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ren-the-gamer · 11 months

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Tattoo Artist Hobie

A/N: this came to me yesterday for no reason, i have bad hobie brain rot :(((

Warnings: very mild sexual themes in the sfw portion, slapping of the ass, tattoos (obviously), readers gender is not described or their genitalia but i made this with a fem reader in mind, mention of piercings, hinted towards nipple piercings, vibrating tongue piercings, sluttiness, BRITISH PEOPLE :(((

SFW:

hobie would be a master at his craft

i think his canon self knows how to tattoo, or has atleast given himself on at one point.

he would own his own little shop, his prices would be cheap so that anyone could afford them.

imagine the way is hands would flex while holding the tattoo gun

he would bite his bottom lip in focus, you thought he wouldn't notice you staring at him.

but when he smirks and says. "a picture will last longer, love." you realize his eyes have been on you the whole time.

he has decided that he is your personal tattoo artist

he's normally not that possessive, but a tattooing session between the two of you has so much pull on him he refuses to let anyone in on that high he gets.

he would love to just put random things across your body, putting graffiti like designs down your arms fills him with a sense of pride

it's like he has marked you and let the world know who you belong to.

sometimes, when he's giving you a tattoo, you can feel the cool metal of his rings glide across your skin

you shiver and he holds your flesh in the area he's tattooing.

"be still for me, can you do that, dear?"

ugghh this man ya"ll

every time he's done with a tattoo, he kisses you where you just got it.

i highly doubt that it's sanitary but let's just pretend for the sake of head canons

if he's giving you a tattoo on your legs or butt, he'll give a little slap to tease you every now and then.

he has tattoos that from up and down his arms and one on his neck and chest

his favorite places to give you tattoos are more scandalous places.

like the ones in the pictures above.

NSFW:

imagine him holding you by your hip bone as he works, his face and hands so close to your privates

you can't help but stare at him, the way he's staring at your tummy makes you think the tattoo isn't the only thing he's focused on.

he can sense how tense you are, the vibrations from the tattoo gun are going straight to your core, every time he moves closer down you feel like he's edging you

if you every get his name tattooed, he wants it to be in the form of a tramp stamp

when he's fucking you from behind, he wants to watch the ink bounce and jiggle while he slams into you or slaps your ass.

also, most tattoo shops also have piercings.

if you ever got a piercing in a sensitive spot, he would kiss and suck on it to soothe you

totally not just because he's horny, totally.

when it heals though, he is ruthless.

he's gonna bite and pinch the area.

you whine and moan for him to stop, but holy shit it hurts so good.

he also has a tongue piercing, you already know where i'm going with this.

it def vibrates

his tongue will go numb from eating you out for so long and the constant vibrations.

okay back to him being a tattoo artist tho.

on rare occasions, he will want you to just strip completely naked and just adore your body

he would kiss and mark your body in hickeys

also, you two have def fucked at least once in his shop

and during working hours

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x you #hobie brown #spiderverse smut #spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spiderverse headcanon #spiderpunk smut

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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idea from your prompt list… i’m thinking reader saying number 28 regarding jbs tramp stamp. a little “me and the boys are getting tattoos” and her not giving reader any other info… then boom. tramp stamp.

I was in the middle of writing something about the tramp stamp and was so stuck, and this helped me sm so thank you anon :)

wc is somewhere around 700 words (short king!)

julien baker x fem!reader - #28 "This not what I expected."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Julien is murmuring against your skin, her lips leaving small kisses on your cheek and jaw. She's half snuggled into you, her body hanging off the bed, arms effectively pinning you down. A yawn escapes you; she pulls back, eyes wide and teasing as she watches you yawn, a grin stretching across her face. It's like she can't help it, leaning in and kissing you again, moving up to your temple.

"Where are you going again?" you mumble sleepily. She laughs lightly, mumbling against your skin, "the boys and I are getting tattoos”. She smiles, kissing underneath your ear when you hum in acknowledgment.

"You'll be back by lunch?" you murmur, half asleep, leaning into your girlfriend's affections. "Mhm, should be back by 1:30... you want me to bring you something?" Julien asks, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your head. She wants nothing more than you to come with her to the tattoo shop, but she also wants you to rest, your body not used to traveling the way hers is.

"Will you guys eat lunch with me?" you mumble, Julien smiling softly down at you, convinced there's nothing sweeter than your sleepy talk. "Yeah...Phoebe, Luce, and I will get take out and bring it home...okay?" she says, rubbing down your back, tapping your butt. "Can I have a hug?" she asks, standing up from the bed. She chuckles, watching you roll over, eyes lighting up when your arms widen, nuzzling into your chest and neck, your hands rubbing her back and patting her head. "You're squishing me..." you breathe out. She squeezes harder, chuckling into your neck, "I wish I could crawl into you....is that weird?" she asks, lips attached to your skin. "You're weird."

"Okay, I'm gonna go if you're going to bully me..." she says, standing up, pinching your hip, and rubbing your bare thigh. She scoffs when you don't respond, your eyes remaining closed before a tiny smirk blossoms on your face. "You're so mean," she says, slapping your thigh softly.

"I love you, Jay," you murmur, watching her slip on a jacket. "I love you, sweet girl," she responds, kissing you again quickly.

"Have fun!" you say, yawning again. Julien blows a kiss, leaving the house.

It's about 2:00 when Julien returns, Phoebe and Lucy following behind her. "Hi," Phoebe says excitedly, smacking a kiss on your cheek before shoving her arm in your eyeline. "Oh sick!" you exclaim, tracing the outside of the wrapping. "It looks good, P," you smile at her; she happily hums, putting bags of food on the table. Lucy greets you similarly, kissing your head before showing you hers as well, "I love that you guys have more than one matching tattoo," you giggle. "It's almost like we love each other or something," Lucy smirks, teasing you softly.

"Let me see JB," you request, your girlfriend showing you the same matching tattoo and your initial on her ring finger. "You're insane," you murmur, blushing deeply. She smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, wrapping you in her arms, her hands on your ass. Your hands rub her lower back, and she winces softly, pulling away. "What did I do?" you ask, panicked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy and Phoebe laugh, "No way, did you not tell her?" "Julien!" "Babe, she got a tramp stamp!" Phoebe and Lucy say, talking over each other. Your ears perk up, hearing ”tramp stamp”.

"YOU WHAT?" you exclaim, eyes wide. Julien giggles sheepishly, lifting her shirt and turning around, her jeans sitting low on her hips.

Absurd Freedom. Your girlfriend...has a tramp stamp... that says 'absurd freedom'.

She turns back around, looking at you with waiting eyes. Phoebe and Lucy freeze, watching Julien watch you digest what you just saw. They glance nervously at each other, actively knowing that you'll support Julien no matter what but also knowing that Julien thinks very highly of your opinion.

"This is not what I expected."

"I- but- okay is- are you mad?" Julien stammers.

"Of course not, I just- you're such a nerd," you say, smiling wide. "The myth of Sisyphus... made you get a tramp stamp?"

"You scared me!" Julien exclaims, making Lucy and Phoebe laugh.

"Oh my god, you drama queen, let's eat," you say, pulling her into you and kissing her head.

"Should've seen the look on JB's face after she showed you," "Shut up Phoebe!"

#anon cutie #six word sentences prompts #boygenius mini fic #julien baker x fem!reader #julien baker x reader #julien baker mini fic #julien baker #julien baker tramp stamp #she is an icon honestly

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stuck1nthelimbo · 17 days

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[ BUTT ] * og ryōmen sukuna x f!reader // 0.5k, 2nd pov, edited repost, no beta, no smut, implied demolition lol butt slapping lol teasing || ✨m.list✨

You claim to know this place. The eternal darkness, with hints of glimmering arctic blue underneath your feet. Not sure how you ended up here, the last thing you remember is the conversation with Itadori, and then… Your memory’s fuzzy and aimlessly roaming this vast dark space is all that’s left. The moment your vision adjusts to the pitch-black surroundings, you catch a glimpse of an ominous structure: a Buddhist shrine adorned with what can only be human skulls. The realization hits you…

Piercing, booming laughter resounds around. It feels as if the blood coursing through your veins freezes solid. Shoulders feel heavy, weighted down and your back breaks out in beads of cold sweat.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” the voice behind you is guttural, hoarsely pouring out from the depth of the throat prickling your skin, “Tiny mouse got lost, didn't it?”

You swiftly spin on your feet, only to be met with the grotesque physique of a monster looming just inches away: four enormous, bulging arms hanging low, a respective number of legs on the ground, evenly spread out. Tattooed black lines run along its gibbous arms, shoulders, wide chest. And the stomach has a giant horizontal incision near the navel, with a fleshy tongue hanging through the slit.

Before you run for your life, two of those massive hands swathe your arms, binding you to the spot. The other two find their way to your waist, casually draping over the sides. With your upper half immobilized, your breath hitches when those two palms sneak down, fingers dancing along the bare delicate flesh under the shorts.

Suddenly all motion halts, but before you let out a sigh of relief, both of those hefty palms swat your ass. The initial impact passes, and long, large fingers dig into the body. You chew on your lip, suppressing any sound that strives to slip. That stings. The curse sneers, baring its monstrous teeth. The horrors gnaw you inside out.

“Did ya get lost on purpose, lil’ one?” You don't have a moment to process the question, another harsh swat comes. Those two giant hands encase each of your ass cheeks, sinking into the meat. Long fingers splay across the entirety of your upper thighs, sharp claws near piercing the tender skin. The digits knead your ass as if it’s dough.

“Sukuna...” the name thoughtlessly slips, the fear now settled in your voice. The king of curses insolently grins: he leans toward you. Tightening the grip on your wrists, the grasp bruises the flesh underneath. The hands clamping on thighs drag your legs apart, straining your balance. Middle fingers from the limbs locked on the ass cheeks lurk farther, just grazing against the soft fabric of your underwear. The tip of his talon hooks on the cotton material, piercing it.

“Looks like you already know me…” The tone’s menacing. One of its arms unhands you and lands another stinging smack on your rear. You wince at the prolonged contact on already lacerated ass, “we're gonna have fun, mouse,” his hot breath steams down your head.

Your timing to be entrapped in the domain of Ryomen Sukuna cannot be worse.

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rookthorne · 4 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𖠺 1.1k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𖠺 Fluff, crack

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𖠺 Yes, I can't get enough of these two.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𖠺 @stuckybingo 𝗡𝟮 — "Baby it's cold outside!" (December Adoptable) — Masterlist 𖠺 @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was a slow day.

Customers came and went for hours on end — all pleased as punch at your array of impressive options and choices available to decorate for the season. Reds and greens lined the countertop edges in wreaths of holly, and along the shelves were rows of garlands prettied with poinsettias.

It was also your turn to display an aged tradition, and you did so proudly — a giant Christmas tree, passed down the generations in your family, stood in the corner with spools and ropes of endless lights woven through the branches.

However, not only was it a slow day for you, but your favourite neighbours, too. And, while you were overjoyed to spend the lull of time with them, it came with a price.

Because for the love of everything botany, they refused to settle down and act civilised.

A surprised shout and loud crash came from the back room. “For goodness sakes,” you groaned. The words came out muffled behind your hands; no matter how many times you facepalmed because of one of them, it didn’t make it easier. “Bucky!”

“Sorry, sorry–!” Bucky rushed, and the wince of shame was plainly evident in his tone. You stuck your head just inside the doorway. Thankfully, nothing was toppled or broken — unless you took into account Bucky’s bruised ego. “Damned thing was not there before–”

“That has been there since the very first day I moved in here,” you argued back, pointing at your small fridge, which now sported a dent the size of Bucky’s palm on the door. The poor victim of such vandalisation was your most trusty appliance; the saviour of many days where neither you nor Wanda could venture outside to get lunch. “If you would just sit your butt down and stop wrecking my shop, I could get some work done.”

Steve started to snicker from where you left him behind the counter by the till. Blue eyes danced with mischief and a cunning, keen sense of trouble. You rounded on him and pointed at his chest with your forefinger. “That was not a cue for you to rile your husband up, you–”

“Alright, alright,” Steve soothed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay—we’ll chill and behave for our Petal, right, Buck?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered, and the sound of a chair scraping across the floor punctuated his voice.

“Finally, some peace and quiet,” you quipped, striding towards the counter to pick up where you left off on the few arrangements.

Beside you, Steve helped with his deft fingers unravelling ribbon and string, or handing you rolls of paper to place around the bouquets — the back room was equally quiet, and if you strained your ears, you could hear the hum of the fridge, as well as the scratching sound of graphite over paper.

You should have known it was not to last.

No more than an hour later, after you worked with Steve through the order of arrangements, did it happen.

The snow outside the window danced as you watched, content to have a short break and stretch your fingers from all the cramped and fiddly movements. It was quiet — not a sound to be heard except the soft songs playing over the speakers, a playlist you made of all the classic Christmas songs.

Not even the scratch of graphite on paper could be heard.

“I really can't stay,” Dorothy Kristen sang, her aged voice like honey to your ears. The overlay of Franklin Sinatra’s line, “Baby, don't hold out,” made you think of Bucky and Steve — such old-fashioned souls, what would they have been like in the forties?

You blinked from your daze and looked around. Steve was focussing on a bundle of holly and amaryllises, his brows drawn close from the intensity of his concentration. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly.

“Jus’– I wanted to sketch some ideas later and I thought—‘cause it’s Christmas—that maybe some holly designs might take off,” he explained, poking and prodding at the leaves until they sat just right. “I know Buck is wantin’ to do the same, or at least, somethi– FUCK!”

Steve’s answer was cut off by a sudden, loud shriek of fright falling from his lips, and he leaped a foot in the air, arching his back as though to get away from something or someone.

That someone, as it happened, was his devious husband.

Bucky fell into hysterics — his face turned red from how hard he was laughing, and you stared at him as he sank to his knees on the floor. The sound of his wheezes for air were as funny as the whole of the situation itself.

“You fuckin’ bastard,” Steve grumbled when he finally came back down from the stratosphere. “Buck, I swear–”

“What did you do,” you demanded of Bucky, staring between the two of them. The fright had not only scared Steve, but you as well, and you hadn’t even seen it coming — there were no sounds as Bucky approached to do whatever he did to Steve.

“The fucker put his cold as fuck hands on my back under my shirt!” Steve ranted. “Here I was thinkin’ he maybe wanted to be sweet on me, but no; fuckin’ no.”

It dawned on you — the lack of graphite scratches over paper, the fridge next to where Bucky was sitting in the back room...

And you lost it.

Your laughter echoed with Bucky’s, and you only managed to save yourself from falling to the floor by grabbing the countertop.

“Oh, very fuckin’ funny—yeah, sure, it’s hilarious,” Steve rumbled, gesturing wildly with his hands, but he wasn’t fooling anybody — the quirk of his lips grew bigger until he was smirking, and his eyes, bright and fond, stared down at Bucky and you with something big swimming in them. “Wait– Were you in on this, Petal?”

“No!” you cried, getting to your feet and hauling Bucky up, too. “I swear—I didn’t know, I just–”

“Your face, oh my fuck–” Bucky tried, but he burst into laughter again.

Steve shook his head and walked around the counter. “I’m goin’, see you two later,” he said, barely holding back his laugh. “Catch your breath and I’ll be back with drinks—if I feel nice.”

The door swung open, the bell rang off of the walls, and Bucky dramatically cried, “But Steve, baby, it’s cold outside!”

It was to no avail — the door swung shut behind Steve after he walked out, chin high and shoulders back, and both you and Bucky dissolved onto the floor once more, keening with laughter.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Ride On - A Rio/Reader Smut Drabble.

Because my gorgeous @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna put this idea into my head! She did originally ask for Manny (Mayans MC) but since I pledged to write more for Rio, I chose him instead.

Words - 366

Warnings - Smut Below the cut, minors DNI!

In his every day life, Rio is boss. Unquestionably so. He’s the top dog, the one in charge, everyone answerable to him, in his position of power. And he doesn’t deviate from such a role easily.

Unless you happen to be involved in said deviation, though.

“You enjoying yourself there, mamas, riding on this big dick?” he pants, hands grasping your butt as you send feverish jolts through his body, rolling your hips rhythmically against him, the soaking velvet hug of your cunt sheathing him in plush heat.

You nails graze over his short beard, trailing the eagle tattoo across his throat, nodding as you lean to kiss him. “Oh yeah, big man. You know it. How about you, hmm? You liking letting me be the boss for a while, hmm?”

He hums a rumbling laugh, pushing you back slightly, mouth kissing a constellation across your tits. “Yeah,” he breathes, sucking on your nipple, moving his mouth to the other, bathing it in wet warmth, a hint of teeth giving just the right edge of pain to pulse through your chest. “I never mind my lady being the big boss in the bedroom.” His eyes find yours, those glittering, coal orbs looking up at you with uncontained desire, kissing you hotly, biting your lower lip and letting it glide out from between his sharp teeth. “Does the boss have any demands?”

“She does,” you confirm. “You’re gonna suck my tits while I ride this orgasm out of you.”

He gives you a little salute. “Consider it done, darlin’.” Pushing you back again, his mouth once again finds the pebbled peaks of your nipples, sucking hard, biting, tongue swirling as you grind yourself down on the thick heat of his cock, feeling it slide effortlessly within your soaking pussy, gripping on him, evoking rumbles of pure sin from deep in his chest.

He groans, all smoke and grit, teeth clamping on harder. “Fuck yeah, baby. God damnit, you fuck me so good.”

And that’s the job of a boss, to get things done better than anyone else. This is why Rio never, ever has any problems with letting you take charge of him from time to time.

#rio good girls #rio good girls x reader #manny montana #manny montana fanfiction #manny montana smut #manny montana x reader #rio good girls fanfiction #rio good girls smut #good girls fanfiction #good girls fanfic #manny montana fanfic

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bluegalaxygirl · 29 days

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Obsession's Grip (Zosan X Reader) P14

Plot: After saving some of the straw hat crew from a prison, the crew help takes a young man away so he can have a fresh start in life. He's shy but seems to grow attached to Reader in an unhealthy way.

Warning: Snakes, Bad language, Blood, Violence, Death, Making out and Nudity but no smut.

Reader is Female (Sorry), Zoro X Sanji X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship. Reader has the ability to control the snake tattoos on her arms that come alive when she commands, they can change size and are connected to her emotions.

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Sinking into the warm bubble filled water you let out a sigh of relief, the heat helps relax your muscles while the smell of lavender helps relax your mind, tying your already washed and wet hair up into a bun you sink down further into the water feeling some of the bubbles touch your chin. You waited until Nami and Robin had their bath before starting yours and washing your hair in the shower so there's no rush to get out, all you have to do is sit back, relax and wait for your boys to join you. The sound of the waves and birds singing outside makes you hum in delight realizing this is the first time in a few days that you've actually felt safe and relaxed while being in the bathroom, normally you would be checking the lock on the door but today you left it unlocked knowing only Zoro and Sanji will be walking though it. As that thought crosses your mind the door clicks open making you lazily sit up and turn to see your two boys walk in, both with towels around their waists. "Hay babe" The swordsman greets with a grin starting to walk over to you, closely followed by Sanji who's eyes turn soft and loving at seeing you. "You look beautiful" The cooks eyes trails across your face and bubble covered shoulders making you blush a little while resting your arms on the edge of the bath giving him a loving look, you go to compliment the two back when you notice Zoro's blood covered arms, its clear he's tried to wash it off in the sink or something but there's still specks of dried blood and a slight redness to his skin, Sanji on the other hand has no sign of blood on him but his hair is a mess and in clear need of a good wash.

Noticing your slightly surprised face the swordsman sighs looking down at his arms "Don't worry, i didn't kill him" giving him a warm smile you lean up as he leans down to place a firm kiss on your lips "Yea but i had to hold you back a few times" The cook groans crossing his arms over his chest, he thought he knew what he was getting into but Zoro was even more angry and murderous than he could ever imagine. The swordsman chuckles pulling away from you to look at the blonde and nudge his arm "Hay, you offered" Sanji growls wanting to yell at the green haired man but can't since he's right, although he'll never say it, Zoro goes to step into the water only to get grabbed by the cook who pulls him back "What the hell are you doing, moss head? You've still got blood on you, get a shower" Biting your tongue you try not to laugh as the two start to argue getting in each others faces until Sanji grabs the swordsman by the ear dragging him over to the showers and helping wash off the dried blood on his arm, their argument died down, soon turning into grumbles and growls until the water ran clear "Now you can get in the bath" Sanji smirks before slapping the green haired man on the butt, slapping a hand over your mouth as to not laugh out loud you watch as Zoro's eyes widen and his head slowly turn to look directly at the cook who lets out a nervous laugh while putting his hands up in defense. Before the blonde can utter a work the swordsman grabs his wrists pulling them up above his head while forcing his partner's back into the cold tile wall "Oh you've done it how curly brows" Zoro smirks before crashing his lips onto the blondes and forcing his tongue in to explore his partners mouth earning a surprised hum.

Sanji soon relaxes into the strong kiss while trying to gain some kind of control but the swordsman doesn't let him, keeping a firm grip on the cook's wrist pinning them to the wall until he has to pull away for air, both panting and slightly red-faced the two smirk at each other as Zoro loosens his grip to slide his hands down the blondes arms and to his waist "Now you can get bath" The swordsman mocks pushing away to head back over to the bath, shaking your head in amusement you go back to sitting with your back to the bath as both boys make their way over, remove their towels and get into the water either side of you. Sanji's face is still very red unsure of how to react after what just happened, but he can't help the smile thats on his face as he sinks down into the water until it hits his shoulders, Zoro wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side while placing a kiss on your head which you lean into. "You ok there hun?" You ask the cook with a giggle while running your hand through his hair to get some of it out of his face managing to make out his tomato red face, all the blushing blonde can do is hum in response making the swordsman laugh and lean over to pat the cooks exploded knee thats just sticking out of the water "At least you enjoyed it" He chuckles watching as Sanji turns redder starting to slide further down to where the water just covers his lips hoping the bubbles with cover up his face. Deciding to help the poor blonde out by distracting your green haired lover you grab the soap and turn to Zoro "Come on hunk, let me get your back, I'll rub your shoulders for you" removing his arm from you the swordsman turns his back to you letting you rub the soap over his back while massaging his back and shoulders.

Small hums and sighs of relief and relaxation leave Zoro's mouth feeling you getting out the knots in his shoulders managing to take away the tension thats normally there. During this time Sanji has time to calm down, letting his blush fade and mind go back to normal soon sitting back up and brushing off the bubbles that cling to his skin, grabbing the soap he scoots closer to you starting to wash your back for you. "Thank you my love" The cook whispers in your ear before placing a kiss just below it glad that you gave him a moment to calm down, leaning back into him while your thumbs still rub circles into Zoro's shoulder blades you turn your head slightly to see him "Your welcome hun but i think i deserve something in return" You whisper back with a cheeky smile, getting the message Sanji leans around you while wrapping his arms around your waist to keep your back as close to his chest as possible, placing a light kiss on your lips the cook hums into you before brushing his tongue over your lover lip asking for more. Turning slightly in his grip you happily open your mouth for him managing to get a better angle so the two of you have more coverage, his tongue meets yours as your lips move in sink slowly drawing it out to enjoy the feeling of each other and the heat forming in your chests. Parting for air the two of you use each other for support while trying to catch your breath "Your a great multitasker babe" Zoro chuckles turning slightly to see the two of you, releasing his shoulders you lightly hit his back with a playful glare.

Sanji soon lets you go starting to wash your back like he intended to do while Zoro turns running a hand up your leg from under the water stopping at just under your knee, so he can lift it out of the water "Just sit back and relax, we'll take care of you" The green haired man gives you a loving smile while placing a kiss on your leg before grabbing somebody wash and starting to wash your legs for you, "You don't have-" you go to say only for the swordsman to quickly move up to crash his lips onto yours his hand going to the back of your head to stop you form pulling or moving away "Please love, let us pamper you" Sanji whispers from behind you continuing to rub your back, placing a hand on the green haired man's cheek you lean into the kiss accepting their offer, Zoro bites your lower lip before shoving his tongue past your lips not giving you time to open your mouth. Moaning slightly into it you let the swordsman do what he wants one hand rubbing your leg while the other grips your hair, his tongue moving but most of the time pushing it around until he finally lets you go letting you gasp and pant for air after such a forceful yet passionate kiss "Relax" Zoro whispers against your lips giving them one last kiss before going back to your legs, unable to complain you let the two clean and massages your back, shoulders and legs some times making you hum when one of them finds the perfect spot to rub getting any tension or knot in your body. "Thank you, your so sweet" You mumble as the two finish each giving you a kiss on your shoulder or leg before letting you lean back against the bath again continuing to relax.

Zoro leans next to you intending to relax as well only for Sanji to grab a small scrub brush and makes his way over kneeling down in front of the swordsman. Taking Zoro's hand the cook starts to scrub under his nails earning a raised eyebrow from the men, but he doesn't pull away "What are you doing?" A part of him wants to be annoyed but at the same time the blonde has never taken an interest in his hands before so is more curious. "You still have blood under your nails… and their scruffy" Sanji sighs taking his time with each finger while acting slightly annoyed but you both know better, he's doing this out of love and care for his partner, a small blush forms on Zoro's face while keeping his eyes fixed on the cooks care of each nail, some times reaching over to grab a nail file. "Sanji, hun… When your done, I'll do your hair if you want" You ask once the cook is on the last finger, glancing up at you Sanji lets a big smile grow on his face, you may not be good with hair like Robin but you know how to make his fluffy and light after a shower "Yes please love" the cook puts his tools away before giving Zoro's hands one last look over, the swordsman pulls his hands away letting them cup the blondes face "Thanks babe" Sanji could fall in love all over again at the calm and loving look on his lovers eyes, continuously the blonde moves in as if hypothesized to place his lips on Zoro's for a soft drawn out kiss. You can't help but admire the two as they share a sweet kiss and loving looks seeming transfixed on each other, you can't blame them since both their loving looks are irresistible.

The swordsman's hands run down to Sanji's hips grabbing them and moving him until the cook is sitting between your legs, running your hand up his back you place a kiss on his neck as the two pull away from their kiss "Hurry up, the waters getting cold" Zoro chuckles while leaning back a bit but takes the cooks hands starting to massage them while you run your hands though the blonde's hair "lean back for me honey" doing as he's told Sanji scoots forward a bit in order to tilt his head back enough for your to wash his hair. Grabbing a cup your fill it with water before pouring it over his hair making sure that nothing gets in his eyes, you wash his hair while giving him a head massages which he hums into letting his eyes close as his two partners pamper him. After rinsing his hair out you repeat the posses before adding conditioner to the ends of his hair then rinsing it off, Zoro moves from one hand to the other making the cooks mind go calm almost to the point of falling asleep, once your done with his hair the swordsman lets go of Sanji's hands earning a groan in protest "Don't be a brat" The green haired man smirks lightly flicking his partner on the forehead, shaking your head you stand up out of the bath to get out and wrap a warm towel around your body " i was enjoying it and don't flick me" The blonde growls using his foot to push Zoro back and under the water for a second "Alright you two thats enough. We have work to do if were going to leave on time tomorrow" You sigh shaking your head as the two tense up wanting to bicker but also not wanting to upset you, looking at each other the two sigh before standing up and grabbing their towels "Yes Love/Babe" The two say in unison before following you out the bathroom.

Letting out a breath you try and calm yourself while looking out into the forest from the ships deck, the sun's starting to set behind you and dinner is in an hour so you know now's the time to deal with Percy, everyone who wanted to do something to him has so now its only you left. "Hay, you ready?" Sanji asks as he walks over after finishing meal prep leaving the rest to Nami and Brook, so he can be with you, turning you nod with a small smile before taking his hand and heading down to the closet that Percy is held up in seeing Zoro leaning against the wall outside since it's his shift "You sure we can't come in with you?" The swordsman asks hoping you have changed your mind but you shake your head while leaning over you place a kiss on his cheek "Stay here, I'll be out in 5 minutes maybe less" even though the green haired man groans he moves out of your way his arms crossing over his chest showing how annoyed he is. Sanji places a hand on your hip giving you a concerned look "Just be careful and don't get too close" Turning to the cook you nod place a kiss on his cheek before walking into the closest closing the door behind you, the rooms bigger than you exacted but has nothing in it other than a single light bulb on the ceiling and a chained up Percy laying against the back wall. Dried blood covers the wooden floor and his clothes, his body is covered in cuts and bruises but some of the deeper cuts seem to have bee bandages up most likely by Chopper , Percy's eyes slowly look up at you clearly tired, but he doesn't say anything or move. "Let me guess Robin forced you to eat that seed" You smirk crossing your arms over your chest trying not to laugh at the state he's in, its clear how pissed off your crew is with him and if you didn't tell them not to kill him, Percy would be long dead. "T-that… bitch" the young man manages to get out indicating that you were right and Robin really did go through with her plan.

Letting out a laugh you shake your head taking a few steps closer but not getting too close in case he has a short burst of energy like you did. "I'm glad she did, i have to admit its kinda funny seeing you this way… anyway i'm not gonna stay long, I'd rather not stay and look at you longer than needed" You state watching as his eyes narrow at you, he tries to say something but his words don't come out "i did plan to say a lot of things to you but now i'm here i don't see the point anymore. Its not like you'll listen" Sighting you hold out your arms while make fangs out of your fingers letting the tattooed snakes come to life and slither out of your skin and into the floor where they quickly grown in size until their heads touch the ceiling, the two glare down at Percy both hissing in anger while curling up ready to strike when you let them. "Y-Your gonna.. Kill m-me?" Percy's eyes widen while flicking his eyes from your snakes to you fear running though him, it surprisingly brings a smile to you face since in a way he know feels exactly how you felt yesterday. "I'm not going to kill you, they will" turning to leave your stopped by the young man managing to talk again this time with tears in his eyes "W-wait.. Y/n i-i can-" One of your snake strikes biting down on the young man's leg making him scream out in pain the best he can with his voice hardly working, turning you step a little closer as you snake pulls away blood dripping from its fangs.

You can tell it wanted to attack again but it held back so you talk to the whimper boy. "I don't need your help, i never did and i'm sure my snakes will help you see that… You need to understand something Percy, my snakes are a part of me, their connected to my emotions and tend to show them and act more than i do." You explain wanting him to know how you really feel, even thought there's no point in setting his straight or explaining things you hope he'll at lest listen and understand that what is about to happen is your own destitution, not someone else's or that your being forced to do this but something you want to do. Looking up at you, Percy tries to raise an eyebrow not sure where your going with this but keeps quiet hoping your actually on his side and secretly ask for help but that slowly starts to fade as you talk. "For example, if i love someone then they will be more loving towards those people, they will care for them, look after them and never hurt them. If i hate someone and i mean really hate someone then my Snakes will be more aggressive towards them, more willing to snap or even kill…. you know Percy, I was wrong when we first met, you should be scared of them.. Cause they will kill you" Turning you head towards the door again hearing your snakes growl and hiss, their sharp fangs dripping with desire to kill the man that hurt you in so many ways, realizing this Percy panics trying to reason with you hoping you'll change your mind "P-please I-I lov" The young man tries to say but his words get caught in his thought unable to speak much out of fear and the drug in his system.

Grabbing the door hands you turn with a sweet smile looking over your two large snakes who both look back at you trying to wait until you let them loose. "Have fun with your new chew toy" Opening the door you step out and close it behind you, the young man yells and screams as your snakes attacking doing what ever they please with him until the life drains out of him. Closing the door you lean against it while reaching for the lock and turning it, the wooden door hardly covering up the loud screams, hissing, growling and bagging coming form inside. Zoro push off the wall he were leaning against while Sanji quickly finishes off his cigarette and throw it way both heading over to you as you push off the door to meet them half-way "Are you ok My love?" Sanji asks his hands cupping your face with worry while Zoro looks at the door in slight shock, the noises aren't pretty, and he doesn't know whether to be impressed or scared of the lengths your snakes will go. "I'm fine, i actually feel more relived now. I don't know how long they'll or what's going to happen since I've let them do what ever they want, but he won't be coming out of there alive" Taking the cooks hands off your face you hold one of his while taking one of Zoro's "Lets leave them to it, i suggest no one goes near here for a while… just in case" The two nod in agreement knowing it's a very good idea to stay away by the sounds your snakes are making, walking away with the two you make it up onto the deck where its much quieter.

Zoro squeezes your hand while pulling you and Sanji over to the tree on the ships deck "Come on, i want you to rest while their out, your still recovering" The swordsman orders sitting down with his back to the tree while pulling you onto his lap and wrapping an arm around your waist, the cook nods in agreement sitting down next to the two of you and laying his head on the green haired man's shoulder "We have just under an hour until dinner so let's make the most of it" Sanji chuckles hooking one arm around Zoro's while holding your hand with the other that sweet loving smile spreading across his face, leaning into the swordsman you rest your head on his other shoulder giving his neck a kiss "I love you both" You whisper, Zoro hums placing a kiss on your exposed neck while Sanji brings your hand to his lips placing a lingering kiss on your knuckles "We love you too" They say in unison before looking at each other placing a quick kiss on each others lips "I love you too" The cook states brushing his nose against the swordsman's who leans back in for another kiss while wrapping his other arm around his waist "I love you… baby come here" Zoro smirks pulling you to sit up so your head is no longer in his neck, running his hands up his lovers sides and up to their cheeks the green haired man pulls you two closer for a three-way kiss. Leaning in you meet their lips in a loving and slow kiss letting out a hum of enjoyment, the warmth of love fills your chest and their touches sends shivers of care through your body, its moment like this that confirm that no matter what happens they will always love you and you will always love them.

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darlingshane · 1 year

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the bet

Griff x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 1,2k

Summary: You should know better than to bet against your boyfriend, Griff. You fall for it every time without missing a beat, no matter the consequences.

Content/Warnings: explicit, smut, betting, making out, fingering, overstimulation, handcuffs, squirting.

A/N: This was made for Wet Wednesday @bernthirst-events, and was mostly inspired by this picture.

– Read below or at AO3.

As a general rule, you try not to bet against your boyfriend Griff. He's a sore loser and a smug winner and, no matter the outcome, you always end up regretting playing his games.

Tonight the stakes are high, however, and you really couldn't let this opportunity pass cause If you win he has to remove the horrendous teardrop tattoo off his face that you cannot stand looking at; and if he wins, he gets to pick your next tattoo.

There's absolutely no doubt that you have this in the bag, because the bet consists in whoever comes first during sex— loses.

History can tell that, with a few exceptions, out of all the times you've fucked 98% of those Griff has always reached climax first. You know exactly what he likes, and you just have to use all your charms and dirty tricks to get him there quickly.

For starters, you indulge him for a moment and let him pick up a sharpie to draw the design he wants you to ink directly on his chosen spot, your ass, if he wins.

After laying on your front, he straddles the back of your thighs, and pushes the elastic of your pink panties to the side, exposing your butt cheek. Right on that space, he traces a heart with an arrow and a ‘G’ for Griff inside the heart shape.

You stand up for a moment to take a look at your temporary tattoo in the mirror. There's no chance in hell you're having that permanently inked on your skin, so you better bring your A game.

So going back to bed, you take off your shirt as you crawl over his lower half until you're completely lying on top of him, and start making out casually, lowering his defenses while slightly waving your hips against his crotch, only covered by a pair of boxer briefs.

His rough fingers slide under the waistband of your underwear, molding your ass to the shape of his big hands, pressing you harder against him.

Keeping your focus on the prize, you disregard his bulge growing bigger between your legs, and keep exploring his mouth for a while, giving him just enough to crave more and more. When he’s fully hard, you pull back, straighten your torso and tap his lips with your index finger before running your finger nails down his chest.

As you mark his skin, taming the beast, he heavily exhales and twitches underneath you. It works every time. He grunts louder when you do it one more time, and lean forward to use your tongue on his nipple. Aware of how wildly turns him on, you trace the small circumference with just the tip of your tongue before using your teeth to nibble gently.

“You’re so dirty,” he grumbles as your mouth travels across his clean-shaven chest to the other nipple.

You let out a small chuckle, sticking your tongue out to draw the shape of that hard peak resting on top of his toned pectoral. You flick it, lick it, and bite a little harder this time.

“So fucking dirty,” he keeps protesting, but the erection tucked against your core tells you how much he’s enjoying that.

“Yeah? You don’t like my methods, hotshot?” biting your lower lip, you pull back, and brace your palms on his abdomen, waving your hips sensually against his.

“I like’em alright. Just don’t complain when I use my tricks on you.”

“Tricks? You don’t have any tricks,” you scoff.

“We’ll see about that. C’mere, baby,” he licks his lips as his eyes viciously roam all over your body before pulling you down to your former position on top of him.

One of his hands cradles the back of your head, as he captures your lips with such force that almost knocks all the air out of you. Then, you feel his arms locking around you as he swiftly shifts your body, so you’re the one laying on your back instead.

In that position, he’s the one in charge now driving his hips against your pussy with nothing but wicked perversion, as he eagerly defiles your mouth. Your panties get soaked in seconds, and it’s just the perfect opportunity for him to use that as a distraction. Getting lost in the dizzying swirling of his tongue, you fall right into his trap like an idiot and don't even register at all when he grabs your wrists and brings them over your head to cuff them to the headboard. It’s when you hear the metal closing that you break the kiss and tilt your head back to see your hands tied to the bars.

“What the hell are you doing?” you complain, trying to yank your hands free while he swiftly slips your underwear off you.

His lips turn into the most devilish of grins you have ever seen, “showing you my tricks, baby.”

Your brow creases as he brings the delicate fabric of your panties up to his nose, lewdly humming as he inhales your scent, “hmm, you always smell so beautiful.”

Then he tosses them away and soothes the plane of your thighs with his palms, parting your legs before having two of his thick fingers shoved into your opening.

“Griff… this wasn’t on the rules,” you moan, trying to kick him, but he uses his free hand and one of his legs to keep you from doing so.

“What rules? You didn’t say anything about rules,” his fingers working you with a hard steady pace, “you said, and I quote– anything goes.”

“You’re a fucking jerk, Griffin!” you cry out as your back arches, when his thumb starts rubbing harshly on your clit.

“Look at you, so desperate already. You thought you could own me, huh? That’s cute.” He laughs like the asshole that he is.

“Shut up,” you mutter under your breath as his fingers keep sinfully fucking you, unwavering, going in and out, caressing your walls, pressing in your g-spot, collecting your slick, and building your orgasm quickly.

“You want me to stop? Say it and you lose. Last more than five minutes, and maybe I’ll let you win.”

“Start counting, asshole,” you utter between clenched teeth, accepting his challenge.

Maybe you were too cocky earlier. Right now– you’re doomed. It’s too much to hold and all you wanna do is burst, but you try clenching every muscle for as long as you can until every inch of your body aches.

When you reach a point where you feel you’re going to pee over his hand, you can only squirm and curse at his name as he stops rubbing your overly sensitive clit, and doubles down, putting all his power on pressing on that sweet spot inside to free that orgasm from the prison that is your lower abdomen.

The obscene wet sounds that come from your cunt being vehemently finger-fucked fill the room, along with the unbridled sounds of lust that fall from your mouth. He then releases your leg and presses his other hand on your mound to quicken the process until you completely fall apart and all your fluids gush out unexpectedly, squirting all over his hand and arm and the sheets beneath your body as you're taken by a torrent of pleasure that courses through every cell of your body, elevating you to a higher ground.

He might have won the bet, but you clearly take a victory on basking in that intoxicating buzz as you come down from your high, knowing that there’s no chance you’re fucking him tonight now for playing that dirty.

#bernthirstpalooza #jon bernthal #griff x reader #griff #baby driver #jon bernthal smut #jon bernthal fanfiction #anna-hawk #userlyudmila #darlingwrites

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hlficlibrary · 1 year

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✤ Neighbors Fics✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ In Dreams by dolce_piccante / @haydolce [M, 23k]

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

2️⃣ I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) by @allwaswell16 [E, 20k]

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

3️⃣ happiness comes in on tiptoe by scagnetism [NR, 9k]

There is a supermodel standing at Louis’ door. He suddenly feels extremely insecure about his unwashed hair and clothes that have seen better days. He’s sure his mouth has fallen open, but there is a supermodel standing on his doorstep.

Or, the AU where Louis is new to the neighborhood and Harry is the angel living next door.

4️⃣ That's How I Know by @allwaswell16 [E, 19k]

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

5️⃣ please don't be in love with someone else by wildestdreams / @butyouneverdo [E, 18k]

Harry ran after Niall, out the door, pausing at the doorway, realizing he was only in his boxer briefs and yelled out, “Niall! You forgot your lunch.”

Just as Niall paused from all the way down the hall, the door opposite theirs opened and the hottest boy Harry had ever seen walked out, eyes widening when he spotted a half naked Harry.

Harry was so fixated upon the boy across from him, who was staring right back with his mouth now hanging open, he’d missed it when Niall bounded back towards him and grabbed the lunch before popping a kiss on his cheek and leaving again. The kiss snapped Harry out of his daze and he let out a breathy laugh as the pretty boy walked out furthermore, closing his door behind him. He gave Harry a small smile back, raising his eyebrows in amusement while looking down past Harry’s waist and then back up.

or The one where Harry and Louis are neighbors and there's a lot of overthinking, misunderstandings, Backstreet Boys sing alongs, embarrassing moments in the hallway, and pining. They somehow still make it work.

- HIDDEN GEMS -

💎 deFENCEless by solvetheminourdreams / @cursethedaylight [T, 27k]

"I moved here first," Louis says with finality, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry shoots him an unimpressed look before leaning forward, leaving only a tiny gap between them.

"Then get the fence first," he whispers, lips a mere inch or two away from Louis'.

When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

💎 Cut to The Feeling by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry [E, 16k]

Louis has just moved into his new apartment in the fancy Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea in London. All was well until he notices that his neighbour rarely closes the curtains which makes for an unlikely friendship to form.

Or AU where Louis is a ghostwriter working from home, and Harry is his firefighter neighbour who happens to have the cutest dog on Earth.

💎 a garden in bloom by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry [G, 10k]

Louis used to live the quiet sweet life of a small business owner in the English countryside.

Then Harry Styles came along.

💎 Through the Wall (Through the Wall) by @taggiecb [M, 5k]

"We live in adjacent apartment and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room. I'm really sorry oh my God you're naked" AU

💎 Love Mail by @neondiamond [G, 5k]

A week after moving into a new apartment complex, Harry discovers the mailman doesn’t seem to know the difference between numbers 23 and 28. He’s not too mad about it when he finds out just how handsome his neighbour from apartment 28 really is.

Or the one where Harry and Louis keep mistakingly receiving each other’s mail (and also fall in love).

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ladylooch · 10 months

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NAHHHH THE WAY CONNOR IS WRITTEN I KNOW HES SEXY, and such a flirt with lucie.

when all the kids and parents head in for dinner, the three of them, and lios newly acquired women stay on the boat and con and lucie are pretty drunk and make out while floating in the water, lio is preoccupied so he doesn’t notice but one of the girls do

con and lucie making out on the raft

Lio and his newly acquired women ☠️

They're carelessly floating in the lake on a swimming platform. The sun is finally dipping completely below the horizon. The darkness reaches out over the water.

"Hey LuLu, you and Con need to come in soon." Nico yells down. The family rule has always been to get off the lake by dark. "Ay, superstar, you too!" Nico calls to Lio.

"I'm on the dock, bro."

"Listen to your uncle, bro." Timo chrips down. Lio glares at his father, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"We will!" Lucie yells back, rolling over to rest on Connor's chest. She traces the black lines of his tattoo sleeve. "We will go right up to my room."

"What are we going to do there?" Connor asks, large hands coming to grip her butt. He presses her firmly into his lap, savoring the feel of her against him.

"Some of this." She whispers against his mouth. Her tongue trails out, tasting beer and being assaulted by the smell of his sunscreen. "Maybe some of this." She strokes her fingers across his stiffness.

"Don't get me going before I have to walk by your whole family." He warns, but presses his hips up into her hand.

"The water is cool."

"Wow, they're really going at it." One of the new girls says to Lio. He glances over his shoulder at his cousin and teammate. Lucie is completely on top of Connor, shoving her tongue down his throat while the rest of the family sits around the bonfire. He sighs.

"Yeah, they do that. So you heading into town after this?"

#Lio & Lucie

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driftwork · 2 years

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before he...

Occasionally I used to smoke back in the days when I thought I might die, could die at any time. Much like you now. They are standing on the edge of the patio, steps lead down onto the grass in the formal garden. The garden is lit by the houselights, and a string of light bulbs running along the garden walls and the popup bar at the far end of the lawn. The smoker is an American puffing on his cigarette. The end of the cigarette is an incandescent dot glowing red in the dark. It looks to her as if its a red targeting dot resting on his face, a perfect headshot. She feels quite nostalgic at the thought. I hear you leaving the country and going back to the USA tomorrow. He turns and looks at the tall Japanese woman standing next to him, he knows the tattoos have meaning but he doesn't know how to interpret them. Yes, he says. The American is lingering to long, his cigarette with its smoldering point serves as a target, as he looks at her, conscious that her face is bleak with rage, not aware that he is awaiting his fate like an unstoppable bullet from rifle or a handgun - though perhaps it will look like a pure accident, a meteor falling from space, or the spectacle delivering a rare sexually transmitted disease in his last morning in the office that will kill him in a few months time, a passing insect that will sting his driver and cause an accident on the E556, or perhaps he'll be last person gunned down in some war in Eastern Europe. He flicks the cigarette butt out into the dark, a glowing trail that arcs through the air is not merely a dot but the yellow red arc that that erases the dot, a line across the landscape, an empty trail that has no target, the arc itself being the purpose. It lands in a flower bed in a small explosion of sparks. Death does not travel through the dark a bullet striking his chest, passing through his heart and lungs. And you, he asks, what are you here for? She refuses the cigarette he offers. An aspiration seeking a target, I imagine it would be nice to be a good person. She says. She can hear Mathew Shipps fingers tracing a line of sound like the muted quiver of angels wings, á piano line plays in her head. My brother was hurt recently and has returned back home, what's a woman going to do when she identifies the people who shot him and the management figures who thought this was a good idea? So I thought I'd ask you why? She takes the lighter from his fingers using a gesture that she had learnt as a teenager in a dojo in South Shinguko... He tells her, but it is an answer that she knew before he stepped onto the patio.

#everyday practices #capital #ideology and discourse

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russic · 2 years

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Eren Jeager Boyfriend Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Under Cut

SFW

Eren Jeager, the man who would give you the world.

He’s the sweetest boyfriend, but he has a terrible attitude towards other people (because he’s a Aries.)

You’ll constantly remind him to “be nice” or “apologize.” He responds, “Baby, I’m only nice to you.”

VERY OUTGOING. Eren is considered the “life of the party.” He is invited to everything! However, he consistently arrives late and steals the aux cord to play 2000s hits like Mr. Brightside. When he arrives, he’s the man everyone wants to meet. However, if people want to talk to him; they have to talk to you. You’re a package deal.

Never loses a game of Beer Pong. Though the two despise each other, Eren and Jean are partners. After they play (and consecutively win), they part ways and don’t speak to each other. It’s a mutual agreement.

Social stoner. He will offer to share his blunt with you by placing it between your lips.

Owns a ton of grey sweatpants. Typically matches them with Nike socks and high tops. At home, he chooses not to wear shirts. However, if you go anywhere, he puts on a black t-shirt and a flannel.

Also has a chain...

Once you get dressed, Eren will intentionally match you. He won’t purchase any corny t-shirts, but he will correlate the color of your outfits.

RINGS GALORE. Wears a different ring on every finger; excluding his pinky. Each year for Valentine's Day, you’ll purchase him a new one.

Purchased you an “E” necklace to wear.

When you aren’t wearing it, he asks, “Babe, where is your necklace?”

Eren’s attention is always on you. He immediately stops everything he is doing once you enter the room. One night you two were at Jean’s party; you left with Annie, Mikasa, Sasha, and Hangee to get pizza. Once you returned, the girls went to the kitchen, but you went to the balcony where the boys were smoking. As soon as Eren saw you, he shut down.

“Hold up, Reiner - Hey, baby? Did you have a good time?”

Uses all the pick-up lines he learns on you.

“I’m not a photographer, but I can picture us together, forever.”

He’s always snacking; he hates meals. He indulges in Cool Ranch Dorito’s.

Obsessed with reality television; especially 90 Day Fiancé.

“....Baby Girl Lisa? This woman is 60 years old.”

Enjoys watching the anime’s you love. However, he constantly talks during the episodes.

While watching My Hero Academia, Eren said, “So this is basically the anime version of Sky High?”

Asks you to do your skin care routine on his face.

You never would have guessed, but Eren enjoys reading. His favorite books include Lord of the Flies, Animal Farm, Slaughterhouse Five, and 1984.

Expresses himself through art. Throughout his notebook, he draws small sketches of you doing things around the house.

“I’m getting a tattoo of this one day.”

Adores when you hug him and wrap your legs around his waist. He could hold you there forever.

When Eren’s tired; he pulls you into his lap and buries his head in your neck. After you get comfortable; within minutes he’s asleep. Since he’s sleeping too well, you don’t want to move. He looks so peaceful.

If you’re sad, Eren will sit across from you, press your foreheads together, and stare into your eyes. You’ll proceed to tell him the situation as you lean on each other for support. This action assures you that he will always listen.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, baby. I won’t have all the answers, but I will listen.”

Cuddling is Eren’s favorite! He will lay down; his hands supporting his head. You’ll lay beside him and place your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. If his hands aren’t supporting his head, he traces patterns in your back or rubs your butt.

Will stop the world just to see you smile.

NSFW

CONSTANTLY HORNY.

Eren’s a dominant man who LOVES degrading you in the bedroom.

Has incredible stamina. Eren goes (at least) five rounds before he’s finished.

Remember how much Eren loves rings? Well, he doesn’t take them off. He enjoys watching his rings drip in your spit and cum.

Strongly believes “No Nut November” shouldn’t be a thing.

“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard of.”

Expect A LOT of hickeys! Eren always creates dark purple bruises on your neck, breasts, and thighs.

He gets upset when you cover them in makeup.

He’s the opposite... If you give Eren hickeys, he refuses to cover them. In fact, he wants people to notice them.

At a friendly get-together, Jean, Armin, Connie, Sasha, and Eren sat around playing Call of Duty. Since the thermostat was set at seventy-two, Eren took off his shirt. Noticing movement, Jean looked over. He’s never been so shocked at the display of hickeys and scratches that decorated Eren’s body. “Holy fuck Eren, what do you two do in bed? Abuse each other?”

“I could go into detail, but you’d love that too much; huh, horseface?”

He’s rough; be prepared for bondage, gagging, choaking, and slapping.

Eren’s home screen is a black and white photograph of his hand choaking your neck.

Along with his hickeys, he will proudly show it off to other people.

GOD COMPLEX. He loves nothing more than you sinking to your knees to “worship” him.

Pushes you to the headboard and buries his head between your thighs.

Again, ALWAYS HORNY.

If you’re doing the dishes, Eren will slip his hand into your underwear to pleasure you.

He reminds you, “Don’t miss a spot.”

Once you finish; he shoves his fingers into your mouth ordering, “Taste yourself, slut.”

A HUGE TEASE. If you’re working, Eren will kiss your neck or rub your thighs until you have to pay attention to him.

It’s not your pussy; it’s HIS pussy.

Loves fucking you while you’re wearing his flannels and hoodies.

One of Eren’s biggest desires is to have a threesome with you and Levi.

He keeps this a secret because he doesn’t want Levi to kick his ass again.

Public sex...

At one of Jean’s parties, it appeared as if everyone fell asleep in the living room. This left you and Eren awake... Being highly intoxicated and horny, you didn’t hesitate to sit on Eren’s lap and use his fingers to gain your release. You tried to keep quiet, but your airy moans captured the attention of Jean and Reiner. The two pretended to be asleep, but they couldn’t take their eyes away from your figure.

However, Eren knew they were awake.

Discovers himself randomly holding your breast. He claims, “It calms me down.”

Forces EYE CONTACT. He loves watching your facial expressions twist as you’re being pleasured.

“If you don’t look at me, I’ll leave you to fuck yourself.”

Sure, Eren’s not “soft” during sex, but he’s a big teddy bear after you both have finished.

Will lay beside you, pull you onto him, and play with your hair until you fall asleep.

“Sleep good, baby.”

Once you wake up, Eren will make sure your bruises are okay, and your body is cleaned up.

Yes, this can lead to shower sex...

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Be Bad - A Gilly Lopez/Reader Smut Short.

Bit of Dom!Gilly, anyone?

Words - 629

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The chill in the air snaps against your bare skin like a whip, your body suspended from the rope bindings attached to the large hook hanging from the garage ceiling, his footsteps approaching you from behind. You struggle to reach the ground, the tips of your toes only just about making contact with the concrete, a gloved hand swathed in leather reaching for your hip.

“No struggling.”

He’s usually your cuddly teddy bear, but sometimes, you bring out the grizzly in him. This moment is no exception. “Who’s been a bad girl?”

You know your silence won’t go unpunished, hearing it, the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Just the thought of him taking even one item from his body, even something as innocuous as his belt – or rather not in this situation – has heat radiating between your thighs. What drives it home more is the knowledge of exactly what that belt will be used for.

“Answer me.” Looping the belt over, he grasps it tightly, smacking your butt, the sting biting, sending a hot flush up your spine.

“Me. I have.”

He chuckles a gruff grunt. “Oh, so she admits it, hmm?” Once again, the leather meets your bare flesh, two hard strikes, glimmers charging over your skin like a herd of wild horses. “And what do bad girls get?”

“The belt.”

His breath is hot at your shoulder, his imposing, heavily tattooed bulk pressing against your back, the feel of his shirtless chest sinful, a hot flush misting through you. “That’s right, princess. You get the belt, until that ass is so fuckin’ sore, you won’t even be able to sit down.” Moving back, you hear the erotic creak of leather upon leather, knowing what he’s doing, Gilly wrapping the belt around his hand, shortening the free length, the lash of it striking against your goosepimpled skin, again and again, until your moans deepen, lost in the rush of endorphins.

You hear the belt clatter onto the floor, Gilly walking around to face you, biting onto the tip of the middle finger on his glove, pulling his hand from within as he stands so close, your foreheads touch, his hand pushing between your legs. Leaning back, he arches an eyebrow, holding his fingers up, coated in your dew. “I think you enjoyed that too much, didn’t you?” He pushes them against your mouth, your lips parting, sucking them with a wet, needy hug.

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, eyeing him with scorching want.

“That pretty little pussy always does get soaking when you get spanked, don’t it?”

“It does, you’re right, big fella.” Reaching for your neck, he strokes circles across your skin, feeling his edges catch light from the fire in your eyes. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

“What am I gonna do?” He begins to grin, hands snaking beneath your thighs, lifting you right up until he has you balanced on his upper arms, your legs dangling over each thick shoulder, his mouth level with your soaking slit. “Imma do what I always do, mi amor. Imma make it even fuckin’ wetter.”

A firm drag of his tongue has you grasping at your rope restraint, your head tipping back, a bliss filled sigh fluttering from your mouth. Sometimes, it’s worth being bad, just so you can have him reward you by being good, feel his rough beard grate against your tender folds, eat you like a starving animal, have you gush against his mouth.

“You gonna be my good girl now?” he asks, tongue snaking back and forth over your clit.

“I always am, Gilly. Because let’s face it, even when I’m bad, I’m still good, aren’t I?”

He hums around a mouthful of your cunt, sucking you, heat sizzling your veins. “Always, baby.”

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pinkt3aa · 2 years

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cuddle day

geto suguru x reader 𖤐

contains-inappropriate language, no pronouns mentioned for reader, 420 words

The smell of coffee brewed from the kettle throughout the whole kitchen. Your boyfriends clothes loosely covered your figure as you poured the kettle into a teacup.

“What a lovely sight to wake up to”

Suguru cooed wrapping an arm around your waist, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. A smile spread across your lips upon seeing your lover. “Morning to you to sleepy head” you chuckled grabbing the clap of foam and pouring it over the coffees. “Why couldn’t you just lay in bed with me five more minutes” the man pouted placing a kiss on your shoulder making a chill run down your spine.

“I figured you would want coffee when you woke up” shrugging mentally

Nodding Suguru slowly trailed kisses along your neck, leaving a few hickies as well that you didn’t notice. Creating the design of a heart on the coffee foam you held them up admiring them with a grin. Spinning in your boyfriends hold your eyes met his dark orbs as you handed him the glass cup. “Date night tonight?” Sipping the drink

“As always” he reassured with a grin. A ding erupted from your phone making you slide past Suguru and walk toward the cellphone. It was a text message from your boss.

“Goodmorning Y/N the office will be closed today, no need to come!’

Looking up from your phone your face broke out into a grin, happily walking back over to your boyfriend “Change of plans we can cuddle all day babe” setting your mugs into the sink dragging him to your bedroom. As you pulled him his hands remained on your hips from behind. Hopping under the covers a sigh of relief escaped your lips laying your head onto his chest.

“Suguru?”

“Yeah baby?”

“What we’re your first impressions of me” you asked curiously

“Hot and has a big butt” blunt was he not.

Lifting your head up from his chest you glared at Suguru “I can’t tell you how much I want to slap you right now”

Holding his hands up in mock surrender he laughed, “What?! You are hot and have a big butt do you not?”

“Well your right…” simmering down back onto his chest. Kissing your forehead he nodded beginning to run his fingers through his long hair, “So what we’re your first impressions of me?”

“Scary but has a good heart. The scary part only because all the tattoos you have” muttering into his chest. “Oh also a small dick”

“Well would you say it’s small after screaming out my name all night begging for it?” he smirked

“Shut up”

#geto suguru x you #geto suguru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader

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jungkxook · 3 years

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—the love bug. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 20,649 (sorry)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you

⟶ warnings: coarse language, mild violence, jungkook is really shy and cute and dumb bc he’s so smitten, also jungkook’s butt in spandex is nice, needy/clingy sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), face riding, fingering, riding, missionary, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of a fic i had on my old blog!

You see Jungkook every night without fail.

When the sun has set below the distant horizon and plunges the world into a formidable darkness, driving most ordinary civilians to seek shelter in their homes, he stumbles into the café tucked cozily on the corner of a busy street in Lower Manhattan. The concrete city is still very much alive in a harmonious mix of sirens and the hum of cars but is subdued, muffling under the night sky and is most susceptible at this time to misconduct. Usually, at this point of night, the café you work at is nearly empty, save for a few stragglers that huddle tiredly at certain round tables. Most times, these are students from the university you attend just around the bend, whose weary eyes peer over the laptop in front of them as they meticulously work on an essay due the next morning, only fueled by the cup of coffee next to them.

Though you’ve seen Jungkook plenty of times around the campus of your school, he never once enters the café for the sole purpose of late night studying or writing. Instead, as you come to find over the course of many strange nights, Jungkook stumbles in through the doors sometime after 9 p.m., always with one strap of his backpack thrown over his shoulder. He always looks dishevelled, exhausted, as if he has spent the evening running all over the city of New York; and then he plops himself down into a seat by the window, burying his head in his folded arms that lean on the top of the table. Most times he orders a coffee and though he downs it the fastest you’ve ever seen, he is still somehow able to fall asleep at the table. Sometimes, he hardly ever touches the coffee and lets it grow cold as it rests next to him but he always, without a doubt, falls asleep next to it.

You never wake him. Usually, when you work the late night shifts, you are alone for a handful of hours until your next coworker arrives for their shift. You don’t mind the company anyway, even if he sleeps for most of the night. It’s comforting to at least see he’s resting, though you find yourself snickering to yourself as you watch the snoring boy when it’s just you and him alone in the café. Though you have grown up with Jungkook as your next door neighbour as a child, have attended the same schools and been in most classes together from elementary all the way to your freshman year of college now, and have watched one another mature and change, you have never really exactly gotten to know Jungkook as well as you’d like. Typically, your conversations are short and friendly, ranging from you taking his order at the café and spotting him around campus and asking if he knew the answer to a question for the homework assigned to the class you share with him.

This night isn’t any different.

You’ve become eager, always anticipating when Jungkook will walk through the doors of the café and make himself at home as he routinely does. However, just before 9 p.m. on a Thursday night, when the small bell above the door rings to signal a new arrival, you are immediately disappointed to find that it is not Jungkook. Instead, it is a crude muscular man not much older than you with tattoos that litter his arms and a star inked into the left side of his neck. The sight of him causes you to groan inwardly, forces you to straighten your back a little more, hold your chin a little higher. Most nights the café may be occupied by university students, but other nights you are forced to deal with tasteless strangers that try to intimidate you but instead give you an agonising headache.

You have seen this man before, have remembered the star tattoo and the scar just above his right eyebrow. He has come into the café before and has been the source of trouble more often than not. As the man approaches the counter in an imperious stride this time, you notice the smirk that tugs at his lips and feel the foreboding shudder that runs down your spine.

“Evenin’,” You greet. “Can I get you anything?”

The man’s eyes flicker to the menu above the counter, as if he is pondering what to order. He looks back down at you and then leans against the counter, closing the distance between him and you causing you to take a step back.

“How are you doing tonight, sweetheart?” he asks. “Been awhile, huh? Did you miss me?”

Forcing a fixed smile on your face, you reply shortly with, “I’ve been well. Can I get you anything?”

Apparently, the way you repeat your question in a firm manner doesn’t act as well of a hint as you had hoped for the man. He’s smirking wickedly, clearly enjoying the strain he puts you through.

“I know what you can get me, sweetheart,” he drawls. “When do you get off? Maybe we can meet round back and I can show you what a real man is like.”

“No thanks.”

“Playing hard to get, hm?” he muses. “I wonder what else that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”

Though you are appalled, you swallow your nerves and narrow your eyes into a glare. It can tell you to kindly fuck off, you grimace to yourself. Instead, you turn your back to him, pretending to occupy yourself with cleaning the counter as you mumble blankly, “Not interested.”

The man chuckles. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s just a little fun━”

“She said she’s not interested.”

The familiar voice that interrupts the man causes your heart to leap blithely in your chest and makes you realize you have been so caught up with the man by the counter that you hardly noticed the way the bell rings a second time as the newcomer enters the shop. Standing just behind the man is Jungkook, whose carob hair sticks out in messy tufts and weary eyes are laced with an underlying menace. The man looks from you to Jungkook and must assume the confrontation isn’t worth a fight. The smug smile remains on his face even as he shrugs, muttering something along the lines of, “Whatever, man. I was just trying to have some fun.”

Whether or not Jungkook has scared him away, the man relents and retreats to the door of the café, disappearing outside once more. As soon as the door shuts behind him, you come to realize that you are now alone in the café with Jungkook with nothing but the sound of the flat screen t.v that hangs in a corner behind the counter, faintly playing on the news channel.

“You okay?” he asks, catching your attention. “He didn’t do anything, did he?”

“Oh, no. No, I’m fine,” You say. “Thanks for that, by the way. Though I could’ve handled it myself.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I don’t doubt that but it’s nice to get a little help sometimes.”

You smile up at the boy who towers above you and, despite the fatigue that droops his eyes, his pink lips still unfurl into a wide, radiant grin that brightens his face.

“How long are you here for tonight?” he asks.

“Till close. Then I have to head home and put together a powerpoint for psych,” You yawn as if to emphasize your boredom. “What can I get you? The usual?”

Jungkook looks at you as if you are his saving grace. The smile stretches further across his cheeks as he nods. “Please?”

“Will do. Sit tight, I’ll be right over.”

You spin around from behind the counter, almost immediately jumping to work as you rummage through the shelves. When you’re finished making his order that consists solely of a medium black coffee with two sugars and turn back around to face him, you find him seated at a table off to the side, not far from the counter. His backpack lays discarded on the ground by his feet and his elbow rests on top of the surface of the table, his chin nestled in the palm of his hand; his eyes are fixated on the television screen hanging just ahead and, for once upon entering the café past dusk, he doesn’t lack a sense of emotion. Instead, his brows knit in concern as he is engrossed by whatever is happening on the news.

As you approach his table with his coffee in your hand, you crane your neck to look up at the screen and what has seemingly caught his interest. On one side of the screen is a female news reporter in a pink blouse and gray blazer; on the second half of the screen, you see a familiar flash of striking red and blue that swings from building to building from an, albeit, shaky recording from a passerby’s phone.

“And in other news,” The woman who speaks has a strong, smooth voice as she stares ahead at the camera with a rather sour look, “the masked mystery man, otherwise known as Spider-Man, was spotted earlier this morning when he put a stop to a robbery in an apartment in Queens just before noon. Though most would argue that Spider-Man is New York’s very own masked hero, the New York City Police Department are still searching for the identity of whom they call a vigilante, saying he is causing mayhem in━”

“Some guy, huh?” You muse pensively, sliding the coffee onto the counter next to Jungkook. “This spider guy or whatever.”

The boy in front of you glances down meekly at the coffee and back up at you. His eyes flicker to the screen hanging in the corner once more. “You mean Spider-Man?”

Nodding, you say, “Yeah. He comes out of nowhere two years ago and now he’s everywhere. What do you think of him helping with all this dangerous crime stuff?”

“Ah, well, that’s his thing,” Jungkook says, shrugging. “If he couldn’t handle it, he wouldn’t be helping solve a lot of the city’s crimes. I think he’s pretty cool, y’know, for a masked guy. I definitely don’t think he’s a vigilante or━ or a criminal.”

“You talk about him as if you know him,” You giggle.

Jungkook’s eyes widen for a split second and then he’s furiously shaking his head. “Know him? No, no, of course not! I’m just a… Just a big fan ━ and an even bigger fan of Iron Man.”

He picks up the coffee next to him and lifts it to his mouth for a quick sip, nearly burning his tongue but swallowing his curses.

“I like him,” You confess at long last. “He’s interesting. I think he’s just what we need at a time like this.”

Just then, the bell above the door rings once more and a small group of friends wander into the shop, each carrying backpacks and heavy textbooks. They sit at a table off in the corner and you sigh as you look back down at Jungkook.

“That’s my cue,” You say. “Gotta go, but have a good night, okay? And, Jungkook? You really should get some more sleep.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to respond but you are already turning away and so he sits back in his seat, defeated once more. He watches as you stride happily to the group of friends sitting at a table to take their order, your hair bouncing slightly under the fluorescent lights. He folds his arms over the top of his table and buries his head in them, though he sneaks one last glance up at you. Despite his eyes itching with sleep, he pries them open just a second longer to watch you smile as you speak with the students and it is the last thing he sees before he slips off into a light and contented sleep.

As you step out into the cool, early Autumn night and shut the door of the café behind you to lock it, the single thought most prominent in your mind is sleep.

You’re exhausted, but the homework still waiting to be completed in your home is the only thing that pushes you to stay awake. You hurry to fish the store keys out of your coat pocket and, with a euphonious chime, use them to lock the front door, ignoring the way the cold breeze nips at your cheeks. You grasp the collar of your coat tighter around your body and then hike the strap of your own bag further up your shoulder as you turn to walk away.

Jungkook had fallen asleep as per usual after your short conversation with him and then vanished an hour some time before you closed, waving a final farewell to you. The rest of your night had been rather slow, with only two more customers entering the café until each person left to venture back out into the cold and leave you alone. To finally be freed from the confinements of the café has you breathing in the crisp air in a deep breath. Exhaling placidly, you cross the street and begin making your way toward your one bedroom apartment which is only a fifteen minute walk away from both the café and your school.

You aren’t quite sure how long you have been walking for when you begin to notice the sound of footsteps behind you. In fact, if you had been listening more intently since the second you left the café, you would be able to recall the fact that these same heavy footsteps had been following along behind you since then. You don’t necessarily see the problem at hand just yet, thinking it to be just another innocent passerby who is coincidentally walking the same way as you. After all, New York City has a tremendously huge population.

You take a left, turning the corner of the street to continue along the path to your home. The only light that illuminates the way are the silvery wisps from the moon that hangs high in the night sky and the flickering street lamps that you pass occasionally. You take another left and strain your ears and hear the sound of footsteps again. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe it was just a random passerby, but most cities weren’t foreign to that of strange stalkers. Holding your breath, you slowly glance over your shoulder at the figure who has been following you and spot a man just a few paces away, the hood of his sweater drawn over his head.

You immediately turn back around, eyes wide as panic begins to settle in. You take another left, then a right, cross the street and retrace your steps back towards the café and each time you hear the heavy footsteps; each time they quicken in pace as does yours. You hadn’t even realized how briskly you were walking until you glance over your shoulder for a second time and see the man once more. Suddenly, you turn a sharp corner and race ahead before coming across an empty and darkened alleyway. You slip into its shadows, your heart hammering wildly against your chest and in your ears, and continue to walk until the brick wall at the very end of the alleyway comes into view. A dead end.

You turn back around and begin walking forward before freezing suddenly. If you go back out there, that man could still be lurking; if you stay in the alleyway, you could hide until you think it’s safe. Your eyes flicker around for something to cower behind and just before you notice the dumpster off to the side, you see a shadow in the corner of your eye. Turning around, you come face-to-face with the hooded man who is all but blocking your path to freedom. Except now, you’re able to stare into his face past the silhouette that his hood draws on his features. Now, you can see the star tattoo on his neck, the scar above his right eyebrow and an image of the man from the café only hours ago flashes across your eyes.

“You,” You gasp. “What do you want from me?”

Behind his hood, you can see him smirk slyly. “I just want to chat to you, babe. What are you doing all by yourself out here?”

Your eyes narrow into a scrutinizing glare. You step forward to walk around him but he grabs onto you, his arm snaking around your waist as he drawls, “Not so fast. I’ve been meaning to get you alone like this.”

Just as you open your mouth to shout out for help, the noise of sudden scuffling in the alley causes the man to stop. It comes with the rustling of the wind and could have easily been mistaken for the sound of a trash can falling over or paper tumbling loosely but it is also unmistakable the sound of footsteps. The man must notice something before you do as he squints further into the alleyway, muttering a small, “What the hell━”

“Come on, dude, that’s seriously no way to treat a girl!”

The foreign voice that drifts into the alleyway seems to startle not only yourself, but the man in front of you. His grip loosens on you slightly as he cranes his neck to look amongst the shadows.

“Well, anyone, for that matter.”

The stranger’s voice is youthful, most likely belonging to a boy around your age. It is oddly calm and nonchalant despite the situation that is unfolding before him, and then he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. As your eyes flicker open, you follow the source of the sound towards the blocked end of the alleyway still veiled by the darkness. Had this person always been there or had they really materialized out of thin air?

“Who’s there?” The man in front of you grunts. “Why don’t you mind your own business?”

“And why don’t you pick on somebody your own size?” The voice retaliates. He pauses as if he is waiting for an answer and then he is speaking up again. “Let me guess. You’re gonna tell me to screw off or something right? God, you guys are always so predictable and yet you never make it any easier for me.”

The man scowls, his hand drops from your throat as he turns to the looming darkness and hisses gruffly, “Mind your own business, punk━”

Before he can carry on, something flings out of the darkness and lands on the man’s face in a blink of an eye. He immediately lets go of you, grunting in confusion and flailing his arms about. As you drop to the ground, you subsequently bang your head hard against the brick wall and groan in pain, though you’re able to catch a glimpse of what the man is trying so desperately to claw off his face before your vision goes blurry. It is something thin and wispy, made of silver glistening strands that resembles, oddly enough, a spider’s web. As the man fumbles into the darkness, arms swinging clenched fists wildly about.

“Over here!” The boy taunts. “Missed me again! You know, you’re not very good at this.”

You struggle to climb to your feet, clutching your head in agony as you squint into the darkness. From where you are, you can only see the man fumbling around uselessly, the other figure still concealed by the darkness. As you attempt to get a better look, you hear the boy grunt in pain and catch sight of the man just after he had swung his fist into this person’s face, while his other hand had successfully been able to finally rip the mesh off his face.

“Okay, ow, that hurt,” The boy admits.

But before he or the man can continue on, you’re springing forward, mustering all your strength and courage into one impromptu movement. You grab your bag that had been discarded on the ground, heavy with a few school textbooks you had brought with you; you clutch it tightly, race up behind the man, and swing it hard at his head. His actions come to a sudden halt, he staggers forward, and immediately collapses to the ground, unconscious. Then finally, plunged into the darkness of the alleyway, you slowly look up to face the eye of your helper and are met, instead, with a flash of red and blue.

Standing before you, adorned head to toe in a tight suit is none other than the mysterious masked vigilante. He’s much taller in person than you expected, and much more muscular too, though with his face hidden beyond a mask, you can’t say much else about him. Instead, you gasp as you stare up at him in astonishment.

“Hey, nice hit!” he says, an apparent grin in his voice. “That was pretty awesome━”

“It’s you!” You exclaim.

“Me?” He seems confused at first but then he’s straightening up. “Oh, right, right. It’s me! Just, uh, your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. Rescuing damsels in distress is kinda my thing.”

Your amusement for the mysterious hero is quick to fade, however, in wake of the throbbing pain on your head. It makes you aware of the fact that your knees have since grown weak, your mind spinning. When you take a step forward, you are suddenly faint and stumble over your feet, tripping to the ground. Before you can hit the pavement, the boy swoops forward and into view, catching you swiftly in his arms and holding you up.

“Hey, hey, stay with me,” he says. “Oh man, we gotta get you home. Can you tell me where you live?”

You can feel your lips moving in response, most likely informing him foolishly of the apartment complex you live in. Though this boy has been noted on performing acts of bravery and fighting against crime, he’s still a stranger ━ and, even more warily so, a complete enigma. There was no reason to trust him, despite him helping you only minutes ago, but in that moment you are weak and exhausted. In the very next second, you find yourself slipping off into a deep and tranquil slumber.

When you awaken the next morning, you are first greeted to the bright light of the sun that licks at your cheeks and warms your face. You note the soft plush of the mattress under you, the soft breeze that ruffles your hair, and when you pry your eyes open, you find yourself laying on the bed in your room; your window opened. Just when you begin to think the night before was all just some elaborate dream, you feel the slight tinge of pain in the back of your head and, despite it all ━ despite the pain and despite the memory strange man who had followed you ━ you smile softly at the thought of the boy in red and blue.

The next time you see Jungkook is on that Thursday.

Truthfully, you’ve been eager to find him around campus if only to tell him about your encounter with New York’s masked hero. You hadn’t told many people, safe for your closest friends, though you’re keen to see Jungkook’s reaction as you’ve learned he’s a fan of this spider guy. Wednesday is the only day you have a class with him and so as soon as the boring lecture for your anthropology class is finished, you spot him striding casually out the door and catch up to him just as he’s walking down the smooth pavement of the campus sidewalk.

Word, however, seems to spread fast amongst the friends in your year and whereas you only told one of your friends on that previous Friday about your encounter in the alleyway, Jungkook has already heard the story through misconstrued words at least a dozen times, through whisperings of people that aren’t even your friends. It’s a novelty, apparently, to witness something like this strange masked man. But, naturally, Jungkook is rather surprised when he hears your familiar dulcet voice calling his name.

“Jungkook!”

He whirls around to face you and smiles as he sees your figure walking towards him, adorned in leggings and a baggy school shirt to match the evening’s warm weather. You’re smiling at him, almost as radiantly as the sun that it almost quite literally blinds him as he doesn’t seem to notice the other girl walking just in front of him. He bumps into her before he can step out of the way and hastily apologizes before turning back to you only to see you giggling.

“What can I do for you on this fine evening?” he asks as you approach.

“I’ve been meaning to find you since Friday,” You say. “You’ll never believe what happened on Thursday.”

“I’ve been hearing it all week since then.”

“You have? Who told you?”

This causes Jungkook to chuckle lightly. He hikes the usual one strap of his backpack further up his shoulder as the two of you begin to walk again, “Y/N, everyone’s been talking about it. I guess no one can keep their mouth shut anymore. So tell me: what was this Spider-Man guy like?”

A small smile stretches across your face at the name, your teeth instinctively biting down on your lower lip in an attempt to hide in. Was it just Jungkook or did he see the slightest of pink pinch at your cheeks? When you look back up at him, your eyes are shimmering.

“Honestly?” You reply sheepishly. “I think I’m crushing on him pretty hard.”

Jungkook nearly chokes. When he speaks next, his voice is slightly higher than usual, so he clamps his mouth shut, clears his throat, and tries again. “You don’t say? He must be a real charmer then. Do you, uh, even know him well enough to crush on him?”

“It’s strange,” You remark. “You’re right ━ I don’t even know him and yet I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since then. I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all, huh?”

“What even happened?” Jungkook asks.

“Remember that guy you scared away Thursday night? I got into some trouble with him━ but don’t worry!” You throw in the last few words when you see Jungkook’s brows scrunch in concern. “Spider-Man came before anything could happen. He saved me. I owe him my life at this point.”

Jungkook notes the dreamlike tone in your voice and when he glances down at you, you’re smiling blissfully down at your scuffed Converse shoes. It’s mesmerizing to see you so content and jubilant, beaming like the sun once more that hangs in the clear cerulean blue sky. He inhales a deep breath of fresh air, smells the wafting nodes of freshly ground coffee somewhere in the distance, and exhales slowly.

Nervously rubbing the back of his neck, he looks over at you once more and asks, “Hey, um, so for that anthro project we have to do ━ I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to be partners for it?”

Your eyes light up at the proposition and you nod enthusiastically. “Sure thing. I’d love that, actually. Maybe we can meet up this Sunday to plan everything out and see who’s doing what?”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Just then, you hear the familiar sound of your friend calling your name. You glance ahead where your eyes land on a group of girls sitting on a nearby bench and you wave at them. They gesture you over and you skip ahead a few paces, turning to look at Jungkook. He smiles as he nods.

“Sorry,” You apologize sheepishly. “But Sunday at the café at noon?”

“Sounds like a date.” Jungkook reddens suddenly at the way he words his thoughts and stammers to correct himself. “Not a date! Work date. Uh━”

“It’s a date,” You giggle. “See you!”

Then you’re rushing off to join your friends, leaving Jungkook alone once more. He sighs in your wake, shakes his head at himself, and grudgingly walks away.

That night you can hardly sleep.

You blame it on the stress that comes with being a student, constantly under the strain of a multitude of assignments and upcoming tests. When the clock strikes half past one in the morning just as you are finishing typing up the last sentence of a seven page essay on your laptop (seated at your desk, where you have been for the past few hours), you decide you need a break before you go absolutely insane. Shrugging on a simple cardigan, you tiptoe out of your room, down the corridor to the elevator, ignoring the way your joints that have stiffened in place stretch in a satisfying pop. You’re stumbling out and onto the roof of your apartment building in no less than five minutes, emerging out into the open night.

It isn’t terribly cold and, after inhaling a deep breath of the refreshing air, you sigh in relief and you walk to the concrete barrier at the very edge of the roof and lean against it. Gazing out at the vibrant and lively concrete and glass buildings and skyscrapers alike that build the city of New York, with each window illuminated by a warm glow of light, seems to give you a sense of peace. You can hear the hum of cars, a distant sound of sirens, the occasional honk, and the thump of bass from somewhere in the distance to your left, all amassing into the rhythmic pulse of the city; across from you, in the building complex on the other side of the street, you can see silhouetted figures of perhaps caffeinated students or late night lovers. The sky is empty, blank and dull as it stretches on over the entirety of the city, but you can see the moon, brightly shining in all its glory, bold and proud amongst the artificial light.

A slight breeze disrupts the stillness of the roof, rustles your hair, followed by the looming feeling of not being alone. You hear the sound of footsteps landing softly on the ground and turn around slowly, casting your gaze across the seemingly empty rooftop. But you see it ━ or rather, him ━ in the shadows near the door a bit further off. It’s strange how calm you are in the moment but the presence doesn’t exactly feel intimidating to you ━ especially when you notice the flash of red and blue.

“You again?” You ask humorously.

“Sorry if I scared you.” The voice that carries with the wind towards you is familiar, youthful. “Definitely not my intention.”

“I’m not scared,” You say. “If I can recall amongst your many gritty crime fighting, you saved a cat stuck in a tree a while back.”

The boy chuckles. “Ah, well, just all a part of the job.”

“What are you doing here?” You take a step toward him and hear him retreat further into the darkness.

“Well, you’re probably going to call me weird and insane,” he says, “but I just wanted to check on you. You were pretty out of it when I dropped you off at your place.”

“You’re not stalking me now, are you?”

“No way!” he says. “I was just, y’know, in the neighbourhood. I was actually about to call it a night when I passed your apartment and then I saw you up here. Must be fate, huh?”

“Fate sure is weird,” You muse pensively, pursing your lips. You pause, squinting your eyes into the darkness. “Thanks, by the way. For helping me that night and bringing me back. Is there anyway I can repay you?”

“Repay me? Oh, no, no!” he says. “That’s not what this is all about, I promise. What I do is for the city and for the people. I can sleep better at night knowing thugs like that guy are being taken care of properly.”

“That’s a pretty commendable thing to do,” You say. “You gotta be pretty brave to put yourself in danger each night.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

There’s a smirk in his voice that stretches his words into a confident and smug drawl. You, in turn, smile bashfully. You look down at your shoes and then back up at the shadows.

“Can you step out of the dark?” You ask. “I want to see you.”

“Ah, but then that’ll ruin the mystique,” he points out. “And where’s the fun in that?”

You shake your head at him, pearly white teeth gnawing down on your lower lip to hide the smile that tugs at your mouth. You pull your cardigan tighter around your torso, ignoring the distant sound of a wailing siren.

“Maybe I’ll see you again,” he says. “I have to go but it was a pleasure meeting you━ uh, what was your name again?”

“I never told you,” You say. “And if I do, it’ll ruin the mystique, won’t it? Where’s the fun in that?”

He laughs into the night, a sound so genuine and amiable. “Fair enough. Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, despite the terrible circumstances. Try to stay out of trouble, okay? And get some sleep!”

You can hear him moving, as if preparing to leave. You step forward, mouth opening to stop him, but then he is gone, the sound of feet leaping into the air the last thing you hear from him. By the time you rush to the other side of the roof and look around frantically for any sight of him, you spot the mysterious vigilante as a tiny speck soaring from building to building. You smile as you watch him disappear amongst the horizon, bleeding into the glow of lights until he is gone, becoming one with the city altogether.

The days pass in a very typical blur.

Sunday comes and goes much too fast where both you and Jungkook work diligently for a few hours at the café before the rest of the week goes by. You hardly see Jungkook except for at night, as always past 9 p.m., when he stumbles wearily into the café and plops down in his usual seat. And, with the days passing as usual, there are still the consistent reports of sightings of this mysterious Spider-Man. Though you seem to go about your routinely oblivious days, you are all Jungkook is able to think about. You are all he usually thinks about these days, anyway, and all he is thinking about that very Wednesday when he’s supposed to be hanging out with Taehyung.

It isn’t uncommon to see Jungkook with Taehyung around campus. They have, after all, been best friends since the moment they met in their small daycare they attended together. Taehyung is more than accustomed with Jungkook’s habits and knows the boy in and out, including every secret and every crush he’s ever had (which, for the most part, has been you). That Thursday afternoon they are both sitting at the park just across from campus where most students from the school spend their time. Jungkook’s perched on the edge of the large concrete water fountain in the middle of the bustling meadow, with Taehyung reclining on his back, basking in the sun with a bag of chips on his stomach. They both spot you walking by with a friend and wave at Jungkook which causes Taehyung to roll his eyes.

“Dude,” he sighs, exasperated. “Just ask her out already. She already said she’s crushing on you.”

Jungkook looks down at his friend and shakes his head. “No, she said she’s crushing on Spider-Man. Not me.”

Taehyung, who was in the middle of shoving a handful of chips in his mouth, stops suddenly. He pushes himself up, nearly dropping the bag of chips, eyes wide as he stares at Jungkook in utter disbelief.

“Are you kidding me, dude?” He asks incredulously. “You’re the same person, you idiot.”

“But she doesn’t know that,” Jungkook explains calmly. “As far as she knows, Spider-Man is this cool dude and I’m just… I’m just me. Jungkook. Boring and not charming.”

“So then tell her the truth,” Taehyung says. “Y’know, use yourself as your own wingman.”

As he shoves another handful of chips into his mouth, Jungkook shakes his head once more. He’s already thought of this idea plenty of times before but it’s not as easy as it seems. The responsibility that comes with putting on that mask each night is followed by even greater risks for the people he’s around. Telling you the truth could only end in one way, anyway.

“I can’t do that,” Jungkook says. “What if I tell her and she’s let down?”

Taehyung would shake his head disapprovingly at his friend this time and mumble something along the lines of, “You think too much.”

And while that may be true in Jungkook’s case, Taehyung just wouldn’t understand. There is a reason Taehyung is the only person who knows about Jungkook’s secret and he is already endangering the life of his friend. To tell anyone else would only result in a much more terrible outcome for not only the people around him, but Jungkook himself. Still, though, as Jungkook settles back on the edge of the fountain and looks in the direction of the path you had vanished along, there is an inkling of a voice in the back of his mind that nags him, urges him, to tell you.

Jungkook sighs. He finds it ironic that anytime he puts on the red mask and flings himself into perilous danger, he is always confident, never once wavering, and yet when he is just himself, just another mundane passerby, that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit suddenly pales in comparison.

If only he could be so brave without that mask.

On Friday evening well into the night when what little stars you can see in the polluted sky begins to blend with the glowing light from building windows as far as the eye can see you find yourself at an overcrowded and clamorous party. You had been more than content with spending the start of your weekend not working but, upon entering the party, you find yourself not nearly enjoying the time as well as you had hoped you would. You’ve long since lost sight of your friends and the guy standing in the corner of the living room who had been eyeing you for most of the night had most certainly not helped with your mood ━ and, if anything, turned you off from drinking.

Albeit still slightly buzzed from the few drinks you had earlier been bestowed in the quintessential red solo cup that defines every high school and college party you’ve been to, you stumble out onto the balcony of one of the rooms for a breath of fresh air and are startled to find you aren’t alone when you spot the figure of a young man leaning against the railing.

“Oh, shit, sorry. Didn’t know anyone was out here━”

As the figure turns around, you are relieved and thrilled to see it’s Jungkook. You stop yourself, clamping your mouth shut, and smile up at him with a dainty hand on your hip. A look of recognition dawns on his face at the sight of you, his own lips tugging into a friendly grin.

“That’s okay,” he says. “Feel free to join me on the balcony of escaped party attendees ━ because I assume that’s what you’re doing? Escaping?”

You push yourself forward to the railing, standing beside him as he turns back around to face the city. “I just needed a break from it all. You? I gotta say I’m pleasantly surprised to see you here.”

He flashes you a sheepish smile, resting his arms atop the railing and leaning forward. “Exactly. Parties aren’t really my scene. My friend, Taehyung, dragged me out here but this balcony seems to be my favourite place.”

“Well, if it means anything,” You tell him, “I’m glad you came.”

When you look at Jungkook, you find him already gazing at you, his lower lip tucked between his teeth. His carob eyes crinkle with the smile on his face and he finds himself still staring at you even long after you have turned away to stare up at the sky. It’s a surprisingly warm night, though you silently thank yourself for throwing on the denim jacket you’re wearing earlier in the day whenever a cool breeze breaks through the city.

“It’s kind of sad, isn’t it?” You say after a while. “That we can’t see the stars from the city. That’s why I like camping. Star-gazing and watching the sunrise are two of my favourite things. It kind of keeps me humble in a way.”

“That’s an interesting way of thinking about that,” Jungkook says. “Sometimes I get so carried away by being in the city; it’s kind of nice just to slow things down once in a while.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way,” You crane your neck to cast a steady gaze across the towering buildings in the near distance. “The city can be pretty beautiful, too, though.”

“You think so?”

“Of course,” Your eyes twinkle playfully at a sudden thought that seems to warm your face. “And some of the people help make it beautiful. Like that spider guy. What he’s doing for the city is incredible.”

“Ah, right. Spider-Man.” The words leave Jungkook in a small exhale. “You must really like him, huh?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“I can name a few. Like the police.”

“They’re just scared of him because he’s doing their job better than they ever could.”

Jungkook chuckles lightly. He shakes his head as he looks down at his clasped hands and the calluses on his fingers from past tribulations. It’s silent again, in which time the thump of bass from the party ensuing behind you two fills the air, followed by a burst of vigorous chanting and cheering from within.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Jungkook asks suddenly, his voice timid.

“Go ahead.”

Jungkook pauses, thinking. He seems to struggle with forming his thoughts into words as he remains silent for a second too long. “Okay, let’s say I know this person really important to me, and let’s say I have this thing ━ this equally as important thing ━ that I really want to tell them. The thing is, I can’t just do that because if I do, I’m afraid that this person will be let down. What do you think I should do?”

You’re quiet as you ponder his words, looking pensively down at the city below.

“Well,” You hum slowly, “what’s the point in hiding behind a fake front the whole time? It’s kind of like hiding behind a mask your whole life, right? And I think life is too short for that because, before you know it, it’ll be too late. What if you don’t tell this person and you end up regretting it for the rest of your life? I don’t know. Sometimes I think that you just meet the right person in life who’s worth that risk.”

Jungkook turns to look at you and suddenly your eyes meet in a steady, thoughtful gaze. His own stare softens at whatever sort of thoughts flood his mind and you wonder if his eyes have always been that shimmering. His tousled dark brown locks flitter slightly in the breeze, his pink lips parted ever so slightly. You open your mouth to speak, uttering his name in a euphonious whisper.

“Jungkook, I━”

But your voice is cut off abruptly by the influx sound of wailing sirens down below that convey some sort of grim situation unfolding somewhere in the formidable darkness of the night. Both you and Jungkook press yourselves over the railing, squinting down at the crowded streets below just in time to see a flash of blinking red lights and a mass of both police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks. From somewhere in the background from within the party, you can hear a voice exclaiming, “Dude, there’s a fire around the corner from here! The whole street is blocked off.”

“No way. What the hell happened?” Another voice asks.

You exchange a wary glance with Jungkook before slipping back into the party. A small group has formed around the t.v. in the living room, on which is playing the local news and showcasing a burning apartment building, the vicious orange flames of which billow out of opened windows and all but consume the top floor as clouds of gray and black smoke invade the night sky. There’s a reporter talking fast into the camera, describing in detail what had happened to the building on a nearby street, but your eyes can only stay fixated on the monstrous flames. You don’t realize Taehyung has somehow found both you and his friend and is standing behind the other boy, watching the news unfold before him. Unbeknownst to you, his stare flickers nervously to Jungkook and then━

“Shit,” Jungkook curses suddenly. “I gotta go.”

You turn to look at him curiously. “Go where? It’s midnight on a Friday.”

“I completely forgot I had to pick my aunt up from the subway,” he says. “She works the late night shifts and I can’t let her walk alone in the dark like this. I’ll see you both later! Let me know what happens with the fire.”

Taehyung, who seems more than accustomed to Jungkook’s abrupt pardon of his presence, nods. “Will do.”

The boy is already a few feet away from you, rushing toward the front door of the room, but you stop him before he can slip out of your reach entirely.

“Wait, Jungkook!” You call out. He spins around to look at you almost immediately, a look of panic on his face. “Don’t forget we have to meet up at the library on Sunday to work on the project.”

“Got it,” he says, raising his two forefingers to his forehead in a mock salute. He turns back around and begins bounding towards the door, giving you two one last wave. “See you later!”

The door slams shut behind him and the party, despite the group crowded around the t.v., carries on in a cacophonous sound of drunken yelling and dumb music, completely and utterly oblivious. You let out a sigh as you turn back to the t.v., noting Taehyung’s presence still beside you. He takes a satisfying sip of whatever beverage is occupying the red cup in his hand and nods.

“That’s Jungkook for you,” he says. His voice is a tired sigh, dispirited almost, as he thinks of the boy that has been his friend since freshman year of highschool. Just before he turns away, you hear him muttering, “Always putting others before him.”

You don’t see Jungkook that Sunday.

Whether or not he had entirely blown you off or had simply forgotten, you wait and wait in complete silence in the school library for nearly three hours as every call and every text you send to his phone goes otherwise unnoticed or ignored. It is entirely unlike Jungkook to completely vanish and though you want to be mad, you are more disappointed than anything else. You spend your time at a table by yourself, books and papers sprawled out before you, as you try to work diligently on the last piece of writing you need for the assignment to be complete whilst trying to not let your eyes wander to the time on the clock hanging on the wall opposite you but to no avail.

In a corner above the front desk, you see a t.v. propped on the wall that plays the silent image of the news as they recall the events from that Friday at the burning building. Fortunately, that spider guy had arrived before any casualties could happen and you watch, for the third time since Friday, as the recording footage shows the red and blue hero swinging defiantly into the wall of fire and pulling various residents from the fire. A duo of girls sitting next to you croons dreamily over the masked man, especially as they witness him emerging from the fire with a small and unscathed Corgi dog in his hands that, you admit, is rather admirable.

On Wednesday night, you find yourself stuck in the sparkling confinements of the café bound to the six hour shift you were in the midst of completing. It’s surprisingly busy for a day in the middle of the week, though you assume that’s only because each customer is in a rush to seek refuge from the surprisingly cold evening. You hadn’t even been thinking about Jungkook when he makes himself known in the café some time after 9 p.m. You hear the bell ring above the door, feel a short gust of shocking wind, before it shuts behind him. When you look up instinctively to greet the newcomer and lay your eyes on the boy, your words fall short.

You watch as he stumbles forward, his feet practically dragging behind him in worn up Converse shoes. He looks exhausted ━ even more so than usual ━ and judging by his dishevelled hair and crumpled clothes and the way he seems to walk in a daze as if he is in another world, you assume he hasn’t slept in a while. He still hauls his backpack with one strap slung over his shoulder that he drops lazily to the ground beside a table before he plops himself down into the seat with a groan in one swift motion. What’s most strange are the blossoming bruises on his neck and the fresh cut on the highest point of his left cheekbone.

You hate that you’re so weak for that boy; that even though he completely ignored you, you still pity him. Wondering what sorts of trouble he’s been finding himself in lately, you pour him a cup of steaming black coffee and walk towards his table. He hardly even notices you as his head is buried in his folded arms atop the table, though he peeks up past his bangs when you slide the coffee beside him.

“I’d hate to see the other guy,” You hum.

His eyes brighten at the sight of you and he pushes himself up, raking a hand through his unkempt hair in a poor attempt to fix it. “Y/N━”

“Where were you, Jungkook?” You ask sternly, suddenly. “On Sunday? I waited for you for over three hours. I called you and texted you and you completely ignored me. You could have at least gotten back to me. I had to finish the rest of the assignment by myself.”

His brow creases with concern, his stare softening apologetically. He leans forward, suddenly helpless.

“I’m sorry,” he stammers. “I━I didn’t mean to━ Something came up.”

“Whatever, Jungkook,” You sigh. “It’s fine. I can’t stay and chat but I’ll have you know I already handed the assignment in online. You’re welcome. Oh, and the coffee’s on the house. You look like crap.”

You spin on your heel and march away to help another customer before Jungkook can even try to talk to you. He watches as you slip from his grasp, a frown scrunching up your face that is forced to soften as you approach another table. He collapses against his chair and groans inwardly, rubbing his hand over his aching and swollen face. He knows you’re mad at him but he can’t quite tell if you’ll stay like that for long. He doesn’t blame you anyway, but he couldn’t just tell you where he had gone or what had happened. Could he?

It’s much to his dismay that you don’t talk to him the next day, or on Tuesday, or on Wednesday, or on Thursday. He tries to find you around campus but he is always too late and, instead, finds you slipping away from him each time. He pops into the café a few nights and though you work both nights, it’s still much too busy to actually talk to you and so he, doing what he does best, falls asleep at the table as he silently broods. Whether or not it’s your anger purposely driving you further from him or simply life intervening, Jungkook wants nothing more than to apologize ━ if he can even get close enough to you to do so.

Finding yourself on the rooftop of your apartment building isn’t uncommon. Most of your free time is spent up there, either watching the night sky or gazing at the busy city under a cerulean blue sky and golden sun. That Friday night is no different. With no homework and no social gathering to devote yourself to, you sneak off to the roof and position yourself in just a spot where you can see the towering buildings of each borough in each direction you cast your gaze. You would have been content falling asleep up there, with nothing but the sound of the distant hum of cars to lull you and the view of the moon and window lights that act as the metropolis’s stars.

You all but lose track of time, unaware of whether or not you have been there for minutes or hours but you don’t entirely mind. You would be lying, too, if you denied that there was some sort of inkling of hope in you that hoped maybe you would see him again. That is why when you hear the soft plop of feet dropping to the ground moments later, you are not at all startled by the sudden presence, though you are astounded by his arrival, as if on cue. You don’t even need him to speak to know who it is and when you feel the smile ghost along your lips, there is a moment of pause where you question your own sanity for being so happy to see this masked and mysterious man. But he isn’t at all a mystery at this point when you feel as if you’ve acquainted yourself with him well enough.

“You shouldn’t be out here all alone,” The voice that drifts through the shadows of the roof is familiar, gentle. “It’s dark. Who knows who could come up here?”

“Yeah,” You snort. “Wouldn’t want any strangers sneaking up on me ━ or masked vigilantes who seem to be following me.”

You turn to look at him but are greeted with nothing except emptiness. He lingers somewhere in the darkness and you squint your eyes, desperately trying to spot him. He laughs, the sound so silvery and smooth like honey.

“Someone’s following you?” he replies tauntingly. “Do I have to deal with them again?”

“Why are you always hiding in the dark?”

The sudden question seems to cause him to hesitate. It’s silent before you hear his voice wander over to you.

“To add to the mystique?” he says.

“Now that’s suspicious. Maybe I should call the police on you.”

“They would never be able to catch me.”

“Someone’s cocky,” You take a step toward the darkness, in the direction of the sound of his voice. “Did the fame get to you already?”

You hear him take a step back from you and it, subsequently, causes you to linger. You wait before stubbornly pushing yourself forward once more.

“What fame? People want to lock me up.”

“And most people are in love with you. I overheard a few girls gushing over you saving that dog from that burning building the other day,” You giggle. “Does it mean anything to you?”

“Ah, well,” You can hear the grin in his voice, can see the silhouette of his figure not too far from you, “I gotta admit the attention is pretty nice. But no one knows who I am without this mask so it doesn’t really matter.”

“How does that make you feel?”

One step forward, another backward. You pause; at this rate, you’ll have chased him all the way to the other side of the roof.

“I don’t mind. It keeps me humble,” he replies. “But it also stops me a lot of the time, y’know? With this mask on, I feel invincible; with it off, I feel useless. But someone pretty important to me once told me that life is too short to constantly hide behind a mask.”

A wide, genuine smile stretches across your face. You take another step forward and this time he stands still. From where you are, you can see the tall and lean figure, adorned in the signature tight red and blue suit.

“That’s pretty smart of them to say.”

“She is pretty admirable. Much braver than I could ever be without this mask.”

He turns around from you before you can reach him. You watch as he casually strides forward a few paces to the barrier behind him, which he props his hands against to lean on. He seems to be lost in thought, perhaps struggling with some sort of inner turmoil. You tiptoe in suit, cautious as you approach him. You can see the muscles that strain from beneath his suit, the heave and fall of his chest.

“Can I know your name?” Your voice is a gentle whisper that carries to him with the wind. “Your real name?”

When he turns around to face you once more, you’re standing only a few feet away from him. You take another step forward, closing the short distance between the two of you and are made aware of how much taller he really is. The way he towers over you is almost comforting, familiar, that no emotionless red mask could cause you to stray. He’s so much more different up close in that suit. He hesitates before he forces himself to speak.

“I think,” he pauses. He swallows thickly, attempting to subdue the quickening race of his heart as he clamps his fingers into his sweaty palms. “I think you already know my name.”

This seems to pique your interest. Quirking a brow and cocking your head to the side, you stare up at the masked face that gazes back down at you. You aren’t entirely sure what compels you to do so, as it could be a complete disaster and not at all what you are expecting, but you slowly, so very slowly, reach up with your hands to grasp gingerly at his face. The red fabric beneath your fingertips is soft and as your digits brush lightly over his covered cheekbones, he hardly moves. For some reason, you can feel your heart hammering against your feeble chest, can hear it in your ears in tandem with the sound of passing traffic down below. His heart is beating just as fast, though he thinks it nearly stops when he feels your fingers begin to gently pull at the neck of his mask, sliding it upward.

The first poke of tanned skin has your heart quickening, your breath hitching in your throat. You tug the mask the rest of the way off and, finally, step back to look at the mysterious masked hero known as Spider-Man.

Jungkook.

It’s Jungkook.

The familiar boy stands before you, his hair a disheveled mess from the mask, his doe eyes even wider now in timid fear as he looks down at you. Everything is him, from his luscious pink lips, to the freckle on his neck, the piercings in his ears, that tiny scar he’s had since he was a child on his cheek. The city lights and moon illuminate him from behind and he seems nervous as he anticipates a reaction but you are much too busy admiring him. Your fingers trace delicately over the fresh scar on his face that he had brandished at the café only a few nights ago. A breath of satisfaction slips past your parted lips and then you’re laughing silently to yourself.

The boy looks dumbfounded at first, and then he quirks a brow. “What’s so funny?”

“I knew it,” You shake your head at nothing in particular, or perhaps the way you continue to giggle.

Jungkook suddenly looks shocked, though he instantly seems to relax. He studies the smile that stretches across your cheeks in awe, brightening your face in all its glory. “How did you know?”

“Well, you’re not exactly that smooth, Jungkook,” You grin. “The late nights coming into the café, always scratched up and always tired as if you’ve ran all over the city; always getting jumpy when you hear police sirens ━ like the night at the party. Not to mention that one time at the café when the news was on and they were talking about a robbery at the bank and hostages being held and you ran right out of there only for Spider-Man to show up on the scene minutes later. It’s all very suspicious, don’t you think?”

He can’t help the laugh that escapes him, a joyous sound of content. He leans against the palm of your hand that is cradling the side of his face with the scar.

“Right,” he sighs. “All very suspicious.”

His stare locks with yours in a steady gaze and neither of you can turn away. His eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky, lingering with it a sense of hope and content. He is mesmerizing, with the city he devotes his time to saving in the horizon beyond him. It’s near impossible to look away, but why would you want to? It happens much like a blink of an eye, a frail beat of your heart; it comes with the passing of a car whizzing by on the streets down below and is as much startling as the sudden breeze that sends chills down your spine.

He begins to lean forward ━ or maybe that was you? Your eyes flutter shut, your anticipation held with a deep breath, until finally your lips meet with his though you hardly have time to relish in it. Almost as soon as your lips touch, he’s pulling away quickly. He doesn’t move too far and his mouth lingers just over yours. His eyes remain fixated on the curl of your lips for a moment too long before he rips them away to meet your hazy gaze.

“Wait,” he hums. “You━ You said you were crushing on Spider-Man. Does that mean you knew this whole time and━ and like me?”

The question is so like Jungkook; so innocent and silly and genuine that it causes a sweet giggle to bubble at your lips. He’s always been so oblivious to these kinds of things and so maybe that’s what pushes you to kiss him next. Your lips lock for a second time and, though it is just as fleeting, you note with joy the softness of his mouth as it folds over yours. You part from him with a breathless gasp, your nose brushing lightly against his as a smile stretches across your face.

“What do you think, bugboy?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, a playful taunt that makes Jungkook smile wide.

He kisses you this time, slow and passionate as if attempting to pour every single one of his emotions and thoughts for you into the single intimate action. His hands grasp at either side of your face, carefully pulling you closer to him to deepen the kiss and you, instinctively, melt against his broad chest. Your fingers trail up the lean muscle of his arms to twine in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging with yearning. His hands fall to your waist, enveloping you in his body, and when he parts from you, he rests his forehead against yours.

“Can I show you something?”

You nod. His eyes light up and then he’s jumping up onto the cement barrier behind him, turning around to look at you. You gasp from the sudden movement, your stomach churning unpleasantly at the sight of him quite literally standing on the edge of a building only to remind yourself he’s Spider-Man. He’s done plenty more reckless things than this. He holds his hand out, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

There’s no hesitation as you answer him with another firm nod. “Of course. Always.”

“Then take my hand,” he says. “I’ll never do anything to harm you, you know that.”

You do know that. Jungkook wouldn’t hurt a fly; he’s too good and precious for the world you live in and he says yes far too often to people who most likely don’t deserve it, but he knows when to stand up for not only himself but others as well. You are just one of the few he cares for wholeheartedly and you know that.

You reach out carefully and place your hand in his surprisingly cold and large ones. His fingers wrap around yours as he helps you up onto the barrier, holding you closely toward him.

You take a deep breath, shut your eyes, and put every ounce of your trust into this single, courageous boy ━ and you let yourself fall with him.

You’re roused awake by the sound of light tapping against your bedroom window.

It startles you at first, causing you to jolt upright into a sitting position as you look around frantically at your empty and dark room; the only light comes from the city life and the moon outside, shedding a warm glow onto the floor before it. For a moment, you think you had just dreamt the noise but then you hear it again, low and near. You crane your neck to look and first see a shadow but, as the figure shifts into view, you’re able to see the familiar young man in red and blue. Your heart leaps in your chest and suddenly you’re scrambling off your feet, throwing yourself at the window to throw it open.

The night Jungkook had admitted to being Spider-Man and jumped up onto the edge of the roof, holding his hand out to you in a silent question of trust, he leaves you with a night that you swear you will cherish forever. Wary of where he will go but entirely consenting of his spontaneity, he surprises you by carrying you throughout the city, swinging from building to building in an extraordinary feat that feels as if you’re flying; and, as if that hadn’t been a big enough thrilling shock, he brings you to the very top of the Empire State Building, just under the antenna. No one is there and no one can see you and, with Jungkook under the brightening sky with the view of New York stretching out into the horizon before you, you feel as if you have the whole world in the very palm of your hand.

You sit with Jungkook that night, talking, not talking, listening intently to him as he recounts the tale of how he had turned into the masked hero with his peculiar powers, and watching the sunrise from beyond the very tops of buildings and skyscrapers. There are no words to describe the breathtaking view from one of the highest points in the city, watching as the golden sun peaks over the horizon and sets the city ablaze in saturated warm hues of orange, pink, and purple, mingling together in one impressionistic masterpiece that could put even the greatest of painters to shame. The light reflects against the glass panes of windows in a mirage similar to flickering flames that never scathe the city, but instead seem to enhance the beauty it holds.

You never want the night to end but eventually it does and, when he returns you to your bedroom window with one parting kiss, it and Jungkook’s lips are all you can dream about.

A week has passed since then, in which time you’ve done nothing but find yourself growing closer with Jungkook. He’s all you’ve been able to think about these days. So, to hear him and see him at your window is enough to make butterflies form in the very pit of your stomach. You see him sitting on the fire escape just outside your window, leaning against the building looking even more exhausted than usual. Another fresh cut lines his cheek in a stripe of red though he doesn’t seem to mind much for it as he dozes off slightly. You push open the window, startling him awake, and poke your head outside. A weary smile tugs at his lips at the sight of you.

“Well, this is romantic,” You stifle the giggle that bubbles at your mouth. “Thank you for not throwing rocks at my window, Romeo. To what do I owe this pleasure of seeing you at two in the morning?”

“Sorry, did I wake you?” he asks sheepishly. “I just wanted to see you.”

His response earns a shy smile stretching across your face. “No, you didn’t wake me,” You say with a shake of your head (though the way you comb your fingers through your mused hair tells him otherwise). “What happened to your face, Jungkook?”

He reaches up to his face, as if momentarily forgetting the cut, winces, and then drops his hand from his face. He grins wolfishly, attempting to shrug it off. “Oh, this little thing? It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I just got caught up in a little fight but I’m fine. I swear. You really should see the other guy.”

The smug tone in his voice as he rambles on makes you stare at him in amusement. You sigh as you take a step back, saying, “Come inside. I’ll clean that for you.”

“Well, if you insist.”

He smirks as he pulls himself through the window and into your room. His eyes wander around the four walls, noting the decor that lines it, the shelves with all your personal trinkets and belongings, the clothes littered on the floor, and the empty take-out box of Chinese food that rests atop your desk. There’s a soft aroma of something sweet that smells like you ━ possibly a perfume or a soap or shampoo? ━ and it makes Jungkook’s head spin pleasantly. He asks about your day and then sits on the bed and, as you tell him about your boring classes as you rummage around your bathroom for something to clean his wound with, he smiles.

He finds your room comforting ━ or maybe he just finds your presence comforting. Either way, over time you find that this would only be a common occurrence throughout the next month. He startles you the first few times he shows up but then you begin to stay awake a little longer, waiting eagerly by the window as you wait for him to arrive. Most times he’s bruised or has small and fresh cuts, of which you either hand him an ice packet or clean the cut; sometimes he isn’t even hurt and instead claims simply that he just wanted to see you before you went to sleep. But each time he listens to you and your day, asking about yourself rather than him and no matter how hard you try to pry information out of him about what had possibly happened to him throughout his night, he swiftly brushes it off. You don’t mind either way ━ you just want to see him as much as you can, anyway.

There is one night, however, where things seem to go entirely different.

You’re curled up in bed reading a book when you hear the light tapping on your window. You’ve come to leave the window pried open slightly as you wait for him, but even so he still takes the time to knock to signal his arrival. You instantly climb to your feet, wandering over to the window and tossing it open with a flourish. As Jungkook climbs in through the small space, you note the tight suit he’s wearing is slashed at the top of his arm and both the skin underneath it and on his face is bruised and cut; other than that, and judging by the cheeky smile on his face, he seems to be ok.

You shake your head at him, smiling gingerly as you muse, “Who’s the damsel in distress now, bugboy?”

Jungkook smirks, prodding your sides with his fingers and causing you to squirm as you walk past him. “There’s no shame in needing a little help every once and awhile, right? I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Sit down,” You tell him, winking up at him. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Minutes later you return to sit by his side on the bed, cleaning his cuts as per usual and, while he has a frozen packet of peas pressed to his bruised and sore shoulder, you are busying yourself by sewing the cut in his suit with blue thread you had found in your room. In the midst of your work, perhaps you press too generously down on his recent wound, as he winces slightly and shifts on top of your bed. You crane your neck to look up at him, studying him curiously. He seems to notice your stare and quirks a brow as he looks down at you.

“What’s up?”

Your fingers stop their work on his suit and, remembering where the cut had broken his skin just slightly underneath the tear, brush lightly over the tender flesh covered in gauze. “Does it hurt?”

Jungkook shakes his head, sitting up a little straighter. “Hurt? No, no, of course not. It just, uh━ It isn’t the most pleasant. But this isn’t the worst I’ve been after a night in the suit so I can handle it.”

Your eyes study his battered face in some sort of admiration, albeit mixed with timid nervousness. What sort of things had he encountered, had he been through, that he won’t tell you?

“Are you ever afraid?” You ask gently.

“No way,” he shakes his head, but not before you spot the confident grin he flashes you. “It’s honestly nothing I can’t handle by now. It’s not so bad, either. It’s kinda weird. I mean, ever since getting bitten, I’ve found the healing process is a whole lot faster.”

Maybe he notices the lingering uneasiness in your eyes, the way you seem to doubt him. He reaches out with his fingers to gingerly brush against the side of your face in a swift flourish as he tilts your head a little higher. He smiles something warm that makes your heart melt as you lean your face against the palm of his calloused hand. To avoid the prying stare he gives you, you smile lightly and shake your head, attempting to change the subject.

“Dunno, bugboy. Are there any perks to this job?”

Jungkook snorts as you finish sewing his suit. As you discard the needle and leftover thread, he says, “There are. Like, for instance, knowing the city is a little safer. Then there’s the fact that Spider-Man seems to have a lot of admirers…”

“I thought you said it doesn’t matter anyway because no one knows who you are.”

“Well, there is you,” he says. “And I gotta say you’re a pretty good perk.”

A blush tinges your cheeks as you sit across from him. Your eyes flicker down the suit that adorns him and you try to bite back the lighthearted snicker that bubbles at your chest. “I was gonna say a perk is this tight suit. At least, for me it is. Your ass has never looked more fantastic.”

Jungkook suddenly bursts out into laughter, throwing his head back. When he looks back at you, his hand finds the side of your face once more and pulls you towards him. With your lips hovering just over his, he mumbles something, anything, just for the sake of responding despite already being lost in you.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Then you’re kissing him.

You’ve come to find that Jungkook’s lips are entirely irresistible and the more you kiss him, the more you wonder why you hadn’t confessed to him earlier. He’s gentle as he lets his lips fold over yours, mouth dancing with mouth in a passionate yearning. But there’s a certain type of underlying insatiable hunger that seems to wash over both you and him and fast. Your fingers rake up the side of his face and tangle in his messy locks and soon he’s pulling you onto the bed, onto him. You instinctively straddle his lap, craning your neck so as to deepen the kiss, never once breaking apart for air. But something seems to happen, something that startles Jungkook so deeply. Perhaps it’s the way you grasp his hair a little tighter, the way he heard you gasp when he bites down gently on the side of your jaw, the way your hips fit over his; or perhaps it’s the way you tug off your shirt in an attempt to get closer to him, displaying to him the plain white bra you’re wearing that all culminate into something more. He knows where this is going, you know where this is going ━ and though Jungkook would want nothing more than to carry on, he’s reminded of a terrifying and prominent thought that has always haunted him the moment he made that mask.

You feel the way he tenses beneath you and, in the next quick second, he’s pulling apart from you and you, so dazed and lost, gasping for air, stare down at him dumbfounded.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” You ask. “Did I hurt you? Is your arm okay?”

“I’m fine,” he says weakly.

You grin as you press another kiss to his throat, mumbling into his neck, “Good, then let’s━”

“No.”

“What?”

You sit back on his lap suddenly, staring at him with a flushed face. Your hair is mussed messily, a red bruise blossoms on your jawline that Jungkook had graced you with, and one strap of your bra hangs daintily over your shoulder and Jungkook can’t help but notice how utterly sexy you look. He groans inwardly, tearing his gaze to look up at you. He swallows thickly, wincing at the bright and innocent twinkle in your eyes.

“We━” he pauses and then says, “We can’t do this.”

You quirk a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he says slowly, carefully, “we can’t do this. I’m━ I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking but I should have stopped this sooner.”

“Stop what?” Your voice is weak, small. You know what he’s referring to but you don’t want to believe it just yet.

Fuck, I can’t do this, Jungkook curses to himself. If he had just stayed away from you from the beginning, this wouldn’t even be happening. He wouldn’t be about to hurt you or himself.

“Us,” he whispers. “There can’t be an us, Y/N.”

Your brows knit together in confusion but your eyes are wide with fear. “What are you talking about? How can there not be an us? I thought━ I thought you wanted this.”

When he hesitates to respond, you’re quick to slide off of his lap, standing to your feet. Suddenly you’re panicking, embarrassed. He sees the way your lips are pulled tightly in a thin line, the way you rake your hands through your hair, mumbling, “Oh my god,” as you search for a shirt. Jungkook springs to his feet, grasping onto your waist but you easily slither out of his reach, clutching your shirt to your chest. To you, you think you have just made a fool of yourself, nearly striping naked for a boy who apparently doesn’t want you. Jungkook knows this is what you’re thinking and it pains him so.

“No, no, I do,” he says. “I do want this! I just can’t do it.”

“And why not?” You snap hotly. “You’re not making any sense. Either you do or you don’t want us to be a thing.”

“It’s not that simple━”

“It sure seems like it is.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Any explanation would be better than none,” You say firmly, “and simultaneously making me look like an idiot for looking so eager.”

Jungkook sighs heavily. He takes a step back from you, running both hands frustratedly through his hair, letting the muscles in his biceps flex as he does so. When he looks back at you, he’s solemn.

“There can’t be an us because I’m just gonna put you in danger this way,” he says. “People are out there looking for me! Not just the police, but hardcore criminals, gangs, thugs, murderers. If they find me, or if they find out that you’re close to me or know me, they’ll hurt you too. I can’t have that, Y/N.”

“But I can handle it,” You insist.

“I can’t,” Jungkook’s voice is stern, set in place. “I can’t have that on my conscience, knowing that if you get hurt, it’s because of me. That’s all I ever worry about, from the second that I put this mask on. No one knows about me being Spider-Man and I kept it that way for a reason. Don’t you think I could have flaunted that I was this supposed super cool new hero? I didn’t do that because of you; because of the people that I’m close to.”

“I don’t care,” Your voice is feeble, cracking. “I don’t care if I get hurt. If you can handle it, then so can I! I just want to be with you, Jungkook. I━ I love you━”

Jungkook hears the words you blurt out quickly but he doesn’t seem to necessarily register them at once. A stiff silence settles in the room between the two of you, an undeniable form of the point of no return, except you don’t regret the words you say. You mean them wholeheartedly because you have always admired and loved Jungkook, from the little boy next door to this young hero before you. You stare at him shyly, albeit unwavering. A panic washes over him, drains his face of any colour, and suddenly it feels as if he can’t breathe, his chest concaving in on his shrill heart. As the words begin to register in his mind, he can only sorrowfully gaze at you; but the lack of silence has your confidence paling and soon you’re looking away, shaking your head. A pained expression paints your features and though it hurts Jungkook more than any other wound that has been inflicted upon him in fights on the street prior to this, he knows he has to do this.

You already know his answer before he even speaks it. When he does say the final words that leave you in such an excruciating and unbearable pain, he has already fled, grabbing his mask and escaping out of the window, escaping from you, and into the heart of the city. When he’s gone and you’re alone in the thick silence do his words finally return to you and are the cause of the broken heart you are forced to nurse through muddled tears over the aimless days to come:

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

You don’t see Jungkook the next day or the day after that.

In fact, you don’t see him for three entire weeks. He stops showing up at the café late at night, stops attending the classes he has with you (or maybe he just blends well into the other somber looking faces), stops visiting your window in the early morning hours. Autumn bleeds numbly into the beginning shock of cold that is winter and, though there is no snow yet, you still feel the wrath of the frigid season. And, with the sudden loss of Jungkook, comes the abrupt and unwarranted disappearance of Spider-Man. Maybe it is your fault, maybe it is Jungkook’s fault. Either way, the masked enigma vanishes without a trace after your argument with Jungkook and the city’s crime, now freed from the vigilant watchful eyes of New York’s hero, spikes.

It feels almost as if the city has swallowed him whole or as if he has dropped off the face of the earth and the only thing to remember him by is the sudden havoc that ensues the city. The only thing you have to even know if Jungkook is still alive are the occasional updates from Taehyung who comes to befriend you if only to mention Jungkook every once and awhile just for the sake of easing your worried mind. You’re not so much mad as you are upset, but you care entirely more for his own wellbeing and to not hear from him causes you agony.

There is only one brisk moment in which you encounter Jungkook and it comes simply from a happenstance. You are not at all expecting to see him and nor is he expecting to see you. Rather, you are seated on a wooden bench in the park just beside your school on a day graced with a strange warmth for winter. Wrapped in a scarf and knit hat, you are flipping through the pages of a book for one of your classes when a figure stands before you, momentarily blocking the sun’s light from your view. As you glance up at the shadow cast over you, you are genuinely surprised to find Jungkook standing there. He looks, perhaps, even more so dishevelled than usual, his hair and attire all one negligent mess as if he couldn’t even find the strength to care for himself. Dark circles line his sunken eyes which stare down at you sorrowfully.

“Y/N… Can I talk to you?”

Your heart skips a beat. For a moment, you can’t turn away from him. For a moment, you fear that you will cave into him but then you are reminded of your broken heart. It’s what causes you to act in such haste, shaking your head up at him as you shut your book and shove it into your bag. You stand to your feet and brush past him and he, so caught up in your rejection of him and the own twinge of pain he feels in his heart, lingers by the bench. Then, he is walking after you, his footsteps swiftly catching him up to you.

“Y/N. Y/N, wait! Please, just let me━”

Jungkook breaks out into a sudden jog and only stops when he is standing in front of you. With your path blocked, you, too, come to a halt if only for the benefit of the doubt. He desperately tries to meet your eyes but you look past him, arms folded over your chest.

“Let me talk to you,” he begs. “Away from here. Just you and me. I can explain everything. I━”

“You had your chance, Jungkook,” You quip dryly. “You didn’t have to run away from me.”

“I wasn’t━ I didn’t mean to━” he tries, but is interrupted once more by your strained voice.

“You left me.” Now you are staring at him and Jungkook wishes that you hadn’t even bothered to give him the chance. Once full of shimmering admiration, your eyes are only glossed over with a pained disappointment. “I told you I loved you and you left me. You made me look so stupid and I━ No. No, I’m not doing this right now.”

You push yourself forward, walking carefully around him. He watches as you storm away, shaking your head to yourself. With one last despairing attempt, he calls out to you once more.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps. “I let you down. I know. I’m a failure.”

You stop. Your back is turned to him before you force yourself to look over at him and he foolishly thinks that maybe you’ll give him a chance to properly explain himself. Instead━

“You’re not a failure, Jungkook,” You tell him firmly. “I just━ I need to be alone right now. But don’t leave them. Don’t let them down. The city needs you.”

Jungkook flinches. He wants to call out to you again and pull you back to him, explain everything that is on his mind, but he can’t. Instead, he is forced to watch you walk away from him until you disappear amongst the crowd and even then he doesn’t move. He knows you’re disappointed with him.

He knows the whole city is disappointed with him ━ but the only person he wants to impress is you and he fears he’s ruined his only chance to.

You hardly seem to sleep at night anymore, instead too caught up in the thoughts that plague your dreams. Instead of going to the roof as you usually do when you can’t sleep, you find yourself lying helplessly in your bed, staring up at the empty night sky through your window. One night, as you’re dozing off on your bed, your eyes blinking wearily as they try to focus on the shimmering moon, you begin to hear a noise. It’s similar to a light tapping, though it drowns out in the sound of a siren from somewhere down below. At first you believe you have just dreamt it but then you hear a loud thud, slightly muffled from somewhere outside your window. It jolts you awake, has you pushing yourself up into a sitting position, and glancing around your room for any sign of something that may have fallen in there before noticing a flash of movement from the corner of your eye.

Red and blue.

Interest piques your drowsy mind at the thought of it being Jungkook but why would he be returning to you now? You would have been entirely set on begrudgingly flopping back down onto your bed and turning your back to him had you not felt that dreadful feeling that something was terribly wrong. You can’t hear his voice and when you turn to get a better look, you find him standing on the fire escape just outside your window, slumped dangerously against the wall with his back to you. It is that dreaded feeling that pushes you out of your bed, drags you to your window which you lightly throw open, only to be met with a sight that leaves you in horrific shock.

Jungkook is adorned in his usual tight red and blue suit, though his mask is off and gives you a clear view of his weary face, now muted in colour, that your eyes land on first. His eyes are shut, his head rests against the brick wall of the building, and his skin is marked with dirt and grime, bruises and dried blood. As your eyes trail lower, following the curve of his arms to his hands that cradle his side, you finally spot the large wound from beneath his fingertips on the left of his abdomen, shimmering a bright crimson red. Immediately your heart sinks to your stomach as you gasp loudly.

“Oh my god! Jungkook!”

Shimmying your way through the window to get closer to the boy hardly has him stirring. Your hands come out to grasp at his face, forcing him from his slouched position.

“Jungkook, can you hear me? What the hell happened?”

His eyes flicker open momentarily at the touch of your warm fingers and he musters a small smirk, the corners of his lips lifting up just slightly.

“It’s just a scratch,” he mumbles hoarsely. “You should definitely see the other guy now.”

“You’re an idiot,” You grumble, your eyebrows knitting into a frown. “Why are you here? You should have gone to the hospital! I’m taking you right now━”

“No, no,” he protests stubbornly. He shifts his weight and immediately flinches from the pain. “No, you can’t. I’ll be okay. I just━ I need some time to rest.”

A deep sigh exhales past your parted lips at the mention of what had happened the night he fled so suddenly. Instead, you brush off the memory and give him a small shake of your head. “Here, stop talking. Let me help you get inside and I’ll see what I can do for you. This is gonna hurt a bit but can you move?”

Jungkook nods. As you wrap your arm carefully around his waist to shift him over to the window, he sucks in a deep breath and pushes himself forward. You try to help as he stiffly climbs in through the small window, grunting in pain as he does so, and then stumbling into your room and bumping into your desk next to the window, knocking a few trinkets down. As he leans dangerously against your now skewed desk, you hurry through the window and help him to his feet, pulling him over to your bed.

Despite the way he had left you so suddenly days ago, there is no air of stiffness in the room. The only thing that surrounds the two of you is a melancholic silence as you rummage around your room for the medkit you knew you had stowed away eons ago. For the most part, Jungkook patches himself up, downing a couple of painkillers, cleaning his wound in his abdomen and stitching it closed with a steady hand that has evidently done this before. You sit across from him in your desk chair, watching him intently as he sits on your bed, having shrugged off the top part of his suit and leaving his torso exposed. Other than the blood and dirt that cakes his golden skin, you take note of the toned muscles that make his abs and the way they flex in tandem with every time he winces as he tugs at his wound.

When he’s done, the silence is still unmoving. Jungkook wants to speak but his throat is dry and any time he dares open his mouth to say something, anything, he immediately recoils. It’s only when you’re helping him into your bathroom so he can take a shower does he finally gather the courage he needed all this time without his mask on. Before you can turn to walk away on him, he catches your attention by calling your name. When he speaks next, his voice is faint, terrified.

“I’m sorry.”

He gulps when you turn to look up at him and suddenly he’s made aware of the fact that the two of you are cramped so closely together in your small bathroom. It makes the shame he feels more prominent as he looks you in the eyes.

“You were the first person I could think of when this happened,” he says. “I━ I know I have no right to be here after what I did to you but I just needed someone. I needed you.”

Your heart flutters at his words though you hide this feeble act by turning away from him. “It’s whatever, Jungkook,” He hears you mumble faintly, your back to him. “Anything I can do to help.”

He wants to say something more but he hesitates again. He watches as you take a deep breath, the heave of your shoulders under a heavy weight, before you ultimately walk out of the door and shut it behind you, leaving it slightly ajar. You linger in your bedroom, standing in front of your window as you gaze out, absentmindedly gnawing on your lower lip as you fold your arms tighter around your torso. You hear the shower switch on, let the calming sound of falling water wash over you, and shut your eyes momentarily. You can still see the light from the bathroom pouring out into the darkness of your room from the angled door, and can see the steam start to cloud the mirror.

There’s something so indistinctly intimate about having him in your shower in the next room over after days of avoiding one another. You have every right to be enraged and upset with him and yet you aren’t. You can’t bring yourself to ever hate the boy in the room over. You understand why he left so abruptly and it makes sense but now, in that moment in time, with nothing but a wall dividing you two, there is a certain type of craving you can’t subdue. A craving and a yearning to be closer to him; to tell him how you feel before, if even, he decides to flee in the morning after.

You blame it on your stubbornness that pushes you forward. Really, it seems to happen in such a haze, a rush of adrenaline. One moment, you’re standing by the window; in the next moment, you’re by the bathroom door, your fingers clutching the handle. As you push it open, you can only see a misty silhouette of Jungkook’s figure from beyond the steamed glass doors of the shower. Your heart is hammering against your chest as you walk to the shower, slowly kicking off your shorts as you go.

Jungkook must hear you as you make your way into the bathroom because as soon as you carefully slide open the glass door, he’s already staring at you with a lack of surprise, noting the baggy t-shirt you wear and the way his heart flips when he imagines you in a similar shirt of his. You only meet his curious eyes, noting the water that trickles down his toned and glistening body and flattens his usual unkempt hair into his lashes. He shakes his hair out of his eyes and suddenly he looks remorseful. It’s almost as if he can read your mind and anticipates every second you take to just step inside, his eyes beckoning you to come. It’s not like he cares; in fact, he wants you next to him. God, he just wants you so bad.

Steady hands find the hem of your baggy white t-shirt that you lift up and over your head, exposing the smooth expanse of your bare stomach and the perk of your bare breasts. You shimmy out of your baby pink underwear and, suddenly, you’re standing completely vulnerable before him and yet this is all he wants and all you want. You step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him even more until you’re right in front of him, letting the warm water pour down onto you. It’s become stifling hot in that little space and there’s only a split moment where you fear you’ve made a mistake before you feel Jungkook’s hand come up to gently hold the side of your face. His thumb caresses your cheekbone, his eyes gazing into yours, and then he’s kissing you.

It’s a soft kiss, one where he takes his time to thoroughly enjoy it, first kissing your upper lip, then your lower lip in some sort of sensual manner that leaves chills running down your spine. He leaves a trail of warm and wet kisses from your jawline to your neck, nuzzling his nose against your throat as your breath catches. His hands fall to grasp at your hips, yanking you toward him and you so easily comply, melting completely into his broad chest and immediately feeling a sense of warmth as if you’ve always belonged there, wrapped up in his strong arms.

“You’re blushing,” he remarks gently, making you realize he’s pulled apart from you to study your face. His fingers brush away the hair that falls into your eyes and he smiles. “You’re blushing now after you walked in on me naked? God, you’re so cute.”

You whine something in protest, burying your face in his neck and he laughs. His fingers tickle at your sides, causing you to squirm in his grip, and when you look at him again, his stare is tender and fond.

“Come here,” he mumbles.

You let him pull you into another kiss that has your head spinning. His tongue grazes your lower lip, teeth slightly nibbling down on the flesh in a way that jolts your heart. As your hands snake up his chest to wind with the hair at the nape of his neck, your own mouth parts open, letting his tongue twine with yours in a heated kiss. He can feel everything against his own body, from the perk of your breasts to the slope of your hips. His hands slide down to rest upon your lower back and the way he pulls you flush against him, letting you brush against his firm cock, makes your head spin again. It’s what wills you to start grinding your hips against his in a slow pattern that has his breath hitching in his throat, his fingers digging tighter into your skin.

“You’re driving me insane,” his voice is husky as he speaks, smooth as it filters through your ears.

You can’t help but smirk against his mouth. “Likewise.”

“How about we get out of here?” he asks. “The bed seems a hell of a lot more comfortable.”

You nod eagerly, mumbling a small, “Please,” against his luscious lips, too reluctant to pull away. He seems to have trouble, too, as he remains in his spot, even long after he reaches down to turn the water off, his lips still locked with yours. Granted, it gives you time to dry off before he’s hoisting you up with ease, instinctively letting your legs wrap around him. A thought abruptly pops into your head and causes you to gasp, your lips parting from his with a significant pop.

“Jungkook!” You scold. “Be careful! Did you forget about the gaping wound in your side or?”

“I’m fine,” he assures, already swiftly carrying you out of the bathroom and into your room.

“I don’t care what your magical radioactive spider bite does for you,” You retort. “I don’t want to somehow hurt you.”

He laughs in response, a sound that reverberates against his chest and your own torso. He’s already standing by the bed when he carefully lowers you down onto it. He crawls over you, instantly towering over your body as he leans down to chase your lips. In one quick movement, you hook your leg around his waist and, using your hands, shift him over until he’s on his back and you’re cradling his hips. He seems surprised at first, his stare flickering from the navel of your stomach to the soft buds of your breasts. Past the valley of your chest, his eyes fall once more upon yours and he smiles breathlessly, his hair sticking up in tufts.

“Really?”

Your eyes fall to the stitched wound on his side covered in gauze and your fingers brush against it delicately, following the natural curve of his abs. “I’m serious, bugboy. You may be this notorious, unstoppable force out there, but to me you’ll always be Jungkook.”

He pouts. “That doesn’t sound as cool as being Spider-Man.”

“Spider-Man is cool.”

“See? Even you think so. This is why I never told you ━ everyone thinks Spider-Man is cooler than Jungkook.”

A roll of your eyes has him smirking, though the smile is quick to falter when you begin to grind your hips against his, feeling his firm member poke at your thigh. His jaw drops open slightly at the sudden contact, his brows knitting together in slick concentration as his eyes fall to your glistening soft core.

“You didn’t let me finish,” You breathe steadily. “Spider-Man is cool, but Jungkook is cooler. You’ve always been strong and dauntless to me. You’ve always been a hero to me.”

“God,” he moans, “you’re making it really hard to focus on how cute you’re being when I can already feel how wet you are.”

The giggle that slips past your lips only further proves his point. His head rolls back against the pillows beneath him as you continue to slowly grind against him.

“Do you want me to stop?” You taunt.

“No, no,” he gasps. “Holy shit, no. We can save the mushy talk for afterwards, right? Please?”

You nod briskly, gulping for air as you feel the burning sensation between your thighs. Your fingers dance down the front of your stomach to the bundle of nerves that you rub at carefully. Jungkook watches intensely as you pleasure yourself before him, feels his own cock hardening at the sight of your fingers gracefully rubbing patterns into your clit, coating your digits with your leaking cum. He writhes beneath you, desperately aware of his own need for you, but god help him if he doesn’t finish watching or helping you get off. He swallows thickly, loosening his dry throat.

“Well, if you’re gonna make me sit here then,” he says, “can you at least let me help?”

“I’m listening.”

“Good,” he grins. “Then come sit on my face.”

He says it so confidently that it has you stuttering in your pace. Your eyes flicker down to his mischievously twinkling eyes and the way he bites on his lower lip. You hardly hesitate at his command, pushing yourself off of his crotch and shuffling yourself forward, tossing one knee over his head so that he’s seated nicely between your thighs. His hands remain on your hips to keep you steady as you wiggle around until you’re comfortable. He plants a kiss on the inside of your thigh, murmuring, “I’ll take good care of you, baby. Sit back and relax.”

You do as you're told, letting him pull you carefully down to his face and feeling as he leaves a trail of kisses along the inside of your thigh. When his mouth is hovering just over your core, you can feel his warm breath fanning against you and hum in delight, waiting eagerly for his every move. He nudges you closer and closer until you feel that one fell sweep of his tongue against your core, warm and slick as it grazes your folds, immediately sending a shock of white hot pleasure surging through your body. A shocked moan emits from your parted lips in a sound similar to, “Ooh,” that has Jungkook smirking against you.

Suddenly, all you can focus on is him and the way his tongue works so expertly against you, kitten licking at your core until you’re dripping wet in a lewd combination of saliva and your own succulence. You nearly lose your balance the moment he makes contact with you and, with each passing second of immense pleasure, it makes it more difficult to hold on. Your thighs shamelessly squeeze shut (though Jungkook grips lightly onto one of your thighs to shift you apart) and when you feel yourself wobble, breathless and dizzy from the feeling of hot fire burning at your core, your hands fly out to grasp at Jungkook’s carob locks, silky to the touch as they slide out from the seams of your fingers. Admittedly, having Jungkook’s face buried beneath your thighs is a ridiculously hot sight that only spurs your blatant spiral into a panting mess.

“Jungkook━ F━Fuck━ Oh my god━”

The moan that leaves you is throaty, guttural and Jungkook swears he’s never heard anything sexier. Watching you writhe helplessly above him is all that he needs. As his tongue licks firmly at your clit, he can’t help but reach down to his own hard dick. His fingers wrap delicately around his shaft and he pumps himself slowly, groaning into your womanhood at the thought of your delicious and hot walls wrapped around him. He shuts his eyes as he works in a smooth rhythm against both him and yourself, imagining what it would be like to just have you anyway he wants, imagining your own reactions similar to the ones you’re making now.

“Ah, shit━” You gasp suddenly. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good━”

God, there you go again. His palm squeezes harder against his member at your breathy moans and he swears you’re driving him absolutely mad. To him, this feels so surreal. He’s dreamed of this; he’s dreamed and wanted nothing more innocent than to just fucking hold your hand and yet here you are in such a compromising position with him and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world. The best part about it all is that you make him feel this much bliss, this dizzy, when he’s simply just around you. Fuck, he’s so in love with you.

Your fingers clutch a little tighter at his roots and his eyes snap open. He stares up at your frazzled mess and, with his free hand, presses his fingers against your core in areas that his tongue has yet not reached. He coats his digits in your glistening arousal and coaxed with such ease he’s able to push them past your folds, earning another beautiful moan from you. He curls his finger inside you, stretching your core, flicks his tongue a little harder at your clit, squeezes his own hand tighter around his cock as he desperately jacks himself off to this, to you. He pumps his finger in and out of you in tandem with his own hand around his length, hearing your sweet whimpers and choked moans.

He must curl his finger just right inside of you or maybe it’s the way your sensitive clit begins to throb with each lick he takes or maybe it’s when he joins his tongue with his finger in a dangerous duo but then you jut your hips forward ever so slightly and jerk them back. He’s eating you out with such vigour, such hard passion that you can feel his chin and his nose brush against your core and each contact has you gasping. He pulls apart just enough when he feels you jerk your hips backward again and you’re so caught up in the pure ecstasy that has overcome you that you hardly realize until you hear him speaking, muttering faintly against your folds, “C’mon, baby. Ride my face. Cum for me.”

His only response is a weak sputtering as you try to gasp for air. You don’t need to be told twice at this point as you feel as if you’re chasing after your high. You unabashedly begin rocking your hips against his mouth and fingers. He tilts his head just right so that his nose burrows into your clit, his tongue and digit slipping further within your walls that clench around the thought of having something of girth like Jungkook’s length inside you. Jungkook’s own hand slacks at his pace around his member, his fingers reaching up to dig into your waist and thighs to hold you in place as you continuously rock against him. You’re so close, you can feel the familiar tension start to form in the very pit of your stomach.

“F━Fuck!” You cry. “Jung━kook━ I’m━”

Your voice breaks off into frail croaks, your hands flying out to grab onto the sturdy frame of your bed in front of you as you feel your high approach. Jungkook pulls you harder against his face, letting you grind against him as he burrows into you, completely ravaging you with his mouth until you feel your release take hold of you. It shakes you to the bone, causes you to writhe in pleasure above him as you come to a halt, emitting a loud moan of his name as your hot release leaks onto his chin, coating his mouth in your shimmering cum.

“Fuck, fuck━ Jungkook!” Your nails dig into the bed frame, your teeth sinking into your lower lip and muffling your dulcet moans.

He laps at your core, licking away every last drop of your succulence until your hips twitch away from the sensitivity you feel. When he finally pulls apart from you, he stares up at you from between your thighs with an amused smirk, his hair messily mused from your doing. You muster a faint smile in return as you pant heavily, attempting to calm your shrill heart and he beckons you over. You blissfully clamber back down his torso, once more straddling his hips as you curl up into his chest, tilting your head to press a soft kiss to his lips. You feel him smile against your own mouth and it’s something so gentle, so ardent, that it warms your heart.

“That was so fucking hot,” he mumbles between kisses. “Round two?”

Giggling, you part from him momentarily only to reconnect your lips to his jawline, nibbling on the soft skin there. “How about I let you have a turn?”

He quirks a brow in curiosity though he already knows your intentions as your hand flutters down his stomach. He can’t help the moan that slips past his lips as he feels your soft hands grasp firmly at his hardened cock. He feels as if he could practically melt in your hands or explode at any moment and you hadn’t even done anything. His hips instinctively buck into your fist but he shakes his head. He sits up suddenly, startling you in your spot though his hands come out to grasp at your face and hold you in place as he kisses you feverishly.

“How about,” he breathes, nipping at your lower lip, “you let me make love to you right here, right now.”

For a moment, you become carried away with the taste of his lips mingled with your wet arousal that fades away fast. You return the kiss with such zeal, too reluctant to part from him just yet, that when you muster the nerve to lean away, you’re panting heavily.

“Not so fast, bugboy,” You taunt. “I still want you to rest.”

You give him a little nudge backward and he obediently follows your wordless command, plopping back against the pillows of your bed as he looks up at you, his hands resting on your upper thighs.

“I don’t know if you can consider sex as resting,” he points out playfully, a wry grin plastered on his face.

He watches as you smile, the rapid heave and fall of your chest, as you wiggle around until you’re comfortable again on his lap and have lifted your hips off of him. Your hand wraps around his shaft once more and you pump him once, twice, in slow motions as you spread the leaking cum from his throbbing head along his shaft. His jaw drops open at the feeling, eyebrows knitting together, and his fingers dig a little too harshly into your skin accidentally but you don’t at all mind ━ not when you’re able to see such a beautiful reaction from him as he comes undone before you.

Seconds pass of bated breath as you lower yourself slowly, carefully, to his cock. You run the tip of his length along your folds and up to your clit, rubbing small patterns against it that has both of you whimpering lowly. You coat him in your leaking arousal and then lower yourself onto him, finally connecting the two of your bodies as one.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts.

Jungkook seriously feels as if he’s about to explode ━ literally. You’ve only just sat on him and he’s afraid he won’t be able to hold himself together long enough before he feels his sweet release. You’re just so warm and wet, so deliciously wet, that he slides easily into your walls that hug him just right. His mind is spinning, and even more so when he feels you stop halfway and lift your hips again. You drop them to the same level and then back again, repeating this process until you drop your hips fully, flush with his.

“Oooh, Jungkook, hmm,” Your fingers dig into his abdomen at the feeling of being so damn full. You can practically feel him throbbing and your own walls clench and release around him as you adjust to his size.

“Move━” he chokes out. “Move, please━ holy shit━”

And you do. You grind against him, rolling your hips around his firm cock as the fire continues to burn between your legs. You raise your hips languidly and drop them back down again and again until you’ve adopted some fluid rhythm, being so easily coaxed by your own cum.

“Like this?” You gasp.

He nods absentmindedly, swallowing thickly. “Fuck yes, just like that, baby.” His head rolls back against the pillows, the vein in his neck straining, “You feel so━ so fucking good.”

“Tell me,” You breathe.

Jungkook finds it hard to concentrate when his eyes fall on you. He watches as your breasts move in tandem as you ride him, the glistening arousal on your folds that coat his length that he watches disappear into you each time. He greedily reaches out as he’s lost in his own thoughts, his hand cupping your plush breast in a firm hold, his thumb brushing against your perked nipple. Your back arches in response, leaning closer to his warm hand, as he focuses on the tightness that is your core.

“Warm,” he moans. “So, so fucking wet ━ oh my god, you’re dripping, baby. Shit, you feel so perfect around my cock.”

You cry out his name, quickening your pace as you chase your high. Your strides are relentless, desperately searching for a sweet release and Jungkook feels the same. He’s held it in this long ━ he isn’t so sure he can hold himself together for much longer. He can’t take it anymore. Just as he feels you slowing down from exhaustion, he sits up once more, his strong arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you tight against his chest. Your own arms slide around his neck and you lean forward to crash your lips against his as you roll your hips steadily against his now. The new angle has him hitting a spot in you that shakes you to the core, has stars forming in your eyes.

You bite down hard on his lower lip accidentally as you try to conceal the loud moan that bubbles at your lips. Jungkook only smirks in response, especially when you shamelessly let those strangled moans out. As you sink lower onto him, Jungkook thrusts his hips upward to meet yours halfway, earning a sharp gasp from you. He tightens his hold on you and continues to thrust up into you again and again, so hard and so fast that it makes you writhe with pleasure above him. You can feel him stretching you wide each time, can feel your sticky arousal begin to trickle down his cock and your thighs.

So much for making sure he doesn’t hurt himself again ━ his thrusts are pure animalistic, hasty and needy, though all either of you care about in that moment is feeling that sweet release. You collapse entirely against Jungkook’s arms, letting him take hold of you as his hips smack against your ass. When you finally feel your second high of the night approach, your reaction feels near explosive. He thrusts again and again and you choke out somewhere between the sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing, “J━Jungkook━ Fuck! I’m close━”

He growls in response, eager to push you to yours as he chases for his. Another thrust and, holy shit, there. He hits a spot in you once, twice, and over and over again that just feels so incredibly good that you can’t help but unravel in his arms. It takes you by surprise, washing over you an immense cloud of bliss as white-hot pleasure blinds you, starting from your core and spiralling out to every edge of your body until your toes are curling. You cry out his name in a beautiful harmonious sound as your cum leaks profusely from you and coats him just right.

Fuck this ━ he doesn’t care anymore that you want him to rest. He needs to feel his own release now. So he grabs you securely and then he’s twisting you around, shoving you onto your back as he pushes his hips into you. You’re writhing beneath him, your back arching until your warm and sweaty chest is pressed against his. Your fucked out expression that stares back up at him but with such tired and loving eyes only spurs him on further (that, and the way you’re clenching so nicely around him). It’s completely messy but he’s so close. Another hard slap of his hips and then he’s finally coming undone. He pulls out of you fast, his hand coming down to grab at his cock as he pumps himself, thickly coated with your juices.

He cums moments later with a deep, rough moan, releasing onto your stomach in ivory beads that paint you his. His hand slacks around his softening length and then he, so spent and slightly sore from his wound (only slightly, he swears), collapses against you. The room suddenly falls silent, safe for the heavy panting and the shrill beating of your hearts that you both try to tame. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms wrap around him to lazily twine his hair with your fingers. It’s nice to just lay there like that, enveloped in each other's arms, basking in the heavenly glow of euphoria. He kisses your neck then, soft and simple, and litters kisses down your throat to your collarbones and then back up again to your lips.

When he parts from you, his eyes remain locked on your mouth until he forces himself to look away and up at you. You’re smiling at him and it’s the type of genuine, albeit exhausted, smile that always warms his insides and makes him feel at ease. Tracing the curve of your lips with his index finger, he hums thoughtfully to himself.

“I lied about before,” he says sheepishly. When you quirk a brow at him, he continues. “I lied about before when you asked me if I’m ever afraid when I go out at night. I’m always afraid. Part of why I wear that mask is so the people I’m up against don’t see me wimping out. But, god, when I’m with you, I feel invincible.”

He watches as a light blush pinches at your cheeks, your fingers reaching up to softly graze his cheek.

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers. “I love you. I always have and I swear you make me stronger. I don’t know what it is. I think I just want to fight harder for you. I know I was a dick for leaving that night but I know we can make this work. I just need you to believe in me, too.”

Your eyes, littered with stardust, stare into his as if he is the entire world. “I’m strong, too, Jungkook. I don’t always need protection.”

“I know that,” he chuckles.

“Good. Then get back down here and kiss me again, bugboy.”

Jungkook laughs. He doesn’t hesitate to lean down to press his lips lovingly to yours. He melts against your chest and he is content if every night is like this, in each other’s arms. As he deepens the kiss, he hears you whisper against his lips, “I love you, too, bugboy,” and it is all he needs to feel as if he has the world in his very palm.

Jungkook has always been afraid. He is afraid of not living to see the next day, afraid of losing you or his family or friends but every shred of fear fades away when he’s with you. As the city continues to breathe from beyond the brick walls of your apartment and as the sun begins to rise from the very heart of the metropolis along the horizon, Jungkook is certain that he and you together are invincible.

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On The Ropes (Teaser) - KSJ x F!Reader

pairing: ex-boxer!Seokjin x lawyer!reader (ft. boxer!Jungkook) genres/au/rating: angst, smut, infidelity!AU, 18+ summary: Kim Seokjin had been washed-up, run-down, and forgotten by the world of boxing. He'd settled on spending the rest of his life fading into obscurity. What he doesn't count on is having a new trainee walk into his gym, and meeting you in the process. warnings (teaser only): drinking, intoxication, flirting while in a relationship, depressive thoughts, no smut in the teaser (this fic deals with heavy themes, please be kind to yourself and respect your boundaries if these themes are not for you. your well-being is valued and important)

word count: 1.5k release date: TBD (let me know if you'd like to be tagged) a/n: i'm super excited to share what i've been working on! this story has been swimming in my head since before i started this blog, and i'm so happy to be able work on it. thank you to Ryen @kithtaehyung for reading over the first part of this for me and encouraging me to continue. also, thank you to Dee Dee @sugakookitty for the lovely banner and dividers!

The cool, crisp air causes goosebumps to rise all along your arms. The scene that lies before you is spectacular, twinkling lights shimmering all throughout the garden, lighting up everything in hues of gold and silver. A warm, heady buzz simmers in the air from the ambiance, or perhaps from the two glasses of champagne, you’d downed to keep the cold away.

A muscular arm links itself through yours, and you look up to see Jungkook, dressed to the nines in a black tuxedo, hair slicked back. You cast a disapproving frown at the sleeve tattoo that’s been covered up with a crisp white button-up, gold cuff links glinting in the dim light.

“You’re supposed to say you clean up nice,” Jungkook smirks, causing you to scoff at his joke. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“I know,” you tease him back. “I clean up pretty nice, but god, this dress is so tight, I can’t breathe.”

Jungkook grins, handing you another glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray.

As you sip on the bubbly drink, you turn to him, your face hardening.

“Jungkook,” you begin, resting your palm against his taut, muscular arm. “Have your parents said anything to you about the opening on the legal team at Jeon Corp?

“Relax babe,” he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “They’ve been so busy with the wedding planning, but I’m sure they remember. Training is kicking my butt right now, but I’ll bring it up to them as a reminder.”

Your shoulders relax at his reassurance.

“Besides, once we get married, it won’t even matter. You can have whatever you want, I’ll make sure of it,” he presses a kiss to your temple, excusing himself to go talk to a few of his father’s associates.

The pit that had settled in your stomach the other day returns, and your head begins to spin. Your heart warmed at his excitement and his enthusiasm for your upcoming marriage, but it also made you feel uneasy. The two of you were so young. There was a lifetime ahead to think about getting married, hosting parties, and growing old together. Why couldn’t everyone just give it a rest?

Stumbling through the crowd, you push yourself through the throng of partygoers, chest tightening as you search for a quiet corner.

You come to a stop at the garden’s edge, catching your breath as your fingers skin along the rows of rose bushes. Tears prick the corner of your lids. Despite being back home, you’d never felt more alone.

“Rough night?” you gasp, turning at question that had been thrown out into the nighttime air. Belonging to a tall-broad shouldered man, you feel your skin grow feverish at the teasing lilt of his deep voice.

“Kind of,” you chuckle. “These types of parties aren’t really my thing. I feel like I’m gonna pass out from how itchy this dress is.”

You watch his hungry gaze rove over your figure, their glimmering depths sending goosebumps across your skin. Only Jungkook had ever looked at you that way before.

“Tell me about it,” the man snickers, taking a swig of his drink. Boldly, he steps closer into the light, allowing you to have a better look at your company.

Dressed in a black tux similar to Jungkook's, the fabric hugs his broad shoulders and tapers at the waist, highlighting his athletic frame. His dark hair is swept away from his forehead, exposing the prominent angles of his face. Taking a closer look, you notice streaks of grey run through his hair, and his sharp, angular face appears a little gaunt, but there’s no denying he’s handsome.

Reaching over, you grab the drink from his hand, watching his eyebrows raise in surprise as you take a sip. The crisp, refreshing bubbles burn deliciously as they trickle down your throat, and even though you’ve only had one sip of his drink, you feel lightheaded.

“Who do you know?” you throw out the question. A man like him must be a distant relative of one of these families, or perhaps a rich young millionaire looking to marry one of the many eligible socialites at tonight’s soirée.

“Me? I’m just the hired help,” he smirks. “Kim Seokjin, athletic trainer. I peaked in high school and now I help others do the same.”

A giggle escapes from you.

“You’re definitely among the more interesting party guests we’ve had, Mr. Kim,” you reply teasingly.

“Call me Seokjin. And nah, I’m just a washed-up has been,” he jokes, and you see a flash of sadness in his eyes.

“What do you mean—” you begin, but you’re interrupted by a voice in the distance calling out your name.

“___, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. His eyes widen and a smile breaks out on his face upon seeing who you were talking to.

“Coach! I didn’t think you’d make it tonight,” Jungkook beams. “I see you’ve already met my fiancée.”

“Oh,” you don’t miss the way your heart drops at the brittleness in Seokjin’s tone. “You must be ___. Nice to meet you, Jungkook has told me so much about you.”

He reaches out, warm hand enclosing your own delicate fingers in a greeting, watching his eyes widen at the contact. Before you can register your clasped fingers, you feel a tug on your arm, hand falling out of Seokjin’s as Jungkook smiles at you both.

“So sorry coach, we gotta get going,” he grins. “You know how it is, big parties, so many people to see. I’ll catch you at the gym tomorrow!”

“Congratulations to you both,” Seokjin’s responds emptily, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “I have to be on my way as well. It was nice meeting you, ___. Maybe we’ll see each other around.”

“Goodbye, Seokjin!” you wave, feeling a strange sensation wash over you as he walks away. Brushing it off, you catch Jungkook’s hand in yours and clasp it tightly, the two of you making your way back to the party.

As the night wanes, your eyes begin to droop, growing tired of searching the crowd for a pair of broad shoulders that have disappeared from sight.

…

The bitter sting of the alcohol coats his throat as Seokjin knocks back another shot, slumping over the bar which has all but been abandoned in favor of the flashing lights and heavy bass of the dance floor.

Ears ringing from the thumping music, he reaches for his phone, shooting Yoongi a quick text of his location. Drowsiness washes over him in waves, his eyes closing for a temporary reprieve from the madness of the evening.

Behind his lids, spots of gold and silver color his vision. The luminous splotches become ever more prominent, shifting seamlessly until they form a new image. A woman, skin glowing and hair shining against the dim candlelight. Delicate fingers close around the flute of champagne as a musical laugh echoes into the night. He doesn’t know how he missed the dazzling ring on your left hand.

The knife twists deeper in Seokjin’s gut when he remembers Jungkook coming up to you, fondly wrapping an arm around your waist. Jungkook was a good kid, he pondered. Kind, hard-working, well-off, with a bright future in front of him. One, where no matter how bruised and banged up he returned at the end of the day, he’d always have someone like you by his side.

Groaning, he scrolls through his phone again, swiping until his thumbs reach a contact. Sooyoung. Hitting the call button, a few rings emanate from the speaker, before the line clicks, and a voice responds -- hello?

Paralyzed, Seokjin sits there in silence, as the voice continues shouting hello into the speakers. In the background, he hears another man call out for the woman on the phone, accompanied by a child’s cries. Finally, the voice asks -- who is this? And that’s when he decides to hang up.

He feels a shadow loom behind him, turning around to see Yoongi wrap an arm around his shoulder, lifting his drunken form off the bar stool as they wobble through the crowd.

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call her anymore,” Yoongi mumbles gruffly, leading him out into the cold night. “What happened, hyung?”

Calling Sooyoung had been a mistake, and he fumbles trying to remember why he did it.

“I don’t know man, I guess I just got a little fucked up at the Jeons’ party,” Seokjin slurs, making an excuse to avoid arousing Yoongi’s suspicion. “It’s fine, won’t happen again.”

“Hyung?” Yoongi throws the question out as they approach his car. “You’re okay, aren’t you?”

And Seokjin’s heart breaks. It breaks because Yoongi knows him too well. Knows that no matter how many years have passed, and how many good days there have been to outweigh the bad, Seokjin is not okay. The hollowness that lives inside him threatens to consume him whole, rendering him into a ghost that merely floats as all of life’s moments pass him by.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I’m fine. Let’s go home.”

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