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wongyuseokie · 10 months

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Practice Makes Perfect | c.s.c, j.w.w & k.m.g

Summary: Mingyu needed some help sexually. So his Hyungs decided to ask a simple favour of you, and who are you to say no to them? Besides, who could deny them pleasure? ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed Word Count: 2669 words

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Female Reader | Female Reader x Jeon Wonwoo | Female Reader x Kim Mingyu

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, Fluff, PWP. Content Warnings: None. It’s a PWP, and with my bias line. Mingyu is made to be a lot shyer and a little less experienced here. It’s the only way I can humble a man that fine. Mingyu needs some help, I guess? (but does he really?). Mentions of alcohol.

Smut Warnings: Dom! Cheol, Subish!Gyu, Dom Wonwoo! Unprotected sex (pls don’t do this irl). Overstimulation, double penetration, breast & nipple play. Oral (m & f receiving), face riding, squirting. Mentions of public sex. Pet names (good boy, baby boy, pretty girl), praise kink. Pussy slapping. Cum play. Biting, it’s mild. Authors Note 1: Thank you so so much to @here4btsfics & @junkissed-replies for beta'ing this for me! Thank you also to @seungkwansphd for reading and then telling me I should be in horny jail. ILY bby. Authors Note 2: Also happy birthday to Wonwoo, the bestest boy. To celebrate him, let's thirst over a fine-ass man and his handsome friends.

Authors Note 3: tagging my lovely @the-boy-meets-evil because it's her birthday month, and I gotta make her suffer too. Also tagging my lovely Zeta @multi-kpop-fanfics because we suffer the Wonwoo rot today (every day). Tagging my lovely @seokgyuu too. Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Seriously? Hyung, I mean it; how do I make her cum with my mouth?” Seungcheol kept laughing at Mingyu.

“Come on, Hyung; he’s trying to learn,” Wonwoo said with a smile.

Seungcheol stopped laughing and looked at them.

“Okay, fine, Mingyu. Do you think I have a doll or something you would practice on?” Mingyu looked down.

“Besides, it wouldn’t help. Each woman is different. No woman’s clit is at the same location as the others.” Mingyu sighed.

“I know. I just, since my ex, I haven’t been able to, like, I want to make a girl come undone because of my tongue and then fuck her,” Mingyu blurted out.

“Mingyu, I’m sure you’ll find someone,” Wonwoo comforted.

“Anyways, shall we head to Y/N’s house? I’m sure we’re already late?” Seungcheol asked, and the other boys nodded.

You were on your second glass of wine, waiting for the boys to show up. It was movie night, and they had kept you waiting for the past hour and a half, and you were getting antsy.

You decided to pour a glass of wine, which turned into two, and you were sipping when you heard your doorbell ring. You opened it to find your three best friends all looking extra apologetic.

You all had met because Wonwoo had somehow managed to splash water on you at a bar. Seungcheol, the charmer, helped you get some tissues, and Mingyu was there, while he was shy at first, but he soon became your fellow cuddle buddy.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Mingyu over here wouldn’t shut up, so we got delayed.” Mingyu glared at Seungcheol.

“Hyung,” he warned, and Seungcheol smiled.

“I won’t tell her. Chill,” you narrowed your eyes at Seungcheol’s words.

“What were these three up to?” You thought.

You smiled at Seungcheol, never being able to get annoyed at any one of them entirely.

“It’s okay, come on, help me in the kitchen. Wonwoo, Mingyu, get settled, make yourselves at home and pick a movie,” you said, inviting them in, and they followed you into the apartment while Seungcheol followed you to the kitchen.

Moments like these, you were thankful for having a door that led to your kitchen because the minute you had shut the door behind you, Seungcheol had you pushed against a counter and his lips finding yours.

“I’m sorry we’re late, Y/N,” Seungcheol apologised, mumbling the words against your lips.

You and Seungcheol met at a bar, mainly because Mingyu accidentally spilt a drink on you, and Seungcheol took you to the bathroom to help you clean up, and one thing led to another, and somehow you ended up fucking Seungcheol in a random bathroom bar.

It was a good arrangement. You both had amazing sex and no strings.

“What was Mingyu asking about anyway?” You asked, now grabbing glasses and bottles of wine from the counter.

Seungcheol bit his lip, “how to eat a girl out.”

“Didn’t he have a girlfriend?” “He did, but I think he wants it for a one-night stand or hookups so he can, and I quote, ‘make her cum on my tongue before I fuck her,” Seungcheol elaborated, and you smiled at his words. You couldn’t help but picture it; Mingyu was eager, and willing to learn.

“Y/N, I know that fucking smile.”

You smirked, “what if I give him a lesson?”

Seungcheol grinned, “can I watch?”

You and Seungcheol emerged from the kitchen to find Wonwoo and Mingyu sitting on your sofa. Mingyu had removed his leather jacket, leaving him with a sleeveless top showing off his muscles.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, was on his phone, and his tight black shirt was doing nothing to hide how much he had been working out in the last few months.

“What movie did you pick?” you asked. “We couldn’t pick one, so we just have music chilling in the background. Let’s make it a wine night,” Wonwoo replied.

You sat on the couch, and Seungcheol pulled you to his side.

“Mingyu, how’s single life?” You asked innocently, and you heard Seungcheol suppress a laugh as he caught onto your motive.

“Uh, good, you know. Nothing terrible.”

“Easier to get casual sex, right?” You asked innocently, and Mingyu stilled.

“Hyung, what the hell did you say to her?” Mingyu asked, glaring at Seungcheol.

You blinked as you set your glass down, walked over to Mingyu and stood before him. You sat down on his lap, throwing your legs around his waist.

“Mingyu, look at me,” you said, and he did just that.

“Good boy.” Mingyu felt your praise shoot straight to his cock.

“You wanted to learn how to eat a girl out?” You asked, and Mingyu started turning red.

“Do you want me to teach you?” You continued to ask.

“Or?” Seungcheol interrupted.

“Do you want your Hyung to show you?” Mingyu bit his lip at Seungcheol’s words while Wonwoo, who was enjoying this all too much, smirked.

“Show him, Hyung. He’s a visual learner anyway,” Wonwoo chimed in, and you nodded. Mingyu was still frozen. At the same time, Seungcheol sat on the floor in front of you. You crawled off Mingyu’s lap and found a space between him and Wonwoo.

“Kiss me, pretty girl,” Seungcheol instructed, and you did as he asked, placing your lips on Seungcheol’s as he moved his lips with yours. He pulled your lower lip between his as he kept kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

Your moans filled the room, along with the music. Seungcheol’s hands went to your shirt, pulling it off, revealing a sheer bra that left little to the imagination, while his hands found your shorts. He pulled your shorts and underwear off together.

Wonwoo, who was already hard, found the clasp of your bra and undid it, helping you out of the material. He lifted one leg onto his thighs.

“Mingyu, take her other leg,” Wonwoo said as Mingyu shakily moved his hand to your thighs, lifting over his muscular legs. You felt so exposed, and Seungcheol’s hot breath on your cunt did not help.

Wonwoo’s hand found a way to your breast. He started massaging and squeezing the soft tissue, making you moan as he traced circles around your hardened nipples. Mingyu was practically catatonic until Seungcheol told him to move.

“Mingyu. You’ll turn into a statue at this rate. Kiss Y/N.” Seungcheol said as he started stripping himself down to his underwear; you turned your head to face Mingyu, who was turning into a lovely shade of fuchsia.

“Baby boy, kiss me,” you said, and you felt Mingyu practically launch himself at you. His lips found yours, and he kissed you. While Seungcheol was a more passionate kisser, Mingyu was more playful.

His tongue kept running along your bottom lip; he would slip his tongue in now and then and deepen the kiss. Mingyu would gently tug at your bottom lip with his teeth, making you moan and writhe.

Mingyu pulled away to trail kisses down your neck. He bit and sucked his way to your collarbone, ensuring that he ran his tongue over each of his love bites, soothing the area.

You moaned as he continued and tugged his hair, making him look at you.

“Baby boy, you’re so fucking good at that,” you praised, making Mingyu smirk. His lips were swollen, and his eyes glazed over with lust.

A slap to your clit brought your attention back to the room and Seungcheol ’s carnal gaze.

“Mingyu, watch what I do. Watch how I make her cum with just my mouth.” You squirmed at Seungcheol’s words, desperate to feel his lips on your cunt.

You would never let Seungcheol know how good he was at eating you out. He already had a massive ego when it came to his skills in bed, and you didn’t want to inflate it further.

“Mingyu, eyes on her cunt,” Seungcheol instructed, and Mingyu nodded, his hand massaging your breast, mirroring Wonwoo’s actions. Seungcheol leaned forward and ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, you almost hated how easily Seungcheol made you a mess, but at the same time, you weren’t exactly complaining. You moved your hands down to Wonwoo’s trousers while the other moved to Mingyu’s. Both men groaned as you palmed their erections.

Seungcheol ran his tongue up and down your folds until he finally fixed his mouth on your clit.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you whimpered, feeling him smirk against your pussy.

Mingyu’s gaze never once left your cunt. He observed as his Hyung lapped at your cunt. He noticed what parts of your cunt, when touched, made you moan and whimper.

Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your cunt and started to suck, making you buck your face against his mouth. Seungcheol moved his mouth away from your cunt to speak.

“Wonwoo, take her in your lap and hold her tight,” Seungcheol instructed, and Wonwoo did as he was told.

You were sat in Wonwoo’s lap between his thighs, your lower back pressing against his hard length.

Wonwoo’s muscular arms wrapped tight around your waist, immobilising you as Seungcheol dove back in.

Seungcheol resumed his actions as his mouth found your clit again, he kept sucking, and you kept squirming, making Wonwoo moan each time you moved against his cock.

Seungcheol licked and flicked your clit until you whimpered and came on his tongue, and Seungcheol lapped at your entrance, licking your release.

Seungcheol smirked as he stood up. He pulled off his briefs and sat down in between the two men.

“Wonwoo put her on me,” Seungcheol instructed, and Wonwoo smirked and lifted you and lowered you down onto Seungcheol’s cock.

“Y/N, hands around my neck, pretty girl,” Seungcheol commanded, and you nodded and wrapped your hands around Seungcheol’s neck as he started thrusting his hips upwards, making you moan and fall forward.

“So fucking tight,” Seungcheol said as he groaned.

“Mingyu, rub her clit.” Mingyu nodded as his hand moved to your cunt. He gently moved his fingers along your cunt and stopped when he heard you gasp.

“There?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

Mingyu wasted no time rubbing your clit. His fingers moved vigorously, and you were cumming in practically no time.

Seungcheol's groans got louder as you came around his cock. He hissed and pounded into you as you moaned and keened in oversensitivity.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Seungcheol groaned, thrusting a few more times and stilled when he came inside you. Seungcheol slowly pulled out of you.

“Keep my cum inside you,” Seungcheol instructed.

Seungcheol carried you gently and laid you down on the other end of the sofa.

“Gyu, you wanted to eat a girl out? Go on, make Y/N cum,” Seungcheol instructed lazily.

Mingyu bit his lip to suppress a moan. You moaned when you heard his instruction and stayed still, waiting for Mingyu’s mouth. He got so hard at the thought of being able to lick your pussy clean of Seungcheol’s cum.

“Mingyu, take your clothes off,” you mumbled as he approached you. You almost laughed at the speed with which he undressed but then had to bite back a moan when you saw his body.

Mingyu crawled and laid down between your legs. You could feel his breath on your cunt as he moaned and dove straight in. He mirrored Seungcheol’s actions; however, Mingyu was playful. He would alternate between his tongue and lips.

Mingyu moved his mouth away from your cunt, and pulled you up on the sofa. Your hands tugged at his hair.

“More, Mingyu,” you whispered, and he laid down and pointed to his face.

“Ride my face, Y/N,” Mingyu asked breathlessly, and you nodded as you straddled his face, his hands wrapped around your thighs, inching you upwards so he could push his tongue inside your cunt.

You nearly fell forward at the welcome intrusion. Mingyu moaned when he tasted Seungcheol’s cum inside you as he moved his tongue and licked you.

“Do you want more, pretty baby?” You nodded. You heard Seungcheol’s voice from behind you.

You found Wonwoo standing at Mingyu’s head, his cock hard and in his hand. You adjusted yourself and wrapped your lips around his.

“Fuck, can I fuck your throat?” Wonwoo asked, moaning, and you simply hummed in approval against Wonwoo’s cock, the vibrations making him buck his length in your mouth.

Wonwoo started by wrapping your hair in a ponytail and moving his hips in and out of your mouth. You let Wonwoo fuck your throat, and Mingyu kept licking you. You whimpered as you started to feel your orgasm wash over you.

You came around Mingyu’s tongue, whimpering, but Mingyu’s grip on your thighs made it impossible for you to move. He continued licking you while you moaned while deep throating Wonwoo.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m going to cum,” Wonwoo growled, and you hummed, letting him know he could. Wonwoo thrust a few more times until he stilled and spilled his hot cum down your throat.

You moaned as you swallowed him. Wonwoo smirked devilishly. He was far from being done with you, but you didn’t have to know that just yet.

Mingyu kept lapping at your cunt, until you shook your vision, fading as you rode your orgasm out on his face. You whimpered as you felt a strong pair of arms pull you off him and hold you tightly.

“Mingyu, you said you didn’t know how to eat a girl out, and you made this one squirt with your tongue,” Seungcheol said, cocking his brow at him. Mingyu grinned as he licked his lips.

“I watched you, and she liked it,” Mingyu mumbled shyly, and you noticed how hard Mingyu was, and you motioned for him to come forward.

“Nope!” You heard Seungcheol say.

“Cheol, fuck, I need to fuck him,” you protested, and Seungcheol grinned.

“Oh, you will. Just you won’t fuck him alone. Mingyu, lie down again,” Seungcheol instructed, and Mingyu nodded and retook his position.

“Y/N, take him inside you,” Seungcheol instructed, and you practically crawled over and sank yourself on his length, hissing at how good he felt inside you. You felt a hand slap your ass, and you turned around to notice Wonwoo, who pushed you down so that you were lying on top of Mingyu.

You felt Wonwoo push his cock inside your cunt, and your mind went blank as he sheathed himself further and further inside you. Both men were hissing at the tight fit while you just let out whimpers.

Once Wonwoo was entirely inside you, he started moving his hips and tapped Mingyu’s thighs to do the same. You kept scratching Mingyu’s chest, trying to hold on as both men were fucking you. Neither one of them would last long in such a tight fight.

Hisses and moans filled the room as the three of you were ecstatic. Seungcheol was hard and stroking himself at the sight.

You felt Wonwoo cum inside you first, biting down on your shoulder as he did and pulled himself out, making you and Mingyu hiss. Mingyu pounded into your cunt as he came inside you shortly after.

You were panting, trying to catch your breath as Mingyu pulled out of you. You didn’t realise when, but he had you flipped and on the sofa, and his lips on your cunt.

You screamed at the touch, you were so swollen and sensitive, but Mingyu pushed his tongue inside you, moaning as he tasted your cum, mixed with his and Wonwoo’s.

He licked you until you came again. He moved away from your cunt to your lips, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Fuck.” He moaned as he took a seat next to you.

“Okay, it’s my turn to ravage her. You two, make sure you hydrate,” Seungcheol teased, smirking as he pulled you off the couch and threw you over his broad shoulders, slapping your ass as he carried you to your bedroom.

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the-boy-meets-evil · 3 months

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today of all days | vernon

(the lull of the new year never really comes for you, which is fine. it's better to be busy. this year, you're a little too busy planning something else to worry much about valentine's day. It's never been your favorite holiday anyway. but, could your boyfriend have forgotten in entirely?)

pairing: vernon x afab!reader genre: est. relationship, non-idol!au | smut, slight angst, fluff rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~4.6k warnings: mentions of food, there's a little angst, but it's mostly miscommunication, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, marking, unprotected sex (don't do this without talking about it), multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, i think that's it

a/n: happy valentine's day to the always wonderful, absolutely amazing @wonwussy 💕 it's been so much fun to get to write this for you. i hope you enjoy it! this is part of @svthub's cupid for you valentine's exchange organized by my bby @wongyuseokie (who is very amazing and also made the banner & divider). happy valentine's (and carat day)!

There’s usually kind of a lull at the beginning of the new year. Like everyone decides that after the holidays, you’re due for a break. People try to work on their resolutions, businesses expect to see the drop off in their sales. Everything just feels more peaceful. It’s that calm before the storm when everything picks up again.

Not for you, though. At least not this year. February brings Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend’s birthday. You don’t really care that much about the former. It’s nice to have someone to celebrate with, and you’re sure the two of you will do something, but it’s nothing crazy. As long as you have him and a quiet night in, you’re good. It’s the latter of the two things that’s keeping an otherwise peaceful time from being peaceful.

Here’s the thing. Vernon isn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday, never has been. He feels similar to the way you feel about Valentine’s Day. He likes to do something to mark the passing of time, definitely enjoys the presents, but doesn’t feel the need for it to be some huge thing. It’s a little difficult, too, because he’s got another friend with the same birthday. For the years that they’ve been friends, they’ve always tried to work it around each other. Seokmin is a year older and feels a little more strongly about birthdays as something that should be celebrated. Somehow, that led to this year. A coordinated birthday for the two of them with all their friends there to celebrate the both of them. Two different cakes, two different contributions to the menu, and twice as many people to coordinate with.

To say it’s been a bit of a headache is an understatement.

You love Vernon. He’s been your person for over two years and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You also love to plan things for other people as a way to show them how much you care. This has just been a bigger undertaking than you imagined. Especially when you have to keep the party under wraps. Vernon knows you’re doing something with a group of friends. He thinks it’s only a small group. But, he’ll appreciate it all the same. Just like he seems to appreciate everything that you do.

“Babe,” Vernon calls from the living room. He’s in the middle of gaming with Wonwoo, connected by their headsets.

“Yeah?” you answer.

“Wonwoo says that I’m gonna get in trouble for not planning some big thing for Valentine’s,” Vernon tells you.

You can hear the protests from Vernon even through the headset, which makes you chuckle. “As long as we get to cook something together and have a night in, I’m good.”

“See?” Vernon says triumphantly. There’s a pause where Wonwoo must be asking something. “Oh, yeah, I’m definitely getting a gift.”

“What?” you ask with clear surprise. Gifts were not part of the plan for this year.

“It’s nothing big, but I’ve got the perfect idea,” Vernon says with a familiar look of mischief.

“Oh no, no you are not,” you counter. He bursts out in a cackle. “Vernon, you are not getting strawberry flavored condoms for Valentine’s Day. We don’t even use condoms.”

The laugh through Vernon’s headset is just as loud. You would probably be embarrassed if it was anyone else, but Wonwoo has been in both of your lives long enough that most barriers have been erased.

“No, don’t worry, that wasn’t actually it. I have a plan,” Vernon says and you watch him suspiciously. “Promise!”

You decide to let it lie for the time being. At least partly, because you don’t want to keep standing there while he’s playing video games. Partly because you knew it meant he would be distracted enough that you could sneak off to the bedroom to make a call about the party.

Jeonghan had not been your first choice for a party planning committee because sometimes it’s hard to get an actual thought out of him. You’re not always sure what he’s thinking. But, he’s Seokmin’s best friend and one of the best schemers you know. Thankfully, these days he really only uses his talents for good. Well, it would be thankfully if you didn’t harbor a grudge over a prank he played when you first met.

Miraculously, Jeonghan is also free and willing to do some final planning. It’s that stage where the final group of friends get clued in. Some friends, who shall remain nameless, had to find out much closer to the day. They just couldn’t be trusted to keep the secret. You’re actually impressed that you’ve managed to keep it from Vernon and Seokmin. You confirm that Vernon doesn’t know. He would have absolutely told you. Jeonghan also confirms that Seokmin doesn’t know because he can’t keep a secret either.

When you wander back out into the living room, Vernon is still very engrossed in his game. You kiss the top of his head, watch the small smile with his eyes trained on the screen, and plop down at the other end of the couch. You prop your computer on your lap and reach for your headphones when Vernon turns to you between matches.

“Wanna order in for dinner?” he asks and you smile.

“Oh from that place around the corner?” you suggest. Vernon rolls his eyes without any real annoyance. It’s your favorite place.

“Whatever you want, babe,” he says and turns back to the game.

It’s easy, not only because you like it, but also since you know what he orders there. He’s kind of a creature of habit. Maybe you are too, since you always want to order from the same place. It’ll give you a chance to watch a few things while waiting as well as giving Vernon the chance to keep playing with Wonwoo. The gaming is always seamless for them after years of working together.

When the food arrives, Vernon finishes his last game so that he can eat with you. It’s one of the things you love about him. He’s so thoughtful with things like that. When you first moved in with him, you were a little worried. You had never lived with a partner and weren’t sure how to navigate it. As it turns out, with the right person, it’s pretty easy. You leave each other to do your own things and then come together after.

“You’re sure you’re okay with a quiet Valentine’s Day?” he asks when you curl into him after dinner.

“It’s a little late if I’m not considering it’s in two days,” you say with a light laugh.

“I’m being serious,” he says.

“I’m good, Vernon. I’ve got you and we’re going to make something together,” you say.

“I promise not to burn down the kitchen,” he assures you.

“You’ve been getting a lot better,” you say. “Plus, we also have dinner this weekend for your birthday.”

“We don’t really have to do anything crazy for my birthday, you know. It’s so close to Valentine’s Day and…” Vernon trails off before you press a kiss to his lips.

“I love to celebrate your birthday. It’s another year of you and everyone should be thankful for that,” you say.

Valentine’s morning comes bright and early. Sun streams through the cracks in your shades. Not quite enough to wake you up, but enough for you to know that it’s morning. You smile and stretch out, thinking it’s probably earlier than you need to be up. As you’re considering waking Vernon up to celebrate the day when you register an emptiness.

You’re the only one in the bed.

You open your eyes and confirm what you already knew. Vernon isn’t in bed with you. The door to the bathroom is open and the light is off, so he’s not in there either. Although you prefer to lay in bed to wake up, curiosity gets the better of you and propels you out of bed to the living room. The entire apartment is quiet, still. Well, still apart from your cat that’s weaving between your legs. He doesn’t seem hungry, so you think he’s just wondering what you’re doing. It’s odd that he would have left the apartment so early in the morning.

Padding back to the bedroom, you find your phone on the nightstand, plugged in like it always is. When you unlock it, you have a myriad of messages and notifications. Conspicuously absent, though, is a message from your boyfriend. There’s nothing to tell you where he is or went or could be. Which is odd, yes, but mostly it just makes you a little irritated. Sure, you don’t ever want to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. It’s plenty to spend the day with someone you love that loves you back.

Vernon can be a little spacy at times. It’s not his best quality, but it’s also impossibly endearing. Maybe it’s because you know how much he’s thinking about when he’s got that look like he’s never had a thought in his life. It also makes him really chill, which matches you well. He doesn’t always have to be going or doing something. But, he’ll just as happily go out and be your shield because he’s much more of a people person than you are.

All this to say, there’s part of you that wonders if the holiday just slipped his mind. It’s not like it’s a big deal, you said as much to him. But, you still expect something. Even if it’s just to know where he is so early in the morning. You hate that you wonder if he forgot because you trust Vernon with your life. He can get distracted sometimes. One time, he got so caught up in a project that he entirely forgot dinner plans with his friends.

The mature thing to do would be to send him a text and ask where he is or even to wish him a happy Valentine’s Day. You’re not feeling especially mature, though. And you feel very justified in that annoyance because he’s the one that left early. He should be the one to let you know where he is. It should not be on you.

Trying to push the thoughts of Vernon out of your mind, you get ready for the day. Opt to leave earlier so you can buy yourself something to eat and some coffee on the way. By the time you reach work, you’re even more irritated rather than calmer. Every radio station was playing love songs that fit the genre. Every host seems to want to know what people’s plans are for the day. The coffee shop by your office was decorated in red, white, and pink hearts with all sorts of specials for the day. When you head into the office, it only gets worse. People have flowers on their desks, are exchanging happy wishes, talking about how they can’t wait to get out of work for their plans. Some people are spending it with partners, others are spending it with friends. Either way, everyone seems to have plans that are better than whatever will be waiting when you get home. Why did Vernon have to pick today of all days to be forgetful?

Your work best friend stops by your desk with the typical cup of coffee mid morning and stops in his tracks when he senses your mood.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Minho asks.

“Wow, hello to you too,” you respond when you take the coffee from him.

“You seem like you’re in a bad mood,” he says.

“Maybe I am,” you answer.

“But, it’s Valentine’s Day and you have, like, the most perfect boyfriend. What’s there to be mad about?” he asks.

“Can’t be the most perfect boyfriend if he was gone before I woke up and didn’t even text me to say anything,” you say with all the irritation you feel.

That catches Minho’s attention. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I woke up and the bed was empty. No note. No text. Just empty,” you say.

“And you haven’t heard from him?” Minho presses.

“No,” you say, only to be distracted by your phone lighting up.

“Looks like a message from him,” he observes.

You quickly glance at your phone, hating how eager you feel just to hear something from him. It’s disappointing, though.

Vernon: sorry that i wasn’t there when you woke up, i had a last minute errand Vernon: when do you think you’ll be home from work?

Instead of telling Minho what happened, you just hand your phone over to him. His grimace says all you need to know. It’s not an overreaction.

“That’s…all he’s said to you today?” he asks.

“You can scroll to see,” you say because he still has your phone.

“No thanks,” Minho says with a laugh. “I don’t wanna accidentally see something.”

“It was one time,” you say, snatching your phone back with an eye roll.

“And I’m still scarred,” he says. “What are you going to say back?”

“Nothing,” you say.

“But…” he starts.

“No, I’m not saying anything. I know I’m chill about this holiday, but to not even say anything? And what errand does he have to do at 7 in the morning?” you ask, more irritated that you had been.

“If you want to hold onto a grudge, who am I to stop you?” he asks when he stands. “Let me know if he manages to get out of the dog house.”

With that comment, he’s off to his own desk. It usually goes something like this every day anyway. Minho shows up with coffee for you, looking to see what you have to say. Even though he’s the one that has the best gossip. Sometimes, he just wants someone to share it with. It’s a nice reprieve from your irritation. One that he repeats in the afternoon, which is a break from the norm. Unfortunately, the irritation that settles in his wake is worse than before he stops by.

You consider staying at work late when the end of the day comes. It’s not like you’re in a rush to head home. There’s also a part of you that wants to punish Vernon for forgetting a holiday that you don’t even care that much about. (Okay, maybe you care, but that’s the whole point of having someone you love that also loves you to spend it with.) Staying late by yourself feels even worse when nobody else from the office is. Everyone seems to be out the door as soon as the day ends. And, despite not answering any of Vernon’s messages, you know he’s home. At least it’ll give you the chance to figure out how to approach this.

The drive home gives you a chance to run through all sorts of conversations in your head. You’re still stewing, a bit, because you’re upset at how the day went. But, you’re also preparing yourself to have a potentially difficult conversation with Vernon. Of course, he’ll be receptive to your feelings. He always is. It’s more that you’re frustrated it happened in the first place and don’t want your feelings to seem invalid.

All of that goes out the window the second you step into your apartment. The lights are low, so it takes your eyes a second to adjust. When they do, however, you see that Vernon has transformed your living room into a scene from your favorite video game. It’s like stepping into another world. Every little detail is so carefully thought out that you can’t even appreciate it all in one look. Your feet carry you forward to examine the small things. The ones that very obviously took extra effort. You’re so busy appreciating it all that you don’t even notice Vernon coming in from the kitchen.

“I know we said no presents, but I wanted to do this anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, pulling you out of your head.

“How did you…” you ask, unable to even finish the question.

“I found someone who had this whole set for their ex and wanted to get rid of it. He was practically giving it away, but I had to go pick it up like 2 hours away,” he says.

You look around and can tell the level of care that went into creating this. “That’s why you were gone when I woke up?”

“Yeah, I left you notes on breakfast in the fridge and coffee in the microwave, but I guess you didn’t see those,” he says.

“I’m so sorry,” you say and don’t even realize that tears started to fall until Vernon’s pulling you into his arms.

“It’s fine, what are you sorry for?” he asks, holding you tightly.

“I spent the whole day thinking you forgot Valentine’s Day and being mad. That’s why I didn’t answer your texts,” you say.

“I just figured it was a busy day and you were excited to get home,” Vernon says.

“I’m so sorry,” you repeat.

He pulls back so that he can look down at you. Wipes the tears gently away from under your eyes. “It’s fine, babe. I’m not upset at you when I can be forgetful.”

Nobody has ever done something like this for you. You can’t imagine how long it took to transform the living room this way. There aren’t any words you can think of to express how much it all means to you, so you just press your lips against his. Throw your hands around his neck to keep him close to you. He’s surprised, at least for a second, before he pulls you in tighter against him and kisses you back. It’s not the time to talk, at least not right now. How could you have thought this man would ever forget?

“Can I show you what I was thinking about before I realized you were already gone this morning?” you ask when you break the kiss.

“Should I be concerned?” he asks.

“Just trust me,” you say and pull him into the bedroom with you.

Any hesitations that he may have had disappear when you resume kissing him. Your fingers nimbly undo his pants so that you can slide them down his legs. The clothes come flying off in a flurry from there, far quicker than usual for the two of you. There’s just an urgency given the way the day went. Neither of you seems to want to let your lips leave the other. As Vernon kisses down your neck, you take the opportunity to push him back onto the bed.

It’s the first time you take a second and you appreciate how beautiful he is laying on the bed. The lean lines of his muscle, his eyes hungry as they drink your body in, the way his cock rests heavily on his stomach. You need to do something, though. You nudge his legs apart as you settle yourself onto the bed between them.

“You don’t have to…” he starts and you’re quick to cut him off.

“I want to,” you insist.

And you do. You take his cock into your hand and lick a stripe up it. It’s not enough, though, so you spit into your hand so you can run it along his length. He shudders under your touch. Once you wrap your lips around his tip, you pull a groan out of him. For just a second, his eyes close and his head lolls back on the pillow. It’s so pretty to watch him from this angle. To know that this man, usually so relaxed and chill, is so wound up under your power. It’s not long before he’s watching you, though. Letting out a stream of praise for how good you look with his cock in your mouth. How it turns him on, how you know just how to use your tongue. You hollow out your cheeks and it’s more than he can take.

Vernon pulls you up so that he can kiss you, so hard that you lose your breath. You’re a little off balance, which makes it easier for him to flip your positions. Now he’s the one between your legs. That same fervor is back when he spreads your lips so he can lick up your entrance. He’s always been insanely good with his mouth. It’s actually unfair. When his thumb circles your clit, you see stars for a second and arch your back into his mouth. All you can do is watch as he works his tongue in and out of your cunt. The thumb on your clit is bordering on too much sensation. Makes it hard for you to watch him even though you love the sight of him between your legs.

“Fuck, Vernon, I need more,” you whine.

“I should make you draw it out,” he says, still so close to your pussy that you can feel his breath.

“Please, Vernon, please,” you beg. You know it’ll make him cave.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he answers.

He runs his fingers through your folds before sliding one into your pussy. The moment his mouth finds your clit, he inserts a second finger and pumps into you at a punishing pace. It’s everything you can do not to squirm under his efforts. As it is, the words coming out of your mouth are entirely incoherent. What you want to say is that he’s a god with both his mouth and his fingers. That he knows just how to fit you where you need him most. That nobody has ever felt as good as him.

What you manage to yell out: “Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna come.”

Vernon hums against your clit and it’s all too much. Your release is nearly instant. You don’t even notice how he guides you through your high or that he doesn’t remove his fingers until your body stops shaking. Miss the way he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing you. Not that you would mind. His lips wander down your neck to your chest, kissing all the way. He loves your breasts, loves the soft skin there. Loves to nip and watch the way you react. Most of all, he loves to leave marks there. Even if you won’t let him mark you where other people can see (at least, not often), you’ll always let him mark up your chest. He roughly sucks a mark into your sensitive skin and you squirm.

Any other time, you would let him enjoy it. Let him take his time. Not today. You need to feel him. Need to have that connection with him. He seems to realize it too.

“Roll over on your side,” he directs.

You hasten to do exactly what he asks. He slides right in behind you and you bring your leg forward a little so that it’ll be easier on him. One of his arms slides under your neck. The other lines his cock up at your entrance. He presses lightly, at least at first, giving you time before he’s fully inside you. No matter how many times you and Vernon fuck, you’ll never be fully prepared for the way he feels. It’s the most perfect type of full. Just enough of a stretch without it being overwhelming.

It’s only a second before he starts moving, with his hand on your stomach. Not too fast. Just enough to give you the relief that you need. Not enough that it’s going to push you over the edge again. You’re still sensitive, though. The connectedness of your bodies is exactly what you need. It’s intimate in all the ways that you couldn’t tell him that you needed. But, he knows. Of course, he knows. This man knows you better than anyone else, a fact clear in how he thrusts into you.

Vernon’s free hand moves from your stomach up to your breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers and you groan out. That’s the other best part about your relationship with Vernon. There isn’t a need for constant communication during sex. He knows what you like and you know what he likes. He knows how to interrupt your moans and your pleas. Knows when to pick up the pace.

It’s entirely too soon when you feel your second orgasm coming on. “I’m close, oh my god.”

“I know, baby, just come for me,” Vernon urges as he continues to thrust hard into you.

Despite that, you try to hold out because you know that he’s not there yet, can feel it in the way he fucks into you. It’s a losing battle, though, and you end up coming even harder than the first time. Vernon fucks through your high before slowing down to give you a minute to breath. Always so considerate of what you need.

“It’s okay, keep going,” you urge.

He doesn’t have to ask if you’re sure, he can feel it in the way you clench around him. Makes him groan as he moves again. You’re still a little out of it from the two orgasms, so it doesn’t register just how sensitive you are. You tilt your head so that you can kiss him. Catch all his groans with your lips. Partly since you know how much the intimacy of it all means to him. Know that it’ll send him over the edge.

A minute later it does just that. Even though you feel spent, he manages to pull a third orgasm out of you with his own. There’s a moment when you’re both catching your breath that neither of you move or even say anything. It gives you a moment to remember just how much you love him. Vernon slides out of you carefully and you roll over so that you can face him.

“I love you,” he says with a soft smile, fingers gently moving a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I love you, too,” you say.

“Do we have to get up right now?” he asks.

You shake your head and let him pull you into his body. His arms feel strong and safe around you. Like home, which is what he’s always been for you. From entirely too early into the relationship. A feeling that’s only grown in the time you’ve been together.

“I’m sorry,” you say again.

“You don’t need to be, “ Vernon assures you. “I’m forgetful sometimes and you’ve been busy lately. I figured this was a good way to say thank you for everything you do.”

“What? The sex?” you joke.

He huffs into your hair. “I take it all back.”

You pull back to look at him. “It was perfect. Almost as perfect as you.”

A light blush creeps up. “I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” you whisper into his skin when you cuddle back against his chest.

“We still have to cook dinner,” he says.

“Let’s just order something. I don’t want to move from this spot right now,” you say.

“We can stay as long as you want,” he says.

Forever, you think. That’s how long you want to stay with him. It’s never felt more real than it does right now. You think, by the way he holds you, that maybe he wants to be with you forever too. It may have gotten out to a rocky start, but it ends up being the most perfect Valentine’s Day of your life.

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saetoru · 2 years

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#𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ kento’s adjusting to life with a scarred face and body, one day at a time, hand in yours.

— pairing ⋮ nanami kento x reader

— length ⋮ 5.2k words (it could be worse methinks)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, post-shibuya incident (i've not rly gotten that far into the manga, so there isn't too much from it), nanami lives, he's having a hard time adjusting to his scars :(, insecure nanami, hints at ptsd, mentions of marriage and having children, body worship, blowjobs, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie — he might be ooc i tried my best 🥹

— notes ⋮ this was supposed to be posted for his birthday…which was a month ago :,) anyway happy (very late) bday to my first ever jjk love—you are still the most special in my heart i miss you dearly. ty bby mich for reading over this mwah ily lover 🫶🏽

“here,” you murmur, smiling at nanami before setting the mug of coffee down on the nightstand beside him, “just how you like it.”

it’s a routine by now.

every day, at nine am sharp, you rise from your side of the bed, adjust the curtains so the small peek of light from the cracks doesn’t disturb him as he sleeps, hum the same little tune as you shuffle out of the room, and you make his coffee. it’s the same every morning—black with two spoons of sugar—and sometimes, it’s the only thing that feels the same for nanami since he’s come home from that day.

nanami doesn’t talk about the scars on his body. he doesn’t even really tell you details of how he got them after the incident. the only thing you really know is that it was bad, that he was half dead and half gone. he’d even left a voicemail—you still have it saved on your phone. he remembers walking through the pain, faintly thinking about how he couldn’t see through his left eye, and he thinks for a moment that he’ll die. he realizes that his goodbye kiss that morning would be the last kiss he’d ever give you, so he makes sure to part with at least one final piece of him before he does.

but somehow, he wakes up. he opens his eye—one of them is permanently gone—and he sees you tearily gasp and shoko breathe in relief. and then he realizes he’s alive.

“you should drink it while it’s hot, kento,” you say gently, carefully, like the wrong words are hot water to sunburnt skin. and you suppose they are—just that these burns are far worse.

he only hums, sitting up with his back against the bed frame and his eye still trained on his phone in his hands. nanami’s never really been one to use his phone longer than he absolutely needs to, but these days it serves as a good reason not to look up and meet your eyes—a perfect excuse to hide that very visible side of him he just can’t ignore.

“thank you, love,” he mumbles.

“what do you want for breakfast? i can make—”

“i’ll eat later,” he says quietly. hallow. “you can go ahead and eat without me.”

nanami kento has never really dwelled on whether or not he’s attractive. not before missing half of his face, and certainly not after—that much hasn’t changed. what has changed, however, is that he now dwells on how unattractive he is. he stares a little extra longer in the mirror, walks a little extra faster when he strides past you, is a little extra cautious to make sure you’re never on his left side. you pretend you don’t feel him stiffen under your touch, and he pretends he doesn’t notice your eyes dim every time.

on most nights, he has the same recurring dream. one of a wedding—with pictures of you both gathered around by laughing friends and family, pictures on the wall in a house of your wide smile and his soft eyes staring at you. pictures that he’ll someday show your children, pictures your children will someday show their children, pictures that are worth reminiscing over.

but then, just as his hand reaches for the frame of one, the same agonizing burn from that day spreads through his cheek, down his neck and arm, and stops just at his hip until he’s left numb on one whole side of his torso. then he’ll glance back at the photos, and suddenly, the same sunken hollows of his bones and the same marred skin of his face greet him. he wakes up every time to you beside him, watches the rising and falling of your unconscious figure that’s noticeably closer to him as you find him in your sleep each night despite him maintaining distance.

he often thinks about the vacation photos you’ll never get to take, the family albums you’ll never get to make together, and sometimes, nanami wonders if he really is alive and well when he grieves for himself. he grieves for everything he ever was. everything he ever could’ve been.

“kento,” you sigh, making yourself comfortable on the mattress, right next to his figure as your arm presses against his. it’s quiet—but it’s not the same comfortable silence you’re used to with nanami. he’s not the same tall and steady mountain—now, you think, he’s just an ant pile on the ground, too easy to kick away as you pass by like it was never there. “come have breakfast with me,” you insist.

“i’m not too hungry right now,” he says instantly. he doesn’t let you hear any emotion to his words, doesn’t give you a lot of opportunities to pick up on how he’s feeling or what’s on his mind. it’s an added burden, he supposes—asides from caring for his wounds, asides from pretending like you’re fine and things are okay, you have to deal with all the feelings he can’t seem to handle himself.

nanami has only shown you a vulnerable side once since he’s come home. it’s after the first time he tries to take a shower, when the water pelting against his raw skin hurts too much for him to handle, when the heat of the water burns at the sore spots. he has to take a bath instead, so you help him wash his body gently, carefully rubbing over the skin with a washcloth like you would a newborn. he lays on your chest that night, clutches at your shirt and slots his body between your legs while you kiss his forehead and rub his back until he sleeps.

after that, he sleeps on his side of the bed every night, and he doesn’t dare let himself cross over to yours. you try to stay on your half of the mattress until he’s ready, but you can’t control the way your body seeks his out in your sleep. by morning, you’re curled around his good arm, and he’s painfully stiff on his back as he sleeps, not moved an inch from the night before.

“kento, you never skip breakfast. you’ve always lectured me when i try to,” you furrow your brows, “just eat a little.”

“i’ll eat later,” he repeats, a tad bit firmer this time. you sigh before pulling the covers over your legs and settling deeper into the mattress.

“fine,” you huff, “i’ll just wait for you.”

“don’t be stubborn,” he frowns.

“i’m not.”

you pinch your nose, rubbing over the bridge to collect yourself. you try to be patient with nanami. he’s always been patient with you, always gentle and kind even when he’s tired. he needs you now, so you try to do the same for him—try to be as perfect for him as he would be for you if the roles were reversed.

but it’s hard for you too.

it’s hard to see the shell of the man you used to know. you love nanami even with taut skin and rough scars. you love nanami even with an eye patch and a trembling hand. you love nanami even with distant words and scarce touches. you love nanami even if he doesn’t want to deserve your love, and you’ll keep loving nanami until he loves himself too.

but it doesn’t stop you from growing impatient some days.

“kento, the only one being stubborn is you,” you say frustratedly, the slightly irritated exhale you try to hide does not go unnoticed by him.

he sets his phone down and looks at you fully for the first time in a long while.

“i’m not,” he says dryly, “you can eat without me, i said i’ll eat later.”

“and you can join me for once instead of sitting here and feeling bad for yourself.” he doesn’t say anything after that.

you wonder for a moment if you’ve gone a little too far, if you’re making things about yourself when they should be about him. you wonder if you’re selfish, if you hope he’ll heal for the sake of healing, or for the sake of being your kento again. you suppose maybe both.

but then you wonder if maybe he’ll ever even be the same kento again. but you think you’ll love this kento just as much as the old one—you think you’ll love every version of kento in every life.

“i’m fine,” is all he says.

nanami does not want to have breakfast with you. it’s not because he doesn’t like being around you—on most nights, he counts his blessings that you’re still climbing into bed beside him instead of packing your bags and walking away. it would be the easy thing to do, and he wouldn't blame you. maybe then, you might have a semblance of a normal life, a normal husband who doesn’t—didn’t, he couldn’t go back now—fight cursed blobs for a living. a wedding with happy pictures. a house with photos on the wall. children with a father they can go to the park with. family vacation albums you can put together.

it’s all things he’s robbed you of, all things he let burn away along with the healthy flesh he used to have. he knows that if he tells you this, you’ll insist nothing’s changed. but paper does not smooth down no matter how flat you press it after being crumpled, nanami kento knows this better than anyone else.

he doesn’t want to have breakfast—he can’t stomach the idea of sitting across from you at the table, of feeling the aftershocks of failing you first thing in the morning. lunch and dinner are hard enough as is, and he doesn’t want to skip those and offer you lonely meals along with the pain and suffering he’s already brought onto you through his injuries. he also doesn’t want you to have to stare at his pink flesh and pathetic eye patch and trembling hand. he doesn’t want you to realize you’re stuck, bound to a cage to care for a flightless bird when you deserve the sun’s rays and the wind blowing between your own feathers.

perhaps if he’d died, you’d have mourned him for a year or two. maybe three. perhaps if he’d died, you’d keep one of the ties he’s always worn—the ones you can’t help but tease—and keep them in a box with a photo. maybe you’d meet someone new, someone who’d teach you how to laugh again, to smile and feel the wind on your face and the grass between your toes. maybe you’d get married and throw the bouquet with a sweet laugh and hopeful eyes. maybe you’d move on and be happy—and if he got lucky, maybe you’d take out the picture and tie from time to time, looking back and remembering him too.

but now you’re stuck somewhere in between a stranger and the man you love, he thinks. and he’s stuck somewhere in between the living and the dead.

“you’re not fine, kento,” you sigh, shuffling closer until you can hug his arm. he lets you, looks down at his lap and lets himself ignore his mind screaming no in favor of feeling you press your warmth against him. truth be told, he misses your touch—he just can’t find it in him to let himself have it. “and you don’t have to be. not right now, at least. but someday—”

“someday, i’ll have even more regrets than today,” he says skeptically.

the sun pours through the small cracks of the curtain, hitting the skin he desperately wants to hide. he almost feels the ghost of a lone tear in the eye he doesn’t have.

“no,” you say firmly, reaching to cup his cheek and turning him to face you. you trail your thumb over the scarred skin, rubbing over what would’ve been the apple of his cheek like you always do, like nothing’s changed. “kento, you’re alive. you have things to live for,” you say softly, leaning and pressing a kiss under his eye patch.

and when a single tear rolls down the eye he does have, you catch it with your thumb and rub it away.

“not a wedding,” he mumbles.

“why not?” you tilt your head in confusion, “you…you don’t want to get married?”

“of course, i do,” nanami says quickly. he pauses, ponders his words for a moment before he decides to turn his body and face you fully. “i’m sorry,” he offers with a strained voice.

“what are you apologizing for, kento?”

“you won’t have the pictures you wanted. we won’t have photos on the walls, or vacation albums, or—”

“of course, we will,” you argue, furrowing your brows like the words he’s uttered are completely absurd. he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair—thankfully, that’s grown back in full, otherwise he doesn’t think he’d go out in public at all. the stares from people are expected, but he thinks the looks he’d get from being half bald might just have been a bit too much to handle. “kento, we can still do all the things we wanted. nothing’s changed.”

“everything’s changed,” he clenches his jaw, “i’d ruin them. the pictures, the moments. everything. if we had kids, i couldn’t even take them to the park, or drop them off at school, or pick them up. they’d get bullied by the other kids, the parents would whisper about you. i’d ruin it all. i am ruining—”

he doesn’t get to finish that last statement.

you climb onto his lap, cupping his cheeks with both hands and silencing him with a kiss. he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back even if he doesn’t understand how you can be kissing him in the first place. it’s like muscle memory. it’s involuntary, the way his lips mold against yours. like the way his heart pumps blood and his lungs breathe in air, like a compass points north and the sun sets west, nanami kento’s lips press back against yours as firmly as he can without fail.

“not to me,” you whisper against him as you stop to breathe, “you wouldn’t ruin a thing to me. our pictures would be perfect, and our vacation albums too. our kids would be lucky. i’m lucky, kento,” your voice wavers. your eyes are glossy and your lips are trembling. you clutch his shirt this time, inching yourself closer until all that’s left is to climb into his skin. you’d do it if you could—scars and all. “i’m lucky you’re here, i’m lucky you’re alive. that you’ll scold me to go to bed on time at night. that you’ll make sure i don’t leave the house on an empty stomach in the morning. that you’re here to let me untie that awful tie of yours or hang your coat when you come home. that i don’t have to sleep alone. that i get to take bubble baths while you wash my back. that we can hold hands while we watch a movie. that you’re here kento—with me. i’m not…i don’t have to be alone. i’m alone when you’re gone,” you croak, tears slipping past your cheeks and splashing onto his shirt under you. “i don’t…i don’t wanna be alone. without you.”

it’s nanami who kisses you this time—and it’s the first time he kisses you himself, the first time he closes the gap and presses his lips to your own since he’s come home. he pulls your body flush against him, trying to make up for the time he’s kept you away. you kiss him back hard, silent streams of tears running down your face as you desperately taste him on your tongue. it’s a messy kiss, not like most of the kisses you’ve shared with nanami. this kiss tastes like narrowly missing death, like the reaper’s scythe misses by a hair, like heaven has closed its gates to grant you one more day on earth.

you pull away first, and he almost protests until you kiss under his eyepatch again. you trail your lips down his cheek and jaw, littering soft pecks along the raised skin of his neck while he breathes heavier. he lets out a shaky breath when you gently lift the hem of his shirt up slightly, waiting for his approval—and he almost wants the pull the covers over his body and shut his eyes and sleep again, but he decides to take a chance and let you peel his shirt from his body.

he doesn’t meet your eyes. he can’t. not when you’re staring down at his skin, tracing along the line that separates healthy flesh from scarred—along the line that separates his past from the present. and then you cross over to the side that’s not so perfect, that’s not smooth and promising under your touch, the side that’s rough and tight and a reminder of things he failed to do—and you kiss it.

“you’re beautiful. perfect,” you murmur as you kiss along his collarbone, all the way to his shoulder and back again, down his chest and along his abs, right to his waist where you press one last kiss to his hipbone sweetly. he’s panting by now, and nanami is more than a little embarrassed that he’s as hard as he is from something as little as affection.

but your lips are so near where he needs them so badly—and it’s been ages since he’s let himself indulge in anything sexual. even on his own.

“can i?” you hum, making him groan when you roll your palm over his crotch, feeling his erection poking through his pants. he lets his head fall back, lets his hands clutch the sheets under them as you untuck him from his pants when he nods. “missed you, kento,” you murmur, kissing the head of his cock.

the gesture makes him shudder, a weak grunt falling from his lips as he breathes heavier, letting out a soft groan when you smear the dribbling pre cum from his tip along his length. he’s sensitive, you note, more than he usually is—maybe it’s from not doing this for so long, maybe it’s from finally letting himself indulge in your touch after avoiding it, maybe it’s from the excitement that you still want him enough to do this. whatever it is, nanami moans softly when you stroke him slowly, chest rising and falling as you squeeze the base of his cock with every drag of your fist, cursing when you lean and press a small kiss to his inner thigh from your spot between his legs.

he spreads them a bit wider to make more room for you. he’s on what used to be your side of the bed—he lays there the first night so his burns aren’t next to you, and you don’t have it in you to protest. looking up to meet his gaze, you smile gently at him.

“do you want to stop?” you ask as you rub his thigh soothingly, “we don’t have to if you—”

“no,” he pants, “just…i…i’d like to keep going,” he says quietly. with that, you shoot him a bright grin, one that makes his heart flutter in his chest and his cock twitch between his legs. you pump him a few more times in your hand before leaning in to press a kiss to his tip once more, this time swirling your tongue around the fat head of his cock, gliding through his slit. he groans, low and deep from his chest, lets a hand fall to your head while the other fists the sheets.

“love you, kento. i love you,” you murmur, and then you’re taking him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around his length and swallowing around him. he bucks his hips on instinct, gasping when your hand comes to fondle with his balls, massaging them gently while you bob your head up and down his cock.

“f-fuck,” he rasps, “feels…feels good,” he breathes, closing his good eye and letting his head fall against the frame of the bed. you hum around him, the vibrations making him twitch slightly above you before you pick up the pace.

it’s messy, the way you loosen your jaw and fuck him with your mouth, the way his tip hits the back of your throat as a mix of your drool and his pre cum drips down your chin. he lets out a breathy whine when your tongue drags along the vein under his cock—he’s always been sensitive there. you still know him like the back of your hand, like he’s the same, like he’s not a stranger but the man you love, like nothing’s changed.

nanami has felt the warmth of your mouth pull him into blinding pleasure more times than he can count, but he never thought something so vulgar could make him feel so warm in his chest. you bob your head down, taking him deeper into your mouth, and he chokes on a cry of your name as he cradles the back of your head.

“‘m close, love—f-fuck, you sh-should—” he tries to warn you with a gentle tap to your head, but you’re determined to push him off the edge, so your hand squeezes around his balls a bit tighter, rolling the sensitive sacs in your hand and making his hips buck upwards as he grunts in surprise. he cums with a twitch of his cock, his orgasm crashing over him sooner than he expected. you hear him gasp, moaning brokenly as his eyes close and his lips tug between his teeth, hips rolling into your mouth against his better judgment. you swallow what you can of the hot, sticky ropes of cum that paint your mouth, hand pumping the base of his cock where you can’t fit. every crack in his voice and every low call of your name as he spills into you makes the walls of your pussy clench around nothing, an ache steadily building between your legs.

“so good,” he pants, spilling the last few ropes of his cum as he cants his hips up, “f-feels so good.” you pull away, swallowing whatever’s in your mouth as you stare up at him, making his eyes close as he lets out a low groan at the sight. you giggle when his cock twitches again between his thighs, still hard and heavy between his legs.

“not enough, baby?” you tease, kissing just below his belly button before you climb onto his lap, cupping his face as he smiles softly.

“i suppose not,” he chuckles lightly, “i don’t think i’ll ever get enough of you.”

“i love you, kento,” you murmur again, kissing along his jaw and nipping at his skin. his hands grip at your hips, squeezing firmly as he guides your clothed cunt to rub against his cock, making you sigh against his neck as your clit rubs over him through the fabric. “so much, you know. i don’t think i could ever stop.”

“yeah?” he asks quietly, “you think so?”

“yes,” you pout, wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crevice of his shoulder. he wraps an arm tightly around you, rubbing the small of your back as he feels you as close as space permits you to get—and even then, it’s not close enough. “i’m pouring my heart out, right now. you could say ‘i love you too,’ you know. now would be a perfect time.”

you feel his chuckle rumble from his chest against yours, and it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh since he’s opened his eyes that day.

“no need to get so impatient, love,” he teases. nanami feels the sun soak his skin through the cracks of the curtains, and he sees the way it catches in your eyes and brings out the small flecks in your irises as you pull from the crook of his neck to press your forehead to his. the day has only begun, but he thinks for the first time in a long time, there’s more waiting for him. “i,” he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, “love you too.”

“a lot?” you bat your lashes with a cheeky grin. he shakes his head in amusement.

“i’ll have to think about that one,” he pretends to ponder for a moment.

“kento,” you whine, pouting deeper. nanami chuckles once, then twice, and then soft, sweet laughter pours from his mouth like honey trickles from the comb. it makes you giggle with him, contagiously pulling you to join his moment of glee. his chest is light but his arms are heavy with the weight of you in them—and he can’t ask for more.

maybe nothing’s changed after all.

“a lot,” he agrees with a nod. “i love you a lot. more than anything.”

“i want you more than anything,” you whisper, gently grinding your hips down on him, biting your lip as he drags along your throbbing clit. you whimper softly when his hand travels under your shirt, kneading your breasts in his palms as you roll your hips against him.

“i think i can give you that,” he murmurs.

it happens quicker than you can imagine. your shirt is pulled over your arms and your bra is unclasped. nanami flips you both over so your back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over your chest, lips wrapping around a pebbled nipple as he sucks and rolls his tongue over it. your hand clutches at his blonde locks, head thrown against the pillow as you whine, back arching a little when his hand reaches for your other tit and his fingers rub and pinch at your nipple so as not to leave it neglected.

“k-kento, please,” you breathe, “more.”

he hums, switching his mouth and his hand to give the same attention to the other side, slotting a knee between your legs and spreading them wide. you’re dripping, pussy aching as it craves the stretch of his cock. it’s almost nauseating, how much you need him—thankfully, he seems to have an idea.

you breathe his name the same way you always do when he slips himself into you, breathless and in love, brimming with lust and awe, glossed with ache and need. he sets his jaw and presses his forehead to yours, feeling your tight walls squeeze him in as he lets you adjust. and when you buck your hips with a greedy whine, just like you always do, he all but pulls out completely before slamming into you, just like he always does.

“god, kento,” you moan, “so full. feels good—always make me f-feel good. only you.” he groans at your words, hips rutting into you desperately as he chases the friction of your wet cunt, lost on the way your walls flutter around him.

you were made for him, he thinks, the way your pussy hugs around him, the way he fits so perfectly, the way your bodies slot against each other just right when you pull him close. nanami kento is sure you were sculpted by steady hands, deliberate and slow—and he can only hope he’s enough to be yours, enough to reach for your hand and feel the way your fingers entwine and your heart seeps through your palm into his.

he’ll cradle it carefully, until he’s enough for you, until you’ll willingly take his heart when he hands it to you too.

but something tells him from the way your cling to him, arms around his neck, chests pressed so closely that your nipples graze, that you want his heart in your palm too.

“fuck,” he grunts, “missed fucking you like this,” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as you mewl, raising your hips and meeting his sloppy thrusts halfway. “missed the way you take me so well, love. so tight,” he breathes.

he lets a hand travel between your bodies, rubbing at your clit in slow circles that make you squeal, legs wrapping around his waist as your thighs tremble. his fat tip kisses your sweet spot, the one he knows by heart as he angles his hips and slams into you with precision, the slow, sloppy roll of his hips building up your orgasm in a steady ache. your hands find his hair, tugging at the roots as you let wanton moans spill from your mouth. and he’s everywhere, his skin against yours, his mouth pressing hot, searing kisses along your jaw, his vein dragging along your walls as his cock curves into you just right.

you can feel the coil in your belly tighten until it’s just ready to snap, can feel yourself get closer to your high, can feel the way nanami is close too as he twitches in your dripping heat. he’s groaning into your neck, head falling into the juncture of your shoulder as he lets out deep grunts, balls heavy and aching to release.

“kento, kento,” you chant his name. it leaves a tender feeling swimming in his chest, fond and proud and a little grateful all at once. the way you say his name like that makes him think you still need him, that he’s still enough, that he’s still everything you want. and when you tug at his roots, letting out a soft sob as his thumb rubs harshly over your sensitive clit, he smiles a little against your skin. “‘m so close kento, n-need it. need it so bad, please.”

“let go,” he kisses your neck, “cum for me, love.”

and you do. hard.

it’s been as long for you as it has for him—sometimes you let yourself forget that. but he slams himself into your walls, your slick smeared messily along your thighs, and you cum on his cock with a silent sob. your back arches as you cling to nanami, tugging at his hair while he fucks you through your high, groaning deeply at the way your walls spasm around his cock.

your high sends him hurdling into his own release, his second orgasm rippling through his spine as pleasure burns through every nerve. nanami’s head falls to your shoulder, and he faintly registers your hand cradling the back of his head as he desperately ruts into you, rhythm sloppy. he paints your walls white, thick ropes of cum filling you up as he fucks his load deep into your sloppy cunt.

“god—you’re all i need,” he moans, “everything i need—c-can’t lose you, never you. i love you. i love you,” he chokes, panting as he trembles in your arms with the last new waves of his high. you’re repeating the words back—and through soft sniffles, he faintly registers—while your fingers are gently threading through his hair.

and when he slips out of you, slumping onto the bed beside you as he collects you in his arms, he realizes that this is the first time he’s laid on his side of the bed since he’s come home to you.

“i love you, kento,” you say for what feels like the millionth time that night. and you think you’ll keep repeating it for as long as he needs it. “thank you for coming home to me.”

“thank you for bringing me home,” he smiles, kissing your forehead.

you kiss over his scarred skin, he brings the sheets over your bodies, and nanami kento is home. nothing’s changed.

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phantomspiderr · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Marc

Pairing: Marc Spector x afab!reader & Steven Grant x afab!reader

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: You think birthdays are something important, a chance to celebrate your favourite person, to give them anything they want and make them feel good. And maybe Marc will look forward to his birthday from now on.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ smut bby, unprotected p in v, fingering, a little manhandling, it's fluffy i'm ngl, use of the nicknames baby & sweetheart

a/n: besties i'm ngl i'm exhausted and i've probabaly missed things in order just to post this cause I started writing it like a week ago and just got the urge to finish it. So i'm sorry if i'm missing tags and stuff, let me know if there's things missing. But I hope you like it anyways, love you, appreciate you and now i'm going to sleep

“Marc,” it comes out in a breathy whisper and your lips are pressed back to his skin before you’re even finished drawing out his name. For once, by some miracle, you’d woken up before your boyfriend so it was only right to wake him in the best way you know how. It was also just coincidentally his birthday and you think today should be all about him and things that make him feel good.

Continuing at your slow pace, you place kisses on his cheek, moving down to his jaw and then his neck. If he was awake he’d call you a tease, especially with the way you’re straddling his waist, and definitely for your choice of clothing—or lack thereof. You’d maybe went online and bought yourself a cute, new underwear set and maybe you’d planned to buy it the week before Marc’s birthday. Now, you just have to hope it will be Marc fronting when he wakes, not that you’d complain if it was Steven or Jake.

You call his name again, hoping that will somehow unconsciously pull him to front as you gently tug on the neckline of his tshirt so you can press kisses to his collarbone. Your hands move delicately against his skin too, lightly brushing over his arms or holding his face and they sneak under the hem of his shirt to feel the relaxed muscles there.

“Baby.” This time his body stirs a little, a deep, quiet groan escaping him. A smile creeps its way onto your face as you sit back to admire him. He looks so pretty like this, hair all tousled against the pillow and face completely relaxed, the frown lines that seem like a permanent feature faded with sleep.

Your hands are still resting under his shirt against his stomach, slowly creeping higher before coming back down. His body begins to wriggle every time your featherlight touch runs across his sides and a giggle bubbles in your throat when he half-heartedly swats your hands away. Mercifully you stop your hand's cruel pursuit and go back to pressing tender kisses to his neck. You quietly call out for Marc again between kisses and this time he shifts more, the quiet groans turning more into little whines. The sounds only spur you on more, holding his chin in your hand so you can switch sides. Your ministrations continue until you feel his hands anchor themselves on your hips. He’s pushing you down more into his lap, the contact forcing a whimper out of you.

You keep his face delicately held in your hand and go back to kissing his cheek. His hands start moving up your sides, shivers running up your spine at the movement.

“Well this is some way to wake up,” his voice is groggy and any other time you’d smile and egg him on to talk more until the rough tone faded but it’s not the voice you’d hoped for. You physically deflate, your head briefly sinking into the pillow over his shoulder before you sit up again. Fighting the urge to quietly moan when you accidentally grind against him.

“What’s wrong, love?” The sweet British accent you’d normally swoon for only causes your pout to grow. Upon your withdrawal from him, Steven’s eyes had shot open, the creases between his eyebrows harsh again.

“I was hoping for Marc,” you sound like a spoilt child. You know that’s not how it works, you can’t just request who you want at that moment. And anyway, you love all of the boys equally so it shouldn't matter. Never do you want one of them to feel inferior to the others but the quiet oh that leaves Steven has you panicked you’ve done just that. “No! I didn’t mean I don’t want you, Steven! I want you, trust me. It’s just… it’s silly. I wanted to do something for Marc because it’s his birthday.” Your voice dies out before you even finish. You’re looking everywhere but into his eyes and suddenly you wish you had more clothes on to cover up.

“Oh love,” Steven props himself up on his elbows, fingertips just grazing your knees. “You know how Marc feels about his birthday.”

The more seconds that pass the more silly you feel for trying to do anything.

“I know.” It comes out meekly, your eyes fixed on your hands that pick at the threads of Steven’s old shirt.

“Hey,” suddenly Steven sits up, his hands soothingly cupping your cheeks and your gaze moves straight to his face, “if this is what you do for Marc’s birthday, well then I can’t wait for mine.”

Your face cracks, the sad exterior fading the longer you look at Steven's cheery features. The man seems to have a way of always making things better.

“You know,” his eyes flicker to your lips only for a moment, “just because Marc’s not here doesn’t mean you have to stop.” Steven's rare boldness always surprises you, “it’d be a shame to waste all of this.” He leans back just a little so he can rake his eyes over your body, his hands moving down to your waist and pressing you impossibly closer. It causes you both to let out a satisfying sigh.

“You do have a point…” you let your own eyes trail down his body as your hands slowly pull up the hem of his shirt, exposing more of him. You quickly grow impatient with your own actions, tugging his shirt up and instinctively Steven raises his arms so you can pull it off. You’re both moving in the second his shirt is off, lips crashing against one another in a hasty, messy kiss. You’re sinking further into his hold as his hands grip onto you for dear life. It’s completely impulsive when you grind yourself down in his lap. It clearly takes Steven by surprise because his head falls back and a low grunt escapes him. You do it again, this time placing a kiss on his jaw and he holds you down, one of his arms wrapped securely around you. He’s back to looking at you and already he’s wrecked, panting, and disheveled. Still, even in his tight grip you manage to roll your hips, the friction feels so good and you crave more of it.

“Right, as pretty as this is, take it off now.” He snaps the elastic of your underwear causing you to squeal and jerk in his lap again. It’s ungracious and desperate the way you climb out of his lap and tug your underwear down your legs. It seems Steven’s just as desperate as he awkwardly pulls off the sweatpants he’d slept in until he’s completely naked.

Steven looks into your eyes with pure adoration, his hands touching your thighs delicately as you settle back in his lap. You sit back on his thighs and Steven’s hands curl around to rub your back. He even blushes and has to look away when you hold his face and smile at him, a glimpse at the sweet Steven you’re used to. His head rests on your collarbone and automatically your hand slips around into his hair, gently combing through the wild curls. The soft moment has you relaxing in his hold so much so your body flinches when Steven’s hand unexpectedly grazes the inside of your thigh. Then he has you gasping in seconds, his fingers running through your soaked folds. His movements have your body rising, almost like it’s trying to get away from his touch. The hand in his hair tightens, especially as he begins to circle your clit, and your other hand grips his shoulder so much your fingers ache. The stimulation is enough to have you breathily moaning already then he’s raising his head to look at you with that dopey grin before he pushes two fingers into you, causing your jaw to drop. There’s a welcome sting before your senses are steeped in pleasure. Steven’s fingers build a pace slowly, his thumb now brushing against your clit each time he sinks into you.

Steven looks at you like you’re the pyramids like you’re some unexplained wonder in the world that very few people get to experience. The eye contact becomes too intense that you have to close your eyes and your head instinctively rolls back. You allow the pleasure to consume you, your hips now grinding against his hand and whimpers of his name filling the room. You’re so lost in the growing feeling of your climax creeping closer that you don’t hear him speak, let alone hear the change in accent or the way his grips got a little tighter. It’s only when you feel a sharp bite to the top of one of your breasts that your head snaps back down with a yelp.

“Look at me.” That thick Chicago accent is prominent in your ears now. “Keep your eyes right here, sweetheart,” and he smirks when you dumbly nod your head.

“Marc.” You’re panting now as he moves a little faster and rougher than Steven had. It’s his turn to be impatient, he’s trying desperately to use speed and more force to pull your orgasm out of you quicker. It takes a second for your body to adjust to the change but then you’re crying out for him, begging him to keep going. Your hand's can't stay still, they keep moving to touch him anywhere; his shoulders, his back, his neck, and then they finally rest on his face. Your fingers dig into his cheek and his jaw and you keep your eyes on him like you were told.

“That’s it,” he hits the perfect spot that has you squeezing around his fingers, “just a little more baby.” Marc keeps his speed steady now, using his arm that's wrapped around you to assist in grinding your hips. Your head’s spinning now, your heart thudding in your chest and you can’t think straight. Now, you’re kissing him or at least trying to between cries of pleasure. Marc chuckles as you gasp and clutch onto his shoulders when he ceases movement of his fingers. He continues to rock your hips and instead moves his thumb faster against your clit. Your forehead is pressed against his, your eyes are screwed shut and you’re climbing higher until you’re plummeting off the edge.

“Couldn’t miss this,” Marc’s taking advantage of your hazy state, nuzzling himself into your neck, “gods I can’t wait baby. I need you now.”

Your mind is still somewhere in the clouds, not really comprehending what he’s saying but you’re nodding. You trust him enough to let him do anything to you.

Marc’s moving eagerly, his soaked fingers slip out of you which causes a whimper to escape you. You’re pretty much a dead weight, your body feeling too heavy to move but that doesn’t stop Marc. He moves you like you weigh nothing and you let him manhandle you, flipping you over onto your back so he can be on top.

“I love you so much, baby.” You’re smiling up at him when he says it, head still all floaty. He looks so ethereal like this, his eyes focused on his hand that’s now stroking himself. His toned chest heaving quicker now. “So lucky to have you,” his free hand pushes one of your thighs down, exposing you more to him. Normally you’d hate being this exposed, you’d want to cover up and hide yourself away but Marc looks at you like you’re it. You’re everything he’s ever wanted or needed like he would physically wither away without you.

It’s different from the way Steven looks at you, everything about Steven is gentle and soft but Marc’s more meticulous and complex. Marc’s gazes say more than he thinks he can articulate, his eyes always full of love whenever he looks at you. Only in truly intimate moments like this does he let his guard down enough to be able to share all those feelings that swim around in his head.

“Need you, baby.” Your eyes fall shut when he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, quiet whimpers flowing past your lips as he slowly pushes himself in. Your hands loosely cling to the sheets and unconsciously you’re bearing down your hips toward him, unexpectedly forcing him deeper. Marc’s hand slams down on the mattress next to you, a curse sharply coming out of him. You open your droopy eyes to see he’s closer now, leaning over you completely with his furrowed brow and tense features. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, Marc seems to have this power to make you feel fuzzy no matter what.

“Hey,” you’re blinking up at him the second you hear his voice, “look at me.”

It’s not a command like the last time he said it, no, it’s more like a plea. He wants you to look at him like he’s the only person to ever exist, or that he’s the best person to exist and you do. You look at him as if it’s the last time you could lay your eyes on him, soaking up every detail and trying to portray all of the love you feel for him.

Your hand moves up to hold his face again, the other finding purchase on his side. You raise your head just enough so you can kiss him, it’s only brief but a smile creeps across his face. Marc lowers himself to rest on his elbow so he can kiss you again, over and over while he slowly starts to rock his hips. The gentle pecks quickly turn fervent as his thrusts pick up their pace. He’s not going too fast but it’s consistent and deliberate. His free hand lovingly rubs the outside of your thigh that’s crept up to encase his hips.

You can feel the familiar tightening warmth already blooming again. The hand that was cupping his face moves into his hair. The messy curls slip through your fingers as you pull him impossibly closer.

“I-I need-ah-I love-“ you can’t even form a coherent sentence. You want to tell him that you need him, that you love him, that he is truly all you’ll ever want. You’d planned all these things you wanted to say to him, how exactly you wanted to pour out all the good things he makes you feel. You wanted to make him feel loved, to maybe replace some of those bad memories he holds with new happy ones. You were supposed to be the one making him feel good and here you are an intelligible mess because of how well he’s treating you.

“I know-I know, baby.” He’s breathing so hard, panting from exertion. The hand that’s resting on your thigh holds on a little firmer, a sign he’s found a rhythm that works for him. Marc kisses you again, it’s surprisingly tender for the situation you’re currently in. It is however cut off quickly when he lets up the prettiest sound. His forehead thuds against your shoulder, a mixture of moans and grunts freely falling past his lips. It drives you insane in the best way possible, you think maybe you could get off on that sound alone.

“Hey-hey, look at me. Look at me.” You’re almost whispering, practically sounding like you’re begging. You tap your fingers against his head to grab his attention more. He’s a sight to be seen when he lifts his head, half-lidded eyes and lips parted and heaving in air. Loose curls flopped against his forehead and the crease between his eyebrows is so prominent now. You don’t care about anything other than the way he looks right now. You don’t care how many times you get to see him like this, you want to memorise every single time.

Marc stutters on his words, his mind clearly just as muddled as yours. You can tell his body is tiring despite his hips moving faster as he chases his climax. Your body feels frozen pressed against his, you can only cling onto him. You squeak out his name as the hand on your thigh tightens, almost certain there’ll be fingerprints imprinted there for the rest of the week.

Suddenly, he’s mumbling out the sweet nicknames he calls you, his face screwing up even as he fights to keep his eyes on you. Then it’s sweeping him under, his energy spikes and he thrusts a little harder. His orgasm washes over him completely, you catch his eyes slightly rolling back as they close before his head falls back against your shoulder again. His hips keep moving as he cums, slowing the longer he goes until he just stops moving completely. Your hand moves out of his hair to soothingly rub his back as he comes down from his high. You can feel his breath panting against your collarbone, his chest heaving still. You turn your head so you can press a kiss into his hair, whispering words of love into the dark curls.

“I’m sorry.” Your face instantly scrunches when you hear the apology, waiting to hear the reason why. “I couldn’t miss this. I needed you so bad.” You laugh once before pausing and doing it again until you’re full-on giggling. Marc lifts his head with that same furrow of his brows for a different reason this time. “What?”

“This was for you,” his eyebrow cocks up a bit at that. His eyes just briefly glancing down at your chest, still covered in the nice-looking lingerie. Your hand slips back to hold his cheek again, your thumb rubbing back and forth lovingly as you look up at him. “I wanted to do something special for your birthday. I know it’s silly and we don’t-“

“Oh we’re doing this every year now,” Marc’s smirking at you now and the insecurity is flushed out of you, “however you’re gonna have to make it up to Steven.”

“Me?!”

“Poor guy’s a mess, you can’t just leave him in that state sweetheart.” He laughs when you begin protesting that it’s not your fault. Marc’s chuckles die out as he looks down at you smiling up at him. Your heart thumps in your chest still when he looks at you. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together they all still have a way of making you feel giddy with just one look. You push up unexpectedly to kiss him briefly, your head falling back against the pillows so you can look at him again.

“Happy birthday, Marc.”

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mystolli · 1 year

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## . . . [ birthday bitch ] !!

𖦹︎ genre: smut

𖦹︎ w/c: 2.9k

𖦹︎ cw: afab! reader (no pronouns specified), aphrodisiacs, handjobs/fingering, praise/light degradation, creampie, overstim, squirting

𖦹︎ a/n: im sorry for being 3 days late to posting for my bby’s bday!! im so bad with deadlines guys … but anyways happy bday kaeya i am forever yours 🫶

[ 10:12 AM ]

your plan for kaeya’s birthday was simple enough. a party tonight, invitations sent to all the knights. jean, lisa, rosaria, even diluc. cake, balloons, presents…

but it was your job as his lover to add a little twist to pick things up.

as you explained to him your proposals for the night, kaeya kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked through the market. “it sounds lovely.”

“but I also have a little game for us to play,” you finished, smiling at him in a way he knew wasn’t meant to be as doting as your previous words.

“oh?”

from your pocket, you pulled out a small unassuming pill. “you enjoy competitions, don’t you?” your eyes sparkled. “this is an aphrodisiac.”

kaeya nodded, peering at the pill, a smirk on his lips. what did you have in store for him this time?

“so how about this:” you pulled him in close, whispering so anyone passing by couldn’t hear. “I give you this tonight, for the party. if you can’t make it through without needing to relieve yourself, no birthday sex for you. but if you do…” you tugged his collar a little bit in the way you knew he liked. “i’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

he looked at you, surprise on his face, before he switched to his cocky grin. “it’s my birthday, isn’t it? shouldn’t I be the one making demands?” his features hardened into a combative grin. “but it’s a deal.”

[ 5:48 PM ]

everything was going according to plan. streamers were hung in the party area, glasses of wine and champagne circled the area, and dim lighting coating the room with a cozy feel. kaeya stood by the island table, flipping a coin absentmindedly as he waited for you to finish getting ready.

he heard the pattering of your feet and turned to greet you with a suave smile. “dear, the guests will be here any second…” he stopped mid sentence to marvel in your beauty, eyes growing wide as his confident facade slipped away in the sight of his love. you finished clasping the necklace he had given you for a special occasion around your neck, fixing your hair and straightening your clothes. “sorry I’m late, I was rushing—” you paused, watching his eyes take you in from top to bottom with something hazy in his gaze.

“you look ravishing,” he finally spoke, pulling you in once you were close enough. “angels pray to look like you.”

you blushed a bit, containing your composure by placing the pill in his palm. “maybe it’ll be some more incentive for you to lose tonight.”

he rolled his eyes, popping the pill back with a swig of wine. “you’re almost too much to bear, making me suffer so much on my birthday.”

“well, if you keep your dick in your pants for the next two hours, we’ll see who’s suffering tonight.”

he opened his mouth to retort before there was a knock at the door, to which you smiled at him coyly, walking away to greet the first guest of the night.

kaeya shook his head, an amused expression on his face as he sipped from his glass again. he listened to you greet the visitors, wondering if maybe this wasn’t the best idea for his own sake.

[ 6:56 PM ]

this was definitely not the best idea for him.

a challenge that seemed easy in retrospect had greatly undermined him. he had obviously underestimated the strength of the pill, the ache in his pants, and his darling doll that seemed to be purposefully riling him up at this point.

the party had been wonderful so far. it was easy for him to take shots with lisa and rosaria, engage in discussion with jean and some of the other knights, and even work up some conversation between him and diluc. the first half of the party had been a breeze, tricking him into thinking the rest would be too. but he noticed his palms began to sweat. his cheeks were heavily hued, his body almost overwhelmingly hot. suddenly the gossip wasn’t loud enough to distract him from his thoughts, the alcohol not strong enough to stop him from looking at you across the room. and it wasn’t long before he had to hide behind the counter, readjusting his pants to hide the tent he could now barely conceal. he slapped himself lightly a few times.

get your head in the game. only an hour left to go.

he could win this. he just needed to get his mind off of things. unfortunately, you had other plans.

you knew kaeya well enough to tell he was struggling. the others around couldn’t sense anything was off, but you knew he was cracking. he was right where you wanted him.

you walked over to the counter he was conveniently hiding his lower half behind. your breath ghosted over the shell of his ear, fingers dancing on his arms. “sure you don’t want to give in yet?”

he looked away, peering at the guests to make sure none of them were watching. “why would I? I’m doing great.”

“really?” you crept under his arm, pushing yourself in front of him to brush your ass against his crotch.

he groaned a bit, looking back at the guests. “shit baby, don’t do this to me right now.”

“what, scared you’re going to lose?”

“you’re acting all high and mighty now, but an hour from now things will be very different for you,” he watched as you sent an innocent smile to a passing knight. “you might even be begging on your hands and knees for me to touch you.”

he lightly moved you away from him to release the friction you were building on his groin, blocking all the thoughts trying to break the dam and let a flood in.

“well, not if you don’t make it to the next hour.” you shot back to his comment, grinning.

“my, someone’s feeling bratty today.” kaeya raised his eyebrows at you, flipping his coin in the air and catching it with a quick hand. “we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” he strode away, taking his wine glass with him.

as unbearable as this was for kaeya (no matter how much he tried to hide it), it was nearly torture for you as well. even though you hadn’t taken an aphrodisiac, watching him fidget with his slender hands and cross his ankles had you thinking of things you weren’t meant to at a birthday party. this whole situation was getting you worked up too, to the point where you eyed the clock every few minutes, waiting with baited breath for the hand to hit eight.

[ 7:32 PM ]

kaeya was seriously worried he might not be able to make it through the next half hour.

he found it to be abhorrent that he couldn’t even make it a full two hours on this pill, but it was starting to etch itself into the recesses of his mind. he excused himself to the bathroom more than once, only to splash water on his face or take a breather. he always made it quick, knowing your watchful eyes would interpret his absence as something else.

finally, things were picking up when they cut the cake, and kaeya almost felt relief knowing it soon would be coming to an end. this truly was a different kind of suffering. every time he thought of what he would do once the guests were gone, all kinds of images and ideas started crawling through him and he had to use the bathroom again to refocus.

meanwhile, you had to remind yourself to keep your eyes off of kaeya. because the longer you stared at him, the more you noticed his red tinted skin, the way his eyes looked clouded as if he was thinking of something else, and soon you were unconsciously pressing your thighs together.

when the clock struck 7:49, kaeya made sure his efforts to look tired were notice. maybe it was rude that he was trying to trick his friends into leaving, but he couldn’t stand this anymore. he knew in the next fifteen minutes, his composure would shatter and he would lose the challenge.

the first pair of knights left at 7:52, wishing him a happy birthday as he raised his glass at them in a thank you. slowly, a few more trickled out, and a few after that. diluc handed him a large box, conservatively wrapped, before he bid the two of you good night. kaeya’s heartbeat began to pick up, noting the last few guests in sight.

[ 8:00 PM ]

at 8:00, only lisa, jean and one last knight of favonius remained.

kaeya’s foot tapped anxiously, his hands shaking a bit around his glass. he wasn’t going to make it.

but to his luck, lisa and jean kissed the two of you on the cheeks, thanking you for the lovely evening. together they dragged out the last knight (who was almost too drunk to stand) and let the door shut softly behind them.

you turned the lock, letting the silence wrap around the two of you.

when you turned, kaeya looked like a fucking animal in heat. his tie strewn, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, eyes filled with a piercing lust. almost immediately he was on you, pushing you up against the door and locking your lips with his messily.

you let out a muffled sound in surprise, but fell into the softness of his mouth. he kissed you until he couldn’t breath, letting his hands finally wander up your body the way they’d been itching to all night long.

when he finally broke away, you slipped out from his embrace, walking towards the direction of the bedroom. but he grabbed you by your waist, letting you topple onto his lap on the couch.

he grabbed your hips, guiding them up and down against his erection.

you gasped, grabbing the pillow beside his head. “kaeya, l—let’s at least get to the bed—”

“no—fuck—I can’t wait anymore,” he groaned. “I’m sorry darling, but I can’t hold out for a single minute longer. do you know what hell you just put me through?”

you laughed a little bit. “archons, you’re needy. I thought you could at least wait to open presents.”

“you owe me something first.” he replied, letting his hips fall into a comfortable rhythm with yours. but soon the stimulation wasn’t enough, and he pulled you off of him and let you sink beside his body, already sheened with light sweat.

“touch me,” he almost demanded.

“well, that’s no way to speak to your saving grace.” you huffed, even though your hands were fighting to not do what he was asking.

“I’m not going to beg, babe.” he grinned at you. “birthday boy’s wishes, right?”

you let your fingers roam his abdomen, slipping down to palm at his bulge. he let out a sigh, too desperate to tease you. as you continued, you slipped off your clothes until you were left with only your panties on, a spot of dampness on them already clear. you unbuckled kaeya’s belt and pulled down his dress pants before slipping your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, letting them fall.

kaeya cursed under his breath, so relieved he couldn’t even speak. you felt as though you’d messed with him enough tonight—and it was his birthday.

you wrapped your hand around his erect cock, moving up and down his shaft. you collected the beads of precum, smearing them around his length as he fucked himself into your fist. every once and a while you’d swipe the slit of his tip, letting those cascades of breathy moans and your name fall out of his mouth. his head was tilted back, his arm covering his forehead as his hips bucked. you knew him well enough to know he was close, so you quickened your pace. to your surprise, he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. “what are you—?”

“mmph—fuck, c’mere.” he pulled you closer next to him, slipping his fingers down your panties to rub at your neglected bud.

you gasped as he let your slick collect on his fingers. “kaeya, it’s your birthday, I was trying to focus on you.”

“then I guess you don’t know how much I adore this pretty pussy of yours,” he replied, slipping your undergarments off fully. “now keep stroking me, sweetheart.”

you obliged, letting out little breaths and moans as kaeya’s slender fingers prodded their way into your hole. he leaned in closer, kissing along your jaw as his sinfully skilled hands made your legs shake a little. your hand continued to pump his cock just the way he liked, the heat of lust between the two of you palpable in your stares. “hah—baby, you’re doing so good for me,” he whispered.

“I thought you—mmph—told me I was gonna be on my hands and knees, begging for you to touch me,” you slurred.

“did I? well, things have changed. I forgot what a pretty thing you are to play with.” his body seized as you gave him a particularly pressured touch to his slit.

“ah, kaeya—” your hips bucked as he circled your clit with his thumb. “please, kaeya, please let me cum—!”

“and you said I was the desperate one, huh? didn’t take too much to have you begging like a slut.” he grinned, feeling his orgasm approaching.

his teasing ignited a different kind of desire in you. your hand stopped on his shaft and he sputtered in protest as you pulled yourself out from his grip. slowly, you lined yourself up, his tip nestling itself at your entrance before you sank down. the two of you let out twin moans as you wrapped you arms around his neck, leaning into him for support. he gripped the plushness of your thighs as you steadied yourself. “ah, so you’re an unpredictable slut now.” he noticed the way you tightened around him at his words, smirking.

you began to bounce on his cock with a squeal, kaeya’s grip strengthening on you. it didn’t take long for you to cum, since you’d been oh so close previously. you gushed around him as he toyed with your clit to help you ride out your high. the sight of your cum leaving a ring around the base of his dick made kaeya’s coil snap as he came too.

“look m-me in the eyes, angel,” he groaned, snapping you out of the drunkenness from your high. he smiled as you pulled in closer, your chests touching as you felt the heat of his cum pool through you.

“that’s my sweet thing,” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and held your face in his palm. “so good to me on my birthday.”

he kissed your fingers and gave you a look equally as lustful as before. “but you gave me that pill, didn’t you? and I’m still not satisfied. so you think you can give me another?”

you nodded and he grinned, replacing his hands on your ass. you began to bounce again, crying out from the stimulation of his dick hitting all the right places. this angle was simply ecstasy, the way your clit kissed his pelvis and his cock brushed your cervix. it wasn’t long before the knot in your stomach twisted until it couldn’t anymore, and you came again. but kaeya didn’t stop.

he held your hips and guided you up and down with his own strength as you nearly sobbed from how overstimulated you were. he slapped your ass lightly a few times, purring about how good you were, cumming on his cock and still taking more.

“kaeya, kaeya—!” your cried, unable to even think of any other words. “m’ gonna cum again—”

he groaned deeply, watching his length disappear into you thrust after thrust.

“slow down—!” you squealed. “feels weird—m’ gonna, ah!” was all you managed to form before your eyes fluttered, completely dumbed down by kaeya’s dick.

“that’s right baby, make a mess for me, let it out.” he cooed in your ear.

the heat of your body skated through you as you squirted, crying out while your juices splattered onto his abdomen and both of your thighs.

his movements stuttered as he stared at your aftermath with wide eyes. the sight of you squirting on him, tears streaming down your cheeks was enough to have him cumming again, his voice strained and body almost erratic.

the two of you heaved breaths for a moment before you leaned into his chest, head foggy as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. though the scene was erotic, the warmth you both felt was anything but. it was tight strings of love, wrapping their way around each other until you were locked in close, tenderness dripping down the thread like it was doused in syrup.

“you never cease to amaze me, my darling.” he whispered, stroking your hair as you nuzzled into him and placed a kiss on his lips.

“happy birthday kaeya.”

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In Your Web || jjk (m)

"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."

🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au

🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?

🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)

🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D

🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.

🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star

They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Please reblog and share your thoughts/comments with me as they make me happy hehe 😊 I reply!

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The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.

Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.

The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.

College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.

After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.

As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.

The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.

The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.

“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.

Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.

“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.

“How much do you think I could make off of it?”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.

“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.

“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”

“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.

“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”

Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.

“What do you-”

Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.

Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.

After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body.

The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.

Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear.

“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.

Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue.

Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.

Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.

“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his.

Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.

“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.

“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”

You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers.

Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.

His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.

When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.

“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”

“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.

“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”

“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.

“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”

You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.

“Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.

“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.

Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.

“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.

You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.

It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously.

“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.

Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”

“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.

Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.

Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.

“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.

You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?

“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.

“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.

Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.

“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.

Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.

“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.

“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”

He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.

“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.

“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.

Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”

“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.

You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race.

“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”

“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.

“Someone has to be,” you kid.

“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.

“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.

“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.

You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.

“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky.

Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.

“Do you forgive me?” you asked.

After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.

“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.

“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”

Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.

Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.

Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.

Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.

With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.

“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”

“Jungk-”

He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.

“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.

Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.

The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.

Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.

“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.

Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.

“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.

Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.

Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.

“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.

You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.

“You may.”

Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.

He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.

His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.

Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.

Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.

You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.

One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.

“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.

You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.

Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”

You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.

“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”

Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.

Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”

You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.

“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.

“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.

“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”

For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.

“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.

“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”

“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”

Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.

You listened to him silently.

“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”

Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”

You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.

“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.

“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”

“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up.

To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.

“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”

A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.

“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”

“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”

You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You did not just-”

“You have the right to remain silent-”

“You’re not a police officer.”

Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.

Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”

Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.

“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.

Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.

Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.

Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.

“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.

As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.

“On.”

Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.

“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.

“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”

Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.

“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.

Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.

You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.

Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.

“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.

Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.

Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.

You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.

Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.

Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.

“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.

You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.

“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?

“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.”

There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.

Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”

Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”

“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered.

Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.

“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.

“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”

His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question.

Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.

Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.

“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.

“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.

“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”

“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”

You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.

Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.

Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.

He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.

Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt.

Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.

He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.

“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling.

Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.

You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.

“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”

“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.

“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.

You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.

Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy.

A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.

Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.

“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.

His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.

“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.

“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.

At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.

Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.

Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.

Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.

You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.

“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.

“Y-yes,” you agreed.

“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.

Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.

“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.

“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.

“That, I can do,” he chuckled.

He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.

Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.

You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.

He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.

Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.

“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”

The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got.

“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.

“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.

Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.

Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.

Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.

A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.

Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.

Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.

You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.

Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple.

While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.

“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.

You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.

Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.

Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.

“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.

“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”

You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.

Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.

He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.

“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.

He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.

You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.

“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.

Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.

Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.”

You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.

Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips.

He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.

Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.

When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.

His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.

Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.

“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.

Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.

“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”

“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.

“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”

“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”

“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.

Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.

“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.

Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.

The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.

“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.

Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.

“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.

“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.

“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”

“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.

“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”

“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”

You laughed, nudging him to scold him.

“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”

Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.

You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.

“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.

“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.

You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”

“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.

“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response.

After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”

Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.

“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”

“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.

Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.

“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.

You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.

“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”

At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.

“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.

Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.

“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.

“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”

“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.

“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.

“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”

“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.

Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.

“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.

Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.

“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.

You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.

“Okay.”

You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.

“You’re a menace,” he huffed.

“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.

Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.

“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.

“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.

You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.

“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.

You nodded.

Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.

“Did you drive here?”

“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.

“Yn, I told you not-”

“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.

“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”

Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.

Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.

Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.

“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.

By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.

Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.

Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.

Love Bug 4:09am i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight

A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.

Menace (loving) 4:16am I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌

Love Bug 4:20am its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead

Menace (loving) 4:22am Maybe soon?

Love Bug 4:25am i can make that happen

Love Bug 4:25am now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow

Menace (loving) 4:26am Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊

Love Bug 4:27am good morning (;

You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.

When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.

Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.

He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.

You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.

This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.

Class was about to start soon.

Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.

Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.

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