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summary ~ in search of wine at a party that’s so not your scene, you run into jungkook, the weeb from your film class, and become determined to learn just how much he lives up to his big reputation.

pairing ~ jungkook x reader

genre ~ fluff, smut - college!au

wordcount ~ 8.5k

warnings ~ 18+ only! smut, explicit discussion of kinks/sexual preferences (yay healthy communication), dom/sub undertones during both discussion and sex (dom Jungkook, sub reader), mentions of daddy kink and degradation but both are a no, marking, biting, hair pulling, spanking, they both have a srs pain kink lmao, brief oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie

a/n ~ SO excited to finally have this chapter out for yall! it’s a huge one and i’ve been working on it for quite a while, this includes the first full smut scene for this fic and i would love to know how yall like it or any other feedback. i really enjoyed writing the character development in this chapter too! they’re so cute and whipped for each other already hhhhhh. thank you so much for loving this story so far, i’m really looking forward to writing the rest. hope you enjoy! ❣️

previous: chapter 1 | chapter 2 ~ next: chapter 4 (coming soon!)

~ read on ao3 ~

CHAPTER 3 ~ particular, perfect

You concluded your walk home by ditching your shoes at the door, swinging your bag off your shoulders to the floor, and plopping down onto the couch immediately. Pulling all three nearby blankets over yourself, you realized you still weren't quite comfortable. You looked around for a second, puzzled, until an absentminded clutch of your boobs reminded you why. Triumphantly, you reached into a sleeve to untangle your bra and chucked it across the room with a deep stretch of relief. Okay, time to overthink again.

Jungkook? What the fuck?

Wait. A bag of chips on the kitchen counter caught your eye before you could descend any further into panic. The perfect emotional crutch. You clutched it to your chest like a safeguard against your own internal monologue, anxiously shoving handful after handful into your mouth. After about thirty minutes spent motionless on the couch with one hand shoved in the chip bag and the other distractedly scrolling through Twitter, your eyes suddenly widened and your hand froze, dropping your next bite of chips back into the bag. Fuck. You had just eaten nearly an entire family-size bag of chips before what could end up being your first fuck in over a year. Well, maybe this was part of why you hadn't gotten fucked in over a year. No, don't go there. You shoved down your own insecurity, knowing you'd just been too busy for a relationship and honestly, probably still were. But that wasn't going to stop you today.

You shook the chip dust off of your hands and got up to head to the shower, turning up your trashiest throwback playlist of getting-ready bops and resolving to at least shave your legs. Going in with no expectations was probably the best strategy here, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Having cleaned his apartment in record time, Jungkook was now at the gym. After triple-checking that his roommate Jin would be in rehearsal until 10pm at the earliest, he quickly scanned all the common spaces and his bedroom and realized he didn't actually have that much work to do besides politely closing the door to Jin's still-decent-but-somewhat-messier room. To be honest, Jungkook had mainly bought himself the time after class so he could shave just in case. But then he figured if he had to shower, he might as well hit the gym first. So here he was, burning off an unprecedented amount of nervous energy. Settling comfortably into the leg curl machine, he turned his music up and started on a low weight to put in reps until his thighs burned and his head felt pleasantly empty.

After completing his normal leg day rotation and dutifully stretching, Jungkook prepared to head home. He walked out of the gym feeling more energized and centered, barely even flinching when he switched his AirPods off to say bye to the nice girl at the front desk and the action accidentally blasted "Whistle" by Flo Rida from his phone speaker for the whole lobby to hear. As he walked back into his apartment, the kitchen clock let him know it was only 4:30. He had plenty of time. Jungkook hopped straight into the shower, shampooing his hair, shaving everywhere he normally did, and savoring several extra moments to relax his muscles under the hot stream of water. Finally, he toweled off to wrap up in the black t-shirt and cozy matching sweatpants he'd carefully stacked on the counter. Offhandedly singing to himself in the steamy mirror, he checked the time on his phone, deciding he might as well go ahead and text you before he got nervous again and did something stupid. Like chickening out completely.

hey its jk! im ready when u are :) my apt is 344 glencoe rd #1521 (yes its on the 15th floor sry D: )

His charming old-school smileys lit up your phone while you still had a leg perched on the bathtub's edge.

"Fuck!" you reacted. The hiss resounded, thanks to the too-good acoustics of your cramped bathroom. Your razor clattering to the floor, you paused your max-volume 2000s music to check the message, and then the time. Only 5! That wasn't dinnertime yet. Plugging his address into Google Maps, though, you realized it was a 15- to 20-minute drive from yours on the opposite end of campus. Even if you got ready at light-speed, you would get there closer to 5:30. Which was a bit more reasonable. He was being reasonable! You should be ready by now!

You leaned over to pick up your razor and cursed again as the water stream grazed the blouse you'd left on out of laziness. You'd showered this morning, so there was no need to repeat that with your shave, but now you'd have to change outfits completely. Feeling like an idiot, naked from the waist down but now all the way wet, you peeled the shirt over your head slowly to preserve your good hair day and glanced down at the dilemma you'd been facing. The patch of hair between your legs stared back at you like the final boss of stupid societal beauty standards. You'd only shaved down there once, as an anniversary present for your first boyfriend the summer before college, and it had been a fun, smooth novelty for about two hours and then itchy, red, gross-looking, and miserable for about three weeks. Also, it had kind of made you feel like a little girl, which creeped you out when you thought about why guys would prefer it. You'd been debating whether to try it again for the past fifteen minutes, because if there was ever a right time, this was probably it. But now you didn't have time, if you were going to be respectful and not keep Jungkook waiting. Well, this was the real you. He could take it or leave it.

Slathering a quick coat of lotion over your freshly shaved legs, you prepared to get dressed in a soft pastel sweatshirt and a flattering pair of workout shorts. Wait, should you wear lingerie? Was that too try-hard? You didn't really even need to wear underwear with these lined shorts, which could be a cool-girl move, you supposed. You settled on a cute white sports bra to go with the shorts, not wanting to deal with a real bra and hoping it still appealed to Jungkook's casual, athletic style. You checked yourself in the mirror briefly before grabbing your bag, confirming you looked chill enough but still felt like your best color-coordinated self. Heading out, you shoved a tin of chrysanthemum green tea in your water bottle pocket. Why not?

You whizzed over to Jungkook's apartment, yelling along to "Sex With Me" by Rihanna from your throwback playlist to hype you up in the car. When you knocked on his door after a nerve-wrackingly long elevator ride, Jungkook welcomed you with a "C'mon in!" amidst a mouthful of shrimp chips.

"It's not really dinnertime yet," (yeah, no kidding, you thought) "I went ahead and worked out but it's still kind of early, so I figured we could just have a snack and do the homework first."

"Sounds good," you affirmed. "I'm not really that hungry," (read: there's no way I can eat chips AGAIN right now, I'm going to bloat so badly) "but I brought tea so I can go ahead and make that if you want some too!"

"Oh cool, thanks!" Jungkook accepted. "Are you sure you're not hungry though?"

You almost gave into his sweet pout, but managed to convince him, and soon you both sat at the table with laptops open and twin cups of tea. You had a blast working together for the first time, acting out your "conversation" for the discussion board and pretending to respond spontaneously to each other's points like you hadn't already excitedly rambled back and forth through them in real life. You hit "send" five minutes apart, your idea to not seem too suspicious, and kept raving over Rear Window in between. As the sun lowered outside his living room window, you moved on to making the ramen.

After three offers to help Jungkook, all of which he denied, you simply made another steep of the tea, leaving a mug on the counter for him. Standing at the bar counter sipping yours, you enjoyed all the tiny, cute noises he made while chopping green onions and sprinkling extra garlic in the seasoning, like an anime character who came with his own sound effects. You could tell he made these recipe additions every time, because bulk quantities of the same simple ingredients lined the counters of his cozy kitchen. When he beat two eggs and dropped them into the pot, though, he couldn't seem to find a lid, and eventually settled on trapping the steam with a plate. You both waited on the egg for a silent moment, your foot bouncing under the bar while Jungkook restlessly acquired a slight wiggle. As he took a sip of his tea, a strand of hair fell over his eyes, and he yeeted it out of his face. Your inner language nerd cringed, but there really was no more apt word to describe the action.

You offhandedly said you liked his hair long, and he replied with a smile, "Maybe I'll have to keep it then."

"Do you like it too?" you wondered.

"Honestly no, it's kind of inconvenient."

"Oh, then why would you keep it?" you immediately asked back.

"Well..." he dragged out. "You like it? Maybe I should keep it if it looks better this way."

Your eyes crinkled appreciatively at his thoughtfulness, but then you backtracked. "Wait, no, it's okay! If you don't like it, don't feel like you have to keep it just because of something I said. You can do whatever you want."

"Hm, yeah." A demure smile tugged up the corner of his mouth as he lifted the plate from the ramen pot.

You watched him drag a chopstick through the floating, now-cooked egg to tear it into ribbons, then divide the noodles between two generously-sized bowls. He carefully wiped down the drips of broth from each bowl before sprinkling in his fresh toppings, then walked with you to the table.

Serving you with a pleased smile and a slight nod, he announced, "Dinner!"

"Wow," you mused playfully. "So gourmet."

"I'm really particular about my ramen," he admitted. "I have it down to a perfect routine at this point."

You took your first slurp of his particular, perfect ramen. "Well, it's really good. I'm impressed. And thanks for making me dinner, you didn't have to do all that."

"Oh, come on, it's instant ramen," he laughed. "Nothing special. And you brought the tea, so thanks. And thanks for coming over. And doing the homework with me. And...yeah." Rambling again. Why did he seem so...nervous? You were nervous. He couldn't be nervous. What reason did he have to be? But the twitch of his mouth under his wide eyes, his slightly reddened ears, his hand skittering over his neck—fuck—to ruffle his hair...every action turned another page of his open book. It felt infuriatingly unfair that genetics had assigned someone so sweet and shy and unsure of himself to that fucking body.

While you both ate and talked, you kept catching glimpses of any small flashes of skin you could find, as his long sleeves fell to expose his forearms and the wide neckline of his boxy black shirt gaped around his collarbones. What was wrong with you? Even if this did eventually turn into a dick appointment, the boy still had literally all of his clothes on. You tried to refocus on finishing your noodles, while your brain screamed at itself in shame that you could get this turned on by the sight of someone covered from neck to ankle.

Jungkook ate surprisingly slowly, probably because he kept pausing to excitedly explain his favorite things about the Cowboy Bebop episode you were about to watch together. You smiled into your tea through every out-of-context fun fact and "wait, sorry, that might have been a spoiler!"

Finally, he reached the bottom of his bowl and insisted on both taking your dishes to the sink and leaving them for him to clean later. "You sure you want to start on episode 2? Not 1?"

"Yeah, I remember well enough and your summary helped a lot too!"

"Okay, if you're positive!" he double-checked, grabbing the remote.

Gingerly lowering yourselves to the couch in sync, you avoided looking at each other as you both tried to calculate a comfortable distance between you. His hand looked ready to either hold yours or lower to your thigh, but he retracted at the last second, smoothing it over his own leg anxiously and still clearly itching to make a move. You shuffled closer to him until your thighs barely touched, and he shifted to slink an arm around you, letting your head rest on his well-muscled shoulder. After pressing “play”, he began wiggling slightly again, subconsciously grooving to the old-newspaper-style intro. Spike Spiegel appeared on the screen, his broad shoulders squared into a slouch as he listlessly watched TV. Jungkook kicked one leg over another and stretched his arms out symmetrically to echo the pose. Raising an eyebrow, he waited until you acknowledged him with a faux grimace and a hand to your ear, imitating the old man in a lab who’d just called up Spike for a new mission. You both burst into laughter and settled back into your former arrangement, Jungkook holding you imperceptibly tighter. Though you tried to stay staring straight ahead, wanting to genuinely appreciate the anime, you kept catching his doe eyes in the corner of your sight as you both giggled and gasped your way through the episode.

After avoiding eye contact too many times, you finally tilted your head for a cute sideways view of his face. He leaned toward you too, shyly closing the gap to touch his warm lips to your nose, then lower. You responded immediately, rolling your body with his so your chests met as he pulled you up into a full, deeper kiss. The longer you explored each other's mouths, the more Jungkook punctuated your movements with whimpers. He seemed hesitant to let his hands roam away from your face and neck, but his high, breathy moans made it clear that he was just as into this as you. Your hands had naturally found his taut waist, and at some point you started to bring them back up to his face too—but as your short nails grazed his chest, a particularly sensual, voice-cracking moan interrupted you. You drew back in slight surprise, blinking your eyes open to scan from his face to his body.

He followed your gaze, both slowly settling on the massive tent in his pants. You froze. Your breath grew heavier, confronted with evidence of his physical attraction to you, if nothing else. After regaining his composure, he laid a useless hand over his lap in a delicate attempt to distract you and brought his other hand up to tap your face lightly.

"Is this okay?"

His eyes glittered with equal parts hunger and concern.

"Yes!" you nodded, too quickly, too eagerly. "Yes, this is totally okay. Sorry if I'm being weird, I just...it's been a while." You cringed internally at your own words, but couldn't seem to avoid putting your foot further in your mouth. "I haven't really, like, hooked up like this before—like, I've had sex, but never really outside of a relationship. But don't worry, I get this is more your thing, and I'm totally down if you are. I just don't really know what I'm doing, and you clearly do."

Jungkook blinked at your admission, then his face twisted into something curious, inscrutable. Would he decide you weren't worth the potential for drama? His lips flattened out to a tight line, then pursed to speak, and you looked down at your lap, hoping he wasn't as embarrassed of you as you now were of yourself.

"Well, I've never had sex sober."

Your eyes flashed back up to his. A complex half-smirk offset the furrow in his brow as he exhaled in nervous relief. "So, I don't actually know what I'm doing here either."

You tried to delay your response as you processed the implications. "You mean..." You tilted your head for better eye contact, hoping to convey empathy but not pity while you silently contemplated how to proceed. "Never?"

"Yeah, I've always shown up to parties and the hookups just...happened. Nothing I didn't want, nothing bad like that, but always spontaneous. So I guess we're kind of meeting in the middle, because I've never really had to plan ahead for a situation like this and, uh, figure out what I want. Beyond, yknow, wanting to get laid in the moment, of course." Jungkook laughed off the end of his explanation, but the smile never quite hit his eyes.

"Well, okay, let's pause right there." You sighed. Something in his words didn't sit right with you. "What do you want? I want you to be sure about this, of course, but more than that, even—what do you like?"

"I..." he chuckled, sheepish, shaking his hair over his face again. "What, you want me to just tell you? Like, what I'm into?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, trying to project more confidence than you felt in hopes of encouraging him to keep opening up. "I want you to be able to communicate, I want you to be comfortable. And I want to know what you like, so I can make it as good for you as possible."

With your hands still laid flat on his chest, you felt his heart rate jump a tiny bit, and took the liberty of digging your nails in just slightly deeper. His breath caught him, and then he caught himself. "I don't know, I just want what you want."

Jungkook struggled to appear nonchalant as you rolled your eyes with an "Oh, come on," challenging his avoidance. Every instinct was telling him yes. He could hear his mind screaming at him to be intentional for once and let you take him, if not farther, then deeper than ever before. But he still hesitated, because being intentional in this case required him to be real. He had always been a fairly private person, but something about you made him feel so comfortable so fast that it counterintuitively made him more nervous. Of course Jungkook knew you weren't all innocent at this point, but the risk remained that you wouldn't really be down for everything he secretly wanted to explore. Even worse, though he didn't truly think you would, you could easily turn around and spin anything he revealed into yet another graphic rumor. Especially since you had no skin in the game yourself. He glanced down at your fingers, tensed into his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't you tell me what you like first? And then I can tell you where we overlap," he grinned competitively. Your eyes widened as he tossed the challenge back your way. Not backing down, you flattened your hands and steeled yourself to settle the stakes.

"Fine—but only if you promise not to just go along with whatever I say. I'll let you know anything that's a hard no for me, but otherwise I want to hear at least one thing that's not on my list. I really do want what you want, that's how I am too, okay? So..." you paused to slide your fingertips over his collar and drag it down with a light scratch, now directly on his skin. You smiled with your eyes, enjoying the way he naturally responded with a hitch of his breath again. "Surely you can think of something specific."

He nodded quickly, before he could convince himself to back out. "Yeah. Promise."

"Okay," you confirmed, slightly nervous but determined to go through with this, for Jungkook's sake if anything. Seeing his body come alive with each new twist of the situation was building your curiosity, not to mention turning you on beyond belief. You could barely stand the warmth of his skin under your hands, so you drew them back to fold in your lap as you began. "So. Uh. To start. I've never really laid it all out like this either. I really like neck kisses? Like, a lot." Equally unused to this kind of directness, you wrung your hands together nervously, but sucked up the boldness to keep elaborating. "That's definitely, like, a big thing that turns me on...and then getting marked up and everything is really hot to me too. Like you can honestly go really rough with me on that, bite me even. I don't know if this is weird but even though it's annoying to cover up, I love taking off the makeup at the end of the day and seeing all the bruises on myself. Knowing I was walking around all day with that as my little secret." You swallowed shyly before continuing, but Jungkook interrupted the brief silence immediately with a hushed "Fuck."

You turned to face him fully and he didn't even move to meet your stare, eyeing the space above your sweatshirt's wide neckline like he was ready to devour you. Emboldened, your smile grew.

"So...yeah. I like being bitten, marked up. Mostly, uh," you rubbed a slightly trembling hand over your shoulder, "I'm just really into pain in general. Obviously not the bad 'I'm too dry and you're jackhammering me' kind of pain, or like, anal. Anal is a hard no. But things like biting, or hair pulling, or overstimulation. Or, like—I don't really know how to explain this, but...getting held too hard? That deep pain like when you get a massage when you're sore and it hurts but it's good, yknow?"

Jungkook looked like he was about to vibrate out of his skin, breathing shallow and rapid. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, just in time for you to whisper in conclusion:

"I love that feeling."

You suddenly looked away, reticent. A thick silence swelled between you, until he composed himself enough to punctuate it. "Okay. Yeah. Pain. So like, BDSM?"

"I mean, kind of? Sure? I don't have much experience with that and I don't really need the whole power dynamic aspect; I just like the, uh, physical pain. I wouldn't be opposed to trying further, but one thing I do know is I really don't like being degraded. And I'm not into the whole daddy kink thing either. I'm just not gonna call you that, sorry," you laughed, and fortunately he giggled too. "But I know that's not, like, necessary to the rest of BDSM, and the part about giving up control is still...interesting, for sure."

"Wait," Jungkook cocked his head, making a mental note of your last sentence before he went back to the previous one. "What do you mean, being degraded?"

You half-chuckled, half-cringed, never having needed to explain something like this, especially to a guy you hopefully were about to fuck. Cheers to better communication, you supposed.

"You know, how some people when they do dirty talk are like 'yeah, you little slut, you're such a whore.' I don't like being called any of that. Like it's fine that other people like it, there's nothing wrong with that, it's just really uncomfortable for me."

His brows knit together as you explained, and he shook his head so fast it almost looked cartoonish, like a little kid refusing vegetables. "Yeah, no. Don't worry, not really my thing either."

You sighed in relief. "That's nice. I feel like it's, like, weirdly common with guys. Maybe just the kind of thing people learn from porn."

"But you still like it rough, huh? Did you learn that...from porn?" he half-joked, trying to overcome both his shyness and his gritted-teeth arousal.

"No, I don’t like porn. Most of it’s really unethical. I learned from experience," you sassed back. "I don't have a whole lot, but enough to know what I like."

"Well. Hm." He worked his tongue over his teeth, poking one cheek out over his tensed jaw. You couldn't get enough of watching him grow fascinated by your every revelation, and you were preparing to keep pressing further when he beat you to it, posing a question. "Is there anything you haven't tried before, but really want to?"

Your face heated up instantly, tasting your own medicine. You looked back to your hands, breaking his intense eye contact to give yourself the courage to be even more uncomfortably honest. "I...I...um." Your first attempt at disclosing your fantasy came out as a squeak. Swallowing, you set your shoulders and tried again, selfishly reminding yourself Jungkook seemed so eager to please that this was 99% likely to get you exactly what you wanted. "I've always been, uh, really into the idea of, um, getting spanked. I've been, uh, too nervous to ever bring it up, before now obviously, but it's definitely one of the biggest kinks I've always wanted to try. Maybe being tied up too, I think I'd like it if I tried but I haven't thought about that as much. But, yeah...spanking, definitely."

"Fuuuuuuuuck."

A lengthened version of Jungkook's earlier under-breath exclamation made you peer up at him. Your thighs already pressed together from the tension of admitting something totally new, you found yourself needing even more friction just from the sight of Jungkook with his head thrown back on the couch, a veiny hand threaded in his hair to pull the long waves back from his forehead. The full reveal of his sharp eyebrows brought a whole new level of intensity to Jungkook's already beautifully carved features. He glanced over at you, then squeezed his eyes shut with a terse exhale. You couldn't place why, but you felt a deep attraction to the way he expertly restrained himself from acting on the lust written over his face—not under your control, but his own.

"Oh, fuck. What the fuck. How the fuck would you fucking know," he swore more in a single burst than he cumulatively had ever in your presence.

"What?" you toyed, heart rate still high but relaxed enough to enjoy agitating him. "Something ring a bell?"

Jungkook shuddered out a long breath, hand ruffling his hair as his other forearm still tried desperately to subdue his boner.

"Everything," he hissed, more willing to elaborate now that you had done the same, and especially now that he could tell you really did enjoy him being more assertive. "Shit. I...I want...I know you said not to just say this but I really do want everything you want. I can't wait to mark you up. I can't wait to hold you down and bruise your neck. I want it all, I want to make you hurt so good. And then—" Breathless. He looked almost embarrassed. "Then you had to go and somehow guess basically my biggest fucking kink, I can't fucking believe you." Both hands had come up to seize his long locks as he held himself back physically, while finally letting his guard down mentally to declare everything he intended to do to you. Letting out a short laugh, he finally met your eyes. "I wanna spank your ass bright red. Fuck. This is crazy. You're perfect."

Your core throbbed at every bold word. Leaning in close to him, you let your lips approach Jungkook's beautifully sculpted jawline as he panted, his chin tossed up to fully expose his neck. You stopped just short of his skin, in awe of how much you'd been able to work him up and still so tempted to take it to the next level. "Fuck," you echoed. "This is so hot," you murmured almost to yourself. Your eyes closing along with his, you dealt the final blow. "I love that we have so much in common. But come on, you promised. One thing that's not on my list."

Jungkook whined. You could tell he needed to touch you so badly, and no one was stopping him but himself. He had no way of knowing that if he cut the whole discussion and just took you, you wouldn't even try to resist at this point. Staring at his trembling mouth from below, you quickly averted your eyes when he opened his, pretending you hadn't been looking. He inhaled a short hiss, and then spoke.

"Okay..." He paused after just the first word, blowing air through the tiny "o" of his mouth as his eyes bugged slightly from nervousness. He couldn't resist a challenge, though, and his urge to please you overwhelmed his reluctance to peel back one more layer. "So, the pain thing. I think we, uh, feel the same about me giving and you receiving. But...I'm really into it for myself too. I don't know if you'd be comfortable with it, I know you maybe want me to be more dominant and I think I like that more too in general, but you can be as rough with me as you want back. I'd love that." Eyes still open but fluttering, Jungkook's tone grew breathier, heady as he confessed. You almost giggled at how bashfully he worded his desire to dominate you, to rough each other up, but the contrast was so hot you couldn't help sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, eager for him to continue. His voice lowered. "I love being scratched, marked, bitten...hit me, push me back, any kind of pain or any way you can hurt me, I want it." He shivered, but his voice firmed up even further. "I want it so bad."

You fought to stay motionless beside him, unable to even process how much more his honesty had turned you on. You felt helpless in your desire for him, your craving to give him everything he wanted and more. He noticed your charged stillness and shifted toward you, removing a hand from his hair to finally reach for your face. Threading his fingers through your hair instinctively like he had with his own, he tilted your head back to access your neck. Jungkook finally felt confident enough to tease you back as he skimmed his lips over your pulse point, tugging your skin between his teeth for a gentle first taste and grinning when you moaned. Seeing someone so satisfied, for reasons better than just his body or their pride, brought the most incredible rush of blood to his head. And his other head.

"And I get why you want it too," he finished with a whisper in your ear. "So trust me when I say I really, really want to give it to you."

In an instant, your hands yanked his hair down to bring his face up to yours, mouths crashing together. Feverish, restless, you kissed him, hastily attempting to straddle his thick thighs before he threw his body over yours and pinned you to the back of the couch. His hands wandered, intrepid, from your waist to a quick squeeze of your breasts before he spiraled you into his strong arms. Pressing your chest flush with his as your mouths meshed, he ground his hips into you shamelessly, enjoying the way you struggled beneath him to align your core with his rock-hard dick.

"Your room?" You rushed out the words.

Jungkook laughed a little, his tone half whine and half dare. "So we're done talking?"

"Come on," you pleaded back. He finally relented, pulling you up with him and dragging you across the living room and through his door, lips not leaving yours for a second. You backed him into the bed with your arms against his strong chest, and once he was sitting perched on the edge, you laid yourself horizontally over his thighs.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, curling a hand over the dip of your waist to hold you gently.

You angled your head back to make unsteady eye contact with him, flipping your shorts down boldly. His free hand automatically reached to slowly conform to the shape of your ass, so eager to touch you but tentative as he grazed your curves.

"Giving you exactly what you want."

"Fuck. Really? You're sure about this?" Jungkook held careful eye contact as you brought your arms back up, crossing your wrists over your head delicately. You nodded slightly and did your best to meet his gaze with confident invitation, convincing him how much you trusted and wanted him.

He smoothed his warm hand over your ass one more time, then brought it up and watched your thighs tighten at the loss of his touch. Breathing in, still a little shakily, he brought his hand down on your right cheek with a loud but mild smack. A grunt of satisfaction involuntarily left him when he saw your face flinch down into the sheets, subduing a small noise of surprise. He returned his hand to caress the light redness he'd left, checking in with you again. "Is this okay? Let me know if I should stop."

You replied with your face still tucked between your arms, muffled by the bed. "More than okay. Please don't stop."

He spanked you again, moving to your left cheek. This time you felt his dick twitch under you and couldn't help grinding down on him a little bit. "Is that as hard as you can go?" you taunted in low tones, brave enough to egg him on but not quite enough to meet his eyes again.

Jungkook's thighs and core tensed under you, and he squeezed his fingertips tighter, digging into the skin of your ass. "Not at all," he said simply.

Deep breath. A few seconds passed, and his hand came down, harshly. You cried out in shock, the timing unexpected and the sting far sharper, and he gave your other cheek a fourth hard smack before you could even process the third one. "Harder?" he tested. "Tell me."

Another spank. "Mmmf."

"You like this, huh?"

"Yes, I told you," you whimpered back, half-teasing even though you were in no position to do so. Immediately, he cut you off with a stinging hit across both cheeks, and you moaned.

"You really do," he breathed lowly. "Fuck yeah. Take it then."

He spanked you again, and again, then paused, tugging down your shorts all the way to your ankles to expose the crease right above your thighs. Rubbing your already sore bottom, Jungkook cupped the underside of its curve in his big, firm hand. Already anticipating your whine, he drew back his touch and hummed in harmony with you. He continued landing satisfyingly hard smacks, alternating to cover your ass evenly. His dick strained through his pants more and more each time you trembled under his touch. Never hitting you hard enough to do serious damage, he still clearly enjoyed his thorough reddening of your ass, and occasionally took a moment just to caress your skin as it warmed from the spanking. The pain lit your senses up from head to toe. Face burning with deep arousal, you mentally thanked yourself for going out of your comfort zone and unprecedentedly admitting your kinks before even venturing into your first time together. Amidst the thrilling sting of his hand meeting your soft curves, Jungkook eventually noticed your thighs clenching together, craving friction but not really wanting relief from the pleasurable burn.

"You're wet," he marveled, sliding two warm fingers up and down your slit.

"Mhm," you mumbled back as you tilted your hips into his hand. He gave you a light slap right on the folds between your legs, eliciting another soft moan.

"So good for me," Jungkook said softly, pulling you up into his lap by your waist. "You look so pretty like this. I wanna see all of you." He tugged your sweatshirt over your head, followed by your sports bra, thankful that it stretched over your head easily. Suddenly grinning, he wound up and shot it across the room like a rubber band, and you smacked his arm, giggling.

"What was that? You cheeseball," you teased, and he blinked, chuckling lightly back. It occurred to him that he'd never laughed, or made someone laugh, during sex before.

"It was so stretchy! Don't make fun of me," he blushed.

"You're so cute," you said, fingers sliding under his t-shirt hem.

"Cute?" His eyebrows rose in mock disbelief, and he reached around to land another hit to your still-red asscheek.

"Hot," you amended. Raising his shirt and finally getting a full glimpse of his enviable abs, you groaned. "You're extremely hot, and also really cute, and it's kind of ridiculous and I don't really know how to handle all of it at once."

His face scrunching up into a smile at the praise, he fell back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. "You are too, you know. Really cute, of course. But really hot too." As you discarded his shirt and moved on to easing his sweatpants down his hips, you held in a gasp as his erection sprung up from the waistband. He was big, thick, and painfully hard, his tip glistening warm with precum and a lone vein running prominently up his smooth shaft. Although you wouldn't be corroborating them, you had to admit to yourself that all the rumors were true. You instinctively curled a hand around it, barely covering half his length, and he winced at your slightest touch. Pulling off with a single slow stroke, you slid his sweatpants and briefs all the way to the floor and then stood, looking up from his legs to his blown-out eyes to take in the glorious sight of his fully naked body.

"You shave," you said, surprised by the clean skin under his arms and between his legs.

"Yeah," he demurred, self-conscious for some reason. He lowered his arms to fold them over his torso, somehow defining his biceps even more. "I'm on the dance team, and it's nice to feel all smooth for practice and stuff. I don't know, I just like it."

"Oh, that's cool! No worries, I like it too. And you don't mind that..." You looked down at yourself, still just standing naked in front of him. "...I don't? Like, down there at least."

"No, you do you!" he said quickly. With a shy smile, he admitted, "I actually kind of like it on you. I do this for me, anyway, not for anyone else," he playfully noted. Slowly, he was sitting up to take hold of your waist and lower you down to the bed with him. Pausing to kiss the sweet spot under your jaw, he continued. "So don't feel like you have to do anything, or not do anything, either."

Jungkook couldn't quite explain the nature of how his attraction to you had developed. Seeing how open and honest you were with him made it easy for him to be honest with you too, and just to feel comfortable being himself. He admired the way he could still tell you sometimes got nervous like him, but it didn’t stop you from getting real or going bolder. Unable to fully express it in words, he just hoped to ensure you felt as comfortable and respected around him as he did around you. He already knew that he wanted this to be more than just a one-time thing, and while he still hesitated to assume that you felt the same, he intended to leave no doubt by the end of the night.

You moaned as he nipped at the skin of your neck. It was so easy to get swept back up in Jungkook. You could barely handle the friction of his dick rutting against your wet folds from below, craving him inside you. "Ughhh. Wait, one more thing. I'm on the pill, are you clean?"

"Yes," he gasped, barely removing his mouth from your jaw. "Are you?"

"Yeah, so we don't need a condom. If that's cool with you!"

"Yeah! But, you're ready?" He seemed surprised.

"Aren't you?" you whined, beyond holding back. He felt so unbearably hard that his coherence and willpower kind of surprised you too. "Please, I want you so bad."

To your surprise, he lowered his head to the crest of your legs, dotting wet kisses down your torso. Keeping his big brown eyes on you, he teased your entrance with a finger and echoed your immediate groan at the welcome stretch.

"You really are ready," he remarked, awed at the ease with which your wetness sucked the digit in. Frankly, you were in awe as well. It had taken your ex-boyfriend months to figure out how to get you this worked up. Jungkook either had even more experience than you'd heard from the grapevine, or he was a natural. Or maybe you were just really, ridiculously, primally attracted to him. He went on to curve his finger in you and lick a messy swipe up your folds, sucking hard once he reached your sensitive clit. You cried out at the delicious burst of stimulation and he rose up to catch your lips with his.

"I had to do that, just once," he grinned breathlessly. "But—"

"Let me suck you off," you interjected, unbelievably fucking turned on and dying to please him.

"No," he gasped with far more fervency than you'd think anyone could refuse a blowjob. "Please, I was about to say—" he choked out a high-pitched moan as you ran a single finger up his shaft in anticipation, sinking the nails of your other hand into his thigh. "—I think I'm gonna explode if I don't get inside you right this second."

So he did have a breaking point. "Fuck," you muttered, bringing your legs around his to tuck your heels under his tight ass as he lined up. He eased his tip in, keeping heavy eyes on you the whole time, and you could feel the hot, thick tension in his thighs as he struggled to hold himself back from just thrusting into your heat. Slowly, he drew closer into you until he bottomed out with a low moan. You whined at the perfect slight pain of the stretch, and Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, gripping you by your waist. Watching the veins in his forearms stand out as he drove almost all the way out and back into you, you rocked your hips carefully against his with each smooth stroke, getting used to his fullness. When his balls met your ass again, he shuddered a bit and opened his eyes into yours.

You answered his question before he could even ask it. "Jungkook—you feel so good. You can go faster, it's okay."

A smile hit his eyes before his mouth, and he kissed you once, pressing his chest to yours and intertwining your tongues eagerly. You bit his bottom lip as he slowly drew away, tugging it between your teeth to pull a sweet little whimper from his throat. Grinning, he leaned back in to touch his forehead to yours and simultaneously slid a subtle hand under your ass to curve your hips up with his. The slight leftover sensitivity of your skin amplified his light touch, and Jungkook seemed to realize this, curling his fingers to tease you with the tips of his nails. Instinctively, you ducked to bite his neck, not even registering your move to pass the pain back to him until he choked out a beautifully half-restrained moan and snapped his hips into yours. Gasping, you encouraged him to lose himself in you, dragging your lips up to latch around his earlobe. He hissed and thrust into you sharply again, meeting the time of your movements as you swirled your tongue between each of his hoop earrings. Soon he was pounding you rhythmically, finally letting you feel the full force of his strength but keeping remarkable control over both his body and yours. Both of you had gone silent except for your heavy breaths, lost in the moment, but the flexed shivers of his thighs and twitches of his fingers in your hair told you all you needed to know. Suddenly yanking your strands to pull you back from the additional bruise you'd sucked beneath his ear, he earned a new set of scratches on his back as your hands dragged down the muscular expanse in reply. Jungkook switched places with you to draw dark clouds from your skin, a storm brewing under your jaw. Your face fell into pure bliss, eyes shut and immersed in the barrage of sensation from his hands, mouth, and big dick filling you. Already feeling the familiar tension that preceded an orgasm building through your whole body, you chased him closer to his climax too, grinding back roughly into every thrust and raking your hands over every part of his firm body you could reach.

You had really been fooling yourself when you thought you could try something casual for once. You wanted more of Jungkook, all of Jungkook, nothing but Jungkook ever again. Knowing he'd never even gone back to the same hookup twice sank slight anxiety into your stomach, a kind of future nostalgia for this moment you already feared losing. You knew you weren't anything special compared to the catalogue of gorgeous girls he'd had his turn with, but a deviant voice whispered from the back of your mind that you could be, because it was clear none had bothered to learn him like this. You'd still try your desperate best not to want too much from him, but you resolved to do whatever you could to make him crave more.

Rolling your hips in a smooth circle against him, you clenched around his dick and your hands tightened their fierce hold on his tiny waist. You felt his abs tense within your grasp as he tried not to stutter into you.

"Fuck. No." His voice cracked, but held an undertone of ferocity. "You come first." Jungkook rushed a hand to your clit, adding pressure in small, deft motions with a fingertip as he kept fucking you deep. You sank your teeth into his shoulder in response, drawing your hands up his back to clutch him closer to you, and Jungkook cried out. You left your mouth on his golden skin to stifle your moans as he sped up his fingers, and he tried to let you stay there but eventually couldn't help pulling you off him to see your face. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows turning up sharp at the ends, he watched you like a hawk to track the exact moment when he pushed you over the edge. Your face crumpled and you felt your whole body burn under his gaze as you came, squeezing around him in waves of pleasure while he fucked you through your high, unrelenting. Drinking up the bliss obvious on your features, Jungkook's eyes never left yours and his expression grew more and more fucked out. You marveled at how even as you lost control and energy to fuck him back, your body freezing in orgasm seemed to turn him on further. One last pulse of the tension leaving your core made his dick throb inside you, and you impulsively broke your eye contact to lean in and bite down slow but hard on his neck again. He gasped.

"You're amazing." Murmuring into his skin, you kissed the bite marks gently. Jungkook whimpered at the sweet contradiction and lurched into your hips even harder. You recovered to move with him, squeezing him deeper into you every time he bottomed out, and as his breathless moans escalated in pitch, his whole body shivered with each stroke. Pressing wet, heavy kisses all over his neck, you felt his jaw flutter while his lips hung open. His considerable strength spent, Jungkook shuddered one last hard thrust into you and finally let go, coating your walls from within. His hips lightly rocked against yours as he stayed deep inside you, still hard and savoring the euphoric release he'd held back for so long. You felt so incredibly warm and comfortable around his sensitive dick, relaxed but still holding him tight, and he couldn't help holding you up for a languid kiss before pulling out of you smoothly.

He briefly looked into your eyes, and you saw stars. The sun had continued to set outside, and it peeked between the blinds of his window to wrap you both in a warm, slivered glow. Staring down at his hands on your body, Jungkook took a deep breath and collapsed to your side, holding you close. You settled into him, cupping a hand over his head on your chest. With your fingers laced through his sweaty hair, you stroked his temple with your thumb, worrying for a second whether the gesture seemed too intimate but forgetting your fear when he snuggled up into your touch. You felt the need to say something, to figure out what the fuck was next after this, but stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the comforting weight of his frame. Heartbeat still racing, Jungkook stretched out to breathe a long sigh. As he sank back into you, you stretched under him too, letting his solid, warm body drape over you like a blanket. This couldn't be farther from what you'd expected with him, but you weren't about to make it stop. Surely, eventually, he would.

A minute passed. And then five. And then, before either of you could talk yourselves out of it, you were asleep, intertwined.

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-Thursday in the gym with the hero A class-

“Alright class we can stay were we are” announced Aizawa to stop the students from heading out the gym “for strategy class, I arranged a special guest that has gained some popularity recently to instruct.”

“OMG you got Best Jeanist to teach us today?” gushed Midoriya “his new look has made headlines and I-”

“IT’S NOT BEST JEANIST!” Aizawa interrupted Midoriya’s fan boying “that bastard is too busy posing in his ugly ass jorts with the ugly ass boots...but they have a firm grasp at what you guys are lacking in class.”

I teleport in “sorpresa putas and putos!” I do a little spin to show my pink gym clothes “y’all ready to have some fun?”

“Not now Palma-san” Kaminari shushed me “we’re waiting on the mystery instructor.”

“Miss Palma IS your special instructor for today” Aizawa motioned to me before crawling into his sleeping bag “listen to her and she has full authority to give punishment as they see fit.”

“Thank you sensei” I turn to the class “coolio, now have yall ever played dodgeball before?”

“What’s dodgeball?” Uraraka asked curiously “sounds like an American only thing.”

Everyone nodded and muttered “Well it’s a fun, gym class game of wits and strategy” I explained as I take out a red dodgeball from my drawstring bag “usually we play in mass teams and have it battle royal style, I am the master of dodgeball” I bounce the ball on the floor “nobody has been able to get me, hence why I’m so good at strategy.”

“How do we play?” asked Kirishima “sounds like fun! American gym class sounds more like games than exercise.”

“Usually there’s two teams and a bunch of these bouncy rubber balls. The main objective is to throw the balls to take out the opposing team while the other team is doing the same thing. If you get hit with the ball anywhere on your body, you’re out. If you catch the ball, you’re still safe and if you punch or slap the ball away, you’re also safe.”

“But we only have one ball” Mina observed “how are we going to play?”

“Ah, that’s where I introduce the game with more strategy and less battle royal” I giggled “We’re going to play strategy ball, Me vs all of you, all rules apply except I want everyone to form a circle around me with arm length spaces between you and the next person.” They form the circle “great! now, what I’m going to do is try to get you guys out by throwing the ball at you. You have to dodge, catch or slap away the ball by ANY means necessary. If you catch the ball, you have the chance to get me out BUT if I dodge and it hits one of your teammates, they’re out.”

“Got it!” everyone yelled in unison.

“Enough talk!” I do my smile and spin “lets do a no-quirks round this time, get in your positions! Lets play some dodgeball baybee!” I hollered as I chucked the ball straight at Mineta’s face “you’re out baby carrot dick.”

“Wah! I wasn’t ready!” cried out Mineta.

“Aw too bad” I fast-balled the ball at Shoji’s stomach “think fast wannabes!” I catch the ball and throw it at Kaminari’s chest “remember, by any means necessary.” I get another 5 out “close up the gaps!” they obey and the ones that remained were trying too hard to catch the ball for the chance to get me out.

“How are we supposed to make a decent strategy if we don’t have quirks to use and you’re pattern is erratic?!” stressfully yelped Tokoyami.

“It’s simple, watch” I made eye contact with Bakugo “here, I want you to try to get me out” I rolled the ball to him.

He picked it up and threw it at me with full force “DIE!”

I do a death drop and it hit Mina instead “Okay, now do it again.” Same thing but this time I caught the ball and threw it back “Again.” Same thing but I punch the ball and it went full force right in his face. “You see? Bakugo was starting to get predictable so I switched up the way I avoided his attacks and in turn, he thought I was all figured out on that last one that he let his guard down, allowing me to pull a deflect and got him out.”

“OH! I get it now!” Mina gasped from the sidelines with the other out people “you’ve put yourself in a very vulnerable position with no chance for escape and you used it against us because you figured out OUR pattern.”

“That’s one part of my multi-layered strategy” I say as I throw the ball at Sero’s knee “I made this very easy for you guys, you’re all on the same team and have only one limitation on this round” the circle closes in on the gaps “think yall, what could you do to take me down?” I get Jiro out.

“GUYS! WE CAN COMMUNICATE AND WORK TOGETHER TO GET HER OUT!” Midoriya blurted before I pelted him with the ball.

“He got one thing” the ball rolls to my feet “Now, can you 3 take me down with that being said?” The three remaining were Todoroki, Iida and Asui. I threw the ball at Todoroki, he caught it but I dodged his attack and it got Asui instead. Lida dodged my throw and it pelted Todoroki in the blind spot “It’s just you and me Tenya” I circled him like a lion at their prey “let’s dance.”

“You aren’t kidding when you said you’re the master of dodgeball” he struggled to say as he was nearly out of breath “I can’t imagine with both sides throwing balls and dodging.”

“Thanks, it was the only thing I was good at in gym class” I threw the ball as I said that and he slapped it back, time for plan B “Oh si? feeling bold today Tenya?” I discreetly loosen my shoe for the switcharoo “CATCH THIS!” I do a spin move to grab my shoe and throw it, he catches the shoe and looks at it in confusion before I pelted him in the face with the ball.

“Ah! Palma-san that was dirty of you!” Jiro scolded me.

“But I was within the rules and I won” I crossed my arms and puffed my chest “another victory for me” I picked up the ball “but you get the point of this strategy game? You have to think fast and think about all the possibilities, whether they’re logical or not.”

Shoji raised his hand “Can you give us an example? I don’t understand the full thinking process.”

“Hmm... OKAY I GOT ONE! sit down everyone” I instructed as I came up with my example “lets say you’re making a creme brûlée, you look in your kitchen and you have all the ingredients to make one but when you need to caramelize the sugar on top, you realize that you don’t have a kitchen torch!” I do my best to make it entertaining to listen “you look around your house and all you can find is a lighter, matches and a flamethrower” I pause and look at the class “can anyone give me the possible outcomes?”

Bakugo blurts “tch use the flamethrower, duh.”

Momo speaks up “with my luck, I’d burn the creme brûlée with the flamethrower.”

“Is that everyone’s answer?” I ask the class and they nod in response. “You guys aren’t taking into consideration everything you could do in your power!” I point to Todoroki “Shoto, you have a fire quirk, you don’t need tools to finish your creme brûlée! You are the solution!” I point to Sato “since you bake so much, did you forget that all stoves have broilers?! Stick that ramekin under low for 3 mins and you got some dessert!” I point to Momo “and you Miss Creation quirk, you can make a kitchen torch with the right information!” I retracted my arm “technically you can also use the lighter but it’ll take longer and you might burn your fingers a bit plus it might not turn out as good.” The room was filled with wide eyes of understanding “not to mention you can also ask your neighbor if they have one, go and buy one or do nothing.”

“I get it now!” Aoyama dramatically posed “we should consider everything and go down the list whether it’s a good idea or not.”

“You got the main gist of it!” I give a thumbs up “but there’s more to it.”

“THERE’S MORE?!” yelled the class.

“Yes, now, remember when I threw my shoe at Tenya earlier?” the class nods “that’s what we call wildcard strategy, when you do things completely left field and unexpectedly” I puff out my chest “if you noticed, I do wildcard strategy all the time, it compliments my quirks nicely and the added shock factor makes all my opponents tremble in fear when I approach in battle.” I point to Tokoyami “ask me the creme brûlée example.”

“You’re making a creme brûlée, you look in your kitchen and you have all the ingredients to make one but when you need to caramelize the sugar on top, you realize that you don’t have a kitchen torch. You look around your house and all you can find is a lighter, matches and a flamethrower, what do you do?” Tokoyami recited to me.

“I would steam the ramekin and make egg pudding, chill it to make custard or make a quick caramel to make it into a flan” I listed out “since I don’t have the right tools nor have the power to make creme brûlée, I will make do with what I can do and end up with a equally as good or better outcome.”

“Too much thinking goes into all this” Mina grabs her head “now that freaking creme brulee sounds good.”

I look at the time, it’s nearly time to end class “That’s all I’m going to bombard y’all with until next time” I motion everyone to stand up “I understand that a lot of you might not get the written process or the terms SO I’ll be offering my tutoring services to y’all, just send me a text and I’ll come over and help.” I double clap “class dismissed!”

Everyone starts walking to the locker rooms and start talking. “Hey did you guys see that Palma-san looks more slender?” Kaminari spoke once they got to the safety of the locker room “I was tempted to compliment her on it until she became the surprise guest.”

“Now that you mention it” Tokoyami rubs his chin “it does look like she’s lost a noticable amount of weight, I wonder what changed?”

“I just want to know how she got pink UA gym clothes!” Aoyama huffed.

“She’s been working incredibly hard” Iida spoke up as he took off his shoes “that’s how she lead her team to victory at survival camp.”

“Psh, I’m pretty sure she trained to tame wild animals by taming Monoma” Bakugo slyly mentioned “I saw him kissing her up after his training session with her, on his knees and calling her ‘darling’ shit.”

“I thought the rumors of her and Monoma being an item were just the business students trying to be cool” Kirishima said mid undressing “they’re claiming they saw her and Monoma getting down and dirty and talk that he goes to her dorm to fool around.”

“What a terrible rumor about our sweet classmate!” Iida is fuming “Ita isn’t some harlot that’s sleeping around with-”

“How do you know? She was kissing around before” Todoroki bluntly spoke “what makes you say she didn’t just take the extra step with Monoma?”

“He’s just jealous that somebody is kissing up on his lady” Sero elbowed Iida “but seriously dude, if it bothers you so much, tell her how you feel.”

The boys finish getting dressed and they step out toward the main building to get their bags. They see Palma-san skating on roller skates in their pink gym clothes.

“Oh Tenya!” she spots the boys and skates toward them “Tenya, Tenya, Tenya~”

“Yes Ita?!” he opens his arms for her to safely crash land in.

“Oof, thanks” she made a soft impact and looked up at his face “what are you doing this Saturday?”

“Studying for midterms”

“Aw, does that mean you can’t come to the intel party?” I pouted “you haven’t spent any time with me and I miss hanging out with you.”

“I’ll go!” spoke up Kaminari.

“I wasn’t talking to you Kaminari” I squinted at him “I was talking to the cool kid here.”

“In that case, then I’ll go” he said as he embraced her “I’ve also missed spending time with you, the usual time?”

“Yup, its going to be in our back patio area” he put her down from the hug “I’ll see you then! Bye yall!” She skated off toward the front of the school.

“Get a room next time!” teased Kirishima “those were some very baby-talkish words she spoke.”

“She always talks to me like that” Iida rubs where her face hit his chest “she knows I get annoyed by it so she pesters me with it.”

-Fast forward, night of the party-

“Oh you’re here early” Jin said as he was lounging in an inflatable chair to Iida “Ita had to shower and change on the quicks, just chill here, it won’t be long.”

“I thought I might be early” Iida said as he sat on the inflatable couch “so whats the occasion?”

“We didn’t celebrate last week when we came back from camp” Jin took a sip of his beer “so we postponed it to this weekend.”

A few more people showed up and Iida spoke up “Hey, you’re Ita’s best friend right?”

Jin stops mid-sip “We aren’t best friends, we’re family” Jin reminisces “she’s like the mother figure I’ve always hoped for.”

“I see” Iida changes his statement “so what makes you want to stay be her side?”

Jin sighs “I’ve been forgotten and neglected almost my entire life” he turns to Iida “it’s sad, parents were wanted criminals and when I portaled myself by accident, nobody came for me and my bio-uncle wanted nothing to do with me. I was put through the system were I was destined to just die alone” his tone shifted from bitter to neutral “so when I got in UA, I though it was going to be all the same, no friends and nobody would want to work with me because of how eccentric I am. Then I met Ita, she walked in with a boys uniform and general embarrassment on her face. Then Mimi walked in with her tough presence and I thought to myself ‘I’m not alone, these two are going to be my only thing close to a friend by the international student proxy’ but then I was proven wrong.” He turned to burp and turned back to continue “when we had disaster training, I got buried in rubble and Ita was the only one that noticed...”

Flashback to the event

“Jin?! Jin?!” Ita’s voice broke through the rubble “speak to me!”

“I hear you! But I can’t move” he tries to wiggle his body “I think I broke my arms.” he grunts “you have to keep moving! There’s not that much time and the finish line is 50 meters GO!”

“I’m requesting emergency assistance” she yells as she turns on her walkie “This is Palma, mayday! Matsui is injured and under rubble, requesting emergency personel. Over.”

“Copy that Palma, requested personnel is un-dispatchable at this time. Over.”

“It’s okay Ita, just go” he spoke with pain in his voice “don’t wait up! Your score is going to suffer if you stay.”

“NO!” she yelled and it pierced through his soul “I AM NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND!” the sound of shifting rubble broke through “not if I can help it!”

“TWO MINUTE WARNING AGENTS” bellowed the automated voice.

“Fuck” Ita muttered softly as she kept on trying to dig Jin out of the rubble.

“Oleshin to Palma and Matsui, where are you two? Over.”

“This is Palma, Matsui is trapped under rubble and I’m digging him out, he’s injured. Over”

“Hold tight you two! I’m coming. Over.”

We hear the sound of pounding running steps coming toward us and Mimi appears “Oh no! Jin are you breathing okay?” asked Mimi.

“Yea but I think my arms are broken” Jin cried out “get Ita to the finish line! I’m going to get dug out later its-”

“We’re not going anywhere without you Jin” she starts digging with Ita “I don’t care if I get in trouble or get a bad grade for this, you’re hurt and I’m not going to leave you behind like this” the warning siren wails in the distance “you’re my friend, Ita is my friend, you’re all that I have!”

“I’d lay my life on the line for both of you” Ita said as they dug faster “we international students have to stick together!”

The end siren rang and they kept digging me out. When sensei noticed we weren’t in the line up, he saw that we were in the situation and got the proper attention to us immediately. I broke my arms and the other two messed up their fingers pretty badly and had to get bandaged up too.

“I can’t believe you two did that” he said as they walked out of the nurse’s office “thank you though, nobody has ever come back for me.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Ita puts her hand on his shoulder “as long as I’m around, you’ll always be included.”

Mimi puts her hand on his other shoulder “Yup! I’ll always come to your aid.”

“You two are the nicest people that I’ve ever met” tears fall from his face “God does exist, he sent me two of the kindest and bravest angels to be my friends.”

Flashback to current situation

“...and ever since then, I’ve stuck by their side” he wiped a tear away “they brought my faith in humanity back into my heart, now I dedicate my life to care and protect them like they do with me.”

“Babyboy, you tellin him about that time we dug you out?” Mimi walked up to the two boys and handed them drinks “you always get teary eyed when you do.”

“And what about you?” Iida turns to Mimi as she sat on a lounge chair next to them “what made you stick by Ita’s side? What makes her your best friend?”

“Best friend? Boy, she’s my family!” she heartily laughed “My parents died when I was young and grew up in the system. I was unwanted because of my muscle build and I wasn’t feminine enough for someone to adopt me” she took a sip of her beer “it was a sad and miserable life in Russia, so when UA accepted me, I took a plane to Japan and filed under student visa since technically I’m half Japanese and my mom’s side of family is still alive.” she rubbed her neck “unfortunately they don’t believe I’m their family and I learned my mother was disowned at 16 years old due to the fact that she was against the family business and homophobia. Needless to say, I wasn’t wanted either.” she laughed nervously “the whole time I felt out of place, like I wasn’t a real person but some freak that broke out of their cell. I met Ita and Jin and saw that they were also international, it made me so happy that I wasn’t alone on this” she leaned back and her expression changed “but I still struggled internally, I didn’t feel like a girl but I really wanted to be like one. I liked boys but I also liked girls and others with mutations, in Russia, I’d be killed for having those thoughts. So that fear made me keep quiet about my feelings. But what got me out of my shell and more comfortable in my skin was Ita, we’d go shopping, she taught me how to do makeup and other girly things” she gave a soft smile “she made me feel like I was my own woman and that my feelings were valid. Everything she’s done for me was everything I wanted to do with my mother as I grew up. Same thing with Jin, they feel like my parents that I’ve always known and loved” she held Jin’s hand “and I’m never letting go.”

“Wow, you three really have that deep connection” Iida took a sip of his drink “it’s making me question if I’m friends with her or am I just a pawn in her plans.”

“Nah dude, you think too much” Jin scoffed “you’re her friend. If you were a pawn, she’d be done with you already.”

“Yea, you’re the only one outside of the program that she cares about” Mimi let go of Jin’s hand “she says that you made her feel less alienated in the hero program and made her into someone everyone in your program can depend on. Her strong presence and demeanor is all thanks to you.”

“Hey sorry I took so long” I said as I teleported in “I was having a mini meltdown over my hair hehehe.”

“Your hair is always nice” Iida said as he stared longingly at her “come and sit! We were talking about your friendships.”

After some drinks and water in between them, the mood changes. “Hey you feelin alright?” Ita asked a very tipsy Iida “here drink more water.”

He swats the bottle of water away “Nah I’m fine” he looks at her with a question burning away at his mind “hey lets go talk over there, I have to ask you something.”

“Um okay” they walk over to the area of the yard where the light and noises of the party barely reaches “what’s on your mind?”

“I’ve heard some things about you and I just want to know” he looks into her eyes, her face sweating bullets and flushed “are you and Monoma dating?”

“Monoma? Psh! Hell no” play it cool Ita, don’t incriminate yourself “we have a master and student type relationship going on.”

“But the rumors of you kissing and getting pet names for each other?”

“I don’t pet name him nor kiss him” lies but nobody has to really know “it’s his way of expressing his gratitude to me, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“And the rumor of him coming to your dorm to have sexual activity?”

“Untrue, he comes over sometimes but not for that” I try to hold it together “that boy just needed a second chance and has really dedicated himself to improving.”

“Oh thats a relief” he sighed and downed the rest of his drink “because I have half a mind to tell you something else!”

“Like what?” I asked putting my guard up as his tone was off-putting.

He got really close to my face “that you’re really pretty” he hiccuped “lemme at you, I wanna kiss pretty lady.”

“No babe, you’re drunk” I said preventing him from getting closer “why don’t you want to kiss me when we’re alone and sober?” Oh jeez what am I saying?! Am I gonna fuck our friendship up because I let myself slip?

“Because, I’m a coward” he looked down at his wobbly legs “you’re so amazing and pretty and smart” he stumbled a bit “why the hell are you wasting your time with boring, goody goody me? I’m not like Mirio that has status and amazing body!” he throws his hands up “I’m not like that other boy that carried your dying body to the ambulance” he let out a deep sigh “I’m just your boring friend that can even hold his liquor.”

“Why are you being mean to yourself Tenya?” I turned his head to face me “you’re my caring and kind friend that runs with me and my crazy ideas” I look him dead in the eyes “do you think anybody else in the hero course would do the same?”

“No” he meekly spoke “I didn’t think of it that way.” He held my hand “I’m not letting go either” he kissed my cheek “whatever happens, feelings might change or our health wavers, I’ll be by your side too.”

I try not to cry “I won’t believe it unless you tell me when your sober.” Before he could say anything, he gags like last time. “Nope, you need to puke” I take him to the nearest bush and he just lets it out.

“I ruined the moment again!” he starts crying before puking some more “I didn’t even drink that much.”

“Boy you had 2 screwdrivers and 3 glasses of wine” I scolded as I rubbed his back “that was way more than last time!” I help him up and wipe him mouth with his shirt “lets get you to bed big guy.”

“But I’m not tired!” he whined as we walked back to the others.

“It’s past your bedtime.”

“Will you cuddle with me like last time?”

I stifle my laugh “Not tonight, maybe some other time.” I teleport him to his room and I take off his shirt and shoes. As he lays down on his bed, I take off his glasses and tuck him in “good night Tenya” I kissed his forehead “sweet dreams.”

The next day

“Iida-kun? Are you doing alright?” asked Midoriya to a very hungover Iida.

“I feel like I got beat up” he groaned “but I had so much fun and learned so much.”

“But did you find out the truth?” leaned in Mina, eager to know.

“Yea, Monoma just does all that to compensate her” he takes a sip of his protein shake “they’re not dating nor being explicit with each other, just a master and student situation.”

“I knew those business kids were trying be cool!” muttered Kirishima.

“Anyways, Iida-kun, Shinso-kun texted me to ask you what are some essentials he might need for his move in” Midoriya said as he checked his phone “I almost forgot that he’s moving in next week.”

“THATS RIGHT!” Iida perked up “thats all next week” he turned to the big window that faces the shared field to see some of the intel kids still passed out out there “what a ride he’ll be in for.”

-End Chapter 26-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #chapter 26 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything

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