7:49

7:49

Fluff, Bakugou x female reader

You pulled at the thread of your jeans, and tugged another piece to tie into a knot, sealing the hole that seemed to widen with each wash. You cracked your knuckles to give them a new task, anything to keep your gaze from the semicircle of chairs in front of you. You wriggled in your seat, glad they had at least given you Kiri’s recliner.

“So, y/n…do you know why we’ve gathered here today?”

You bit your cheek, hoping that the help me text you had sent when you’d first been guided into the chair of honor had been read. You looked up to four pairs of eyes staring at you. All shared the same determined and worried expression.

“Hmmm…an intervention?”

“Basically.”

“Ow!” Sero rubbed at his head as Mina settled her hands back into her lap.

“It’s not an intervention, dummy.” Her tone softened as she smiled at you. “We need to have a talk.” You raised your eyebrows in place of a reply. Kiri continued where the pink hero had left off. You wondered if they had rehearsed.

“It’s about Bakugou.”

“Oh? Is he okay?” You were surprised the conversation had turned to this. If it was about him why were you the one in the leather seat.

“No, he’s not okay! He’s gonna die alone!” You laughed as Kaminari flung his hands around so roughly that poor Sero got smacked again.

“He seems happy to me.” Your words sounded more defensive than you'd intended, but he really had seemed happy. His tone had softened. His shoulders weren’t hiked up so often. You no longer skirted around him in the halls when he had a bad day. You didn’t hesitate to leave things on his desk in exchange for the many coffees and treats he left on yours. Were they seeing something you weren’t? You looked back down at the denim threads, choosing two others to tie. They’d get sealed together in the next wash.

“Yea…that’s why we’re here today.” Mina waited until you looked up before continuing. “He’s happiest...around you.” You focused on the pink finger accusing you, avoiding her wide eyes.

“Oh…” You felt a vibration from your pocket, but they seemed so earnest and so worried…you couldn’t ignore them.

“Y/n…we just think you and Bakugou should give it a shot.“ Kirishima’s deep voice was leveled as always, but you tucked your smile away before meeting his worried face.

“Is that so? Why don’t you talk to him about it?”

“We tried. The jerk said it’s none of our business.”

They missed how you smiled at the pouty way Sero echoed Bakugou's familiar words, all four turning to the door that seemed in danger of breaking under the weight of the knocks.

Kaminari jumped behind your seat, peeking over your head. Sero was prepared to tape the door shut until Kirishima nudged him back so he could open it. Mina stayed put, rolling her eyes at the chaos one unexpected arrival had created.

He was still in costume, clearly prioritizing this after patrol rather than heading back to the office. Dynamight ignored them all, shouldering the two men out of the way as he made a direct line for you. You laughed at the gasp from behind you as Kaminari hit the floor and crawled to the safety of Mina.

You hummed, waiting for the handsome hero to finish searching your face for any signs of distress. He wouldn’t find any.

“You’re okay.” You nodded, confirming his results. “Good.” He ran his hand over the top of your head, turning to face the room while his fingers slid down to rest against the back of your neck.

“The fuck are you idiots doin’ to my girl?”

You bit your lip hard to keep from laughing. You had never once seen all four of them go quiet at once. The game nights, house parties, work meetings, vacations, trips to the amusement park, shopping, were always a loud scene of Bakugou herding the cats that were his best friends. It was unusual enough for all of them to be having the same conversation, but silence? You never would’ve imagined it was possible.

Kirishima was the first to escape his petrified state.

“Your girl?”

“That’s what I fuckin’ said.”

“You’re telling me that you successfully convinced that beautifully hilarious angel demon of a woman to go out with you?” Even from your low vantage point you could see his face turn pink.

“I didn’t have to convince her of shit. Dating me isn’t a fuckin’ chore, raccoon eyes.”

"Seems exhausting to me." She winked at you, all sense of seriousness gone from her demeanor now.

He didn't get a chance to argue more as the room began to echo with a stream of questions. You heard everything and nothing, looking up in surprise when your boyfriend was able to answer not only all of them, but in order.

"Seven months on Saturday. She asked me. That ramen place I asked you about. Not answering that, ya damn perv. Because it wasn't your fuckin' business." He bent down, leaning over you as he released the recline of the chair. He hummed when you kissed his neck, turning to receive another on his lips. "Come on, let's go home." You winced as four voices yelled variations of the same question.

"You two are fucking living together?!?!?"

Inspiration for this was sent in by the lovely @bub-ss

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— 01. risk it all | jungkook

 jeon jungkook/reader | angst, light fluff, smut | hybrid!au

wordcount: 2.3k

contents: eventual smut, fear of being eaten????, hybrid abuse, hybrid-trafficking, kidnapping, mention of murder

― synopsis: ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

note: th-this doesn’t have smut and i…i’m struggling.

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needy at three am | jjk (m)

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

wc; 1.2k

genre; smut/fluff, established relationship!au, slice of life!au

warnings; swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, a bit of dirty talk, cream pie

a/n; it’s 4 am … don’t ask me what this is 🫠

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it’s barely half past three am when his arm slides around your waist to pull you closer, his entire front flush against your back. his hand slips underneath the small top you decided to wear to bed, his warm palm sliding over the skin of your stomach and all the way up to your chest, cupping a breast.

you stir awake when you feel his lips on your neck, leaving a string of sensual, soft kisses against your skin. his hand gives your breast a soft squeeze, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing it to stiffen. a soft moan leaves you, the sound making his hips buck against you.

you know what he wants.

it’s not unusual for him to do this in the middle of the night, he’s done it before.

so when his hand lets go of your breast to slide down the expanse of your stomach towards the hem of your panties, you part your legs just a bit to make space for him. a soft sigh escapes your lips when his hand dips underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers slipping between your folds.

a low groan emits from him when he feels your wetness, fingertips circling your clit a few times before sinking into you. you whimper, pushing back against his bulging cock. his lips continue to leave kisses against your neck, softly sucking and biting every now and then.

“fuck,” you whisper-moan into the darkness of your shared bedroom, sleep laced within your voice and eyes closed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning out loud – not that anyone would hear you except for the next-door neighbor maybe.

jungkook feels your walls tighten around his fingers as he curls them inside of you, brushing that sweet spot that usually has you mewling and squirming in his hold. no mewling tonight but squirming? definitely.

soft and quiet whimpers tumbles from your lips in a string of pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he grinds against you from behind, his hardened cock slotted between your cheeks. the mixed feeling of his cock and his fingers causes you to spread your legs even more, jungkook’s thumb finding your clit.

“oh god- jungkook!” you moan a bit louder this time, feeling the string within your abdomen tightening until it snaps, a giant wave of pleasure rippling through your body.

jungkook grunts when he feels your walls tighten as you come around his fingers, your pussy sucking them in as pleasure washes over you, reaching your toes and fingertips. he’s breathing heavily against the shell of your ear as he slowly fingers you through your orgasm, leaving a few kisses against your temple.

“kook,” you whisper after a moment of complete silence, the only sounds being your heavy breathing. he hums, knowing exactly what you want, the tone of your voice telling him all he needs to know. familiar excitement swirls in your stomach as he removes his fingers from your heat only to reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free himself.

his hand hooks underneath your the crook of your knee to spread your legs again, lifting your leg up just enough for you to reach down to wrap a hand around him. jungkook hisses as your hand touches his swollen cock, thumb brushing over the tip before placing it by your entrance.

jungkook swears underneath his breath, hand tightening around your thigh as he spreads you even more before sinking into you. the wetness from your orgasm making it easy for him to slip inside without resistance.

you gasp softly at the feeling, heartbeat quickening as he bottoms out, filling you to the very brim. his breathing is heavy from behind you, brushing against your cheek as he pulls out again only to push back inside.

“shit,” he groans quietly, the squelching sound of his cock wrapped in your warm wetness filling the bedroom with sinful sounds. you whimper when he picks up the pace and force of his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting deeply within you while his shaft rubs against your clit.

“ohh- fuck, feels so good,” you moan, hand reaching back to tangle itself in his black strands of hair.

“yeah?” jungkook rasps as he hooks your leg over his own, allowing him to reach up to grab your jaw, turning your head. you can barely make out the glint in his eyes through the darkness, goosebumps rising upon your skin as you feel his ragged breath against your lips. “you love it when i wake you up in the middle of the night to fuck, don’t you?”

“yes,” you breathlessly answer him, hand tugging at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him in for a kiss.

jungkook smiles at your desperation as he lets you pull him down, connecting your mouth with his in a kiss. his cock twitches within you as you moan against his lips, the sound going straight to his cock as he continues to fuck you, make love to you in the middle of the night as if neither of you don’t have a job to attend in a few hours.

“kook- ‘m close…” you whimper against his mouth.

you didn’t have to tell him, he can feel it in the way your walls are tightening around him. sucking him in just like you did when he fingered you before.

before he can do anything to help you reach your high faster, you reach down to circle your clit. jungkook’s hand bumps against yours as he reaches down to do the exact same thing. he groans against your lips when he realizes you’re trying to get yourself off while his cock is in you.

“fuck, that’s it, baby,” he rasps, hand going back to hold your leg, keeping your legs spread as he thrusts into you over and over again. “come around my cock.”

“oh my god,” you whine, feeling that tightness within your abdomen once again. “kook, please-“

jungkook groans, feeling himself reaching the high as your walls keep loosening and tightening around him, sucking him in so deep.

“gonna come,” he tells you, “come with me, ____-“

his words, your fingers circling your clit, his cock inside of you, his hand tightly gripping your leg – it’s all too much and too fucking good all at once, a mix of it all causing you to tip over for a second time tonight.

“oh god, oh god-“ you cry, feeling your second orgasm run through you in overwhelming pleasure. jungkook stills within you, emptying himself and covering your walls with hot, white cum.

“fucking hell,” he hisses, hand letting go of your leg, allowing it to fall down.

you’re trying to catch your breath, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as jungkook wraps his arm around your waist. you close your eyes, enjoying the blissful feeling of post-orgasm as you both come down from your highs, the only sound being your heavy breathing.

“i think three am sex is my favorite kind of sex,” jungkook quietly says, breaking the comfortable silence.

a soft laugh emits from your throat, “is that so?”

he smiles and tightens his arm around you, “yeah, there’s just something about it. i don’t know what it is.”

you smile, sliding your palm over the skin of his arm. when you reach his hand, you bring it up to your lips, pressing a few soft kisses to it. you feel jungkook’s smile widen against the skin of your shoulder.

“i know exactly what you mean.”

summary: in which you get your period and jungkook just wants to be with you.

> fluff / wc: 2.9k

> warnings: period blood 😭 lots of it obviously you know how it is

note: helloooo i’m back :D this was requested. i think. it was probably a month ago so i don’t remember well IM SORRYYYY but here it is anon who was ranting about their period in my asks <3 i feel like i’ve been gone for long but it’s only been a week help i’ve been here and there for the past days hehe

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you stand motionless beside the bed, staring at the blood stain on the grey bed sheets. you’re still too tired to function and to process the mess you’ve made this fine morning, and you can’t find it in yourself to move when the pain of period cramps is starting to blossom in your abdomen.

jungkook enters the bedroom to wake you up and to announce that breakfast is ready, but is met with the sight of your current predicament.

“oh, baby,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “come on, let’s get you freshened up.”

it’s his first instinct to check on the inside of your thighs. this isn’t new. he used to worriedly mention it the first few months you lived together — asking if you’re feeling okay, if it’s normal to bleed that much, until he didn’t anymore. instead, he speaks through his actions.

you feel the wet wipes slide across the soft skin of your thighs, and you try to take over cleaning yourself but his quiet ‘let me’ leaves your heart feeling weaker. your eyes gloss over his hunched figure lovingly, wondering when the intimacy between the two of you started running this deep. with a silent whimper, you lean your weight against his hold when the lightheadedness become unbearable.

it’s the worst week of the month again. your period has always left you in pain, vulnerable, helpless. after the long years of experiencing this monthly, one would assume that you’d get used to it at some point, but you simply can’t. every month feels like the very first time, an evil-spirited visitor forcibly bursting through your front door on a random morning to wreak havoc in your peaceful temple.

this morning is one of those mornings. and this is usually when you feel grateful that you no longer live alone, that you won’t need to crawl your way to the bathroom because your super strong boyfriend never hesitates to swoop you in his arms.

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pairing: bakugou x reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, implied smut? steamy make out session oops

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bakugou katsuki is, to place it bluntly, a work of art.

others would tell you otherwise.

the hothead with the telltale spiky hair of blonde was rough around the edges, unbelievably loud, paired with a temper that not even todoroki’s ice could cool.

his words came without a filter, and he’d say and do as he pleased no matter how it affected those around him.

so no, he was more viewed of as an arrogant son of bitch who had been blessed with one hell of a powerful quirk.

and yet, those little sketches of arrogance and snappy statements made bakugou katsuki, well, him.

again, bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

a fucking piece of art.

blistered with ashes and smoke, marred perfectly with his ambition shown through scarred skin and calloused palms.

red, red eyes that burn and scorch just like the explosions that emit from those hands. a deadly glare that could almost make people drop dead from the intensity of it.

so red that it rivals the fierceness of the sun, sharpened by his scowling face and the feral grin he offers.

his voice demands attention. undivided attention as it should be; arrogant and gruff. stupidly attractive.

and this piece of art? he’s all yours.

he’s so rough, sweaty palms aching from the work of the day grabbing ahold of your waist hastily.

you can’t even think. he’s too much, all over you at once with his blazing touch.

some of his touches are demanding, some of his touches are tender, but each and every one leaves a mark on your skin that makes you feel alive.

desperation like this strikes katsuki on rare days, but when these rare days do come around, it’s oh so passionate.

he’s home from a long day of patrolling and kicking ass, but the only thing on his mind since this morning is you.

it’s sickening but rejuvenating—the way he craves you like his life depends on it.

his lips are placing sloppy kisses on the expanse of your neck, trailing up your jawline.

“suki,” you gasp, hands scrambling at his shoulders. he had caught you off guard—you had barely registered the front door opening before he snatched you up.

he’s got you against the kitchen counter, and the edge of it is digging into the small of your back uncomfortably, but you really can’t find it in yourself to care about that—not when katsuki continues adorning your skin with his teeth and tongue.

“katsu-” you try again breathlessly, hands now trailing up his neck that tangle your fingers in his hair.

your attempt to properly get his attention fails—he takes your action as a plea for a kiss and his lips messily meet yours.

“mmph-!” and you meet him halfway like you always do, returning the force as you feel him run his tongue along your teeth.

the need to breathe makes you break away, and before katsuki can latch his mouth on you again, you tug on his hair.

he groans in response but finally relents, leaning back for you to lock gazes with him at last. (it’s so intense; the desire swirling within his makes you shiver.)

“what?” he snaps gruffly, terribly out of breath like you are. he’s eyeing your lips greedily.

“what’s-” you struggle to form words. (he almost smirks at that, but he’s a bit annoyed that you made him stop in the first place.) “what’s gotten into you-? sumthin’ happen at work? not that m’complaining…”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “nothing happened, dumbass,” he grunts, holding you closer. his skin glistens with sweat and there’s blush accompanying it, “just missed ya.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s kissing you again like you’re gonna disappear.

you tug at his hair again, but it’s to make sure he doesn’t leave you this time. not that he would; he busies himself with making sure not an inch of your skin is missed with his inspection.

you can’t help but squeal when he effortlessly lifts you up to sit on the counter, pressing forward so that he’s not touching you for even a split second.

your legs instinctively come to wrap around his waist and his hands seem to be everywhere at once.

“missed you s’much,” he gasps against your skin, “i’ll take care of ya, yeah?”

you nod pleadingly, lost in the scorching heat only bakugou katsuki can make you feel.

and bakugou katsuki is a work of art.

especially like this—all messy and madly in love.