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Summary: Traitor!Mic tries to convince Aizawa to change sides. It goes as badly as everyone knew it would. Very self-indulgent.
Relationships: Erasermic however way you want to see it
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Hizashi doesn’t regret what he did, but he sure as hell wished he hadn’t had to do it.
Aizawa sat in front of him, caged and shackled, while Hizashi stood before him, a free man.
That is, a free man under perhaps the cruelest ruler of Japan.
“Why didn’t you just listen to me?” Hizashi asked. Aizawa hasn’t spared him a single glance since he entered. No remorse. No horror. No anger. Nothing. Hizashi guessed that was what he deserved considering it was his actions that put Aizawa in that position in the first place.
When the silence dragged on for too long, Hizashi finally spoke again. “I had to do it. You were going to start a war you couldn’t win and you were going to get everyone else killed with you. I couldn’t watch you and the others drag those kids through a war and let them get killed. I had to do something.”
“Hm. So you sold them out to the one person who wants to destroy the world they want to protect?” Aizawa’s voice was still as dead and ruthless as ever.
“At least my way they’ll be able to live in that world.” Hizash answered back without hesitation. “He’s not going to hurt them. That was the deal. They’re going to have a life, Aizawa.”
“And what kind of life would that be, Yamada? He will never let them out of his sight and you know that. If any of them make one wrong move against, they’re dead. And you and I both know those kids will.” Aizawa said, finally glancing up at Hizashi with those dark piercing eyes.
If he imagined hard enough, Hizashi could almost make himself believe that it was just another normal Monday at the office and Aizawa was mad at him for playing his music too loud. That those eyes digging into his soul was because of affection, not this...not hatred. The hardest part of this whole traitor business wasn’t working for a madman. No.
It was being hated by the one person who knew him the most.
“Aizawa, that is why you need to come to this side,” Hizashi urged. “Those kids trust you. Whatever choice you make, they won’t be far behind. If you denounce the whole hero system now, then you live and they’ll follow you and they’ll live. Some other heroes have already done it. It’s better than being dead.”
Aizawa scoffed. “Was that your logic when you chose to betray us all?”
“I did it to save you, Aizawa.”
“And look where that’s gotten me.”
Hizashi doesn’t have time to respond before several men are rushing in. At the helm of all this was the man himself.
“All For One,” Aizawa growled, swiftly focusing all his attention on the evilest lord of all time, aka Hizashi’s new boss. “What have you done with the kids?”
“I’ve kept my word with your friend here. They’re alive and safe, rest assured,” All For One grinned and places a possessive hand on Hizashi’a shoulder. He doesn’t like it there. “I see your friend has still not taken your offer of freedom.”
Hizashi opened his mouth to speak, but Aizawa bested him to it. “No I have not. Next time don’t send a lackey to do your job.” The insult felt like salt on an open wound.
“Well,” All For One turned to Hizashi. “I told you he wouldn’t take the offer, and after everything you sacrificed to give it to him. What a waste.”
Aizawa looked up skeptically between the two of them, finally choosing to address Hizashi. “Yamada what is he talking about? What did you sacrifice?” The way he asked that, Hizashi had almost mistaken for concern, like he had been worried about Hizashi. But no. That couldn’t be. Not after everything.
“He didn’t tell you, Eraserhead? He’s given me his voice quirk in exchange for a chance to get you to change sides.” All For One laughed loudly and Hizashi was nearly sure he was using the stolen quirk for that. “You see, heroes that oppose me don’t get chances like this. They’re executed in front of a crowd, but Yamada has been so helpful that I allowed him this. And even if things didn’t go as planned, I promised him I would allow you the dignity of a non-public death.”
Aizawa’s eyes widened at the revelation. Whether it was because of Hizashi’s quirk being taken or the realization that many of their friends are dead, Hizashi didn’t really know. At the moment, he couldn’t even gather the courage to look directly at his friend anymore.
“I’m sorry, Yamada, but this is the end of the line for Eraserhead. You can say your finally goodbyes if you wish.” All For One encouraged, but doesn’t give them any privacy.
Hizashi racks his brain for any words. What was he supposed to say now? After everything, after years of friendship, after years of love, after committing the worst crime Hizashi has and will likely ever commit against the person he loved most, what can he say?
“I’ll take care of the kids, Aizawa. They won’t be hurt as long as I’m around.” It’s all Hizashi could think to say. It’s likely what Aizawa would want to hear in his last moments; that someone was going to watch out for his kids.
Aizawa doesn’t say a word and Hizashi can’t bring himself to even look at the man anymore. It hurt too much.
All For One pushes him aside, whatever quirk he was readying for the execution quickly coming to life at his finger tips. Hizashi doesn’t want to be here when it happens, but there’s no way he can leave. He won’t leave Aizawa. Not until the very end.
“Any last requests, Eraserhead?” All For One asks, arm raised and ready to fire.
“You,” Aizawa choked out, a sob barely hidden behind the voice. “You.”
What?
Why would he want All For One?
Curiosity gets the better of Hizashi and he finally looks up at his life long partner for what is perhaps the last time. It surprises him when he realizes, Shouta is looking at him.
“You.” He speaks again.
Oh.
Shouta wants...
He wants...
“You, Hizashi. I just want you.” He repeats with fondness and heartbreak and brokenness and a tear-stained face and that almost smile that makes Hizashi feel like he’s coming home. “I love you. I love you, Hizashi.”
The words don’t quite register completely. He knows, he knows Shouta loves him. And that’s all he can think about right now; the years of laughter, of training together, of patrol, of losses, of triumphs, of disasters, of surprise late night radio call-ins, of gifted sleeping bags, of jelly pouches, of cat videos, of...of...
Of love.
Shouta keeps his eyes on Hizashi and time slows. Shouta’s mouth turns into a melancholy smile. It doesn’t fit, not with the Shouta that Hizashi knows. It’s still the same face, still the same eye abs and dead eyes and stubble. But he’s accepted death, accepted that this is the end.
The last thing Shouta wanted him to know, wanted the world to know, was that he loved Hizashi.
And the next thing Hizashi knows, he’s taking that hit for Shouta before he can think better of it.
ST’s official IG is being so obvious about Lumax but no crumbs for Mileven 🤨? Suspicious
I sent an audio to my friend about this but I didn't want to be repetitive here... but yeah... "suspicious"... I wonder why🤭
harra fruits.
inspired by a poem i love, ‘oranges’ by jean little
TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Name Chapter: Temptation (Daydream)
so mexicans still have to do the landscaping- even in retribution?
HAHAHAHAHAHA
I can feel my heart saying “nah this isn’t what I want anymore” to a lot of things lately
Not to be a simp on your askbox but why is Ray so 🔥🔥🔥 i though Aye was already bad enough for my sanity but here comes Ray like a demon personally sent to torture me. Just what do they feed Khaotung?
Oh, don't worry. Simping is highly encouraged on this blog. Plus, you're right and you should say it. So, as an ode to Khaotung living it up in his bad boy era, I have compiled a list of his five hottest moments from the trailer. Enjoy!
1) Fuzzy Jacket Ray
2) Lord of the Rings Ray
3) "Did I shave my legs for this?" Ray
4) Pillow Princess Ray
5) Tattoo.
in hungarian, “community” is titled “balfékek” which roughly translates to a nicer way of saying “fuckups”
first time - JJK
he’s your peace in the storm, the blood like velvet in your veins, the stardust to your soul, also the ripples in your stagnant heartbeat; you hold onto him like the ocean grabs at the shoreline, even if he brings chaos with his serenity.
✩ a flashback drabble for hell is empty: drabble masterlist ✩
pairing — jungkook x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, bff2l
word count — 5.8K
listen to — moonlight by chase atlantic
warnings/tags — drug lord’s son!jk, new relationship au, this flirty, cute bf jk 🥺, strong language, virgin!reader, secret virgin!jungkook, shy jk + reader, stargazing, strict parents, mentions of drugs, familial conflict, SO MANY feels, soft jungkook + oc is obsessed with his doe eyes but we knew this, first kiss 🥺 & detailed make out sesh, mentions of masturbation & porn, awkward conversations that turn sexy, explicit smut — thigh kink, hand kink, finger sucking, drool, tongue sucking, cum eating, brief handjob, grinding, some dirty talk, biting/scratching, fingering, oral (f), protected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation
note: bye this got SO much longer than i expected it to be 💀 this is the beginning of their love story, but not the beginning of their friendship 🥺 this takes place a year & a half before fast forward (and if that drabble messed you up then this will … nvm just read it 😭)
The moonlight bleeds into the view ahead, crisp air filling your lungs as you try to exhale the worries of yesterday and tomorrow. You tilt your head to the right, two doe eyes locking with yours as you share a shy smile, heart stuttering in your chest. A feeling reserved for him.
“I can’t believe you managed to sneak out,” Jungkook chuckles, scooting a little closer you to you which leaves you hyperaware of the proximity, increasing by the minute.
Your legs dangle over the edge of the van, palms pressed to the plush material of the quilt Jungkook had set. His fingers interlock with each other, veins bulging from his skin. You look away hurriedly once he catches you looking at his hands – like he always does.
“We have guests over,” you sigh, sneaking a glance at him when he reaches over to close one of the canopy windows, “and my father was in a good mood so…they didn’t notice that I left. But I still have to get back early, in case they go looking for me.”
He snorts, rubbing his palms together to ward off the cold, “which they will. But don’t worry, if they call or anything I’ll tell Yoongi to cover for us like the last time.”
“Okay.”
Silence settles between you, which is unusual when you’re in his company. You surmise that the conversation you had a few weeks ago is one of the reasons why. The memory has heat creeping to your cheeks. Perhaps you could see it coming – when he had admitted that he doesn’t care about girls anymore, he only has one on his mind. When he had shoved your shoulder then proceeded to leave a lingering kiss on your cheek, one that had you rolling in bed with your hand pressed to the tingling spot, butterflies fluttering around in your belly.
And perhaps it was a little smug to think that he was talking about you – his best friend – but the kiss had sealed it. The promise his small acts of over-protectiveness and deep conversations over the years had given you that idea.
That he likes you, as much as you like him.
More than a friend.
More than a best friend.
Something you’ve never experienced before. Why?
You were too distracted by the potential of your relationship with him if you gathered the courage to confess. To tell him how grateful you are to have him as a friend, and that you wish it could be more than that.
But Jungkook always had a crowd around him, and you would be silly not to notice the way all the girls in high school would eye him in class, or fight to take the seat next to him whenever the opportunity would arise.
And even if did have girlfriends here and there – he always chose the vacant seat next to you. Or kicked whoever was sitting next to you out.
However, you never cared for his little love affairs, because that was the one aspect of life the two of you had never discussed. And you liked it that way. Fearing that you might ruin everything if you were to accidentally spill your true feelings.
Up until recently.
You don’t know what changed.
Maybe it was due to the fact that you had so much free time on your hands now that you graduated high school, and you’re still figuring out what to do next. Free time spent by his side, whenever your parents would allow.
Your friendship grew, you feel incredibly safe and comfortable with him. A feeling no one else could provide.
“Can I be your boyfriend?”
He had asked, misinterpreting your stunned expression for disgust which you were quick to clear up. With a reflexive hand grabbing his, dropping it when he stared at the point of contact. As if you hadn’t held hands before, in a friendly manner.
But the circumstances were different.
And you were a flustered mess.
“Uhm…yeah. Yes.”
He looked at you in a way you had never seen before, similar to the way he’s looking at you now, those doe eyes could only bring you sleepless nights wondering if they’d ever look at you with so much emotion. And you’re thrilled, thrilled that you can stare into them for as long as you want without the fear of being caught, without the fear of your own eyes giving you away.
He breaks eye contact first, bottom lip sucked in his mouth as his sweet dimples appear, eyes creasing to have your heart bursting in your chest.
How you wish you could kiss him. Take his cute face between your palms and press your lips to his.
But a newfound fear dulls your mood – you’ve never kissed anyone before. And you’re sure he has with his history.
What if you’re a bad kisser.
You can’t be a bad kisser, you’ve practiced before. Preparing for this moment because you were so close the other night – sitting in this very van, watching the stars before his eyes drifted to yours, closing the distance only for you to turn away.
Because you were afraid of being a bad kisser.
Knowing you shouldn’t overthink it, because that would only make things worse, you divert your attention to the sky above. Little globes of light twinkling as it tries to keep away the darkness. They look much better sparkling in his round eyes, a sight that helps you fall asleep better. A feeling no one else could replace.
“Are you cold?”
And then you realize you’re staring at him again, when it’s too late.
“No,” you answer with a sniffle, which gives you away.
He grabs another maroon quilt from the endless pile of quilts he keeps in the dark corner of the van and lets it unravel, shifting even closer so his chest nudges your shoulder, draping it over your trembling figure.
When you look up, you find his face incredibly close, so close the tip of your nose could touch the mole under his lip. You can’t pull your gaze away.
“Better?”
You nod, not trusting your voice because his breath is minty, and you want to kiss him. More.
He looks away, long hand creeping out of the quilt wrap he had made to point at the sky.
“Doesn’t that look like a star?”
“They’re all stars,” you giggle, fists pressed to your knees when his scent floods your nostrils. His scent. The scent from the hoodie he lent you, which you never returned because he didn’t ask. The hoodie you basically use as a pillowcase.
“No, I mean the shape of a star. If you connect the ten dots of stars,” he begins, licking his lips, “it’ll be a star.”
You cock your head to the side, squinting at the sky before you finally see it. A small ‘oooooh’ echoing in the empty van.
He pinches your cheek, voice lowering to a whisper, “you’re so cute.”
Body heating up, you stare at the blade of grass under your shoe, “t-thank you.”
With a sigh, he wraps both his arms around your torso, the tension in his shoulders falling away visibly when you lean into his touch, heart hammering against your ribcage.
“My dad gave me the van.”
Your head snaps in his direction, mouth falling open, “he did?”
He nods proudly, eyes bouncing around the roof of the new Jeep Gladiator his father had bought a few weeks ago. For business purposes.
And now it’s Jungkook’s.
“It’s awesome,” you marvel, craning your neck to look through the front as if you don’t spend most of your days roaming around with Jungkook. Or parked off here at the mountain edge to unwind.
“You think so? I prefer my baby.”
You roll your eyes, knowing that he’s referring to his demon of a motorcycle.
“This is better, more comfortable.”
He hums, chin tipped up, “if you like it, then I like it.”
You tense, stuttering through your words, “no you don’t have to. I mean…your bike…”
Chuckling, he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek, as if it’s nothing. As if you’ve been doing this for years. It feels that way, but that doesn’t tame the fire in your heart.
“This van is for deliveries only,” he informs, bending over slightly to rummage through his backpack, “I got you something.”
“Deliveries?”
You ask as if you don’t know. Everyone would know what deliveries he’s talking about. Except your parents, because they have no idea that you’re friends with, no, dating the infamous Jeon’s son. Who delivers drugs like it’s your morning newspaper.
And they would lose their shit if they knew you accompanied him, ever since you graduated high school, on a few of those illicit deliveries.
But that’s another worry for tomorrow.
“Here,” Jungkook beams, a little shyly, holding up a silver chain that glistens in the moonlight, a circular locket dangling at the bottom, “this is for you. Sorry, I didn’t like the box it came in so I just had it in my bag.”
“Jungkook…” You mumble, taking the locket between your fingers, throat constricting.
“Look—” he twists the bit connected to the side of the locket, cracking it open before he holds it out to you, cursing because it’s too dark under the canopy, but you see it clearly “—I didn’t have any other good photos of us, so I just used the ones from our class photo…you can replace it if you want. I know you didn’t like that photo, but I think you look pretty. I didn’t like my haircut in that picture either, so we’ll definitely take a better picture…hopefully…Do you like it?”
He's right, you didn’t like that photo but with his face next to yours, it doesn’t matter. It’s the most precious gift you had ever received. You hold it to your chest, nodding frantically.
“I love it.”
He lets out a sound between a relieved sigh and a chuckle, bunny smile creeping up to his eyes.
Your cheeks hurt with how hard you’re smiling, unable to tear your eyes away from younger Jungkook, when the picture was only taken a year ago.
“Can I—” he gestures to your neck, eyes wide “—can I put it on for you?”
“Oh, yeah—” you hand him the necklace and turn around, combing your hair over your shoulder.
You flinch when his hands come around to the front, the cool metal of the locket sitting between your collarbones as you feel his knuckles brush against your neck, setting off a wave of emotions.
“Done.”
Spinning around once again, your fingers brush the locket, gaze moving to his.
“Thank you.”
He holds out his arms, silently asking for a hug. You practically leap into his arms, cheek pressed to his warm chest. Your eyes widen when you hear his equally rapid heartbeat, palms curling around his flexing shoulders before you pull away.
A strand of hair gets caught on his earring, you pause, lifting a hand to pull it away but he beats you to it. Brushing it away easily, which clears your view to have you lock eyes with him, head tilted up slightly as your heart beats thunderously.
You swallow thickly when his gaze drops your lips, calloused palm cupping your cheek before he angles his head.
And all you can think is: it’s happening, it’s finally happening.
But then you jerk away, sighing in annoyance when he drops his hand because you wanted it to happen. The image of his pretty eyes fluttering shut, hips lips parting perfectly, his tongue wetting his lips makes you feel like such an idiot because you wanted it – you want it so bad.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble stupidly, attempting to calm your nerves but your head feels hot. And his hand that’s still kept on your face doesn’t make things any easier.
He clears his throat, but his voice is still gruff, “did I do something wrong?”
“No,” you whine, scrunching your eyes shut, “I just…I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
His eyebrows lift, mouth quirking to the side, “I know.”
You gasp, “you know?”
He gives a one-shoulder shrug, “I mean…obviously I know. You’re my best friend.”
You bring a fist up to his chest, “but we’ve never talked about that stuff before!”
“Yeah but…it’s obvious.”
“That I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“No…I mean. Yeah.”
You groan, feeling the tender moment slip away because he’s back into annoying guy best friend mode.
“Wait, wait—” he encircles your waist with his arms, locking you against him “—I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I know you never kissed anyone before because you never had a boyfriend.’
You raise a brow, “you can kiss someone without them being your boyfriend or girlfriend.”
His smile falls, “did you?”
“…No,” you look away, wiggling in his hold.
“Then why…”
“I want my first kiss to be perfect, Jungkook, but I don’t know how that’s going to be possible wh—”
“I can make it perfect.”
Words dissolving on your tongue, you blink at him, breath hitching with how handsome he looks under the pale light, half of his face illuminated while the other remains dark, but not hidden to your gaze.
He nods to himself, as if accepting the challenge.
“You have no idea how long I wanted to kiss you,” he begins, forehead pressed to yours, “you have such pretty lips.”
“So do you,” you breathe, slowly melting into his eyes once again.
He laughs, low and breathy, “just relax and let me kiss you. You’ll see how easy it is. Keep your lips just like that.”
A whimper gets caught in your throat when his thumb presses into your lower lip, his own eyes falling shut has you closing your eyes too, holding your breath as you prepare for the contact.
His lips are warm and supple, the taste of mint passing onto your own tongue as he moves his mouth over yours delicately. And there’s nothing else you can think of except him. You’re kissing Jungkook. That thought alone sends a thrill down your spine and you mimic his movements, closing your lips around his bottom lip while he suckles on your top lip.
The whole time you feel like your heart might soar of your chest.
A little frustrated before you finally let your fingers curl around his neck, gasping softly when he pulls away to place two noisy kisses on your mouth. You chase his lips, sad that it’s already over before reality hits you for the second time – you finally kissed.
“See,” he pants, thumb sliding across your cheek, “easy.”
You nod, chuckling emptily.
“That was a baby kiss,” he smiles, not moving an inch.
“Baby kiss?”
“Mhm.”
You’re given no warning before he grabs the back of your head and takes your bottom lip between his teeth, fast and sloppy, earning a quiet whimper from before you fall into his pace. Stomach doing a flip because you’re kissing him again, and you want to enjoy it. You want to savor the feeling of his lips on yours, catching his top lip between your own. Alternating between sucking and tugging the soft petals of his mouth to hear a low groan from him.
The lower part of your abdomen suddenly tight with the sound. A feeling you experienced alone, under your blanket with your fingers between your legs, pretending it was Jungkook.
You gasp when you feel the hot, wet sensation of his tongue prodding at your lower lip, quickly licking into your mouth as it opens for him, rolling the wet muscle against his because you want to hear him more. His large hands creep to your thighs, sliding around to cup your ass and pull you onto his lap. Any trace of anxiety has simmered away, so foreign yet so accustomed to the feeling of his hands on his skin, wanting more and more.
Tilting your head to the side, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck while the other stays snug around the front, feeling his Adam’s apple bob under your touch, you take his tongue between your lips, his taste flooding your mouth as you move your head back, smiling into the kiss once you hear him moan.
When you settle onto his lap, something hard and long poking into your thigh forces you to pull away and look down, eyes widening.
He looks dazed, eyes half-lidded as he rubs the back of his neck coyly, “sorry…erm that’s my—”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I know what that is, Jungkook.”
His hand cups your hips, “yeah…I’m sorry…we can stop here if you want to.”
You shake your head, driven by desire as you grab the collar of his jacket to pull him closer, reconnecting your lips once again. He explores the wetness of your mouth with his tongue, veiny hands doing the same with your body before you feel his crotch make contact with yours, a feeling that sets your every nerve on fire. You leave it to him, having your way with his mouth as he guides your clothed pussy along his cock.
At this point you’re kneeling over him, his head tilted far back while you suction around his tongue, nails digging into his neck as he bucks his hips into yours. You sigh and moan, relishing in the taste of him, his hot mouth on yours the best thing you’ve ever felt.
Second best thing…
After his lips graze your neck, eyes nearly rolling back with the sensation alone. You’re too far gone to stop now. Soaking through your panties because he’s here and he’s real. Kissing and nipping at the column of your throat, not hard enough to leave scars.
Because that would be the end of you.
Dismissing that thought, you take the time to appreciate how relaxed and in sync the two of you had become, your bodies slotting into each other perfectly. As if his and your lips morphed into a shape that would suit the other – unable to pull away as he covers your mouth in another dizzying kiss.
Your hips seem to have a mind of its own, rolling back and forth expertly, pressing your clit into his shaft then up. And back down. Pleasure rolling through you in a way you’ve never experienced before.
“Fuck,” he pants, lips red and swollen as he watches the way you grind on his cock, “where’d you learn to move like that? With your sexy thighs.”
You want to tell him that you don’t need to learn when it comes to him – it all comes naturally to you.
His bottom lip stays tucked between his teeth, opening and closing his mouth but unable to speak because you’re moving your hips faster, drinking in each and every sound he makes. The sweat beading across his forehead and neck appear like glitter, hands flexing on your body before you feel one slide under your shirt.
“Slow down,” he chuckles, anchoring you to his lap, “slow down baby.”
The pet name itself has a fresh emotion knocking at your heart, his voice almost unrecognizable. Laced with need.
“Sorry,” you whisper, hands splayed across his chest that undulates beneath your touch.
He shakes his head, rising from his elbows to kiss the corner of your mouth, “don’t apologize baby. I just…would’ve came right there if you kept it up.”
Suddenly shy after hearing that, you look away, only for him to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“I always thought you were pretty, but on top of me like this,” he tsks, a smirk punctuating his words, “you look fucking sexy.”
“Jungkook,” you giggle, covering your eyes with your hands as if your pussy isn’t clenching.
“No, no,” he pouts, feigning indignance, “don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me, ___. Do you know what’s gonna happen if we go further?”
You gulp, feeling him squeeze both your thighs, “yeah.”
A hum rumbles from his chest, the boy under you so different with his gaze and attitude. All cocky.
It turns you on even more.
But what makes you laugh is the fact that he’s asking you all these questions as if you’re still a clueless teenager who doesn’t deal with hormones every single day.
“Did you ever watch any…videos?”
“Porn? Yes, I did. Jungkook.”
His smirk grows wider, eyebrow jumping, “really?”
You smack his chest, rolling your eyes once again. Which is the opposite of what’s going on inside your head, heart and…pussy. It’s a circus.
“Really, Jungkook. I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”
In a second, you’re under him, knees hooked around his waist as he presses you the plush quilt. Submerged in darkness, yet you’re still able to make out the way his gaze rakes up and down your figure, ogling the way your boobs spill out of your blouse.
“You’re not? Then tell me, what do you do when you watch?”
The new position has all confidence you’ve built fade away, stuttering when he grabs both your wrists and pins them on either side of your head. He looks ever more handsome from above, doe eyes luring you in deeper, asking you to surrender.
“Hm?”
You flush, eyes dancing across his face before he leans down and presses his lips to your ear, every hair on your body raising with the swift movement.
“I’ll tell you what I do,” he begins, soft lips dragging down the curve of your neck. You’re trembling, not sure what to do with yourself in this moment. The delicious weight of his body on yours is something you wish to etch into your brain.
All you know is that you don’t want any of it to end.
“I find something to watch, but it’s only background noise. Because all I can think about is you, what you would look like naked under me, fucking my own fist and pretending it was your mouth, your pussy, anything as long as it’s you. What your moans would sound like. How fucking amazing I can make you feel. How many times I’ll make you cum in one night. If you gave me the chance.”
You’re dripping, slick slipping down your pussy to settle between your ass cheeks. And you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet and desperate before. Fingers intertwined with his, before he lets go, pulling his sweater off as he kneels between your legs.
Greedily, your gaze drops to his toned abs, reaching up to get a feel of the tough skin. How many nights you spent imagining what he would look like, in this very position. Smiling down at you before he silently asks permission to undo the buttons on your blouse. You watch him take his time with each placket, wishing you could have those long, skilful fingers inside you already.
“Tell me,” he husks, turning around briefly to close the canopy door, blocking the moonlight completely, you admire the muscles on his back, wondering what it would look like when he’s on top of you. Fucking you senseless.
Because that’s what you want.
“Tell you what?”
He kicks off his cargo pants, making a slow descent down the length of your body to stop at your crotch area. Eyes lifting to ask for permission once again.
“You know what.”
You chew on the corner of your mouth, fingers twitching at your sides while he’s peeling off your jeans.
“I think of you.”
A pleased hum sounds from his chest, warm hands gripping your ankles to pull you lower, positioning you to his taste.
“What am I doing when you think of me?”
“You’re…touching me. Everywhere.”
“Hm, and you touch yourself?”
You shut your eyes, nodding meekly, “yes.”
“Show me.”
Stunned, you lift your head off the quilt to shoot him a quizzical look. His lips are parted, zeroed in on your plain white panties. A pink bow on the front. Even if you knew what was going to happen tonight, you couldn’t have worn fancy lingerie – risking your mother finding them when she snoops around in your room. Still, he stares at them like it is fancy lingerie, leaving you charmed.
He repeats his words, grabbing your right hand and guiding it to your pussy. Hesitantly, you spread your legs a bit, embarrassed as you feel his hot breath fan across your fingertips when you touch your swollen clit through the flimsy material, whimpering softly.
“So pretty,” he susurrates, urging you on with the fingers around your wrist, “go on. I wanna know how you would like me to touch you. How you imagine me touching you.”
The thought of him touching you just as you’re touching yourself sends a charge of excitement through you, hand dipping into your panties before you gather your slick on your fingers, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing – hard and fast. You hear him curse, head falling back as you’re enjoy the friction of your own fingers, feeling your pussy ache.
Once you start grinding into your hand, wet sounds increasing, he swats your hand away to pull off your panties, falling flat to his stomach as you feel his warm breath hit your puffy folds.
“Jungkook.”
He gives you one last look before you feel his tongue go rigid against your folds, back arching off the quilt as he tugs at your clothed nipple, shaking his head from side to side.
“Shit!”
You cry out, grinding against his tongue while he slurps and suckles at your clit, your entire body bent to his will as he works you to your high. You’ve never felt such pleasure before, intensified by the fact that it’s Jungkook with his lips pursed around your clit, his big eyes watching your every move, his tongue lapping at your cunt and drinking up every last drop of your essence while he replaces it with his own spit.
His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closing momentarily as he drags his tongue through your swollen folds, thumb snagged on the skin above your clit to expose your pulsating bud to his ravenous mouth more, having your legs fall even further apart, sweat collecting on your back.
“G-gonna—” you shudder, thighs locking up around his head as the coil tightens, the sweet taste of bliss so close, hyper focused on the way his tongue hooks onto your clit at the right angle.
He moans against your dripping cunt, fingers pinching your inner thigh before you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You gasp, pussy closing around his finger as he sinks it in. Your chest heaves, eyes flying open as you sit up on your elbows to watch him fuck his finger into you and lap at your spread pussy. One of his thick, knuckly fingers is equivalent two of yours, dragging along your ridged folds before he adds another, ensuing a strangled moan from your parted lips.
Your head falls to the side, thighs trembling as he curls his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting that spot inside you just right.
“Ah fuck! Right there,” you cry, weaving a hand through his hair as you jut your hips, tongue pressed into your clit while he adds a third finger, loud squelching on each thrust joining your strained moans.
It washes over you a lot faster, eyes watering as you cum on his tongue, crying out his name, tugging at his hair when he fucks his fingers into you at breakneck speed, thrashing under him.
“You taste so fucking good.”
He places one last kiss on your clit before nipping at the sensitive skin of your thigh, leaving you breathless. You only realize you were drooling when he slides two fingers across your wet cheek and sets it on your tongue, pressing down on it. Your eyes flicker up to meet his, closing your lips around the digits and sucking, bobbing your head as best as you can while you’re still recovering from your high.
Grinning, he tilts his head to kiss you passionately, gripping your chin with his slick fingers as he reaches under you to unhook your bra, tossing it to the side along with his boxer briefs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts, kissing down the valley of your breasts as he takes one into his hand, kneading at the flesh to have your pussy aching once again. Hoping he would live up to what he had said earlier. About making you cum.
Because you want it. As much you want him.
He sits back on his heels, cock bobbing against his abs as you admire each other. Goofy smile splitting his face.
His cock is just as pretty as him. Only angrier and redder. You’re salivating.
“I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” you blurt, fingers climbing up his thigh before you finally wrap a hand around the base of his cock. Watching his face as it contorts into pure bliss when you rub at the tip like you remember seeing before, thumb splitting the tip to gather all his juices and spread it across the veiny shaft.
“Ah,” he chuckles breathlessly, rolling his hips into your hand, “l-let me get a condom. Don’t w-wanna – shit, don’t want any accidents.”
A part of you wonders if Jungkook always keeps condoms in his backpack. Of course, he had obviously done this before. But you still hear yourself ask the question.
He fumbles with the foil packet, “yeah…of course I’ve done this before.”
Yearning flares in your lower belly once again, even if you know it’s going to hurt. But it’s Jungkook, it’ll be okay. And he makes it okay, kissing you sweet and delicately as he lines his cock with your entrance.
He pushes his hips forward and you can’t help but whimper, your entire body tensing up with the sensation of his girthy cock presses into your most sensitive parts.
“Shhh,” he hushes, heated palm smoothing down your head, “it’s okay. I’ll go slow.”
His words are strained, biting his lip so hard as he sinks in further, breath knocked out of your lungs once he’s buried to the hilt. You cling onto his back, nails piercing his skin as you feel a tear roll down your cheek, one he kisses away. There’s no other way to describe it except that you feel full, stuffed, pressure building in your pussy and when you clench around him involuntarily, you feel stretched by his cock.
“Fuck,” he throws his head back, chest rubbing into your boobs as he sinks impossibly close, “you’re so tight. Shit, I’m gonna go slow, okay?”
You nod, shivering at the sudden drop in temperature before the heat kicks in again once he starts to move, unable to stop the pained moans from leaving your lips. He throws the maroon quilt you had abandoned earlier over his back, warmth enveloping you once again as he checks in with you.
“This better? Are you sure you wanna continue?”
The crease between his brows, painfully hard cock stuck inside you prevents you from saying no. However, your own burgeoning desire, the tension growing between you is the only reason. And you wouldn’t stop now.
When Jungkook, the guy you’ve been crushing on since the beginning of high school, is buried deep inside you, kissing you so tenderly, hyperaware of your every sound.
You assure that it’s okay, hooking your legs around him and enduring the pain a little longer, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust once you find feeling in your thighs again. He laughs breathily, holding himself up on his forearms as you watch how his thick cock sinks into your dripping cunt, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly when he grabs your thighs and begins to flex his hips into yours at a faster pace.
“Fuck, finally get to fuck this pussy,” he grits, holding you up so his cock can slide in and out, the sounds of his skin slapping into yours fills the balmy air, “you smell so fucking good, taste so fucking good. I could fuck you all day. FUCK!”
The last fuck comes out more aggressive than the others, hips stalling as he twitches and shivers, his chest and neck a bright red. He buries his face in your neck, and you think it’s over, running a hand down the back of his head a little confused.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters, kissing the side of your throat as you feel his cock slip out of your pussy, still throbbing in need, “fuck, you’re just…amazing. I…ugh.”
You laugh, slowly catching up to speed, “it’s okay.”
Muttering to himself, he places several sloppy kisses down your belly, stopping to dip his tongue into your navel. You shiver, mind going hazy when he presses his fingers to your battered cunt.
“It’s not okay,” he grits out, rubbing your sensitive clit in slow circles, “I want you to cum for me, again. Give me another.”
Your fingers twist at the quilt, back arched as he rubs your clit furiously, having you moaning and crying out incoherently before a ringing sound pierces your ears, eyes shut in ecstasy as the sensation hits you once again, cunt fluttering around nothing when you cum for a second time because of him.
He slides in next to you, arm draped around your waist as he kisses you through it, free hand still pressed to your pussy before you twitch with overstimulation, shoving his hand away.
Everything besides you and Jungkook, in this moment, falls away. You seem to lose track of time, enraptured by him as you gaze into each other’s eyes, rubbing your nose against his. The locket sits between your breasts, flushed skin growing hot when he slides a hand up and down your chest, the other drifting over each dip and curve of your body.
You don’t know how long you sit there, tangled in each other. And you’ve never felt such bliss before, a feeling beyond happiness. Engulfed by everything that is Jungkook, your best friend and lover.
He smiles, all dimpled and shy, “that was…”
“Great,” you finish, about to say something else when he cuts you off.
“Do you wanna…go again?”
You answer is an immediate yes, giggling when he presses a kiss to your shoulder and rolls you onto your back, smothering you with his weight once again and his rock-hard cock digging into your belly.
“Maybe I won’t go slow this time,” he beams, sighing when you kiss up the line of his sharp jaw, “and you’ll cum on my cock.”
“Maybe.”
His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, “maybe? Are you challenging me?”
“If that’s what will get you to fuck me the way I want.”
“Hey,” he pouts, “I was being gentle.”
“I know,” you soothe, running a hand down his cheek. Even if you’re still sore from earlier, you’ll have him again, to experience the rush that only he gives. The frenzying lust his eyes alone spark.
A feeling one could confuse with love.
Except you know that it is.
When all you’re secure about, when you attempt to envision your future, is him.
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