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nightlytom · 5 months

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“I Missed This”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi catch up on some alone time together after the arrival of your baby.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: +18 mdni, soft smut, protected sex(wrap it up, folks!), Yoongi’s a lil sensitive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @vicky-chaos for this request! Love you!

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You don’t know why you were so fluttery as you straightened up the bedroom for what felt like the tenth time that evening, biding your time till Yoongi got home from the studio.

Everything was set, the bed was made, you’d done your hair and put on a touch of makeup, you were wearing one of your simple pajama sets that you knew Yoongi liked, you’d even lit a few vanilla scented candles to set the mood, now all that was missing was your sweet husband.

As you waited, you tip-toed across the hall to check on your daughter, Soyeon, who was still sound asleep in her crib. You leaned against the railing, feeling your heart swell as you watched her little chest rise and fall with each breath.

When you married Yoongi, you didn’t think it was possible to love anything else as much as you loved him, but you’d both found out it was very much possible when those two little lines had appeared on the pregnancy test. Somehow, your heart had managed to expand, growing to hold your love for both of them, your perfect little family, your universe.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the front door open and close, quietly slipping out of Soyeon’s room and back across the hall, situating yourself on the bed just before Yoongi walked in.

“Hi.” You smiled at him.

“Hey.” He returned your smile tiredly, coming over to kiss you gently before settling beside you on the edge of bed with a sigh. “How was your day?”

“Mine was good,” You said, moving to rub his shoulders. “What about yours?”

“Long, rehearsals took forever.” He hummed, leaning back into your touch. “Is Soyeon asleep already?”

“Yep, I managed to get her to sleep a bit early tonight.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, making him release another soft sigh. “Thought we could use some time alone together tonight, just us.” You mused, trailing a hand down across his stomach.

He stilled, turning to look at you wide-eyed, searching your face to make sure he was understanding correctly.

“Are-, are you sure? I mean, it’s not too soon or-?”

“I had my six week checkup yesterday.” You assured him, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth to calm him. “Everythings okay, we’re good to go.”

That was all the conformation he needed, falling on you with fervor, kissing you with so much intensity it took your breath away. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth, which you readily granted. His hands were everywhere, seeming unable to decide on what part of you to focus on first, finally settling on your waist as he pushed you to lie back on the bed so he could hover over you, settling between your legs.

“Fuck.” He breathed, eyes roving over your form, taking in every little detail of your appearance.

He always thought you were beautiful, but something about you like this, kiss bitten lips and flushed skin, made you look positively divine.

Yoongi had always handled you with a certain level of gentle reverence, and ever since you’d gotten pregnant, it had increased tenfold. Watching you navigate pregnancy and delivery with such strength and grace had left him in complete awe, and seeing you with Soyeon had made him fall even more in love with you, if that was even possible.

He suddenly understood why women were so frequently depicted as divine beings. You were the closest thing to a goddess that he’d ever seen; so caring, resilient, beautiful. And you were his, a fact that continued to leave him in disbelief.

“Yoongi.” You whined, tugging at his shirt in an attempt to get him to do something.

“Alright, Baby, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, shaking out of his trance, leaning down to kiss you again, much slower this time, savoring your taste as he delved back into your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours.

You used your grip on his shirt to push it up over his abs and chest, Yoongi breaking away from you just long enough to get it over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room before diving on you again, fumbling slightly with the buttons on your pajama top in his eagerness. Once he got it open though, he couldn’t hold back the low groan that rumbled in his throat at the sight of the lacy black bra you were wearing underneath, one of his favorites.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned, making you giggle as his eyes fell closed for a moment, trying to compose himself but immediately failing as he moved to tug your shorts down revealing nothing underneath but your glistening cunt, already wet and needy for him.

Yoongi prided himself on always being so controlled in bed, so seeing him so close to falling apart already over just the sight of you, chest heaving and eyes blown wide as he spread your legs further apart, was a massive ego boost for you.

Slowly, he brought a hand down to your core, swiping two fingers through your slick folds before bringing them up to his mouth, another low noise leaving him as he tasted you.

Pushing yourself up into a sitting position, you pulled his hand away so you could claim his lips again.

“We have to be quiet.” You reminded him shakily.

“You have to be quiet.” He growled against your lips. “I’m not the screamer in this relationship.”

He pressed you back down against the mattress, kissing down your neck and chest slowly, pausing suck a spot on your collarbone as he let his hand creep back down between you to circle your clit gently, making you arch up into his hold.

Just as you felt the first hints of your release beginning to course through your body, he pulled away, causing you to let out soft whine.

“I’m sorry baby, hang on.” He said, digging around in the bedside drawer for a moment before pulling out a condom and quickly putting it on. “Wanna go with you, okay?”

You nodded, letting out a small shudder as his length rubbed against your wet heat.

His eyes shot back up to yours at the movement.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, searching your eyes intently for any sign of discomfort. “It’s okay if you wanna wait, I can just use my fingers if it’s too much-”

“Yoongi, If you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to fucking combust.” You giggled, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, stroking his flushed cheek with your thumb.

“I’ll be okay, please.” You whispered, pulling him for a soft kiss, lips ghosting over his as you spoke, making him shudder. “Yoongi, please.”

“Fuck, don’t beg.” He groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder. “I won’t last.”

“Then don’t make me wait.” You replied, combing your fingers through his hair.

He lifted his head to meet your eyes again, a ghost of a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth at your words. “Okay.”

He lined up with your entrance, hesitating for only a second as he glanced up at you one last time before pressing his hips forward slowly, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm walls wrapping around him tightly, threatening to push him over the edge before he was even fully inside.

He inched his way into you at a torturously slow pace, pausing every time your face scrunched even slightly at the stretch, shuddering as he finally bottomed out, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Shit,” He hissed, arms shaking as he held himself up. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, eyes closed as you adjusted to the feel of him. “Move, please.”

“Just a second.” He grunted, trying to compose himself. “If I move right now, it’s over.”

“Are you serious?” You giggled, looking up at him surprise.

“Don’t laugh.” Yoongi whined, burying his face in your neck. “This is serious.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You cooed, stroking his arm soothingly. “Take your time, Sweetie.”

Collecting himself, he rolled his hips against yours experimentally a few times before pulling part way out and thrusting back in gently, causing you both to moan in unison.

Slowly, he built up a steady pace, angling his hips to find the spot that made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Y-Yoongi.” You whined.

“You okay? You feeling good?” He panted.

“Mhm,” You nodded. “Faster, please.”

He did as you asked, bracing himself up on his elbows to stay as close to you as possible as he rocked his hips into yours. “I’ve missed this.” He breathed.

He made the mistake of looking down at where your bodies connected, watching his cock slide in and out of you smoothly, shining with your slick.

“Fuck, I can’t-, I’m close again.” He huffed, almost frustrated with himself.

“ ‘m close too.” You whined, holding onto his arms tightly.

“Cum for me, please.” He said desperately, fingers seeking out your clit to push you over the edge with him.

Your whole body twitched as if he touched you with a live wire. “Fuck, Yoongi!” You whimpered as your orgasm hit.

As soon as he felt your walls beginning to spasm around him, he lost it, a choked moan leaving his mouth as he found his release, hips stuttering as he tried to push you both though your highs.

He stilled as you both fought to catch your breath, a few tears escaping from your eyes as you came down, immediately raising Yoongi’s anxieties again.

“Are you okay? Does something hurt?” He asked softly, hands fluttering over you, trying to find somewhere to touch without causing further harm. You caught them in your own grip, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m okay, It’s just a lot.” You assured him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I missed you.”

He looked at you confused. “I’ve been here.”

“I meant like this.” You gestured to the way he was still half laying on top of you, still connected.

“Oh,” He flushed, suddenly shy. “Yeah, I missed you too.”

You chuckled, but didn’t comment further, laying together quietly, basking in the peace of the moment, before you eventually sighed.

“We need to get cleaned up before Soyeon wakes up.” You said softly.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi nodded, pulling out gently and helping you up.

You quickly cleaned up, just finishing up when, right on cue, you heard Soyeon beginning to stir.

“I’ll get her, you rest.” Yoongi said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before heading for the door.

“Hey.” Your voice made him stop, turning back to look at you.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“I love you too.” He grinned.

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nightlytom · 5 months

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INDECISION

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

PAIRINGS: established relationship Jungkook X Reader.

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: reader is insecure about her body, Koo coming to rescue her, Dad kook :(. Bam is there as always! Reader is called Jagi sometimes.

SMUT WARNIGS: Kissing, lactation kink, mentions of male masturbation, she gets a bit shy because she didn't shave down there, fingering,cream pie, missionary , after care, lmk if I missed anything .

A/n : small teeny Drabble for y’all , wrote this instead of studying for my exam 😬🧍🏻‍♀️ Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple “it good or it’s great”can make my entire day 💞This is 400+ followers special enjoy ! ❤️

“Daddy please” Hani pleaded with her doe eyes looking at Jungkook he sighed “No baby I’m sorry”Hani started fussing when he said no “Look baby you already have many dolls?” He said softly picking her up from the ground. His 4-year-old daughter was stubborn just like her mom and wanted the doll “One more won’t hurt Daddy” she said pouting her lips. 

Sighing he gave in and went to buy that for her. Jungkook thought of buying some groceries from the nearby mall when Hani spotted a doll shop, she promised she would only look around but instead, she started fussing when Jungkook wouldn’t let her take one. 

Loading all the groceries into the back of the car Hani was already settled in her car seat “Let’s go home soon and meet Mommy and Chae ” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows and starting his car, soft music playing in the car. 

You had to freshen up once again for the second time today, Chae your younger daughter puked out the milk you fed her. She was now asleep in her bed. Bam and you decided to play a bit waiting for your husband and daughter to come, Jungkook texted you he was on the way. Getting up Bam and you went to the kitchen to prepare something while Chae was still asleep. 

You heard the front door unlocking Hani came running to the kitchen “Hi Mommy see I bought a new doll, where is Chae is she asleep again?” Hani bombarded you with questions never really staying to one point “Wow baby, yeah Chae is asleep go wake her yeah sweetie?” You said kissing her cheeks “Hey baby, got something for you” Jungkook handed you some of your favourite chocolates and some fresh white tulips he picked up while on his way back home.

Bam rushed towards both of them wiggling his tail and climbing up in Jungkook's arm . Kissing him you told him to change and get ready to eat dinner. 

Chae was now awake playing with Hani and Bam while Jungkook helped you place the dishes on your dining table. “Hani come here and have your dinner baby” you said placing her favourite plate and spoons. "Yes, Mommy coming " Hani said while standing up while Chae cooed and started crying when Hani came to the dining table, grabbing her from her crib you had your little one in arms. " I'll go and feed bam, start with your dinner Jagi" Jungkook said standing up from his seat. Dinner soon ended with laughs and giggling Hani told me about her new Kindergarten and her friends.

Both of your daughters knocked up soon while watching some animated movies. Bam was already rested in his kennel, tucking them on the bed you went to change, to sleep soon. 

While changing you stood in front of the mirror and sighed , Jungkook hummed at the site of you sighing "Kook I don't feel confident and pretty about my body anymore " you said slightly embarrassed and tears beaming in your eyes. "What are you saying baby, you look perfect," Jungkook said keeping his phone on the nightstand.

It’s been 4 months since you both had sex, the last time you had sex was when you were eight months pregnant. you've heard Jungkook jerking off in the shower once in a while. "Baby you look so fucking perfect, what makes you think you're not pretty?" he said sitting in front of you and grabbing your shoulders " I don't know kook I have stretch marks all over my stomach and thighs, I have baby fat still in my body," you said tearing up. Jungkook sighed kissing your cheeks " Baby it's serious why didn't you tell me this earlier? " Jungkook was shocked about why you didn’t let him know.

" you've given birth to our child baby, and about stretch marks you should not feel you're not pretty anymore, and some baby fat looks cute on you, you have them in the right spots," Jungkook says now lying over your breasts, laughing through tears you wave him off. Jungkook then kisses your lips slowly which soon turns into a make out session. "You're fine with having sex with me tonight baby?" he asked making sure you were comfortable with it.

Nodding at him he helps you to undress when you get a bit shy under his gaze "Kook I haven’t been shaving down there lately” you say in a slow tone we wave off saying “It’s fine baby” and move down towards your stomach slowly leaving wet kisses on your stretch marks and fat, leaning he is met with the site of your wet pussy. 

Groaning at the site “fuck so wet baby, what got you so worked up?” Jungkook whispered before leaning in to give a soft kiss to your core. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure he gave. “Ah ah baby watch me” He tutted “Tell me what you want baby, gonna give you everything you deserve” he added “Want your mouth kook” you said grabbing his hair. “Take what you want to have it your way,” he says softly sucking on your soaked clit “You taste like a fucking candy” Jungkook praises you for being a good girl and how wet you were “fuck so tight baby” curses left your mouth when he fingered you through your orgasm.

Bawling your eyes out you finally came on his fingers “You gonna take my cock baby?” Jungkook said still unsure “Yeah kook want you in me now,” you said reassuring him “Looks so good waiting for me, glad I knocked you up with my babies” he groaned .

“My sexy baby mama, never gonna make you feel bad about your insecurities they look fucking perfect” his thrusts were getting rough but you both were careful to not make a bit of noise, Jungkook's hand pressed against your mouth to keep you from your moaning getting louder. His hands massaged your breasts and a few bits of milk oozing out of them made his lactation kink awake, sucking on them he moans at the sweet taste. 

“Fuck Jagi I’m gonna fucking come” Arrays of curses left your mouth, and slopping noises of your wet pussy made him cum faster than he even though “fuck kook so messy” you chuckle feeling the slick drip down to your ass. Laughing he settles his head on your neck whispering sweet things in your ear and occasionally biting on them. He backs away and brings in a towel to clean you up. 

You both cuddle up against each other wearing some cloths because Hani has a habit of barging in your room at early morning. Jungkook went to check up on both of them kissing their cheeks and closing the door. The baby monitor helps you when Chae cries in middle of night thankfully she was asleep.

Whispering I love You's Sleep soon overcome you both.

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nightlytom · 5 months

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T a e h y u n g d a t e m o o d b o a r d

Three days worth of dates in a restaurant, jazz bar & spontaneous outing

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nightlytom · 5 months

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Flufftober Day 18

"Did you plan for this to happen?"

🎃 taehyung x gn!reader

🎃 special thanks to @honeytwo for helping me translate this into english, correcting my grammar and other mistakes. thank you for everything! °♡̷•.

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"Did you plan for this to happen?"

"What do you mean?" You innocently tinker away to smooth out the sofa's wrinkles. "I didn't ask the heavens to make it rain. But I did turn on the TV, and I did open that wine. Come here!" You pat the seat next to you.

Taehyung, still in his suit, sighs in relief and takes a seat. Your fingers immediately find his shoulders, probing the nerve clusters.

"Shall I massage you?"

The man hums, and then, as your hands go to work, he moans gratefully.

"Oh, please, marry me!"

"Sooner or later, honey." You kiss the top of his head with a smile.

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nightlytom · 6 months

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(Nov. 7)

@Shepherds4Good: Palestinian children in Gaza hold a press conference outside Al Shifa hospital, speaking English so the world cannot pretend not to understand them: “We come now to shout and invite you to protect us; we want to live, we want peace… we want to live as the other children live.”

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nightlytom · 6 months

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Yoongi as a Cat 🐈😺✨💥

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cozy cuties 💘

for @jung-koook ♡

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nightlytom · 6 months

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don't ask me the color of anything

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nightlytom · 6 months

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need you — jjk

⤷ summary. jeon jungkook is not worthy of anything good, especially you. and yet, he can't help but wish for your skin on his. he can't help but need you. want you. love you. | 17+

pairing. jeon jungkook x fem!reader

genre. heavy angst, bits of fluff, implied smut.

» please don’t flag this post. if u don’t like it, just scroll. don’t be petty and flag creator’s posts, if u do that, ur not fücking cool 👎

warnings. heavy angst, implied fuckboy!jungkook, jungkook thinks he isn’t worthy, implied breakup, this can be a college au, a slice of life au, anything really. it’s up to you! we see things thru jk’s pov, and there are glimpses of reader’s pov. implied smut, nothing graphic except for when jungkook is sucking woman’s tits, but that isn’t too explicit. this is honestly just angst for us angst suckers.

word count. 1.7k

note. this is barely edited!!!!! this is super self-indulgent shjsjdhd. i started this bc i was feeling a tad down, and i just kept going and going help. and as u guys know, i’m a huge sucker for angst so here is whatever this drabble is lmao. anyway, hope u enjoy <3

links. masterlist ; taglist ; feedback

The sky is grey and so are his eyes.

Is there a sun out there in the window?

Perhaps there is. But people like him are not meant to see the shine from the star above, to feel warmth on the skin that is unworthy.

A skin that is poison.

Skin that pushed you away.

And now you’re probably out there, playing in the wild, a smile on your face that is oh-so-bright as you talk with other men.

Men who are better than him.

And Jungkook stays here, stuck on his bed, sinking in a feeling that plagues every inch of his insides as he devours another woman’s skin.

Trying to forget the hurt.

Trying to forget you.

And he can’t pull it out.

As much as he tries and tries, letting lust corrupt his eyes doesn’t make the crippling guilt of pushing you away fade.

You were the sun. His sun.

You were supposed to be happy, not embedded in the misery of a man who only used you. Treated you like mere flesh for his hungry eyes.

It’s all he knew how to do.

And Jungkook wanted you. All of you.

He really did.

But the poison in his heart was too great, and it corrupted your beautiful skin as he tore your heart.

He didn’t mean it. He really didn’t.

Could you ever forgive him? Could you ever see the heart inside his eyes whenever he looked at you?

Even if he never showed? Even if he never told you?

“Jungkook.” The woman moans under him, her hand twisting his hair, and he groans at the pain.

You were always mindful of your hands.

His mouth devours her flesh, and he licks, and bites with no mercy, like an animal.

Jungkook takes her nipples inside his mouth, and his eyes close as he imagines your beautiful moans coming out of the random woman’s mouth.

He thinks of you and only you.

Your smile that is the cure to the darkness inside his veins—your touch is the fuel to his heart, and your heart that is the only fire to his dying soul.

You are everything.

Or, well, you were.

Jungkook gropes the woman’s breasts with his tattooed hand.

Once.

Twice.

And again.

The thought of you won’t go away. Is lust not enough anymore?

Probably not when his sheer desire for you is more than any star in the galaxy—more than the universe that stretches into infinity.

Desire?

Love?

Oh, what a stupid thing for a man like Jungkook.

He’s unlovable and he’s not capable of love.

It’s written on the strings of destiny.

On his feet as he stains the floor with his wretched being.

Jungkook’s a man who plays with women’s hearts.

He isn’t supposed to cherish one single heart.

Your heart.

That’s what he’s written to be.

And yet, he still longs for you. For your touch. For your soul.

A wretched man like him isn’t supposed to want, just take. And take. And take.

Like he is taking advantage of the body of his woman under him, who pathetically moans at any of his rough touches, who so willingly lets him use her as he wants to.

And he still wants you at any moment.

He still wants your screams. Your tears. Your soul. Your heart.

Your love again.

Jungkook takes his mouth out of the woman’s breast with a lewd pop, a single string of saliva trailing on his lips.

The woman looks up at him with adoration. Anticipation of what he might do next.

Jungkook squints his eyes, “Leave.”

The woman shivers at the coldness.

She gasps, face turning pale, “What?”

“I said leave.”

“Damn, okay. Guess what everyone said about your dick is false, huh?” The woman scoffs as she puts her top back on, muttering curses at Jungkook who lies down on his shitty bed.

Jungkook lights a cigarette, refusing to look at the woman, “Y’know where the door is.”

“Asshole.” The woman growls as she walks out the door, and Jungkook doesn’t flinch at the loud sound of the wooden door.

Jungkook lets out a deep sigh.

The woman’s body was supposed to make him forget, the pleasure was supposed to make him numb.

It used to work.

Why isn’t it working anymore?

Jungkook grabs his phone, and he doesn’t know how, but your contact suddenly lingers on the screen.

His thumb twitches on top of the call

button.

He wants to do it. He wants to call you. Hear your sweet voice he knows he doesn’t deserve to hear.

He shouldn’t. You don’t want anything to do with him—you left that pretty clear when he made you leave that one September night.

One night Jungkook saw what it’s like to have your soul feel again as he saw you leaving the same door the woman did just a moment ago.

The cards were dealt, and now, you’re probably with somebody else.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t.

With a lick of his lips, Jungkook presses the button.

He inhales sharply, his heart beating inside of his ears at every ring of the phone.

Beep.

Jungkook can’t breathe as his stomach twists.

Fuck. It’s been so long since he felt this anxious.

“Jungkook.” You breathe, and Jungkook’s heart beats.

Once. Twice. Again.

“Hey.”

Princess—it’s on the tip of his tongue.

“Um…Why’d you call?”

“I…..”

Why did he call?

He doesn’t know.

Or maybe, he does know, but he can’t find it in his heart to beg. His pride is too big.

And perhaps that’s why you’re now only a ghost in his bed, only living inside his memories of your past together.

Jungkook’s eyes close as he surrenders.

“I need you.”

You gasp on the other side of the phone, and your hands tremble.

“What?”

“I need—“

You cough lightly, “I, I heard you. Where, um, where are you, Jungkook?” You take in a deep breath, your voice holding the lightest tremble, “Are you, are you high?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook chuckles dryly.

You only think he wants you when he isn’t sober.

Jungkook closes his eyes.

His weak body fights the dread that wants to cripple inside his body as he remembers all the times he called you when he was high—all the times he used you for his pleasure.

For numbness.

“I’m just—I just…..I just need you. That’s all.”

You scoff, “You have so women at your disposal, Jungkook. Call one of them or something.”

“Princess…..” Jungkook sighs, the nickname rolling out his tongue so easily, and oh, how sweet it tastes.

“Just….” You fight the urge to whimper as you hold the phone tightly. “I’m coming.”

You hang up, and Jungkook stares at his phone.

Half an hour passes, and Jungkook smokes another slim cigarette from his pack as he looks at photos on his phone.

And then he hears it.

Three knocks on his door.

It’s you.

He can’t breathe as he slowly opens the wooden door, and his heart beats again as he stares into the galaxy inside your eyes.

He used to get lost in them.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” You gulp thickly as you watch Jungkook’s every move, and he can see how weary you are.

“I missed you.” The words come out of his lips before he can even stop them, and your eyes widen.

He can see a glimpse of something. A spark he thought he lost.

And lightning strikes across his heart.

“You….” Your lips tremble, “Don’t do this to me. Not again.”

His eyes soften, and your hands ache to touch his skin, to heal him in ways you so desired in the past.

But you know better than to fall for the illusion once again.

One would be a fool to make a mistake twice.

“I won’t. I don’t want to. I just missed you. Can’t I miss you?”

You huff, water burning in your eyes, “No. You can’t. Not when I saw you with—“

“And I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry for that.”

You roll your eyes, and Jungkook feels the bruises in his once metal skin, “Sorry won’t cut it. You used me. You—“

“I know, princess.”

You groan, your stormy eyes shifting to the ground, “Don’t say that stupid nickname.”

Jungkook gets on his knees, and your eyes blow.

“Princess. Fuck, I’m—“

A lonely tear escapes his right eye, and you can see your reflection in them.

“I’m sorry. Please. Please forgive me, fuck. I want—“ Jungkook pierces lips tremble, “Please forgive me. I was a jerk to you. I still am a jerk. An asshole. But please—please forgive me.”

You purse your lips, “How can I know if you changed, huh?”

“You can’t,” Jungkook whispers and you hum.

Jungkook grabs your hand and places it on his chest, and you can feel it beating.

Jungkook fights the urge to let out another unwanted tear as he feels your touch again, the sparks coursing through each part of his tattooed skin.

It’s almost euphoric.

“But I can show you. Just, just give me one more chance. I want you. I need you. I…” Jungkook sighs, blood boiling as his pride fades away.

His heart opens.

It hurts. It burns.

“I love you.”

You can’t breathe as you look at him under you.

He looks up at you.

In love. In adoration. In every star that bursts through the galaxy above.

You can’t hold back anymore.

Your lips find his cherry ones, and Jungkook finds heaven.

“You’re so dramatic.” You chuckle as you stroke his cheek, and Jungkook smiles for the first time in the last miserable month.

“So….Are you, are you mine?”

You chuckle, pressing the lightest kiss to his bruised lip, “I’ve been yours for a long time, idiot.”

And he made love to you again and again. Tenderly. Passionately. Using all of his wretched strength to show the unconditional love he has for you.

How he is made for you, even if his skin is tainted with the marks of his unforgivable sins of the past.

And a tear escaped his eye when you whispered in his ear that you love him too.

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Two Normal Arms

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Synopsis: when Peter breaks his arm, he notices he gets a lot of attention from you. So much attention that he prolongs the broken arm as long as he can

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Peter had a strict no texting while swinging rule.

That rule was broken one night on patrol during a particularly heated back and forth text conversation with Ned over whether chili was a soup or an entirely different category of food. Peter didn’t feel like waiting until he got home to respond, so he texted with one hand while he shot webs with the other. His eyes were glued to his phone as he went to grab a web that wasn’t anywhere close to where he thought it was. He went crashing to the ground, landing right on his right arm. He heard the crunch loud and clear and let out a little whimper. Peter peeled himself off the pavement and pulled his mask off to look at his arm.

“Well that’s not good.” He mumbled when he saw the curve in a place his arm didn’t typically curve.

He knew there was no way he could swing home with the arm but he was too far to walk. He looked around and realized he was in your neighborhood. He’d been to your place once before when Tony first bought you an apartment and wondered if he could find it again by memory. He ran up and down the block until he spotted a window with a light on near the top floor of a building twice the size of Peters. He could see a little Iron Man flag in the window and took a leap of faith that that was your apartment. He cradled his arm to his chest and gingerly climbed the side of the building until he reached the window. He used his head to knock on the window and sighed in relief when he saw you running to open it.

“Peter? What are you doing up here?” You whispered.

“I’m sorry. I would never bother you at home but I got hurt really badly and I can’t swing.” Peter winced and held up his arm. You could see exactly where the break was and put a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my God. Come in.” You said as you wrapped an arm around him and helped him inside. You helped Peter sit down on your couch before sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

“Let me see this.” You said and gently moved his hand away from his arm. It was bent in an awkward way and resembled an “s”, something you didn’t know arms could do.

“Is it bad?” Peter asked you.

“One second.” You smiled sweetly and calmly walked into the next room. When you returned, you had a forced smile on your face.

“It’s not bad.” You answered him.

“You went over there to gag gagged, didn’t you?”

“I did. I’m sorry.” You cringed. “Broken bones gross me out.”

“Oh shit. You think it’s broken?” Peter asked and held the arm up. It limply hung in the air and you gagged again.

“Peter, honey, it looks like a fish hook.”

“Yeah. That’s probably not good, right?” He asked as he looked at it.

“I need to get you to a hospital.” You decided and grabbed your car keys.

“A hospital? That won’t be necessary. There’s no need for all that fuss. Can’t we just wrap it up and call it a day?” Peter laughed nervously.

“I don’t think so. I can put bandaids on your other cuts but this needs to be looked at by a real doctor.”

“You said you’ve seen every season of Greys Anatomy right? Can’t you just put on an episode and do what they do?”

“All they do is have sex during work hours. We can’t do that right now.” You shook your head as you threw your coat on. Peter stopped panicking for a second and felt his face heat up.

“But later?” He asked. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and set your keys down.

“Hang on. We gotta get you out of those clothes.”

“Really? Now?” Peter gulped and grabbed his shirt with his free hand.

“Well we can’t get checked out as Spiderman without the doctors seeing this pretty face.” You teased and cupped his chin before walking towards your room.

“Oh. Right.” He blushed and touched his chin.

“I’ll grab some of my stuff.” You called from your room. You returned shortly with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Peter pressed the button on the center of his suit and shimmied out of it before making eye contact with you. You gulped and quickly turned around to give him some privacy. Peter blushed and stood up to shake the suit onto the floor. He gingerly stepped into the pants and pulled them up with one hand. When it came to the hoodie, he knew there was no way he could put it on with one arm.

“Um….” He said as he struggled to get his head in the hoodie.

“You need help?” You asked over your shoulder.

“Yes please.”

You laughed and turned around to help Peter get dressed. You pulled his head through the opening and laughed when his messy hair stuck straight up.

“Thank you.” Peter smiled shyly as you fixed his hair.

“Anytime.” You smiled back.

“I kinda hate that your pants fit me.” He said sheepishly and looked down at the pants you had given him.

“Why? I think you look great in my clothes.”

“Oh. Well thank you.” He blushed. “You’d probably look great in mine.”

“I don’t know if I have the muscles to fill out your suit.” You sighed and nodded towards his discarded suit.

“It doesn’t have to be the suit. You’d look good in just my T shirt.”

“Just your T shirt?” You asked coyly, making Peter go bright red.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He quickly explained.

“We can put your theory to the test later. Let’s get your arm looked at first.” You said and pulled him towards the door. Peter gulped and made it all the way to the car before stopping in his tracks.

“I can’t go to the hospital.” He blurted. You stopped and looked at him and we’re supposed to see the embarrassed look on his face as he cradled his arm.

“Why not?” You asked him as you put your hand on his shoulder. Peter looked at your hand before looking into your eyes and sighing.

“My aunt would never be able to afford it with her new job.” He admitted. “We’re barely making rent as it is. I can’t put this on her.”

“So don’t.” You shrugged. “Put it on my dads card.”

“I can’t just charge my medical bills to your dad.” Peter laughed uncomfortably.

“Sure you can. He won’t even notice. And if he asks about the card, I’ll just tell him I was shopping.” You insisted and pulled Peter towards your car.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” He shook his head and stayed where he was.

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. Actually, I’m forcing. Get in the car.” You insisted as you opened the passenger door. You playfully pushed him into the car and buckled his seatbelt for him. You then climbed into the drivers seat and started the car.

“Thank you.” He smiled shyly when you looked over at him.

“Of course. You can trust me, Peter. I’m your friend.” You smiled back and started to drive.

“Right.” His nodded as his smile faltered a little at the word “friend” but he didn’t say anything. By the time you pulled up to the hospital, Peter was in bad shape. His arm was swelling and causing him more pain than he had ever felt. You opened his door and helped him out of the car, feeling the way he was barely able to hold himself up.

“Hey, Y/n?” Peter winced and held on tight to you.

“Yeah, Peter?”

“Do you think you could lift someone my size?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“Because I’m about to pass out.” He said right before collapsing onto the ground.

When Peter woke up later in his hospital bed, he felt a whole lot better. So much better, in fact, that he didn’t even notice the giant blue cast on his arm. He didn’t know if it was the morphine he had been given or fact that you were sitting at his bedside with your hand that was keeping him pain free.

“Hey, Peter.” You smiled softly at him and brushed the hair off his forehead. Peter sat up a little in his bed and smiled back.

“So pretty. You look nothing like your dad.” He said sleepily.

“What was that?” You laughed even though you had definitely heard him.

“Want jello.” Peter said and licked his dry lips. You held his cup of water to his lips and helped him drink as the doctor came in.

“Oh, good. He’s awake.” The doctor said.

“Woah. What happened?” Peter asked ad he noticed his cast.

“We had to do surgery on your arm to set the bone back into place. You’ll be in a cast for the next six to eight weeks.”

“I didn’t know your favorite color so I picked blue. I hope that’s okay.” You explained sheepishly.

“Blue is great. Thank you.” Peter smiled at you as he slowly felt more with it.

“It’s a good thing your girlfriend brought you in when she did. You had free fluid in your arm. It could’ve been much worse if you hadn’t come in right away.” The doctor told him.

“Oh. She’s not my-“

“Thank, doctor. Is there anything we should do now?” You cut him off as you turned to the doctor.

“He’s safe to bring home. Just keep the arm elevated and don’t get it wet. I can prescribe some pain meds as well.”

“Thank you. And could we get some jello too please?” You requested.

“No problem. I’ll be right back with that.” The doctor smiled and left the room.

“You broke your wrist, elbow and radius bone. Which I just found out is the bone in between your wrist and elbow. Who knew it had a name? But that’s why the cast goes so high.” You explained to Peter once you were alone.

“Damn. That’s a lot of bones. No wonder it hurts.” He said and shifted uncomfortably in the bed. It didn’t actually hurt that bad, but he liked it when you were worried about him.

“Oh no. It does? Can I do anything?” You asked and brushed his hair back again. Peter blushed and smiled softly as he looked into your concerned eyes.

“Just keep holding my hand, please. It helps with the pain.” He said and faked a cough for added measure. You fell right for it and squeezed his hand.

“It’s gonna be okay, Peter. I won’t leave your side. But do you want me to call your aunt?”

“No, this will just freak her out. I’ll tell her tomorrow.”

“Okay. You could crash at my place tonight if you want. I’ll drive you home tomorrow so we can tell her together. I wrote down everything the doctor said since you were still knocked out.”

“Wow. Thank you.” Peter smiled in appreciation when you showed him the list you had made. You smiled back and put the list down on his bedside table before looking at him. Peter was gazing at you intently because he could tell you had something on your mind.

“I like the color you picked.” Peter said to cut the silence.

“Oh, thanks. I was gonna go with red but I always thought you looked best in blue.” You said without looking at him. Peter blushed at the casual compliment and tilted his head to get you to look at him. You finally did look into his eyes and smiled softly.

“Peter, could I….”

“Yes?” Peter sat up eagerly at your question.

“Sign your cast?” You finished your sentence and he sat back in his bed.

“Oh, sure.” He agreed. You pulled a sharpie out of your bag and wrote your name on the front of Peters cast. Peters face reddened when he saw how big you had written it and he looked at his cast proudly.

“First one.” You smiled and put the sharpie down.

“Probably one of the only ones that will be on here.” Peter chuckled.

“Oh, really? Maybe I should add something else then.” You said and picked the sharpie back up. Peter couldn’t see what you were drawing until you gently turned his cast towards him.

“Do you like it?” You asked timidly. Peter looked at his cast and saw that you had drawn a big heart around your name.

“I love it.” Peter blushed. “Thank you.”

“Of course. It’s an honor to be the first.” You told him. “Oh, and I went by the tower while you were sleeping and grabbed some of your clothes. The doctor said I can take you home once you can stand on your own.”

“I feel great, actually. Thanks for getting the clothes.” Peter thanked you as he got out of his bed. He got changed in the bathroom and met you in the room once he was done. You helped Peter get signed out before taking him back to your apartment.

“Stay here. I’ll make up the bed for you. Can I get you anything?” You asked as you helped Peter sit on your couch.

“Could I have some water please?”

“Of course.” You cupped his chin before going to get him a glass of water. Peter would be lying if he said he didn’t love the way you were babying him because of his injury. You returned with his water and sat beside him on the couch.

“Is there anything else I could get you?”

“I would love to shower. But I can’t get my cast wet.” Peter frowned and looked at his cast.

“You don’t have to.” You said and got back up. You returned shortly with a black garbage bag and held it up to show Peter.

“You’re a genius.” He smiled and got up from the couch.

“I aim to please.” You shrugged and opened the bag up. Peter went to put his arm inside but you stopped him.

“Um, you should probably take off your shirt before I put this on.” You said sheepishly.

“Oh. Right.” Peter replied and tried to take his shirt off, which proved to be difficult with only one hand. After watching him struggle for a bit, you grabbed the hem and helped him take it off. Peters face reddened as you pulled the shirt over his head and he smiled softly. You did your best to keep your eyes on his as you tied the bag around his arm and tried not to look at his body.

“There. That should protect it from any water.” You said as you never broke eye contact.

“Thanks. That was really smart.” Peter said quietly. You stayed staring at each other for a little too long before you snapped out of it.

“The bathroom is the first door on the left. Shampoo and conditioner is all in there. And I have extra towels under the sink.“ You said as you stepped away from him.

“Cool. Thank you.” He smiled once again before walking to the bathroom. Your garbage bag idea worked perfectly and he was able to clean himself without getting any water on the cast. He dried himself off to the best of his ability with one hand and stepped back into his boxers and sweatpants from before. That’s when he realized he had left his shirt out in the living room with you. Peter gulped and fixed his hair in the mirror before going to find you again.

“Hey. All clean?” You asked when he came back into the living room.

“Yep. Could you take this thing off of me?” Peter asked and held up his arm.

“Sure.” You gulped and went over to him. You put on your best performance of pretending he wasn’t shirtless and glistening from the shower as you untied the bag and pulled it off. You made eye contact once again and quickly looked anywhere but his naked torso.

“Do you need help getting your shirt back on?” You asked and hoped the answer was yes.

“It’s okay. I think I can do it. You’ve already done so much.” Peter said as he grabbed the shirt. He managed to get one arm and both shoulders in before realizing he had no way of getting his cast through the shirt.

“I’m stuck.” He whined, making you laugh a little. He had his good arm sticking out over his head and his shirt riding up like a crop top .

“Aw. Look at you.” You chuckled and carefully pulled his broken arm through the shirt.

“Thanks. Again.” Peter laughed as well now that he was dressed.

“You’re very welcome. Now follow me. I’ll show you your bed.” You said and brought Peter to your guest bedroom. You had set it up for him while he was in the shower and put lots of extra pillows so he would be comfortable.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” You turned to him to ask. Peter looked down at your lips for a moment before going back to your eyes.

“Um….” He trailed off and looked over at the bed.

“How about some sleep?”

“Yeah.” He laughs through a yawn. “That sounds really good. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Anytime, Peter. Goodnight.” You squeezed his arm before leaving the room. Peter stayed frozen in place for a minute and tried to touch his arm where you hand had just been, then remembered it was broken.

Peter woke up the next morning to the sweet smell of pancakes. He got out of bed and noticed that the pain in his arm had almost completely gone away. He flexed his fingers, something the doctor mentioned that he probably wouldn’t be able to do for a while, and realized his arm was probably mostly healed. He decided not to mention that discovery to you as he went to go find you.

“Good morning.” You smiled at Peter when he walked into your kitchen.

“It’s a very good morning. Hi.” He smiled back as you handed him a cup of orange juice.

“Sit. Eat. I can cut it for you if you need.” You offered as you put a plate of pancakes in front of Peter.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to.” Peter smiled gratefully and picked up his fork. He went to pick up his knife and remembered his arm was in a cast.

“Hm.” He hummed when he realized his dilemma.

“Here. I got it.” You chuckled and took his fork. You cut Peters food up for him as he watched you with a dreamy smile. He’d never gotten this much attention from you before, or any girl for that matter. He was starting to think this broken arm was a gift from God.

“After breakfast, I can take you home and we can tell May together.” You offered as you got up and grabbed a spray bottle and a comb from the bathroom.

“Thank you. For everything. You’ve done so much already.”

“Please. I’ve barely done anything.” You scoffed and proceeded to wet his hair and then comb out his bed head. Peter turned to look at you with his newly styled hair and you sheepishly put the comb down.

“Okay. I see your point. I just like to take care of people. And I feel bad that you broke your arm. I’m sorry if I’m doing too much.” You explained as you sat back down.

“That’s okay. I’m not used to be taken care of like this. It’s kinda nice.” Peter admitted without looking at you.

“I think it’s nice too. To look after you.” You replied. You looked into each others eyes for a moment and exchanged a smile. Peter finished up his breakfast and got back into your car to go tell May what happened. As you explained to her everything the doctor had told you, all May could focus on was the pretty girl Peter had brought home.

“Wait, sorry, who are you?” May interrupted with an excited smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Y/n Stark. Peter works with my dad. He got hurt on patrol and my apartment was as close by.” You explained.

“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m so glad Peter had such a lovely girl to take care of him. And that he knew where your apartment was. Because he’s been there before?” May asked and clasped her hands under her chin.

“Oh my God.” Peter groaned and hung his head. “It’s not like that, May.”

“Peter’s a friend.” You chuckled. “But I was happy to look after him.”

“Well I appreciate that. And I know he does too. He talks about you all the time, you know. I just didn’t realize it was you. He didn’t tell me how pretty you were.” May added.

“May.” Peter said warningly.

“Oh, thank you.” You laughed awkwardly. “Well, I should probably get going. See you later, Peter.”

“She’s cute.” May said once you were gone.

“She is. But you’ll probably never see her again because you just scared her off.” Peter groaned.

“I don’t know. Don’t think I don’t see that signature on your cast. It’s gonna take a lot more than an overbearing aunt to scare that girl off.” May said coyly.

“Wait, you really think so?” Peter asked.

“I’m just saying. I wouldn’t go to that length for just a friend.” May shrugged. A smile crossed Peters face as it occurred to him this broken arm might have been exactly what he needed to get you to like him back.

Peter walked into campus next day with his cast in a sling. He went to the table he usually sat at between classes and saw Ned already sitting there.

“Hey dude. You never texted me back last- OH MY GOD.” Ned screamed and pointed when he saw the cast.

“Calm down. I’m okay. I just broke my arm.” Peter said with a huge smile.

“Uh, why do you seem so happy about it?”

“Because Y/n Stark took care of me.” Peter whispered excitedly as he sat down.

“Wait, Tony Starks daughter?” Neds eyes widened. “What?! How?”

“I couldn’t swing so I had to go to the nearest apartment I could find, which was hers. She drove me to the hospital and got me clothes while I was in surgery. Then she brought me home and let me sleep at her place.” Peter explained.

“You slept at a girls place?” Ned’s jaw dropped as he grabbed Peters shoulders.

“I know! I wish you could’ve seen it, Ned. She was so worried about me so she did everything for me. I’m talking combing my hair, cutting my food, she even helped me get dressed. Honestly, I think she might like me.”

“That’s hilarious.” Ned laughed. “Good thing you didn’t break your funny bone. Oh my God, wait, did you?”

“No, dude. I’m serious. You should’ve seen her. She was all over me in a way she never has been before. I think this broken arm is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Peter!” Your voice came from behind Peter so he and Ned turned around in confusion.

“Woah. What’s she doing here?” Ned asked and shook Peters arm.

“I have no idea.” Peter replied as a smile broke out on his face.

“Hi. I hope it’s okay I showed up like this.” You said as you sat down beside Peter.

“It’s totally okay. I’m happy to see you.” Peter said and leaned on his good arm to stare at you.

“I know it must be hard to do things for yourself with only one hand, so I thought I would bring you lunch. My dad mentioned that you always eat all the peanut butter when you’re at the tower so I made you a PBJ. Do you like those?” You asked him.

“I love them. Thank you so much. This is so nice of you. You didn’t have to do that.” Peter said and touched your arm.

“It’s okay. I wanted to. I also cut you up some apple slices and packed a juice box.” You said and showed Peter was else was in the lunch bag you had brought.

“No way! I love apple juice.” Peters eyes lit up when he saw the juice. He reached for him but you put your hand on his arm.

“I got it.” You smiled at Peter and put the straw into the juice box. You then held the juice box up so that he could sip it, all while Ned watched in disgust.

“Oh my.” Ned mumbled.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” You asked Peter.

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“I figured since you can’t go on patrol while you’re healing, you could come hang with me at the tower. My dads been working on some new technology and I think you’d be a great help.”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds awesome.” Peter grinned and nodded his head.

“Oh, good. You said yes.” You smiled timidly. “I could pick you up after class?”

“Sure. I get out at 4:25.”

“I’ll be here. See you later, Peter.” You squeezed his arm and got up to leave.

“Did you see that? This arm is a goldmine! She’s never been this interested in me!” Peter exclaimed once you were gone.

“No girl has!” Ned said with equal excitement.

“This is even better than the spider bite. I hope I never heal.” Peter sighed happily and looked at his cast.

“Can I sign it?” Ned asked and fished in his backpack for a pen.

“Of course.” Peter smiled and moved his cast towards Ned. Ned gently held Peters arm in place and tried to write on the top of his cast above his elbow.

“Ugh, it’s too curved. Can you flex so I can get a solid surface?”

“No, I can’t flex my broken arm. And your name is just three letters. Is it really that hard?”

“I wanted to draw the blue amongus guy. Please?” Ned whined.

“Fine.” Peter rolled his eyes and flexed his arm the bets he could to give Ned a flat surface. When he did this, the cast cracked in half and fell in two pieces onto Peters lap. Chalk from the inside filled the air, making Peter and Ned cough as they waved it away.

“Oh shit.” Peter said and flexed his arm back and forth. Sure enough, it was perfectly healed.

“Dude!” Ned coughed. “I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that.”

“My arm is healed. Damn it!” Peter groaned and slammed his now healed arm on the table.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Ned asked as he drew an amongus character on one of the halves of Peters cast.

“No. My broken arm was the one thing making Y/n pay attention to me. Without it, she’ll want nothing to do with me.” Peter sighed and rubbed his face.

“Maybe you could break your other arm?” Ned suggested. “Or both arms?

“I’m not gonna break my arm on purpose. That’s too crazy. I just need a new cast.” Peter said as he began to brainstorm.

“Maybe not. Maybe you just need some tape.” Ned said as he held the two halves of the cast together. Peter looked at the two halves and smiled as he formed a plan.

Peter texted you that he’d meet you at the tower instead so that he could rush home to work on his plan. When you opened the tower door to greet him, the first thing you noticed was that his cast had been wrapped in duck tape down the middle that was then colored with a blue sharpie. You could see spots of wet Elmer’s glue around the obvious crack, despite the sling Peter had placed the arm in.

“Hi!” He greeted you.

“Hey, you. What happened to your cast?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing. I just scuffed it a little.” Peter lied and pulled it deeper into the sling.

“Uh huh. Come in.” You chuckled skeptically and led him to the lab. You held the door open for Peter and noticed him touching it with his broken hand as he passed through. You were already skeptical and decided to play with him a little.

“This is so cool. Your dad never lets me in here.” Peter said as he looked around the lab in awe.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Come sit.” You smiled innocently and patted a chair at the lab table that wasn’t pulled out. Peter pulled it out with his broken hand and sat beside you. You eyed him curiously and he gave you an awkward smile. You decided not to expose him just yet and let him help you with a few things around the lab for an hour. He was beyond excited just to be there and you didn’t want to ruin it just yet.

“Can you figure out this formula for me?” You asked and handed Peter a marker.

“Sure.” He smiled and went to the whiteboard. He started writing with his broken hand and you watched with an amused smile.

“You should probably use your other hand.” You said, making Peter freeze.

“Oh. Right.” Peter forced a laugh. “I keep forgetting it’s broken. Which it definitely is. You saw it.”

“I did see it. Does it still hurt?” You asked and touched the sling.

“Oh yeah.” He lied. “Real bad.”

“Aw. Poor baby.” You pouted and brushed some hair off his face. Peter gulped and blushed under your touch as he made a fist with his broken hand. You noticed him moving his supposedly broken hand and decided to tease him a little.

“You know, it’s really a shame your arm is broken.” You said and took a step towards him.

“Why?”

“Because we have the place to ourselves. We could’ve had a little fun together. But obviously we can’t, with your broken arm and all.” You replied and watched his face carefully for a reaction.

“A little fun?” Peter gulped again as you got even closer.

“You know….” You smiled coyly and walked your fingers up his arm.

“No.” Peter swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Come on. You’re telling me you haven’t dreamed of fooling around in one of the giant rooms in this place?” You asked and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“And you’re saying that’s what we would be doing? If my arm was healed?” Peter asked with wide eyes.

“Uh huh. Too bad it’s not.” You sighed dramatically and took a step back. Peter looked down at his fake broken arm and contemplated telling the truth.

“Yeah. That’s too bad.” He mumbled.

“Hey Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Catch.” You said and tossed a paper weight at him. Peter caught it with ease in his broken hand, making his cast break in half again. You raised your eyebrows as Peter squeezed his eyes shut.

“Shit.” He whispered.

“Don’t feel bad.” You chuckled. “I knew you were faking it the second you walked in.”

“You did?” Peter sighed and pulled the cast and sling off.

“Come on, Peter. Duct tape?”

“I know. I’m not a craft boy.” Peter admitted with defeat.

“I can tell. So what’s with the fake cast?” You wondered as you folded your arms.

“The first one was real. I swear. But it healed quicker then I thought it would and I didn’t need it anymore.”

“Then why would you tape the cast around your healed arm?”

“Because I didn’t want you to know it was healed.” Peter mumbled, just barely audible but you still heard it.

“What?” You laughed. “Why not?”

Peter sighed again before looking into your eyes. You looked at him expectingly and he knew there was no way out of this.

“Because then you won’t hang out with me anymore.” He said with a sad smile.

“What?” Your smiled faded as your arms dropped.

“Before I broke my arm, I had trouble getting you to even look my way. But that night in your apartment, I never lost your attention. Not even once. And then you showed up at my school and met my friend and I guess I liked that so much that I wasn’t ready to let go of it yet. So I taped my cast back together to keep your attention a little longer. I’m sorry.”

“Peter, I didn’t do all those things because you have a broken arm. I did them because I like you.” You said as walked back towards him.

“You do?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “Even though I have two normal arms?”

“It’s something I’m willing to look past.” You smiled teasingly. Peter smiled back before winced and gripping his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“I kinda triggered the injury when I broke the cast.” He grimaced and moved his shoulder in a circle.

“Aw. Do you want me to kiss it better?” You laughed sarcastically.

“Yeah. Can you?” Peter replied with equal sarcasm and held up his arm. You moved his arm down away from his face and leaned in to kiss him. Once Peter processed what was happening, he was able to kiss you back. He wrapped his now healed arm around your waist to pull you in, feeling the dull ache he got from moving it but deciding it was worth it.

“Any better?” You asked once you pulled away.

“Much.” Peter smiled and went to kiss you again.

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Standing Next To You - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, Angst, Fluff, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: Your and Jungkook's relationship is all about dark rooms, shadows, rendezvous and secrecy. It pains you to even think that you can't claim him as yours in front of the world. But Jungkook is always there to set your fears free because he loves you even more than you love him.

Warnings: public sex, backstage sex, explicit sex, crying, moaning, dirty talk, spitting, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), creampie, multiple orgasm, Jungkook is whipped. NSFW!!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: This turned out to be more angsty than I intended it to be lol. But it's spicy regardless.

“Baby please! Just one kiss?” Jungkook whispers right next to your ear.

“Jungkook… we can’t!” you reply as silently as possible, shoving him a little bit, making sure not to shake up the makeshift changing room.

“We can. Just a quickie won’t hurt, baby.” He presses his body on yours even more. Your steps falter, being unable to take the weight of his body on yours.

“Quicky? Are you out of your mind? You are two minutes away from your performance! You wanna exhaust yourself now?” you try to put some senses in his mind, while shoving him away again. But he won’t budge and you are no match for his well-worked-out, manly, buff physique.

“Come on, Y/N. Please. I beg you.” Jungkook’s mouth already sits on your throat, placing soft and small kisses, which will soon turn into bruising possessiveness painted just for the world to see.

So bad you can’t paint him like you. You can’t claim him to be yours in front of the world.

Jungkook’s mouth does its part of reaching to your sweet spot and nibbling as hard as he can.

You hiss. The sensession gathers heat in your stomach.

“Don’t mark me!” you spat at him, a little more harshly than you intended it to be. But you can’t help it. This secrecy of your relationship has been taking a toll on you lately. You have been drowsed into a spiral of overbearing thoughts. The continuous surveillance of his label on your life, your relationship, is unsettling you way too much.

Jungkook’s pretty eyes widen at your harsh tone.

It’s new. The way you have been protesting today, almost shoving him away from your body, resisting his kisses and now asking him not to mark you, all of it is new.

In two years of your secret relationship, it has become pretty usual for you guys to find a rendezvous and claim each other inside shadows. You never had a problem with it… until today.

“Has anything happened? Did the company do anything again?” Jungkook stares deep into your eyes. Confusions, questions and even fears spill out of his dark orbs. You know if you don’t distract him now, he will read you out and that may hamper his upcoming performance.

“No-nothing.” your murmur, this time pulling him closer to you, “I signed an NDA, Jungkook. Do you want your label to come after me for sporting your hickeys in front of all the staff and reporters backstage?”

Jungkook’s skilled hand unbuttons your jeans and slides inside your underwear within a few seconds. Your eyes fall shut as soon as his rough fingers come in contact with your clit.

Jungkook smirks at your reaction. It’s amazing how contrasting your statements and your reactions are. He knows only he can do this to you. Only he can break your resolve and take away all of your senses.

“All I want, darling, is” he plunges two of his fingers into your leaking hole while the fat of his thumb draws smooth circles on your clit, “to fuck you raw in front of everyone so that they know you belong to me. I don’t want this secrecy anymore. I want to tell everyone that I am all yours and only yours.”

Your fingers dig on Jungkook’s naked biceps as he scissors his fingers and stretches your hole out. His words set your heart on overdrive.

“My fat cock drilled you so many times but you are still so tight, fuck! You-” he groans as you moan his name, “you are perfect. I love you so fucking much.” with that he twists his fingers and presses on your g-spot and then within a few seconds you are spasming all over his hands and your underwear.

“Fuck baby. You cummed so much. You will take me now like a good girl. Won’t you?” He does a quick job of undoing his belt and pants.

You probably should thank his stylist before heading home. These dress pants and buttoned up vest have elevated his entire look on a different level. The sleeveless vest provides the entire view of his tattooed arm, something that you are totally weak for. You started salivating the moment he emerged from the green room. But before you could compliment him, he was dragging you towards this dingy space.

Jungkook’s cock springs out of his boxers and slaps against his abdomen.

Your eyes greedily fall on his erection as he spreads his palm before your mouth. You look up at him feigning innocence.

“Spit.” he orders. And you spit.

He pumps his length a few times preparing it to lodge inside you. Meanwhile you kick your heels off, strip off your jeans and panties and make yourself ready.

“Good girl” Jungkook murmurs as he lines his cock on your entrance. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you keep him as close as possible.

Once Jungkook’s tip is inside your cunt, he pushes the rest in one go. Your body jerks up as an impact, silent curses falling out of your lips. Giving you time to adjust, he unbuttons your blouse, pulls down your bra and sets your tits free.

“Move now.” you whisper, which Jungkook complies to.

Your back hits the wall as he thrusts into you roughly making you groan.

His thrusts are so rough and deep right from the start that you start moaning even when you know you should not. Even when you know what the result could be.

Jungkook winds up one hand around your waist to keep you steady, places another hand on one of your tit massaging it gently and seals his mouth with yours in an earth-shattering kiss.

His lips are desperate. He raves you with so much passion that you want to cry. Nobody can love you as much as Jungkook and yet you can’t even show off this love.

His hips are restless. His cock deliciously pounds into your sloppy cunt making it tough for you to even breathe properly.

He groans into your mouth as you cum for a second time in less than ten minutes, coating his cock with your juices.

Your orgasm triggers his own and Jungkook unloads himself inside you. Shooting his white, thick, hotness inside you, he paints your walls, claims you in his own way.

“Jungkook, you are next in the line.” his manager screams from outside. There is an annoyance in his tone that suggests that he knows what exactly are you two up to.

“I’m out in two minutes, hyung.” Jungkook screams back breathlessly.

You get teary. Jungkook is about to return to his place. He will perform and thousands of souls will fall in love with him yet again. All while you will stand under his shadow, in secrecy, so that no one knows of your existence, of the love that is blooming in between you two.

As if reading your mind, Jungkook opens his mouth to ease your fears, “We'll survive the test of time, Y/N. No matter what the situation is, they can’t deny our love. They can’t divide us. Just a few more days, baby and then I will proudly be standing next to you. I promise.”

Your tears fall free and he kisses those away. Two pairs of lips meet again as he tries to seal the moment before he leaves you alone for the rest of the night.

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