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Day 5, 9, 10, 17, 18, 30- Lost in the Darkness

aka Working very hard to keep Bakugou blindfolded the entire story

prompts- pinned down, stranded, you're a liar, touch aversion, blindfold, bridal carry- building collapse, broken bones, head injury, Bakugou being Bakugou, Kiri not taking his shit hehe

AO3 link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/50415793

Sometimes Katsuki entertains the idea that he might regret coming to U.A.

He didn’t, he would never accept anything less than the school that All Might attended, but circumstances like this gave him plenty of time to think. Especially since he couldn’t do literally anything else at the moment. Currently, he was blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back, suspended in the air hanging from a rope that was connected to a harness, being forced to pretend to be a hostage. As much as the training scenarios were as close to real life as they could be, hanging from a singular rope tied to a ceiling was not something to be fucked around with, and Katsuki could be grateful at least that he wouldn’t get injured by his classmates’ idiocy in this shitty simulation. He wouldn’t put it past them to just cut him down without warning him so he fell flat on his face. They really were that stupid. As soon as they’d gotten him in the air, he’d wanted to get out of his restraints himself, perfectly capable of rescuing himself, but Aizawa had told him that if he didn’t play his ‘randomly’ assigned role (bullshit, Aizawa never left anything up to chance) as ‘regular citizen’, then Katsuki would lose an entire grade over it. Damn fucker was using his stellar academic record against him, and Katsuki had to admit, it was currently working. As impressed as he was that Aizawa had found something that got him to go along with this dumb exercise, Katsuki also never hated his teacher more than right now.

So, unfortunately, here he was. Hanging here, in complete silence, cut off from the world around him. God, this fucking sucked. Had to be one of the most humiliating things he’d done since getting to this school, and to make matters worse, he was so bored. The classmates who were pretending to be the villains who ‘captured’ him had left him ages ago, off fighting the heroes of the exercise, being serious fucking idiots as you should never leave a hostage alone because you don’t know what they’ll do or the heroes plan and then you lose your bargaining chip. … Sue him, he was bored, he could think both sides’ actions through, and he certainly wouldn’t have acted this dumb, and he’d win the battle against anyone assigned to be his enemy. That first fight with Deku was an outlier, and Katsuki refused to count it.

Noises caught his attention, and Katsuki hoped that this shit would be over soon. He just wanted to go to his room, make a pot of coffee, and forget today with some violent video games he could take his anger out on. Maybe if he was lucky, Kirishima would be down to play too. He always felt better after annihilating one of his friends. But then the noises shifted, and Katsuki carefully turned his head, trying to pinpoint where they were coming from without getting the rope to spin.

“Bakugou!” Dunce face. Wonderful. “Guys, I found him, come on!”

More noises followed her shout, footsteps, and he sensed the area around him fill up with people. He’d been right, as he always was, going off to the fight and leaving him alone was a dumb move by his classmates and they’d gotten their asses kicked. From what he could hear, since they still hadn’t taken off the damn blindfold, dunce face, pink cheeks, and shitty hair had come to his ‘rescue’. Joy. At least pink cheeks had some measure of sense when Deku wasn’t involved, and Kirishima would hopefully keep Kaminari from being too stupid for his own good. He supposed this was the best out of a shitty situation since he was stuck here anyways.

“So how do we get him down?” Kaminari asked. “If we just cut him down, he’ll fall.”

Katsuki bit his lip, trying to keep himself in check. The answer was so obvious Katsuki could’ve screamed.

“Ooh, Uraraka, if you float him, I can cut the rope.” Thank god, Katsuki thought that discovery was going to take them three more years as they chattered.

“On it, Kirishima!”

Five fingers came to his chest, and the horrible feeling of weightlessness infected his whole body. Katsuki had never liked pink cheeks quirk in the first place, and he hated it even more now. He hated not being in control of his own body. Katsuki bit his lip harder.

Katsuki swung a little as Kirishima sawed through the rope, and he felt it when the rope attached to his harness suddenly went limp. He floated around for a moment before he got too fed up with their idiocy.

“Let me down. Now.” Katsuki hissed, his voice as venomous as a snake.

He could tell he surprised pink cheeks in her gasp, even though they still hadn’t taken off the goddamn blindfold, but he seriously didn’t give a shit. This day was shitty enough, he didn’t need her to add to it more than necessary. He heard her speak her stupid words, she really didn’t need to say it every time, from what he could tell of her quirk, but he used the sound to prepare for the sudden fall he was about to experience.

The freefall he was expecting got interrupted by strong arms, Kirishima balancing him so he could stand on his own without falling over. Under the blindfold they still hadn’t taken off, his eye twitched. And he thought today couldn’t get any worse, but he supposed he’d underestimated just how fucking stupid these assholes were.

“What do we do now?” Kaminari said, doing fuck knows what.

“How about you untie me?” Katsuki growled, his desire to keep his grades perfect fighting with his desire to just fuck all this shit and take the fucking hit so he could be fucking done.

“I got you, bro!” Kirishima said, and Katsuki heard Kirishima’s quirk go off again. He felt a swish behind his back, and his arms were finally freed from those damn uncomfortable ropes.

“Fucking finally.” Katsuki muttered, rubbing at his wrists. “Took you idiots long enough.”

Katsuki’s hand went to the blindfold, ready to rip it off himself, when the whole building shook. He instinctively put his hands out to steady himself, and before anyone could speak, Katsuki felt the ground crack and split open, and they were all freefalling with a shout. Katsuki had a single moment to curse in his head, as apparently things could get worse, and he’d just jinxed himself. But before he could try anything that might mitigate the shit the building collapse had started, his head crashed into something hard and unyielding, sending bright sparks across his eyes before he fell into a darkness a blindfold couldn’t create. 

~~

Katsuki’s first thought as he slowly rose to consciousness was that his whole body hurt, and he didn’t know why. He could feel heavy weights pressing down on him, completely covering his right arm, left hip, and there was one pushing directly on his face. His face was sticky, his arm was sticky, and his hip was throbbing two beats faster than his heart. He groaned, trying to move to escape the weights but they kept him pinned down, his legs scraping on dust, sliding through the dirty ground like a waterslide.

“Hold on, I think I heard him.” He knew that voice. That was… that was…

Oh shit. As he heard his best friend, memories came rushing back to his mind. Putting on the harness in the unhappiest way, being lifted into the air, and Aizawa handing him the blindfold to put on before his teacher gently tied his hands behind his back. Chattering voices from his idiot classmates, who joined him only to leave him there a little while later. Other voices of different people, Kirishima cutting him down, cutting the ropes, and then the ground disappearing out from under them. The building must’ve collapsed, that’s what the weights were, debris from the cave in. And the blindfold was still on his fucking face.

Kirishima must’ve found him, because soon the weights were being lifted off of him, and he heard a soft, “fuck.” The weight on his face was lifted very slowly, gently, and fingers probed at Katsuki’s temple, and he twitched as Kirishima disturbed the dried sticky shit on his face and in his hair. He was pretty sure it was blood, but he couldn’t be sure, as who knows what kind of plumbing had been disturbed when they’d fallen. Be easier for him if it wasn’t blood, though.

“Kami, get over here, turn up the light. Bakugou’s hurt!” No shit, Kirishima. Why not say other obvious shit like they were in trouble or that they were trapped?

Kaminari must be using his quirk to have his electricity crackle around him, giving them what light they could get. Light began to penetrate his darkness, and he shut his eyes harder, the light stabbing needles into his brain. A pained gasp slipped out unconsciously, and his left arm tried to shield his eyes from the light, but Kirishima took his hand, and held it.

“Easy, bro, you took a lot of damage.” Kirishima murmured. If Kirishima kept saying super obvious things that didn’t need to be said, Katsuki was going to blow him up.

Katsuki ripped his hand out of Kirishima’s, and came to his face. Since none of these assholes would finally take off this goddamned blindfold, he was going to do it himself. But as he pushed the fabric upwards, strobe lights blinded him, his vision going white as he screamed. A hand pulled his away, the blindfold falling back into place. Firecrackers of light assaulted his mind, taking away his ability to process the world around him. Flashes of what he’d managed to see popped through his mind, Kirishima with minimal cuts and a few bruises, Kaminari’s jacket tied around Uraraka’s bloody shoulder as a tourniquet, and Kaminari was nothing but an essence of overly powerful, bright light.

“Bakugou, what’s wrong?”

All he could manage was a strained, “bright.”

Kirishima’s fingers pinched at the blindfold, putting himself in between Katsuki and Kaminari, and through the shining light setting his nerves on fire, he could see his best friend frown before putting the blindfold back. “Shit.”

“What is it, Kirishima?” Kaminari asked, sounding unsettled, like he had in the mall training. Two was enough for a pattern for Katsuki, he was going to rage at Aizawa for letting this happen to him again, and swear that he wasn’t doing anything like this again until the teachers fixed this shit so a third time never happened.

“Bakugou, I think you have a concussion or something.” Kirishima muttered, knowing to talk to him despite the fact that it had been Uraraka that had asked. Katsuki hated being talked about like he wasn’t there. “And your arm totally looks broken, dude.”

Even though Katsuki couldn’t see it, he knew Kirishima was biting the inside of his cheek. It was one of his nervous habits. But a head wound meant the stickiness on his face was blood, and that complicated shit. Adding a broken arm to the mix was a disadvantage he would struggle to get through, but Katsuki refused to let this stop him. The marathon this had been going to be had just turned into a triathlon. Fuck. Still, he could do a triathlon with his eyes closed.

Actually, he was going to have to. Katsuki could see the overpowering light still through the blindfold, but it was easier to deal with with the blindfold on. Goddammit, his day could not get any-- stop. Don’t jinx yourself again. He didn’t know how this could get worse, and he didn’t want to know. Today fucking sucked ass, he should leave it at that.

“You with us, bro?” Kirishima asked, and he realized he’d been getting talked to, but honestly he couldn’t care less.

“Yeah.” He muttered. “Just figuring out how to get us out of here.”

Since Kirishima had removed the debris, Katsuki was able to lean to his left side, using his good side to get himself up. He could practically hear Kirishima wanting to help him, but he also knew Katsuki wouldn’t accept it. His left leg was shaky, his hip screaming at him to stop, but pain was just a call he didn’t have to answer. Pain never stopped All Might, therefore it wouldn’t stop him.

But as soon as he got himself as upright as he could, a bout of dizziness hit him, and he lost his balance, crashing into Kirishima. His best friend fumbled a bit catching him, making a surprised noise, but got him standing after a moment.

“Okay, dude, I’m sorry, I know you hate this, but you can’t walk by yourself.” Kirishima said, regret lacing his words, infuriating him. Kirishima was the only one he could trust not to pity him, but he still hated needing his help. Kirishima had learned the language Katsuki spoke, to know when to ask for something because Katsuki needed it but wouldn’t say it, to brush everything off as not an issue because Katsuki didn’t want to talk about it, ever. This wasn’t his language and Katsuki growled at him, the warning sign that he was about to get his shit rocked.

But Kirishima never took his shit, so he just adjusted Katsuki so his left arm was slung around Kirishima’s shoulders. And he thought that being tied up was humiliating.

“Bakugou,” Kirishima said, lowering his voice so only he could hear. “You can’t take the blindfold off, Kami’s light is too strong for your concussion, and you can’t walk. Just this once, let me help you. Let me be your crutch.”

Oh damn him for using that shit against him. He let Deku be his crutch one time and they never let him live it down. Katsuki was going to find a reason to blow Deku up for this, whether it was a good reason or not. This was all his fault anyway.

Regardless of how he felt though, Kirishima was right. He couldn’t see, and being trapped under a bunch of debris was not something that he could get out of on his own if he was blind. He couldn’t even see what was in front of him, the light radiating off Kaminari too bright for him to see anything but blurs and blobs of where he assumed people and objects were.

It felt like swallowing broken glass, but he ground out a quiet, “fine.”

“Thanks, dude.” Kirishima whispered, wrapping his arm around Katsuki’s waist. He hobbled them over to the others, Katsuki struggling to walk in step with Kirishima since he couldn’t fucking see where the bastard was stepping. God, he just wanted today to end.

“Dude, Bakugou, you look like shit.” Kaminari exclaimed, crackling faintly.

Katsuki tried to shy away from the bright light without looking like he was doing that. “If anyone else says one more blatantly obvious thing, I’m gonna blow all three of you up.”

He heard Kaminari’s, “yeesh, sorry” but it was soon drowned out by pink cheeks.

“Hush, Bakugou. You can’t do that anyways, you’ll just make this worse, unless you want this to cave in more. Now, we need to take care of your arm. Okay, what can we use to make a sling?”

Lots of ideas were discussed, and shot down violently by Katsuki, but eventually he allowed Kirishima to take the harness off and use that, Katsuki using his good arm on Kirishima’s shoulder to keep himself upright. Katsuki refused to let any noise of pain out again, but internally he was screaming as Kirishima moved. Oh yeah, his arm was definitely broken, it felt like almost a Deku level of broken, and when Kirishima finally stopped and took his waist again, Katsuki was trying to minimize his heavy panting and shove down the tears in his eyes.

“Here, Kirishima, I can make Bakugou float so it’s not as hard for you to carry him.” Uraraka said, way too chipper for what she was saying.

Katsuki felt a flash of panicked anger ignite in his chest. Not being in control of his body when he was trapped and blind was a step too far, and he didn’t care what it meant for him to refuse it. He’d rather drag his own ass out of here on his own, completely blind, then have the last thing he had taken from him. Control over his body was something he refused external assistance for, and he would not let her steal that from him, he didn’t care how hurt he was.

Sensing her fingers as they began to brush his skin, Katsuki kicked out at her. “Don’t touch me!”

He must have connected with Kaminari accidentally, as he got a static shock from it, but the “ow!” Kaminari made made up for it a little.

“Bakugou! Don’t kick me!” Pink cheeks squealed, which just made his resolve stronger. He ignored Kaminari’s, “don’t kick me either!”

“Then don’t fucking touch me.”

“Come on, man.” Kirishima said in his ear. “We need to get out of here.”

“I’m not letting that bitch touch me.” Katsuki growled back.

Pink cheeks made an affronted shout, but Kirishima was quick to understand what Katsuki was actually saying, that her quirk was off limits.

“He doesn’t mean it, Uraraka,” uh, yes the fuck he did, “but I’ve got him. He’s not heavy to me.”

Somehow Katsuki got a sappy vibe from that comment and he promptly ignored it.

“If you say so, Kirishima.” Uraraka said, doing that stupid pouty face she made when she was trying to be serious. He didn’t have to see it, he could hear it just fine.

“Come on guys, let’s get out of here.” Kirishima said, and they started walking. “There’s a path, Bakugou, if there’s anything you can trip on, I’ll handle it.”

Kirishima kept to the back, not leaving Kaminari’s light but also trying to keep as much of it off Katsuki as he could. This is why Kirishima was his best friend, even though he hadn’t actually wanted a best friend when he came to this school. But Kirishima understood him, helped without helping, didn’t shove his weakness back in Katsuki’s face. When they got back, he supposed he could make too much gyūdon and give the other bits to Kirishima for this. He supposed it’s been a while since he had that, and he could just randomly have a craving for a meatier dish.

The more they walked, the more Katsuki couldn’t help leaning on Kirishima. Each step with his left foot sent another bolt of pure agony to his hip, and every step with his right jostled his arm, and Katsuki’s head was already swimming from so much movement that he could barely keep track of the world beyond the pain. With the blindfold keeping the torturous light away, he couldn’t see the worried looks his friends were shooting him, only being able to sense a tension rising in the air, unable to place where it was coming from. It was strangely quiet as they walked, which unsettled him. Kaminari usually was a motor mouth, Katsuki always had to yell at him to be quiet. But now, no one was talking, and that didn’t seem right.

Suddenly, the light stopped, and they all froze.

“Kaminari!” Pink cheeks shrieked, the sound sending another bolt from his ear to his brain, and then back. He couldn’t be worried about Kaminari for a minute, he was so wrapped up in agony.

He heard knees and hands hit the floor along with winded gasps. Kaminari must have been pushing the limits of his control, his quirk more suited for attacks rather than support, keeping the volts so close to him had been exhausting him. As worried as he wouldn’t admit he was for his idiot, he was more worried that this would make dunce face go into whey mode. Not only would they lose what little light they had, but Katsuki wouldn’t be the only one out of commission, and Katsuki didn’t think their little group could take much more.

“I’m okay.” Kaminari panted, and the light started up again, but it was duller. “I’ll be fine. Plus ultra, right?”

The light was so dull in comparison to what Kaminari had before, that he reached around Kirishima’s neck, strangling him a little but for a good reason, and he peeled back the blindfold for a moment. It was still too bright, driving icepicks into his brain, but he could make out his friends now. Uraraka had knelt down to Kaminari’s level, and Kaminari was trembling, but from what Katsuki wasn’t sure. To let Kirishima breathe, he let go.

“Take a breather, man, you’ve been going for like, forever.” Kirishima said, and again the light went out, as the sound of shifting echoed in the darkness.

Katsuki never liked darkness, not that he was afraid of it like a baby or anything, but he never liked being able to see what and who was around him. Especially since… well. He supposed both. Kamino had only added onto what had happened with the sludge villain. But being plunged into darkness now wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, and he was glad to hear Kaminari’s breath evening out.

Standing was becoming unbearable as they waited for Kaminari to be ready again. His left leg was trembling fiercely, and his right wasn’t doing much better. His arm was still against his chest, but just being upright was making him dizzy, the world spinning painfully, like being stabbed into a ceiling fan as it rotated. At this point, Katsuki was standing on pure willpower alone. He wouldn’t fall, he already had to lean on Kirishima, he wouldn’t embarrass himself further and fucking fall. He wasn’t Deku, clumsy as fuck and idiotic. He. wouldn’t. fall.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Kaminari said, though they could all hear the exhaustion still in his voice. But the relief Katsuki felt might’ve slipped through, as Kirishima adjusted his hold a little, taking on more of Katsuki’s weight.

The sound of electricity crackled in the air, the light reappearing. It wasn’t as bright as when Katsuki had first woken up, but it was better than Kaminari’s second attempt. Still too bright for him to take off the blindfold, but instead of thirty icepicks digging violently into his brain, now there were only twenty.

Katsuki realized he’d been wrong before, standing wasn’t agony, but continuing to walk now was excruciating, so much worse than standing. His steps shuffled a little, his mind unable to send the signal to lift them up all the way, and Kirishima had to take more of his weight. He was practically carrying Katsuki by his waist, Kirishima’s arm wrapped almost all the way around.

A rumbling sound in the distance.

“Did you hear that?”

“That sounded like--”

The rumbling got closer. Katsuki could just barely make out the sound of roof cracking under too much stress.

“Shit, run!”

Footsteps took off, but instead of his own following, Katsuki felt Kirishima shove him to the ground, cracking his head again on the hard ground, and he just barely felt Kirishima’s hardening activate before he passed out again.

With every breath he took, he felt his chest brush something stiff, and he could hear heavy breaths that weren’t his own.

“Shitty hair.” Katsuki moaned out, coming back to consciousness for the second time that day. Honestly he was just pissed off at this point, he hadn’t even jinxed them this time!

“Hey, Bakubro.” Kirishima said, and the awful sounds of rocks shifting and falling to the ground echoed too loudly in his ears. “Was a little worried I put you down too hard.”

“Fucking threw me.” Katsuki groaned, opening his eyes to darkness. His heart beat a little quicker. “Where’s dunce face? ‘S dark.”

“I’m not sure.” Kirishima sighed. “I knew I could only protect you with my quirk, so I told them to run. They did. Hopefully they outran the collapse.”

Katsuki did hope they outran the collapse. He was no doubt someone was coming after them, but it was probably the other idiots in their class. Aizawa hadn’t even set foot in the mall when it collapsed. And knowing his idiots, it would take them two days to find a sponge in a sink. With Kaminari and Uraraka trapped alongside them, it would be even harder to find them.

God, he just wanted to go to bed.

“Bakugou, wake up, hey don’t sleep.” Kirishima suddenly said, shaking him a little.

Katsuki let out a noise that meant that hurt and if Kirishima did it again, he’d regret it.

“Sorry, bro, but you can’t sleep.” Kirishima said. “I don’t know what’s going on with your head right now, but I don’t think it’s safe for you to sleep.”

Shit. He hadn’t been trying to fall asleep, he must have been passing out. That was a problem.

“What… what does this shit look like?”

“What shit?”

Katsuki’s good arm grabbed Kirishima’s face awkwardly, and rolled it around, trying to gesture to the space around them. He stopped when he heard the debris.

“Oh.” If rolling his eyes wasn’t painful, he would’ve. He settled for huffing. “I don’t know. I can’t see anything either. I can feel the debris on my back, but it keeps shifting around when I breathe. But don’t worry, I can keep this up for a while, you’re safe, bro, I got you.”

Right, Kaminari had been their only light source. He hadn’t really been worried about his safety, he’d wanted to be able to crawl out of here. But that wasn’t happening apparently. They were just stuck here until someone found them.

“Hey, Bakugou?”

“Mm.”

“Do you ever think about death?”

“Hah?!” Kirishima’s voice was way too blasé for this subject. “The fuck kinda question is that?”

“I’m trying to keep you awake and that was the first thing I came up with!” Katsuki heard Kirishima’s blush in his explanation. If he wasn’t hardened, he’d have gotten a smack for that. Katsuki just kept telling himself that rolling his eyes would hurt, rolling his eyes would hurt, don’t do that.

“Think of something better!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

There was a beat of silence. Katsuki groaned. God his friends were stupid.

“Are you and Midoriya exes or something?”

And he thought the death one was bad. “Excuse the fuck me? Has he been saying that? I’m going to fucking murder him!”

“No, no he hasn’t!” Kirishima said, saving Deku’s life, for now. “He’s never said that, or implied that or anything. We all just… we just wonder why you hate him so much. Like, I know you hate pretty much everybody, but your hatred for him is intense, dude. So we all kinda have a sort of bet going on, trying to figure out why. Couple of people think it was because you two dated and then had a bad break-up, especially since he knows so much about you.”

Katsuki blinked. That was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard, and he’d known Deku for over ten years. Holy fuck.

“Shut down this ‘bet’, shitty hair, you all can stop fucking guessing.” Katsuki snarled.

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima perked up. “You gonna tell me?”

“No.” Somehow Kirishima deflated without moving. “First off, you assholes can stay the fuck out of my business, it makes no fucking difference to you why I hate him.”

“Yeah but we like Midoriya.” Kirishima sighed. “And we like you. We thought maybe if we could figure out why you hate him, we could help fix it.”

Katsuki supposed it was well-intentioned, but the idea still made his skin crawl. His relationship with Deku was his own, and… he didn’t want to think about it. His head already hurt too much.

“You can’t fix it, shitty hair.” Katsuki sighed. “None of you can. It’s only between us. Personal. Though if you could get him to stop crying every other second, that might help.”

Kirishima laughed breathlessly. “I’ll see what I can do.”

It was quiet for a minute.

“Does it… bother you, that I don’t like him?” Katsuki didn’t like how unsure his voice was, and he fully blamed it on the nondescript head wound.

“Bother, no, but it kinda makes me sad.” Kirishima said, shrugging and then freezing as more debris shifted. “I mean, you’re my best bro, and Midoriya’s a good bro, and it kinda sucks that we can’t like hang out together or do fun stuff. But if you don’t like him, I’m not going to force you to do stuff with him. You’re allowed to not like people. We’ll all just hang out separately.”

Katsuki couldn’t name the emotion in his chest, and he refused to try.

“You know, you could do better.” Katsuki said. “You’re one of the only idiots in our class who’s somewhat tolerable.”

“Aww, I love you too, Bakubro.” Kirishima chirped, and Katsuki’s eyes widened. “It’s not like that though, we’re just friends.”

“I didn’t fucking say that.”

“Maybe not in those words.” Kirishima said. “But I know you.”

“Not well enough apparently.” Katsuki muttered. “I didn’t fucking say that. I don’t say that shit to anyone, let alone you.”

“Aww, Bakubro!” Kirishima whined, and Katsuki knew he was wearing the stupid smile he was always wearing when he teased Katsuki. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“That was the intent, yes.”

Kirishima laughed, and the echo died in the walls of fallen debris around them.

“How’s your quirk?”

“I’ll be alright, Bakugou.” Kirishima said, and Katsuki could hear the strain Kirishima was trying to hide from him. “I’ve got you. I can keep this up a while longer.”

Katsuki didn’t doubt that, Kirishima had already risked his life for Katsuki once, it didn’t surprise him that he’d do it again and again. He was a good friend.

Silence followed for a moment.

“Bakugou, you still alive?” Kirishima asked.

“Mhm.” Bakugou murmured. “If I die, I’ll let you know.”

Kirishima huffed a strained laugh. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

The tiniest shines of light then filtered through the cracks of the debris. A spark of hope ignited in both of them. A muffled voice echoed through.

“Kaminari? Uraraka?” Kirishima shouted, and Bakugou whimpered. Damn, that hurt. He understood its necessity, but goddamn that hurt.

The voices got stronger, and so did the light. The debris was being shifted around, pink cheeks obviously using her quirk to move the debris safely. Thank fuck.

“Kirishima?” Kaminari’s voice rang through, and Bakugou just groaned quietly. That seemed to be answer enough, as he heard a, “I can hear them!”

Debris began to move quicker, and the light kept getting stronger, a pocket shining through. Katsuki didn’t have to see the head popping through to know that Kaminari was able to see them now.

“How buried am I?” Kirishima asked. “Can you see it?”

“Yeah I can see it, sheesh man, you’re under a lot of rock.” Kaminari said. “But Uraraka should be able to get you out, bro. Just give us a little time.”

“Thanks, bro.”

Without a watch but with a head wound, Bakugou couldn’t tell how it took them to move the debris, and the sounds sort of amalgamated into a noisy blur that he couldn’t quite distinguish. Eventually, he felt the chest he constantly brushed as he breathed disappear, and he could hear Kirishima shift around without the debris falling off of him. A hand came to his shoulder, but thankfully didn’t shake him. 

“You still alive, bro?” Kirishima whispered.

“I haven’t told you I’m dead yet so what do you think?”

Kirishima laughed quietly. “Come on, Kaminari unburied me. We can stand up now.”

Ah shit. This was going to be hard, but Bakugou couldn’t back down now. He hoped that what sort of rest he’d gotten laying down would allow him to be able to stand again.

Okay. He could do this. He’d stand if it killed him.

His left was already trembling as he tried to push himself up, his hip screaming at him to stop moving as he moved his body. Instead of even trying to lose his left leg, he put all his weight on his right, but using his left arm and right leg to stand wasn’t working, and he could feel Kirishima’s hands begin to touch his shoulders. Dammit, he didn’t need fucking help!

Putting any weight on his left leg suddenly became the stupidest decision he’d ever made, as it hadn’t even been three seconds before he was crying out in pain and falling back to the ground.

Several versions of his name rang out in almost perfect unison, hands touching all over, and he just groaned. Today had to be one of the shittiest days of his life. At this point, he’d rather just pass out so he didn’t have to deal with this anymore.

“Bakugou, are you alright?” Kirishima’s voice finally made a sentence instead of just an exclamation.

“Stop fucking touching me and I might be.” Katsuki hissed, and four of the hands retracted themselves. The other two belonged to Kirishima, but he couldn’t see where his friend was to smack him with his good arm.

“Please don’t hate me for this, Bakubro, but you’re too hurt.” Kirishima said, and one hand stayed under his shoulder and the other moved to his knees.

Shit, wait, no, he wasn’t ready-- Kirishima lifted him into the air, and his hip screamed through his voice. The sound he made didn’t even sound like him. The versions of his name were shouted at him again, pounding his head so hard he could barely process their words.

“Hip.” Katsuki panted, finally taking control back of his voice from his hip.

“Dude, what do you mean?” Kirishima asked. “What’s going on?”

“Left hip.” Katsuki gasped. “Been broken since I woke up.”

“Dude!” Kirishima shouted and Katsuki grimaced. “I-- sorry, bro, but why didn’t you say anything? We’ve been walking with you this whole time!”

“Could handle it.” Katsuki groaned.

“Bullshit, Bakugou.” Kirishima snapped, and he sounded angrier than Katsuki had ever heard before. “Look, dude, walking with a head wound and broken arm is one thing. Walking on a broken hip is another. Kaminari, Uraraka, you two keep going. I’m gonna stay here with Bakugou.”

“I said I can handle it.” Katsuki said, trying to push out of Kirishima’s arms. Kirishima just held him tighter.

“I don’t care what you say, Bakugou.” Kirishima snarled. He was beginning to sound like Katsuki.

“Kirishima, are you sure?” Uraraka asked. “If we go, you’ll be completely in the dark.”

“I’ll be fine.” Kirishima said. Bastard even had the audacity to ignore Katsuki’s “I’m already fine.” and continue on like he hadn’t said anything. “Seriously guys. You go ahead. I can protect him with my quirk if anything else happens. We need help, now, and you two are our best chance at getting it. We won’t go anywhere, so you’ll know where you left us. It’ll be okay.”

Katsuki could hear the worried looks his friends exchanged, but they said their goodbyes and footsteps started to fade.

Kirishima knelt to the ground, and placed him down flat on the ground. He heard a bit of shifting before Kirishima pulled Katsuki’s head into his lap. It was somewhat comfortable, the darkness keeping Kirishima from seeing Katsuki’s unhappy blush. A soft hand came to his hair, brushing softly through his spikes, and that helped his headache better than the lack of light.

“You’re such a liar sometimes, Katsuki.”

Kirishima’s voice was soft, but the emotion in it was just as strong. Caught off guard by the sudden use of his given name, Katsuki barely managed a confused, “No I’m not.”

“Yes the fuck you are.” Kirishima snapped. “Saying you can handle walking on a broken hip when you can’t see and you can’t even catch yourself if you fall because of your arm. No one can do that, not even you. I can’t believe you sometimes, hiding that from us. From me. Seriously, Katsuki, how could you be so stupid?”

“I wasn’t being stupid!” Katsuki growled.

“Walking on a broken hip is stupid.” Kirishima insisted. “You know better! If it were me, you wouldn’t let me walk on it. You would’ve made Uraraka use her quirk on me so I didn’t put weight on it. What’s wrong with you, Katsuki? Why the hell did you do that?”

Even though they were arguing, the soft hand in his hair didn’t change its rhythm.

The pout on Katsuki’s face also matched the blush spreading to his ears. He wasn’t sure about how he felt about Kirishima using his given name, and he didn’t think he could figure it out with the headache that was trying to resist the comfort from Kirishima’s fingers.

“All Might worked for years with a hole in his side.” Katsuki pouted. “I could make it for one fucking day. It’s just pain.”

“Yeah, but you’re not All Might.” Kirishima said, and Katsuki bristled. “You’re not! You’re gonna be the number one one day, I’m sure of it, but you’re not there yet. And walking on a broken hip is a good way to make sure you never get there. What if you damaged your hip permanently?”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Katsuki grumbled. “I know when to stop before it gets that bad.”

“No, you don’t.” Kirishima refuted. “If you knew when to stop, you would’ve told me about your broken hip right when you woke up. Come on, man, I’m supposed to be your best friend. Why didn’t you at least tell me?”

“Not like I can keep a secret here.” Katsuki muttered. “If I’d said anything, then those two extras would’ve overheard, and pink cheeks would’ve used her stupid quirk on me again.”

“She was trying to help you.” Kirishima sighed.

“I don’t need her fucking help.” Katsuki seethed. Clenching his jaw made stars appear over his eyes, so he forced himself to ungrit his teeth. “I don’t want her fucking touching me. I don’t want anyone fucking touching me.”

“I’m touching you.”

Katsuki pouted again. “It’s different.”

“Because I’m ‘tolerable’?” Kirishima asked, with just the hint of a smirk. Bastard.

“Somewhat tolerable.” Katsuki huffed. “Just because you’re not literally the worst doesn’t mean you’re actually tolerable.”

“Uh-huh.” Kirishima said, not believing him at all. Damn bastard. “I don’t know what it is that makes you like this, but come on, Katsuki. Keeping us out when it comes to shit like this is only gonna turn around and bite you in the ass. I mean, look at us now. You can’t move, you still can’t even see even if it wasn’t dark, and now I have to stay here with you so you don’t die or get crushed or something.”

“You don’t need to rub it in.” Katsuki snapped.

“I’m not.” Kirishima sighed. “You’re my best friend, Katsuki. I don’t want to see you hurt, and just be stuck watching as you purposefully make yourself worse to prove some sort of point. I don’t even know who you’re proving it to, none of us care that you can’t walk on a broken hip.”

“I care.” Katsuki said. “I’m not like those extras who whine and cry every time they get a tiny scratch. They’ll never even make it to the top twenty with that attitude.”

“And you think you’ll make it to the top twenty if you constantly ignore your body?” Kirishima snapped back. “You constantly yell at Midoriya because he’s always breaking his bones all the time, and yet you do something like this!”

“It’s different!” Katsuki repeated.

“Ugh, no it’s not!” Kirishima groused. “What are you trying to prove, Katsuki? That you have absolutely no regard for your own well-being?”

“That I’m strong enough on my own.” Katsuki hissed.

The hand that had been softly running through his hair disappeared, and he refused to miss it. It came to his cheek, a softer touch than Katsuki would’ve suspected for how strong Kirishima was, and how mad at him he was.

“What if someone wants to be with you?” Kirishima asked softly, his thumb brushing up and down his cheek. “What if someone wants to stand by your side, to be there as you shoot to the top, wants to help you get there by calling you out on your bullshit, wants to hold you when you have nightmares, wants to have your back, wants to help prop you up when you can’t see or stand?”

Katsuki blinked.

“What was that middle one?”

“Wants to help you get there by calling you out on your bullshit.” Kirishima said. That hadn’t been the middle one he’d been talking about, but he let it go. Maybe he’d just misheard. “And that? That was bullshit.”

Katsuki huffed. “Okay maybe… maybe it wasn’t my smartest decision.”

“No shit, sherlock.” Kirishima muttered. Katsuki ignored that.

“I didn’t figure it would be such a big deal. It’s just pain. Pain is a call I don’t have to answer. I’m not weak, pain isn’t that big of a deal.”

“Your pain is a big deal to me.” Kirishima said. “Just because you acknowledge you’re in pain doesn’t mean that you’re weak.”

“The pros get hurt all the time in the field.” Katsuki retorted. “If they can rise above and keep moving when they’re hurt, then I can too.”

“You know, when we went on the Shie Hassaikai raid,” Kirishima said slowly, obviously thinking about his every word, “I passed out after that fight with Rappa.”

“You told me about that.” Katsuki said, unsure of where this was going.

“Yeah I did.” Kirishima said. “That fight took everything out of me. I had more cuts and bruises than I could physically count. And you know what Fat Gum did?”

A beat.

“He took me out of the fight.” Kirishima answered himself. “He found a place where we could be as safe as possible, and he got me medical help. I didn’t rejoin the fight after that. Fat Gum didn’t either. He stayed with me, kept me safe.”

Katsuki didn’t say anything to that.

“So why is it that Fast Gum, the actual pro, takes pain into consideration when making decisions, making sure that the people he was with were protected, but you, the teenager, don’t?”

“You were unconscious, I wasn’t.” Katsuki deflected. “I keep telling you, it’s different.”

“I wasn’t unconscious the entire time.” Kirishima shot back. “I woke up before Overhaul destroyed the street. And Fat Gum still stayed with me. Helped me get to the ambulances, even went with me to the hospital. He didn’t go back into the fight, he just stayed with me until I was taken care of. And he’s a genuine pro.”

Katsuki refused to answer his unspoken question.

“I think you’re running out of reasons why it’s different, Katsuki.” Kirishima said.

“Fuck you.” Katsuki snarled. “And why the fuck are you all of a sudden using my given name? I didn’t say you could do that.”

“You’re deflecting again.” Kirishima called out. “Give me a reason, dammit. A real reason. Why is it so different?”

“Because it’s me!” Katsuki shouted back. “I have to do this.”

“Dammit, why?”

“Because I have to be good enough!” Katsuki shouted, his voice echoing in the empty hallway.

A choked noise of pain followed, and Katsuki lost track of reality as his world became nothing but unending agony, the pain so overwhelming that he couldn’t even be sure that he was breathing. It felt like it went on for three separate lifetimes, drowning him in a torment so excruciating he didn’t think he could ever describe it in words.

Shaky breaths were the first thing he became aware of when the pain finally began to subside. The fingers on his cheek were in his hair again, lightly dragging their nails across his scalp, and he clung to that feeling as his only salvation as he managed to get through the final assaults of the pain.

“Katsuki?” Kirishima’s voice was so quiet that Katsuki barely heard it.

Katsuki made the quietest noise he’d ever made in his life in response. He only just now realized he was crying, tears running rivers down his cheeks.

“You’re good enough, Katsuki.” Kirishima whispered. “You don’t have to kill yourself like this to prove you’re good enough. You’re good enough on your own, Katsuki.”

Katsuki couldn’t even think of a response, the pain had completely cut his voice off.

“It’s gonna be okay, Katsuki.” Kirishima kept going when he didn’t say anything. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re enough, you’re good enough. You’ll be okay. It’s alright. Yound soonna breathing, it’s okay, you’re gon it’s okay. Yound soon it’s alright. You’reat.”

The hell? Katsuki was completely losing track of what Kirishima was saying. The fifty icepicks in his brain were beating a drum beat that went two beats faster than his heart. When his mind tried to understand what Kirishima said, he just got indecipherable static in return. Darkness was slowly beginning to encroach around his mind, easing the pain by just trapping him in shadow.

“Omatsuki! Matsuki?” Katsuki couldn’t even feel Kirishima shaking him now, his mind so wrapped up in shadow. “Comake uke Kaki! Wake mase uple. Come Kaki!”

Kirishima was shaking him harder now, his voice insistent and desperate, but Katsuki couldn’t feel a bit of it. The shadow that stole him from consciousness to ease the pain had already put him completely under, the darkness of unconsciousness swallowing him whole.

Something was different. He couldn’t tell exactly what, but something was different.

Voices surrounded him, voices that hadn’t been the people he’d been stuck with. The only one out of the cacophony that he could properly pick out was Kirishima. Oh! That’s what was different! He wasn’t in Kirishima’s lap anymore, with no fingers running through his hair. That had felt really good, he was a little sad that Kirishima had stopped. It had really helped with the pain. That… he was no longer in. His hip was still throbbing, his arm still ached, but his head was kinda floaty, and that helped drown out everything else. What was going on? Katsuki tried to ask, but all that came out was a soft groan.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima must have heard him. “Hey, Bakugou, you back with us?”

He made a small, affirmative noise.

“There you are.” Kirishima chuckled breathlessly. “I was getting worried you’d sleep through the whole rescue.”

“Dum’ass.” Katsuki mumbled.

Katsuki could hear Kirishima’s relieved smile. The soft hand that was in his hair came to his cheek again. Unconsciously, he leaned into it.

“You really scared me, Katsuki.” Kirishima’s voice dropped, shaky and scared. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“Hah?” Katsuki replied, and he tried to get his head on straight, get away from whatever was making him feel all floaty.

“Shh, it’s okay, Katsuki.” Kirishima said, his thumb running up and down Katsuki’s cheek again. “You’re gonna be alright now. Everything’s okay.”

“You?”

“I’m okay too, Katsuki.” Kirishima murmured, but he didn’t quite sound it. “I asked Recovery Girl, she said it was okay for you to sleep.”

Katsuki made an uncertain noise. “Don’t, sound, okay.”

“Yeah, well, when you think someone you love just died in your arms, you don’t sound okay for a little while.”

Katsuki couldn’t think for a moment, and it had nothing to do with his head being floaty. Loved? Kirishima loved him? Sure, they were best friends, Kirishima was the closest friend he’d ever had, but that didn’t mean anything. Katsuki had walked away from his friends from middle school without even thinking, he’d realized he didn’t care whether they were around him or not. They weren’t good for him, encouraging him to do shit he shouldn’t, and they were just lackeys who followed him because he was the biggest fish in their little pond. He’d figured that… he’d figured that all friends were like that. That that was why Kirishima had forced his way into Katsuki’s life, that that was why all of Kirishima’s friends had followed suit. He’d made it clear on day one that he was one of the most powerful students in this class, even if he hadn’t done it in the best of ways. The USJ incident had been a better judge of his power, and his character. He hadn’t been able to lose Kirishima after that, and as soon as Kirishima had deemed him acceptable, the rest of the Bakusquad followed suit. But he’d never thought that Kirishima had deemed him acceptable because he’d cared about Katsuki, just that Kirishima thought he could use Katsuki to get ahead, and the squad followed because he could keep them afloat academically. The invitations to movie nights, playing video games, hanging out outside of school, and now caring when he got hurt, he’d thought that was just pretenses. That they didn’t care whether he showed up or not, that if they found someone who could do what he did (who had a better attitude) they’d walk away from him without thought. Did all of the Bakusquad feel that way? When he could think properly, he had to give this a ridiculous amount of thought.

“Shh, just go to sleep, Katsuki.” Kirishima said, somehow sensing that Katsuki’s mind was going a million miles an hour. “We’ll talk later. Sleep.”

Even though it was Shinsou who could control minds, Katsuki’s mind still seemed to shut down when Kirishima told it too, only just now noticing that he was completely exhausted. The soft touch to his cheek continued, gently settling him into a comfortable sleep.

And goddammit, he was still wearing that goddamn blindfold.

Inktober Day 6: Blind

Inktober Prompt by: Silis

I'm so sorry for the late upload 😖😥

Yes sir!

Still Struggling

“I said come here, boy!”

no sleep for you @phwoarhunkredemption

all yours

Peekaboo... image by Marinus Haakman Photos

i wanna be overstimulated against my will until i'm crying. all my holes stuffed with vibes turned up to the max, tied up with a wand against me, nipple clamps tight. maybe just left there and blindfolded to have orgasm after orgasm.

tying down a puppy on their stomach and placing a strong vibe so they need to arch their back and present their holes to escape the constant stimulation <3 blindfolding them so they can’t see how many people are watching their pathetic display

forcing him to kneel on the bed with his arms and legs tied together while he’s blindfolded and gagged so he couldn’t move or complain even if he tried. a vibrator on the lowest setting pulsing against his clit as his needy cunt soaks the sheets below him. the vibrations just barely enough to keep edging him without giving him enough to cum. all the while he can hear me a few feet away moaning as i touch myself, the sounds i’m making driving him insane but he knows he can’t cum or i’ll ramp up the speed and overstimulate him for hours on end until he can’t speak anymore.

Two Weeks of Whump Day 7: Blindfold/cyanide

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Warnings: Major character death and violence

Summary: Hobie battles a new villain and gets captured.

  It was another day for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man until it wasn't. Hobie swung from one building to another before reaching his destination.

    A fairly new villain stood in front of him, destroying everything that he could. "Spider-Man! Finally you arrive!" He said. The Prowler stood at about 5'8 and sounded strangely familiar when he spoke.

    "Ello, Prowler." Hobie started his attack. At first Hobie had the upper hand as he always did, and things started to shift.

    It didn't take much longer for Hobie to end up being thrown off the building  down into the alley. He attempted to stand but was shoved into the ground. Then a swift kick to the head knocked him unconscious.

    When Hobie woke he was in a dark room, or at least he thought so. The fabric over his eyes made it difficult to tell. The air was chilly and damp; the set of mold and chemicals hung in the air.

    Cold metal wrapped his wrist tightly. Struggling he tried to move from against the wall.

    "You won't be leaving" The Prowler informed him. "Actually you won't be leaving ever again."

    "I don't listen to you."

    ""News flash, I don't care!" The villain carelessly screamed.

    As unsettling as it was villains did stuff like this all the time. The spiders even did things like that sometimes. Hobie kept trying to free his hands from the chains.

    "Stop trying, don't want your last acts to be tiring do you?" He teased.

    "I'll fight until I'm dead." Hobie continued to pull against the chains. "So, where are we?"

    "Wouldn't you like to know."

    "Actually I would."

    "Too bad." Across the room Hobie heard a cabinet open and some glasses clinking against each other. The cabinet door closed and something was knocked off a table. A glass shatter on the ground.

    "Shit" the villain whispered to himself.

    "I think you dropped something." It was Hobie's turn to tease.

    The Prowler picked up the largest piece of the glass that had broken and threw it at him. The glass cut into Hobie's skin but it wasn't enough to really hurt. "You won't be laughing soon."

    "Haha" Hobie said sarcastically. He shifted his legs to see if me could tell that the floor was. The coolness and texture said concrete so he was likely in a basement. "Is this a basement? How original."

    Prowler sighed, "keep talking. It's entertaining." The room fell silent. Prowler's footsteps echoed in the room as Hobie's spider sense rang.

    "Wear heels, do you now?"

    As Prowler went in to kick Hobie he moved his body so that his arm would take the hit not his stomach. He moved back further against the wall and pulled his legs out in front of him. Sweeping his leg, he tripped Prowler making him fall to the floor.

    "Ow" he said sarcastically. Again Hobie went to kick but this time claws met his right shin. Hissing, he tried to pull it back to him to attack once more.

    Prowler had other plans. Using his other hand he clawed Hobie in his left thigh. After that he pulled himself into Hobie's lap and put one arm against the others chest. Grabbing a wet cloth from the floor Prowler shoved it over Hobie's nose and mouth.

    It burned when it touched his skin. The smell of almonds lingered in the cloth. Hobie pulled his head away. Prowler grabbed it quickly and held him in place. The rag went right back over his lower face.

    Hobie didn't breath for what felt like an eternity. However he had to at some point. The irritation on his skin was getting worse, becoming painful.

    Air flooded his lungs, taking an unknown chemical into his body. "Fucking finally. I was wondering if you were ever going to breathe."

    As much as Hobie wished to give Prowler some snarky remark, he would save it for later.

    "Do you want to know what's in the rag?"

    Hobie, holding his breath again tried to nood.

    "Cyanide."

    'Fuck' Hobie thought. Fear shot through his body, his spine feeling strange. He tried to use his legs to get Prowler off of him. No luck. He could feel the headache approaching. Sickness started to kick in.

   Again Hobie tried to move his head. Claws dug into the side of his face and neck. He squirmed trying to escape.

    "This ends here, Hobie Brown."

    "Uh uh" Hobie vocalized.

    Breathing felt dangerous, it was dangerous. He felt dizzy. Time passed so slowly it was like it didn't move. Hobie's condition got worse as he stopped being able to fight.

    As the rag was finally removed from his face The Prowler stood. Without saying a word he walked away, footsteps making the only noise in the room. The heels clicked on the concrete floor menacingly.

    Hobie breathing was shallow as he tried to make himself comfortable. He chuckled to himself, what a way to die. Alone, by some guy who sounds just like one of his best friends, never completing his goal of saving his world from the corruption it suffered from.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

blindfold - (2)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

‒ blindfold. (m) ✎  [7k words]

genre: smut, nsfw, college!au

warnings: oral, fingering, blindfold, sex with a stranger? Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. A/N: Hey guys, I hope you’re enjoying this little series, if you do, please feel free to give me feedback on it and please reblog if you can >.< ok, bye bye. 

part 1  part 3. part 4.part 5. part 6. masterlist.

You walked to your new class, a class that wasn’t in your schedule, but you took it to see if it helped with your finals essay. You avoided your phone and the text message from the day before and tried to focus on your normal life. You didn’t know if you wanted to forget what had happened the day before or to keep it clear in your head. You didn’t even bother to check your bank account because you knew that he would have kept his word, just as he did the night before. As you walked inside the class, you chose a seat up front; you wanted to distract yourself, so maybe taking this class would help. You got out your laptop and waited for the class to start.  “Hey!” A body sat down next to you and when you looked it was Namjoon, the boy Malia was making out with on Saturday.  “Oh, hi Namjoon.” You said with a weak voice.  “I didn’t know you took this class.” He started taking out a notepad from his bag.  You smiled at him.  “I don’t... I wanted to see if it helped me with my finals essay.” He nodded.  “Already starting a year ahead, I see... Smart.” He stated.  You chuckled, and his eyes shifted towards the front of the class.  “Why is Jungkook staring at you?” He asked and you furrowed your brows.  “Who?” You asked.  “Jungkook, the new kid... Well, not exactly new, he moved in two months ago to the frat house, we just keep saying he’s new because he barely leaves his room or talks to any of us.” He said.  You looked to the direction of the Jungkook boy who was looking at you and when your eyes met; he lingered for a while before averting them and looking at the front of the class.  He was handsome, you couldn’t deny it, but his eyes were dark, filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint.  You continued observing him, his wide back, the way his white shirt sleeves hugged his muscular arms.  “Is he the one with the metal door?” You asked without taking your eyes from the boy.  “Yeah, he’s like super neurotic or something, he developed an app when he was a teenager that kind of got sold to the government and now he’s filthy rich.”  You looked at Namjoon and nodded in understanding.  “He must be very smart.” You said still curious about the boy, he looked back at you one last time noticing you staring at him and you saw him tense.  “He’s a genius, but I’m the frat leader so, I overpower his intelligence.” He laughed while you continued to look at the boy.  “Hey, by the way, Malia is coming over after class to help us make cupcakes for the fair, would you like to come?”  Namjoon was a sweet guy, he and Malia would always make out when you went to parties at his frat and you always thought he had a hard crush on her.  “I don’t know Joon, Yoongi is going to be there, right?” You made a face and sighed.  “Yoongi is out for the week, something about a cousin getting married or something.” He said, and you both got interrupted by the teacher starting the lecture.  You thought about the idea of going back to the frat house after what had happened last time. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to do something different, maybe having friends like Namjoon would be nice. And you sure were curious about Jungkook. You leaned in next to him and whispered.  “You know what, sure, I’d love to go.” And he smiled at you, content. You looked at the boy with the white shirt in front of the class, your curiosity again taking the best of you.  After class ended you saw yourself in front of the frat house, the door was wide open like always and some other frat boys were there, some on the couch playing video games while others were making the sign for their booth and other crafts for the fair. You walked towards the kitchen and saw Namjoon, Malia, a boy you knew as Jimin, and Hoseok. They were mixing batter and frosting, purple frosting. You walked in on them laughing about something Jimin had done during the weekend.   “Hey, you made it!” Namjoon said when he saw you.  “Oh god, it’s going to rain today, Y/N isn’t home planning her entire life!” Malia teased you and you gave her the tongue.  You said hi to everyone, and they resumed the conversation.  “Come one, though, Joon, you can’t blame me for wanting to put the die in his shampoo, just like you guys did to me when I first joined,” Jimin said. “I just wanted to see a reaction out of him, it’s like he’s a robot.” “Yeah, wait until one of his security guards comes into your bedroom at night, you’ll see how much of a robot he is.” You were oblivious as to what they were talking about but showed interest.  “Who did you prank?” You asked and Malia rolled her eyes.  “Oh no, he’s going to tell the entire story again.” Namjoon interrupted.  “Jungkook, but the boy has some spider sense or something because he took a shower and his hair came out just like it did before, so we’re assuming he found out.” He said while he spilled batter into the cupcake pan.  “Why don’t we just ask him?” Hoseok pitched in. “Yo, Jungkook, come here!” He yelled out, and you were quite eager to see the boy from earlier.  Soon enough, there he was coming down the stairs. He wore the same white shirt from earlier and gray sweats, his hands inside the pockets. He looked serious and when he saw you and Malia in the kitchen, he froze on the last two steps. His eyes shot straight to you and you blinked a couple of times before looking away, your cheeks burning a little while Malia gave you two a curious look.  “Come here, why are you standing there?” Hoseok asked, and it seemed like that made the boy come back to reality.  “Jungkook, why isn’t your hair died?” Namjoon asked while he approached the middle counter of the frat kitchen. He bit his lower lip, not answering the question.  Hoseok sighed, and Jimin rolled his eyes.  “He’s doing it again.”  Namjoon seemed to understand the awkwardness of the situation and decided to change the subject.  “Jungkook, this is Malia and y/n.”  You extended your hand towards him and he just looked at it, it almost seemed like he was afraid to touch it, but the darkness in his eyes never left him as he looked up at you. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed as you were going to retract your hands, but the boy soon took it, shaking it firmly. His hand was warm and soft and his fingers were long.  “Nice to meet you.” You said with a half smile.  His expression never changed, and he soon let go of your hand.  Malia just smiled at him and resumed her focus on the purple frosting.  “Jungkook isn’t a man of many words,” Hoseok said and the boy clenched his jaw.  You looked at him again, his eyes meeting yours for a while.  God, he was handsome. Hot. Everything. The shape of his jaw and the form of his lips, the way his hair fell messy in front of his forehead.  “It’s ok to not like to speak, sometimes words are too distracting.” You said and played with your fingers, trying to avoid the intense gaze he held.  Namjoon seemed to notice the way the boy looked at you, so he decided to give you two a task together.  “Hey, Kook, why don’t you take y/n to the back garden and try to organize the ribbons for the fair, you know it’s mandatory, so, chop chop.” He seemed tense, looking from Namjoon to you, something about the serious way he looked at you as if he was almost annoyed made you feel small. He nodded once and turned his back; you followed. You walked right behind him as he stopped in front of the glass door, sliding it open and trying to get away from you as fast as possible.  It was silent between the two of you while he separated the ribbons in a section of color. You couldn’t help but stare at his arms and fingers while he did so, he was so delicate when handling them and you two were so close you could almost feel the heat from his body. “Uhm... So... Are you excited for the fair?” You tried to do small talk. You honestly needed a distraction from all the noise in your head. The feeling from yesterday still lingered on you and you needed to take your head off it. The boy didn’t answer, neither did he look at you. “I’m sorry, I... I just wanted to talk, bad day.” You admitted focusing on the ribbons in front of you. Cursing yourself mentally for even thinking he would be interested in that information. “Why?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. You whipped your head towards Jungkook, not expecting his question, he continued looking towards the ribbons, you could now pay attention to the shape his profile made. He was something else.  You shrugged, not knowing how to tell him you were having a bad day because you couldn’t take a stranger off your head for giving you the most pleasure you felt in your life. So instead... You lied.  “I guess... Boy trouble?” You started, and he nodded. “I met someone... It’s messing with my head.” You swallowed, already feeling the lump in your throat. You barely noticed when his head tilted slightly to the side, his brows meeting slightly in the middle. “What did he do?” His voice was a little louder, raspy. A shiver ran down your spine and you shook it off, you were way too sensitive lately.  “I... Well... He asked me to do something, and I did... A-and even though I was the one that came out with the most... Uhm... Satisfaction... it still feels like I did something wrong.” You said in a weak voice.  He looked at your from the corner of his eyes, measuring you up and down then looking at your hands where you played with the ribbon instead of asserting them.  “Was it something good?” He asked without taking his eyes off you and in that moment you felt like you recognized him from somewhere. His dark eyes, his lips in a straight line, his tense body, and his low, raspy voice.  “It was a-amazing... It was... Unforgettable.” You bit your lower lip, nervous. You looked at him noticing the way his pupils slightly dilated, his Adam’s apple moving. “S-sorry... Have we met before?” You asked, and that made him blink and look back at the ribbons shaking his head.  “No.” He said. Cold and with no emotion.  You nodded and resumed your task.  It went silent from there, and you didn’t know how else to continue the conversation. You could feel the tension in the air, either it was from the way the very, very attractive genius was standing right next to you, and the way his veins were so visible in his arms. You almost wished he touched you. You felt your face turn red from the inappropriate thoughts. Jesus, this was a frat boy from your ex’s frat, how much more of a whore were you going to be?  Soon, Malia came to your rescue telling you to come to try out some frostings. You nodded avoiding his eyes. You stopped at the door for a second and turned around, your eyes locked with his and there it was... The same look from earlier. A look so dark and so full of something you couldn’t pinpoint. You almost choked at how intense it was but forced a soft smile. “Well, it was nice meeting you, guess I’ll see you around... J-Jungkook.” And there you saw his entire body change. He tensed up with the sound of his name, his eyes shutting for a brief moment and he stopped his hands, taking a deep breath. You almost whimpered, somehow his reaction made you even more curious about him. But at the same time... What about your stranger? You swallowed and shook your head before turning on your feet and heading back to the kitchen.  You remembered Namjoon had told you he developed an app, and maybe that was where you knew him from, probably an article or something like that. Or maybe you just saw him around campus. You tried to get the silent boy from your thoughts; you were curious about him and how mysterious he was, but you were also struggling with the things you had done the day prior.  It wasn’t until around night time when you were finally distracted with the starting of your essay that you heard your phone ring. You looked at the screen, reading “Unknown caller” and answered.  “Hello?”  The line was silent for a while.  “Hello, sweetheart.” And you closed your eyes, a shiver running down your spine. His low, raspy voice, serious and stern made you weak, and you didn’t know why. Well, you had an idea.  You clutched the phone against your ear and bit your lower lip.  “Hello, Sir.” You answered, your voice came out weak and choked out.  “Did you have fun yesterday?” He asked, his voice so lustful it sounded like a sin. You didn’t know how to answer, you stayed silent. “I want to see you again.” He then stated. A sense of urgency in his voice, you could hear his ragged breath. You tried to picture him, his hands clutching hard on the edge of a chair, table, anything as he tried to keep in his desperate voice. “Why?” You asked, and this time he was the one that was silent. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you wanted to ‘see’ him again too. Your body was already aching for him, for the way he had made you feel. “I... I want you to touch me again.” You admitted. He sighed on the line, cursing a low “fuck”. “You drive me crazy.” He let out, and you felt it shoot straight to your core. The idea of you... Driving such a man... Powerful man, crazy.  “I’ll arrange for us to meet again next week.” He then resumed his serious almost professional voice. “Wait for the text.”  “Yes, Sir.” You almost whined on the phone.  “Good girl, go to bed.” The praise made you whine and then he hung up. Leaving you submissive and messy for a complete stranger.  You couldn’t believe you were going to do this again, but at the same time, you were looking forward to it. To your surprise, you shut your laptop and did exactly what he had told you to do. And you closed your eyes, dreaming of the voice you so ever wanted to hear again. 

Friday came and you couldn’t help but feel like you were in a good mood. You had finished your classes and even written a little more of your essay. Then, you were in Malia’s door watching her yet again go through her clothes for another night of partying. You felt like you could use a little alcohol and you most certainly wanted to get your mind off things. So once again, Malia gave you a large smile as she helped you chose an outfit. 

You weren’t complaining. The way the dress hugged your curves felt nice and boosted your confidence. You decided to take a quick shower and used your vanilla-scented body wash, it was almost as if you wanted to keep remembering what had happened. Almost as if you were preparing for it.  As you swayed to the music in the Uber, Malia made a face.  “Seriously, what’s happening to you?” She asked, and you looked are her confused.  “What do you mean?”  “First you come to a party with me last week, then you’re at the frat house eye fucking the app boy, now you’re going again to a party with me, I’m pretty sure something’s up.” She finished.  You avoided her eyes, knowing that if you tried lying to her face, she’d notice.  “I just... I just want to have some fun.” You weren’t lying, you did want to have fun. And now that she mentioned the cute boy, your thoughts went to him. “Also, Jungkook is an introvert, I don’t think he likes to party.” You said simply.  “Oh, you two are perfect for each other.” She laughed.  You hit her arm and soon you both were arriving.  The party was a bit more intimate. Not that it wasn’t full, it was, but only people you knew. The music was loud and most of the boys were in the living room, on the couch, some seated on the floor. As you and Malia walked in, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin greeted you. You smiled at the boys and soon you two were seated with them, drink in hand while you all talked about random things. As you looked around the room, observing the other people your eyes fell on the dark eyes looking at you from across the room. He was leaned against the wall, gray long-sleeved shirt that hugged his arms so nicely, his hair messy as he fumbled around with a drink in his hand. You gave him a short smile, but he just looked beside him, leaning off the wall and walking away.  You couldn’t help but feel bad. It really felt like he didn’t like you. Maybe you were annoying. Maybe he knew you because of Yoongi and knew you were sort of a control freak. You shook your head. You were brought out of your thoughts when the music was boosted and everyone got up to dance in the low lit room, you hesitated, but Malia pulled you by the hand and soon you were moving your body, gulping down your drink in one go because tonight, you just wanted to lose a little of that so-called control. You moved gently at first, laughing while you saw your friend try to be sexy with Namjoon. He, of course, was already under her spell. You closed your eyes and started swaying your hips gently to the music; you felt good, lighter, calmer for once, lost in the moment and when you felt two hands land on your hips, you gently looked back to see a not so familiar face.  You felt like pulling away from him, but he started swaying his hips with yours and you just felt like maybe having a dance partner would be nice.  You looked back front again, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to dance. The boy leaned in your ear.  “I’m Taehyung.” He introduced himself.  His voice was so low and so sensual you felt your whole body shiver. You had a thing for voices now.  “Y/N.” You replied.  You felt him smile against your skin and you continued dancing with him. His body glued to yours as you both slowly and gently ground to the music. It was at the second song that you felt Taehyung shift and his body was further away. You stayed with your eyes closed, ready to complain when his body came back, this time just allowing you to move on your own.  You opened your eyes, grabbing the drink from Malia’s hand and she looked back ready to complain when her eyes met the boy behind you, her eyebrows raised and she elbowed Namjoon, who looked rather surprised. You ignored the looks on their faces and continued slowly swaying your hips on the boys’ lap. He still wasn’t moving. Maybe he was just enjoying the way you moved. Soon, you started wanting him to move along and when you turned your body to say something; you froze. The dark eyes that looked back at you carried a lot. It was a mixture of irritation, frustration, and way at the back you saw it... Desire. You couldn’t speak. Now Malia and Namjoon’s surprised look made sense. You drank the rest of Malia’s drink and took a deep breath, throwing the cup and swinging your arms around the boy’s neck. He tensed up, but you were drunk enough to feel courage. You moved again, ignoring the way his body was hard as a rock in front of you. You whined low, leaning in his ear.  “Jungkook... Dance with me.” You asked, and all he did was rais a hand and rest it on your waist. You felt electricity go through your body, you didn’t know why, but you wanted to make him show something. Say something. You continued moving, inching your body closer and closer to him, and soon, your breasts were touching his chest and you saw his jaw clench. You smirked. Yes, this is what you wanted, you wanted him to react. You started grinding your body into his, feeling how hot it was. His fingers gently squeezed and you let out a whimper. You were so sensitive these days and you didn’t know why. As you found yourself getting drunker and drunker you started grinding more sensually on him, your nipples feeling hard under the thin fabric of Malia’s dress. You rested your forehead on his chest, holding tighter around his neck. You felt his leg shift, moving in between your thighs and you started grinding over it, digging your nails into the back of his neck, that was enough incentive for him, and he brought his clothed thigh up to meet your core. You threw your head back, biting your lower lip as you started gently and slowly grinding on his tight, the fabric of your underwear giving you friction and soon you felt the familiar wetness between your legs, your closed your eyes again and rested your head on his shoulders, you felt him inhale and he let out the air in a shaky breath.  You moaned, and he froze. You opened your eyes. He was looking at you, mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling harder than before. You bit your lower lip... You wanted more. You knew he wanted more too. But as soon as you leaned in to kiss him he let go of you taking a few steps back. You felt your whole body hot, the ache in your core so prominent now. Fuck, you were so turned on. He looked at your figure, shook his head, and soon he was off. You watched as he walked towards the stairs, taking two steps at a time, almost as if he was in a rush. You put a hand on your face, trying to control your breath as you walked out of the living room, making your way to the bathroom, you needed to wash your face. You made a face when you saw there were at least two people waiting, so you decided to wait in line. What had just happened? You were dancing with the Taehyung boy, but then it wasn’t him, it was Jungkook. He let you dance with him... Well, on him. Then... You started to ride his tight and he... Let you. You shook your head again. What was happening to you? You were never this shameless before. Still, you felt so turned on you urgently needed to calm yourself down. Ten minutes went by and as you looked down at the floor, arms crossed with your purse in hand you were poked and looked up.  It was the Taehyung boy.  “Guess we got interrupted.” He said with a smirk on his face. You were turned on and honestly, Taehyung was hot as fuck and clearly interested so you smiled at him. “Would you like to continue from where we stopped?” You bit your lower lip, already feeling the hotness between your legs again. You were about to answer when your phone vibrated.  Text From Unknown Number  You felt your heart race, ignoring the boy in front of you completely. Unlocking your phone, you opened the text message.  “I want to see you, now.” You felt your body tremble. You were already so turned on, just the idea of the stranger giving you so much pleasure like last time made you start typing.  “I’m not home.” You waited for a reply. But realized it seemed like you were turning him down. You shared your location with him. “Can he pick me up here?” You asked, and a few seconds later you saw his reply. “Ten minutes, don’t be late. Room 55. Don’t bother washing up.” You smiled at the text. Locking your phone and putting it in your purse, you only then noticed that Taehyung was still in front of you.  “Oh, I’m sorry, I... Something came up.” You said and smiled softly to him, going to Malia and telling her you were going home. She nodded, didn’t even bother asking questions. And soon enough, you were in front of the frat house, waiting on the black SUV that not too long after was stopping in front of you.  You got in the car this time with no hesitation whatsoever, and you were already anticipating what was going to happen.  All the way there you felt the uncomfortable heat between your legs grow, Jungkook had already gotten you worked, for a brief second you wondered if the Stranger would notice. Soon, you were stopping in front of the hotel, not even bothering to wait for the busboy, and made your way to the reception, giving your name and grabbing the key.  You made your way up to the room, and much different from before, the room wasn’t lit up with candles. You already felt the raw intentions of the stranger. You stripped from your clothes and looked around. There was no blindfold. You felt your heart race; you didn’t want to irritate him, so you sat on the edge of the bed and closed your eyes, waiting. Soon, you heard the door and all of your senses once again were on edge.  You didn’t wait to hear his footsteps, instead; you spoke up.  “I- I didn’t find the blindfold, but my eyes are c-closed” You heard him approach you slowly, anticipation running through your veins. Then you felt the piece of fabric cover your eyes as he tied it firmly behind your head.  “Such an obedient girl.” His voice was overflowing with lust, so much more than last time. Just as you expected. His voice was low and raspy, but firm and confident. It made all the hairs on your body stand. “Up.” He said, and you stood.  “So beautiful.” He whispered, and you felt like you could barely hold yourself up.  You heard him move, the sound of fabric falling to the floor, and you knew he was undressing. He walked away from you, coming back and turning you around gently, with a hand placed on your waist. You felt him tying your hands behind your back and every little touch he gave you made your body jolt. Jesus, you were so turned on you could barely think.  He sat down on the bed and moved you in front of him. This was different from last time. He pulled you with him and you both crawled to the back of the bed, his back resting on the headrest. “Come here.” He said gently, and you moved, him guiding you to sit on top of his thigh. It was a happy coincidence. It was maybe too much of a happy coincidence. When you sat down on his thigh, you felt yourself clench around nothing. The sensation of your bare core on his bare thigh was overwhelming.  “Ride me, sweetheart.” He asked, moving your hips with his hand.  “Y-yes, sir.” You obliged, rocking your hips slowly and already feeling the friction.  “Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, sweetheart.” He noticed while you whimpered low against him. “Have you been a dirty girl?” His dirty talk was gentle, but it was enough to make you go crazy, just the sound of his voice was enough to make you go crazy.  “I... I danced with a boy, Sir.” You admitted, feeling your cheeks flushed as you moaned feeling how good your clit rubbed against his skin.  “A boy? Was he the one that got you wet like this?” He asked with a dark tone to his voice, almost dangerous. You nodded, you couldn’t lie. Jungkook had gotten you soaking with just a little of friction.  “What’s his name, sweetheart?” He asked, and you felt yourself rocking your hips faster and harder against him.  “J-Jung...” You moaned, feeling yourself approach you first high of the night. “Oh god...” You whined out.  “Huh? I didn’t get that, baby, say it again.” It was like he was teasing you, his hands gripping harder on your hips, and clenching his muscle to apply more pressure.  “Jungkook! Oh fuck... His name is Jungkook.” You moaned as you felt yourself closer and closer.  One of his hands wrapped around your neck, chocking you slightly, and that only made you feel more pleasure.  “Cum on my thigh like the dirty slut you are for me.” He said lower and your body obeyed. It hit you fast, maybe because you were already so worked up, you closed your legs around his thigh and he held onto you. You came on his bare thigh, your arousal smudging all over him. You moaned loud as you came and he helped you ride it out, you rested your head on his shoulder and tried to control your breathing.  You felt his hands caress your back, going up and down, and it gave you shivers. You shifted your head so your forehead was against his. You could smell his breath.  “You were drinking alcohol...” You said, clearly smelling it on his breath.  “I could say the same to you, sweetheart.” And you remembered you were still a little drunk from the party.  “Sir?” You asked, and he just hummed. Keeping you still on top of him. He was strong. “I.. I want to kiss you.” You said so low, in almost a whisper.  He stopped, his hand on your back. You didn’t know if you offended him; you felt your cheeks burning from embarrassment. You were too bold today.  “I’m sorry.” Was all he answered and then he guided you off his lap, untying your hands and laying you down next to him.  You heard him get up and start putting his clothes on.  “W-wait…” You pleaded, and you heard him stop. “Don’t leave... Please?” For a second you thought he would come back to bed and lay down with you, but you heard him finish buckling his belt and rush out the door.  You took off the blindfold. Sighing and getting up, putting on the tight dress and just sitting back down on the bed. You rubbed your face, feeling a tight feeling in your chest.  Soon, you heard your phone vibrate, and you walked over to it, opening the text without reading.  “Next Friday, 19h, Room 55.”  You scoffed. He had just left and yet he was already scheduling your next... What was it... Session? You grabbed your heels and made your way out, already irritated.  You got in bed that night looking at your phone and hoping he would call. You just wanted to hear his voice again. You were becoming so very addicted to it. But when sleep came and your phone didn’t ring, you felt disappointed. 

You once again tried to distract yourself, only this time you told yourself you’d be more in control. You went back to your routine, focusing on your papers and essay, going about your life without thinking about the things that happened on Friday. On Thursday you went back to the class you were taking and once again, Namjoon sat beside you. 

“So...” He started off. “You went home pretty early on Friday.” He pointed out, and even though you were trying to forget what had happened, life seemed to have other plans for you.  “Yeah... Something came up.” You lied.   “Taehyung didn’t stop asking about you after you left, he seemed pretty hooked.”  You furrowed your brows, remembering the boy who had danced with you briefly before Jungkook had taken his place.  “Oh, yeah, he seemed nice, and I just left him hanging.” You said faintly, now roaming your eyes around the room for the familiar quiet boy. It was Namjoon that nudged your side and made you notice him standing right next to you. You looked up at the dark eyes looking straight back at you, almost feeling embarrassed for have being caught looking for him.  “Hello, J-Jungkook.” You said feeling flustered. The memory of you two dancing together almost smashing into you. What if he was there to yell at you for the way you acted... Worse, what if he wanted to sue you? He was silent as usual, but soon he took a deep breath and spoke.  “I wanted to apologize for Friday.”. His voice was insecure but direct.  You felt your cheeks heat up, looking down to the boys’ feet.  “It’s ok... I-I should be the one apologizing.” You admitted.  “Have coffee with me, after class.”  You looked up at him again, feeling your mouth dry. It wasn’t a request. But then again, you didn’t feel like saying no in the first place.  “O-ok.” He nodded in Namjoon’s direction, then walked to his usual place.  You watched him the entire time. Wondering why you were so eager to see him again.  “I guess you have two of the boys hooked on you,” Namjoon said with humor in his voice.  You waited at the end of class, with your bag clutched in your arms. You were nervous. You didn’t know why Jungkook wanted to have coffee with you, maybe he wanted to explain why he walked away. Or why he took Taehyung’s place. You were questioning everything again, already worried with so much. But as soon as he came out of the class and stopped next to you, he was the center of your attention.  You walked with him to the coffee shop in ultimate silence. His presence was so intimidating, and yet you felt drawn to it. As soon as you both sat down in the booth, he stared deep into your eyes. You couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Avoiding it briefly before the waitress came and served you two hot coffee.  “Why are you taking that class?” He asked. His voice was so comforting it made you relax again.  “I started my final essay, and I wanted to take that class. I only have to take it next year, but I thought it would be good to prepare for it, even though I don’t understand a thing.”  “That’s smart.” He said, and you hummed. Nodding your head.  “Why are you going to school here?” You asked, and that made him lift his eyebrows. “I mean... Namjoon told me you’re a genius, sold an app to the government and you’re rich and shit... Why go to school here, why not Harvard or something?” You looked down at your coffee, taking a sip.  “Genius... I’m no genius.” He said with a frustrated tone to his words. “I already graduated in computer science in Standford when I was 18, I’m taking on something new, wanted to have the college experience.” He said drinking his coffee. Your mouth almost dropped.  He graduated Stanford when he was 18? He really was a genius.  “I... Wow.” You said, and you saw him feel slightly uncomfortable. “I don’t think I’d have the courage to go back to college for a second major... It’s so out of my plans.” You admitted.  “And what are your plans?” He asked. And there it was again, that feeling that you knew him from somewhere. That you two had met before. You brushed it off, trying to maintain the conversation. This was a lot more than you had last time.  “Finish college, work in my area... I wanted to get married when I was 28, but... That seems very far away.” You smiled, feeling silly. “It’s stupid.”  “It’s not stupid.” He said. You looked up at him. His eyes were a lot softer than the usual.  “Yoongi... You two are from the same frat... He was my boyfriend. I made those plans with him, but as you can tell, we’re not together anymore.” You didn’t know why you were telling him, you assumed he knew you were Yoongi’s ex, but still maybe you were being inconvenient.  “He’s not good for you,” Jungkook said with seriousness to his voice.  Silence installed between the two of you again, and this time it was your fault. Talking about Yoongi while you were seated across from a boy that had so much effect on you while thinking about a stranger that had so much power over your body was just the rock bottom of your sexual confusion.  “I can help you with the class.” He offered, and it took you out of your thoughts, making you look up at him with a surprised look.  “How?”  “We can meet here every Thursday after class, I’ll help you, share my notes so you can be more prepared for next year.” That brought a smile to your lips. A genuine and sincere one. You felt happy that someone understood you at least a little and was willing to help.  “Yeah... That’d be nice.” You couldn’t contain the smile on your face.  After you talked about your mother and how she had made plans for you ever since you were a kid, eventually, you both finished your coffee, Jungkook had already paid before you even had the chance to get your money and you were both standing outside the coffee place, awkwardly standing next to each other.  “So, that was nice.” You said with a soft smile on your lips.  “Yeah, it was.” He agreed and for the first time you saw him smile. It was brief, but it was enough to make your heart flutter.  You waved goodbye to him and turned your back, walking towards your apartment.  It was the first time in so long that you felt normal. Just... A normal girl getting coffee with a cute guy. A cute guy that was very, very smart and rich, but still, you felt good.  You got home, and the smile was still plastered on your face and of course, Malia didn’t let that go by unnoticed.  “Who is it?” She asked as soon as you put your bag down on the living room floor.  “What are you talking about?” You shook your head at her.  “Oh, come on! Last time you got home smiling like that, Yoongi had first lent you his pencil.”  You rolled your eyes.  “I just grabbed coffee with Jungkook, that’s all.” You walked towards your room, taking your jacket off.  “Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, the quiet boy?” She asked, and you nodded. “What about Yoongi?” You shrugged.  “What about him?” “Well, weren’t you the one that wanted to get married to him and all that crap you believe in?” You felt uncomfortable.  “Malia, it’s not crap stuff, it’s just how I like to live.” You tried defending yourself.  “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “So, is Jungkook your next target?” And you looked at her, feeling offended.  “I don’t have any ‘targets’ Jungkook is a nice guy, he’s going to help me get familiar with class for next year.” “Sound more like get familiar with his dick.” She wiggled her eyebrows.  You threw a pillow at her, and she laughed, walking towards the kitchen.  Later at night, you had completely forgotten about your appointment for the next day. And when your phone rang, you answered it without even checking the caller.  “Hello?” You answered with a calm voice.  “Still up, sweetheart?” At first, you felt the familiar shiver run down your spine, but then you felt slightly irritated.  “As you can tell... Sir.” You answered boldly.  “Oh, getting brave I see.” He said with amusement in his voice.  “Well, maybe I’m tired of being left in the dark.” You played with words.  He was silent.  “Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” He asked, trying to avoid your last comment.  “Depends...” You said, and he waited for you to go on. “Are you not going to fuck me?” You asked, a smirk on your lips, you heard him hiss with the bold choice of words.  “Am I not pleasing you enough, sweetheart?” You could tell he liked this teasing game.  “Oh no, Sir, don’t get me wrong...“ You rolled over on your bed. “I just really wanted a chance to clench and cum around your hard cock.” You were surprised at yourself for the way you were speaking.  “Fuck... “ He said nice and loud this time. “You’re getting dirty, sweetheart”.  “Maybe I was always dirty, Sir.” You teased.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with what you could understand was a smirk on his lips.  “Wish I could say the same.” You laughed. “Goodnight”.   You hung up the phone, getting ready for bed. A few moments later your phone vibrated, and you smiled, already shaking your head.  Unknown Number. See you tomorrow, sweetheart. 

blindfold - (3)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

‒ blindfold. (m) ✎  [9k words]

genre: smut, nsfw, college!au, contract!au, light smut, and light fluff?

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, orgasm without touching, slight dom/sub undertones, light angst  Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. A/N: I’d like to thank the girls from BTS Smut Club for helping me keep this interesting! I also want to apologize for the delay and let you all know I usually post every Friday or Saturday. If you like it feel free to reblog, send me messages or questions. And once again, enjoy. 

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Ever since you were a little girl all of your days were planned out, you woke up the same time, had a healthy breakfast and did your chores, going to college was no different apart from the tight schedule you maintained for class. It wasn't that you didn't like being spontaneous or didn't enjoy just living life to it's fullest, you just were used to it. Used to being always prepared, always organized and always on time, sometimes even ahead of time. Adding your weekly meeting with the stranger and now your tutoring with Jungkook made you feel a little unsteady. It wasn't because you were doing something shameful with the stranger, no, your inner self was way past that by now, you were actually looking forward to it. But there was still a part of you - the control freak part of you - that felt like maybe you were being too bold with your time. As you walked to class with your bag on your shoulder you felt anxiety bubble in your stomach, you had so much to focus on, and you barely noticed when someone tapped you on the shoulder. "Y/N, right?" The low voice asked and you whipped your head in his direction. "Taehyung!" You said with surprise as he walked alongside you. "Call me Tae, please." He smiled and you couldn't help but smile back. "Sorry for jumping you like this, I just saw you walking and you seemed to be bothered in your thoughts and I guess we never really got a proper introduction." He smiled again, putting his hands in his pocket and you saw a faint pink cover his face. "Oh my God, I just remembered, I'm so sorry for leaving like that, I- uh, something come up!" You bit on your lower lip remembering how you left the boy hanging at the party. He chuckled, his shoulders bouncing up and down. "Yeah, Jungkook came up." He teased you. You lifted your eyebrows. "Yeah, I don't know why he cut you off like that at the party." You said. "You're attractive so, I don't judge him, did you two have fun afterward?" "What do you mean?" You questioned in confusion. 

"You two left, so I assumed that's what you meant with 'something came up'." He answered. It took you a few seconds to register what he was suggesting and you quickly shook your head. "Oh! No! I didn't... Sleep... You know, I didn't sleep with Jungkook." You felt your cheeks grow hot. "Really?" He asked brows meeting in the middle. "I was so sure because as soon as you left, he left right after and it was his frat house, so I assumed..." He trailed off and you continued shaking your head. You almost didn't notice the little smile he gave you when he understood that you hadn't slept with Jungkook. "Jungkook is a... " You tried to think of what you could fit Jungkook into... A crush? A very, very hot boy you felt drawn too? "I guess he's a friend? He's tutoring me on Thursdays." You told Tae with a shy smile. "He's already got a hold of you, any chance you can spare some time for a drink with me after class?" He stopped walking and tilted his head to the side. Tae was very handsome, the type of handsome that hurt and you couldn't deny the way he made you blush. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, the idea of having a date with this handsome boy making you a little excited, but, you remembered you had plans. Very shameful plans. "Ah, I'm sorry I have p-plans after class, I do every Friday actually... But, maybe tomorrow?" He smiled again, this time wider at not being turned down. "Yeah, tomorrow is fine." He said and you smiled wide as well. You took your phone out and handed it to him so he could put in his number and he did, sending himself a text before handing it back to you. "Great, so... I'll text you later then, I kind of have to go, I'm late for class." He laughed and pointed to the opposite direction you two were going. "Wait, I thought you were going this way too." You noticed. "I just wanted to talk to you." He said with a soft voice that made you feel your cheeks heat up yet again. "See you tomorrow, Y/N." And you waved at him before turning and finishing your walk to class. At around lunchtime, you met with Malia and she was already stuffing a burrito she got into her mouth. You looked at her bag with Mexican food and you couldn't help but feel your mouth salivate. "Just go get some." She said with humor in her voice. You opened your bank app on your phone to see if you had enough money for it almost gasping out loud when you say the big numbers on the screen. You had forgotten that your meetings with the stranger were... Being paid for. You quickly closed your phone, not bothering to close the app before you got up and went for the Mexican food truck, not long after you sat down happy with your food, you and Malia talking about random things. "I'm going to Namjoon's later." She said when you both were slurping down your mini churros. "You two seem serious." You pointed out and she shrugged. Malia was the girl every guy wanted, she was fun and beautiful and she always had the guys attention, so seeing her going out with Namjoon again made you feel a sense of pride. "Well, he's a nice guy and he has a dick... So... He's already winning." She tried to brush you off. "I have a date tomorrow." You said in a small voice, knowing that it would make Malia start to question. "What? A date, with who? Jungkook?" She asked with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. "Actually... That boy, Taehyung?" You answered. "He's been texting me, but... I guess I wouldn't say no to a date with Jungkook." You laughed. "I want to see with my own eyes." She said extending her hand and grabbing your phone, you didn't mind, Malia knew almost everything about you. She unlocked your phone, being your best friend and roommate she knew your code, and when she went silent you just took it as her reading the texts. "Y/N? Why is your bank account flooding with cash?" She asked not taking her eyes off of your phone. You stopped sipping on your drink feeling a cold wave go down your spine, you felt as if all of the blood in your face left. She raised her eyes to you, waiting for an answer, and when she saw the utterly terrified look on your face, she already had her answer. "Oh. My. God!" She said the last loudly. "You little slut!" You tried shushing her so no one would hear her freaking out. "Malia, I can explain..." Your voice was low as you looked around. "I cannot believe you, I am so... "She kept shaking her head. "Proud!" She finally said. You turned your head to her, confusion spreading on your features. "What? You're not mad?" You asked as you saw her calm down and look at your phone one last time before turning it off and handing it to you. "What, are you kidding? This is the most badass thing you've ever done! I'm not mad at all." She said and you felt less at ease. "So, is the old guy any good?" She asked and you felt your face turn hot. "Jesus, Malia, he's not an old guy." You said, grabbing your drink again. "Oh! That's even better! Is he some hot mid thirties CEO, tell me everything!" She was excited out of her mind, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit excited too that your best friend also knew about your little shameful side. You told her about the meetings with the stranger, how you didn't know his name or what he looked like because of the blindfold, how he never actually fucked you or let you get him off for that matter. "So, he literally makes you cum multiple times and pays you for it?" She asked. You nodded and she shook her head. "How come shit like that doesn't happen to me?" She huffed, frustrated. You just laughed. "I'm meeting him again tonight." You told her. And her frown turned into a smirk. "Y/N, Y/N... You're turning into a whore, how can you juggle three men at the same time? I'm not even that much of a whore." She said and you raised your eyebrows. "What do you mean?" You asked. "Well, you have this... Christian Gray guy that is invested, literally, in you, then little old quiet boy Jungkook, who never even spoke to me after seeing him multiple times, but somehow he's now tutoring you and a date with no one other than Kim Taehyung, the biggest fuck boy on campus. I mean, you're thriving, my dear."  You just looked at her. "Not that I'm complaining, I'm actually glad to see you doing something so wild for once." You felt a little bit of shame but shrugged it off. You didn't even know the guy, the stranger. It wasn't like you could fall for him and Jungkook just seemed too closed off for you to see a chance of dating him, even if you somehow wanted to, but Tae was a boy that was clearly into you and you were attracted to him, so, you had to at least try, right? You and Malia finished your conversation and each headed back to class, you focused on getting home at the right time so you could prepare for your appointment later at night. You stepped out of the car and into the hotel lobby once again, the same receptionist greeted you with a wide smile and already handed you the keycard for room 55. It was the same as the first time, candles lit the room, the bath was drawn and you sighed as you put your purse down, taking a quick look at your phone to see how much time you had. You placed it on top of the room table and started undressing. You didn't know why he had wanted you so desperately last time and you couldn't help but feel the heat running down your body as you remembered the way he spoke to you. Damn you loved his voice. How low and raspy it was, how serious and demanding. You definitely couldn't forget the way his thick and muscular thigh felt under your core. You felt yourself getting aroused as you stepped in the bath, already starting the demanding routine the stranger wanted you to follow for each meeting. You looked at the Vanilla scented body wash, it was a weird coincidence, but somehow you didn't mind as you washed your body well, soaking the smell into your skin. Already dried up and seated at the edge of the bed with the blindfold on, you waited. You were anticipating every single action that would go down in this room and you couldn't help but try to picture the stranger in your head. You gave him dark hair and dark eyes, it matched the way he made you feel. You wondered if he wanted the blindfold on because he was famous. Or maybe, it was really just a kink. Whatever reasons he had to not allow you to see his face was worth enduring because the way he made you feel was nothing like you have ever known before. You couldn't help but imagine what would happen if one day you just decided to take the blindfold off. Would he get mad, would he vanish and you'd never see, well, hear him again? Your thoughts were interrupted as soon as you heard the door. It had been three times already, but still, it seemed like the first. The tap of his shoes on the floor made you shiver, how could he be so intimidating just by walking into a room? As the sound slowly got closer, you already felt yourself getting wet, Jesus, he had such an effect on you. You heard the chair, from the small table in the corner of the room move and you assumed he sat down in front of you. It was silent now, you could only hear his breathing. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, this was new. You opened your mouth to speak, but was soon interrupted. "Hello, sweetheart." His low, raspy voice made you let out the air you didn't know you were holding. "Hello... Sir." You said low. "My favorite thing in the world... Is walking into this room and seeing you bare for me. All because of me and just for me." He said. His words made you shiver yet again. Why wasn't he touching you? "I-I'm wet for you too." You admitted in a shy voice. You heard him breathe out. "Show me." He demanded. You swallowed, opening your legs slowly and leaning back on the bed, holding yourself up. He groaned in a low voice as he saw your glistening folds. "Such a pretty cunt on a pretty girl." His voice was drowning in lust. You were getting wetter with his dirty words, your core aching with the need of his touch. You bit your lower lip, already feeling your body get hotter. "It's yours, Sir." You said. "Oh.. Mine? Is that so?" He sounded condescending, but still intimidating. His voice was so low and so hot. "A-All yours to touch, kiss, eat... F-fuck." You felt your cheeks hot. You really wanted him to fuck you. He was silent for a few seconds and that made you a little self-conscious. Your knees flinched threatening to close. "You were very bratty on the phone yesterday, sweetheart." His voice carried slight humor to it as if he was teasing you. You opened your mouth to argue, but, he didn't let you. "You want me to fuck you so bad, don't you?" He asked and you nodded, biting your lower lip with the idea of being filled up with him, your core clenched and he noticed. "So... Fucking... Desperate." He said even lower. You were yearning for his touch so bad, you didn't understand why he was seated in that stupid chain and not in bed with you, touching you, making you cum hard and good like he usually does. "My cock is throbbing, did you know that?" He told you and you clenched again. Fuck. You heard him unzip his pants and shuffle a little with it. "Ah... I'm leaking. There's a clear stripe of pre-cum leaking down my cock, sweetheart." Oh my God. You felt your mouth water, fuck, why was he doing this? The idea of him with his cock in his hands while he looked at you was making you start to drip into the covers. "You're just so desperate to get fucked right, aren't you? So desperate for me so slowly shove my cock inside that tight cunt of yours, filling you up to the brim... Feel my balls slap against that ass again and again while I fuck you hard and fast, am I right?" You whined, your core clenching hard making a gush of your juices slide out. "Look at that, look at the needy cunt you have sweetheart, so wet... I bet it's starting to hurt from all the throbbing." He said. You felt desperate, the aching in your core was unbearable, your nipples were so hard and you were so desperate to be touched. To be fucked by him. You couldn't think straight, breathe right. You heard the wet sounds that came from him, you could hear them perfectly, the sound of his hand going up and down his length, he was... He was jerking off right in front of you and you couldn't do anything. "S-sir... Please." You begged, the sounds making you move your hips back and forth slowly. "Fuck... Look at you, such a mess, I bet you'd look so beautiful stuffed with my cock, feeling my cum inside of you hot, feeling my cum fill you up... A-Ah... Fuck." He was jerking faster now, and your hips followed his pace. "Maybe I'd fuck that throat of yours, stuff that pretty mouth, watch you gag and drool all over my hard cock." His breath was shallow and his voice low and raspy, he sounded so fucking hot, it was making you feel like you could cum right there. "P-please Sir, please... Fuck, please." You begged with a whiny voice. You felt like you could cry if he didn't touch you soon or if he didn't do anything. "Beg harder for me, baby, come on, you're a good fucking slut." You moaned, an electric wave going through your body at his words. "Sir, please, I'm such a slut for you... My pussy is hurting so bad, please, please touch me, please make me cum. I'm all yours, Sir, my.. My body is just yours... Only you can make me cum, fuck... Please, please!" You begged and whined and his hand moved faster with that. You didn't know if you wanted to make him cum or if you wanted him to stop and make you cum, but either would be good for you. "Such a dirty whore, talking dirty to me on the phone, I thought you were a good girl, sweetheart, just the way I like them, good and obedient, my little slut." He groaned and his voice was laced with his pleasure. "I-I'm sorry, Sir, I'm so sorry..." You felt tears prickle in the corner of your eyes, he was torturing you, this was punishment. Your hips moved with him and even if there was no pressure or touch at all you felt a wave hit your body, your toes curled and you grabbed tighter on the bed felling your core clench violently while you felt the ecstasy of an unexpected and shocking orgasm. You moaned loud and high pitched as you closed your eyes shut under the blindfold, the tears staining the fabric as you felt yourself leaking down into the bed. It hit you hard and your arms faltered, making you fall back onto the bed as you tried to control your breathing. The room went silent. You couldn't hear him at all, maybe it was because of how hard your full body orgasm hit you. "Did... Did you just cum?" He asked. And you were still catching your breath when you heard him get up. He walked slowly towards you, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Answer me." His voice was lower. You nodded, too taken back to even feel surprised. "Holy shit... I didn't even touch you." He sounded shocked but aroused. The idea of him touching you had you arching your back slightly. Trying to incentive him to touch you. "Sir... Please touch me, I'll be a good girl... I promise." Your voice was weak. He didn't answer you, instead, you felt the tip of his fingers on your cheek and you melted into his touch. He caressed up and down your cheek, then down to your chin and your neck, his touch was so delicate and it made all the hairs in your body stand. "Fuck... You're so beautiful." He whispered more to himself than to you. For a second you felt your heart flutter, you wanted him to say beautiful things to you all day... Everyday... But, it was so irrational of you to even feel or want that from a stranger. You were brought back to reality when you felt the tip of his fingers brush against your nipple, it was so gentle as if he was mapping your body and it felt so good. You arched your back into his touch and he pressed harder. "I want to kiss your whole body." He admitted with a soft voice and you whined. "Please do..." You really wanted him to. You wanted his touch and to feel him, you wanted him to take you whole. His body moved to hover over you as his lips met your neck, it was gentle, he grazed his nose against your skin, inhaling the smell of the body wash he asked you to use. Leaving small and gentle kisses all over your neck and down to your shoulders, you felt your hands move on their own, grabbing him by his shoulders and hugging his neck while he buried his face into the crook of your neck. His body tensed up for a few seconds, but he soon relaxed as he felt you shiver under his lips. He was wearing a hoodie. That was all you could tell. A hoodie that felt soft and smelled like a very expensive fabric softener. You couldn't tell how long he spent kissing your neck, shoulders, and chest, it was like he was worshiping your body. As he came up again you felt his breath against your lips. Your heart was beating violently in your chest, as his nose grazed yours gently. You wanted to stretch up and kiss him, you wanted him to kiss you so bad. "Kiss me." You whispered. You could almost feel his lips against yours. And then it happened. His lips touched yours and you gasp. They were warm and soft, he kissed you gently at first, a wave running through your body with the sensation. You opened your mouth slightly, and he deepened the kiss his tongue coming to meet yours, ever so delicately. You hugged his neck tighter, your fingers digging slightly into the fabric of his hoodie. He tasted like coffee and mint. But it was sweet and addicting you wanted to kiss him forever if you could. Soon, the kiss got hotter, a little more desperate, his tongue massaging yours ever so desperately and what started as a gentle kiss became a hot make-out session. His free hand came up to tangle in the back of your head, in your hair. His body came down into yours and you felt him, his bulge, free from his pants and boxers that were tugged down from his earlier actions. The skin of his length against your pubic mound made you moan into his mouth, he started grinding slowly into you, the pressure of his body jerking himself slowly. Your body started feeling hot again, your core pulsing slightly, this was the first time he kissed you... The first time you were so close to feeling him fuck you, you broke free from the kiss, trying to catch your breath as his lips came down to your neck to sucked and bit on the skin. You involuntarily opened your legs wider, allowing him to grind harder into you and the light pressure that the fabric that was pulled down against your clit had you whimpering. "S-sir..." You called for him, your hands sliding down his back and under his clothes. You wanted to touch him too, feel his skin against yours. His body tensed up again with the touch of your fingers and he stopped. He was still, his mouth on your skin and his breath uneasy. You gulped thinking you went too far, but he didn't move. He didn't say anything either, so you started moving your hand up the side of his body. He shivered as your fingers came up and as they went down. You moved your hand to the side, to graze against his stomach and you felt his hard abs clench, he was letting you touch him. "S-sir..." You called again in a whiny whisper. Your hand started sliding down slowly waiting to see if he'd stop you. You felt his head leave the crook of your neck as it hovered over your face. You adjusted your body under him very slowly, afraid that any movement might scare him off. "Please..." You begged. Your hand finally meeting the head of his cock and his whole body jerked. You could feel his hard head wet with pre-cum, it felt hot and painfully hard. You slid your hand down his length all the way to the base of his cock, were you engulfed your hand around it delicately. He still was silent, just letting you do whatever it was you were doing, you could feel his heavy breath against your face. As you adjusted your body under him slowly, you bit your lower lip. Was this really happening? You felt insecure. What if he was letting you touch him like this just to never look for you again? What if he was letting you touch him but was getting really upset? You felt his shaky breath against your face again, your throbbing core aching for him. You slowly slid his cock between your folds, all the way up to your clit. He groaned and that was enough incentive for you to do it again, mixing his pre-cum with the leaking juices that coated your throbbing pussy. Each time the head of his cock brushed against your clit you whimpered and each time he breathed out or either groaned low. "Please... Fuck me." You whispered aligning his cock with your entrance, the head touching your hole and you involuntarily clenched, desperate. It happened very fast. One second everything was going in the right direction, his body bucked forward, his cock breaching your whole slightly, the moan in the back of your throat ripping out and he cursed, impulsing his body up and away from you. You sat up, hearing him zip his pants and you knew that if you didn't say anything this could be the last time you ever met with him. "Sir, please... Don't leave me again." You begged and he stopped. "I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I shouldn't ha-" You felt like you could cry, your bottom lip quivering with the idea of not seeing him again. "Please don't leave... just... Talk to me, please." You begged, your voice breaking. You heard him sigh and move, sitting on the chair. You suddenly felt cold, your body shivering and trembling, how could you have been so stupid? This was something he paid you for.. This wasn't a date or anything intimate it was just a stranger paying you to fulfill whatever fantasy or kink he had. You heard him get up and shuffle with something before you felt a soft fabric cover your body, it was a blanket, he was covering you up. You suddenly felt ashamed, your cheeks feeling hot and you knew they were red. He sat down again... Silence once again filling the room. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-" You started saying. "No... I let you, I'm the one that should apologize." He said, his voice contained, almost... Professional. You went silent again, both of you. "Are you going to stop seeing me?" You asked almost innocently and when he didn't answer immediately you curved your head down scared he could see how disappointed you were. "Y/N... If I could, I'd see you every day." He said and again you felt your heart flutter. "I still remember the first time I saw you." His voice was soft and... Familiar, you just couldn't pinpoint were from. "Can I ask... Please... Just, why can't we fuck?" You asked really just trying to understand and he sighed. "You really don't know how to follow rules, do you?" He almost said in a bittersweet tone. You looked down again. "It's not that I don't want to... trust me, I'd give anything to fuck you." He said. "Then why don't you?" You asked feeling a bit embarrassed. He was quiet as if he was thinking of what to say, and you couldn't help but feel rejected. "Intimacy." He answered. "In my head... Sex is intimate. When I fuck a girl, I want it to be more than sex or arousal. I want it to be... Love." You felt your mouth agape, your heart beating in your chest, but aching for some reason. You couldn't understand why you were so disappointed that he'd never fuck you because you felt like he would never develop feelings for you and everything just came crashing down. "But I like this, I like giving you pleasure, Y/N. I like our arrangement, it's simple... Not complicated. I get to make you feel good and feel proud of myself for it, like... I've accomplished something. And it's all thanks to you. " His words felt like a sting. That's all this was after all... A professional arrangement. An... Accomplishment. Even if the way he kissed you felt tender, even if the way he spoke to you felt safe. Even if for whatever reason you were crushing on this stranger, and right there you made up your mind. "I'm sorry I overstepped your boundaries, it won't happen again." You said in a stern voice.   "I'm sorry for... Losing control, that too, won't happen again." He answered in a professional voice. You forced a weak smile and he stood up. "I should probably go now." He said and soon, he was out the door. Unlike the other times, this time... You stayed. You took off your blindfold and rolled yourself in the blanket crawling up into the bed. You wanted to enjoy the smell of his cologne in the air for as long as you could and for what you have decided... Was the last time.

Tae was funny, sweet and charming. The way he energetically told you about this one time a guy from his frat slept with his head in the toilet almost made you want to smile, but you were too upset to do so and he seemed to notice. "Hey, everything ok?" He asked and you blinked a couple of times looking down at your drink and back up at him. "Yeah... Yeah... Sorry, just, stressed about school, you know?" You lied and he nodded. When you had woken up in the morning you checked your phone to see the text, scheduling your meeting for the next Friday. Nothing had changed for the stranger, but too much had changed for you. It was almost childish how you had developed a crush on someone you had met only three times and barely spoken to, yet, the intensity of it all was too confusing for you to allow get any worse. So, you had decided to stop seeing him. You were still thinking of how you would tell him or... How that would work, but for now you were too upset to think about it. "So, you want to get out of here?" Tae asked with a smug smile on his face. Malia's words came into your head. Biggest fuckboy on campus. And you sighed, you didn't even know why you had accepted going out with Tae now that your head was full of a strangers voice. "Tae, listen, I'm sorry... I don't think this is going to work." You said and the smile turned into a straight line as he blinked a couple of times. "Oh... I thought..." He started saying, clearly embarrassed. "I know, I just... I kinda like someone and I didn't realize until yesterday, I'm really sorry." You said and he nodded. "Jungkook." He said. "What? No! Jungkook is just a friend, I promise, it's... It's someone else, no one you know." You tried to reassure him and he smiled. "It's ok, really, you're pretty cool and you know, really hot, but I guess we can try to be friends too?" He asked and you smiled at him nodding. Tae walked you home, and if you thought dealing with him was a little stressful, you weren't prepared for Malia. As soon as you stepped in, she was barging out of her room to ask you questions. You were quiet while you walked to your room and changed into clothes other than the ones from the day before. She was asking how it went, what he did and if you had any idea of who he could be, she was excited. The pride and admiration in her voice made everything worse, so you decided to not tell her about your decision, instead, indulging her. Your answers were short and even if Malia didn't seem satisfied with them, it seemed like enough for her to eventually stop asking and allow you to be alone. You needed to distract yourself, think of anything other than the stranger and your only escape mechanism was to study or organize your schedule. You buried yourself in work until you were too exhausted to even think straight. Grabbing your phone you laid in bed, ready to sleep, you read over the text messages that he had sent you, sighing and feeling bad. It was a smart move. Why continue something that is meant to be professional if there is a chance you might confuse things and develop feelings for him? Someone who clearly had no interest in you other than... Sexual? You typed ou the message, feeling like even if it wasn't a final decision, it wasn't entirely cowardly of you. "Something came up this Friday, I won't be able to attend. Raincheck." And you shut your phone off, closing your eyes and preparing to sleep. Thursday had come by in a flash as you busied yourself with anything you could. Helping other people with their monthly fair projects, helping others study and organize their schedule. You wish you could say it was easy to forget the stranger, but his texts were coming every day more often. After you had sent that text you had woken up to three texts from him. "I hope nothing changed." "We can bring our meeting forward if that works for you." And when you answered with a simple. "Busy week, sorry." He came back with. "What can I do to help? I wouldn't like to disrupt our schedule." You didn't answer him. And the other texts that followed that one seemed as if he was desperately trying to avoid you missing out on your appointment. Looking at your phone as you walked to your chosen class you read the text from the night before. "Do not ignore me."  You almost felt mad but knew you had to tell him soon. Walking into class you shoved your phone back into your bag and saw Namjoon seated already next to were you usually do, but you were too tired to answer any of his questions so you decided to sit in the back of the room. You watched the lecture and could barely focus on it, you really wanted to understand that class, but all you could think about was the texts that were unanswered in your phone. In a blink of an eye, class ended and you sighed, shaking your head and packing your things, it wasn't too long after you noticed a figure standing next to you while you shoved the last of your books into your bag. "Why didn't you sit where you usually do?" He asked and you looked up to see Jungkook, his eyes dark and stressed. It was as if he was annoyed. "Just needed some time alone today." You shrugged and he took a deep breath. "Are we still up for the tutoring? I barely got anything from today's class." You admitted tiredly and Jungkook nodded not taking his eyes off you. You looked tired and stressed and it was noticeable. You two walked in silence to the cafe, Jungkook seemed tenser than last time and when you both sat down he was quiet, looking at you with something you couldn't pinpoint. "So.. Uhm..." You started but he cut you. "Is your phone working?" He asked and you blinked a couple of times taking your phone from your bag and checking. "Uh... Yeah, why?" You asked. He looked down swallowing hard than looking up at you again. "Maybe you should get my number, so you could ask me questions when you have them." His voice was serious and low, it made you feel something. "Yeah, ok... That's nice, thanks." You smiled at him, handing him your phone. Jungkook dialed his number and gave it back to you. For the rest of the tutoring, he was monosyllabic, just answering your questions with yes or no and handing you his notebook. You tried to start a conversation but he would give you short answers and it seemed as if one more thing in your life was going wrong. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, you were clearly stressed and that seemed to catch Jungkook's attention. "You seem stressed." He pointed out. "That's because I am." You admitted. "I try to be so organized and... Correct and I end up just fucking up." You said. "And even when I tried doing something out of my comfort zone... My methodic head fucked it up." You shook your head. "What do you mean?" He asked. You looked up at him, maybe sharing it with someone could be good, even if not the whole truth, but at the same time, you just wanted to forget. "Remember when I told you I was having boy trouble?" He nodded. "Still having them." You gave him a weak smile. "What's wrong this time?" He asked looking down at the table, his dark eyes serious and his mouth in a thin straight line. "I just... I really don't want to talk about it." And once again he nodded looking serious and down at the table. "Have you ever seen Men In Black?" You asked out of nowhere and he looked up at you, a curious look on his face. "Yes." He answered simply. "Don't laugh at me, but..." You smiled wider. "It's one of my favorite movies and you just remind me of Agent K." You said and it took a few seconds for Jungkook to understand who you were comparing him to, but then he smiled. "I'm too serious." He said and shook his head. "Yeah, in an Agent K kind of way but, still, very serious." You played with your pencil. "How is Men In Black your favorite movie?" He asked, his brows slightly furrowed. "Well, you'd expect it to be something like... 'Pride and Prejudice' right?" You asked and he didn't change his demeanor. "Not really, I don't assume what kind of movies you enjoy, but, Men In Black is just a really bad movie." He said with the most serious tone and for some reason that made you laugh. Hard. Jungkook seemed taken back by that, his mouth quivering upwards slightly threatening to laugh with you. "What?" He asked not understanding your sudden outburst. "It's just... Seriously, why are you so serious?" You asked trying to catch your breath. Jungkook smiled, thinking for a couple of minutes. "I have social anxiety." He said. "It's hard for me to look someone in the eyes and talk to them, I close down. I get defensive." And you smiled. "That's understandable... But, why did you offer to tutor me if you feel uncomfortable?" You asked. "I don't feel uncomfortable with you." You felt your cheeks red. "I guess some people I have more ease in talking to, while with others I don't." He said. Jungkook and you were quiet for a while looking at the table between the two of you. "Men In Black is a bad movie." He said again and you laughed loud, forgetting about the stranger for the first time ever since Friday. "Well, what's your favorite movie?" You asked, playing with your fingers as your laugh died down. He raised his eyebrows, not expecting you to ask. "Tarantino Movies." He answered simply. You weren't expecting him to answer that, unlike him, you expected him to like more serious and clean movies. "Bloody movies." You said and he nodded with a shy smile on his face. "I like the way he works with dialog, and of course... The blood." He explained. "I imagine I don't seem like someone who likes Tarantino movies, but, can we really tell from looking at someone?" He asked. "Well, a little, Namjoon, for example, seems like the type of guy to enjoy BBC Documentaries." You chuckled. "I can confirm that." He said. "But, I'm not one to judge people, some things are just evident." You explained. "How about... The boy?" He asked and you looked down, remembering the stranger. The look on your face was enough for him to understand it was something that was upsetting you. "I don't know anything about him." You admitted. "We never really talked." And he hummed nodding and swallowing. "It's stupid actually... I don't know him at all. He's a complete stranger." You started to realize as you spoke. "And I'm feeling heartbroken over someone who I honestly will never get to know." His eyes looked startled as if he was shocked and you imagined that maybe it was because he thought it was surprising to have feelings for someone you didn't know. "Wait, heartbroken?" He asked. You bit your lower lip, maybe you were talking too much, what if he started asking questions and you couldn't answer them. "Yeah, it's not really heartbreak, it's just, I'm a little hurt that all I am to him is... Something other then what I for some reason wanted to be." You tried to explain. "And what do you want to be with him?" He seemed curious and a little tense. You shrugged, even you didn't know exactly what you wanted, but definitely something other than an accomplishment. "I... I don't know, I thought I had a crush on him but... Maybe it's just physical and nothing else, he seemed pretty clear about it too, so I kind of have to put my head back in its place." You didn't want to talk about it anymore. "Do you have girl trouble?" You asked trying to change the subject of focus. He breathed in, looking at the notes and paper in front of him. "No." He answered simply, but you weren't satisfied with his answer. "So... No girlfriend or anyone you're interested in?" A part of you wanted to know out of curiosity and another, you have to admit, wanted to know because Jungkook was obviously someone you were interested in even if you had no intention of starting anything. "I have a person I have encounters with, but I might have disrupted things." He said in a low serious tone. It was something that also bothered him so you didn't ask any further, instead deciding to check your phone. You didn't know why you were disappointed when you saw there were no text messages from the stranger. "Hey, it's... Getting kinda late, I should get home." You said and he nodded, you put your things away in silence and got up smiling at him that still wore a straight line and dark eyes. "Y/N?" He called you when you turned your back. You didn't know why, but as soon as he said your name, all of the hairs in your body stood. A shiver went down your back and you felt like the air got trapped in your lungs. You whipped your head around, confused as to why the way he said your name made you feel so... Aroused. "Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked and you took a few seconds to compose yourself before you blinked a couple of times and shook your head. "Uhm..." You thought about your canceled meeting with the stranger. "No, I'm not, why?" You asked clutching the handle of your bag over your shoulder. "There is a party at the frat, I don't usually participate but, the others are being quite insistent. Is there a chance you might enjoy coming to keep me company?" He sounded so stern and professional as if it was a business proposal. You thought about having to go to a party when your head was just so filled with problematic thoughts on the stranger. But you remembered how Jungkook said he didn't feel comfortable around people and how with you it was different, the fact he was asking you to keep him company was endearing and you could honestly use a distraction. "Oh... I, yeah, sure, I'd love to." You smiled at him. "It's not an obligation, you can decline if you'd like." The way he said those words made you assume he was embarrassed.   "No, I'd really love to... Also, I have to pay you back somehow." You smiled. He tensed, his eyes bulging slightly. "Pay me back?" He seemed, scared? As if you had found out something you shouldn't have. "Yeah... For the tutoring?" He breathed out, nodding and avoiding your eyes. "Yeah, that, yes, I understand." He was uncomfortable. "I'll walk you home." He said in a monotone voice as he got up and walked past you. The walk was silent and when you said your goodbyes you gave him a weak smile. Soon, you were in your apartment with your phone in your hand. You looked at the unanswered texts and sighed, typing out a message. "We need to talk, let's schedule a meeting for next week." And you pressed send. For your surprise, not a minute later your phone rang. "Hello?" You answered. "Why not meet tomorrow?" He asked. And the sound of his voice made you close your eyes. "I can't, I have something tomorrow." You tried to make your voice as steady as possible. "And what is so important that you'd reschedule our meeting?" He sounded annoyed. You thought about what to say, in reality, you didn't have anything, you just didn't want to see him so soon. "I have a date." You lied, well, not entirely, you had agreed to go to the frat house party with Jungkook, but it wasn't necessarily a date. "I see... And may I know who with?" There was a hint of a smile to his voice and you felt your heart flutter all over again, his voice was enough to make you melt. "Jungkook." You said. You knew that he might get mad. But he was silent. "Ah, the boy you thought of while you came on my thigh." You slapped a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. "Sir!" You reprimanded. "What, am I wrong? Did the thought of him not help you cum?" He chuckled on the other side of the line. He seemed so carefree while speaking to you on the phone. "Maybe." You admitted shyly. "And what does Jungkook have that makes him special enough for you to cancel on me?" He seemed like he was enjoying himself. "Well... He's kind to me." You said. "I'm kind to you." He said in a soft voice. "You are, but... He's real. We talk and he's into Tarantino movies and I can also see his face and know his name." You admitted. "Hm... Real. Am I not real?" His voice was less humorous. "Sometimes It feels like you're not." You felt a lump in your throat. "All I hear is your voice and... Feel your touch." The other line was silent. "And I guess I want more." "Y/N..." He said your name in an almost disappointed way. "I know, it's not what we arranged but, just like sex is intimate for you... All the rest is for me too." You told him. "I know it's precipitated and maybe childish, but, I don't want to confuse things and Jungkook is something real, someone, that I can feel intimate without feeling like I'm screwing things up." The stranger was silent. "So, you want to call things off." He sounded utterly disappointed.   There was a tight pain in your chest. You didn't want to call things off, but it seemed like the right thing to do. "Yes... Sir. I do." You finally said and you heard him sigh. "I'll have my representative send you the contracts." He said with a strained voice. "Go to bed." "You're so demanding, mister business man." You tried to ease the mood. "How do you know I'm not in bed already?" "Your light is on." He said and you immediately sat up looking at your window. "Are you stalking me?" You asked feeling your heartbeat in your chest. You heard him chuckle on the other end. "I was in the neighborhood." He said. "Are you sure you didn't just miss me?" You teased him. "If I say I did, would that change anything?" And you bit your lower lip, feeling your heart beat so rapidly in your chest as you walked to your window. And there you could see a silhouette leaning against a dark car with a phone to his ear. "You wear normal clothes." You said trying to ignore his comment. "What did you expect me to wear?" He laughed on the other end. It was the longest conversation you ever had with him and it felt right, it felt as if you two were meant to talk all night. "A suit." You laughed. "Ah, I wear them sometimes, but they aren't actually comfortable." He admitted. "What If, I just ran down and walked to you?" You asked.   He was quiet for a few seconds and you could see him duck his head, even if you couldn't make out anything. "I'd get in the car and leave." And you wish it didn't hurt you as much as it did. "It wouldn't... Change anything." You finally answered his earlier question. He seemed to understand and was quiet. "I have to go now, I'll wait for the meeting, goodnight, Sir." You said with a sad voice. You heard him sigh and saw him bring his other hand up to his face. "Goodnight, sweetheart." And the lump in your throat only got thicker as you finished the call and watched him get in the back seat of the black car as it drove away.

blindfold (4)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

‒ blindfold. (m) ✎  [8k words]

genre: smut, nsfw, college!au, contract!au, light smut, and light fluff?

warnings: slight dry hump, angst, drinking. Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. A/N: Part four is here and all I have to say so far is thank you! Really, the love I’m getting or this is overwhelming and makes me so happy! We’re reaching the end folks, so please, spread this ff everywhere HAHAHAH Reblog, like and do not shy from sending me a message. Love you. (btw, sorry, no smut in this chapter)

part 1. part 2.  part 3. part 5. part 6. masterlist. 

The party was loud and full this time, the strobe lights blinking while a hard base kicked at your chest when you walked in the frat house. Everywhere you looked there were people dancing, drinking and making out. As you made your way through the crowd you looked around the poorly lit room for Jungkook, instead, you see another familiar face. You squeezed your way through the crowd and smiled. "Hey Joon!" You greeted him as he looked up from the cup he was pouring a drink into and smiled. "You're turning into a party girl, aren't you?" He teased and you laughed. "I guess my mom was right and Malia is actually starting to have a bad influence on me." You said and Namjoon's smile weakened. You took notice, looking around for your friend who would usually be right next to him. You wanted to ask but didn't want to make the mood drop. "So, have you seen Jungkook? I'm supposed to meet him." You said looking around again and Namjoon's brows furrowed. "I haven't seen him since last night. I don't even think he went to class." He informed you, and you couldn't help but feel a little worried. "But, he could be in his room, the stairs are off limits so there might be someone guarding it, but go ahead and tell them I gave you the password." You raised an eyebrow. "A password? What are you all, eight?" You laughed and he shrugged. "What is the password?" Namjoon looked down, his cheeks turning a little red. "It's Crabs, but not the kind of crabs you think, I'm totally not down for STD's." He tried to explain, but all you did was just laugh. As you spun around and made your way through the crowd yet again to go find Jungkook, to your dismay there actually was someone guarding the stairs, but it was probably the last person you wanted to see. What was worse though, wasn't that he was there, no, what was worse was that he had a girl with him, an arm around her waist. If you were being honest with yourself, it didn't bother you because it was him, after everything that had happened in these past weeks you were more than over Yoongi. But seeing someone you had spent so much time with looking at another girl the way he once looked at you hurt. You slowly made your way towards your ex, his eyes completely focused on the redhead girl beside him. You were slightly nervous, but, you stopped in front of him and cleared your throat. His head moved your way and the smile on his face died down as soon as he saw who was interrupting him. "Hi." You gave him a weak smile. "I want-" You started to ask to go upstairs but Yoongi interrupted you. "Y/N, this really isn't cool, I'm with someone." He clutched the girl's waist tighter bringing her body closer to his, she seemed a little bothered by the obvious display he was making out of her. "I can tell, but-" You tried to speak again, and he rolled his eyes and scoffed. "We're over, Y/N, you really have to wrap your head around that and stop coming after me." With that, you crossed your arms and opened your mouth in outrage. "I'm not here for you, Yoongi." You stated and he gave you a condescending look. "Really? Oh come on, give me a break, a month ago you thought we were getting back together." He argued. "A month ago. As I said, I'm not here for you." You argued back. "Sure, who are you here for then?" He asked now letting go of the pretty redhead and crossing his arms. You opened your mouth to answer but a familiar voice interrupted you. "She's here for me." You looked up at the top of the stairs and Yoongi's head whipped around to face the quiet boy that shared a frat house with him. Jungkook was still, both hands in his pockets as he looked down on Yoongi. You smiled at the boy, he was so hot it made you blush a little. Yoongi looked from him to you and then back to Jungkook. "Jeon? You're here for Jeon?" He sounded a little outraged. Jungkook slowly made his way down the stairs one step at a time in an almost intimidating way that made you want to curl up, his eyes never met Yoongi's. As he reached the last two steps he stopped and still wearing the dark glare and cold features he looked intently at Yoongi. "Is that a problem?" He asked in a dark voice that if you could see, would have probably made Yoongi shiver, just as you did. Yoongi scoffed again without answering and turned around to face you while he hugged the girl again, he wore an annoyed look on his face that made you shake your head. As Jungkook took the last two steps to stand next to you and walk into the party, you turned around ignoring Yoongi, bust as you took the first step into the crowd you heard Yoongi whisper. "Good luck with that fucking control freak." And laughed. The girl next to him now completely bothered by the boy's attitude. Jungkook stopped in his track, his jaw clenched and his body tensed, you looked back and saw the boy take a deep breathe and close his eyes. You saw as Jungkook turned around and walked in Yoongi's direction, for a moment you were alarmed, what was Jungkook going to do? He didn't seem like the type to fight, but the boy simply stood tall, inches away from your ex-boyfriend and the height difference and body structure compared to his, was enough to intimidate your ex. "If I hear you talk that way about her again you will meet a side of me that I'm not very fond of showing, then, when you do, my bodyguards who are in every corner of this house will try to pull me away from you with no success while my fist introduces itself repeatedly to your face. Are we clear on that?" He said very calmly and in a low voice. You were shocked. Not just because of the threat, but because you weren't sure if Jungkook was bluffing or actually telling the truth. Yoongi didn't seem to have the same debate, instead, you saw his Adam apple bop up then down again and your ex simply nodded. "Good," Jungkook answered and turned his back once again to the mint-haired boy while he walked up to you. "Come on, let's go." You obeyed. Following the quiet boy in the crowd as he made his way to the kitchen where you were last with Namjoon. You were still a little taken back by what had just happened. No one had ever defended you before and for some reason, Jungkook doing it made you feel fragile but also... Safe. It only added to the strong attraction you had for the boy and as you leaned against the kitchen counter biting on your lower lip nervously, Jungkook was pouring beer into two red solo cups in front of you. His jaw was still tensed, his body rigid. He seemed annoyed and the way the black long sleeved shirt hugged his body made you bite your lower lip harder. Jesus was he a masterpiece. When he looked at you and saw the worried and nervous look on your face his features softened, he walked to you and handed you one of the cups, leaning on the middle counter in front of you. "I'm sorry about that." He said and you looked down, feeling your cheeks burn. "Thank you." You said too flustered to look him in the eyes. "I never had someone defend me before." "You shouldn't need anyone to defend you, I'm sure you're capable of doing that on your own, I just really don't like the way he talks about you." He said and you assumed Yoongi had made similar comments on your behalf in the frat house before. You took a sip of your beer, holding onto the edge of the counter. "He's not wrong, though... I am a control freak." You said looking down. It was way past the days when you felt bad about it, but somehow, it still stung a little. "If you're a control freak, then what am I?" He asked and you looked up, he had a side smile on his face, his eyes still dark. "Every step of my day is planned, everything has to be done on time and has to be in the right place. I despise any kind of disrupting in my schedule." He told you. You smiled, now you understood why you two related so well and it felt good to have someone understand you. "I'm pretty much the same, I actually change my toothbrush every 3 months and if they don't have the brand I use, I go around town to look for it." You laughed and Jungkook chuckled. "But, being spontaneous isn't all that bad either. I have had good things come from it." You admitted. "Like what?" And his question felt heavy. You took another sip from your drink feeling your throat dry. "I-I mean... You." You looked down again biting on your lower lip. Jungkook was quiet. You looked at him, and he was wearing the serious face that he always did, showing no emotion. "I-If it wasn't for you I wouldn't understand class a-and come to this party, and w-we're friends, and we talk, I l-like your company." You tried to explain yourself. "I like your company too." He said and looked down, something lingering in his eyes, something that resembled sadness. "Are your bodyguards on duty all day?" You tried to change the subject downing your drink and putting it down on the counter. Jungkook looked up a softer look on his face. "Oh, they're usually off duty, I lied." And he smiled making you laugh. "But, I can call them, it's no trouble, barely an inconvenience." And that made you laugh harder. Seeing this funny side to Jungkook made you want to smile and never stop. "I can't see why you'd need bodyguards, with that body I'd say you could take care of yourself." It took you a second to realize what you had said and Jungkook's raised a brow, a different look in his eyes. You were clearly already tipsy and weren't thinking straight with this lean, strong, freaking hot boy with this tight shirt and sharp jaw in front of you. "That body, huh?" He asked and you looked to the side, feeling the heat in your face. "And what does that mean?" "W-well..." You stuttered. "I mean, you're, you know... Strong and... Fit." You tried to keep a straight face while saying that. Jungkook only seemed to enjoy the way you were struggling with your words. "Fit?" He asked. "Y-yeah, muscular a-and I'm sure you have a six-pack." You blurted out, your eyes bulging slightly. "I mean! N-not that it has an influence on being able to defend yourself, although it might because when you have a strong core you have better balance a-and, just like in ballet it makes your movements stronger..." You looked at the floor putting a hand against your forehead clearly feeling stupid for babbling and making a fool out of yourself. "Would you like to see it?" He asked and you shot your head up, your face now fully red, you were sure. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. Jungkook laughed, a whole body laugh that made his shoulders bounce. You squinted at him, he was making fun of you, but soon you smiled and laughed with him. "I'm sorry, it's just nice to see you get all flustered, it's quite cute." He took the cup up to his lips, but never took his eyes off you. Was he... Flirting? You licked your dry lips and his eyes followed the movement, the darkness returning to his pupils with something else with it. "Would you like another drink?" He asked in a husky tone that made all the hairs in your body stand. You nodded gently, unable to speak. Jungkook took two steps towards you, stopping mere inches away from your body and you held your breath, the closeness making your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He never tore his gaze away from you as he took your cup and extended his hand behind you, making his body almost touch yours while he grabbed another bottle of beer and poured the liquid into the red cup. There was a weird feeling about it, it was as if you belonged to him and your body reacted to every little thing he did. He put the bottle down next to you then lifted the cup to your face, you bit on your lower lip to hold back a whimper from him being so close. Jungkook's eyes caught on the movement, and time seemed to still, his pupils blew wide. The danger in his eyes was so explicit, almost as if he was familiar with seeing your body react making the air feel thick around you both. Everything came crashing down when you two were interrupted by a loud drunk voice. "Wow! Look at that! Jungkookie and Y/N getting up close and personal!" Hoseok laughed while he and Jimin came into the kitchen. Jungkook's jaw clenched, the air leaving his nose in a hasty manner. He took a step back, leaning against the middle counter once again. You felt cold now, even if his body wasn't touching yours it was like it was emanating warmth and you yearned for him to come back. "Hi, Hobi, hey, Jimin." You said with a shy voice. "Hey, Y/N, how was your date with Taehyung?" Jimin asked while he poured a drink into his cup. You bit your lower lip, eyeing Jungkook, that put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head at Jimin. "I-It was nice, b-but we decided to just be friends." You said more in a rush then you expected, for some reason there was a huge part of that that wanted to reassure Jungkook that you weren't seeing anyone else. "That's why he was so upset, makes sense, I get it, you're freaking hot," Hoseok said is his drunk demeanor. You blushed, the way he spoke so bluntly about it made you shy. "Dude, look at Kookie, he's not liking you prying on his girl like that." Jimin laughed elbowing Hoseok. You waited for Jungkook to correct them, for him to protest, but he was silent, a serious and very not friendly look on his face. Jimin and Hoseok also went silent when they noticed Jungkook didn't seem to find it funny at all. They both shrugged and said goodbye before going back into the party. You both stayed silent for a while, you were looking at the floor too embarrassed to look up at him. "You wanna get out of here?" Jungkook's voice made you look up. You blinked a couple of times, opening your mouth to say that his room was here, but, looking at his face and how uncomfortable he was only made you shut it. "Yeah, I do." You answered, and he grabbed a bottle of vodka and took you by the hand, guiding you out the door. His hand was warm and firm, it felt so right as if you had held it a thousand times. The two of you walked down the sidewalk for a couple of minutes in silence, it was nice. Jungkook would take a sip from the bottle and pass it on to you. It was a few minutes later that you felt a shiver roll down your body because of the wind, or maybe the vodka. He noticed. "Are you cold?" His voice sent another shiver down you. You nodded. Jungkook stopped walking, looking around, it was when he noticed a Walmart store right at the end of the block that he looked at you. "Come on." He said and you followed. You both got in and it took you a while to understand what he was doing until he stopped in front of a coat rack, asserting through the many jackets and hoodies. "Jungkook... What... You don't need to..." You started to protest. "What?" He asked without even looking at you. "What size are you?" He was a little drunk and fuck, did that only make him look even more gorgeous. His hair a little messy, his cheeks slightly flushed and his lips a little swollen, he was a god. "Jungkook, I have money... A lot actually." You stated in your own drunk haze. He didn't even react, didn't seem to care at all. "I want to buy it for you." He said and took out a black plain hoodie putting it against your body and observing. It was big enough that it stopped mid tight and you were wearing a dress, so it looked as if you were wearing nothing underneath. He wanted to buy it for you and the way he had said it made you blush and accept without a word. "Perfect." He said and smiled, a lazy drunken one that had your heart fluttering. "What about you? Aren't you cold?" You asked and he shook his head. "Oh, come on, at least buy one to match with me." You said taking another black one off the rack. "Please?" The way he looked at you made you swallow hard. "Ok." He said simply, and he took the hoodie, turning his back and walking towards the register. As you both waited in line you looked at the oversized hoodie, a pout forming on your lips with how plain it was, he looked back quirking an eyebrow. "What is it?" "It's so plain." You said and he chuckled. Jungkook looked around an saw a kids painting kit, four different colors, a crayon set and a coloring pad. He took it and put it on the runner in front of the cashier. "We can personalize it." He said and you couldn't help but smile. He paid with a black card, and you wondered exactly how much money he had. As you both made your way out of the store, two black plain oversized hoodies and a coloring kit you wondered if it was safe for him to walk alone being someone with so much money. "Hey..." You started. "Is it safe for you to walk on your own?" You didn't want to intrude, but it was a question that you just needed to ask. He hummed, already understanding your concerns. Looking up at you there was a devious smirk on his lips, one that had you wanting to squirm. And he nodded towards the road, a little behind you both. Your eyes followed and you noticed the black car with dark windows driving slowly a little far back. Your mouth opened in awe. "Technically, there isn't any true danger." He started saying as he walked slowly towards you, the vodka bottle in his hand swaying beside his body. "But, they don't care, they follow me around." He shrugged. You nodded, pursing your lips. Silence installed again, and you felt a need to change that, as you both walked you saw a park a little ahead, smiling and walking a little faster towards it. You didn't look back as you made your way towards a children's swing, sitting down and now watching Jungkook walk lazily towards you. "Push me, Kookie." You teased, and he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he put the bag down onto a pick nick table along with the bottle. Jungkook slowly made his way behind you, everything he did was always so tense and you wondered if it was because you were into him. Two hands touched your lower back, you closed your eyes, goosebumps covering your skin. His hands lingered there for a while before he slowly pushed you, your body swaying forward on the seat. "So..." He started. "You went on a date with Taehyung." There was a loud thump in your chest, why was he asking? Was he jealous? "Y-yeah, last Friday." Your voice was low. "But it wasn't for me." You finished. "Why did you go then?" He asked, a seriousness to it. You shrugged. "I wanted to explore my options I guess, but I had my head wrapped around someone else." You admitted. Jungkook hummed, you imagined he was nodding. "Did you kiss him?" And you put both feet on the ground, stopping the swing as you turned your head back to look at him. "No." You answered. Jungkook eyes never left yours, there was so much weight in them and you just couldn't understand why, it was as if he was possessive, but at the same time sad. Angsty. "I don't want to kiss him either." You reassured. He looked away for the first time, biting on his lower lip nervously. Your body shivered again and you coiled. His head whipped towards you and he took in your form. "Come sit, you're shaking." He said, his voice a lot lower now. You got up from the swing, sitting across from him in the pick nick table. He took out the hoodies and you put it on, the fabric soft and warm against your skin, Jungkook did the same, only, it fit him perfectly. You took the bottle and took a long take from it, the vodka burning down your throat as you cringed. "Have you ever dated?" You asked him, and he took the bottle, drinking with you. "Ah..." He chucked. "Yes, I have, once." He had this gentle smile on his face, one that made you want to kiss him. "We met in high school, lasted right up until I entered college. " He stated. "So, one year?" You joked, and he laughed, a little more than he would if he were sober. "Yep, the whole one year of High School." The conversation flowed between you two as you both got drunk in the park. You found yourself sitting on the grass, leaning against the pick nick table seat. "Then when she found out I was a virgin she made me promise I'd only have sex after marriage." You were telling him about a story with your mother. "Wow, your mom seems very... Conservative." He was now comfortable and relaxed beside you, the bottle now halfway through. "Well, my father left when I was very young, so instead of losing her mind and falling into a hole of depression, she kind of made these rules. Everything had to be perfect, everything was planned out, even my sleepovers at friends hose in middle school." You told him. "It wasn't all that bad, though, it thought me to be organized and safe." "There is nothing wrong with safe." He said. You smiled and nodded, looking down to the hoodie that kept you warm. "Jungkook, we didn't customize our hoodies." You said with a very disappointed voice. He didn't answer, instead, he pulled the bag from the table and let it fall onto his lap. "Here you go, child, have fun." He said giving the kit to you and laughing. You gave him your tongue, opening the package and going for the paint while Jungkook grabbed the pad and a black crayon. "What if I did yours and you did mine?" You asked looking at his hoodie. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine?" He quirked an eyebrow. You blushed, tapping him on the shoulder, and he opened his arms leaning his head back on the wood. "Go ahead." He said simply. You were drunk, you wouldn't deny that, but you were also very much aware. In a brave move, you shifted, straddling his legs and sitting on them. Jungkook's eyes shot open, looking at your choice of seat and his eyes grew darker. You opened the red pain, biting on your lower lip and trying to ignore his very intense stair. As you drew a very cricked heart with your fingers, you went pack and dipped it in the pain, then back to the fabric. "How come this set doesn't come with a brush?" It was more of a rhetorical question. "Because they want you to make a mess." He said, the velvet and sensual tone to his words. And you looked up at him, the familiarity to his voice making you furrow your brows, you brushed it off resuming your very bad painting skills on the boy's hoodie. As your fingers pressed into the fabric, you felt his toned chest underneath it. Hard and firm. Your mouth went dry, you really wanted to put your hands under his clothes. When you were finished you had a paint dirty hand and a drawing on his shirt. It was a red heart with a blue cookie painted inside of it. There was no other color than red, green blue and yellow. "I'm done!" You stated with happiness. He looked down, a soft smile on his lips. "This is a masterpiece." "Oh, shut up..." You giggled. "Your turn." You moved to get out of his lap, but his hands met your waist, keeping you firmly in place. You let out a small gasp, his hands grabbing tighter on your waist and pulling you closer to him. "There, that's better to reach." He said. You were hot, your whole body, you were almost completely seated on his lap, and you could feel his tones thighs underneath you, it took everything in you to not move your hips or whine. As Jungkook slowly maneuvered his hand on top of the fabric and into the sets of paint you held your breath, his movements were slow and careful, his hand never touching your body, just the fabric. He never looked at you until he was finished, eyes flicking up to see the glossy way your hooded eyes watched him. It could either be from your drunken state or the very perceivable arousal. "What do you think?" He asked and you finally looked down. There was a flower, the way he had used the colors had turned it into purple and pink, it was so well painted that it made you open your mouth, it was beautiful. "Jungkook..." You looked at him, there was a shy glint in his eyes. "Is there anything you can't do?" You asked and he chuckled underneath you. "You should paint for my thesis." You suggested and his eyebrows raised. "I could sketch you." He said as he grabbed the black crayon again and the pad. "Oh, no, I don't know how to pose." You said shyly and he shook his head. "Nonsense, you look beautiful just like that, don't move." He said and his hand started moving over the blank page. As he moved his hand you bit your lower lip feeling your cheeks grow hot an red, you were shy, so you looked away. "Hey, I said don't move." He chuckled. "I'm shy, I don't feel like I'm a good model." Your voice was almost a whisper. "You really look cute when you're shy." He gave you a side smile, one that made you even shyer as you tried hiding your face in your palms but made your heart flutter and beat violently in your chest. "Hey, come on, little muse, let me finish, I'm almost done." He said as he pulled your hands away from your face. You allowed him to finish his sketch, your cheeks certainly a dark hue of red. When he finished he looked at it, a tender look in his eyes. "Can I see it?" You asked and he shook his head. "What, why not?" "I want it just for myself." He stated and that made your heart thump in your chest. "But, I'm the model, I'd like to see." You argued. He shook his head again. In a childish, but excused drunk way, you tried taking the pad away from him to see, but his reflexes were sharp even drunk, and he pulled away. You opened your mouth to protest, but he threw the pad over the table and rested both hands on your hips. "There, now you'll have to get up to see it." He laughed a hot, warm and comfortable laugh that you wanted to hear forever. You threatened to get up, but he held you down firmly on his lap, the way his hands gripped on the side of your body, made you gently roll your hips. "Fuck..." He cursed under his breath. It sent a hard wave of arousal through your body. Jungkook looked at where you were seated, only a few inches away from where you would make him feel good and you slowly inched up on top of his center, your need already taking the best of you. Jungkook gulped, you watched as his Adam apple bopped up and down, and he was suddenly looking at you, taking in your lust struck features. "Beautiful..." He whispered is a raspy voice. And you involuntarily rolled your hips again, this time feeling the way he started to harden under you with a low groan. You whined a little louder when you felt him, resting both hands on his shoulders and clutching the fabric under your nails. The sound of your whine only served as fuel to him as he pulled your hips to grind over him again, there was a hard sting of pleasure that shot right into your core, you felt yourself get wetter and wetter under your lace white underwear and Jungkook certainly noticed. "You're making a mess, beautiful." He said in a low voice. It almost made you cum, it was so familiar. "If you keep grinding on my cock like that, you're gonna make me lose it, sweetheart." And you stilled. Every inch of your body felt cold, even under the hoodie. Your heart suddenly beating fast in your chest, a cold wave going up your spine. He didn't seem to notice, no, he was too drunk, his head too clouded with arousal and while you were still seated on top of him he just looked down at where your bodies almost connected. "W-what did you call me?" You asked, and he looked up, his eyes drowning in lust. "Sweetheart." He said and there it was again. The cold going down your body. No, it couldn't be. No, no, it was your head playing tricks on you. You must just miss him, no, this wasn't real. "S-say it again, please?" You asked in a weak voice. He didn't take it as anything other than lust. "Do you like it when I call you sweetheart?" It was him. You closed your mouth looking at Jungkook, looking straight into his eyes, taking in every single detail of his face, of his smile and it all made sense. The way you felt like you knew him, the way he seemed familiar, the way your body reacted to him. His interest in you, his awkwardness in the beginning. 'I have trouble looking people in the eyes and talking to them.' You recalled him say, that was why he needed the blindfold, That was why he didn't let you take it off, yet... Here he was, fooling around with you with no care in the world. You were shocked and in a fast swift mood, you got up but didn't have a tight hold on your body so you fell beside him, accidentally hitting the bottle of Vodka on top of the seat and it tilted over you, wetting your hoodie and making you gasp in cold. Jungkook acted quickly, taking the bottle and stopping it from pouring even more. "Shit, are you ok?" He asked as he got up and extended a hand towards you. You took it, getting up and trying to dry out the very large wet spot that made the paint smudge all over. You were sad, you were hurt... You couldn't think straight. "Take it off, I'll give you mine." You were just moving, you couldn't look at him, you were ashamed and upset, there was also a part of you that was glad and relieved, but you needed to organize your thoughts. When the hoodie made it's way past your head you watched Jungkook tug his hoodie off, his shirt underneath riding up and exposing his very strong V line and the beginning of his abs, ones you've touched before. You shook your head, how could you be thinking such a thing right now? He finished taking it off and looked at you, now noticing how serious you were. "Here." He said, extending his hoodie to you. You took it without looking at him and put it on, the strong scent of his cologne invading your nostrils and it smelled exactly like him. The Stranger, you closed your eyes, taking in the smell, tight pain in your chest. 'Intimacy.' His voice came into your head, he didn't want to fuck you because of intimacy. He didn't see intimacy with you, not as the stranger and not as Jungkook and the reality just started hitting you hard. "Is everything ok?" He asked and you finally looked into his eyes. His eyes. These eyes. The eyes you wished you could see before but he didn't allow you to. Why did he approach you out of all people? Why did he offer to tutor you even after the sessions? Why did he ask you to go with him to the party, even if you canceled on him afterward? "I think I want to go home." You said and there was something different in his eyes, he looked insecure, self-conscious. "Ok." He said, grabbing the ruined hoodie and putting one hand in his pocket. "I'll take you." You said nothing, instead watched as he grabbed his phone and texted someone. Soon the black car that followed you both pulled up in front of the small park. You followed Jungkook as he opened the door for you and allowed you to slide in, coming in right after. He didn't say anything to the driver, it wasn't the same one that usually took you to your meetings, nor was it the same car, but it was all settling in. You both were silent in the car, the strong scent from his cologne and the alcohol swimming in the small confined space of the car. As the driver slowly approached your apartment complex, Jungkook finally spoke. "I'm sorry if I did something to make you uncomfortable, I know it's no excuse, but, I'm drunk." He said, and somehow that only made things worse. You nodded. "I'm just tired, don't worry." You lied. And you knew he caught on, even if he said nothing to argue. As the car stopped you lingered in the back for a while, you feared that if you left, this was the last you'd see of him, and now knowing what you knew, all your feelings came crashing down on you. You were madly in love with him, with the quiet, sweet but serious boy and with the demanding, stern stranger. The fact that they were both the same person make matters worse. "Goodnight, Jungkook." You said before opening the door and hopping off, making your way in long strides to your empty apartment. As you got in, you pealed the hoodie off, the air in your lungs coming out all at once as you felt your heart beat angry in your chest. Why? Was all you could ask yourself. Why didn't he tell you? How could he? But at the same time, you knew why. He had social anxiety. Everything had a very good and plausible explanation. You threw the hoodie on the floor of your bedroom and sat on your bed, in the dark. Trying to calm yourself down. It took you a good ten minutes before the urge of crying left you, now organizing your thoughts. Jungkook was The Stranger. Ok, that was settled, and even if it was something as simple as a pet name, it was all the other pieces that started to fit that made it make sense. How had he chosen you? You had two theories, one. He either saw you at the frat house and felt interested in you or two, he saw you on campus and felt interested. That still didn't explain why you specifically, why not Malia or any other girl that could have made their way into the frat or campus had been chosen. Why had he decided to tutor you if there was a chance you'd recognize him? Or ask you to the party? Those where the questions that you didn't have answered to. But the question that you wanted to be answered the most was... Did he want you just for fun? Or did he want you for you? You shook your head, sighing out loud as you felt it start to throb, your body stilled for the second time when you heard your phone vibrating on the floor. You let your body fall to the floor, crawling towards the sound, and when you took it in your hands and looked at the caller, your heart started beating violently in your chest.

'Unknown caller' You knew it was him. Just like you always knew. You got up, without answering the call and walked towards your window, being careful not to move the blinds, and when you peaked, there he was, standing against the car, phone to his ear. He was still in the dark, but this time, you could make out his features perfectly. "Fuck..." You cursed desperately. You were tempted to answer, you were so torn. But this time, you muted your phone and watched it ring until it stopped, him taking the phone away from his ear and looking up to the window. He shook his head and put the phone inside his pocket before getting in the same car that got you here and driving away. You woke up feeling like you could die. Not only were you hungover, but you were emotionally shaken. You checked your phone and your heart hurt in your chest when you saw the number of texts you had. Unknown Number. I called you last night. Unknown Number. Should we settle a date for you to meet up with my representative? Unknown Number. I really wish you'd call me back, or answer my texts. Jungkook. Sorry if I did anything last night, I got carried away. Jungkook. I hope you slept well. Jungkook. I'm really sorry, I feel like I did something wrong. Jungkook. Text me back when you can. Please. You whined and buried your face in your pillow. You didn't have the strength to deal with this, not today. You decided on not getting out of bed, you occasionally got up to either go to the bathroom or grab junk food from the kitchen, and Malia was sure not to ask questions when she saw the look on your face as you made your way back to your room. You turned off your phone and stayed in bed, putting your earphones on and binge-watching a TV show on Netflix. Anything to get your mind off things. You did the same things the day after, Malia now making you cupped ramen to at least feed you something other than cookies and crackers. She still avoided asking questions, but you knew soon that peace would go away. It wasn't until Thursday came and you woke up so late for the fourth time and you decided to skip class again that Malia decided to do the last thing you wanted her to do. She knocked on your door and you just grunted. "Hey..." She said while she opened the door slowly. "There is someone at the door for you." She said and you sighed, getting up and wondering who it was, as you slipped on your flip-flops and put on a cardigan, you walked to the door and opened it, only to feel your heart up in your throat. "Jungkook." You said his name in a weak whisper. He was standing in a gray hoodie and dark jeans, his hair messy and his face slightly flushed. "Hey..." He said in a nervous voice. So different from the Stranger behind the blindfold. His hand was in his pocket and in the other he held a bag. He looked down, it was as if he was struggling to say something. "Look..." He started and you bit your lower lip, holding your body. "I don't know what I did that might have fucked this up..." He started and you felt a lump in your throat. "But, I just wanted to apologize. And if you don't want to speak to me again, I understand. I don't know what's bothering you... I wish I did, so I can help, but since I don't, all I can say is... You need to get up. You need to come back to class, nothing is worth putting away all your hard work and dedication you have this far." Your heart swelled. The tenderness and care in his words made you want to close the small space between you two and hug him, tight. Tell him how you felt, tell him he didn't need to hide from you. But just like him, you were insecure. So you nodded, he shook his head, clearly accepting defeat, and he handed you the bag. "Here, I thought you should keep this." He said and you took it. His hand made it's way back into his pockets like he always did. "Thanks," You said as you looked down. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him, you just weren't ready to accept that he didn't want you as anything other than a contract. A session. Maybe a fun thing now and then. He nodded your way and turned his back walking down the hall looking utterly disappointed. You closed the door and rested your forehead on the cold wood, sighing. You decided to look at what was in the bag and as you pulled out the black thick fabric you saw the flower. He had painted it again, this time in so much detail. It was stunning and you couldn't help but feel special. As you pulled it open you looked at it for way too long, tears started streaming down your eyes slowly. "Y/N?" You heard Malia call, but didn't look back, instead, you held the hoodie close to your chest and allowed yourself to sob for the first time since Friday. Malia silently wrapped her arms around you, you both slowly slid down to the floor, and you don't know how long you both were there, you in the arms of your best friends as she silently comforted you. When you calmed down, she pulled away wiping the wetness from your face and brushing the hair away. "Listen, I was quiet for a while because I saw that you needed space, but, I really need to know what's happening, so I can help." She started and you felt like you could cry all over again. "I can't stand to see you like this." You took in a deep breath and decided to tell her everything. While you told her, she helped you walk to the couch, and she listened without interrupting, when you told her everything, you rubbed your face tiredly. "So, it was Jungkook the whole time... But isn't that a good thing? You're clearly into him." She said. "That's the problem, the last time we had our... Thing... He said that sex required intimacy and it's not even about the sex, it's about him not seeing me as someone he could have intimacy with, just... You know, a name on a contract." "Oh, please Y/N you can't be that dense." She said and you furrowed your eyebrows at the offense. She noticed your confusion. "It's so fucking clear that he likes you, and not in just a Christian Grey gets a kinky girl to slap kind of way." She started. "He's asked you to spend more time with him with the tutoring, that was so obvious, and the way he looks at you? Like he could crumble at any second, or like you hold all his power." She continued. "Also, Namjoon told me that he asked about you several times, he saw him sneak into Yoongi's room and steal that body wash you left at the dorm." You put a hand over your mouth. The body wash. Of course, it wasn't a coincidence at all. "And this?" She said while she took the hoodie into her hands and looked at it. "This isn't something that someone who has no intention of getting real with you does, no guy, not even quiet app boy Jungkook." You closed your eyes, you really wanted to believe everything Malia was telling you, but you couldn't be sure without actually hearing it from him. "I need him to tell me, Malia, yes, with all my control freak ways and methodical head, I need him to tell me, I can't live with a 'maybe', I need to be sure." You told her and she nodded. "When did you say you two were meeting to sign the papers?" She asked. "I didn't, I still have to schedule it." You said with a sad voice. "Text him, say you want another session, one last time before you sign off, confront him, and if he doesn't give you what you want, you bail." She said. It wasn't the best of ideas, but it was something, It was a way to corner him and make him give you the truth, one way or the other. You got up and grabbed your phone, turning it on and hearing the notification bell go off as your phone was spammed with texts and missed calls. Malia did a face. "He's whipped." She said. You didn't even read the texts, instead, you clicked on 'Unknown Number' and started typing. "Can we meet one last time before it's over?" The reply came faster than you expected. "Yes, tomorrow. Same room, same time, looking forward to seeing you." And you now had a meeting with The Stranger. No... Now you had a meeting with Jungkook.

I’m thinking about doing a Q&A about ‘Blindfold’. The Universe itself, and any questions anyone might have regarding writing it and plot. So, send in your questions if you’d like! 

blindfold (5)

Jeon Jungkook x reader

‒ blindfold. (m) ✎  [9k words]

genre: smut, nsfw, college!au, contract!au, light smut, and light fluff?

warnings: smut, oral, fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, full body orgasm, dry humping, angst Strange things happen all the time, just like what you’re being offered by a strange tall man in a quiet coffee shop near campus. Strangers that you can’t see and only hear, and a strange boy that barely speaks but seems to be everywhere aren’t that common, on the other hand. But for some reason... You’re really keen on strange things. A/N: So, I wrote this dying of sleep, not going to lie. It’s more of a filler chapter than anything else before the last part next week. This tells the story from Jungkook’s POV, most scenes are the same, but slightly different, actually, a lot different. So, don’t refrain from reading even if it seems the same. Also, there might be a few errors so, please, don’t judge me HAHAHAHAH I’ll fix them all when I wake up. Please enjoy, have fun, and don’t refrain from reblogging, liking and sending me messages. Ok. 

part 1. part 2.  part 3. part 4. part 6. masterlist. 

Three months ago. Jungkook’s Point of View.  The first time I saw her was when I was pledging for the fraternity. She had swollen eyes, hair waving while she walked down the stairs. All I could think of was, “Why is this beautiful girl crying.” And when my eyes wandered further up, I saw the boy leaned against the stairs, no bother whatsoever on his face, just a calm look of relief. She didn’t see me, I don’t think she was paying attention to anything to be completely honest. All I know is that my eyes followed her out the front door, the smell that followed of a light Vanilla.  “Sorry about that, but so, what do you think?” Namjoon, the leader of the fraternity, was in front of me, still trying to convince me to pledge. I looked out the door again and back up at the boy.  “I’ll stay.” Was all I said, no emotion to my voice.  The second time I saw her was at a party about a month after that at another fraternity. I was forcing myself to interact with people just like my psychologist had recommended, but my anxiety was already giving in. It wasn’t until I saw her seated outside on the bench, body struggling to stay up from how drunk she was, that I saw myself walking. First, I just stood behind her, she was counting something and I was curious; she heard me shuffle on the grass and turned her head. She smiled, a drunken and sweet smile.  “Hello, stranger.” She tried to speak.  I couldn’t answer her, I couldn’t look her in those lidded drunken eyes. So I was quiet. She still noticed.  “Are you drunk too? I know, I kind of drank on an empty stomach because I skipped lunch today to watch a lecture.” She continued speaking. “It wasn’t on my schedule and neither was this party, but I think I might have lost track of things a little.” She looked forward again. Involuntarily, I walked a little more and sat down beside her.  “I’m Y/N, by the way, who are you?” She asked. Biting on my lower lip, I looked down at my feet, closing my eyes, I could smell her, she smelled of alcohol and Vanilla.  “I’m nobody,” I answered her, heart beating loud in my chest.  “That’s an odd name to give a child.” She said in a serious tone and I chuckled. I even surprised myself. Looking up, I finally took in all of her.  The way her lips were slightly swollen, her eyes shining and hazy because of the alcohol. Her cheeks flushed and her hair falling onto her shoulder.  “I’m really drunk, nobody.”  It was noticeable, and a sudden worry came over me.  “How are you getting home?” I asked, and she looked at me, eyes meeting.  I swallowed hard but didn’t look away.  “I’m waiting for my friend, she’s inside making out with someone, so I have to wait, I’m too drunk to walk.” She pointed into the frat house.  “I’ll take you home.” I offered and she bit on her lower lip.  It came like a punch to my gut, the sudden urge to watch her whimper, squirm and moan beneath me. I couldn’t really make sense of it, but it was here.  “I don’t really know you.” She stated, and I nodded, looking away for the first time.  She took my silence as an ‘ok’ and we both went quiet for a while.  “But I’m really tired, so...” She started and I pulled out my phone, texting Seokjin, my head of security, lawyer and counselor. “Can you take me home?” She asked in a low, innocent voice.  I felt all the hairs in my body stand, all at once, her voice, the way she had looked when she asked, I could feel my body going hot, I really wanted this girl.  We waited in silence for the car to pull up. They were always around, so it didn’t take long.  “Oh, you must have called a fancy Uber, that wasn’t necessary.” We both got up and when she took the first step she tripped, body coming straight into mine and on impulse I held her up, arms wrapped around her body. She looked up at me, eyes unable to focus.  “I’m so sorry.” She said, and I saw as her eyes got heavier, closing while she remained in my arms.  “Fuck.” I cursed when I noticed she had fallen asleep. My security came out of the car, and I raised a hand, stopping him from coming further. “I got her.”  Wrapping a hand under her knees, I picked her up in my arms, her purse dangling down as I made my way to the car.  I sat her down at the edge, closing the door and going around to open the other side.  “Where are we going to, Sir?” He asked, and I went quiet. She never gave me her address.  I grabbed her purse and searched for her phone, quickly noticing it didn’t have a code I just tapped on the navigation app and saw the saved addresses, one was titled “Home” and it was near the Frat so I gave out that one, I knew it was invasive, and looking at her sleeping form before deciding to go through her phone, I clicked on the calendar app. She was very organized, almost as organized as I was, she had even put in an entry on the lunch she had missed, deciding to not go through her pictures to maintain her privacy I looked at the apps she had, no dating apps, no games, no social media, it was mostly organizing apps, calculator, texts and notes. As the car drove off, her body moved and fell to the side, her head resting on my lap, and she made herself comfortable. My body tensed, I hadn’t been this close to another female in a while, but for some reason I didn’t want her to get up, to move, I wanted her there. The whole way to her address I looked down at her, she looked peaceful, she was so beautiful and I could smell the Vanilla stronger, it was a perfect smell for her. Y/N... That was her name. When the car stopped, I lingered for a while, watching her on my lap, I could never have a girl like this wanting me, I could never be able to look her in the eyes and tell her how beautiful she was. No, all I could ever do is watch from afar, but I felt somewhat comfortable with her.  “Y/N...” I called out her name. It felt like I’ve always known it. She didn’t move. Lifting my hand, I slowly touched her head, fingers gently coming down to brush her hair. She whimpered into the touch, body moving slightly, and I pulled my hand away. “Y/N, we’re here,” I said, and she blinked her eyes, sitting up slowly and looking around.  Saying nothing, she grabbed her purse and opened the door, I quickly took her phone and texted myself before deleting the text.  “Hey, your phone,” I said, and she whipped her head back, not looking at me and grabbing the item from my hand before getting out and shutting it.  I watched as she made her way into her building on struggling legs, disappearing from my sight moments after.  The third time, I didn’t really see her, but heard about her.  It was at the frat house; I had come down to grab some coffee and go back to my room when I heard her name.  “But Y/N was ok, I guess.” I heard the voice say, and I slowly made my way to the living room watching Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi drinking beers and talking. “I mean, I know that I was good for her.” He stated condescendingly.  I scoffed, rolling my eyes and the three heads whipped in my direction.  “Jungkook! Hey, join us.” Hoseok said, and I shook my head.  “Whatever you say, kid, I’m just here giving tips on how to make girls go crazy,” Yoongi smirked at the boys who laughed.  “Oh? And how exactly do you do that?” Yes, I was irritated. No, I didn’t know why.   “I fuck them hard.” Was all he said, and I took a few steps in, taking a sip from my coffee.  Let me be clear about one thing. I was no virgin, quite the contrary, I had been with my fair share of women, but I had one obsession and that was... Making women cum. I had two different women in the past that I solely saw to make them cum, nothing more, I usually got off to just that and I was satisfied. So, I knew what women felt like, sounded like, and looked like when they came.  “So, when these women cum...” I started and Jimin and Hoseok looked at each other, finding my sudden interest strange. “How do you notice?”  “They moan.” Yoongi said with ‘duh’ look on his face.  My eyebrows shot up. This was indeed amusing.  “Oh, and that’s it?” I asked, and the boy was quiet.  “Y/N used to scream when she came.” He lifted an eyebrow.  The sudden mention of her name made things slightly differently.  “Only screamed?” I asked again.  “Well, yeah, what else would she do?” He asked, irritated, and it was my turn to smirk. Something foreign to me.  “They shake. They clench. They choke on their moans, body convulsing and back arching, their eyes roll back and their mouths open, they squeeze so hard and get wetter and wetter. You can hear their heartbeat increase, you can see the flush on their cheeks, that... That is what else they’re supposed to do.” I finished. Jimin’s and Hoseok's mouths were slack and Yoongi’s looked irritated. “It’s quite an art, you should try it sometime.” I said before taking another sip of my coffee and walking away, back into my room.  I felt suddenly turned on, the idea of making her do all those things ― cumming ― for me, just for me. It was... It was tempting and was making me a lot more turned on than I expected.  The fourth time I saw her was one day before I couldn’t really take it any longer, I had to have her. She was in line a coffee shop, I stood right behind her, she looked back but never lingered, ‘she didn’t recognize me.’ I said to myself. No, she was too drunk that night to remember who I was, but she was here and I was so close to her again. Leaning in a little, I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. ‘Shit’ I cursed mentally, ‘Why can’t you stop being a pussy for once?’ I asked myself. As soon as her smell lingered around me I found myself immediately turned on. It wasn’t just the smell, it was what I associated it with. I wanted her, I needed her. Fuck, I would go wild if I couldn’t touch her. As we made our way down the line, she ordered her coffee and walked away, I was left trying to control my breathing as I got my phone.  “Seokjin, we need to talk.” Was all I said as I made my way out the door and looked for her, just seeing the back of her body walking away from me.  I soon realized that the vanilla was from a body wash when I saw Yoongi leave with it lingering on him. I would not allow him to smell like her, no. So I stole the bottle she most likely forgot there. I didn’t like him, not one bit. At every given opportunity he was telling others how annoying she was annoying, how she was a control freak. I for one didn’t want her name even to leave his lips and found myself glaring at him or scoffing. She deserved better; she deserved to be treated like a queen, and I was going to give her that. My way. 

I knew there was a big chance she’d say no.  But it was the only way I could do it. It was the only way I thought of persuading her, and the only way I could do it without feeling anxious.  “So, how did it go?” I looked back at Seokjin while he sat down in front of me in my office. He looked down, clearly upset.  “She walked away.” He said, and I bit my lower lip, shaking my head.  “Fuck.” I cursed.  “You know, there are other ways of doing this, Jungkook, maybe just ask her out.” He suggested, and I shook my head.  “You know I can’t do that.” I argued. “I’m not normal Seokjin, I can’t even continue a conversation without feeling like I’m going to pass out, I can’t look people in the eyes without feeling a need to run.” I admitted.  “You’re talking to me just fine, Jungkook.” He stated.  “Yeah, but I’m comfortable with you, I trust you and know you, I know you won’t judge me.” I lowered my head. “Fuck, I really wanted her.”  He got up and tapped me on the back before leaving.  I had given up, locking myself in my room again and avoiding people like I always did. But then I saw her again, leaning against the wall at the frat party. My heart was beating violently in my chest. Maybe Seokjin was right, maybe I should just ask her out. I started to make my way down the stairs when I saw Yoongi approach her and she smiled, making me stop midway. I watched as they talked, watched as they made their way outside, I looked away when they kissed, feeling irritation spread across my body and I shook my head.  I heard when they went into his room, heard her fake moans from my room, heard every single word from their argument, and when I heard her getting her things I opened my door and watched when she left. Her back against the door. How could she allow herself to be hurt like that, how could she sleep with such a bad lover and a bad person?  I closed my door, unable to look at her any longer without feeling the urge to talk to her, and I made my way to bed, laying down and sighing.  How come she had such an effect on me? I barely knew her. It was a stupid teenage crush, that’s what it was.  I got lost in my thoughts when a few minutes later my phone rang.  “What?” I answered when I saw Seokjin’s name.  “She said yes.” He sounded excited over the phone.  “Wait, what are you talking about?” I asked.  “Y/N... She just called, said she’ll do it, I’m meeting her tomorrow at the coffee shop.” He explained.  Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.  Holy shit.  I tried to control my breathing, my heart pounding in my chest.  “Ok... Make sure she knows enough, don’t tell her anything about me.” I said before hanging up.  This was it, this was the first step.  She had signed the contract. Now, all she needed to do was come. In more ways than one. I sat at the hotel bar; I had a perfect view of the lobby, water in hand and foot bouncing up and down anxiously. I already had gotten the text saying she was on her way, and I was going crazy. Maybe I should back out. Maybe I should just call it a day and say something came up. I shook my head.  But then... There she was. In her pretty black dress, looking flustered and nervous herself, her cheeks slightly red and it hit me how bad I wanted them to be red for me, how bad I wanted to make her shake. I watched as she made her way up, waiting another agonizing forty minutes before I got up and made my way to the room.  I stood at the door. What if she hadn’t put on the blindfold? What if she hadn’t followed the instructions? I bit on my lower lip and tried to breathe.  “Fuck it.” I cursed under my breath.  As I unlocked the door, I slowly made my way into the room and sure enough, there she was, fully bare for me and with the blindfold on.  I felt myself get instantly hard at the sight. Her body was perfect. Her skin looked soft, and she was shaking slightly. I tried to control my own body as I watched her.  “Get up.” I said with more control over my voice than I expected.  She obeyed. Such a good girl, fuck.  I walked closer to her, her smell invading my nostrils and making it all too hard to not just bury myself in her. “Did you follow the instructions?” I asked, seeing the way her hair was shining.  She answered, and I swallowed hard. She had addressed me as Sir. Just the way I asked, and it sounded perfect coming from her lips. I wanted to make her cum multiple times; I wanted to hear her, see her, do it all to her, and I wanted to ruin any other man who tried to touch her in the future.   And I did, each time my cock twitched harder in my pants, each time I felt like I was going to say ‘fuck it’ and fuck her right there, and when she started begging me to fuck her, I had to hold on to my sanity, it was very much close to running away, instead I ignored it and continued.  I was proud of myself, but I was more addicted to the way her body answered to me, to the way she sounded when she came - and I assure it was nothing like that night with Yoongi - I was addicted to her smell, to her taste, to the way her body convulsed when she came, the way she trembled and begged for me. I was completely addicted to her. And when I was done, I watched as she could barely even move. I gave her water, my erection hurting inside my pants. It was a rare recurrence, I’d usually feel satisfied without having to cum myself, but with her it was painful.  I saw her threaten to take off the blindfold and my body stiffened.  “Don’t”. I said, getting dressed and trying to be quick.  “You… You’re not going to fuck me?” She asked innocently, her voice weak. I took a deep breath. “No. My only wish was to give you pleasure. I told you.” I said, and I watched as her body slowly curled, biting on my lower lip. “Yes, sir.” Was all she answered.  I didn’t know what to say, I could see how upset she was. I would see how the realization of it all suddenly came into her. Jesus, fuck. She was supposed to leave happy, not upset, I slowly felt my own anxiety start to creep into me, fuck, I needed to leave.  “You’re free to stay if you’d like, if not, your driver will be waiting out front for you whenever you decide to leave, the rest of your payment will be transferred first thing in the morning.” Was all I said before storming out.  I made my way down to the bar again, sitting and asking for a drink. I was hoping she would stay; I was hoping she would be ok with it.  But I was wrong.  She came running into the lobby, eyes red and full of tears as she dropped the key and ran to the car.  Fuck... Fuck, if I didn’t do anything I wouldn’t see her again.  I took out my phone and texted her.  I hope you enjoyed tonight. And all I could do was hope to see her again.  When I saw her in class, I was scared.  My whole body feeling tense, my anxiety creeping into me. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her as she sat down, Namjoon, my frat president sitting a few moments later next to her.  What if she recognized me? Jesus, I needed to breathe. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a shock go through my body, the memory of her whimpering self under me, her body so mine. I felt myself getting hard in the middle of class. I looked back at the front. What was happening to me? I was getting aroused just by looking at her.  I tried my best to pay attention to class, but I couldn’t, it wasn’t as if I needed to, but not being able to was fucking with my head.  It got even worse when I heard my name being called from my room later in the day and when I was making my way down I saw her in the kitchen. Her eyes again, those eyes meeting mine, and she shyly looked away.  I heard Hoseok’s voice and walked in the kitchen, stopping but a few feet away from her.  I barely acknowledged the boys in the room, trying hard to control my breathing. When Namjoon introduced them, she extended her hand, and I just looked at it.  If I touched her, would I break? If I felt her skin against mine again, would I lose control? She threatened to pull away, and I grabbed her hand, shaking it firmly.  I looked at her friend and back down.  “Jungkook isn’t a man of many words,” Hoseok said.  It didn’t bother me that people noticed I was quiet, but it bothered when they made fun of me. And worse, in front of her now. She looked at me and my eyes met hers again; It was so weird how I never felt like looking away; I wanted to get lost in them.  “It’s ok to not like to speak, sometimes words are too distracting.” She defended me. I felt like smiling, but instead, I just looked at her, I was probably eating her alive, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to look at her.  “Hey, Kook, why don’t you take Y/N to the back garden and try to organize the ribbons for the fair, you know it’s mandatory, so chop chop,” Namjoon said. Fuck, stay alone with her in the back? Jesus, I was fucked.  We were silent for a while, I could barely hold myself when I noticed she smelled like the body wash. She was going to be the death of me. 

“Uhm… So… Are you excited for the fair?” She started talking, I could answer her without her noticing the uneasiness to my voice. “I’m sorry, I… I just wanted to talk, bad day.” She focuses on the ribbons, my heart beating loud in my chest. I needed to say something. “Why?” My voice came out almost a whisper. I took a mental note to speak low. She might recognize my voice.  She shrugged. “I guess… Boy trouble?” I nodded. Boy trouble? Who? “I met someone… It’s messing with my head.” I noticed as she looked down, swallowing hard.  “What did he do?” I tried speaking up, curious.  “I… Well… He asked me to do something, and I did… A-and even though I was the one that came out with the most… Uhm… Satisfaction… it still feels like I did something wrong.” She said in a weak voice.  She was talking about me. It was me. I looked at her, noticing the way she messed with the ribbons nervously. Fuck, I wanted to know more. After the way she left, I just wanted to make sure she’d come back. “Was it something good?” I kept looking at her, wanting to see her every reaction.  “It was a-amazing… It was… Unforgettable.” She bit her lower lip, nervously. Fuck. I could just throw her against that wall and stuff my fingers into her like I did and watch her cum undone on them. I know I can. I know she liked it.  “S-sorry… Have we met before?” She asked, and it was enough to bring me back. Did she recognize me?  “No.” I tried saying in an icy voice.   She nodded and resumed her task.   There was nothing else I could say, I was scared she had recognized me. So I was silent, trying my best to remain calm while I worked on the ribbons with her. I was saved by her friend that came calling after her and she stopped and walked towards the door, giving me a weak smile before saying.  “Well, it was nice meeting you, guess I’ll see you around… J-Jungkook.” A shock wave went through my body when she said my name. I wanted her to say it again. I wanted her to moan it, scream it, say it over and over until it sounded just like a useless word. She shook her head and walked away and as soon as she was out of sight I let out the breath I was holding.  “Jesus, fuck,” I whispered, looking at the door where she had been seconds ago.  She would be the death of me, I needed to see her again; I needed to hear her again.  Later that night I paced back and forth in my room, looking at my work phone as I pondered if I should call her or not. What if she recognized my voice from today? What if she hung up? I was so insecure about her but so addicted, so I took the phone in my hand and called, eyes shut closed as I sat down on the chair in front of my desk. 

“Hello?”  I was silent, trying to make sure my voice came out secure and firm.  “Hello, sweetheart,” I said. The nickname rolled out perfectly. She was quiet for a while, making me hesitant.  “Hello, Sir.” She answered, her voice came out weak and choked out, making my body instantly react. “Did you have fun yesterday?” I asked. I wanted to know more, I wanted to see if she had liked it, but she went silent and I couldn’t help it any longer. “I want to see you again,” I admitted. Clutching onto the chair and letting my head fall down, I could feel the way my body was earning for her, my heart so wild inside my chest. “Why?” I was quiet. What should I say? Should I be explicit, should I not, I just needed to see her again. “I… I want you to touch me again.” My eyes shot open, her whiny voice saying she wanted me to touch her and I couldn’t help but curse under my breath a low ‘fuck.’ “You drive me crazy,” I admitted again. She did, she drove me completely crazy. I controlled my breathing, sitting on the chair properly and tapping my knee with my free hand.  “I’ll arrange for us to meet again next week,” I said seriously. I wanted her to know I was dedicated to it. “Wait for the text.”  “Yes, Sir.” She almost whined on the phone, making me twitch inside my clothes.  “Good girl, go to bed.” And then she whined. Fuck!  I hung up. Looking at the phone and down to my pants.  “She’s gonna kill me,” I said out loud, talking myself. 

I knew she would be at the party, Namjoon had commented when he got off the phone with her friend, who now I knew was Malia. And when I saw her in that dress, I knew I was going to need to drink to be sure I’d get through it without wanting to push her into a bathroom and fuck her brains out. I watched as she made herself comfortable, smiling at everyone, and then her eyes landed on me, the familiar wave going through my body.  No, I couldn’t look at her today, not today, not when she was looking like that and making me feel like this.  I walked away, preferring to stay in the kitchen instead. It wasn’t too long when I saw her get up and start dancing, her perfect body swaying so beautifully. But it soon was covered by a body, a male body, and it made me clench my teeth. My body moved on its own, stopping right behind the boy and tapping his shoulders. He looked back and said nothing when he saw the look on my face, both his hands coming up in a sign of surrender as he slowly backed away from her, I made my way to talk to her, but she pressed her body against mine and I was lost for words. She did that again and again, and I swallowed and tried to maintain control. When she turned around and saw me, she looked flushed from the dancing; I was close to animalistic at this point, the alcohol getting me braver than usual.  “Jungkook… Dance with me.” She said after drinking down and throwing the cup. Her arms came to rest around my neck and my entire body tensed at the contact. I slowly rested my hand on her waist, should I dance? I didn’t really know what to do, I wasn’t one to dance. But slowly her body got closer, her breasts grazing my chest, and I felt how hard her nipples were underneath the fabric, I wanted to curse out. She smirked, was she teasing me? Little brat.  She started grinding on me and all I did was watch and squeeze every time I felt her slightly grind on my now fully erect length. I heard her small whimpers. Oh, she was turned on, what a little slut. Slowly, I positioned my leg between her own, allowing her to get some friction, I knew that’s what she wanted, I knew she was just so desperate to cum. And I knew I was the only one that could do it to her, me... Jungkook. She moaned, and I was suddenly reminded that she didn’t know it was me, she had no idea I was the guy that had made her cum again and again. The reality hit me and I felt anxious, stepping away from her and making my way to my room in a rush.  Leaning against my door, I breathed, mouth going dry.  What the fuck was wrong with me? I had her; she was right there. Why did I have to be such a coward? I shook my head and sat down on the floor, my erection bothering me. I really needed her. I needed her desperately. I didn’t hesitate to take the phone and text her; it was an idea.  “I want to see you, now.” I waited for an answer, and soon my phone vibrated.  “I’m not home.” Fuck, maybe she didn’t want to. Fuck. “Can he pick me up here?”  The second text came, and it was all I needed to call Seokjin from the other phone and have him arrange two cars. One for her and one for me.  “Ten minutes, don’t be late. Room 55. Don’t bother washing up.”  I waited for him to confirm she was off before I made my way to the car, blindfold in my hand.  The whole drive there I was in agony, just waiting to get my hands on her.  Getting in the room and hearing her quickly try to explain herself made me smile.  “I- I didn’t find the blindfold, but my eyes are c-closed” I walked slowly in her direction, her naked body more firm this time, only shaking slightly, I assumed of anticipation as I slowly wrapped it around her eyes, she relaxed slightly.  “Such an obedient girl.” I praised her, my voice very much full of my intentions with her. “Up.” I demanded, and she obeyed, standing. Her body was a sin, how could such a woman exist, I couldn’t help but admire her.  “So beautiful,” I whispered.  I knew exactly what I wanted to do to her. Taking off my clothes, I watched as she stood still and quiet. Tying her hands and sitting on the bed, I slowly guided her all the way to the other end, sitting with my back on the bed rest.  “Come here.” And she moved, me guiding her to straddle my thigh. “Ride me, sweetheart,” I asked, moving her hips gently with my hand.  “Y-yes, sir.” She obliged, rocking her hips slowly, biting her lower lip. I felt her wetness smudge all over me and couldn’t believe it was just from dancing earlier.  “Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, sweetheart.” I let her know, feeling my cock start to leak down my shaft. “Have you been a dirty girl?” I felt as she clenched. She liked dirty talk.  “I… I danced with a boy, Sir.” She admitted, her cheeks going red before she moaned at the feeling of her clit rubbing against my thigh. “A boy? Was he the one that got you wet like this?” I asked, amused at how she was talking about me. I remembered the way she had said my name the day before and how badly I wanted to make her say it again.  “What’s his name, sweetheart?” She started rocking her hips faster, stronger against my thigh.  “J-Jung…” She moaned, I knew she was already close to cumming, fuck, I wanted her to cum so bad. “Oh god…” She whined out.  “Huh? I didn’t get that, baby, say it again.” I teased, watching her whimper before I clenched my muscle to make her speak.  “Jungkook! Oh fuck… His name is Jungkook.” She screamed out. I closed my eyes, I could feel her clenching again and again around nothing, the way she had said my name was all I wanted to hear. I could do it all day. Hear her scream my name and make her cum, I could barely control myself when I wrapped a hand around her throat, gripping slightly. The way her mouth opened was enough to know she enjoyed it. My dirty whore.  “Cum on my thigh like the dirty slut you are for me.” And her body obeyed. She came hard on me, convulsing and clenching violently, her juices coming out to get me even more dirty with her fluids. I helped her ride it out, and she rested her forehead on me, breathing in.  My hand left her hips to caress her back, going up and down, and I watched as she shivered and lifted her own head to rest it on my forehead, breath still uneasy. I let her, still slightly hazy from the party and extremely turned on.  “You were drinking alcohol…” She said, probably smelling the alcohol on my breath and I smirked, such a sassy girl.  “I could say the same to you, sweetheart,” I remembered the way she had chugged down her drink earlier. We went silent. It felt good having her like this. In my arms, quiet while she calmed down.  “Sir?” I heard her call, and all I did was hum, holding her tired body still on top of me.   “I.. I want to kiss you.” She said in almost a whisper.  What? She wanted to kiss me? But if we kissed, eventually she would want to take off the blindfold and I would have to look at her, to these things with her while looking into her eyes. I couldn’t. No, I wasn’t ready yet. I watched as she blushed and bit on her lower lip.  “I’m sorry.” I guided her off my body, getting up and starting to get dressed. I needed to leave. “W-wait… ” She pleaded, and I stopped, too nervous to look at her. “Don’t leave… Please?” I wanted to. I wanted to stay and wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t, I... She knew who I was now, she would never look at me the same way if she knew it was me. All I did was finish getting dressed and leave. I knew that was a dick thing to do, but I had to. I had to leave. And as I made my way to the lobby, I already texted her in hopes there wasn’t a way she’d cancel on me.

“Next Friday, 19h, Room 55.” 

I don’t know what had gotten into me when I stopped in front of her and asked her to get coffee. All I knew is that I needed to make her like me first, not the person she couldn’t see.  And as we sat across from each other at the coffee shop, we talked. It was the first time in a long time that I was able to speak a little, to look at her and not feel a need to run, a need to hide. It was... Comforting. It was safe.  I watched her talk about Yoongi and all I felt was anger. He was a dick. She deserved better.  All I knew was that I wanted to do this more often, talk to her, meet with her in normal circumstances, so... I offered to tutor her. She seemed happy about it. And when she left, I couldn’t help but ask the driver to park in front of her building. I waited while I watched her silhouette walk in the room. Shit, I looked like a stalker, so I shook my head and called her. 

“Hello?” She answered in a calm voice.  “Still up, sweetheart?” I asked, looking up at the window. “As you can tell… Sir.” She sounded irritated, bratty, defying.  “Oh, getting brave, I see.” I was amused. “Well, maybe I’m tired of being left in the dark.” Smart. I breathed in, I really didn’t know how to answer to that. “Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” Was what I said instead, avoiding her comment.  “Depends…” She started. “Are you not going to fuck me?” Fuck... This little slut. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the urge to talk dirty.   “Am I not pleasing you enough, sweetheart?” I asked, my brow raising.  “Oh no, Sir, don’t get me wrong…” Her voice came out velvety “I just really wanted a chance to clench and cum around your hard cock.” My mouth went slack. The idea enough was making him get turned on. “Fuck… ” I said nice and loud this time. “You’re getting dirty, sweetheart”.  “Maybe I was always dirty, Sir.” She teased.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I needed to end the conversation, I needed to get back to my room and jerk off like I had done all the times I had seen her. “Goodnight”.  She hung up, and I looked up at her window for a few more moments before I finally texted her.  See you tomorrow, sweetheart.  I watched her make her way up to the room again, all the anticipation from yesterday making me want to just run up to her and start making out with her in that elevator. But I stayed calm, waited and made my way up after a while, and as expected, there she was, fully naked for me, damn did I love to see her like this.  “Hello, sweetheart.” I greeted her, walking slowly into the room and stopping in front of her a few feet away. 

“Hello… Sir.” She said low.  “My favorite thing in the world… Is walking into this room and seeing you bare for me. All because of me and just for me.” I confessed my arousal was so eminent in my voice.  I waited, I wanted to see more of her reactions; I wanted to punish her for being a brat to me.  “I-I’m wet for you too.” She admitted in a shy voice. My breath left my lungs at the confession, swallowing hard as I felt my mouth dry. “Show me,” I demanded.  As she leaned back, slowly opening her legs, I could see her glistening folds, so wet from absolutely nothing, wet for me and just for me.  I groaned in a low voice. I wanted to taste her; I wanted to drink all of her.  “Such a pretty cunt on a pretty girl.” I was already losing my mind, my voice so full of lust.  “It’s yours, Sir,” She said, my sense of possessiveness taking over me.  “Oh.. Mine? Is that so?” I asked in a condescending manner, just wanting to see how I could be further indulged.  “A-All yours to touch, kiss, eat… F-fuck.” I closed my eyes, I could feel myself leaking inside my own pants now, I could feel that I was just as affected by her as she was by me. I stood still, quiet, eyes closed as I tried to maintain my self-control.  “You were very bratty on the phone yesterday, sweetheart.” I teased her, watching as she opened her mouth to speak, but I went on.   “You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” She nodded, biting her lower lip with the idea of being filled up with him. Such a dirty whore.  “So… Fucking… Desperate.” I said, feeling the aching throb between my legs.   “My cock is throbbing, did you know that?” I decided to tease her back, voice so low and full of lust. I slowly unzipped my pants and took myself out, and as expected I was leaking and throbbing, so desperate to fill her up, but I had to maintain control. “Ah… I’m leaking. There’s a clear stripe of pre-cum leaking down my cock, sweetheart.” I watched as she clenched, her core leaking further down, she was getting even more turned on with the idea of me touching myself, I wanted to get her losing her mind, just like she made me.  “You’re just so desperate to get fucked right, aren’t you? So desperate for me so slowly shove my cock inside that tight cunt of yours, filling you up to the brim… Feel my balls slap against that ass again and again while I fuck you hard and fast, am I right?” She whined, more juices spilling out of her. “Look at that, look at the needy cunt you have, sweetheart, so wet… I bet it’s starting to hurt from all the throbbing.”  I said.  I watched as she slowly shook in front of me, the clear agony vibrating through her whole body. I wanted her to beg. I wanted her to get so desperate I would just touch her and she would cum.  I slowly started to jerk myself off, the feeling so overwhelming I could cum at any moment, so I squeezed myself, breath leaving my mouth shaky. This was what she did to me, she drove me crazy; she made me lose all the self-control I thought I had, the one I had all this time before her.  “S-sir… Please.” Sou begged, starting to move her hips slightly. The sigh was just a sin.  “Fuck… Look at you, such a mess, I bet you’d look so beautiful stuffed with my cock, feeling my cum inside of you hot, feeling my cum fill you up… A-Ah… Fuck.” I started jerking faster, the feeling so good, the sight so good. “Maybe I’d fuck that throat of yours, stuff that pretty mouth, watch you gag and drool all over my hard cock.” I was slowly losing my composer, I was almost cumming, almost moaning out her name and cumming all over myself.  “P-please Sir, please… Fuck, please.” She begged with a whiney voice, of course, she wanted me to touch her, she wanted me to do what I did best and turn her body into a shaking mess for me.  “Beg harder for me, baby, come on, you’re a good fucking slut.” I asked, watching her hips shake in a frenetic manner.  “Sir, please, I’m such a slut for you… My pussy is hurting so bad, please, please touch me, please make me cum. I’m all yours, Sir, my.. My body is just yours… Only you can make me cum, fuck… Please, please!” All I did was jerk faster, I was so close to cumming and her movements followed, her circling her hips over nothing. There was no friction, nothing at all.  “Such a dirty whore, talking dirty to me on the phone, I thought you were a good girl, sweetheart, just the way I like them, good and obedient, my little slut.” I groaned, my voice was laced with his pleasure.  “I-I’m sorry, Sir, I’m so sorry…” What I saw before my eyes felt like a miracle, I stopped my hand to watch as her breath became a mess, her face flushed, eyebrows meeting in the middle, core clenching violently around nothing and wet arousal leaking out of her as she shook and convulsed with a whole body orgasm, completely untouched. It took me a few seconds to register while I watched her fall back, trying to catch her breath.  “Did… Did you just cum?” I asked, and she was silent, I got up, walking towards her. “Answer me.”  She nodded.  “Holy shit… I didn’t even touch you.” I said in shock, I watched as her back arched, she wanted more, she still wanted me to touch her.  “Sir… Please touch me, I’ll be a good girl… I promise.” Her voice was weak, nothing but a whine.   I did, I grazed her cheeks first and watched as she melted into my hand. Shaking my head at how completely at her mercy I was, I went down.  “Fuck… You’re so beautiful.” I whispered more to myself than to her.  “I want to kiss your whole body.” I admitted with a soft voice and she whined.  “Please do…” She asked.  I didn’t hesitate, kissing her body softly. I wanted to worship her, show her how she should be treated, show her what she deserved, I wanted to let her feel my lips all over her skin. Her hands came to rest on my shoulders and I remembered I didn’t tie them, tensing for I second I thought, there was no real harm to it, so I relaxed again and continued.  As I came up again, I grazed my nose against hers. She was everything I ever wanted and still; I felt like I had only half of her.  “Kiss me.”  And I did, I kissed her and it was the worst and best decision I ever made.  From that moment on I knew that I wanted her more than this, but I was too much of a coward to say something or make a decision, instead, I got carried away, my lust speaking louder when I almost allowed myself to fuck her, like this, the first time. No, she was more than this. She needed to know. 

A lot had happened after that, going to coffee again, telling her about my social anxiety, asking her out and finally... Having the best date ever just to have her suddenly want to leave. All my insecurities rushed in as I saw her leave the car and walk to her apartment without even looking back.  What had I done wrong? Was it me? Was that the problem? She seemed like she liked me; I thought... I tried calling her, but nothing. I texted and nothing. I went to my apartment instead of the frat house. I needed to be alone. I went up with the hoodie clutched in my hand, sitting on the couch and just remembering every single detail of the night. Fuck, I was in love with her. I wanted to be with her, love her, make her happy. Was she in love with me without knowing I was me? Was that what she had meant in the coffee shop? I looked down at the hoodie in my hand. It was ruined, just like us.  All I could wish for was a chance to see her in class the next week and talk to her.  But she never showed, she didn’t show up to any of her classes, for what seemed like a whole week and that just made everything worse.  What happened? What did I do wrong?  To my surprise, I got a call from Malia, asking me to try to speak to her, and I didn’t hesitate. Pacing around in my apartment I thought of what I’d say, fixed and cleaned hoodie in my hand I made my way to her apartment. 

“Jungkook.” She said my name in a weak whisper when she saw me.  I stood there, nervous. She looked tired, sad.  “Hey…” My voice came out weak. I looked down, struggling to speak, I didn’t want this to end, I really, really liked her. “Look…” I started. “I don’t know what I did that might have fucked this up… But I just wanted to apologize. And if you don’t want to speak to me again, I understand. I don’t know what’s bothering you… I wish I did, so I can help, but since I don’t, all I can say is… You need to get up. You need to come back to class, nothing is worth putting away all your hard work and dedication you have this far.” I finished. Even if she didn’t ever want to see me again, I just needed to know she would be ok, she would be herself and go back to her life, even if that meant I had to stay away. “Here, I thought you should keep this.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, handing her the hoodie. “Thanks,” She said and looked down.  She wasn’t going to speak, and I took that as a sign to leave. And so I did. I left, walked back to the car and stayed quiet. Seokjin waiting in the passenger seat for a reaction, but I was silent. Closed. I didn’t want to talk. That was it, that was the end.  My phone vibrated and what I saw gave me a glint of hope.  Y/N: “Can we meet one last time before it’s over?”

I replied faster than I could think.

“Yes, tomorrow. Same room, same time, looking forward to seeing you.”  And I breathed in. I was going to see her again, even if it wasn’t the way I wanted to. I still was, and it was something. 

Already thinking about my next series, I wanted to get everyone’s opinion on it.  My first idea is.  1. Ghost!Au. Not much detail I can give without giving it away, but basically, the member is a Ghost and Reader can see him and speak and she doesn’t know.  2. Assassin!Au. Long series, about 15-20 chapters, where the reader is forced into a huge criminal organization because someone paid the member to kidnap her and use her as leverage for her father to pay.  3. Dystopía!Au where a member wakes up into a completely destroyed world, he has no memory of what happened or how long he’s been out, he’s alone and finds himself being chased by ‘cannibals’ when the reader comes out and saves him. 

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For everyone that has taken time to follow me and read my little stories, I am so, so thankful for you. There is no author without a reader and you guys are really the best part of writing anything. Thank you so much for seeing something in me or my stories, I am really hyped right now. I don’t believe in skinny ratios so I most likely will follow everyone back because like I’ve said before, I think of you all as friends. So, if I do, please send me messages and we can talk and stuffs. If I don’t answer you right away, I’m probably dead working or dead sleeping HAHHAHAAH Anyways, thank you all so, so, so, so much for everything. Look forward to the new one-shots that are coming and my new upcoming series. Love you all. 

Someone ordered a custom version of my "Fallen Leaves" mask, modified to be a blindfold. Also a color palette with a lot of purple in it. It was fun to put this together!

Here’s the original design on my Etsy store.