In Your Web || jjk (m)
"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."
🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)
🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au
🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?
🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)
🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D
🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.
🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star
They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!
Please reblog and share your thoughts/comments with me as they make me happy hehe 😊 I reply!
SBaFL universe | bts masterlist
The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.
Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.
The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.
College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.
After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.
As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.
The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.
The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.
“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.
Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.
“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.
“How much do you think I could make off of it?”
Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.
“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.
“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”
“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.
“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”
Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.
“What do you-”
Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.
Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.
After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body.
The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.
Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear.
“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.
Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue.
Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.
Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.
“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his.
Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.
“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.
“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”
Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”
You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers.
Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.
His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.
When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.
“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”
“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.
“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”
“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.
“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”
You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.
“Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.
“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.
Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.
“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.
You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.
It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously.
“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.
Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”
“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.
Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.
Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.
“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.
You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?
“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.
“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.
Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.
“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.
You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.
“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.
Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.
“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.
“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”
He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.
“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.
A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.
“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.
Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”
“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.
You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race.
“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”
“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.
“Someone has to be,” you kid.
“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.
“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.
“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.
You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”
You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.
“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky.
Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.
“Do you forgive me?” you asked.
After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.
“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.
“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”
Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.
Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.
Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.
Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.
With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.
“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.
“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”
“Jungk-”
He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.
“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.
Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body.
You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.
The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.
Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.
“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.
Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.
“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.
Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.
“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.
Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.
“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.
You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.
“You may.”
Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.
He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.
His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.
Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.
Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.
You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.
One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.
“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.
You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.
Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”
You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.
“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”
Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.
Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”
“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”
You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.
“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.
“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.
“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”
For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting.
“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.
“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.
“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.
“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”
“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”
Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”
You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.
“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.
You listened to him silently.
“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”
Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.
“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”
You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.
“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.
“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”
“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up.
To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.
“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”
A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.
“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”
“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”
You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.
“You did not just-”
“You have the right to remain silent-”
“You’re not a police officer.”
Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”
You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.
“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.
Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”
Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.
“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.
Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.
Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.
Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.
Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.
“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.
As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.
“On.”
Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.
“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.
“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”
Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.
“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.
Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.
You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.
Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.
“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.
Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”
Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.
Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.
You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.
Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.
Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.
“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.
You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.
“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?
“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.”
There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.
Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”
Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”
“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.
“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered.
Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.
“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.
“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”
His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question.
Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.
Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.
“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.
“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.
“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”
“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”
You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.
Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.
Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.
He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.
Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt.
Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.
He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.
“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling.
Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.
You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.
“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”
“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.
“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.
You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.
Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy.
A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.
“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.
Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.
Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.
“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.
“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.
His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.
“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.
“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.
At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.
Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.
Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.
Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.
Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.
You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.
“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.
“Y-yes,” you agreed.
“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.
Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.
“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.
Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.
“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”
“Please,” you begged.
“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky.
“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”
Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.
“That, I can do,” he chuckled.
He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.
Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.
You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.
He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.
Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.
“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”
The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got.
“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.
“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.
Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.
Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.
Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.
A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.
Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.
Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.
You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.
Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple.
While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.
“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.
“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.
You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.
Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.
Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.
“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.
“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”
You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.
Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.
He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.
“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.
He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.
You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.
“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.
“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.
Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.
Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.
“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.”
You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.
Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips.
He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.
Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.
When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.
His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.
Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.
“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.
“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.
Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.
“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”
“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.
“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”
“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”
“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.
Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.
“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.
Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.
The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.
“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.
“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.
“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.
Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.
You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.
“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”
Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.
“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.
“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”
“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”
“Okay.”
Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.
“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.
“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”
“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.
“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”
You laughed, nudging him to scold him.
“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”
Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”
“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.
You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.
“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.
“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.
You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”
“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.
“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response.
After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”
Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.
“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”
“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.
Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.
“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.
“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.
You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.
“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”
At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.
“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.
Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.
“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.
“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”
“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.
“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.
“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”
“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.
Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.
“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.
Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.
“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.
You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.
“Okay.”
You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.
“You’re a menace,” he huffed.
“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.
Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.
“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled at him.
“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.
“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.
You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.
“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.
You nodded.
Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.
“Did you drive here?”
“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.
“Yn, I told you not-”
“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.
“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”
Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.
Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.
“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.
Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.
“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.
“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.
By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.
Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.
Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.
Love Bug 4:09am
i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight
A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.
Menace (loving) 4:16am
I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌
Love Bug 4:20am
its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead
Menace (loving) 4:22am
Maybe soon?
Love Bug 4:25am
i can make that happen
Love Bug 4:25am
now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow
Menace (loving) 4:26am
Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊
Love Bug 4:27am
good morning (;
You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.
When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.
Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.
He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.
You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.
This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.
Class was about to start soon.
Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.
Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.
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"Kiss?"
He's a half dozen meters ahead, crouching next to a hulking mass of metal. Probably an overturned truck, maybe even the leftover remnants of a Titan although it's kind of hard to tell with the rust and overgrowth. Not that it really matters.
"Yeah?"
"I think I've got something."
Something in the way he says it this time, comm crackling in my ear, tightens my gut. Damn it. Five days we've been crawling over this sector, one shattered street at a time and so far we've been lucky enough not to find anything larger or badder than us. I guess it was too much to expect it was going to stay that way.
"You don't say. What you got, Bandaid? More dogs?" Yeah, that's me. Eternal optimist.
Nearly a week on bait patrol has given the greenie this much; he's got his head down and he's not peering around like a prairie rat just waiting to get shot. The scanner in his hands is waving slowly, trying to get a better fix on whatever it's found. Sniffing.
"Nah, Kiss, I really got something this time. We've got action two, two fifty south of us. I got spikes in the twenties."
I start picking my way up to where he is, ignoring the deep ache in my leg. With the armor on nothing heals like it used to.
"Say again?"
My own damned fault, this time. Misjudged the terrain like the rookie I’m not, sliding into a pit when a section of street just gave way, hollowed out forever ago by whatever concussive force broke the buildings. Took us an hour to get me back up again, both of us sweating and swearing by the end.
That was three days ago and at least I'm not limping anymore. Not running either which is why Bandaid is point and telling me he's found something to spike his needle when I was really hoping to not find anything at all.
Not for the first time I think about taking off the Crey armor.... but that'd be suicide. Any drones in the area would have me in a heartbeat and I'm not willing to bet three minutes of uninterrupted healing that there aren't any lying dormant in the wreckage. That much of an optimist I'm not.
Ghost carefully up to his shoulder, skirting the rubble and crouch down to look at the numbers myself. Shit. "Somebody's fighting. Somebody's fighting hard."
"We going?" He looks up at me, unsure. Under his helmet Bandaid's young, barely out of his teens and pure human. I keep forgetting what it's like to be that young. Feels like I've been fighting my entire life, what with one thing or another.
"What, you think HQ sent us out here just to enjoy the stroll? We're not packing daisies, you know. C'mon." Tap him on the helmet, just above the little piece of tape that gives him his nickname. "Let's go check it out."
Brave words. I can feel the presentiment of cold in my bones.
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Don't let anybody tell you different, there's a real art to walking through the disputed zones.
I mean, you gotta watch everything. Everything. Don't get me wrong, Rikti can hide damned near anywhere, their shields fooling even the best scanners sometimes. Not the drones though; we don't have to care about them. They'll ignore Bandaid as useless and me.. well, unless I get stupid, the only thing they'll flag me on is ambient temperature and the armor takes care of that.
No, it's more that you've got to watch that nothing is going to fall on you, drop out from underneath you, or contain a nasty surprise from ten years ago when they were mining the streets to stop the advance. Harry's bunch got themselves smashed when a strip planting went off near what used to be the north end of Kings. Nothing but much left of the entire platoon but what you could scrape together in a baggie. If all I do is fuck up my leg on this run I'll count myself lucky.
The hotspot on the scanner is our lodestone. Fade and slide through what was probably a nice little commercial area, once upon a million years ago. A shopping mall maybe, who knows. Teenagers and soda pop and sock hops.
A drunkenly leaning sign catches my eye, paint faded into obscurity. The artwork is all but choked with scrubby grass. Something in the shape teases my eye though and I think I could almost remember what it said if I thought about it. A haircutting place maybe, or a restaurant. A piece of faded cloth caught at one edge flaps in a random breeze before settling.
Funny, what memory can do. The sign, the cloth. His favorite sweater was red, black with a bull's head. For a moment the dust and sweat meld and I can smell spice and lime, taste cool water. For a moment his dark serious eyes swim in front of mine.
Jai Marchan. God, I haven't thought of him in years.
Shred the memory almost as fast as it hits me because it's just that - memory, and an old unimportant one at that. Marchan left years ago, before the war even started. An argument, same old story, over something I can barely remember anymore. I don't even know if Trinidad is taken or not, still on the map or not. He's probably not even alive anymore, not if there was fighting. He'd have been front line day one and we died like wheat under a thresher back then.
"We're getting close." Bandaid crouches down, hunkering over the scanner. I follow and for a couple of minutes we stagger-advance, using any cover we can find. When the coords hit red he motions us down and we worm into a position to see what we're up against, scraping ourselves up over a tumble of concrete to peer down the slight incline.
The metal spikes of equipment on his back stick up weirdly from this position, like his helmet grew roots. He's got most of the scanning and communication gear but he's also got the tripod for the weapon I'm carrying. There's still some advantage to not being human even now - Bandaid couldn't have carried this load an hour before collapsing.
"What the hell is that?"
For a moment I can't answer because I don't believe it. I don't fucking believe it.
Thirty, maybe forty feet away they're fighting.
I haven't seen one of those in ten, maybe twelve years; so long ago it's like another lifetime. The energy is pouring off in waves as they fight, the Rikti soldiers swarming like ants. Tracers of light like fireflies streak across my vision.
Beautiful. So beautiful.
And so fucking doomed.
The massive stone hammer swings, takes a gunner in the side in an explosion of bone. The body careens to the side to join others but there are more, too many more as energy splashes against augmented hide. Blood, undistinguishable from each other, spatters.
"....troll."
"What?"
Clear my throat and try again. "It's a supatroll. What, you never...?" Yeah, I guess he never has. They got taken out fast too, at the beginning. "Take a good look, Bandaid. Take a good look because you'll never see one again."
The troll screams with fury as another Rikti soldier gets too close and a skull shatters as one massive fist crashes down. They roar with approval, arms cording with effort. They turns and I see that one eye is already gone, lost in the ruin of their face.
Red and black. Ice and pain. The hammer swings up even as we watch to carve a deadly arc in the air in front of the massive body. Nothing dies this time but it's only a matter of time before it's them. They don't have much left.
I'm squirming past Bandaid to slide down the concrete face in front of us. Why? I don't know. The troll is dead. They just haven't fallen down yet.
"Kiss! What are you doing?" His voice is a sibilant whisper like they're going to hear us. "Kiss!"
I'm sliding towards level ground in a barely coordinated fall, listening with everything I've got for the whistle that says incoming. The frantic cursing in my ear is suddenly chopped off and the noise behind me is him scrambling to catch up.
Good kid. Stupid, but then again, they don't send you on disputed recon for having all your marbles packed tight.
So what the hell do I think I'm doing?
"History lesson." Is that my voice? Yeah, I think it is. "That's a troll. You capiche 'troll'? I'm sure they showed you pictures in Basic." His breath whistles through the comm. "Only this one's hopped up on 'Dyne. Supatroll."
I remember, I remember. Stone gods in their day, pumped up, juiced out, kings of their earth. God in his blasted heaven, I remember.
My brain is freeze framing, grabbing everything I know, everything I see.
Thing is, superdyne's injected, blood borne. This one must have found an old cache, a hospital not entirely ransacked, a gang's horde, something. Cut themselves open, poured the drug into their veins in a lethal dose. I can almost see it. A smashed window, the glass embedded in their skin, opening themselves to the invasion. Ampule after ampule, directly into that massive heart.
Lethal dosage because as soon as any of it hit their system they were dead. Couldn't have been more than a half hour ago too. Just long enough for the change to happen, to stagger out into the street, supernatural energy roiling over their skin. One last fight.
Oddly enough there's no pain in my leg anymore. As soon as I hit a stretch of ground that's long enough, flat enough, has cover enough, I ship the weapon. He's a heartbeat behind but then the maglocks that hold the tripod to his pack webbing release and he's bracing it on the ground even as I crank the pieces together.
"Shit! Kiss? What are we doing?" His whisper is panicked.
"Fighting."
"Why? Command just wants us to map this area, report..."
"Shut up. We've got about a minute before drones show up. Less."
Which is true. I'm just surprised they're not here now.
The weapon is so new tech I can almost smell the factory on it. A prototype that's supposed to be able to take out the drone shielding and any patrol with a super on it carries something like it in the half assed hope that maybe it'll do some good if one triggers.
Since I run recons that usually consists of me and some poor greenie who's in trouble with the brass, I make sure I've always got the latest tech going. It's not like anybody else out here is going to save my ass.
We have the weapon shipped and mounted in thirty seconds which isn't half bad considering Bandaid's probably never done this in the field before. Settle behind, leaning back nearly to the ground with my legs braced to the side, hands to the grips. Low target, just the muzzle pointing out towards the battlefield.
He's swearing under his breath in a high voice, slamming in the payload.
The supatroll's decimating the Rikti squad. They haven't seen us, probably doesn't see anything at all. They had to have known, right? Had to have known what they were doing. You don't fall on that many 'dyne needles by accident.
The chilling whine hits my ears like a knife.
"Where?" Bark it out, sighting. Bandaid looks up, his face shiny. Slides the HUD over his eyes. I've been there and I know. His vision is green numbers now, distances, vectors.
"Mark six niner niner, up and easy!" At least his voice is steady.
Swing the gun and there they are, arrowing in over the horizon, just skimming the rubble. Just two this time, not even going to question that fortune. The first swings wide to survey and I turn to follow, shifting weight. Fucking seekers. Don't even engage the enemy to save their own side until they've assessed and taken the damned data.
Target down the rear aperture to the sight post. Breathe out.
The troll destroys the last remaining soldiers like I knew they would. They’re not feeling anything, they never did. A bellow of triumph shakes the sky, arms upraised and dripping with blood, thicker things. So furious.
Fire.
The tracers flare out, looking. Finding my target.
The second drone hasn't hesitated. The snaking advance is suddenly an arrow bright flash in the corner of my eye.
Yet somehow they see the danger. Energy crazes over their skin as they turn, charging to meet their maker. The stone hammer arcs back to meet the assault. The seeker is firing even as it goes for the kill and green blood explodes. The hammer bounces harmlessly off the shields, sending it flying.
"Up two up, left one! Kiss!"
The first is already finishing its sweep, turning to lock in as well. But this one I have. This one is mine.
Flick the sighting, fire again. The world is halo bright.
"Left left two! Acquired!"
The recoil kicks as I fire the main gun, the gyrojet launching.
Perfect. So perfect. My little doomsday wakes up halfway to its destination, sensing its mission. The shriek of hyperacceleration rings in my ears even as the rocket enters its murderous spiral.
The drone streaks for the sky but this is its own technology turned back on itself, stolen. Used what they learned, built the guns that went for the EMP shields without hesitation.
The drone explodes in a roar of blue flame.
Yes. Oh fuck me, yes.
No.
Not destroyed. Damn it. Damn it. It spins the air, listing dangerously to the side but still turning, now reorienting back towards us. Aiming.
"Reload! Damn it John, reload!"
"On it, on it!"
He fumbles, frantically feeding the next belt in. I can feel the cold settling in my bones, arctic memory. Everything is clear.
The troll roars, still standing somehow, still undefeated. Rips a chunk of asphalt from the ground and hurls it against their seeker. Power rips crazily down their arms, imbuing the car sized concrete slab with kinetic force. The shields still hold on the drone but it flickers. Another red thread of energy lashes out and the troll bellows as it impacts their side.
"Fire!"
And I do. Tracers spin out.
"Acquired!"
The weapon jerks again with a satisfied movement. My seeker can't dodge this time, too damaged on the first hit. The 'jet takes it square and it spins backwards like a toy.
The explosion is like sex, deep and tight. Shrapnel arcs like a fountain.
"Got it!" That's Bandaid. "We fucking got it!" But I'm already swinging to rough target, feeling the triggers under my thumbs as keen as blades.
"Again, damn it, reload!"
The supatroll. They’re swinging around, traitor shrapnel buried deep into their side. Deep, so deep. I can see the bone through the blood. That one’s mortal for sure, as if that matters.
Oh no, no, no because they’re now ignoring the drone. Turning. The hammer tries to rise. Takes one step towards us.Two. A bellow of rage echoes like all this broken concrete grew a voice.
Forgotten, the seeker rises behind him. Tilts down.
I'm screaming back and I don't even know what.
The blood sprays like a decoration. They’re on their knees without intervening motion.
Fire.
The tracers streak out. I hear the numbers, rotate the cylinders.
Fire.
Acquired.
Destroy.
They must have done something. They did something because the shields break without hesitation, shatter. The second drone tumbles backwards, out of sight. A heartbeat later flame rises and a deep concussive tremble confirms what I need to know.
On his knees, they sway. Keel over like a slow motion film. Roll onto their back. I can see the massive chest panting as alien metal pulses obscenely with each breath.
Bandaid is yelling. Cheering. I'm gripping the gun so tight I don't know where I end and it begins.
"... did it, we did it!" Bandaid knocks my helmet, right above where the word KISS is hacked in, reminding me always that I hate that name, I've always hated that name. "We fucking got them!"
It takes hard effort but I release my fingers one at a time, pull back with a tearing sense of loss. Standing up takes more energy than I have.
Listen but I don't hear more. Not yet. Did we get them fast enough? Maybe. Maybe.
I'm walking before I realise what I'm going to do.
The troll is still making sounds of rage in their throat. hands flex, over and over. Still reaching for the hammer, I think. This close I can smell copper, offal, the sharp sizzle of Rikti metal that's more taste more than anything else.
I pull my helmet off to run a hand through the short white stubble. My hand is a distant shake.
Have the crazy, insane knowledge that this is Skyway. They’re dying and this is Skyway again and I'm the one that killed them, taunted them, made them die while we danced, while others tore their life away.
The memory overlaps this one until vision is superimposed. They glare up at me from then and from now, a singular eye flaring with hatred, with need. They’re not done. Even still. Even now.
Their eye.
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"Mother?"
"Yeah, Ranger?"
"You know anything about trolls?"
Roll over on my side and stare curiously at her. She's watching the stars it looks like, leaning back on her hands. The grass is cold under my side.
"Well, yeah. You all smell funny or something."
She doesn't laugh like she's supposed to, looking up. "No. I mean, about what happens." She hesitates. "Supposed to happen."
"Huh?"
She sits up then, picking some grass between her feet to flick the small threads away. "I mean. I read this, okay? There's some scientist somewhere that says trolls just.. I mean. We just all turn into trolls. Later on." Her skin is dark enough to be black under starlight. I can barely make out her expression.
"Barrier, you're making no sense." And she's not. "Sure you're kind of a troll already. That's sort of indisputable. You got the cute horns and everything. Didn't they figure your dad was some sort of ogre or something?"
"Stasis, don't you read anything they give you for homework?" Her voice is exasperated. I shrug.
"Only when they make me."
Her voice deepens until she doesn't sound like anything, like anybody I know. Like rock would if it had a voice. “They end up all the same. All the same." She shifts a little to look at the sky again, I can just make out her tilting profile. "No boys. No girls. Just the 'dyne mutation taking over everything. At the end they're... we're... just trolls."
Takes a minute but then the sense of it sinks in. I'm already shaking my head, sitting up in a hurry.
"Oh no, Ranger, that's not true. Totally not true. Not gonna happen."
"Yeah? You think?" She looks at me out of the corner of her eye or at least I think she does. "Like you know. You don't even read your homework."
"Don't need to. Barrier, it ain't gonna happen. Trust me on this, okay? You got a little troll in there, sure. But you got freckles and your horns are the wrong color and stuff. You even got.., uh, tits. You are not going to turn into some weird thing, honest."
"Yeah? You know this."
"Well, yeah. I know this. Trust me." Reach out and grab her hand, curling my littlest finger around hers. "Totally trust me. Pinky swear. You're a girl, I’m a girl and we get to be girls together. Even if you don't like it much."
She laughs then finally, like she's supposed to, and pushes me away.
"Mother, you don't know anything at all."
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Their eye.
Her eyes.
"....Saskia?"
There's no recognition there, not anything at all. There's a cold tremble in the pit of my stomach. Relief.
Then I realise it's because they’re dull with death, glazed over. Nobody home anymore. No understanding.
No name.
"Kiss?"
Look down at the dead hulk. Barrier?
"Kiss?"
Take a deep breath and pull my gaze away. "What?"
"Look, we totally kicked ass and everything but can we get out of here now?" He looks excited, freaked out, scared.
Look around and he's right. The dead Rikti, the sprawled corpse of the supatroll. The flaming wreckage of the two drones. We're sitting targets. We've got to get distance between us and here as fast as possible. This is a demilitarized zone but it's far from fucking empty.
"Yeah. Yeah." Look down once more though, can't help it. There's nothing there though. Just a dead, stupid troll. We're going to be right with them if we don't get moving.
Mother, you run the play or you sit on the bench.
Yeah Ranger, I know. I'm going.
Turn away, back toward the gun.
Realise even as I walk that Command needs to know. One 'dyne freak could mean more. More power signatures means more drones which means more Rikti activity. Start to move faster. More activity means more need for the grounders, hit and run. This whole zone could light up in a matter of days.
If my leg hurts still I'm not paying it any attention.
Leave the troll to cool on their improvised bier, already forgotten. We've got to get out of here.
There is only one direction anymore and that's forward because looking back is just another word for suicide.
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