him yes, which prompts him to lean the bike to the side and kick up the kickstand. He leans forward a little, and you move with him. With a flick of his wrist, you’re moving with him on his bike.

You feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. The bike is moving! You’re gripping his t-shirt, probably some of his skin underneath, too, holding on for dear life like he instructed.

“Kook!” You inhale, weary of the already fast approaching speed. Little do you know he’s barely made it to the local street speed limit.

“Trust me,” he tells you surely.

Looking at the sureness of his hands on the steering, the steadiness of his pace, you decide it’s time you really do. This is Jungkook. He wouldn’t let you backpack unless he knew he was sure enough to handle you as one, unless he knew you’d be safe with him as a rider. He’s been training for this moment. Never proposing the idea until recently, and you knew it was because he finally felt ready to be trusted with your safety.

You’re still a little nervous, but you’ve transferred most of that into your arms and hands. You hold onto him, wrapping your arms fully around his waist, leaning into his back as you let him guide you through the night. He’s guided you through many things in life. Your first tattoo, your first New Years kiss. Your first true love. You trust him with your soul. You love him with all of it, too.

Under his helmet, Jungkook smiles with content when you wrap your hands around him. You’re trusting him. He feels the weight of responsibility. But moreover, the excitement of showing you something he loves. Of showing someone he loves something he loves to do. Riding through the night with wind going against him. The motor of his bike propelling him forward as he rides under the stars. How he’s dreamed of taking you on one of his joyrides. Something in him knew you would like it.

He goes faster, not daring to enter the highway on your first ride without your permission. But he goes through the local roads, hitting the exact speed of the speed limit given to him. Not going a unit over the number on the signs. You giggle when you realize, knowing the boy you hold onto usually does go a little over, even in the car. But the fact fills you with warmth that he wouldn’t dare play games with speed right now. Not with you on his back.

After a certain point, you reach a red light, and he puts a foot on the ground to stabilize the bike at the stop.

“How do you like it?” He turns his head slightly to check in with you.

“I love it,” you smile. “I love you.”

His big heart skips, and he looks back at the time on the cross walk to see if he has enough time to kiss you silly from your confession. But you give him no time.

“You can go faster,” you scooch closer to him.

“You sure?” He looks back at you again. The red reflection of the light still beams on his helmet.

You nod. “Take me on the highway, Kook.”

Suddenly, the light turns green.

“Okay,” he shakes his head in disbelief. A small laugh erupts through his chest. When did you get so dauntless? “Better hold on, then.”

You squeal, doing as he says when he accelerates forward. He’s faster this time, still stable and not at all reckless. But the wind catches your clothes enough to know he’s going to do as promised.

The laughs that erupt from your body when he hits the highway is enough to solidify that he’s so totally going to kiss you so silly tonight. Maybe all night, if you’ll let him.

He stays in the slow lane, going the minimum speed the highway gives, and yet you’re screaming joy and laughing relief out of your lungs as he guides you through the night. Just you and your biker boyfriend.

You trust him enough to take one hand away, letting your fingertips feel the wind of this summer night. But it’s interrupted after a while when Jungkook’s hand returns your own his waist. He patss the top of your palm a few times, telling you to behave, and you do. You hold him tighter, if that’s possible. Scooching closer to him as he finishes the ride off the highway.

The streets start to look familiar, the houses and street names ringing bells in your head. You’re sad to end the ride, honestly. Especially when he pulls up to his townhome, sliding into the parking spot right in front of it all a little too soon.

With steady hands, you sit up from your leaned position, still holding his waist, as he turns off the bike. Jungkook pulls off his helmet, brown messy hair falling around his ears from the release of the protective gear. There’s a bit of sweat forming at the base of his hairline, and you almost went to kiss it if it weren’t for your helmet. Before you can take it off, the man is already standing up, positioning himself in front of you to pull it off himself. You swing your leg around the bike, leaning your feet against the pavement as you stay seated. He stares down at you, tall and handsome as he awaits your approval.

“Well?” He tugs his lips upward. The piercings on his eyebrow dance as he raises it.

“I loved it,” you candor. “I kind of want to suck your cock right now.”

He laughs, crinkled nose and all. That nose nudges with yours when he kisses you. It’s slower than the pecks from before, when he was coaxing you into the joyride with him.

“That much?” He laughs. Those rough hands of his help you stand, the reminder of chest against yours only makes your heart flutter more. “Should have taken you sooner, then.”

“It was perfect, Kook,” you hold his jaw. “I really loved it.”

He looks at the stars in your eyes. The overwhelming presence of you in his biker jacket, holding his spare helmet in one hand and his jaw in the other. God, could you be any more perfect? He doesn’t know what to do with himself.

So he leans into you, holding the back of your neck as he sears his lips onto yours. He’s still cherry flavored, and you can taste it surely when he dips his tongue into your mouth. You envelope it warmly, kissing him with all the love you have. Except you wish you could feel more of him, have his skin against yours. You want the hand that holds his helmet to hold your waist. For your own hand that holds his spare to run through his hair. You want to be on his lap, to look at him from above, sweaty hair and brown eyes.

He seems to read your mind, detaching your lips only slightly when he whispers against them, “Do you want to go in?”

You nod, watching him smile knowingly. It’s one of those smiles he gives when he’s shy, when he feels bashful and is receiving more attention than he’s used to. It’s one of his cutest smiles to-date. The desire to jump his bones is stronger than it’s been all night.

You follow him as he walks up to the door. He takes your helmet from his hand and balances it on his finger like he does with his own. The key turns, and the smell of his apartment fills your lungs. It smells like him. Like man, but better. A strange thing to think about, as you never associated “man” with smelling good. But he does, somehow. He smells like home.

You follow in suit, taking your shoes off as he does the same when hooking your helmets on his biking rack next to his door. You lock it for him, and he smiles back at you in a quick thanks.

Quickly, you tread in front of him, becoming taller as you leave him in the shoe divot in front of the door.

“So does this mean you’ll let me take you on a few of my joyrides, then?” he asks you.

“You can take me on all of them if you want to,” you promise.

He comes up to you, destroying the height confidence you had from before when he steps up from the shoe divot.

“I love you,” he cups your jaw with both of his hands this time. Puffy lips connect with yours, they’re hot and slightly damp, firmly kissing you. Passion presses your back against the wall, his frame engulfing your body in love and lust as he kisses you. You can only return the favor, sliding your hands up his clothed chest. He breaks his grasp on your jaw when your hands slide around his neck, prompting him to replace his hands underneath your thighs instead. With no effort at all, as if you weigh a feather in his strong arms, he lifts you around his waist.

The new angle allows you to kiss him deeper, your hand securing around his neck and shoulder. Big hands hold your waist and back. He walks with you, messing around through his apartment, taking you to his bedroom by pure muscle memory as he’s too distracted by the smell your clothes against his skin to focus on anything else.

For a second, his hand leaves your back to push open his door. The lamp on his bedside table is still on, something he forgot to turn off when he left to meet you at the diner with your friend and her date earlier.

Gently, almost as if you were made of glass, he lays you on his sheets. You still have his biker jacket on, and he swears it’s never looked better on anyone else.

“Biker looks good on you,” he says, admiring you from above.

“Want me to leave it on?” You suggest, an eyebrow raise up at him.

You visibly see his cheeks turn red, and you have your answer before he can even say it.

“You don’t have to,” he denies. But you’re already sliding it off, taking your shirt and bra underneath before bringing the jacket over your shoulder again and zipping it up halfway.

He looks at you, bewildered and so terribly infatuated before he hides his face in his palm and groans. He’s so unbelievably flustered and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“You’re going to kill me, Y/n,” he muffles in his hand.

You almost say something, but he’s already trapping your frame underneath his, searing his lips onto the skin of your neck. He bites and sucks at your skin, marking you in his purple and blue love bites. You can’t get enough, tilting your head for more, which he gladly gives you.

You pant lustfully in response when he hits your sweet spot. His lips are delicate at first when he comes across the territory he’s memorized so well. But you know better than to think that he’d stay that way. Not when he knows how it causes you to slide your hands in his hair and pull at his scalp in the way he likes best. Not when he knows you’ll react with the breathy moans he loves so much that flow from your lips at the slightest kiss. So he does just that, feeling your back arch into his chest and your fingers tangle in his hair when he plays with your pleasure.

“Jungkook,” you flutter. His lips feel so good, like they were made to make you feel like this.

He kisses down your neck, coming to the base of the zipper you left done halfway up the jacket. Slowly, he unzips it, watching the fabric part ways as gravity takes it to the sides of the bed. The jacket doesn’t completely reveal your breasts though, so he takes matters into his own hands and cups them from underneath.

His stare makes you feel shy, and you inhale sharply when his thumbs brush over your nipples slightly. The reaction makes you even more shy, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand to hide the small moans that leave your mouth.

“So pretty,” he looks up at you.

You tug at the rim of his t-shirt, begging him to take it off as you lay open chested below him. He only chuckles at the realization, seeing that he’s still fully clothed, way too preoccupied with you to take care of himself.

He does as you ask and more, tugging off his t-shirt and his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. You feel a wave of slick come through your panties at the sight. Tattoos and muscles stare back at you. You try to ignore the halfy he’s sporting in his boxers, a pure reminder of the activities you wanted to give to him as a thank you for taking you for a ride on his bike.

But he’s quick to turn you down when you sit up to do just that, hiking his fingers under your pants and sliding them down along with your underwear. He throws them somewhere on his floor, falling to his knees to admire you.

“Oh honey,” he marvels at the sight, sliding a slender finger gently up your folds. “You’re soaked.”

You whimper against the back of your hand.

“I-I wanted to suck you off,” you protest, placing a hand on his wrist. Not because you necessarily want him to stop, but because you were scared about how good his touch feels already. “As a thank you.”

“What for, baby?” He stops playing with you, his spare hand cups your thigh. Soothingly, his thumb rubs against your skin, waiting for your answer.

“For letting me ride with you,” you respond.

“You don’t need me to thank me for that, sweetheart,” he smiles gently. “I’d allow you to ride with me any time you want. I need to thank you for trusting me enough to want to,” he takes your hand in his. Those big doe eyes capture yours, asking for permission with stars in his eyes. “Will you let me?”

Fuck, will this man be the end of you. Of course you will, you’re basically leaking infront of his face.

You nod, and he shyly smiles again. The hand that had previously slipped up your folds springs to life again. This time, it circles your entrance gently, causing you to whimper into your skin. Hot lips envelope your clit, his tongue playing with you softly.

“K-Kook,” you gasp at the feeling. He only hums, his eyes closing when he applies more pressure into your leaking heat. The vibrations from his moans against your clit cause you to arch your back, your head falling back against the sheets when his fingers play in tandem with his tongue. They tempt over your cunt, circling your hole and gathering your juices just enough to make you go crazy.

He detaches his mouth for a brief moment, his lips covered in your heat, red with lust, as he watches you squirm when he replaces his thumb with his tongue over your clit. His mouth always does wonders, but something about his thumb against that ball of nerves makes you clutch onto your orgasm for dear life. It’s firm against you, not too harsh, but just enough to make you feel all of it when he circles it slowly underneath his thumb. Jungkook pulls your hips closer to the edge of the bed, completely in control as you let him thank you. He watches you carefully as he inserts a finger into your aching pussy, seeing how you gasp and grab onto his wrist. But he’s stronger than you, and you’re fully aware of that. You also don’t want him to stop—your grasping onto him a mere reaction for support.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks you. He’s so gentle, always so cautious at first. You know at one point he’ll become a sex demon and ram you into the sheets. But he’s being a sweetheart right now, wanting to coax an orgasm or two out of you first. He does it right.

“Mhm,” you solidify. Your answer is weak, too taken over by the sliding of his finger against your walls.

“Do you want my mouth?” He asks. You know he’s asking permission, well too aware that the combo is a recipe for an orgasm.

“Y-yes, please,” you give it to him.

He chuckles at your polite response, although it takes over his desire in ways that he’s struggling to control. You’re just so sweet to him, always so perfect in every way. He couldn’t ask for anything more. You’re perfect. And you’re his.

He replaces his thumb with his mouth again, this time moving faster than before. His pace quickens, and he adds another finger to your dripping cunt. The feeling makes you dig your fingers into his hair, pressing him against your pussy. It gets him high, moaning against your cunt shyly as he curls his fingers against your g-spot.

“Jungkook, m’ gonna cum,” you whine into air. Both your hands secure his head on your mound, as if he’d leave before you finish.

He feels you clench around his fingers, so damn tight his cock twitches in his boxers embarrassingly. But he ignores it, taking his mouth off your cunt to give you his thumb again. The change makes you arch your back, the coil in your tummy slowly unraveling beneath him.

“There you go,” he coaxes you. “Good girl.”

You gush at the nickname. White heat flows around his fingers, and he replaces them with his tongue as you finish against his lips. The sensation is almost too much, your over sensitivity making you whimper and close your thighs around his head to stop him.

“K-Koo,” you whine. “Sensitive.”

He finishes up at your request, swallowing your release sweetly. He leaves you gently to stand up, tossing his boxers somewhere on the floor. You’re left to catch your breath, an arm over your eyes as you gasp into the air of his bedroom. Only when you feel his familiar frame tower over you again do you look up. You’re met with a sweaty man with wet lips and a lovestuck smile plastered on his features.

“You okay?” He kisses your forehead.

“Mm,” is all you have the strength to say.

You feel his thumb pry your mouth open.

“Open for me,” he asks you anyways. You mewl when you see him gathering spit in his mouth. He transfers it to you rudely, and you feel you might just cum again from the sheer force of it. He’s so hot, you feel overwhelmed.

You feel it enough to gain the strength to flip him over when he’s off guard, straddling his hips with his biker jacket on your shoulders.

“What’s this?” He grabs your waist. God, you look so good in his clothes.

“Let me give you a ride this time, Kookie,” you suggest.

He swears he’s never heard anything hotter in his life. It makes his dick leak with precum, your suggestion paired with his favorite girl in his favorite jacket ontop of him.

Your soft hands lay on his chest for support as you lift up your hips. He helps you, grabbing your waist with his big hands. You grab his cock, so big and just for you, lining it up with your wet cunt. You slide it in with a small gasp of your lips, and you swear you see his eyes roll back slightly at the feeling.

“Oh,” you softly gasp as he fills you up. The stretch is so good from this angle, filling every inch of your walls up to the brim. You feel all of him, and he can feel all of you, too. You know it with the way he grips your hips, telling you to give him a minute when you reach the base.

You give him just that, before you test the waters again and start a pace.

“Fuck,” he tilts his head back. You riding him is an entirely different sensation, his thighs slack and your ass bouncing on his cock as you use him for pleasure. You feel so good, you always feel so good. So perfect for him.

“Koo,” you mewl as your hands plant for support just below his rib cage. Your hips move perfectly, bouncing on his cock like it’s your day job. It’s exhausting, but it feels too good to stop. You won’t until it’s too much, until you can’t do it anymore.

You see why Jungkook likes to be on top most the time. The view from this angle is sickening. You see the sweat coming down from his scalp and neck. It begs to make entry into his forehead, and you hope at one point it does. Brown hair flops and lays over his skin and the sheets blow him. His Adams apple bobs every time he moans and swallows. You see every scar, mole, and blush this man presents to you. You feel entirely privileged that he is all yours.

He catches you staring, his big hands that you love so much cup your thighs on either side of his hips.

You feel sweaty in his jacket, already knowing it probably smells like sex and sweat already. You feel flush from the heat, and he seems to take note, coming up to hug around your waist with one arm and push off the jacket with the other. His legs dangle over the edge of the bed, supporting you on his lap as the jacket falls to the floor.

“So pretty,” he hums against your lips. His cock throbs inside of you, and you beg for friction, pushing your knees against the mattress and sliding up and down ontop of him again. “You like this, huh? You like fucking my cock?”

“Yes,” you whine against his neck. You feel like a horny teenager, unable to get enough of the man beneath you.

“So needy, baby,” he helps your pace with his hands on your hips. It’s quicker, making you dig your fingers into his scalp as you moan against his neck. “You like riding me? Tell me which one you like to ride more, my bike or my cock. Hm?”

“Y-You,” you respond almost immediately. But he doesn’t seem to like your answer, his hand landing a harsh slap against your ass that causes you to dig your nails into his shoulder.

“I can’t hear you, baby,” he kisses your neck.

You somehow muster the strength to face him again, your hips changing direction slightly to rock back and forth against him. It makes your cheeks feel numb and your fingers tingly, his dick pressing against your g-spot so delicately.

You nudge your nose against his, his cherry flavored lips ever so slightly touching yours.

“You,” you repeat. “I like to ride you more than anything.”

That seems to do it for him, your short ride of dominance ended as his lips take you over. He kisses you until he’s got you in your back again, his body obsessed with your own.

“So perfect for me,” he kisses you. “Let me fuck you good, yeah? My perfect baby.”

You can only nod, ready to come back to your throne as pillow princess. Your boyfriend takes your thighs, hiking them up around his back before he rams into you.

He fucks you like he’s in heat, needy and overwhelmed. His tip hits you in all the right places, causing you to arch your back into his chest. You scratch at his tattoos, chanting his name against his neck as he makes you feel good over and over again.

“Never gonna let anything happen to you,” he grunts against your ear. “I love you too much.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasp. You try to say your words, but you’re hit with euphoria with every thrust he delivers into your body. “Koo, I-“

“I know, baby,” he shushes you, a kiss to your cheek.

But he doesn’t really. You don’t know how to convey to him how much you love him. It’s impossible to say and yet so obvious to feel.

“Just cum for me, hm?” He suggests.

“C-Close,” you tell him. The man seems to know your body more than you know it yourself, his lips reattaching to your sweet spot so delicately, it doesn’t match up at all with the way his hips piston into you. “Jungkook,” you gasp when he sucks there. The familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach returns, and you feel warm throughout your entire body.

With his hair in your face, lips on your neck, and hands caging your body beneath his, you tighten around his cock, unraveling for the second time underneath the man above you.

You feel him twitch, knowing he’s not that far behind you. He moans so sweetly against your neck when you tighten around him, his hips losing rhythm as you cum on his dick.

“Sso tight,” he groans against your neck. “I-Is inside okay?”

“Y-Yes,” you sigh against his ear. You’re so fucked out, so obsessed with him. You really don’t know if there’s a request out of his cherry lips you can deny.

“Oh, ah—“ he grips the sheets, balling them up in his fists. “M’ gonna cum.”

You simply run your hand through his hair, gripping it strongly as he thrusts harshly inside you. It overstimulates you, and you pant his name against his scalp as his seed spills out of you in hot, thick ropes. His moans are like music to your ears. So breathy and sweet. You swear you’ve never heard anything more lovely in your life.

The two of you calm down, your sweaty bodies absolutely filthy with summer night air, the smell of motorcycle exhaust, sex, sweat, and cum. It starts to make you cringe after a while. Ever the attentive one, your boyfriend notices and comes up from his place by your neck.

He gives you a soft smile before pecking your lips gently.

“I’ll start the shower,” he offers, pecking your lips again.

You let him leave you for a few seconds. Feeling cold and bare, you get up and search for your clothes. But you’re unable to find them, probably kicked somewhere underneath the bed. You only see Jungkook’s t-shirt and his jacket from before. So you slide the t-shirt over your head, feeling giddy again with the smell of him engulfing your senses.

With sore legs and an aching core, you walk over to the bathroom, hugging your man from behind like you did on his bike just an hour ago.

“This is my favorite part,” you start, holding him tighter.

“Hugging me?” He asks.

“Mhm,” you confirm.

You feel him laugh a bit in your arms, turning around in them only to poke at your frown.

“I like to hold you close. Especially when you go fast suddenly and I get a little scared,” you look up at him.

The shower mist fills up the mirror, and the heat lulls you into the feeling of sleepiness his aftercare always gives you.

“I never want to scare you,” he kisses your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you lean into his palm, his hand holding your face close as he kisses your swollen lips softly.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he cups your hips.

You open your eyes, watching him eye the shirt you’re wearing.

“Seriously, baby, you gotta stop wearing my clothes,” he slides his t-shirt over your head. “It’s doing things to me.”

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll wear your biker suit then,” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“Now that would murder me.”

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2024]

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joonsty · 4 months

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˙✧˖ ?! — KEEPING YOU IN BED (CAUSE I'M DOWN BED). - MDNI !!!

— ‧₊˚ — 🍵 : "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"??"

summary. going to work on your boyfriends single day-off already sounds like a death sentence, things only become worse when he makes it especially hard to leave the bed.

notes. SLEEPY HORNY KOOK AASHHSSHSH my roman empire... 😭 SORRY FOR THE TITLE I HAD A LIL GIGGLE OKAY ???

warnings/includes: (NSFW) dom! jungkook x f! sub! reader, starts sleepy + wholesome, turns a lil unhinged..., pounding, overstimulation, he's just a bit mean in second half (but we love it)

you rub your eyes, the morning sunlight blinding you through the sheer curtains - soft and rhythmic breathing audible beside you when you look over you find your boyfriend's chest rising and falling slowly, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist, in pure peace still somewhere in the deep roams of sleep.

after all it was his day off, a rare sanctuary in the hectic schedule of hislife, and yet, there you were, inching away from the warmth of his embrace, preparing to face the day ahead.

but as you attempted to free yourself from the tangle of sheets and limbs, a sleepy murmur escaped him, a half-formed quiet plea, "just few more minutes" His arm instinctively tightened around your waist, drawing you back into his tight hug, nuzzling his face to your middle body. quick little peeks placed all over tummy, almost like rubbing his face over you, his hands lazily tracing circles over your sides, "just a little longer"

he shifts his position, now completly lying over you, trapping and preventing you from leaving, wrapping his arms around your neck, "love you so much" whispered into your nape.

you giggled in response, your hands hugging his back, travelling under his shirt, rubbing over the skin gently, "you're trying everything to lure me in longer huh"

kook smiled sleeply against your skin, his head moved to your shoulder so he could look at your face better, lips roaming over your collarbone, settling on them for a split second, "is it working?"

"don't know, might have to try a bit harder" you answered in a joking tone, your fingers tracing light patterns on his back.

he squints his eyes, a faint smile on his face, raising his eyebrows, "oh really?" fake innocence added into his tone.

you were stupid.

in fact very much so.

out of experience you should've known that jungkook has an unbelievable amount of sheer competitivness inside him and if you unleash that - you're pretty much fucked.

you should've recognized that familar grin, you should've recognized those wandering hands of his that would do anything just to prove you wrong, just to remind you that nobody doubts him without well- consequences!

those consequences may include: him in the beginning softly manhandling you (in his own way y'know) which turns into him throwing away any sense of tiredness or gentleness he had before, sentences like "feel me fuckin pounding, listen to it" or "so much fuckin cum" rolling over his tongue as he overstimulates you over and over again.

damn well keeping that clock on the night stand at the corner of his eyes, just to rub it into your face, "how easy it was to get you to do this" or "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"

and oh he's looking for answers from you too, "what are you gonna tell your boss now?" half mumbeled half groaned as he slams into you once more chasing that 3rd orgasm, obviously knowing you're way to brainfucked to understand think about even responding.

"should've kept your fucking mouth shut, don't you think?" and all you can do in response is whimper and moan like a little bitch.

weirdly enough that's what satisfies him - the slutty expression on your face, the way your mouth stays slightly parted, the way your pussy tightens around him, the way your tits just fit so easily in his hands like they were made for him (which he'll openly say 2!), the way you sound, the way your body looks when he fucks you senseless - everything about you like this is so endearing to him and worth repeating over and over again.

he can be real sweet after, acting like it never even happened, bringing you breakfast to bed while you were lying bare trying to regain your brain acess again, innocently saying smth along the lines of: "i called you in sick for today" then adding, "it's not like it's worth going anyway might just spend the day with me" okay whatever you say kook :3

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joonsty · 4 months

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ATTENTION ON ME : PREVIEW

: yandere au

: yandere!jungkook x reader

: graphic content & language, mature themes is present in this one shot. they will be all fully addressed in the actual post, but please, minors dni! ✧.*

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"please y/n… just look at me. did i do something wrong?"

his eyes stared desperately at you, yearning for a reaction, or for your soft lips to call out his name.

nothing.

his desperation took the best of him, he clung onto your legs, his fingers gripping tightly, silently pleading for attention from you.

"please, what's wrong? why aren't you talking to me?"

you harshly pulled back, encapsulated by the phone in front of you, you fingers scrolling. you thought he wouldn't notice but he did. he saw the pictures of the other men that were covered on your feed. you bit your lip as you double tapped.

junkook's desperation turned into anger. his once soft eyes that longed for attention and had a sense of vulnerability, now were filled with uncontainable rage. his anger pulsating through his veins, the blood vessels of his eyes popping with sheer force.

he gripped your leg again but with an intensity that elicted a sharp hiss of surpise from you.

"what are you doing?!!!" you screamed at him.

rule number one. - remember your place in front of your boyfriend.

your voice boomed in a sudden shout, the four walls mocking you as your voice echoed all around, reminding you off your mistake.

he flinched by the sudden unexpected outburst and slowly lost the grip around your leg, softly rising infront of you, his figure casting a shadow upon you.

you stared at the floor unable to look at him.

"y/n" , he whispered out.

your body froze, you couldnt meet his gaze.

you felt a gentle finger, delicately nudging under your chin, making you lift your gaze to meet his, there was a unspoken evil that dwelled in those eyes.

"jungkook.." you squeaked out.

"shh shh" he mocked.

he smiled. his seemingly warm and inviting smile hid a sinister edge. his eyes glimmering with a unsettling hunger and lust.

"y/n…" he called out.

"yes.." you gulped.

"you know what happens to you when you don't listen, right?"

you closed your eyes and nodded.

he took a step back, breaking the tension in the air and strolled over to the sofa. he sat down and leaned back, spreading his legs, his bulge prominent and a devilishly coy smirk playing on his lips as he bit his lip down softly.

"strip for me."

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joonsty · 4 months

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Loved the bunny hybrid!jk post!🤍🎀 I also rlly enjoy dark fics. In any way would u consider writing dead dove? A suggestion I would give u would be oc texting her friends and jk gets angry/annoyed that he snatches her phone and fcks the sht outta her cuz he wants her attention solely on him.

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Hybrid Au :

BunnyJungkook X Human Reader 🐰

Warnings : extreme possesive and obsessive behavior, smut, slight yandere themes? explicit sexual content; oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial/control, choking, unprotected sex, shower sex, creampie, marking/hickeys, rough, pet names, piss kink, rough manhandling? i guess bunny boy is stronger than reader. mentions of alcohol, pills, plot twist at the end, hint of soft/kook, I’m so fucking shite at recognising what bunnies do when they are angry or whatever so…I’m sorry. 🤍 uhm I feel like there’s more but I suppose I’ll remember later!

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your keys rattled in the little doorlock, failing multiple times on opening the door. “fuck“ you sighed out as you dropped your keys on the floor. If i were to describe you, i would say you were drunk, sticky & a hot mess, but most importantly totally fucked. It was times like these, where you were drunk, that you would forget the rules and the people around you. He tried his hardest, drilling the words into your mind, making your dumb stupid brain memorize it by heart. But even then, you forgot the most important rule.

never ever leave your bunny boy alone.

so yeah, in simple words, you were fucked. you didn't know about the evil that sat in your house, glaring at the four walls in so much anger and pain. If only you listened, if only you paid more attention to your bunny boy than you did to your friends. who even cared about your friends? he could kill them in a heartbeat. sure, it’ll hurt you, but the sweet pain he would see on your face, your warm tears dribbling down your cheeks, it would be worth it.

so welcome back to the present, you grabbed your right hand, and steadily plopped the key into the lock, twisting it in success. “finally” you groaned out. your feet was sore and burning. you needed a shit ton of pain relievers and a warm shower to make you feel better tonight, maybe even a cuddle from your favourite boy. but oh god, how everything was going to go down the drain.

you sluggishly walked into your apartment and halted, eyes immediately locking with the hothead in-front of you. “g-gukkiieeee” you slurred as you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his musky scent. oh god, he felt so nice, you thought as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

before you could even comprehend what happened, he pushed you off him, making you stumble back a bit. “hey what are you-?” “don’t fucking touch me.” he growled. his fluffy bunny ears standing up straight, and you even noticed how big? he almost seemed. he turned his back to you and walked away to your shared bedroom, leaving you in the main room, confused and dizzy.

“oh fuck it” you thought, as you walked yourself in the bedroom as well. to be honest, you’ve had enough with jungkooks behaviour. his constant fear of him losing you to someone else, or how he made you drop and block all your male friends because, “I trust you baby, it’s them I don’t trust” & all that bullshit.

as you walked in, you saw him sitting on the bed, earphones plugged in, blasting his music on the full. he didn’t even spare you a glance. you really hated when he was angry. but then again, it was kind of like this all the time. you shimmied out of your dress, grabbing his tshirt and some shorts and scurried your way to the bathroom.

your feet touch the cold marble floor and you jerk back a bit, “wooh okay” you mentally prepare yourself before stepping in the shower. your hand turns the knobs for the water and the drizzles of shower comes shooting down as the warmest of summer rain, your eyes squeeze shut as you bask & enjoy the warm water dissolving all your pain and aches away.

you stay like that for a few minutes, gradually getting sleepier by the second, eyes feeling heavy and your legs on the verge to give out. god you should finish this shower and head to bed so you can slee-

“who tf do you think you are, hm?”

you flinch as his voice finally reaches you. fuck, you didn’t know whether to be shit scared or shit turned on rn. “what do-“

“shut the fuck up, whore.”

your mouth instantly seizes up. you’re pretty sure he can hear the loud thumping of your heart, punching against your fragile rib cage & the small breathy whimpers that leave your mouth.

his rough hand latches onto your throat and you swear your stomach clenches a bit. his calloused fingers soothingly rubbing the sides of your throat. you can practically feel his hard abs pressing your back, but thats not all. you gulp, taking a deep breath in.

“baby, whats wr-“ you get interrupted again & his hold tightens just a tad bit more.

“did i say you could fucking speak?“ he grits out.

“you know all you had to do was tell me, and i would've fucked this dirty cunt of yours, but no, my dumb little bitch wanted to go and fuck someone else.“

you look at him with wide eyes, what the hell is he talking about?

in a swift moment, hes got you pressed against the wall. the pebbles of your breast brushing uncomfortably against the tiles causing you to bite down on your bottom lip.

“guess i have to remind you that this pussy...“

his hand roughly slaps your clit, making you jump in pleasure.

“belongs to me, and only me.“

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& thats how you ended up, face down and ass up on the satin bed. tears streaming down your face, while you begged him to “stop, its too much“and in response he laughed at your face, mocking your whimpers.

you could say that the initial pain was blinding, feeling yourself getting stretched out by him made all your racing thoughts dissipate as every nerve in your brain focused on not passing out. plain and pleasure, that's what it was about.

your hands roughly clenched around the black sheet beneath you, his body pinning you down, his thick girth hitting impossibly deep inside you. you immediately muffled your screams into the bedsheet, allowing drool to dribble down your mouth and stain it.

in a sudden movement, you felt his hand wrap around your locks and painfully pull back. “who fucks you better hm?“ he breathes out, as his pace quickens. “what” you whimper out as you bite down on your bottom lip.

his nose tickles your jaw, as he guides his mouth closer to your ears. “I said, does he fuck you better than me?” he pulls out, making you gasp at the loss of contact on instinct. “god- you’re test-“ “no” “what did you say?” he grunts out, as he repeatedly taps his cock on ur clit, gently pushing in and out, teasing you. your walls clench around nothing and you could finally say that the pain was getting worse, you wanted a release and you wanted it bad.

“no, no you’re the only one I want, please, please, please” you begged, pathetically.

“hm I didn’t hear you what did you say?”

“please bunny, I need to-“

“excuse me?”

“please please, daddy, let me cum, I’ll do anything, please”

his cocky chuckle filled the four walls, bouncing of em and directly piercing through your ears.

“good girl.”

daam fuck. you couldn’t deny the warmth that started to fill your belly by his praise. sooner than expected, you came. like he always says "cumming on daddys cock like a filthy slut".

and you was indeed, HIS filthy slut.

you slumped down onto the bed, heart pounding within your chest, sweat gathering on your forehead and a insane urge for more. he fell next to you on the bed and his large hand clasped around your waist, pulling you next to him. You could smell his cologne entangled with his musky scent, how could you resist him, you just wanted him to roll you over and dwe-

'you okay?' he whispered, big eyes staring at you, and you stared right back.

'yeah...' you answered, as your hands slowly crept down his abdomen, and you swore you heard his breath hitch. you softly palmed his solid, pink hard-on and low purrs resonated to your ears.

'what are you-'

he was interrupted. you spit on his cock and hungrily slide him into your mouth, taking him in as much as you could, a small gag from you makes him hiss and he throws his head back. you lick the stripe of vein on the side and swirl your tongue softly on his tip, oh how he wants to just grab your hair and force you on his cock until your a blabbering mess, but he doesn't want to ruin the moment.

you pull back with a pop and glare at the man who's now ready to do whatever you want.

"oh how the tables have turned..."

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joonsty · 3 years

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𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

Genre: Hybrid!Felix x Reader

🌻 - Fluff

✔️ - Completed

↳ Summary: A soft Winter Morning With your Hybrid Boyfriend Felix

Your Pov:

You woke up with the raindrops hitting your large bedroom window. Sine its Winter it is still dark outside.

You yawned and tucked yourself under the covers,because of the cold wind hitting your Body. Your hands went to rub your eyes trying to wake up.

As your eyes adjusted, you were able to see your Cute Cat Hybrid who is your Boyfriend sleeping.

Felix was shirtless under thecovers, his rosy lips were squeezed in a cute pout and his nose scrunched and his cat ears where moving sometimes.The freckles on his face were easily seen because he wasn’t wearing any makeup.He was laying almost on the top of you and his face was in your Neck you could feel his breath in your neck.He always made you smile.

He looks so peaceful and cute.

You couldn’t resist and put your hand in his Hair,his Hair was so soft.

You kissed the top of his Head and stopped petting his Head because you didnt wanted to wake up Felix.

“ Why did you stop? ”you heard Felix whine.You looked down ant him and saw him pouting. “ I am sorry did I woke you up? “ You asked him “No I was awake for some time “ He giggles “ Can you continue petting me now? “ You smiled at him and nod.

You put your hand in his hair and he began to purr and you smiled at your cute Boyfriend.

“ I love you so much Lixie “ You whisper He looks up at you “ I love you too Y/N/N “ You kissed his lips and he smiled into the Kiss.

“ How about we sleep a bit more? “ You whisper against his lips and he puts his head back in you neck “ Hmm Sounds nice…” He leaves a Kiss on you neck “B-But can you please continue petting me it helps me to sleep “ He asks shyly and you nod “ Of course Lixie “.

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joonsty · 3 years

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requesting softdom! hyunjin smut where he makes you squirt w his fingers (the first time he’s done it to you before) and now he’s obsessed with it, include overstimulation, praising, dirty talk

Just another first

Pairing: soft dom!hyunjin x fem!reader

wc: 510

Genre: smut

Warnings: fingering, overstimulation, smut, praising

a/n: I really hope it’s good enough for you 💖

It always makes a satisfied smile appear on your face every time you go through the happy memories you’ve made with your first love. Hwang Hyunjin managed to take all of your firsts somehow – first kiss, first sex, first time you tried rainbow sherbet ice cream (you really wish you didn’t), and sometimes he leaves you wandering what would be the next crazy thing he’ll put you into. Seungmin, the best friend of yours, was betting that the next thing would be either first marriage or first arrest. Well, your body had other plans.

“So what do you think you’ve done just now, babygirl?” You forced your heavy eyelids open just to see the blond wet hair of your boyfriend stuck on his forehead. Your thighs still shaking a bit and head empty after the intense orgasm, it took you a little bit too long to realize what exactly it was. Tilting his head in question, Hyunjin locked his eyes with you. “If you really love my fingers so much that it makes you squirt on them”, he rolled his thumb against your lips way too gently, “we shall consolidate this experience, don’t cha think?”

That’s when you knew you were fucked.

It wasn’t the darkness in the depths of his eyes, it was the fire you could only see during the dance practice when he starts learning something new. Hyunjin was in ardour, and this time he’s excited to please you just how he likes.

His slender fingers found your clit again and you tried to push his hand away. “W-wait, I’m too sensitive”, you said with your voice breaking, which only got your boyfriend more excited. “Shh, doll, let me take care of you”, he cooed with his eyes half closed, “you’re so cute when you can’t even control your muscles because of me.” His left hand pressed your thigh into the mattress, spreading your legs fully open, using just the right amount of pressure on your overstimulated clit, making you gasp for the air immediately. “So beautiful for me… Wanna ruin that sweet pussy of yours over and over”, one particular stroke of his fingers took a high pitched moan out of your mouth, “until the only word you can remember is my name.”

Hyunjin’s cock throbbed in his sweatpants, precum soaking the thin fabric, but he couldn’t care less when you’re falling apart in his arms. He hovered over you, kissing the tear that started to form in the corner of your eye away, clearly feeling how your body starts to tense under him. “Let go for me, doll, I know you can do it for me”, he whispered in your neck, giving it a soft kiss. It felt like the fire that started in his eyes burned you to ashes, and you had no choice but to oblige once again, soaking his hand with your juices.

You felt Hyunjin’s hand moving from your thigh to your hair, stroking it slowly and humming a sweet song against your shoulder, finally satisfied, and closed your eyes. What would be your next first?

“I’m not done with you yet”.

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joonsty · 3 years

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♡ high ♡

pairing: tanaka ryuunosuke x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (minors dni), drug use (marijuana), dubcon (because of the weed), unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, some aftercare, dumbification, dacryphilia, overstim, raw doggin it, goofy sex with tanaka <3

word count: 2.2k

a/n: hey y'all! this is for my sweet baby daisy's ((@daisy-bakugo)) birthday collab! tanaka is in my top three selfships so this was very self-indulgent hehe, enjoy!

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“They won’t hurt me?”

“No, baby, they won’t hurt you,”

Ryu sniggers as he cuddles you in his lap, arms wrapped firmly around your waist with his head on your shoulder, the two of you looking down at the gummies in your hand.

The weed gummies.

Tanaka’s weed gummies.

“You know you don’t hafta take em,”

You hum a bit, staring quizzically at the candies. You’d never been high before, you’d honestly never really had the urge until now. Dating Tanaka meant dealing with his stoner tendencies- which were extensive - but he was always one to smoke it outside so as not to bother your lungs, coming in only to snuggle into you and giggle into your neck without even having to say anything. But now with the hot summer sun bleeding into the night, smoking out on your porch meant Tanaka would come in near miserable with how sweaty he’d get, not to mention the almost unbearable stench of hash on his clothes when he came in. Ryu noticed how you shied away from the repulsive, overbearing smell when he would come in for his usual cuddles, and opted to find his high through edibles instead until the weather decided to stop having an attitude.

You suppose you’d gotten curious, seeing how relaxed and (more) goofy Ryu got during his high, so when he came home earlier that day saying he’d bought some new edibles he was excited to try, you asked to try them as well.

“Whenever you’re ready baby,”

His hands rub over your tummy a bit, making you smile and nod. With a deep breath you purse your lips, giving one last determined look to the sugary cannabis before popping two in your mouth. You wait a moment after you swallow, eyes furrowing.

“Nothing happened,”

“You gotta wait it out baby,”

He sniggers again, taking the other two from your palm and chewing on them as well, humming in satisfaction.

“It’s gonna take about half an hour to kick in,”

“How will I know when it does?”

Ryu grins slyly and giggles, leaning back to pull you into his chest while he presses play on the movie you’d decided on beforehand.

“Oh you’ll know,”

And oh boy do you know. Your pupils vibrate and you can’t help but squint, soft bursts of giggles escaping your lips while you rub your eyes desperately.

“R-Ryu I can’t…I c-can’t open my eyes!”

Your laugh sends pleasant tingles through Tanaka’s spine, a lazy smile befalling his features while he tugs you closer to him, chuckling under his breath.

“How do you feel baby?”

“I can’t open my fucking eyes!”

At that Ryu falls into a fit of giggles with you, forehead resting on your shoulder while his body shakes, feeling you squirm around in his lap in attempt to get used to the new buzz in your veins. It takes what you think is probably three hours before your laughter finally dies, using your fingers to pry open your eyes, looking back at your flush-faced boyfriend.

“My corneas are melting,”

His hands come up to cup your face and you giggle at the tingly feeling his fingers leave on your cheeks, letting him press his forehead to yours.

“You’re very high right now baby,”

“I know and I love it,”

Ryu laughs at your enthusiasm, patting your bum before lifting you with a slight wobble to his knees, endorphins rushing to his head.

“Shit…fuck…”

You both snicker and shush each other as he carries you to the kitchen, sitting you on the counter before turning to the fridge and grabbing you some water, carefully handing you the glass.

“Two hands baby,”

He instructs, chuckling when you very slowly bring two hands to hold the glass, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Ryu feels his body warm up a bit at how cute you look, pupils blown wide from the excess dopamine in your system.

“You’re real cute, y’know that?”

He moves to stand between your legs, hands on either side of your hips while he leans in close, smiling smugly when you giggle into your glass of water. Tanaka sucks on the end of his tongue while he watches your glossy eyes flit from his to your glass of water, back to him before you giggle. He chuckles again at your calmed demeanour, slender fingers taking the glass from your hand to place it at your side.

“Hey! I was thirsty!”

“So am I baby…”

His lips find your jaw and it’s like lightning sparks over your skin, an almost porn-like moan leaving you at the sudden action. Ryu can’t help but laugh at your unusual sensitivity, his fingers tickling up your thigh while he tugs at your shirt.

“You ever had high sex?”

A fit of giggles leaves you at the sudden question, hands gripping the front of Tanaka’s shirt, your goofy boyfriend soon laughing with you.

“W-What? What’s so funny?”

He finally sniggers, wiping tears from his eyes while he looks at you, nuzzling his nose against yours as you squeal in delight.

“R-Ryu, this is the first time I’ve been high!”

You watch as his eyebrows furrow before they widen, another sea of giggles waving over the two of you while his hands find purchase atop your thighs.

“Oh yeah, I knew that,”

He smiles genuinely as you finally calm down, arms slinking around his neck while little giggles leave you, sighing happily when his forehead meets yours. A coy grin falls upon his lips as he looks at you, fingertips gliding inwards and spreading your legs slowly.

“You wanna try?”

He whispers to you, chuckling lowly when a shudder runs through your body, your legs instinctively moving apart more. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, seeing the love and adoration in his eyes – your heart flutters as you nod, allowing the trainer to pull you into a heated kiss. Your body melts into his touch when Tanaka’s fingers move across your inner thigh, pressing up against your little bundle of nerves only hidden by your thin bottoms.

“R-Ryu…”

Your moan has him sighing in bliss, hurriedly finding the band of your pants to tug them down, only separating from you for a minute to allow you the room to wiggle out of the material, followed by your panties. It pools to the floor and in a second his fingers are back at your core, sliding through your slick folds and prodding at your weeping entrance.

“How’s it feel baby?”

He whispers just in front of your lips, eyes half lidded as he stares down at your twisted expression, pleasure running through your veins.

“F-Feels…feels so good,”

You manage, whimpering when his fingers move from you. You reach out to pull him back but stop when you see he’s pushing down his own jeans – boxers following – and his heavy cock bounces up near his abs.

“Ryu need it, please,”

You beg instantly and he looks at you like you’ve presented him a gift, nodding as he slots himself back between your legs. A sharp mewl escapes you as his shaft slides between your folds, shaky hands finding the fabric against his chest once more to tug him impossibly closer, looking down at where your arousal oozes around his tip.

“Can’t wait to fuck you baby,”

Ryu grabs the base of his cock, stroking it a few times as pre dribbles down the head over his girthy length, a soft, breathy moan leaving him as he pushes the tip into your cunt. You find yourself shaking almost immediately, holding onto Tanaka like a lifeline while electricity surges through you, head lolling back with the overwhelming amount of bliss.

“Y-You’re – fuck – pussy’s s’tight baby,”

He lets out a deep groan when he finally pushes past the initial resistance of your gummy walls, your warm cunt swallowing him whole as he bottoms out in one quick thrust, eyes rolling back slightly at how well you suck him in.

“R-Ryu s’too much, ‘m gonna cum already!”

You whine pathetically when he draws his hips back to feel you desperately sucking him back in, nails clawing at his covered shoulders and head leaned back against the cupboards.

“G-God – shit – love fuckin’ your sweet pussy baby,”

Tanaka huffs as he grabs onto your hips, mouth hung open while he picks up speed, groaning loudly into the otherwise quiet apartment, the lewd sounds of your cunt milking his cock fogging up his mind.

“Ryu I’m I-I ah!”

The coil in your stomach snaps with a sudden harsh buck of his hips, white bursting behind your eyes and your head lolling back as your orgasm flushes over you. Ryu wastes no time in fucking into you brutally, grunting and huffing like a primate while he relentlessy pulls you through your high.

“That’s it baby – fuck – gonna stuff you f-full o’ my fucking cum,”

Tanaka’s breathing becomes unsteady when your hands find his pecs, feeling your nails against his skin despite the material of his shirt creating a barrier. He spares a glance at you and he feels his resolve tumbling down, your fucked out expression and oh so pretty tongue lolling from your mouth sending him into overdrive.

A squeal is forced from your chest when his fingers dig into your hips and your pulled flush to his pelvis, your body jolting as he easily slides you across the granite counter so your cunt meets his firm thrusts. You can barely hear the feral moans that leave the former volleyball player with the dizzy haze that settles against your frontal lobe, panting like a bitch in heat while another, unfamiliar coil turns.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna fill your tight fuckin cunt with my seed,”

Tanaka’s movements become sloppy as he barrels towards his high, barely aware of the way you whine and moan open mouthed, desperately trying to ground yourself with his shirt bunched up in your hands.

“G-Gonna…Ryu gonna-“

He grunts and quickly presses his lips to yours, swallowing each other's moans as he settles on short, hard ruts to finish him off. Tanaka’s nails dig into the fat of your thighs as he unloads, groaning and gasping as he paints your walls white, fat globs of milky semen spilling from your abused hole as he pulls out. You're both panting like you’ve run a marathon, but Tanaka sees the way your pussy flutters around nothing, legs closing to rub your thighs together. Maybe it’s the summer heat, maybe it’s the rush of excitement through his neural receptors, either way, you watch in curiosity as Tanaka slides down to his knees, using his broad palms to spread your legs again.

“Ryu w-what-“

Heat spirals through your core again when his lips meet your drooling cunt, hands flying to his head to dig your nails into his scalp. You feel warmth burst across your cheeks at the sinful slurping that comes from between your legs, peeking through your eyes just enough to see his flushed face. He glances up at you through thick eyelashes, a mixture of his cum and yours spilling over his tongue that he graciously laps up. He grabs at your thighs to ground himself, burying his tongue deeper in your weeping pussy before sucking on your clit, groaning when you jolt and dig your nails further into his scalp.

“One more baby c’mon,”

Tanaka groans against your clit, the vibration making you keen over, clamping your thighs around his head.

“R-Ryu fuck! Cumming c-cummin cum – fuck!”

The coil from earlier suddenly snaps, a shrill mewl tumbling past your lips along with every incoherent thought that’s rolling around in your head, the only thing keeping you from jolting off of the counter being Ryu’s strong grip around your thighs. He feels his cock ooze tiredly onto the tile floor as you squirt on his tongue, groaning a chuckle while he sloppily laps up at your swollen clit and folds, drinking your essence like it’s a cocktail. Raspy breaths shake through your chest as he finally pulls back, using his palms to soothe out the soreness in your spread thighs, his chin and lips dripping and shiny with your arousal and his cum.

Tanaka stands on wobbly feet as you pull him into you, smiling and nuzzling into your neck as you hold onto him like a sleepy child. He lifts you with ease, hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he carries you to the bedroom, laying you down in the sheets.

“Do you need anything baby?”

He asks softly, hand rubbing over your hip gently, hearts in his eyes while he looks at your fatigued form. He lets you tug him down into the sheets once you shake your head, a wide grin on his face when you completely entangle your limbs with his, peppering kisses across your cheeks. Your mind still buzzes with the subtle remnants of marijuana in your system, eyelids heavy with sleep while Tanaka gently kisses your forehead.

“So? How was it?”

He looks down at you just as sleepy, lazy grin on his lips while you smile up at him, letting out a long yawn before nuzzling into his chest.

“Can we get high again tomorrow?”

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Chapter One

Pairing: Stripper!Reader Insert x Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Exes to Lovers

Summary: After that annoying encounter with her ex, Jungkook, ___ she realizes that she has to perform for him later on, and things do not go as planned…

Chapter Warnings: Not much of anything other than grinding and profanity lol.

Word Count: 1.4k

Chapters: Pilot 1 2

Author's Note: Thank you everyone, for reading my story, it seriously means so much to me, and encourages me to write more! I really like writing, and to be able to share it with other people makes me extremely happy :) I use this as a way to write out my inner fantasies and also practice my writing. Remember: This is a SLOWBURN story, the story progresses slowly :)

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Standing in the locker room, ___ thinks of all the things she can do to escape this situation.

Bolt out the club? No.

Sneak out through the back? No.

“Fuck. Stop being such a bitch and walk out with your head high. you gotta make your money” ___ muttered to herself.

After putting on a new outfit you walk back out to grab your money from the stage, putting it away, you then head to the VIP room.

———

There he was, sitting on the love seat, smirking.

“Hello ___.. Or should I call you Red?” he sneered

“Shut the fuck up, and let me do my job.” ___ replied.

Walking to the mini stage in the room, you turn on the playlist and start dancing.

“So, how did you know I worked here?” you asked while doing your iconic ballerina.

Laying back, legs spread, with a smirk on his face, he replies “I didn’t even know you worked here, I just came to blow off some steam and picked the best rated stripper which was Red… which turned out to be my shy, sweet, and innocent ex-girlfriend ___, but it looks like she had a secret life all along..” said Jungkook

“I’m still shy and sweet” ___ said while rolling her eyes.

___ let’s herself down the pole, and continues her act on the floor.

“Baby girl, based on where you’re working, I don’t think that’s true. Does Jihoon know you do this? That you strip? He probably doesn’t even know, right?” Jungkook asks, now grinning.

“Oh he knows, but I prefer to not talk about him. I’m leaving him tonight.” ___ said as she started walking to him.

Based on his facial expression, you could tell that he was not expecting that.

You sit on his lap with your hands on his shoulders and stare in his eyes. “Now can you please shut up so I can do my job.” ___ retorts.

You begin to grind on him. As you stare at him, you begin to slowly fall into a trans within his doe eyes. So stuck in them that you don’t even notice him wrap his hands around your waist.

“What’s on your mind baby?”

Suddenly pushed out of your trans, you slightly blush at the pet name.

“Nothing.”

As she grinds harder he asks a question. “Why are you breaking up with Jihoon?” The grinding immediately halts.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” you reply

“Why?”

“Because. I don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”

And the grinding resumes.

———

“Today in class, if you had paid attention to me, you might’ve realized that I was trying to get your attention.” said Jungkook

“What do you mean?” ___ answered, confused

“Here.”

You look down to see Jungkook open his hands below to reveal a necklace. Your necklace you thought you had lost.

“I was trying to give this to you all those times, but you always assume I’m trying to mess with you. If you had taken the time to listen to the things I was going to say earlier, you would have gotten this a lot sooner.” said Jungkook

___ scoffs. “This whole time, you were trying to give me my necklace? You could have texted or called me, instead of bothering me in class”

Hopping off his lap, you walk to the bar cart by the door.

“You blocked me. On everything, after we broke up” replied Jungkook, slightly chuckling.

“Oh.” ___ replied bleakly

“Want something to drink or eat? You’re going to be here for a while.” asked ___ as she handed him a little menu.

Jungkook nods in response and orders what he wants.

“___, I have a question.” said Jungkook.

“What is it?” responded ___.

“Why did you become a stripper, you could have gotten a job at so many other places, why a club as a dancer?” asked Jungkook

“Because I want to enjoy at least one thing in life. I have friends here, I get to dance, and I make money out of it. What more could I possibly want?” replied ___

“I guess it's not that bad.” said Jungkook

“Okay, can you please stop asking questions about my life?” asked ___

Jungkook nodded.

Changing the music, and dimming the lights, you start your second stage number.

———

After the private stage

“Here you go” Jungkook says as he hands you your money.

“Thanks” you respond bleakly. “Bye”

Walking to the locker room, you meet up with Eunha.

“Are you ready to start your new life hun?” Eunha teases

“Damn right I am, it’s time I get my life together.”

You two drive to the new place, with everything already put in place. Rent payed for the next 5 months, furniture already bought and moved in, boyfriend- ex. boyfriend, already gone from your life. Now you just need to live it.

“Yay!” Eunha squealed.

“I am so excited that you get to have a new start. To celebrate, lets go to that party at Hobi’s next week, ok?” asks Eunha

___ nods in response.

Home sweet home. Nothing can stop you from living your life now.

(girly spoke to soon)

———

“Alright class, for the next 2 months, we will start on the project that I have been reminding you all about for a few weeks now. Partners have been chosen for you” Says the professor.

Everyone in the lecture hall immediately groans after the professor says that.

“I will begin calling names for partners. Saya and Jimin

Namjoon and Jungkook

Jennie and Nayeon

Ahin and Taehyung

___ and Jisoo

Eunwoo and Eunha

and finally, Hye-mi and Polly. Oh wait- it looks like Jisoo and Namjoon both switched classes. Looks like ___ and Jungkook will be working together.” says the professor.

Great. Just great. Seems like the universe wants to keep fucking up my life. Awesome.

“Alright now that I have everything sorted, class is dismissed.” says the professor as she begins to pack up her things.

Life is going fucking great.

Jungkook walks up to you.

“Look ___, I really don’t want to work with you either, but we’re going to have to suck it up, because I think we both want to lass this class.

“Agreed, we should meet later on, to figure out our topic for the project.” said ___.

“We can meet at my place tomorrow, since I'm visiting mom today.” suggested Jungkook.

___ nods her head in agreement.

“Has she been improving?” asked ___

“Yea, she has, but there have been a few issues that turned up, but they’ve been fixed for now.” replied Jungkook

“Well, that's good to hear.” said ___

“Yea.” replied Jungkook

A pregnant silence lingers in the air, before both ___ and Jungkook decide to leave to head to their respective places.

———

“Woah, nice place… But where is Jihoon’s stuff” asked Yoongi as you showed him around your new place.

You forgot to tell him. It’s also probably a good time to tell him that you are a stripper, because it’s not like you just have money appear out of thin air.

“I left him. I’ll tell you why one day. Also, thought you should know, I am a stripper.” replied ___.

“Damn, you just threw all of this stuff on me huh. I figured you had some kind of job, because if you didn’t, how would you be able to afford a place like this. Money doesn't fall from trees.” said Yoongi.

“Well, I’m glad you told me, or else, I would have thought you were a drug dealer or something” said Yoongi.

———

knock knock knock

“Who is it?” replied the Jungkook on the other side of the door.

“It’s me, ___” you replied.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a sec.” replied Jungkook.

After a few seconds, Jungkook opens the door, greets you, then let’s you in.

“Ready to get started on this project?” asked Jungkook, and you hum in response.

For about an hour or so, the time is spent picking a topic for the project and discussing the details for what you’ll include in it.

“I’m hungry” announced Jungkook

“Same. Wanna order some tteokbokki?” asked ___

Nodding his head in agreement, you order the food online.

Half an hour later the food comes while you use the bathroom.

When you come out, you see already half of the food is gone.

“Hey! Where did all the food go?” asked ___

“What do you think? I ate it of course, did you order food and expect me to not eat it dumbass?” answered Jungkook

“No, I expected you eat it, but you took so much, there is only one roll of kimbap left, and you have already finished the japchae. And is that my lemonade that you are drinking?” huffed out ___

“Its not that serious ___. And yeah, I drank the lemonade, so what?” replied Jungkook

“I am going to fucking kill you.” said ___

———

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joonsty · 3 years

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um leese i just had a thought. what if despite what everyone thinks, katsuki has never been with someone, so when he's in front of you, looking at your pretty pussy, his ears are getting a bit red and his hands are shaking on your legs, and he gives you a look when you giggle and try to calm him down by running your fingers through his hair, but it reassures him enough to start tracing little kisses and bites along your thighs

im howling at the moon, anon. yes. a million times yes.

warnings: sexy times with virgin!bakugo, frottage, pushing the pussy eating agenda (as i should)

His head’s spinning.

A million thoughts run rampant as he stares down at you, catches his bearings. It’s been a blur of kissing, undressing, hormones fuelling desire, full steam ahead—

Then he takes a breath, and it hits home.

What if he can’t satisfy you?

The thought renders him frozen. Him. Bakugo Katsuki, 29 years old. Virgin. Hands shaking where they rest on the smooth of your thighs, his face hot— so fucking hot— as he stares down at your naked form.

Do you know? Did you know when you met him, when you started hanging out? It would’ve been obvious, right? The way his face would warm at your laugh, how he had to grow into your touches.

How this is your seventh official date, and he only now has you naked in his bed.

“Bakugo, if you keep staring, I’m gonna explode,” you mumble, pushing up on your elbows to press your lips to his cheek, a hand coming up to cup the other side of his face.

You look nervous too, but, like you said, he’s been staring, so he can’t really blame you. “You’re just… really fucking pretty,” he mutters, trying to win himself a little more time— not that it’s a lie, you’re ethereal— his fingers flexing, squeezing the meat of your thighs.

You giggle then, flop back against the pillows— his pillows, he thinks, heart kicking up again— and reach for him, nimble fingers threading through his hair. “That’s not fair,” you whisper, little fake pout on your face. “You haven’t even touched me, and I feel like I’m on fire,” your words melt into a moan, and it almost feels like a punch to the gut.

The good kind, the kind that slaps him out of his funk and pushes him forward.

He kicks himself when he presses his lips to the inside of your knee, hears the breathy little sigh you sing, feels it in his cock. Your skin is so fucking soft against his lips, and the higher on your thigh he kisses, the softer it gets, the more you wriggle and moan, and he—

He bites at the junction of your thigh and pelvis— nothing too hard, just wants to feel you— sucks the pillowy flesh into his mouth. You’re louder then, hips bucking a little, fingernails scratching against the skin of his scalp, his name leaving your lips.

It reminds him who he is, who you are, what he’s doing. This isn’t about him losing his virginity, or him not being good enough, this is about feeling each other, and there’s nothing he wants more than to feel you.

When he pulls away, he sees the mark he’s left, a surge of pride swelling in his chest, need coiling deep in his stomach, has him rutting gently against his sheets. Fuck, he needs to taste you, needs to hear more of those needy moans, needs to feel you lose yourself beneath him.

Thumbs pull apart your outer labia, giving him better access to your syrupy folds, little gasps and tugs of his hair telling him this is good, this is what you want.

He presses a little kiss to the nub at the apex of your pussy before flattening his tongue against your wetness and tasting you. His eyes roll behind closed lids at the sound of your broken moan, the feel of your nails in his hair, the essence of you.

He does it again, licking and tasting, fingers pressing so hard into your skin he’s probably gonna bruise you, but you’re getting louder, wetter, pulling him impossibly closer—

“Katsuki—“ you gasp, and he looks up at you, your teary eyes and flushed face. “I-inside,” you whisper, pleading with him, begging him.

“Yeah?” His voice his cracking, husky and strained.

“Please,” you whine, jutting your hips in desperation, your bottom lip wedging between your teeth as you blink back tears.

“Fuck,” he breathes, bringing a finger to your hole, slowly pushing it in, watching as it disappears inside you; he almost shudders feeling your warm, spongey walls clenching around him, your cries music to his ears as you whisper and moan and wriggle your hips, fists clenching in his sheets by your shoulders.

A grin spreads on his face, determination and need to conquer taking over. His free hand holds your hips down, spanning out just under your bellybutton, and he enters a second finger, making note of the gasp that slips from your lips when he crooks his fingers, tips finding something a little harder and rougher than your soft, clenching walls.

He can’t help it, he’s sucking and biting at the supple skin of your inner thigh as he pumps this fingers into you, loving the fact that he needs to hold you down, revelling in your moans, your crescending cries, your begging—

The begging.

It’s got him rutting against the mattress, your fingers weaving into his hair and tugging him up, up, up until his lips are on yours and he’s swallowing your moans. His ruts his clothed cock against your thigh as he fucks you with his fingers, heel of his hand rubbing against your wet clit as you rock against him.

Then you’re bowing off the bed, crying against his lips as your walls flutter and convulse around his fingers; the thought of that happening to his cock has Bakugo keening lowly, spending his seed into his briefs and collapsing on top of you.

“Did you…” you start, breathless, chest still heaving, “I thought you said you’re a virgin?”

“I just came in my pants, sugartits,” he grumbles, nuzzling one of your breasts. “What more proof do you need?”

You laugh then, “I’m really hoping you’ve got more in the tank, Dynamight.”

He sits up, licks his lips, “prepare yourself. You’ve got thirty seconds until I fuck your brains out.”

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I’m unsure if you’re taking requests but I would love to know how bully shig reacts to the reader having a boyfriend that goes to another school :-)

A/N: thanks for the ask!! And yep I am currently taking requests but thanks for checking in <3

bully shiggy reacting to reader having a Bf

TW: bullying, sexual harassment, non consensual groping, noncon, abusive behavior, extreme possessiveness, yandere tendencies

You having a boyfriend is something he finds out accidentally, from the blabbering of one of your friends in the halls. He hears a stray remark about how you and your boyfriend-who traveled so far to see you-are just sooo cute together.

Immediately Shigaraki pulls up your friend (whose mouth runs like an egg yolk) by their shirt collar, and demands information. He finds out bits and pieces, how he’s your childhood friend who moved away, but visits every summer, and last summer you guys became official.

Needless to say Shigaraki sees red. Since last summer? That’s almost 6 months. What the fuck. He keeps tabs on your socials and never have you once posted about a fucking boyfriend.

He’s going to punish you, but he has to be smart about it. He can’t let you know that he knows, so he threatens your dumb friend to keep their mouth shut once for their pathetic lives. Besides, if not for their talking, your well kept secret would have remained just that. A secret. But you’re really fucking dumb if you think you can keep secrets from him.

He’s waiting. He waits for your stupid book club to finish, and as soon as you’re exiting the classroom, he pulls you by your hair and shoves you in the supply closet, making you fall on your ass.

He’s being tougher than usually, pulling your hair, but you don’t detect anything abnormal. In fact you’re the one unbuttoning your shirt [don’t want him to rip them apart again] and sighing like a petulant child: “hey can you not leave marks this time?”

He’s sneering, “Oh so your boyfriend doesn’t see it?” The way your eyes widen is downright comical. He’s on you in an instant. As much as Shigaraki has hurt you, there are still some boundaries he has never crossed. He doesn’t kiss you normally, but he’s kissing you now and it’s confusing you bc he’s actually a really good kisser. And it’s not your fault is your lower half starts to tingle. You try to push him away will all your might but he’s always been stronger. Shigaraki is frustrated “fucking participate”, he demands.

“Kiss me like you kiss your boyfriend.”

You shake your head, and Shigaraki makes the motion to slap you. You’re closing your eyes, waiting for the impact but nothing happens. Instead you hear a flash.

There are some boundaries between you two and he’s always promised he’d never take pictures or videos. A promise he’s going to break right now.

“I am going to send this to him.”

“You don’t even know who he is.” You mutter weakly.

“You think thats going to stop me?”

It won’t. Both of you know that. So you let him get on top, his knee between your thighs, and let him kiss you however he wants. You kiss him back, hating how heat is pooling towards the bottom of your stomach.

Shigaraki is good looking. He’s not ruggedly handsome like Dabi or a smooth tongued pretty boy like Hawks, but he has his own lanky boy charm (you’ve come to learn however, he is anything but lanky, the hoodies do a great job hiding just exactly how strong and muscular he is) He’s beautiful, you think, staring into those red eyes and wavy locks of pale blue hair.

Dangerously so. Not like your boyfriend who is comforting and just. They’re nothing alike. Your boyfriend is a steady stream and Shigaraki gives you whiplash with every mood swing.

Shigaraki marks your neck and the tops of your breast. Shoves his fingers inside of you and makes you cry out his name. “Tenko” he rasps, “Call me Tenko.”

His name on your tongue feels like a hymn and a curse all at once. He withdraws his fingers when you’re right on the edge, slick attached to his digits, “Sluts don’t get to cum.”

“Why are you so mad I have a boyfriend?” You foolishly ask, all parties wondering where this surge of bravery came from, “It’s like you like me or some-“

This time, he really does slap you. He doesn’t want to answer your question. He tightens his hold on your neck and whispers, “As if I’d ever like a dumb little thing like you. So fucking stupid. Only good for your dumb whore body. I bet that’s why he’s dating you. No boy would ever want to have a relationship with you.” The force of the slap is still wringing in your head.

He’s lying through his teeth and doesn’t care, and feels a visceral sense of satisfaction at your tears. He cups your head and gently holds you closely against his frame, “You belong to me. Only I treat you like how you deserve to be treated. I’m the only one whose not lying to you. He’s going to leave one day and” his breath tickles your ear, “I won’t be here for you to crawl back to.”

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Serenity

synopsis: you’re a hero falling in love with a villain

genre: slight fluff, angst tw: mention of death, blood

note: this was originally written on my old blog, so if you’ve seen this before, it’s normal :) gif isn’t mine

You didn’t meant to fall for him when you came with Hawks, you were only focusing on your mission trying to do your job as well as you could, helping Hawks as much possible, like you always did when you were working with him. But the more you were coming here and the more you were feeling his eyes on you and you also felt your heart racing everytime you made eye contact with him.

You tried to avoid him as much as you could after this, you’re a hero and he is a villain, you’re not supposed to fall for him, but you were and you hated that even if you didn’t wanted to, everytime you were coming in the hangar you were automatically searching for him.

One day you had to come without Hawks because he had things to do on his own, you were sitting alone, waiting for the league to come, and when the door finally opens you were surprised to see only Shigaraki coming in. You started to panic while he was walking to you, it was the first time you would be alone with him and you really thought it wasn’t possible for your heart to beat that fast.

“Do I scare you?” he ask as soon as he was in front of you, you look up at him, unable to answer just shaking your head no “Why do you always look at me?” he ask, looking at you suspiciously. You really wanted to answer but your voice was stuck in your throat, you had to do something and fast.

You got up, putting yourself closer to him, again he was scratching his neck, something you saw him do numerous time. You touch his hand making him flinch at the contact of your skin touching his, you look in his eyes “I’m not going to hurt you, just trust me” you say, putting your hand on his neck. He was about to push you away, until he couldn’t feel the pain on his neck anymore, his arms fell on both side of his body, a feeling of serenity taking over him as you were healing his scratches. One he never felt once in his life.

He closes his eyes, feeling nothing but peace and sweetness, he felt your hand going on his cheek, he opens his eyes to look at you, he felt so vulnerable right now, but he doesn’t want to stop you. He don’t want this moment to end. For the first time of his life he felt no pain, just the soft skin of your hands on his cheek. He felt as if the world has stop turning, it was just you and him.

When you remove your hand from him he immediatly kissed you, his chapped lips on your soft one. He wanted to feel your touch, your hands to never leave him. And you really should have pushed him away, but instead you kissed him back , your arms around his neck while you felt eight fingers on the skin of your back. After this day you would go see him without anyone knowing, you felt so happy everytime you were with him, not thinking of anything, not caring about anything else. You just wanted to stay in his arms forever.

And even if you knew deep down that it was wrong you couldn’t care less when you were in his arms or when he was kissing you, you felt like the most powerfull woman on earth, like nothing could get to you. You just wanted to appreciate the moment. The only person you talked about your relationship was Hawks, he was your best friend, you knew him since forever, you worked with him since you became heroes and you trusted him enough with this secret of yours. And he told you so many times to be careful and not to get too attached because it could all turn against you but you really couldn’t care less. You understood that Hawks was worried for you, but you loved him. Shigaraki, him, didn’t hide it, you weren’t like all those fake heroes, you were caring and you understood him, he didn’t wanted it to end.

You tried to warn him, calling him and leaving so many messages telling him that the heroes were about to get to him, they knew where he was hiding and he only answered you with a “Don’t come here”. He was about to fight back, and there’s no way you wouldn’t come, you weren’t going to let him fight alone. You didn’t care if you were betraying your colleagues, you wanted him to be safe and now he wasn’t at all. You looked up when you saw Hawks flying toward you and the other heroes that were there “We can go!” he say from the sky, eyeing you, feeling your nervousness.

Everyone started to move and you were praying that he would have changed his mind and decided to leave but you heard Twice’s voice calling for Shigaraki and you decide to run toward him, you didn’t care about the heroes there, you wanted to be by his side, to hold his hands and fight by his side. You smile when you saw him, running to him but when he saw you he frowns, you weren’t supposed to come.

You stop smiling when you saw another hero aiming him with a gun, you were able to put yourself in front of him just in time, right before he got shot. His eyes widden at the sight of the blood tainting your shirt. Dabi came just in time, killing the hero that shot you, looking at you and his boss before fighting again. You look down at your chest. Blood.

There’s so much blood.

Shigaraki took a step toward you and hold you when you were about to fall “No, no, no, no” he kept repeating, falling on his knees with you. His shaky hand took yours carefully, placing it on your wounds “Heal it! Heal yourself Y/n please!” he begs trying to put your hand correctly so you could heal it. You put your other hand on his cheek, removing the tears that were falling from his eyes “I can’t…” you whisper, “Don’t leave me” he pleads, leaning his forehead on yours “Not yet, I’ll bring you to- Kurogiri! Bring Hawks here!” he orders.

You activate your quirk on him, using the remaining strength you have left, something you would do everytime he was too anxious. Everyone was fighting around you, the league trying to protect you two from the heroes, attacking them, pushing them to withdraw. It was the chaos and you were bringing calm one last time in his heart.

He start shaking again when your hand fall from his cheek, your eyes slowly closing. He pressed on your wound trying desperately to stop the hemorrhage “No- Don’t! Stay awake! Hawks is coming, he’ll bring you to the hospital, please, just stay awake!”, your lips start to shake, your hand taking his “Tomura…I’m scared” you whisper, tears rolling on your cheeks. He look around him for any sign of Kurogiri coming back with Hawks, he was afraid as much as you, he can’t loose you. Not you too.

“Tomura” you call for him, he look at you, crying when he saw you smiling “I love you… so much” you say, he hugged you tight, swinging his body with yours “I love you too” he whispers “So don’t leave me, I need you” he say. You smile at him, putting your hand on his cheek. Your eyes slowly closing, your hand falling from his cheek to lend on the cold ground. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore, shaking you so you would wake up, but you didn’t “No..” he cry, letting out a heartbreaking sob.

Hawks eyes widden when he saw his best friend’s uncouscious body on the floor. He looks as Shigaraki hold your body, holding your head to his chest , begging you to come back. He didn’t care who could see him, you didn’t deserved that, it should have been him but you loved him so much you couldn’t bare seeing him in pain. But now he was feeling another type of pain. You left him, leaving a hole in his heart, one no one could ever filled. The only person he loves, the only person able to bring him happiness died in his arms, trying to protect him.

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