#clearly unaware of how badly it would fuck her life up to BE the rose bride
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Touga and Kozue have maybe the most amicable relationship of any two characters with Parallels(TM) in Utena, and the entire cast (particularly Miki) is incredibly lucky that they only acted as partners in crime once.
#revolutionary girl utena#touga kiryuu#kozue kaoru#shoujo kakumei utena#kiryuu touga#kaoru kozue#rgu#sku#obviously kozue is also a nanami/anthy parallel#MORE of a nanami/anthy parallel actually#but. she and touga do have some similarities that make me glad they seem to have parted ways and never interacted again#they both use sex to manipulate people#and participate as enthusiastically as they can in their own exploitation because they think it gives them more control#they're both in the passenger's seat of akio's car on a semi-regular basis#and much like touga seeks to harness akio's power as a ''prince''#by manipulating women and exploiting his sister#kozue seems to... admire? anthy. envy her maybe. covet her power in a way different than the duelists do.#clearly unaware of how badly it would fuck her life up to BE the rose bride#or. well. maybe she thinks she knows. but she does not!
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Hello, can I get a short fic a/b reader who's dating Deku, but both are unaware that Bakugou likes reader also? Reader isn't a fan of Bakugou and always complains to Deku about how he kisses his ass too much and lets him get away with ish. Reader is definitely more sensitive/indignant than Deku tbh.
*ahem* this took embarrassingly long. But,, here. I like it <3
Bakugou X Reader X Deku
SFW, mild angst
Contains: yelling, insults, implied self harm *briefly at the end, very vauge*, bakudeku if you squint, references of suicide *in refrence to middle school Deku*
Katsuki Bakugou was not jealous. Bakugou was confident and was going to be a top hero, and top heroes didn’t have time to be jealous. And, above all that, he was not jealous if stupid Deku.
Sure, maybe he was mad that dumb Deku got a partner before he did, but it wasn’t personal. Bakugou definitely didn't think about you. He didn’t think about the way your hands would look in his, the way it would look when his much larger arm rested around your waist. He didn’t think about sparring with you all the time, the way your body would look glistening in sweat as you cave him all you had. He only thought about sparring with you because he wanted to kill you, you were just another extra… right?
But you were soft, delicate even. But, you also were assertive, not all peppy like the other girls. You were always looking for a fight. You wanted to protect people, not just save them. You weren’t afraid to kick Mineta in the balls (both sets), and you weren’t afraid of hero work. You never hesitated to jump into the fight. You were heroic- worth Bakugou’s time.
It made sense you would like Deku more than him, it made sense Deku would get you. Deku was going to be a pro hero too, and with the way All Might dotes after him, he would be a hell of a hero too. Deku was smart, he was kind, and he was a decent fighter. He was everything that Bakugou wasn't.
Because to you, Deku was a hero. He was going to save the world one day. But Bakugou was just a villain who managed to fool everyone into letting him be a hero. To you, Deku was kind and caring; Bakugou was just loud and violent. When Deku was emotional, Bakugou was just loud. He was a prick to you, and he knew it-and that destroyed him.
***
“Hey Kacchan! Come hang out with us tonight!” Deku stood over Bakugou's desk, freckled face glowing as he smiled. Bakugou noticed your presence behind Deku. You were trying to hide your annoyance, Bakugou noticed.
“No way would I ever hang out with you losers.”
Kirishima grabbed Bakugou’s shoulders, squeezing him playfully. “C’mon Bakugou! It’ll be fun.”
“Fuck off, shitty hair. I’m not going.”
Deku looked defeated. You knew how badly he wanted to hang out with Bakugou again. You didn’t see why of course- Bakugou was a jerk and wasn’t worth your boyfriend’s time. But, alas, you would do anything for the green haired boy.
You gave Bakugou a side glance, “Everyone is going- it would make you lame if you were the only one who missed.”
Bakugou looked at you, both angered and intrigued. “Huh? What did you say to me?” He rose from his seat, leaning around Deku to see you closer. You looked him in the eyes, not intimidated or threatened. Deku looked vaguely panicked next to the both of you.
“I said you would look like the class loser to skip. It’s just a group hang out, Kacchan.” You teased his nickname, knowing it would set him off.
Bakugou tried to leap forward to you, sparks setting off from his hands. “Shut up, dumb bitch!”
You were about to hit him first, before Deku grabbed you to hold you back, his large arms containing you. Kirishima held down Bakugou, having to harden his arms to hold the explosive boy back.
Deku drug you off somewhere, whispering in your ear in an attempt to calm you down. Kirishima sat Bakugou down. “Dude, you have to accept that she doesn’t like you.”
Bakguou rolled his eyes, looking out the classroom window. He knew you didn’t but he wasn’t going to accept it.
“You have to move on. It isn’t manly to fight a girl.”
“It’s plenty okay to fight her, she started it!” Bakugou sat down in his seat, mumbling angrily. “and I don't like her- she's just as shitty as all of you extras.”
Kirishima looked Bakugou up and down, seeing through his bullshit. “Whatever you say, bro.”
Bakugou let out a ‘tch’, thinking back at your interaction. He never wanted to actually hurt you, maybe playfully rough you up, but not genuinely hurt you. He never meant to yell at you either, you clearly preferred softer guys anyway.
***
“You really shouldn’t fight Kacchan so much-”
You snapped your eyes to Midoriya, blood still boiling. “And why is that?”
“He didn’t do anything.”
“He did everything. He’s a jerk.”
“He’s going to be a hero just like us, Y/N, one of the best-”
“Not with the way he treats people. He’s going to be a shitty hero-”
“Don’t say that. You don’t know Kacchan the way I do.” Midoriya tried to reach for your hand, but you swatted it away.
“Do you even know him? He bullied you in middle school and was never really your friend as a kid. Honestly, Izuku, I don’t know why you kiss his ass so much, he will never respect you back and is always going to make your life, everyone’s life, hell.”
Midoriya’s jaw dropped at your words, unsure of what to do. You had never been this mad at him, or at anyone. Small fits of anger were a normal occurrence for you, but normally a minute alone and a kiss to the forehead would put you at ease- but this was beyond Midoriya.
You crossed your arms, walking away from Midoriya. He ran behind you, trying to catch up.
“Wait, Y/N, you can’t just leave.”
“Yes I can. I can’t be around that blond headed shit stick anymore or I’ll fight him.”
“You would win-”
“Don’t kiss my ass now, Midoriya.”
Midoriya looked to the ground. He really wanted to support you, but he also knew that he respected Kachan. To him, Bakugou was a hero, someone he looked up to. Bakugou was powerful, his quirk was amazing. He had the talent and skills to become a hero. He was someone who demanded authority and respect, he was a talented hero. He was amazing.
“I’m sorry, just don’t go yet-” he peaked up at you, your body leaning against the wall, head in hands.
“I won't go anywhere.”
“Good. Perfect.” Midoriya walked to you, pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms to rest on your waist. He placed soft kisses on your hairline.
“I’m sorry I got mad.” Your voice was not much more than a mumbled, muffled in his shirt.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry Kacchan doesn’t listen.”
You tensed, aggravated Midoriya just wasn't getting it.
“Why do you respect him?” You peeled back, looking up at him. Midoriya’s arms stayed firm around your waist. “To me, he just seems mean. I mean, the kid bullied you your entire life. He told you to kill yourself ‘Zuku. Why do you keep pining after him?”
Midoriya blinked. “I don’t know. I just think hes going to be a great hero, and I admire that.”
You let out a defeated sigh. “So is Todoroki, and he’s nice to you!”
“I do respect Todoroki-”
“Not as much as you respect Bakugou.”
Midoriya stayed silent. You were right, he just didn’t agree with you. He was someone of reason who tried to work his way through things logically, but your view of Kacchan didn’t make sense to him. Yea, he was sort of loud and abrasive, but that was just one of those things about him, like how Todoroki is blunt and Iida is controlling. It wasn’t bad, it was just part of him. He knew that he didn’t have the best relationship with Bakugou in the past, but things can change; people can change. It was all water under the bridge now. You were all going to be heroes soon, none of that middle school stuff mattered, not to Midoriya anyways.
“Let's just go back to class. We can worry about this later.” You started to pry yourself out of Midoriya’s grasp, his arms only pulling you in closer to him.
“Thank you for trying to listen to me. I promise Kacchan wont lash out to you again, okay?”
You nodded, not really believing him. Most of the time, you were the one who pissed Bakugou off first anyways. Midoriya placed a chaste kiss to your lips, letting his hands fall from your waist to find your hands. He placed a small kiss to your knuckles, watching your grow pink with the familiar blush he loved to see.
***
Bakugou watched Deku kiss you, his arms holding you close. It made him sick. You should have been in his arms, his hand on your waist, his lips on yours. His hands tightened into fists, small burns forming on his own palms. He knew he wasn’t what you wanted, he knew you weren’t ever going to like him, but he couldn't stop pining after you. He couldn’t stop daydreaming about you, how he would treat you, the places he would take you.
When you walked back into the room with Deku, both of you avoided his traveling gaze. You shot him a fast glare before Deku could usher you both back to your seats next to each other, Iida immediately lecturing you.
It was the first time you saw Bakugou without his angry scowl, but rather, a sad frown.
#oligbia original#my hero academia fanfic#mha fanfic#my hero academia x reader#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#izuku mydoria#izuku midoriya x reader#midoriya#deku#deku x reader#bakugou angst#bakugou x reader x midoriya#oligbia request
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Of Cold Soba and Rose-gold Vows (Todoroki Shoto x Fem!Reader)
Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x reader
Warnings: ANGST, mature themes, suggestive content, fluff
A/N: ughhh its finally here, honestly this took way too long to finish because im a lazy cunt but here it is finally! Hope you enjoy!
Also feel free to request stuff!
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
The footfalls of heeled shoes propagated throughout his office, each echoing step flooding his chest with dread and accelerating the previously calm rhythm of his heartbeat. Three consecutive knocks sounded before her sickly-sweet voice followed suit. “I have more paperwork for you, sir,”
Despite the lump accumulating in his throat, he managed to croak out a response, ushering his secretary into his office. The door clicked open, closing shut after she stepped in. He didn’t dare lift his eyes from the sheets of paper lining his desk, grasping on what little self-control was left in his morale. A hefty stack of paper was slammed right in his field of vision, causing him to snap his head up, ready to berate his assistant on her lack of professionalism. The lecture he was prepared to give her was shoved to the back burner in his mind once he made eye contact with her figure. Shit. A dress shirt way too tight around her bust, the first couple buttons left open and a body-hugging pencil skirt, accentuating her already exaggerated curves. Fuck. He winced at the audible gulp he couldn’t help but take, hoping she didn’t notice his frazzled reaction. His fleeting attention was brought back to her face, mentally cursing himself when he caught sight of her smug visage. She definitely noticed.
She took his silence as compliance, deciding it was finally time after so many failed trials to raise the stakes a bit more. Her self-satisfied attitude only augmented as she made her way around her boss’s workbench, stalking the way his shoulders tensed and the formation of sweat beads on his temples. With the pen now long forgotten, his hands clenched into fists atop his desk, two contradicting thoughts wreaking havoc through his conscious. He felt her feminine stature press into his back, her dainty fingers hugging his broad shoulders, compressing the taut muscle. All hell broke loose in the corners of his mind, his vision blurring at the peripherals. He could almost hear his subconscious screaming at him to push her away, to do something! But right now, he could only focus on the soft touch encasing his shoulders, the short breaths enchanting his ears.
“You seem a little tense, sir,”
Todoroki was well aware of the flirtatious lilt in her words, well aware of how wrong this was, but he couldn’t help but silently indulge in the prohibited intimacy. His resolve was rapidly cracking, her heinous antics doing a number on him. He’d resisted so many times before (her little game of cat and mouse lasting way longer than he should’ve allowed) but something about this moment propelled him to the edge of caving in. Just as he was about to pluck the thinning thread holding his restraint together and finally fall victim to her adulterated wishes, his phone rang, snapping him out of his indecent trance, giving him an exit out of this situation and he damn near bolted out of it. He wasn’t a religious guy, yet he still internally thanked whatever higher being was looking down at him right now.
He took the cue handed to him by the heavens gladly, his scarred hand darting out to clutch his cellular device. Urging his frisky secretary out with the excuse of taking this phone call, he watched as a sour expression overtook her features. She clearly wasn’t pleased about this, making it a point to stomp her way out, slamming the door behind her retreating figure. With her presence far away from his personal space, he let out a breath he’d been holding for way too long, taking a moment to steady his pulse. Mismatched eyes tiredly descending onto the device that had saved him, sliding his finger across the screen to accept the incoming call.
“Pro-hero: Shoto, we need your backup right now,”
The villain he was called in to capture had caused a ruckus in the city’s mall, one thing lead to another and devastating damage had been dealt to the city square. The villain was arrested with the help of the many Pro-heroes on sight, Shoto doing most of the dirty work with little to no harm inflicted to the surrounding area. Not many civilians were injured and there were no fatalities, the rest was smooth sailing from there (aside from a little squabble with a certain explosive hero claiming he had stolen the last blow, which Shoto honestly couldn’t give less of a fuck about). He couldn’t wait to take a shower, clock in and call it a day.
The hero carved his way through his agency, muscle memory dragging him to his office while taking off various support items during the short walk. He paused in his steps when a dire thought crossed his mind. Would she still be here? It wouldn’t be the first time she’d tried to get some alone time with him by staying well past her work hours. And if she was here, what would he do? He wouldn’t know how to respond after what happened earlier that afternoon. Whatever fucked up odds were in his favor for the second time that day as he didn’t hear a single noise in the agency, save for a lone janitor mopping the floor. Relief brought him back down to earth and away from his anxious thoughts. He briskly made his way into a stall, thoroughly enjoying the cold water enveloping his skin.
While under the showerhead, his thoughts ran amuck. That afternoon had been a close call, he despised himself because he knew that had his phone stayed silent, he would have indulged in the disgusting fantasies she’d created. A concoction of guilt and self-deprecation settled deep in his gut, he knew he had to stop these risky incidents, it wasn’t right. But every time he found himself ready to pull the plug and repent, she lured him back in like a sailor to a siren’s song. These sordid happenings had to come to an end, he knew that like the back of his hand, he just didn’t know how to stop luxuriating in the bittersweet taste of this forbidden fruit. He briefly contemplated firing her, frankly her skills weren’t even all that awe inducing, he could easily find a less problematic, more efficient replacement for her. But the wicked part of his being quickly squashed that option, even though he was fully aware that it was the correct option, the right thing to do.
The half and half Pro shut off the faucet, cutting his train of thought short in the process, and stepped out of the stall into the locker room. What was supposed to be a nice quelling of his worries had only spiked his self-hatred up a couple notches. Diligently drying off his candy cane hued strands, he could only hope that his mind would ease up with time.
By the time he’d made it to his surprisingly humble apartment, he’d relaxed enough to not look like he had a stick shoved up his rectum. All his tranquility was defenestrated the second he heard the voice that had been causing him so much inner turmoil the past few weeks.
“Welcome home, Shoto.”
The words that would typically soothe him, now caused him immeasurable pain. The guilt he’d been able to muffle, now ringing louder than any alarm ever could in his brain. Oh, how badly he wanted to tug you by the waist, desperately hold you against his larger frame. Yet Shoto couldn’t bring himself to do that, hell he couldn’t even meet your eyes, too afraid that he’ll taint your being with his grimy hands. The shame welling up was eating him alive, that vile scene playing on repeat before his heterochromatic irises as he tried to match your stare, a singular thought plaguing him. You don’t deserve this; he doesn’t deserve you.
He hadn’t been expecting you to be at home as you usually be snoring peacefully in bed right now. The uneven timing between both your careers had made it near impossible to spend time together, but you’ve coped with it throughout your relationship.
“Sho, you okay?” He was pummeled back to reality when he heard your concerned voice, lord knows he didn’t deserve your sympathy. He managed a small smile and a kiss to your forehead.
“‘M’ fine, just tired. Long day at work.” Was his simple response, leaving out all the details that would surely bar him from sleep that night. You hummed lightly, enjoying the sensation of his puckered lips on your forehead, which had become quite scarce lately.
“I made dinner, your favorite. You want some?” The hopeful glint in your stare amplified the hurt in his chest. How could he do this to you? Shoto didn’t take long to decline, ignominy brutally killing his appetite. He resigned to bed with you in tow, he could practically sense the disappointment radiating off you, but he wouldn’t be able to bear looking at your face a moment longer.
This has been the formulaic dynamic of your relationship recently; he’d leave early, hurl himself at work in hopes of avoiding any interaction with the two causes of conflict in his life then arrive late into the night, either to find you cocooned with all the blankets in bed or on the rare occasion that you were awake, he’d forgo dinner and b-line it for the bed. The distance between you made you perturbed. Sure, you saw the amazing work he does daily on the news (and you were the proudest and loudest of his fans, supporting him from day one unconditionally), but that didn’t mean he had to marginalize your existence for the sake of his hero career. Besides, this only became a problem recently, you tried to brainstorm any shifts or events that could have birthed this unreasonable drift between the two of you, but you came up with nothing, unaware that what had caused the drift wasn’t an event, rather a person.
All sleep eluded him that night, sleepless and cloaked in despair. His mind going back to its chaotic state. He didn’t know why he was enabling his secretary’s inappropriate behavior, maybe due to the lack of intimacy between you two? No, he couldn’t lie to himself, he was painfully aware that he was the one to cause the shortage of affection in your relationship. Todoroki didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just stop her like any good-natured, faithful boyfriend would. No matter how hard he berated himself, he could never find the will to stop wallowing in her passion, the passion of a woman that wasn’t you. God, how pathetic he was. He, at the very least, prided himself in being able to reject her advances up until now, but he knew that was the bare minimum of what he should do, but what he didn’t know was much scarier in contrast. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to turn her down. He watched the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, which eventually lulled his mind into a turbulent slumber.
Todoroki woke up at the ass crack of dawn the next morning, as per usual, yawning while he went through the motions of his morning routine. Now fully dressed and presentable, he paused beside your side of the bed. His cold knuckles brushed over your face, smoothing some of your follicles away to get a better look at your expression. Even in your sleep, you leaned into his touch, longingly seeking out his comforting, cool caresses with a soft, dopey smile. His heart stuttered violently, both with mirthful adoration and overwhelming penitence. With that, he abruptly halted the loving contact and headed towards his agency.
His day had been going pleasantly for the most part, a fairly easy patrol with some small-fry villains here and there, and barely any run ins with his dreaded secretary. All was looking well, he could finish paperwork and surprise you with an early visit, you’d absolutely love that! At least, that was the plan until she came barging into his office. His eyes expanding as he took in her disheveled figure. Her top buttons all undone, giving him an ample view of her cleavage, she had ditched the thigh-high stockings deciding to go bare-legged, her pencil skirt skin-tight around her curves and he could have sworn it was hitched up a bit. She wasn’t messing around this time. He prayed, begged for a way out like what had happened last time, yet he could somehow tell that wasn’t going to happen. Fate had already dealt its cards, giving him chance after chance, and now he was all out of chances, all out of luck. He gulped in preparation of what would come, for better or worse.
Meanwhile, you were sat at home, with a laptop in your clutches. After typing out a few overly formal and redundant emails, you stretched your arms above your head, hearing a satisfying pop. Unlocking your phone, your eyes scanned the number displayed on the lock screen. 5:32 PM. Shoto had informed you that he would be arriving early, the mere thought bringing a smile to your face. Your attention diverted from the numbers on your device to the background picture, a picture of you and Shoto on the beach, your lips caressing his cheek as he held onto the phone, a serene smile lighting up his expression. You missed those days, you knew you had to have a talk with him about the direction of your relationship, you just didn’t know when. You’d rarely see him throughout the day. And when you did, he was either too exhausted to function or already knocked out in bed. Your faith was firmly planted in him, it really was, yet you couldn’t help but speculate why his absence was more frequent these days. Shaking those thoughts away, you head to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
Shoto eyed her with a mixture of anticipation and fear, the way her hips swayed purposefully, her petite fingers curling around the lock and clicking it shut. She stalked her way over to his desk, leaning over it and bringing herself face-to-face with the object of her desires. Her pride was wounded way too many times to count, each rejection only increasing her sense of entitlement. She knew that her boss wasn’t single, he had a goddamn picture of you on his desk, yet that didn’t hinder her in the slightest. In fact, she took it as a challenge, at first it was fun to get a reaction out of him but his consistent refusal to her advances was getting tiring. She was treading on thin ice, one small slip up and she’d be engulfed in icy waters, but she confided in the fact that he hadn’t fired her yet (for whatever goddamn reason). Her stern expression met his own stoic one, a façade he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep holding up much longer.
“You left me hanging last time, sir. Let’s continue where we left off, shall we?”
She slid behind him, noiseless as a cat, taking the position she had been in the day before, this time with no interruptions. And there were no objections coming from him, which surprised both of them. She’d been expecting even a little bit of resistance on his part, yet there was none. Her abhorrent hands snaked their way down his built pectorals, relishing in his lack of defiance, whispering to him all the foul fantasies she’d dreamed of, and he didn’t say no.
“See, sir, once you let go, it’ll feel a lot better,”
As her fingers danced across his abdomen marveling at his muscles, she shifted a bit so she can stand beside him, watch all the resilience drain from his face as he gave in to her sick pleasures. God, he wanted to stop her, to shove her away, to do something, anything! But despite his subconscious crying out for him to take action, his body didn’t budge an inch. He felt sick to his stomach, he was enjoying this. He reviled himself over and over again in his head, yet he couldn’t deny her sensuous touches. He was already planning to penance for his sinful consent, never in his life did he think he’d ever be a perpetrator of infidelity, yet here he was letting a woman who wasn’t his lover touch him in ways he’d pledged were for only for your hands to execute.
His muteness was getting her drunk on the control she had over him -over the number three Pro-hero, she couldn’t help but test the waters and push her luck. Her digits scraped a path from his rock-hard abs to his inner thigh, kneading the muscle in her hands, inching closer and closer to the point of no return, the point where he’d officially be classified as an undignified cheater. His head snapped up, the haggard shouts of his subconscious finally proving fruitful in their effort to make him move. His eyes searched her grinning face, shit-eating and riddled with malice, and in a flash his mind compared her power-drunk smirk to your soft smile that he had the pleasure of witnessing that morning. All of a sudden, the frayed old thread holding his restraint together was restored to its original state, resewing and stitching itself back together to form a robust lasso that would hold his heart and spirit tightly, only yielding to your will and wind. She wasn’t you; she’d never be you or even come close. That small revelation prompted him to grip her wrist, which had been itching towards his semi-hard member. With newfound resolve, his voice as stern as he could muster, he made a demand- no, an order.
“Get out.”
“Wha- But-”
“Out. Now.”
His austere words left no room for discussion or complaints, her previously smug smile vanishing, replaced with pure fear at his staunch appearance. The tables were completely flipped, he had finally regained control over his traitorous body. She quickly heaved up, trying to fix her debauched state frantically before she booked it out of the room. With her villainous aura gone, the IcyHot Pro-hero dramatically sighed out, slumping in his office chair as he recounted the events of the past thirty minutes. He loathed himself for letting that continue on longer than it should have.
Before Todoroki can drown in his sea of self-loathing, his cell phone buzzed, indicating a notification. Opening the device, his breath hitched once he saw who had texted him.
Babe ❤️❤️:
Sho r u still coming home early tonight? ps love ya
Sent 6:13
Given the events that had just transpired in his office, his heart was racing. Mostly out of left-over adrenaline, but a part of him was happy he could still call himself loyal to you by minimum measures. Todoroki’d been so close to tipping over, he promised himself that he wouldn’t repeat his past mistakes. with the ache to see you blooming in him, he shot you a short text confirming that he’d be home in a bit and took a brisk shower to scrub off any lingering sensations from his sleazy assistant, both figuratively and literally.
When Todoroki arrived home only to be greeted by your patient smile, he couldn’t help the exasperated look overtaking his features. He truly didn’t deserve you, but he’d be a fool to let you go. Before you found the chance to even address him, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, savoring the aroma of your shampoo. He abruptly let you go to get a hold of your cheeks, gingerly patting them with his thumbs as he reminded himself over and over again that your were his and most importantly, that he was yours and only yours. Mental exhaustion crept up on him, the aftermath of his ongoing misdeeds finally catching up to him. Shoto could barely handle the fact that he had been so close to giving you up for some office skank, rubbing at his temples to ease the oncoming headache. You didn’t comment on his odd demeanor, opting to give him a serving of his favorite dish instead. With his head down, eyes focused on the coffee table in front of him, Shoto didn’t notice you leaving and returning with a tray in hand. His grey-blue hue flickered between the bowl of cold soba and the small glass of sake that were pushed into his line of vision then up to your playful grin. So pure, so loving. Nothing like the one he saw mere minutes prior in his agency.
“Eat up, I won’t be taking no for an answer this time!” Were your endearingly light-hearted words, that cheeky smile never fading. Shoto cemented this moment in his mind forever, ridiculing his past self for the umptieth time that day. How could he even bestow his stare on another creature when you were right by his side? Regret, repentance and unhinged love inundated him. He uttered out three simple words.
“I love you.”
You’d heard those same words come from his mouth dozens of times before, yet somehow this time felt special. You could tell the words carried more weight than they typically did, though you couldn’t pinpoint what kind of baggage they were upholding. Without even realizing it, tears had begun to trickle down your face, all your doubts and worries extinguished in an instant. Oh, how you longed to hear those words in recent days, they shook your entire world to its very core. He loves you; he still loves you.
Honestly, he hadn’t been expecting that reaction from you, but he understood the implications behind it, and it only added to the overbearing guilt weighing on him. Had you been so starved for his affection that those simple words made you cry? Shoto shot up from his seat, he made up his mind.
The cold soba was abandoned that night, he’d grabbed you by the waist and pulled you with him to the bedroom where he indulged in the throes of passion with you, worshipping you and locking every sound, every expression and every word you made forever in his heart which you mercilessly tugged at using the lasso holding it hostage. Despite the less than pure nature of your acts, Shoto considered this his confessional, where you were the priest, ridding him from all his past sins and engulfing him in your warm light.
When you were both tuckered out, he pulled you into his bare chest, petting over your head and silently planned the coming day. Promising that he’d be better for you.
The next morning you were dejected to wake up in an empty bed, but you wouldn’t let that shake you up. Shoto was clearly trying to reignite the spark between you two, and you were going to put in the effort too. While making your morning beverage before heading to work, a neon sticky-note caught your eye. You plucked it from its place on the fridge. In neat handwriting, it read:
Hey love,
Sorry for leaving early again, was called in for an emergency
I’ll try to clear the rest of my schedule to come home early today
Love you
~S
The sweet words served to strengthen your faith in him. He was trying, and you would be sure to show that you appreciated his determination.
After dealing with the emergency, Shoto patrolled around the city, helping out here and there when needed. When he returned to his agency, his steps carried a steadfast feel to them, he knew what he was going to do next, and he was going to make it quick.
“Sir, you called?”
The duel haired hero didn’t even spare a glance at his secretary, finding the monotonous emails on his screen far more interesting. He encouraged her to sit down in the chair parallel to his bureau. She wordlessly took his offer and sat down, her heart beating a mile a minute. They both knew where this is going.
“You’re fired. Pack up your supplies and leave as soon as possible. And please leave your desk at pristine condition.”
She shouldn’t have been surprised really, if anything this was an expected outcome from her unprofessionalism, she didn’t dare voice her disapproval though, even she wasn’t dumb enough to poke the grizzly bear. Just as silently as she had entered, she left without making a fuss. Irrepressible relief calmed the Pro-hero’s senses, he’d done the right thing. And he would continue to walk the right path for you. He was able to clear the rest of his schedule, noting mirthfully that he still had time before he’d head back home. He settled for making a couple detours before coming home to your adoring gaze.
“I’m back.” Shoto called out blissfully, he missed the feeling of having an embrace to call his home. When he didn’t receive an answer he got a wee bit skittish, though his worries were subdued when he noticed your sleeping figure huddled up on the couch, a bowl of half-eaten popcorn on the table and a shitty romcom playing on the TV.
He crouched so he could properly take in your pacific visage. He vowed to himself that from then on out, he’d better himself in every aspect to truly be worthy of being yours. And he was going to forevermore eternalize that vow with the rose-gold band residing in his pocket.
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The Right Swipe - Chapter Four
A Court of Thorns and Roses Modern AU Fanfic
All character’s belong to the wonderful Sarah J Maas.
Tag List: @superspiritfestival @duskandstarlight @perseusannabeth @courtofjurdan @omg-aelin @keshavomit @rainbowcheetah512
“What about this one?”
“No, it still doesn’t look right.”
“How are you both bigger and smaller than me at the same time?”
“All my suits are tailored to me, they’re not the cheap off the rack stuff you buy.”
“You say that like I own more than one suit.”
“Don’t you?”
“Nope. One suit. I wear it weddings and funeral, that’s it.”
“Then why do you need to wear one tonight?”
“Because, Rhys said this place is fancy, as in dress code fancy. They have some stupid rule about wearing jackets.” Cass sighed. He thought it would be easy to borrow something of Az’s to wear tonight for his date with Nesta, they were roughly the same size. Turned out Az was both leaner and slightly taller than he, and when the former got his clothes tailored, they looked stupid on the latter. There was no point asking Rhys, if Az’s jackets didn’t fit Cassian, Rhys’s definitely wouldn’t.
Az cocked his head to one side surveying Cassian. “Why are you bringing her to this place anyway?”
“Because it’s fancy and she’s the kind of girl who you have to bring fancy places.”
“Perhaps, but you’re not fancy—.”
“Thanks?”
“No, hear me out. You have been talking to this girl and you like her, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re getting dinner so you can get to know each other better, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“But this guy,” Azriel gestured to Cassian standing in front of him in an ill-fitting suit, “Is not who you are. You don’t go to fancy restaurants that have dress codes and names of food you can’t pronounce or alcohol you can’t afford. And this girl…Nesta?”
“Nesta.”
“She has been getting to know you over the last week and a half too. She must like you if she’s agreed to go on a date. Do you not think she’s going to realise pretty quickly that a fancy restaurant is not your scene at all.”
Cassian sat down on the end of Azriel’s bed and put his head in his hands. He did not need this right now. He was nervous enough about his date with Nesta he didn’t need his best friend to undermine his plans for the evening with logic.
“I don’t stand a chance with her if I don’t take her somewhere nice. I know she’s been on dates with other guys, I’m sure they’ve brought her to the best places in Velaris. I need to go all out if I want to impress her.”
“Who cares where other guys take her, she’s single and going on a dat with you, so it clearly hasn’t worked out with them.”
“All the more reason to go all out.”
“Be real Cass, you don’t stand a chance with her at all if she thinks that you really are whoever you’re pretending to be tonight. Sooner or later it’s all going to come tumbling down.”
When he looked back on it later Cassian would realise that not only were Azriel’s words true, but they weren’t really intended for Cassian. They were words that he wanted to say to someone else. Someone who had lead him to believe that they were one thing, a thing that Azriel fell in love with, and when that person revealed their truth, his whole world crumbled.
But in the moment, confronted with his own insecurities, Cass didn’t react the way he wished later he had.
“That’s the thing though Az, girls don’t like the real me.”
“Girls like you—.”
“No Az, they don’t! Girls like you, they always have. Mysterious Azriel, he’s so handsome, he’s so smart, he’s so talented,” Cassian was aware that his tone had turned mocking but it was too late for him to roll back on it, “they liked you before you had fame and money, they sure as hell like you more now. If you weren’t so terrified of having your heart broken again then maybe you would see it too.”
He knew he had said the wrong thing the second the words were out of his mouth. Regret flooded Cassian as Az recoiled from him as if he had been dealt a physical blow.
He stood from the foot of his bed where they both sat and headed for the door.
“No, Az, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that…I just—.”
“Good luck on your date tonight Cass,” Azriel said cutting him off. “I hope for your sake you don’t fuck it up.”
Azriel’s words, his wounded expression, bounced around in Cassian’s head an hour later as he stood outside the entrance to the House of Wind.
Okay, that was a lie. He couldn’t standing still. He was pacing up and down the sidewalk, no doubt wearing away the soles of Azriel’s shoe’s he had stuffed his feet into. They were the only thing he wore that fit.
Cassian didn’t think he’d ever been as nervous in his entire life. Then again, he had never been on a proper date before.
He’d had drinks before. When they were in school, he would hound Az into asking one of the girls who hung around the hockey team out for milkshakes, and convince her to bring a friend for Cassian. It always ended the same though, he would gaze longingly at the girl, trying to strike up conversation, while she would have eyes for no-one but Azriel. It was pathetic, and Cassian remembered being awkward, but never nervous. Maybe because Azriel’s presence meant there was no real chance of anything happening. No risk of being rejected by someone he really wanted.
Later he would sometimes ask Emerie for a drink as a prelude to their evening. He liked the company.
But he had never been on a ‘try to find out if we’re compatible enough to spend the rest of our lives together over the course of a dinner’ date before.
And he was terrified.
He desperately wanted to run his hands through his hair, a nervous habit of his. He had tried a couple of times too. Only then to remember that he had gelled his wild mane in place in order to look presentable for tonight.
The doormen eyed him as he paced back and forth, like they knew he didn’t belong there. If there was one thing that Cassian learnt living in the mountains however, was that you should never show weakness. Not to the wild creatures that lived in the forrest, not in the face of the potentially deadly weather, and certainly not in front of the battled hardened locals.
So, he met those stares right back with a menacing one of his own.
His fingers found the soft petals of the rose he held. He had bought it for Nesta from one of those carts that rolled around the city, catching men unawares as they strolled with their ladies. He knew it was an over priced and cheesy but it had felt right.
He might not be the kind of guy who wears suits and eats in fancy places often, but he knew that if he had a girl he would absolutely dote on her. And so a single rose seemed like a good place to start.
It was on what felt like his millionth time passing the restaurant that he saw her. Crossing the road towards him, she emerged from the bustle of pedestrians like Aphrodite from her shell.
Cassian’s world seemed to slow. The nerves that flooded his body became still. The only thing that he was aware of was his breathing and her.
Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.
Something deep inside of him was called to the surface at the sight of her.
She was every bit as stunning if not more than she was in her pictures, brought to life by movement.
Dressed in a simple, yet elegant grey dress, her hair was coiled on top of her head. It was then that he remembered her bio, how apt it was, a queen that he would have to earn.
“Cassian?” She asked, her expression quizzical as she neared him.
“Hi—,” Cassian squeaked. Squeaked! He hadn’t heard his voice that high since his balls had dropped. Loudly clearing this throat, he tried again. “How are you?”
Better.
“Good thanks. How are you?” She came to a stop, looking up at him with deep stormy eyes that cut right to his core.
His head emptied as he gazed down at her. She was so much smaller than him, her head reached the middle of his chest. Her body was soft and curvy; deliciously feminine, but her face…the pictures didn’t do her beauty justice. The depth of her eyes, which she had lined with kohl for dramatic effect. Her high cheek bones. And Cassian didn’t allow his gaze to drop to her lips, which she had painted a deep red. It was sinful.
He was still motionless, gaping like a fish, when she moved. Stepping closer to him and rising up onto her tiptoes, she placed a hand gently on his shoulder to steady herself. A jolt of electricity shot through Cassian, his senses suddenly shocked back into action.
He leaned down to meet her. He went to his left as Nesta went to her right. Instead of bussing cheeks, he ended up colliding with her mouth.
His lips met hers.
It was only a gentle brush.
And only for a second.
But it was fireworks.
Like a star exploded somewhere inside of him.
Cassian’s fists clenched as he tried to restrain himself from grabbing Nesta and pulling her onto him right in the middle of the busy street.
A small laugh came from Nesta as she stepped back. Her cheeks were stained faintly pink.
It only added to her beauty.
Cassian felt his own cheeks heat, and knew that in comparison he resembled a tomato.
He looked down, away from her for a moment, and cringed. The rose was a crumpled mess in his thick palm. He flushed further. He wished he could hide it, or dump it in a bin somewhere, but Nesta had already seen.
“Eh…this is for you,” he thrust the rose awkwardly at her.
Nesta accepted the rose with a wry smile, “You shouldn’t have.”
“I really shouldn’t have,” Cassian sighed, “I’ve already ruined this date and it hasn’t even started properly.”
Nesta didn’t seem to hear. She looked down at the rose, rubbing one of the crushed petals between her finger tips.
Cassian just watched her for a moment, unsure what to say. Maybe he should call the whole thing off now, to save whatever dignity he had left.
But when Nesta looked back up at him, something in her face had changed. “So, shall we go in?”
————
Nesta had to suppress a laugh. The date was going badly. Terribly even. It was categorically, beyond a shadow of a doubt the worst date that she had ever been on.
Cassian was not what Nesta had expected at all. The person sitting across the table from her was not the sexy mountain man from his pictures, whom she had been messaging for the last week and a half.
Another lesson in online dating, she supposed, you really need to meet a person in order to get to know them.
But that was just it. Nesta didn’t think she was getting to know Cassian at all.
Instead, she was on a date with the person Cassian thought she wanted him to be.
She should have guessed when he had first suggested that they get dinner at the House of Wind that it was somewhere he thought she expected to be brought, rather than somewhere he would ever actually go.
Nesta had been to the House of Wind on many occasions, most recently a few days previously when she had met another Swipe date, Eris, here for drinks. A fact that Nesta thought was best not to mention to Cassian.
The House of Wind might be fancy, but it was cliché. The kind of place men brought women to lubricate them - socially, with alcohol - before they brought them home to their bed.
Sure, that was what Eris had done, wasn’t it?
On the many previous occasions that Nesta had been at the House of Wind she had never seen a guy like Cassian there.
The type of guy who, in an attempt to look presentable, used so much gel in his wild hair that it more closely resembled a helmet. Who cobbled together a suit, that clearly neither matched nor belonged to him, in order to meet the dress code.
The type of guy who brought his date a crumpled rose to impress her.
The gesture was so tender that something hard inside Nesta’s chest had cracked at the sight of it.
Thomas had only bought flowers to appease Nesta after an argument. ‘Now let us forget about all that’ he would say to her. Flowers were a sign that he was done arguing and wanted to sweep the matter under the rug, resolved or not.
Nesta glanced at the rose that was lying on the table beside her. She knew, regardless of how this date ended, she was going to bring it home and put it in water. And then, when it eventually died, she was going to press it gently between the pages of a book and keep it forever.
A memory of this night.
That she was deserving of someone who cared about her.
Cassian cared. He cared about impressing her, about making sure she had a good night. He cared so much about what Nesta thought of him that it was stifling any attempt of getting to know him.
And he was nervous.
That much was apparent when he clumsily bungled their greeting.
He still had lipstick on his face from when he’d accidentally kissed her. It had only been the faintest of brushes of their lips, but Nesta’s heart had leapt.
Something had ignited inside of her like a burning fire.
More than it had when Devlin had taken her to his bed the night before. Even with his head between her legs she hadn’t felt that much of thrill.
So Nesta didn’t tell Cassian about the lipstick.
“Everything okay?” She asked, as Cassian looked up from the bill that had been handed to him.
“Eh…yeah. It’s just…” he blanched.
“Yes?”
Whatever he was going to say he decided better of it. “Nothing,” Cassian shook his head, “I just need to make a quick call. I’ll be right back.”
Cassian hurried away from the table, towards the door. Once he was out of view, Nesta leaned across the table and picked up the bill.
Ah.
She figured she hadn’t known he was ordering $100 glasses of whiskey. She probably should have said something, but she didn’t want to emasculate him. Other men she dated would not have reacted well to that.
Beckoning for the waiter, she pulled her credit card from her purse.
The date was truly awful, and yet Nesta found herself utterly endeared.
———--
Across town, squeezed into a tiny little sushi restaurant, Elain laughed. Harder than she had laughed in a very long time.
Maybe it was the foreign feeling of food warming her belly, or the Sake that she had been sipping, but Elain was pretty sure it was the company itself.
“That’s not true!” She giggled at Lucien’s latest punchline.
“I swear it on my life,” he said, his eyes going wide, sincere.
“I still don’t believe you.”
“Scouts honour!”
“I bet you weren’t even in the Scouts.”
Lucien laughed, raising his hands in the air, caught. “Okay, I was not in the Scouts…But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
Elain giggled again. Lucien was not only more handsome in person, but his easy and charming nature had put Elain at ease from the beginning.
“Elain.” Lucien said, his laughter dying.
“Yeah?”
“I think this place is closing.”
“What? Oh!” Elain looked behind her to find the restaurant empty and the staff beginning to clean up. Tucked into a little nook, Elain felt like her and Lucien could have been in a world of their own.
Elain glanced at her phone. There was a text from Feyre in their sister group chat, wishing her and Nesta good luck on her respective dates, but it was the time that had Elain jumping up.
“Oh figglesticks, the time! I must hurry if I want to make the last train.”
Lucien gave her an amused look. “Figglesticks?”
Elain felt herself blush, “Sorry, I’m just used to being with children all day. It’s bad to swear.”
“I think it’s very sweet,” he said with a soft smile, “Let me just pay and I’ll walk you to the train.”
Elain made a move to pull her purse from her bag but Lucien stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm, a shiver went through her. “This is on me,” he said.
“You’re very kind,” she said, blushing again.
It had been a long time since a man had done anything like that for her. In an instant the warm mood of the evening evaporated, fear overtaking her. What if Lucien was only paying because he wanted something from her in return? Was she safe walking with him to the train stations? What if he dragged her down an alleyway and had his way with her? Leaving her cold and crying with no way to get home.
Elain closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. This were the kind of intrusive, anxious thoughts that she had been working to overcome with her therapist.
There was nothing in Lucien’s behaviour tonight to suggest that he was anything other than a nice guy.
“Ready?” He asked, returning from paying for their meal.
“Yes.”
He offered her his arm as they stepped out into the cold autumn night.
“The nights here are beautiful,” he said, gazing up at the clear nights sky.
“Velaris is the best place to go star gazing.”
“Sure looks that way.”
“Have you been here for Starfall?”
“Not yet, I’m looking forward to it.”
“My sister always throws a huge party to celebrate. It is really spectacular.”
“I can only imagine.”
The continued like that, strolling along on the empty streets, looking at the sky, chatting about nothing in particular until they reached the train station.
“So…” Lucien said, coming to a stop, “I had a really great time tonight.”
“Me too!”
“You sound surprised?”
Elain shrugged, “I guess I didn’t really know what to expect.”
“Would you maybe like to do it again sometime?”
“Yes, I would really like that.”
“Good,” Lucien smiled.
He hesitated for a moment, before deciding to lean in.
Elain held her breath, her fingers wrapping around the keys in her pocket. A pathetic weapon, but one that might make the difference if she needed it.
But Lucien simply brushed his lips to her cheek before pulling back. “Safe home, Elain.”
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» you can be the sinner, i’ll be the sin pt. 2 - jungkook scenario
Jeon Jungkook - BTS
words - 3k
genre - college!au, badboy!jjk, smut
warnings - pwp / oral sex (fem receiving) / dom!jjk / dirty talk / unprotected sex (stay safe kiddos) / cumshot / tit fucking becuz why not
soundtrack - chase atlantic, devilish
part. 1 (highly suggest you read for some context this is literally pwp)
Never in your life had you experienced something like this. Waddling behind a man you barely knew, wet dress clinging onto your too warm skin and a similar sticky situation between your legs. It was hard to not want to drag Jungkook back into the house you’d just left and have him fuck your right there. But the grip on your wrist as he dragged you into the night made you rethink your decision. He’d was rock hard against you in the bathroom and he’d still restrained himself even though you were right there, legs open and welling. So whatever he had planned for you in his apartment was going to more than you had ever imagined.
You were right because the first thing he did, once he’d slammed the door of his room closed behind him, was push you right against the wall.
It was rough, but you were quickly becoming accustomed to his harsh touch - the snap of his fingers inside you at the party had warned you. They were unforgiving, demanding an orgasm from your slick heat, so you knew he wasn’t going to be a gentle lover. And you didn’t want him to be one either.
His kisses were similar, teeth skillfully nipping at your lower lip with an unforgiving promise. You couldn’t help but moan into the heat of his mouth, his lips cruelly pressed against yours carving out a rhythm that had you whining and arching into his crotch with pure need coursing through you. Jungkook had left on edge since the bathroom and now you need for a release was rising again, only sparked by the touch of his mouth on yours. The need was heightened by his hardness grazing against your core, close enough to buck into but not enough to get the release you so desperately craved.
You felt like you were dying, a raging fire coursing through your veins, as you clawed through his dark hair. You wanted to yank at it in frustration. Jungkook was doing nothing but torturing you and from the smug smirk slipping into the heated kiss you were sharing, you knew he was enjoying it. And you hated that he was. Yet you revelled in his grasp, the feeling of his hands tautly gripping your hips and holding them back against the cold wall sent a trickle of wetness sliding right down your thigh.
You needed to be fucked right now.
But that clearly wasn’t on the current agenda because was still holding his hips back, denying you the right to even feel him. But you were acutely aware of his own movements, fingertips leaving trails of tremors as they sailed across your skin.
Jungkook found the ocean he’d created, a chuckle slipping from his lips as the rough pads of his fingers pulled your underwear to the side and slide two of them in. You couldn’t help but keen into it, your own back arching against the wall as his thumb set a brutal pace against your clit.
“F-fuck, Jungkook! Fuck! Fuck!” The hoarseness of your own voice surprised you but that was quickly set aside when added a third finger in the mess of your under while hitting something that had your nails digging into the back of his shoulders.
“Look at you, such a greedy slut.” The sound of your hoarse whispers formed a melody with the wet slapping of Jungkook’s fingers against your cunt. “Need anything to fill up that hole of yours, don’t you? Taking all of my fingers without a single complaint. Bet I could add another. Would you like another Y/N? If you say please I might.”
You could even form a sentence, mouth wide open and head thrown against the wall. Three fingers were already creating a slight burn that was simmering underneath the pleasure and you weren’t sure whether you could take another one that the pace Jungkook was going.
“Do me a favour,” You managed to croak out, moving your head forward so you could look Jungkook in the eye as you rode his fingers. Jungkook had managed to switch on the lights of his apartment before his mouth had found yours and your back had found the wall, but it wasn’t like you interested in looking at anything else but him.
His eyes were dark and glazed over, blown out with desire from the feeling your slick coating his fingers. You realized the roughness of your kisses from the way his mouth was, red and swollen and glimmering with wetness as if he’d run his tongue over his lips. It reminded you of the way he looked after he’d risen from between your legs, mouth coated with the beginnings of your release. You wanted to kiss him again, badly but the growing weight in your core reminded you there were more urgent things to be dealt with.
“P-please fuck me.” Jungkook’s fingers were going to be the death of you.
“Princess wants a cock in her cunt that bad. I haven’t even started yet, darling. Be patient.” His last sentence was accompanied with a particularly precise snap into your pussy.
“Then – fuck – let me touch you at least.”
His hands stilled, a slow steady rhythm drumming into your pussy. You cracked open your eyes, unaware that they had even closed, and found Jungkook staring at you with a contemplative look. The feeling of his fingers leaving you made you immediately want them back. Anything was better than the overwhelming emptiness you felt. You couldn’t help but clutch your walls, missing the feeling of having him there.
Jungkook raised his fingers up to your mouth. “Lick.”
You obediently obeyed, cleaning his fingers with nimble flicks and drags of your tongue. You liked the weight of his fingers in your mouth, but it reminded you that you could be wrapping your tongue around something else. Evidently, he knew that too because his fingers quickly left your mouth and dragged you to the bed.
Your back hit his comforter with a soft thud. His sheets were black, something that didn’t surprise you but your eyes quickly found themselves attracted to the large bulge straining against Jungkook’s pants. It looked like it hurt and you wanted so badly to wrap your fingers around his cock. Or to have it buried inside you. It didn’t really matter at this point.
Then Jungkook tugged his shirt off, the wet fabric ripping off his skin. You suddenly remembered your own sodden dress. You’d forgotten that fact, distracted but how warm Jungkook made you feel. The moment your eyes landed on his sculpted tan chest your blood instantly heated up. In a second his pants joined the shirt on the floor, thrown to some dark corner.
Jungkook’s body was fucking glorious. Caramel skin glowing underneath the lights in his room. His hair was a mess, curtsy of your fingers finding comfort in his brown tresses as his own wrecked your cunt. The view you’d gotten from the bathroom was nothing in comparison to this. His arms, his chest, his fucking thighs were driving you mad. You’d never found yourself attracted to men with intense bodies but fuck Jungkook was proving you wrong with every minute you spent trapped in his presence. But if there any indication that you didn’t mind, the wetness dripping from your pussy glaringly reminded you that you didn’t – at all.
Muscles tensed underneath his skin as he moved onto the bed, knees hitting the mattress. You subconsciously skittered further into the bed, mind rearing. You didn’t know where to touch first. Your fingers had balled into the sheets, unclear on where to move because you wanted to feel everything. But Jungkook sensed you hesitation, elbows finding purchase on the mattress as his hands dug themselves into the flesh of your thighs and yanked you closer.
“You’ll suck my dick in a moment princess but I really need you to take this fucking dress off.”
You’d never taken something off faster in your life. His found the claps of your bra, once more undoing it and viciously casting it aside like its presence personally offending him.
“Aa-aah!” Jungkook’s mouth was warm around your nipple, the careful flick on his tongue across the sensitive bud sending waves of pleasure right to your pussy. You’d never been this wet in your life and of course, it had to be Jungkook eliciting this reaction from your body.
“Shit! Stop being a fucking prick and just fuck me already!”
“I,” A gentle nip against your breast. “Told you to be fucking patient.”
“What are going to do? Punish me?”
“Push me again and you’ll regret it.”
He pulled your breast into his mouth once more, slipping off with a wet plop that prompted a whine from your throat. And then was between your legs, trailing his tongue against your still clothed cunt. The fabric was off a moment later, Jungkook’s contained restraint slipping for a second. And then his tongue was between your folds and flicking on your clit and you momentarily forgot everything but the sensation of Jungkook devouring your pussy.
Your hips found themselves bucking upwards, looking for something to satiate the need building in your gut. Jungkook complied, readily dipping his tongue right into your hole and fucking it with vigour.
“H-hh-fuck! Fuck! Jungkook-”
You raised your head from the mattress, eyes falling on Jungkook who was greedily drinking in the sight of you coming undone on his mouth. Slick covered his lips and cheeks but from the way he drew his mouth away from you, greedily licking his lips you could tell he loved it.
“I fucking love your pussy.” That went right to your core, a rush of warmth sparking the fire that was burning there. He languidly rose onto his knees, the movement pushing you right back into the bed. He easily towered over you, his broad chest and arms caving you in.
“Then fucking fuck it.”
Something wild flashed across his eyes and then he was harshly spreading your legs apart, his covered erection pressing right against where you needed him most.
“Apparently you can’t listen.” He rutted against your cunt, brutally dragging his cock against your clit. You could feel the tremor running through your thighs but you were still empty, pussy clenching desperately around nothing. “But I’ll let it slide - for tonight.”
Jungkook was kicking off his boxers with ease, the muscle in his thighs flexing with the motion. The slap of his hard cock hitting his stomach made your stomach twist with desire. He was painfully hard, the head of his cock red and dripping with precum. You wanted to wrap your mouth around him but Jungkook had already pinned down your hips, pushing your legs up and outward so he could have full access to your cunt.
His tip spread apart your folds, Jungkook purposefully coating his length in your slick. You groaned at the feeling of him finally on your pussy. It was hypnotizing, the way he dragged his cock down your sex, slowly pressing against your opening.
Neither of you had expected him to slip in so easily, judging by the choked groan erupting from Jungkook’s throat. Your body reacted by arching your back up, giving him more access which Jungkook readily bucked into, his cock sinking into your heat until you were joined together by sweat covered skin.
It felt like heaven.
Jungkook was thick enough to give you that stretch you craved for and he filled your pussy up, the tip gingerly nudging against a familiar spot even with no movement. You couldn’t help but clutch around him, finally satisfied.
"Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groaned, eyes fixated on were your bodies met. His arms were pressed into the bed, elevating his body above yours. Veins ran beneath the delicate skin, protruding out due to the force Jungkook was using to fist the sheets. His mouth was in a narrow line, a sheen of sweat glowing on his forehead. There was a vein pulsing there too as if he was biting down hard on his jaw.
“Jungkook, you can move. Please move,” You whined, trying to move your hips against his. The rough grip that slammed your hips back down stunned you, his fingers drawing bruises from how tightly pressed they were against your skin.
“Give-give me a moment.”
Before you could reassure him, he was drawing his hips back and slamming them right into your cunt. His pace was brutal, hips smashing into yours with a ferocity you’d never experienced. Coupled with the feeling of his mouth on your neck, harsh pants slipping from his hoarse mouth as he suckled a bruise from the depths of your skin.
“Shit – shit – fuck! Your pussy was made for me, Y/N. You take dick so well,” The words tumbled out of his mouth, melting into your skin with his moans. You couldn’t speak, groaning into the air as you took his merciless pounding with no protest. Jungkook leaned back, grabbing one of your legs and slinging it forward so were you truly spread open for him. The next position gave him better access to your cunt and within seconds he’d found the spot that turned your thighs into mush.
“Jungkook! F-uck –fuck!” He was slamming right into you, hitting the ball of desire that had been steadily building in your core. Your high was rising as lost yourself in the sensation of Jungkook wrecking you apart.
And he noticed it, hips picking up speed, thighs taunt as he pounded into you. “Are you close princess?”
You barely managed a nod. Jungkook’s eyes flashed, hands finding your hips so could yank you closer. He leaned in once more, pressing your leg into an angle you never knew it could bend too, and pressed a kiss against your mouth. It didn’t match the harshness of his pace. His lips were gentle against your own, softly coaxing a groan from your mouth into his.
“You look so pretty on my cock, Y/N. So fucking gorgeous. You can cum, baby. Cum all over my cock.”
You release knocked your breath out of your chest, his name leaving your tongue in a startled cry that had Jungkook’s cock twitching inside you. White clouded your vision as you felt waves of pleasure ebb from your core, travelling down every nerve in your body as your toes curled in the sheets. Jungkook fucked you through your high, slowly down his pace as he gritted his teeth in an attempt to halt his own orgasm that was threatening to rip through. But you were so tight and warm around him. It was almost as if your cunt was begging him to let loose. And you looked so fucking pretty like that, fucked out on his cock, your hair an absolute mess and mouth dangling opening. The way you were arching against him, the leg not pushed up wrapped around his thighs and enticing him deeper was practically sinful. But he couldn’t – not because he didn’t want to. He did, so fucking badly, but the risk was too high.
The moment you came down from your high Jungkook pulled out, leaving you empty. You immediately missed it, eyes snapping up to question why but instead you found an almost feral gaze in his dark eyes. His cock was covered in your slick, raging red and still so painfully hard. Jungkook was aching for the same release you’d gotten.
You smiled, hastily sitting up to get your mouth around his dick but his hands on your cheek halted you.
“No, lie down. I want to fuck your tits.”
You choked down the shock as you obeyed, reverting back to the previous position. When the hell did that thought cross his mind? Jungkook moved up your waist, pausing momentarily to spread your legs apart once more and cover his fingers in your slick. You nearly flinched more the touch, still sensitive but you forgot about it was you watched him cover himself with your slick before he settled between your chest.
“I thought about this the first time I saw you,” He murmured as he leaned back, propping himself in a position that gave him room to fuck into your chest. The position gave you a perfect view of his chiselled abdomen, sweat shining on his chest. Your eyes trailed down the muscles to the v-shaped lines on his hips which lead you directly to the still hard cock before your face. You could stretch forward and have him in your mouth easily, but it was clear he didn’t want that. For once you were more than willing to do whatever Jungkook wanted.
“I wondered what you looked like with a cock between your tits and my cum on your face.”
You pressed your breasts around his cock, the slick on his length giving him the ability and thrust into your chest with ease. He was already close, eyes fluttering shut with each hasty snap of his hips. You could see it in the way his cock twitched as he drew closer, his stomach caving in as the pressure of his orgasm built inside him. It didn’t take long before Jungkook was groaning out your name, a warning falling from his plush bitten lips. You closed your eyes a second before it happened, Jungkook’s warm release coating your mouth and cheeks.
You could hear him panting from above you, cock still halfheartedly twitching on your chest and spurts of cum hit your breast.
Jungkook indolently got off you, his legs feeling like absolute mush beneath him. But he remembered he couldn’t leave you like that, with his cum all over your face. He came back with a warm damp cloth and gingerly wiped his release off your body, taking his time to make sure you were alright even though all he really wanted to do was collapse beside you and sleep forever.
You watched him, curiously observing the soft movements which were drastically different from the way he was pounding into you mere moments ago.
“You okay?” Jungkook asked once he’d disposed of the cloth and crawled back into bed. He wasn’t ever to going to move again. Unless it was to fuck you later.
He’d absentmindedly reached for the covers, delicately pulling the over your naked bodies. He hadn’t even realised he’d pulled you closer until he’d felt the familiar flush of your chest against his own.
“Stay the night?”
“Sure.”
You fell asleep without a second thought, utterly exhausted. And you didn’t regret it either when you were awoken the next morning with Jungkook’s head buried between your legs.
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