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MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪ !

prohero!kirishima x prohero!reader

genre: smut, p with plot (kinda)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️

+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.

++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.

you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.

you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.

you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.

“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.

you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”

“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.

“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.

your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.

“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”

your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”

kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.

“n-no…?” he hiccups.

“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”

the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.

this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.

“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“mmph~!”

kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?

“glurk glurk.”

now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…

“ah~…”

one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—

“cooock~!”

trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.

hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.

you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.

but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.

like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.

his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.

“oh shit…” he whimpers.

you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?

your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.

you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?

𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪

“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.

this would be an afternoon to regret.

your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.

you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.

your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.

with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.

“s-so full!”

“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”

heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).

but one thing he does know,

is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.

#manga buddies; fin.

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THE GREAT KACCHAN !

villain!bakugo x queen!reader ft. king!all-might

genre: smut, oneshot, medieval au

word count: 1.1k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con, real mean bakugo, older reader, dom bakugo sub reader, mentioned blackmailing, degrading, infidelity (cheating on all might???), accidental impregnation, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, creampie, copious amounts of cum, orgasm pussy make bakugo go brrrrr, overstimulation, and much more to cum…

+a/n: no, can we talk about it? this ‘baby fever’ that i have had in all my published and deleted fics? it needs to go. but hi, it’s me :3 i really hope u enjoy this fic because it took me so many redrafts to finally make it make me go “oh.” like that “oh.” so many people liked my kiri manga buddies fic that i was really nervous and anxious about whether i could write something as good as it again. but whether it makes you hot down there or not, it’s all good because i finally like it myself. 😩

++ “m-mine.”

⠀ 𖥻 SYNOPS𝗶S࣪

you were supposed to be a queen, sitting by the side of all might, the world’s greatest hero. he was such a good man with a kind smile and a reassuring voice that lifts the mood in any room.

but he had a sickly heart.

his famous build of muscle deflated as soon as you reached the confinement of your shared bedroom. you would stare with sympathetic eyes as he coughed up crimson blood, staining your white sheets.

you used to be sure nobody knew apart from the both of you. with no heir to the throne, your power and lives would be in grave danger if somebody found out. it was a secret for you both to take to his arriving grave.

but when the great kacchan arrived at your doorstep threatening to expose your husband’s illness, you did what you had to do as the queen.

because you would do anything to keep the secret.

𖥻 THE GREAT K𝗔CCH𝗔N

“fucking slut,” he groaned into your ear, arm reaching under your torn dress to slap your twitching clit. his slap was wet, so obscenely wet that you let out a shamed sob and pulled away from his warm body. his fat cock slowed to a stop and you whimpered, hanging your head low in embarrassment. his fingers slipped past your clit and felt around where his cock sat inside of you.

his chest rumbled with an evil chuckle as he brought his hand up to your view. you keened at your embarrassment coating his fingers. his hand was covered in your juices.

“p-please… i c-can’t…” you whimpered, feeling a dull ache where his cock sat still inside of your creaming cunt. bakugou tutted, reaching his hand around your torso and snaking it up to grope your breasts. “can’t what, my queen?”

bakugo pulled back and slammed his hips against yours, pressing his cockhead against your cervix. your body jerked with a cry. “you can’t tell your husband, your king, about how you’ve been a dirty little whore for his worst enemy?” he pumped into you slowly, but every thrust felt like the devil’s temptation— hot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you quivered in his arms. you didn’t want to admit it but you loved being his whore, even if it meant betraying your husband.

“you can’t tell him how you’ve been fucking me, princess?” his thick, calloused fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him. through your teary eyes, you still admired his raw beauty. his blonde hair spiked messily while his eyes were the prettiest shade of red. such a weirdly cute face, but psychotic mind.

“answer me, ___.”

“e-eat my fucking ass.”

𖥻 THE GREAT KaTSUK𝗶

fap, fap, fap~!

your scalp burned with the pull of bakugou’s grip on your hair, but you weren’t worried about it. all you could feel was the slap of his balls against your clit as his cock slammed into your creaming pussy over and over again. “o-oh my god—!” he slapped you, slamming into you and pausing to feel your walls pulsate around him. his fingers grasped your chin and forced you to look at him. “what’s my name?”

you couldn’t focus when the tip of his fat cock was kissing your cervix, wetting it with his precum. your ass was naked and flush against his trimmed happy trail for anyone around to see. “k-kacchan~” your pussy squeezed against his cock, milking him. you moaned and jutted your hips back, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth. “m-my king… please fuck me!”

you just wanted more.

“anything for the queen,” bakugou purred and planted a sloppy kiss onto your lips. his tongue swirled around your own as he pummelled into your sopping cunt, wrecking your body for anybody else. with his hand working your clit and his thick cock rutting into you, you didn’t know if you were still breathing. your ears were stuffed with the sound of his firm balls slapping against your juices, the wet squelches of his cock fucking into your pussy and the whimpers you moaned into his mouth.

heat bubbled up in your stomach and your eyes rolled to the back of your head— you were seeing stars.

“you gonna cum for me, princess? hm?”

you nodded, fingers bunching up the material on your dress. your breath became shallow and your chest heaved, leaving your nipples to harden in the cold air. you huffed ‘n’ puffed as your eyes closed. you focused on the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and the way his precum filled you up so much that it dribbled all the way down to your clit. you felt the pressure build inside your cunt, and you called out his name.

“katsuki!”

hearing his real name flow so effortlessly out of your mouth and into the fresh air triggered something inside of bakugo. his eye twitched and his hand dropped from your chin, gripping onto your ass instead. he shivered and almost collapsed onto you, using one hand to keep him steady against the tree. he shuddered, unable to stop the sudden churn in his full balls, and finally, he came.

“n-no…” you keened, eyes wide with fear plastered all over your face. it was like a rocket, the way his cum splashed around inside of you. his hot seed sloshed inside of you, ready to impregnate, and painted your battered cervix a creamy white. he kept pumping into you, emptying all his trembling balls had for you, and sent you into another orgasm. your body lit on fire as you squirted around his cock, twitching in his grip. the feeling of you cumming so hard on his cock as he fucked his cum up into you removed all sense from his mind and he flew into madness.

you cried out, feeling your cold nipples scrape across the bark of the tree. “k-katsuki, s-slow—!” bakugo licked across the side of your face, fucking into you with even more energy. “m-mine.” he gripped your waist and slammed the entirety of his cock into you, slipping past your cervix and cumming for the second time.

fuck, you were definitely pregnant.

#tgk; second part coming soon

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LIVESTREAM !

idol!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp (kinda)

word count: 1k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consensual sex, d&s (dominance & submission), s&m (sadism and masochism), oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dom!jk & sub!reader, beefy kook, unrealistic sex, extreme overstimulation, multiple orgasms, copious amounts of cum, mentioned unprotected sex, unaware audience, and reader’s cooch has been through it ⛲️

+a/n: this is a repost of an old drabble for somebody who used to read my old ffs ♡ . also, this is one of my favourites from my old writing so i hope you enjoy! btw… there’s no impreg kink in this one 🙏🏾.

++ “anything for my angel.”

𖥻 L𝗶VES࣪TREAM

jungkook gripped the leather arms of his desk chair and forced a smile for the vlive he'd switched on ages ago. bts' new song, dis-ease echoed around the room and through his screen to the millions of people watching his live. "arm—” he paused and glanced underneath the desk. his breath hitched in his throat.

gosh, the sight was amazing.

with your teary eyes looking up at him so beautifully, he could just see the begging and need for mercy in your eyes as you pleased his sadistic ways as part of your punishment. he eyed the runny mascara mixing in with the hot and sticky ropes of his blissful orgasms that had pooled inside your mouth instead of shooting down your throat.

he almost came at the sight of your puffy, swollen lips perfectly swallowing the whole of his large cock. he could even feel the outline of him inside your throat with the one hand he'd kept down there to provide comfort and pet your head or push your head down even further, leaning forward to hide it from your unaware audience.

he brought himself back to reality within a second or two, "ah, my apologies, army! i thought it was getting a bit messy down there with all my devices and was thinking of ways to organise— the mind of a cleaning-freak, haha!" your hands tied behind your back with his belt didn't help at all when he suddenly bucked into your mouth twice, hiding it with him just 'adjusting himself' on the chair.

"ah, i only wanted to come on for a short while before i went back to punishing you—" your core quivered around the vibrating length inside of you and you muffled a whimper by voluntarily deepthroating him. "—...punishing you all with my handsome face."

he grinned before throwing his head back with a laugh, "that was so embarrassing, i apologise." jungkook's right fist hidden from the camera clenched and unclenched as his thumb repeatedly pushed against the plus symbol on the small pink button until he knew he'd reached the highest level.

not being able to see the devious smirk your boyfriend had on his face, your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you were forced to take in the device’s small vibrator on your clit as well as the twitching, plastic length inside of your cunt. drunk on your climax, you involuntarily squirted all over the hotel room’s carpet.

and to hide the sound of you brutally coming undone for the 13th time under the desk, jungkook continued speaking to his fans as if nothing was happening. "oh, wow," he mumbled with a glance at his phone and feigned innocence, looking back to the camera, "guys, have i really been on here with you for 35 minutes?"

"hm, i guess i'll go now since it's been a while." he smiled at the camera with a wave, "bye guys!"

you patiently waited, your hips stuttering and grinding against air in need for a fat cock to stuff your pussy. jungkook remained silent, making sure everything was off, before wheeling his desk chair backwards.

slowly, he petted your head and looked down upon you with a coo. "my little sweetheart." you whimpered and shuffled closer to him on your knees, giving his hard and erect cock a twirl of your trained tongue. you were pleading so innocently: ‘daddy, please?'. he could almost hear it.

jungkook hurriedly shoved your head flush against his inner thighs and placed his both hands against the back of your head. he started to buck relentlessly into your warm fuckhole. "so f-fucking pretty—!" and with a pained shout, he shot his third load straight down your willing throat.

you didn't even have to put in work to swallow it as it all just shot rope after rope down your throat. with heavy eyes, you moaned around his cock at the beautiful view you had of jungkook falling apart because of your mouth. your mouth. nobody else could please him as you did. nobody.

he groaned as he pulled out of your battered fuckhole, strings of white following after his pink tip. "so fucking perfect..." he mumbled, rubbing his mess all over your pouting lips with his length.

jungkook grabbed your face from under your jaw, his thumb pressing into your cheek, and pulled you up to stand. his fingers fell onto your breasts, ghosting over the nipples that he loved so much. then with a u-turn, his fingers traced over your back, giving you chills. his hands did a quick job of unbuckling your wrists. he gave you freedom.

your legs felt as if they were going to give way when you reached a shaky hand down between your legs. you cried out, fingers grazing over your swollen clit, but you slowly pulled out the vibrating intruder and held it up to his view.

"suck it clean," jungkook ordered and turned off the vibrator. his curious fingers trailed down to your own mess. covered in your juices and jungkook’s cum, the pink vibrator slid past your lips, welcomed by an eager tongue.

"oh, baby," he groaned as his fingers felt around your inner thighs. three of his fingers slipped in with little to no struggle and even though he was terribly overstimulated, he was beginning to twitch back to life.

"how many times?"

you pulled out the device and swallowed before whispering, "t-thirteen..." you cried out at the increase in his pace as he fucked you with his fingers. you collapsed onto his chest, fingers gripping tightly onto the hoodie he wore.

"p-please," you begged before biting harshly on your lip; you knew better than to ask for something from him when it was your punishment. but jungkook grinned, turning the both of you around and throwing you onto the bed.

"anything for my angel."

#livestream; fin.

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do not steal, modify, or publish my work.

K𝗶TTEN !

ceo!aizawa x fem!reader (ft. mobster!toga)

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consenual sex, aged up characters, messy fic, reader’s living their best life, unrealistic sex, infidelity (shota & toga r cheaters), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected sex, squirting, using a gun as a sex toy, overstimulation, pet names (kitten, pretty & princess), dom!aizawa + sub!reader, dom!toga + sub!reader, and aizawa has cameras everywhere… ⛲️

+a/n: aizawa ft. toga ver. of an old jungkook ft. lalisa fic because… why not? also, this is only chapter 1 (chap. 2 deffo isn’t coming anytime soon though…). i have more things with toga and aizawa coming soon + a little pt2 drabble of the great kacchan will be out soon!

++ “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

aizawa grunts and throws his head back as he fucks into you with all he has. his fingers press his mark into the supple skin on your ass.

fap! fap!

you think the condom just might snap off from the way he’s so desperate to finish off.

“f-fuuu—!” eyes closed, you keen as you thrust your hips back into him, body shaking as you fight the build-up of pleasure that dares you to cum. aizawa moans your name and gives one last thrust into your cunt, feeling your walls throb around his member and clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans, spilling into the condom that’s rapidly filling with hot spurts of white. his hips stutter and his hands knead your asscheeks, pulling you back towards him. he finds the little strength in him to pull out and sit back on his wavering knees, pulling off the soaked condom and tying it up before disposing of it.

you pant, fingers still digging into the soft cotton of his marital pillows. your face is swirled with a deep red while your swollen, overstimulated pussy cries for climax. you can feel his stare burning into your trembling body. within a second, you’re flipped over onto your back and blessed with his glare.

he stares down at you with a look that could make you cum on its own. you whimper when he shifts downwards, resting his head in between your thighs. he can see the begging in your teary eyes; he can see you begging him to let you cum.

watching a tear roll down your face, his fingers slip inside you. they pound into your cunt over and over again. your arm shoots out to grab his pumping arm, hips bucking up into his fingers. you shout and tense, looking down at aizawa’s hard stare with pleading eyes. the obscene wet sounds your pussy make when his fingers thrust back into you; the warmth of his tongue snaking around your clit;  you needed to cum.

“cum for me,” he demands.

a silent scream rips from your throat and your hips wildly buck up into his palm, body spasming from his continuous rubbing on your g-spot. aizawa quirks an eyebrow and glances down at your squirting cunt, feeling little sprays on his palm. dazed, you mindlessly fuck yourself back onto his fingers. it hurts so good but he still doesn’t stop fingering you until you beg, and beg, and beg. that’s what punishments were made for though.

pain.

“kitten,” he mumbles, fingers tiptoeing across your torso. “will you be repeating the same mistake again?” you shake your head no.

“words, baby, words,” he groans, kneading your thighs with threat. you sniffle, peering down at him through your wet eyelashes. most of his long, black hair is out of his face, slicked back. but a few strands fall to the side of his face though, framing his sharp lines. his eyes show no emotion but you can see the warning hiding behind his nonchalant manner.

you clear your throat, looking away. you might’ve been crying, but you loved this. that’s why you did the shit he hated on purpose to bring out this side. the side where his eyes looked crazed with madness. the side where he would fuck you till you forgot how to recite the alphabet. the side that made you feel owned.

“it wasn’t a date,” you mumble quietly but you aren’t quiet enough. aizawa digs his sharp nails into your bruised skin. you cry out and attempt to escape his wrath, turning onto your side and darting upwards . but he’s quick to lean over your body and yank you back to him with a firm grip on your neck.

on his knees, aizawa has your back pressed to his naked chest. your bodies connect from your back against his chest all the way to his cock pulsing in between your lips. “i didn’t hear you,” he says. “say it again.”

when you remain silent, he draws back his cock, as if he wants to fuck you all over again. but this time, you know he won’t let you cum.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. “i won’t do it again…” your lie works. he shifts away from you and you await his usual touch and his usual aftercare. but he does nothing.

your head snaps back to aizawa and you wear a sour frown. you glare at his defined ass and chiselled back as he saunters towards his grand en suite bathroom. “i have a meeting in an hour with the shareholders,” he says, “i’ll be late.”

now, you’re annoyed.

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

“didn’t i buy you that?”

you furrow your brows at your lover and tilt your head to the side. he’s dressed in a suit (that probably costs more than your rent) and was fiddling with a button on the arm of his white shirt when you caught a glimpse of the one-of-one wristwatch sitting on his wrist.

you hum, “i did buy you that…” you smirk and sit up in the bed. aizawa stops what he’s doing and looks back at you over his shoulder. “with my card,” he grumbles. he emphasises ‘my card’ as if you should care.

you don’t.

you shrug, “still a decent anniversary present, no?” you remember when you left the watch on his nightstand wrapped in your lace thong. you wonder if his wife got to see. you wonder if you wanted her to see. would she even care?

“no,” he deadpanned, glaring at your grin through the mirror. “himiko won’t be back tonight.”

“with a girlfriend?” you tease with a raised eyebrow and he chuckles, nodding. “so unfaithful,” you dramatically scoff as you stand to your feet, grabbing his shoulders and turning him to face you.

“the new one. don’t think the girlfriend knows that there’s other girlfriends too, though.” you laugh, lacing the tie’s material around your fingers.

“she must be hot,” you mumble with a nod.

“she isn’t,” he sighs but can’t let himself look away from your beauty. bottom lip tucked in under your upper lip, eyebrows knitted in determination; you were everything a man like him would want— sorry, a married man.

you scoff, “you’re only say that because she won’t let you fu—”

“how are you so unbothered?” he speaks lowly, narrowing his eyes at you. but he’s right to ask that, how are you so unbothered when she could easily hop into the hetero lane and decide he’s her next target?

“just because,” you reply. when you finally get the tie done without his help (for the first time in forever), you give him a tight-lipped smile.

he stares down at your face; he stares at the warm smile lighting your cheeks at this time of the night.

you were what he needed.

“but if you do wanna fuck her… i say go for it! i’ve seen her in magazines like that one about hot 20s and also on the news and—oh my god, shota! she’s sooooo pretty—!”

“i’m leaving.”

𖥻 K𝗶TTEN

you babble along to shawn mendes’ ‘teach me how to love’, blowing bubbles in your wine. your naked legs thrash around in the glowing pool as the song blasts through the many speakers. it’s only been an hour since aizawa left after checking up with toga to make sure you had the mansion to yourself.

“to me,” you mumble and raise the glass to your lips. as you swallow, you glance around the room, admiring the grey, marbled pillars and hefty rocks placed at the edges of the lengthy pool. the indoor pool’s theme made the huge room look more like an ancient greek bath. but where was your handsome hercules to scrub your back?

“why can i hear shawn mendes…?” a voice calls out and you splutter on the red wine, neck twisting to find where it came from.

there’s a woman standing at the other side of the pool, dressed in a black suit that shows off her deliciously long legs bottomed off with black heels. but you’ve never been this scared before. no, seriously, you feel as if you’re about to die. because the woman standing before you is,

“m-mrs aizawa.”

“toga,” she corrects you, “mrs toga.” her citrine eyes look as if they’re glossed over with tears and you rush to your feet, leaving the glass by the pool.

“uh…”

she giggles and raises a finger to her eyes, “oh, i’m not crying— i actually don’t cry. but i got into an argument with a girlfriend at dinner. and she threw fresh onion slices at me— plus knives.”

“oh,” you breathe.

you don’t dare to look away from her. you know what business she’s in. her ash blonde bangs can’t hide the obvious irritation on her face and you think it’s best if you start running. but just as you take a step to the side, she sighs and draws a gun from behind her.

“hmph,” she pouts, “i really didn’t wanna do this today.” she whines, “haven’t i been through enough?” like i barely got the other one off of me…” with a frown on her face, she picks at a suspicious red splatter on her chest.

“u-uh…”

“don’t stutter,” she grumbles, lowering her head. “stutters piss me off.”

you swallow, “aizawa told me you wouldn’t be home today.”

toga finally gives you a good lookover and realises what’s going on here. raising her eyebrows, she gasps, raising her gun to cover her lips. “are you the one that did that thing with the thong? the, uh… oh my gosh, the red one?!”

you want to nod, but you’re also fearing your life. you don’t know how she would react. so you start to shake your head. but what if she later finds out that it was you? how would she react to a lie?! so you shake your head no, but say “yes.”

“what is this?” himiko’s gun drops to her side and her face deadpans. “is that a yes or a no?” she looks stunned with confusion but you think that if you were in her shoes, you would be confused too.

“it’s a yes,” you speak clearly, “the one-of-one watch. i bought it for him.”

“wow,” she scoffs, turning to the side. “wow, this is…” she even drops to crouch by the pool, staring into the water. “so what does this mean?” toga says, impassively. “shota’s cheating on me now. why is he having a better time cheating than i am? this makes no sense.” the syllables shoot out of her mouth so fast that you struggle to understand everything apart from the long silences when she takes a pause.

with her face long and inscrutable, she stands and tucks the gun back into her trousers.

“where is he?” she stares at you with an expression that makes your skin crawl with fear…. but your cunt clenches. and you kind of wish she had the gun out again.

huh.

her hand begins to reach behind her again. “a-at a meeting,” you rush out.

“hm,” she hums and looks over you once more. “and he left a beauty like you alone? with nobody to protect you from the dangers of this world? from me?” she grins evilly as she starts to make her way around the pool, the sound of her heels meeting the tile echoing across the room.

you step back. but it doesn’t help that you’re at the left end of the pool and it would only be a ten second walk for her to get to you. “do you want me to call him…?”

“don’t bother,” her sick grin grows even bigger at the colour draining from your face. you know what this means right?” she smiles and steps in front of your frozen body, raising a hand to caress your cheek.

“no…?”

“oh, sweetie,” she coos and lets her hand fall to your neck, running her red nail down to your exposed collarbone. “so naive, so clueless, so fuckable.” your breath hitches in your throat and you somehow maintain the eye contact as she curls her finger around the collar of your oversized shirt, peeking inside.

“gosh, i should protect them… right?” toga glances up at you, biting her red lip.

“i can protect myself…” your voice comes out quiet and tiny compared to the harsh and strong tone you had in mind.

“oh, no, no, no… pretty, don’t you know?” toga starts off, cupping your chin with her index finger and thumb. “princesses are put in castles— towers… they’re meant to be protected.” she emphasises ‘protected’, ending it with a click of her tongue.

“we even go so far to keep them high up and away from the lowly kinds of us. we bring them gifts, all to make sure they know we respect them. that we’ll treat them well…”

she lowers her face to yours, being slightly taller in her stilettos, and keeps her craving eyes on your parted lips. “and i’ll treat you well, princess.” that’s the last thing she says before her lips come crashing down on yours.

you whimper into the kiss, letting her lips dominate yours. she forces her tongue into your mouth. however, she’s still expecting you to push her away— to stay loyal to aizawa. but you don’t.

instead you willingly moan into her mouth, leaning upwards to get more of her plushy lips. toga groans, satisfied with your greediness.

your clit quivers at the way she softly cups your breasts. her thumbs run over your hardened nipples, treating you like a real princess. “so pretty,” she mumbles against your lips, giving one last nip to your lower lip before pulling back from you.

toga turns on her heels and sashays away from you, leaving you like putty in the hands of the devil. she stops and turns back to you, “what are you waiting for? strip.”

you raise your eyebrows and let out a small sound of understanding, pulling her husband’s shirt off of you. now bare for the wife to play with, you shiver.

if you couldn’t even hold back from her tempting lips in his own home, how did aizawa last 3 years?

himiko continues swaying her perfectly shaped hips from side to side, long fingers coming to the back of her to grab at the black weapon. she does it at ease, putting it on safety in a swift thumb maneuver before tossing it aside— into the pool.

it isn't too long before she’s peering up at you, holding your thighs apart as she catches your violent squirting in her mouth.

her other hand’s busy rubbing the nozzle of a gun (that’s now been taken off of safety) against your clit, but she’s now thinking about just shoving it into you. and as if you couldn’t be anymore frightened, she shot a round right beside your head, piercing a pillar.

you fear what she could do to you right now. toga could easily slip and pull the trigger, kissing you goodnight.

but you should’ve been scared for something else. seriously, how could you forget?

aizawa had cameras everywhere.

#kitten; fin.

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don’t steal, modify, or publish my work.

N. S. F. W.

hero!hawks x assistant!reader

genres: fanfic, smut, [p with a sprinkle of plot], drabble series

word count: 1.2k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!!! dub-con (both aren’t sober), afab/f!reader, tiny mention of drugs, implied infidelity, hawks & his heat problems, mirror sex, marking, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, overstimulation [would it be my fic if there wasn’t any], copious amounts of cum, cervix fucking [shameful i know], heavy breeding kink, a lot of creampies, and implied impregnation [that will be dealt with in the otherother drabbles because we do not condone mistakes guys!!].

series masterlist: N.S.F.W

+a/n: one day, i’ll have a fic without creampies… one day 😔.

++ “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”

drabble one - ‘forgetting something?’

hero!hawks that ends up finding assistant!reader in a nightclub and engages in certain inappropriate acts with them, accidentally triggering his heat. one sniff of the club’s air and he realises you’re ovulating… and, of course, he ends up fucking you dumb in the club’s bathroom, breeding you like tomorrow doesn’t exist.

but… he’s forgetting something.

𖥻 not safe for work

keigo didn’t remember.

he didn’t remember how you’d found each other in this club— the hero and his assistant, both high on ecstasy. he didn’t remember how it was the way you were grinding on him that triggered his heat that wasn’t due for another 2 weeks. he didn’t remember how it took only one sniff of your fertile body before he was dragging you away to the bathroom and fucking you like you were his.

but that didn’t matter.

“h-hawks!” you cried out, slapping a hand onto the tiny bathroom’s mirror to steady yourself against his constant and desperate pounding. your pleads and moans only seemed to drive him further into his mania, fucking his cum deeper into your stuffed cunt.

you could feel his cum sloshing around your womb already.

panting, he let his eyes drop away from you in the mirror and fall to the vivid evidence of your breeding.

it was so crude. how your creaming cunt swallowed his cock as he drove into you and how it clung to him as he drove out of you, moaning lewd squelches; how his seed spluttered out of your pussy with every thrust; how you both sloppily joined together as one.

“oh god.”

it was everything to hawks.

the hero’s clouded vision dragged up your body to the base of your neck. obviously, you were unmarked. he didn’t even think you knew about marking or any his quirk’s shit. but still, mind shrouded in primal instinct, keigo felt a unbearable ache in his gums. it was a tempting burn, it dragged him towards your virgin skin.

somewhere behind the heat in his mind, he was on his knees— begging himself to not do it; to not forget what he was already forgetting.

but hawks was never one to listen.

his mouth clamped down on your skin, canines breaking through your claimed flesh, and he marked you.

unaware of the consequences behind his actions, he slurred a moan on your tainted skin and his drooping eyes beamed up at yours in the mirror with a drunken smile.

naturally, a wail tore out of your throat at the stabbing sensation burning your neck, and your body fell forward, away from the mad man. but keigo was quick to cross a hand over your chest and drag you back down his cock, loving the way your cunt swallowed him whole. the way he slipped back into your overflowing cunt distracted you from the sting of his marking. drunk on the lewd way he fucked the shit out of you, you gurgled a string of unintelligible moans, pushing your ass back against his pelvis.

“oh, fuck,” you keened.

as quick as he was to pull you back to him, desperate keigo snapped back into your cunt, battering your soft cervix. lost in overstimulation, you heard his groans behind the wet, obscene sounds of your stuffed, drooling cunt, filled to the brim with hawks’ virile cum, and his soaked, slapping balls, soaked with the remnants of both of your previous orgasms.

“n-no, ‘s too much,” you sobbed. your knees were buckling, body struggling to endure hawks’ pounding, and your vision blurred with hot tears, clit throbbing with overstimulation. desperate, keigo ripped his hand away from the sink to hoist you back up on his dick, slamming deeper into your pussy.

his heat would never let him pull out.

his lips had barely left his bruising mark before you heard him snap a guttural groan, “you can take it.”

removing his hand from your chest, he grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks together, and forced you to look at him. at this angle, heat-oppressed keigo could finally see his full effect on you, not obstructed by the smudges on the mirror anymore. streaks of mascara stained your cheeks, your lips were swollen and a bruised red, and your pussy clung to him like there was no tomorrow.

he groaned, “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”

his lips met yours with desperation. you melted into the kiss of the national hero, chasing his tongue. you could feel his thrusts became more sloppy than they already were, and he could feel his final climax tightening around his mind. slapping a hand onto your clit, his fingers wrestled with your erect clit, tweaking and smushing the throbbing bud into your fourth orgasm.

“g-gah,” you keened.

your lips parted, a silent cry leaving your raw throat, as the overstimulation washed over you in a chill. fucked out of your mind, you shook in his arms, cunt creaming and quivering around his pistoning cock.

hawks relished in the way your ovulating pussy clamped around him. his thrusts got more sloppier, desperate. his fat tip pushed through your battered cervix. the feeling of your soft walls strangling him left keigo with no other choice but to breed you.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his thrusts stuttered, and his moan broke into a wail.

“i-im c-cumming,” he cried.

you keened,

and, once again, keigo flooded your ripe womb with his thick, white cum, fucking through your cervix like a mad man. you doubled over, cumming once more on his spraying cock. “oh my god~,” you slurred, clenching harder on the hero breeding you. he cried out, collapsing onto your back, shuddering at how your walls wrenched him for his cum. he was forced to halt his thrusts as your cervix, too, tightened around his cock, mercilessly milking him for all he had.

still shuddering with his violent climax, hawks dropped his head to your bruising neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of his mark, ghosting kisses across your skin. his ears wallowed in the sound of your whimpers above the muted sound of the club’s songs. it calmed him: his breathing slowed and his grip on the sink loosened, washing the mania away from his mind.

although your pied cunt still quivered around his softening cock, your body stuttered as it tried to regulate its ruined conditions. ruined for any other man, your cunt had been battered into the shape of hawks and your womb was stained with keigo takami’s name.

your eyes drifted away from the empty bowl of the sink to the mirror, and fell on the blonde bush of hair cowering in the side of your neck. the fuck had sobered you up, but you wished it hadn’t. the number 2 hero had his dick inside of you. your boss had his dick inside of you. “fuck,” you thought.

you winced.

somebody had to say something.

“h-hawks—?” you started, but you were cut off by the foreign sound of a notification that definitely didn’t come from your phone. it was his.

ping!

another ping, and keigo finally finished out his phone from his ruined joggers. his sticky fingers skidded over the screen, almost failing to input his passcode, before the white background of imessages blinded him, drawing a grumble from the hero. his clouded vision cleared, and he saw the message.

“eh...?” he squinted at the message. the hero wasn’t heat-sober enough to recall the context behind the message.

cock still resting inside you, he blinked.

hawks, finally, remembered.

my dove 🕊❤️: where r u??

#nsfw series; only just begun!

GONEGIRL.

athlete!jungkook x f!reader

𖥻 genre: s2l (strangers to lovers?), fwb (friends with benefits), pwp, and university au.

𖥻 rating: 18+

𖥻 word count: 3.2k

𖥻 warnings: [MINORS DNI] afab/f!reader, heavy infatuation, they basically stalk each other, a lot of sexual tension, smut is literally the plot, many mentions of wet dreams, debatable infidelity, reader has debatable morals, jungkook & reader are horny, switch!jk (but he does most of the dominating) and switch!reader, a lot of making-out, hickeys (f.receiving), reader lowkey has a praise kink, hair pulling (m.receiving), jungkook whimpers, extra beefy jungkook, dry humping… and they get caught.

a/n: this is not proofread, but why is standing next to you such a bop?? helped me finish this after months of it being stuck in the drafts. also, to whoever told me to stay in the basement, i couldn’t stick to my word, pookie 😔. enjoy!

series masterlist: GONEGIRL

chapter one - ‘slowburn?’

𖥻 GONEGIRL

you knew who he was.

jeon jungkook: the senior that all the freshmen drooled for and the senior that all the seniors wanted to themselves. as a senior yourself, you couldn’t say he didn’t intrigue you. he was a sporty guy, winning national and global championships in track and wrestling for fun on the side. obviously, his matches were the most popular in viewership across the university. the golden boy, he never once failed to add another gold medal to your university’s esteemed profile.

so, you knew who he was, but you couldn’t understand why his eyes were stuck on you and only you.

you’d first met him at a party held by one of his close friends, namjoon. you were introduced briefly and didn’t exchange any numbers or socials. but, that following morning, jngkk_97 followed you on instagram. and, from that day on, he was the first guy to like your posts, the first guy to view your stories and the first guy you knew of to not slide into your dms.

with his intriguing, yet unexpectedly distant, behaviour, he found his way into your mind— 24/7. so, every morning, you awoke, gaslighting yourself into believing that the thought of his pink, pouty lips on yours didn't actually send you into a midlife crisis. they just made you a little faint.

every single night, you tucked your fragile mind into bed, losing yourself in hazy dreams branded by the thought of jungkook's touch. but, after a few weeks of contactless flirting, you let the idea of him go.

because you’d been told he had a girlfriend.

although it usually took a lot to do so, you felt the cowardly urge to give up on your infatuation. it'd been more than 2 weeks of mutual stalking but, still, no message. you guessed, he just wasn't as desperate for you as you were for him.

and you didn't like that. so you quit your daily routine of streaming his instagram and greedily watched as he kept up his own stalkish routine, consecutively failing to direct his focus back onto his girlfriend.

the same gorgeous girlfriend sitting with him on a black and cushy beanbag, radiating as she spoke to the other students around them. and that's when you realised, not having each other's undivided attention must've been a thing in their relationship.

because, his doe eyes of false innocence were only on you.

it was the first time you were seeing each other in person after namjoon’s party.

you stared back at jungkook through the wide, unglazed window in the separating wall between the kitchen and the living room. even with his supposed girlfriend of 5 months on his lap, running her fingers through his hair, his eyes were only on you. you scoffed, chuckling to yourself.

he would be fun.

leaning back on the kitchen counter of jennie’s apartment, you tilted your head to the side. intrigued, you watched as he did the same, copying your actions with a lopsided grin. now, you didn’t have the best eyesight but you weren’t so blind that you couldn’t tell that he was clearly hinting at something. something that would land you in a very taboo situation.

and you loved that.

you lifted your plastic cup to your lips and turned away from the athlete sitting at the other end of the room. you downed your drink as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. you looked around for your best friend and there she was, face deep in boobs.

as you made your way to the couch she was sprawled on, you realised the athlete had disappeared from his girlfriend’s side. curious of where he’d disappeared to, your eyes ran across the packed apartment, desperate for the sight of him.

and there it was, the something.

he was standing near the front door and his girlfriend had gone to sit with other seniors. it looked like he was exchanging goodbyes with his friends.

he was leaving— without his girlfriend.

“jennie, i think i’m going,” you mindlessly whispered, eyes stuck on the 5’10" hottie with his foot out the door and doe eyes drifting back across the crowded room. then his eyes were on yours again: a silent exchange of words.

“already…?” a drunk jennie whined, lifting her face from the deep cleavage of her girlfriend. “wait,” she mumbled, eyebrows scrunching into a sobering expression, and squinted her eyes at your side profile. “you think?”

satisfied with your decided future, you turned back to your best friend with your lips curling into a sly grin. “no, i know.”

she lazily propped herself up on her girlfriend and whined, “but how’re you gonna get home~?”

the front door slammed shut.

“i’ll find a ride.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

jungkook picked at the zip of his thin bomber coat. he was leaning against his black benz, waiting.

ever since he first laid his eyes on you in that little backless, black dress, jungkook knew you were trouble. you were a distraction; more distracting than the pending termination of his current relationship; and much more distracting than the thought of joining the national track team again. you were a parasite living in his mind.

he practically breathed you. when he woke, you were his first thought. when he felt compelled to open instagram, you were there. even when he would try to escape you in his sleep, you were there. he could barely last ten seconds sinking into the thought of you. if you let him sink into the reality of you, jungkook would cease to exist.

jungkook groaned, throwing back his head. he thought he would be fine and perfectly content with your instagram and your daily occurrence in his dreams (sexual or not), but you just had to show up at this party— held by your best friend. how was he supposed to know you guys were best friends? now he was actually waiting for the real you and he could feel himself going mad. he wasn’t sure he could keep his hands to himself and he could already feel the consequences of his future actions creeping up on him—

“who bought that for you?”

his ears twitched.

his heart lunged and his eyes found yours in an instant. but jungkook’s always had a wandering eye.

his eyes almost instantly fell to your body, trailing over your exposed cleavage in your white dress, and then dropping to the high slit on your left thigh, almost exposing your crotch. you were some type of angel for sure.

he was fucked.

jungkook was fucked the moment he met you; the moment he spent over an hour scrolling through countless instagram accounts to find yours; the moment he couldn’t dream of his own future without you showing up; and the moment he began to pray you showed up in his dreams every night before bed.

he was fucked because he feared once he had a hold on you, he would never be able to let go.

a man’s logic.

“my dad,” jungkook finally replied, pulling himself together. “he decided i needed a car— because i run 24/7. and there definitely cannot be a cheaper and better car than a mercedes benz.”

his sarcastic tone made you smile.

“that’s cute,” you smiled.

it went silent.

“do you need a ride?”

“don’t you have a girlfriend?” you rebutted with a smirk. truthfully, part of you didn’t care about his answer. you were an addict in front of a line of coke. you would get what you wanted one way or another.

“ha,” he chuckled, lowering his head in what you thought was shame. your question put jungkook on the spot. and you knew cheaters never worked well when put on the spot. but jungkook looked up with a wincing smile and corrected you, “she’s not my girlfriend.”

oh.

“we’re… complicated.”

now, jungkook wasn’t sure that choyeon would’ve given you the same answer. they weren’t together, but she acted as if they were. and he didn’t make much of an effort to correct her. so, he guessed he was still guilty. but he only felt guilty to a certain extent. he’d already chosen feeling guilty about hurting choyeon rather than missing an opportunity to get what he dreamed of.

what he fucking craved.

the sound of your heels getting closer to him kissed jungkook out of his thoughts. oh, you seduced him: the feeling of your manicured fingers gently grabbing hold of his chin and slowly lowering his clouded eyes to yours.

you whispered, “how complicated?”

jungkook held his breath for a second or two. how complicated were they? well, he knew they were complicated enough for him to forget about her in your presence and only remember her when you asked him to. however, they weren’t complicated enough for them to not be in some sort of a relationship.

but he decided it didn’t matter. when it came to you, she didn’t matter. he realised how beautiful your eyes looked under the moonlight. they glistened with the false innocence jungkook knew would ruin him. after all the nights of imagined panting, moaning and fucking and mornings of bitter reality, post-clarity and cum-stained sheets, jungkook burned for your touch.

fuck, he could almost taste you.

as if you could read his thoughts, your awaiting finger finally fell onto the his plump bottom lip, sweetly kissing the man out of his stupor. your eyes left his and fell to where your finger slowly traced across jungkook’s soft, pink receipt of kisses.

that’s when his lips parted, and he whispered, “as complicated as you want.”

at his answer, your distracted eyes flickered back up to his awaiting, hooded eyes. that’s when you, too, realised how dangerous your infatuation had gotten. just the sight of those buttered chestnut eyes and the intoxicating feel of his slow exhales on your skin forced you into a reality where you lacked even the smallest control over your own body. but, even more dangerous, was how little you cared about the way you drowned in his presence. but then again, you never did learn how to swim.

you smiled, letting your hands fall back to your sides.

“i’ll take that ride.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

the ride back to yours was almost silent, only filled with random whispers of directions coming from jungkook’s gps system. the voiced map directed him to your address and, yet, everything else pointed his eyes to you.

jungkook took a glance at you. he watched you; he watched you with your elbow propped up onto the rolled-down window, relaxed upper body peeking out into seoul’s night. he saw how you leaned further into the wind licking at your cheeks when he pressed on the gas, a hint of a smile wavering across your partially hidden face. he watched you in the silence, accepting his loud need— his loud need for you.

and he didn’t even know you. but jungkook couldn’t seem to find the rational sense to care. he knew you were a ‘stranger’ but, fuck, you’d overwhelmed his entire existence. you had damned him to the crucifying point where he actually felt the need to breathe you— to accept every single inch of you into his being— and he had no idea why. even as he glanced in your direction for the hundredth time, he couldn’t dare try to understand how you’d done this to him.

once again, as if you could read his thoughts, your head turned, lost eyes running over the lavender lights in the car. and like a key, your wandering eyes pierced his and locked his gaze onto yours.

“you’ve arrived at your destination,” the gps announced, breaking the exchanged glance. jungkook turned back to the road, and you turned back to seoul’s night.

“mm, just here,” you hummed, pointing to an empty parking spot in front of the tall apartment complex. maybe it was just human curiosity, but you found yourself mesmerised by the way he smoothly slotted the benz into the empty space.

fuck, everything he did was hot.

the sound of the engine’s hum softening into a quiet mew reminded jungkook of the anticipation clawing at his skin. it clouded his senses. but when his eyes flitted back onto you, yours were already on his.

he watched your lips part, and stilled as your next whisper left a trail of wet kisses across his mind.

“come up with me.”

𖥻 GONEGIRL

“thanks,” you started, slotting your key into auburn door’s lock. turning to catch a glimpse of jungkook’s dewy eyes behind his black locks, you smiled and continued, “for the ride.”

jungkook’s lips quirked into the same lopsided grin from earlier. “you’re welcome,” he replied.

it was silent again.

with those hidden eyes still on yours, jungkook’s tongue slipped past his lips, running over his bottom lips. your gaze dropped to the pink tongue flitting across those pink, pillowy lips of his, and you sunk. those lips forced you into a familiar daydream where all that mattered was letting your tongue glide across his bottom lip until you slipped in, fucking his tongue with yours— tasting jungkook.

you needed a taste.

you glanced back up into his prolonged stare. then your hands were falling from the keys in the door, fingers smoothing across the nape of his neck and cheek, and tugging his lips down to yours. but jungkook’s hands were already cradling your hips, touch-starved fingers pressing into your sides, as his lips met yours first.

it was a gentle yet deep peck. a peck was quick: it allowed jungkook to draw back for two crucial seconds and let his clouded vision run over your expression. alluring eyes looked up into his gaze and jungkook could finally see it: your mutual desperation, the hunger, and the torture. it was all he needed to see before his finger was tilting your chin up once more, and his lips were taking you in.

from brushing his tongue past yours to savouring the taste of alcohol on your tongue, jungkook sunk into the taste of you. but he didn’t know if he could go any longer without sinking into you. his hand left your waist cold, fingers fumbling with the keys in the door and failing miserably. “no,” you rushed, lips barely leaving his. “turn them to the right.”

after hearing the click of your stubborn door unlocking, you were all over each other again. you stumbled into your apartment, hand quickly muddling with the light switch, with jungkook hurrying after you, tossing your keys and his suffocating jacket aside.

his daring fingers smoothed over your ass, kneading the soft, clothed skin, before lifting you to his hips. a deep hum of approval rumbled against your lips as your legs wrapped around him. but, in this position, your little dress had ridden up, exposing a white thong snug to your weeping slit. and who on earth would jungkook be if he didn’t cop a feel?

lifting you up once more to adjust his arm, the tips of jungkook’s fingers slipped under the white lace, fingers grazing across your supple ass. feeling his fingers inch closer to your needy cunt, your breath hitched and the dull stir in your core began to hum, itching for more than a simple touch.

and, as if he could read your mind, your breath was forced from you, head falling onto the lush cushions on your sofa. wafts of mint invading your senses, your hazy eyes took in how beautiful jungkook looked above you— like it was where he was meant to be. and he realised the same, the apartment’s warm and amber lights cascading through his locks and clouding the irises of your tempting eyes.

in that still second, both you and jungkook came to a silent agreement. your dreams couldn’t compare to reality.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

you blinked. you knew you were beautiful— of course— but hearing the phrase trickle out of jungkook’s pretty mouth felt…different. your eyes followed his as his gaze fluttered across your face, brows furrowing as if he were in awe.

“kiss me,” you begged, and he obeyed.

greedy, jungkook’s kisses were everywhere— on your swollen lips, before tumbling down your jaw to the middle of your neck, littering a trail of bruising hickeys. and you couldn’t do anything but moan, whimper, and sink into his sweet touch.

“oh, fuck,” you whined, head tilting back into the plush sofa. your fingers pushed through the thick rift of hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it. but you never would’ve expected such a pathetic moan to leave his throat, rumbling into the sweet spot right above your collarbone. you paused. his moan echoed in your mind— a repeating succulent sound. so, you tugged a little harder, relishing in how he muffled a guttural whimper into the base of your neck, “mmf, fuck”. but then his hips began to move against yours, revengeful, and you realised how fucked you were— and would be.

jungkook had a bulge that made you wonder; wonder how he crammed that shit into his boxers; wonder how he lived a seemingly normal life with it; and wonder how he would struggle to cram that cock into your sopping mess of a cunt. so, as he ground down against your erect clit, your hips bucked up into his fucking, eager to measure the sheer size of the hidden dick. “oh, please,” you whined, thoughts stained by the way he licked a hot stripe across your ear’s helix, boner perfectly smushing down against your clit.

bruising lips barely touching yours, half-lidded eyes cruelly watched as you rode up into his clothed cock and stuttered moans so pathetic your cheeks burned, glazed eyes brimming with tears. he was already fucking you so good, and he hadn’t even touched your bare pussy yet.

oh, jungkook ruined you. with a hand trailing down your heated sides, he sent your body into a rabid heat, his touch only licking the wet flame ruining your ability to think. and when his hand finally cupped your leaking cunt, thumb circling over your pulsing clit, you were already begging pitiful whimpers. “please, please, please—”

“___?”

your bodies stilled.

a voice that was not yours or jungkook’s echoed throughout the apartment, piercing the thick haze that’d swallowed your minds whole. you blinked, stare slowly lowering to jungkook’s stunned stare that was already on you. his doe eyes wrinkled into a smile as his lips pursed into an awkward grin. the cringe was evident on his face; he was a grown adult getting caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.

jungkook’s head slowly raised and turned, peeking over the sofa to see your intruder and his cockblock. then he froze. still hidden from the eyes of your cockblock, you eyed his expression, confused on why remained still, eyes wide, lips pursed and ears burning red.

who was it?

begrudgingly, you shuffled out of jungkook’s caging arms, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looked over the sofa, ready to kick out your cockblocking neighbour. but who you saw wasn’t an unfortunate neighbour you could just dismiss. in fact, the person you saw made you the unfortunate neighbour because there your best friend stood, mouth agape and only a foot into the apartment.

“oh, fuck. well, um. oh wow,” jennie blubbered, feet awkwardly wobbling over the door’s threshold. now, drunk jennie didn’t have the best memory but she could’ve sworn she’d warned you about jungkook’s relationship status. so, as you watched the cogs turn in her head, her brows furrow and her eyes squint, darting between the both of you, all you could do was blink and smile.

“…what the fuck?”

gg: ‘slowburn?’ - fini