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I tagged 649 of my posts in 2022

#tokyo revengers x reader - 465 posts

#tokyo revengers x male reader - 461 posts

#tokyo revengers fluff - 400 posts

#bonten x reader - 160 posts

#male reader - 130 posts

#omegaverse - 91 posts

#mikey tokyo revengers - 87 posts

#omega male reader - 81 posts

#stranger things x male reader - 70 posts

#stranger things x reader - 70 posts

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#you are literally throwing a tantrum because i asked you to tag correctly and completely missing the point

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hello, I just saw that you write for BNHA, omega verse and male reader and I have never been happier. If it’s alright, could I request a alpha pro hero bakugo with his sweet omega who is the complete opposite of his alpha, omega is timid, nicer, sweet and the complete opposite of the buff, mean hero who is only nice to his omega. I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense, I’ve recently learned English! Please feel free to ignore this if it’s not possible, take care!

I am a triple threat lol

And your writing is wonderful my dude! Better than some native speakers I know honestly.

It was honestly shocking that an alpha as volatile as Bakugo managed to get such a sweet and kind Omega like (name), he wasn't even a pro hero or anything! He was just a sweet Omega that Bakugo met off duty!

(Name) was shy as he walked into the agency, cutely made dinner boxs as he presented his ID card to the security with a gentle smile, he doesn't come here often but when Bakugo has to be at the agency for a few days (name) liked to make sure he was fed. "Hello again, how are you?" (Name) asked the security guard who led him to the private elevator and swiped the card to activate it "I'm good Mr. Bakugo, yourself?"

"I'm quite alright, my husband isn't giving you all trouble is he? I will beat him up if he does" (name) joked and playfully punched the air, making the guard chuckle "that's quite alright Mr. Bakugo"

Wherever (name) went he always lightened the mood of the room, the delicate Omega cheerful and kind.

The top floor was where bakugos office was along with the pro hero's hired under the Dynamite angency, a few new faces looking at him curiously especially the new secretary infront of his office.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked in a bored tone, staring at the Omega with disinterest as he wasn't a pro hero he wasn't worth her time "no, I'm here to drop something off" (name) said with a small frown as she stopped him from just going in "Dynamite doesnt like people barging into his office"

"I can promise you he won't get upset, now please let me pass" (name) said because at this point the new secretary was infront of the Omega and despite the scent patches on her neck she was very obviously an alpha just by her stance and the slightly condicending look she gave the Omega.

"Oi! I been calling you on the buzzer for five minutes! The fuck are you--- baby what are you doing here?" Bakugo instantly became calm for his Omega when he noticed his presence "what's going on here? Why didn't you just come in baby"

"You forgot to tell your secretary about your mate" (name) said, not throwing the secretary under the bus because despite her attitude she was just following her orders but he did stare down his husband who just ushered him into the office that was a little messy "I brought you enough food for the next few days and some treats" (name) said softly, moving on from the little mishap as bus alpha led him to the couch and set the food on the coffee table "you didn't have to baby" Bakugo said softly, a complete 180 from his hostile persona he usually held "can't let my alpha starve" (name) said letting Bakugo guide him into his lap when the blond sat down.

Bakugo was unahsamed when he began heavily scenting his mate, nosing his scent gland and mating mark "Alpha...not here" (name) mumbled and Bakugo just nipped at his scent gland "hush pup" he mumbled and went about his nonsense with a shit eating grin.

"YO BAKUBRO! I BROUGHT THE LAST OF THE FI---Oh my" kirishima looked shocked as he took in the bakugos kissing and scenting "FUCK OUT OF HERE SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugo yelled angrily but (name) was already off him and fixing himself up "Hello Eijiro! How are you!" And like that (name) was pretending that he wasn't just caught about to do something inappropriate with his alpha but was very obviously embarrassed "I'm alright! You two seem to be very happy" he teased as he dropped folders onto bakugos desk as (name) just blushed at this and kirishima noticed the food and tried to sneakily go to it "Oi shitty hair! Back off! That's my shit"

"C'mon man! (Name)s food is addictive!"

"I don't give a shit, keep your grubby hands away!"

(Name) smiled at the two best friends bicker, despite his mates harsh words there was no real bite behind them.

The three eventually sat at the couch with their prefered drinks, Bakugo not letting his mate go and serve it claiming since he made food he has to sit his ass down "so is everyone staying for these three days?" (Name) asked curiously and the two heros nodded and (name) looked unimpressed "baby you better be getting them food, they aren't surviving off the food from convenience store I saw down the street" (name) said seriously, staring down his mate and Kirishima wanted to laugh because this little Omega was the only one who could bring the brute that was Bakugo down to his knees with a look.

"...I will have someone order food"

"Every day they have to be here, three meals"

"...yes baby"

Bakugo was whipped for this Omega and everyone agreed it was for the better, (name) balanced him out "thank you baby" (name) said sweetly and kissed his cheek "its getting late, I will make sure you have an escort alright?" Bakugo said gruffly but with no hostility as he scented his Omega one last time "be safe baby" (name) said hugging his alpha before leaving, kirishima noticing he left his sweater deliberately for Katsuki.

Kirishima sighed at this.

He really needed a mate.

859 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

Something none of the Bonten men enjoyed was cleaning out little (name)s pockets because they would find the strangest things.

Once they found someone's credit card, they hadn't even gone out that day.

Another was an engagement ring.

Twelve dollars in change.

Rans phone once.

They had zero idea what they would get from their strange sons little pockets.

One might say "why not dress the toddler in clothes with no pockets?"

They tried that.

And (name) just shoved the things he found down his shirt.

"A shoe lace... Two rocks and a half eaten macaron" Mochi said softly as he reached in again and pulled out... A usb drive?

"Bud where did you get this?"

"Park!"

"Of course... Ran could you have someone run this?" Mochi asked and handed the usb drive to the eldest Haitani who looked at the toddler a bit confused before going off to do his work.

How (name) managed to get his chubby little hands on a usb drive with trade plans from the Chinese Mafia they will never fucking know.

But they did take him out for ice cream because the pay out from that was monstrous.

"Can get spinkles?" (Name) asked Mikey who held him close "you can get anything you want (name)"

"Cho-co-late?"

"Yeah they got chocolate"

Once the Bonten men ordered in the expensive ice cream parlor they watched little (name) messily eat his ice cream and trying to feed Kakucho every few bites because if Mikey accepts his offerings then everyone has to.

"Bud what's in your pocket?" Koko said and pulled out... Rindos contacts?

"That's where they went?!"

924 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

Warning: male reader NSFW pet names (bunny, baby boy, baby, good boy, darling) virginity loss

KAEYA X BARBARAS OLDER BROTHER READER

Kaeya was absolutely smitten with the older brother of Barbara, soft gentle smiles as he helped Lisa around her Library when he wasn't at the church with his sister.

He was just so perfect and innocent.

"My my, If it isn't the church's prettiest deacon" Kaeya said smoothly as (name) stepped into the knights building, dressed in the male counterpart clothing of his sister albeit less idol themed "ah! Mr Kaeya it's a pleasure to see you again!" (Name) said with a slight blush as the handsome man sauntered over to (name), eyes doing filthy things to the poor man "what are you doing here though, Lisa is gone book collecting with the traveller"

"Well you see, I actually came to see you!" (Name) said cheerfully much to the blue haired man's surprise"really and why is that?"

"I...wanted to see if you possibly wanted to get lunch with me" (name) was a mess at this point as Kaeya took a moment to process this saint like creatures words but apparently he took too long because (name) looked a little heartbroken "O-oh I must have misread the signals, I'm very sorry Mr. Kaeya, L-lets forget I said anything..." (Name) said chuckling nervously as he turned to walk away only to be pulled back by Kaeya "now now, I never said no did I? Who could deny such a request"

(Name) was a goner at this point, his sister's didn't tell him what to do if he said yes!

"O-ok!"

The two went out and soon the day became more than just lunch, somehow (name) ended up pinned between the wall and Kaeya as the tanned man ravished his neck and hands slowly took apart his clothes while his leg rubbed against (name)s crotch "so fuckin' pretty, the prettiest little thing in the country" Kaeya said deeply as he let (name) tug at his hair, the sweet angel was most definitely a virgin.

"You want me to take you? Ruin you for anyone else?"

"I-I...please Kaeya...."

That was the first time he heard (name) say his name without 'mr' stamped infront of it and Kaeya would be a dirty liar if he said it didn't go straight to his cock "lemme take you home, your first time shouldn't be in a grimy alleyway"

(Name) let himself be led to kaeyas home and let the blue eyed man strip him down on Kaeyas bed "god, I might just keep you here... Serve my cock and be my little fuck bunny" Kaeya said almost thoughtfully as he imagined (name) in bunny ears and a cotton tail and groaned.

Another time.

He needed to focus on the shy baby boy before him, a red blush looking away with a painfully hard cock he tried to hide.

All for the taking.

Keaya stripped down and watched (name) carefully as the sweet Deacon gave into temptation "touch yourself for me" Kaeya commanded and (name) blushed heavily as he looked at the other "don't you want to be my good boy?"

That seemed to do something, Kaeya keeping that in his memory for later as he watched (name) shyly nice his hand down and stroke his cock, letting out soft moans as he looked away and his his mouth behind his hand.

He wanted to be a good boy for Kaeya so badly.

He like Kaeya so much it hurt, the thought of being bad for him oh (name) wouldn't allow it.

"Don't cum yet bunny" Kaeya said as he moved his hand the the base of (name)s cock "you only get to cum on my cock alright?"

"O-ok..." (Name) said obediently as he let Kaeya manhandle him, every touch seemed to unlock more and more of (name)s inner slut as he was settlled ass up as Kaeya licked his virgin hole "ah! No! That's dirty!" (Name) said panicked and kaeya just pulled his ass closer to his face "looks good to me" he mumbled before eating (name) out, keeping a tight grip on the beautiful shaking man's cock to keep him from cumming.

He'd cum on Kaeyas cock and it alone.

Using his spare hand he fondled (name)s glorious ass and spread it for better access as he continued his meal, the sound of (name)s beautiful melodic moans sent shivers down his spine.

They were so needy

So desperate

Like the call of a siren

And he was a foolish sailor

(Name)s ass had loosened enough for Kaeya to introduce his fingers and God he could tell already that even with prep his bunny was gonna be tight.

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982 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

can I request for bonten mikey has an omega but has never told anyone till one day his omega visits him with their newborn pup because he wouldn’t calm down and wanted to see his dad

Fuck yeah

Mikey was a very private man, none of Bonten had ever seen his home and probably never would.

Because Mikey was hiding a big secret.

His mate and pup.

"(Name)? What are you doing here?" Mikeys monotone voice cut through as his mate and fussy pup were dealing with his security "Alpha?" (Name) asked distressed as the security parted for the blond "he won't stop crying, ever since you left..." (Name) mumbled and let Mikey take the tiny babe and everyone looked shocked as Mikey gently scented the whining baby who immediately calmed down at the scent of his dad "have you eaten?" Mikey asked concerned and (name) nodded "have you eaten anything other than snacks?" (Name) asked, the couple ignoring the shock in the room as Mikey led the Omega up to the lounge.

The executives weren't expecting to see Mikey all clingy and holding a tiny baby with his eyes.

"Uuuh whose this?" Ran asked as he eyed the pretty omega, noting the bite mark on his neck and finally realized the bite mark on Mikey's neck.

"My mate" Mikey said simply as he adjusted the babe in his arms "it's a pleasure to meet you all" (name) mumbled softly and then it clicked for Sanzu...he had met (name) before.

Back in Toman.

Huh.

Well this was unexpected.

(Name) stuck close to Mikey as the Alpha made no attempt at any more introductions so the men took it upon themselves to get answers.

"We didn't know the boss had a mate or a pup" Rindō said and (name) just sighed "Mikey likes to keep us hush hush, keep us safe" Mikey agreeing as their pup reached out to (name), no longer interested in his papa "now that you know of their existence, their safety is top priority" Mikey's tone was grave and the men nodded, Sanzu silently seething at the fact that he didn't know this vital information about his king.

Why didn't he tell him?

It sure as hell explained a lot.

"He's hungry" (name) mumbled to Mikey who nodded and the two stood up "get back to work" Mikey said cooly as he took his mate to his office so he could feed the pup with privacy.

When the Sanos left Koko was the first to speak up "Jesus fuck" his voice strained as the others nodded "you guys expect that?"

Everyone shook their head.

"How the hell did Mikey land him?" Ran asked and everyone shrugged as Sanzu felt that feeling he felt towards Mikey directed at the omega and pup, the urge to serve.

The urge to protect.

1,002 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Xiao was in awe as his mate held their tiny pup, wide eyes and hair like his own but with his mates large fox ears and all in all he was perfect.

"Hello little one"

"Our precious Tighnari..."

Xiao never expected to find a mate and have a pup when he visited Sumeru but god it was the best choice he ever made. He visited to see a friend who came by his in once and found the most beautiful Omega ever and seeing (name) hold their perfect little pup who was just... God he would do anything for his sweet little babe.

(Name) went with Xiao to Liyue, the couple going back to Sumeru every few months to see (name)s family and so their pup knew of his heritage.

"His ears are so big..."

"Judging by my own, they will stay that big" (name) said teasingly as little Tighnari fed contently, making little gurgles and sounds as he did so "he's going to do great things" Xiao said with certainty as the tiny fox pup pulled away and stared at his dad curiously "hello little one, I'm your dad..." And gently took his pup into his arms, little Tighnari wearing tiny robes "rest love, I will handle our pup"

"Love you..."

I love you too"

Xiao wandered around the inn with his pup cuddled into the crook of his arm and made tiny little sounds as his father pretended to make conversation with him "really now? How interesting"

When it came time for his next feeding (name) was already up, the family snuggling in the nest and scenting the tiny pup who kicked happily at his parents giving him all this attention "wait till he meets his uncle..." (Name) said jokingly and Xiao looked honestly excited to introduce their pup to Zhongli.

"He's gonna love him"

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years

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Pick me, Choose me, Love me (Sub Loki x Female Reader) 18+

Summary : All loki wants is his own person. That's it. Just someone who would pick him over and over again.

Based on this request by @rat-p1ss - insecure!loki x reader? like she flirts w thor platonically but loki has a crush on her,, then sad loki,, then hella fluffy sub loki smut,, i would combust.

Warning : 18+ Minors DNI, Sub loki, Sex, Dirty talk, Mommy kink , Praise kink, Insecurities. Poor baby loki.

"You know if you were not an Asgardian and a god, I would think you were on steroids or something, look at the tricep, like I can differentiate your brachii from the long head, it's mind blowing" you giggled as your fingers trailed over Thor's triceps, you both sat next to each other on the couch. Thor just returned from the gym with Tony so his muscles were all pumped and full on display. Loki couldn't help but fume as he watched how you flirted with his imbecile brother. It's not as if he's yours so he can't even complain.

Of Course you want Thor just like everyone else he has ever known or have had romantic interests for. But unlike his previous heartbreaks this time it hurt bad. Really really bad. He felt his heart breaking, you two have been such good friends since he came to midgard but he never could tell you his real feelings. He was afraid you'd leave him like everyone else and wouldn't want to be his friend anymore.

"Thank you lady y/n" Thor blushed a little, he wasn't an alien to females complimenting him over his physique, he just wasn't expecting it from you, especially considering the bond you shared with his brother Loki. He never wanted to sway away people Loki wanted to pursue romantically or court but it just happened because of his godly good looks, he couldn't help it if women were interested in him. And It seemed midgardian women weren't any immuned to his charm either.

"You're welcome, damnn I can't stop staring at your muscles" Loki got up and left for his room as he didn't want to see you of all people flirting and giggling with his brother.

As soon as Loki stormed out of the living room you smiled, you have liked that adorable boy since he got here. You found him all kinds of precious. Now you didn't want to insult a god or the maniac who attacked New York under influence, but Loki was nothing like you could have imagined or perceived him to be. He was sweet, considerate and Adorable. Yes, Adorable. You gave him a human sized teddy bear for his birthday and he would keep it by his side since it comforted him from nightmares. He would be all whiny and throw tantrums like an 8 year old in meetings since he isn't a morning person. He would smile so wide everytime you would compliment his magic. He's adorable.

"Dudee he likes me right?" You asked Thor and he looked at you weirdly with the sudden change in your behavior.

"Oh he definitely does, you should go talk to him" Thor smiled so you got up and made your way towards his room. You knocked on his door but he took his time and when he finally opened it you could see his eyes red, probably from crying. Oh no!!! You just wanted to see if he felt the same way about you or just liked you as a friend. You never wanted to hurt him.

"Something wrong, magical bean?" You asked him softly as you got Inside the room and he shook his head in response but he was looking down and not at you. He's not your magical bean anymore, you wouldn't spend time with him once Thor starts courting you.

"Do you like Thor now?" He asked you so you crossed your arms.

"What?"

"It's okay you can admit it, you want to be his friend right, maybe more, well it's alright you can have him, I'm okay I promise I'm okay" he said softly then he walked towards his bed and sat down. You could see that he was trying hard to not sob and his sad voice broke your heart, he always felt lesser than Thor because of Odin and how he differentiated between his children but you never wanted him to feel as if you'd ditch him for his brother. You wouldn't ditch him for the whole World.

"Lokii"

"Don't justify it, everyone always wants Thor and I don't blame you, I'm not strikingly handsome or have the muscles you could count in my arms" you shook your head and sat down on the floor on your knees right in front of him.

You were on your knees, in front of him.

"Not strikingly handsome? Have you seen yourself in the mirror, magical bean? And I definitely can count your muscles everywhere, you have the perfect amount of muscles, just how I like" You told him and he looked at you for a second but then quickly looked away. His eyes tearing up

"Yes I want to be Thor's friend, he's a cool dude but I don't want him more than that"

"Then why were you fawning over him just now" he asked you so you placed your hands on his thighs and rubbed circles on the insides. The touch made him nervous instantly. You have never touched him like that before.

"So I could be assured that the boy I like so much likes me too, that he wants me more than just a friend, and I think my suspicions are confirmed"

You smiled and then you leaned down to kiss his thighs, your mouth extremely close to his cock that was slowly starting to swell up.

"You want me more than a friend?" He asked you as he scrunched his forehead so you nodded.

"You don't want to do this with thor? You want to touch me like this?" He asked you softly but his eyes teared up.

"Oh babyyy..I don't know what kind of dumbasses you have been around all your life, but I would never pick Thor or anyone else over you. The only boy I want to touch and ruin is you, look how you are blooming with my touch, you want me to keep going, pretty boy?" You crawled up on top of him and your lips latched to his neck, making him emit the whiniest moan you have ever heard from a man.

"But that's all I'll ever be, a boy. You deserve a man like Thor"

You looked up as he said that, your fingers gripped his hair and pulled his head backwards so he could look at you.

"Just because I call you my pretty boy doesn't make you any less of a man okay? It's a term of endearment darling, anyone who says or told you otherwise can go to hell" you whispered softly as you kissed his forehead then you kissed him softly on the lips.

"I'm so sorry my angel" he teared up again so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply, kissed him until he was gasping for air to fill his lungs..

"Never have to be sorry my love, you're the prettiest, most handsome man I have ever known and you're so soft and loving with the kindest ever heart, you have the best of everything and I am blessed to even know you, much less be your friend or your lover if you'd want" you mumbled as you kissed and sucked on his neck. He hummed and moaned as he heard your praises, he almost felt drunk, he has never felt that way before. You bucked your hips on his hardened cock over his pants and a loud moan erupted from his lips.

"Want me to keep going, little kitten? Want me to love you like this?" You asked him and he nodded desperately but then you heard his dainty plea.

"Pleasee"

"Such a whiny little boy" you mumbled as you unbuttoned his pants, his cock sprung out, all hard and leaking, you wonderd how long it has been since he had sex. You stroked him up and down in your fist and he instantly clutched his arms around your waist and hid his face between your neck. He felt so shy, so exposed. You're his friend but he always wanted more, he never thought you'd be so controlling and commanding. You felt like a dream.

"It's okay sweet baby, no need to be so shy, you're mine aren't you? I can touch you like this, let me see you all bare, let me appreciate how beautiful you are"

He nodded as he blushed crimson red and hummed desperately as he heard you. You let go of his cock and unbuttoned his shirt then you slid it off his shoulder slowly. His perfectly toned physique made you want to lick every little inch of his skin.

"Look at that, gosh you have the most perfect body" you caressed his pecs muscles with your fingers and he moaned at the sweet sensation.

"You like this?" He asked you so you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, your hands ran all over him. His skin felt so soft under your touch.

"You want to know if I like perfection? Yes I do baby, I do" you mumbled and your hand stroked his hard big cock again. He moaned loudly, louder than you have heard yet.

"Look how big and thick your cock is, absolutely going to ruin my pussy aren't you? Such a soft pink tip you have, prettiest cock ever I swear" he whimpered and teared up more, from the praise this time. He really loves being told how good he is and how much you like his body.

"Mmmm oh please, baby please I need you miss" he mumbled incoherently as he felt the sensation building up slowly in lower belly. His balls felt heavy as you fondled him.

"Mmmm I know you do, but I need to see all of you before I do that, show me your pretty ass darling" you mumbled as you caressed his cheeks. He blushed deeply before he put you down on the bed and stood up to take his pants off, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs at the sight of this gorgeous little thing getting naked for you. He stood there with a raging hard on as he got all bare for you.

"Turn around kitten" you asked him so he turned around slowly, his cute little bottom made you want to bite his cheeks but you refrained from going all perv on him on your first time with him. Maybe later, you didn't want to scare him just yet .

"Look at that, cutest little ass I have ever seen" he turned around quickly and got on top of you, he needed the closeness and he wanted to hide from how shy he felt with your constant gaze on him.

You flipped him over quickly and slid down to taste him before you'd

lose the last bit of inhibitions you had in you. His precum filled your mouth, he tasted so different from any other man you have ever had before, he tasted so sweet and cold.

"Fuck you even taste like heaven my pretty boy" he whined again as he heard you, his hands scratched your scalp wanting you take him in deeper. You wanted to but you needed to fuck him and own him right now, you needed him to be assured that he was yours and you were his. You'd never let him go, you'd love him and make him feel secure all his life if he'd have you.

You took your shorts off and he sat up to take your shirt off your body, his hands grabbed your bosom and he squeezed them together, sucking on the nipples, you threw your head back as he licked and sucked slowly.

"You like sucking on my titties pretty boy?" You asked him and he nodded in response, he didn't say a word, nor stopped licking and sucking.

"Mmmm such a good babyboy, you're making me feel so good, keep sucking baby" you mumbled as you caressed his head softly.

"Mmm yesh thank you mommy"

Fuckk

His eyes widened as he realized what he had said, you'd definitely leave him now.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean—"

"Say it again baby" you looked at him and he took a deep breath, his big doe eyes staring deep into your soul.

"Mommy..I "

"Fuck that's hot, say it again" you never knew him saying something so forbidden would make you gush like a faucet. You didn't even know you had this kink.

"Oh mommy please, please mommy" he mumbled in a whiny desperate tone so you pressed his head between your tits again.

"Suck baby, suck on mommy's titties like a good boy" He latched his mouth again, sucking on your right nipple, giving it his utmost attention,once in a while he would take his tongue out, give a few kitten licks then would suck again mindlessly.

"That's a good boy, look at you nibbling on mommy's titties like a kitten" he looked up at you, kissed you softly then went back to savoring your tits again. He looked so thoughtless and empty. You loved that. You continued to stroke his cock slowly, his precum dripped down on your hand continuously, it almost felt as if he came but you knew he didn't, he was just too aroused.

"Fuckk You're the most perfect man I have ever known, you know that?" You mumbled as you pushed him down on the bed slowly, within a few seconds you slipped his cock inside your wet dripping cunt and he groaned as he felt the tightness of your walls engulfing him suddenly. He could have come right then.

"You're my pretty boy aren't you?" You asked him so he looked at you

"Yes mommy"

"Say it baby, use your words"

"I'm your pretty boy mommy, please take me"

You intertwined your fingers with his as you start to hop up and down on his cock. He arched his back and threw his head back, moaning continuously as he felt the coil building instantly, you're such a goddess and all he wanted to do was worship you forever.

"Mmm..ohh.. yess yess mommy fuck me, make me yours please, I wanna be yours forever" he whined as he spoke, tears slipped past his eyes from the intense feelings he felt in the moment, he has never felt so owned and he loved being owned by you. All his life he felt so inferior, he didn't feel manly enough, he didn't feel strong enough but you made him feel the sexiest he has ever felt. You made him feel sexy while he was so vulnerable underneath you, moaning and whimpering like a whore.

"Ohh I'm never letting you go after this sweet babyboy, you're all mine to use and please forever, fuckk you're going to make me cum so quickly" you could feel your orgasm approaching as you rode his huge cock into oblivion. He was everything you have ever dreamed of and more.

"Mmm Yeahh please mommy" he mumbled, you could feel his cock twitching inside you as he reached closer and closer to his peak.

"Mmm gonna fill me up with your cum baby? Want to cum inside mommy don't you?" He groaned as he heard your filthy words and nodded pathetically

"Mmm yes yess I'm so close soo so close, gonna fill you up with my cum so good I promise mommy, I have so much of it for you, please take it mommy, please accept my cum in your pussy" he whimpered and you leaned down to kiss him for a moment. You placed your hands on either side of his head as you continued to hop and move your hips. Your breasts jiggled over his face so he closed his eyes and took his tongue out, your nipples brushed against his tongue every time you'd move up and down. The sight made you want to do unimaginable things to him.

"Fuck sweetheart, cum for me darling, be a good boy, fill me up" he exploded as soon as he heard your voice, his body thrashed underneath you and he gripped your hips to stop your movements as it felt too much, he was so lost in the feeling, he couldn't feel anything but you as his orgasm peaked, you felt his cum filling you up to the brim and the sensation made you combust too.

He grunted loudly as he felt your pussy clamping tightly around his cock. Both of you were breathing heavily and you collapsed quickly to the side of him once you were done chasing your high. When you pulled him out of you, you could feel him seeping out of you and on the bed but you didn't care in the moment. None of you spoke or said a word for a good few minutes. You chuckled as you got back to your senses and snuggled closer to him.

"Fuck that got filthier than I imagined our first time to be" he turned his head to look at you, you couldn't read the expression on his face.

"You'd want me again like this?" He asked you softly so you turned on your side and pulled him closer so you could kiss him.

"Why wouldn't I want you, I would be a fool to not want you, I have always wanted to be with you ever since I met you" you caressed his cheeks with your thumb as you comforted him.

"I'm sorry I am so insecure"

"It's okay baby, it's not your fault that they made you feel like this, you never have to hide from me kitten, I'll always comfort you and make you feel good I promise, I love you my little magical bean" he teared up as he heard the confession then he pressed his head between your breasts as he held you tightly.

"I love you so much angel" you wrapped your arms around him tightly and peppered kisses on top of his head.

"You meant everything you said? I'm yours forever, you're mine? Only mine?" He asked you again as he looked up so you smiled and kissed him until he didn't doubt your words anymore.

"Meant each n every word I promise"

All his life he felt inferior to Thor, he didn't want the attention of whole nine realms but just one person. His own person who'd pick him over anyone else, who'd choose him and who'd love him selflessly and he found you finally.

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imaginationofacrazyfangirl · 4 years

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{Metanoia}

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader, Older brother! Jimin x Reader, Hoseok x reader

*8k- ongoing

Genre: Enemies to lovers, childhood friends, major misunderstandings

Warnings: Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral (male receiving)

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he pushes you off the slide. Second time he calls you ugly. After that things continue spiraling downwards: he cuts your dolls’ heads off, tells everyone you’re a freak at school, spreads malicious rumors; Jungkook’s sole purpose in life is tormenting you. So why five years later is he insisting you two belong together?

Based on a prompt request by @bangtaened-army turned fic. Sorry bangtaened-army for the wait, and the fact that I still haven’t touched the original requested prompt..

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"I can't believe you would do this to me, Jiminie. After everything I have ever done for you. " you hiss into the phone. Your low voice does little not to garner the nosy looks of other people awaiting their luggage. Despite it being two am at an airport people never tired of drama, and you plotting the murder of your older brother could feed a whole TV show. See Jimin was supposed to pick you at the baggage claim. Keywords supposed to. However, instead of being greeted by your annoying yet lovable sibling you were greeted by someone just plain annoying.

"You're being dramatic, (Y/N). I sent Jungkook to pick you up, not Ted Bundy." Jimin replies dryly. Even through the phone you can tell he is rolling his eyes at you. He never understood your hatred towards Jungkook. To him, the dark haired boy is a sweet innocent boy who could do no wrong but you know better. The devil lives inside Jungkook.

"I would've preferred the serial killer. At least he'd be less of an ass-" Jungkook grabs the phone from your hand purposely shifting away so you can't take it back. Not that it makes much difference. Even if he was facing you, you would have to jump to reach him. "Hey man, it's me. Yeah, I know she's a pain but I'll bring her home. No don't worry about it I'm used to it by now. "

You roll your eyes at this. "Used to it by now," once again everyone sees you as the problem, not Jungkook. Forget the fact he tortured you all throughout childhood. Or that he's the reason everyone bullied you throughout high school. "Here, you going to behave now or throw another tantrum?" Jungkook asks, hanging back your phone.

Immediately you snatch it from his hands clutching it close to your chest. "Never take my phone out of my hand again. You hear me, Jeon?!"

"Then stop acting like a child and we won't have a problem." Jungkook snarks, arms folded over his chest as he looked down upon you as a parent would.

"Fuck you, Jeon! I'll find my own way home." You snap spinning around on your heels.

However before you can even take a step, caveman Jungkook throws you over his shoulders. He smacks your ass undoubtedly grinning as he does so. "Alright princess, enough playing. I promised your family to drive you home safely and I'm going to do just that. "

"You heathen! Let me down!" You pound against his back to no avail. He merely hits your butt again continuing to walk through the airport without a care. Seriously where did airport security go? Aren't they supposed to be on alert for kidnappers or something?

Apparently not because Jungkook strolls straight past a guard twiddling his thumbs. "Seriously?! Way to keep Korea safe man. I'm being kidnapped before your eyes here, dumbass."

The guard shoots Jungkook and you a questioning look, clearly unamused by you calling him ‘dumbass.’ Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, bowing apologetically towards the guard. His grip on you not slipping for even a second. "Sorry she's drunk. Please ignore her."

The guard nods. "Best get her out of here or I'll have to detain her for drunken disorder."

"Will do. Thanks."

"I am not drunk-" you start only Jungkook to hit you yet again hard. You yelp face turning red as the guard laughs. "I swear to God I will murder you. "

"Do you want security to detain you? Because I'm pretty sure you'll be flagged as a flight hazard and stuck in Korea forever. "

Just the mere thought sends shivers down your spine. "No, thank you. "

"Didn't think so. " Jungkook replies. He carries you all the way to his car parked in the visitors' center. Not even letting you go as he climbed the three flights of stairs to get there. Undoubtedly he guessed-and correctly so- you'd run the second he let his guard down. Even when he sets you down to open his car door one hand remains firmly wrapped around your wrist.

You sigh loudly. "Isn't this a little overkill? We're at your car now."

"Sit." He merely says, pointing at the seat.

Tossing him a glare you do as told. Despite your previous bravado you know full well Jungkook is right, he is your only way home. Taxis are too expensive, and the rideshare apps went nowhere near your home. As much as you don’t want to admit it, Jungkook’s won this round. Still that doesn’t warrant the victorious grin on Jungkook’s face or the added salt of him reaching over to buckle your belt. "Overkill. Utter overkill. "

"Got to keep the princess safe don't I?" he says sweetly.

You cringe. "Enough with the princess stuff. You know I hate that. "

“You didn’t hate it when you were riding my dick last time you came home.” Jungkook mentions, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you. Heat rises to your cheeks at the memory of your last visit: Jungkook’s large hands gripping your waist as you fucked him in the backseat of his car. His hot breath against your ear whispering dirty things that would make a porn star blush. That feeling of your toes curling as he hits the right spot-

You shake the memory away. Fucking Jungkook was a mistake. It should’ve never happened. “That was a one time thing, Jeon. I was vulnerable last time. I just got out of a three year relationship-”

“And you just happened to fall on my dick several times.” Jungkook snorts. His tone stays calm but you can see how his knuckles whitened gripping the steering wheel. “Look you can make all the excuses you want, but it doesn’t change what happened between us. We had sex. Good sex if I might add.”

“Great sex.” You admit. “But that’s all.”

As great as Jungkook and you were together, you couldn’t let yourself fall into his trap again. The dark haired boy bullied you for years. He made you cry countless times. Great sex didn’t change anything. Not when you know Jungkook would hurt you in the end. Neither of you speak as Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot. Whatever conversation you have ends like it always does in harsh words. So for the next hour and a half you stare out the window contemplating your life until your eyes close shut.

It’s not until a door slams that you open them again. Half awake you can barely make out the familiar street lights of your neighborhood hanging above, or the equally memorable

houses of it surrounding you. Your car door opens to reveal a haggard Jungkook. He leans over unbuckling you without a word. His soft lush hair tickles your skin as he struggles to get you free. You reach out to comb your fingers through it.

“Are we here?” you mumble, entranced by the silky feel of his hair. “Do we need to get out?”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, we’re here. Go back to sleep princess. I got it.”

You yawn barely comprehending as an arm slides underneath your knees. “Okay, but only if you’re sure.”

Closing your eyes again you miss Jungkook’s soft whisper of, ‘I’m sure.’

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Sunlight hits your face chasing away your dreamless sleep. Your eyes open slowly, greeted by the harshness of lavender colored walls filled with high school photos and cringey boy band posters from way back in the day. Nothing about your bedroom has changed moving out all those years ago. Everything stayed exactly the same from when you were a teenager. Dreadfully so unfortunately.

Groaning you stretch trying to remember how you got into bed. Last thing you remember is asking Jungkook if you were home as he unclipped your seatbelt, so you had to have gotten up. You must’ve been so tired nothing really processed. A thirteen hour flight would do that to you after all. “Look what the cat dragged in. I see you survived the car ride with Jungkook alright.” Jimin grins, standing in the doorway of your room.

You toss a pillow at him only to miss. “Barely. Seriously what were you thinking having him pick me up? You know how I feel about him.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was thinking I have work the next day, and that Jungkook is the only guy I trust to pick up my little sister. Because not only would he keep her safe, but he’s the type of guy to carry her inside when she’s passed out.”

Your mouth dried. “What?”

“I said Jungkook carried your ungrateful ass inside.”

Suddenly the memory of Jungkook carrying you in comes to mind. His strong arms wrapped around you as your fingers buried themselves into his shirt. You were only half awake, but you remember everything from the way his cologne smelt to the soft beat of his heart lulling you back to sleep. ‘Sweet dreams princess.’

“No way. He hates me-besides I’m wearing pajamas!” You protest.

Jimin sighs. “Yeah. That I may have punched him for doing, but (Y/N), Kook doesn’t hate you. Trust me, that boy couldn’t hate you if he tried.”

“I don’t believe you.” How could you? The first day you ever met Jungkook he kicked you off the slide causing you to scrape your knees. Second time you two met he called you ugly before running off to play with Jimin. After that things got worse, from destroying your barbies, putting kick me signs on you, spreading rumors about you in high school, to telling your crush you were a slut. If those weren’t the actions of a boy who hates you, then you don’t know what is.

Jimin murmurs something about ‘misunderstandings’ under his breath, but doesn’t clarify. Instead he simply says. “Look, think what you want, but Jungkook spent the night yesterday since he was too tired to drive home. So be nice okay?”

“Whatever.” you reply, not mentioning the fact he lives down the road. Just this once you’d behave. After all, he did carry you home.

Jimin smiles, tossing the pillow back. Naturally it hits you right square in the face. "Good girl. Now get dressed. The last thing I need to see is my best friend eyeing up my little sister. "

You let out a silent curse, but do as told. Honestly it really didn't matter. When you lived at home you walked around in yoga pants while braless all the time, Jungkook be damned. This was your house and you refused to give up comfort because your brother's friend came over. It drove Jimin insane. To the point he'd throw random items until you either changed or returned to your room. However that was ages ago before Jungkook ever saw you naked or bent you over the counter of his kitchen.

“Stop it.” You slap yourself. “Thinking about it will do you no good.”

Unfortunately the pep talk does little to stop the wanting ache between your legs. Jungkook is the last person you slept with since breaking up with your ex. After you returned to America the last time you simply threw yourself into work, barely sparing a glance at the opposite gender. “Fuck. You need to get laid, (Y/N). Preferably not by Jeon this time.” you whispers.

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Breakfast is an interesting affair. Like always your parents and brother treat Jungkook as if he's part of the family, your mother piles food onto his plate while your father and Jimin discuss the latest sports and news trends with him. Occasionally one of your parents will praise Jungkook on something he did, mentioning how proud they are of him to which Jungkook eats up like a starving man at a feast.

Meanwhile you play around with your rice ignoring the sour feeling of getting ignored by your own family. After all, it's not like you lived out of the country and only came home once in a blue moon. So what did it matter if your childhood enemy ate up all your attention? "Thank you again, Jungkook, for bringing (Y/N) home. I know how much of a pain she can be to you. " your mother says.

Jungkook grins, the sun practically illuminating him from behind as he tactfully shrugs off the gratitude with a, 'It's no problem, Mom.' His butter wouldn't melt in my mouth routine sickens you to the point you want to vomit.

"I would've been perfectly fine finding my own ride home. " You mumble indignantly.

The comment earns you a sharp whack on the head by your mother's slipper. "The words are, 'thank you, Jungkook. ' I swear I don't know how I raised such an ungrateful daughter. "

You roll your eyes, swallowing the comment about her shitty parenting skills. "I mean how are you ever going to find a husband with that bad attitude of yours?" She laments, projecting into her usual rant of marriage and grandchildren.

Like always you ignore it taking the few blows to the head she gave whenever ranting about your marital future. Besides you, Jimin snickers enjoying your torment, having been born a boy he's safe from your mother's wrath since 'no girl is good enough for my precious Jimmie.' Thankfully your father has an ounce of sympathy left for you. "She's doing fine, hunny. (Y/N) has a good home and a steady job-"

"You're too soft on her! That's why she's like this. " your mother dismisses. "I mean what man would fall for a woman with such an ugly personality?"

Your heart gives a painful squeeze at her words, while such speech is common with your mother that doesn't make it hurt any less. "Actually I know someone who'd be interested in going out with (Y/N)." Jungkook pipes up, a big grin stretching across his face.

You shoot him a warning glare to which he shrugs off. A surprise gasp- that is way too exaggerated in your opinion- escapes your mom, she looks at Jungkook as if he hung the moon. "Oh Jungkook, that would be wonderful. But we ask you to risk your friendship like that."

"I promise you're not. This guy has loved- liked (Y/N) for a long time. He knows what she's like. " Jungkook waves off.

"Really? Who?" your dad asks, causing you to frown. Why does everyone think you are so unlovable? Seriously you are starting to get insulted, although you also question Jungkook and his 'friend. '

Jimin snorts, giving Jungkook a weird look. "Yes Jungkook, who is this mysterious guy madly in love with my sister?"

The tips of Jungkook's ears turn red and he ducks his head sheepishly, probably not expecting Jimin to call him out on his bluff. "What does it matter? A man is interested in our (Y/N)! All my prayers are answered!" Your mom cries, saving Jungkook from whatever bullshit he is about to spout. "Oh Jungkook, you're so wonderful. Any mother would be lucky to have you."

"Hey!" Jimin protests, earning a string of reassurances and praises from your mother. For a man who prided himself on his cool nature, Jimin was a mama's boy.

"I'm going to get started on the dishes. " you sigh, collecting the empty plates. As much as you love your family there's only so much one can take of them, hence moving to America.

"I'll help." Jungkook says, quickly gathering the dishes from your hand. Without another word he disappears into the kitchen like a little boy eager to impress his mom or in this case your mom; it adds to your rising irritation. You don't know what his game is, but if Jungkook thinks he can pull a fast one on you, he'll be sorely surprised.

You enter the kitchen to find Jungkook already washing the dishes, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up displaying his smooth muscular arms. Your eyes roam over them taking in the tattoos littered on his tan skin; he had gotten more since you last saw him, practically a full sleeve now. They look good on him not that you would ever admit it. "Hey, I wash, you dry?" Jungkook offers, throwing a towel your way.

You frown. "I got it. Go back to the table."

Jungkook scoffs. "Seriously? You would rather do dishes- which you hate doing- then spend five minutes with me?"

"Oh don't try to guilt trip me, Jeon. That whole 'I know someone who likes (Y/N),' what utter bullshit. " you snap. "Tell me, were you going to laugh when I arrived at some restaurant only and no one comes?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You really need to see someone about this paranoia issue of yours, because this is beginning to get ridiculous.”

“Excuse me? Paranoid? You bullied me all my life-"

"I pushed down the slide when we were four. Get over it."

"You cut off my barbies' head! Repeatedly called me ugly. Spread rumors about me in high school, and to top the cherry off you told Hoseok, I was a slut. So no I won't get over it." You stomp your foot.

Jungkook clenches his jaw, the cup in his hand practically cracking under his grip. He says nothing, dropping the cup and sponge into the sink, before storming out like a madman.From the living room your parents call out Jungkook's name only for him to ignore them. The front door slams shut shaking the house so hard that the dishes tremble in their drying rack.

"What happened to being nice to Jungkook?" Jimin's voice surprises you from behind. Disappointment is written all over his face, and the way his body positions itself (arms crossed, legs parted) tells you, you're in for a lecture.

You turn away not in the mood to be parented by someone two years your senior. Especially not when he allots Jungkook to bully you without a single reprimand. "He started it. Telling mom he'd set me up with some imaginary guy only to laugh when I get 'stood up."

Jimin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You two are killing me. Look I can't spell it out for you, that is Jungkook's business, so I am just going to say this...I destroyed your barbies not Jungkook. "

You froze. "What?"

"I cut off Minnie's, Hana's and Lany's heads. You pissed me off by eating my snack. I wanted revenge." Jimin shrugged.

"B-but I caught Jungkook red handed! I saw him with Minnie's head!"

A sheepish look grew on his face. He tucks a piece of hair behind his ear, a habit he did whenever nervous. "Yeah, he was trying to fix her. "

The dish in your hands drops shattering against the kitchen floor. Your mouth opens but no words come out; funny seeing how thousands of thoughts run through your head. "You asshole!"

Jimin winces. "Sorry. It was a dick move- but my point is you thought Jungkook did it and he didn't. So isn't it possible you are wrong about everything else?”

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You spend the next few days wandering around town bored. While you feel grateful to be home and see everyone you love, the list of things to do in your town is actually quite small compared to home ( perks of living in a small town). Outside of grocery shopping with your mom, reading on the veranda with your father, and bugging Jimin whenever possible, there’s not much to do. Things are especially boring since Jungkook disappeared after that morning. The bunny looking boy normally makes it his personal mission to bother you as much as possible. Disregarding the few hours he has to work, Jungkook always was there first thing in the morning to laugh at your ridiculous bed head. Yet for the last few days he’s been nowhere in sight. When asked about it Jimin merely shrugged saying he was busy, before smirking and stating unnecessarily, “If you miss him that much, why don’t you call him yourself?”

It isn’t that you miss Jungkook, despite what Jimin said about your Barbie dolls, you still believe deep down he hates you. After all just because you were wrong about one thing didn’t mean you were wrong about everything else. No, you asked Jimin, because it’s unusual given that the boy practically lived at your home. It’s not like you actually miss his stupid face over something. Perhaps if you had more friends this boredom wouldn’t be an issue. Sadly you weren’t much of a social butterfly back in high school; unlike Jimin who was part of the “popular” crowd, you were an outcast. As much as you tried, the only people who would hangout with you were Jimin’s friends.

At first you thought it was something you did, but later you found out Jungkook told everyone you were a ‘freak of nature,’ and it was only because he and the others felt bad that they hung around you. Hearing what he said devastated you. It was the first time you realized how much Jungkook hated you. Moreover his words stopped you from ever really trusting anyone who wanted to be friends.

“Isn’t it possible you are wrong about everything else?”

Pushing the thought back you try to ignore the nagging feeling growing inside birthed by your brother’s words. You fucking doubt it. How could something like that be so easily explained away? “I think this is your fifth lap around town.” a familiar voice calls out, snapping you back to reality. “People are beginning to think you’re a weirdo.”

You don’t even have to look up to tell who it is. On this planet only one person owns a voice so annoying it instantaneously grates on your nerves. “Get lost, Jeon. I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

He snorts, continuing to follow you in his car. “You know it’s supposed to storm today right? You should head home before it pours.”

“Like I said: No One Asked You, Jeon.” you reply, promptly turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction. He’s the last person you want to see given your current thoughts. Whatever longing you might’ve previously had for him disappeared the moment you remembered why Jungkook was your enemy. Thankfully he doesn’t follow most likely finding something more interesting to waste his time on.

You continue walking onwards too infuriated by the past to notice the dark clouds starting to form above. It’s not until something wet hits your skin that you take notice of the sudden drop in temperature and gathering winds. “Fuck.” you hiss feeling another raindrop.

Of course Jungkook would be right. The universe just fucking loved him like everyone else did. You get stuck with the short end though: running in the rain searching for shelter, only for you to naturally find yourself in the part of town empty of all businesses. “Perhaps I can stand under a tree until it calms down.”

Lightning flashes across the sky followed by a loud BOOM of thunder making you jump. A small sob escapes your lips as you subconsciously curl yourself into a ball. Thunder always scares you no matter how old you get. “I’m not here. I’m not here.” you whisper, rocking on balls of your feet.

However the deafening sounds of thunder destroys any hopes of pretending to be elsewhere. So you curl tighter into a ball praying for it all to stop. Overwhelmed with fear you don’t process the feel of someone’s jacket draping over you or the angry voice of Jungkook saying, “I told you to go home.”

It’s not until he yet again scoops you into his arms that you snap from your trance. You watch shocked as he carries you to the car. Through the rain and lightning he looks nothing like the boy you remember. Instead...he looks like a man you could very well fall in love with.

“Jung...Jungkook” You mumble, gripping his shirt as he sets you down into the passenger seat. He looks up at you in a mixture of curiosity and surprise. Neither of you can remember the last time you called him by his first name. It’s always been Jeon never Jungkook. “Thank you....”

“Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook replies, shutting the car door. He walks over to the driver’s side sliding easily into it.

Now clear from the rain you can make out how drench he really is: hair soaked, clothes sticking to his skin, it makes you all too aware of the jacket covering you. Reluctantly you shrug it from your shoulders missing the comforting weight of it almost immediately. “Here. This is yours. You should wear it.”

Jungkook glares. “Keep it.

“No. It’s yours. You must be freezing without it-”

“I said keep it! God damn it, (Y/N). Why can’t you listen for once?” he snaps, hitting the steering wheel. You recoil taken back by his outburst. Never have you seen Jungkook so angry. At most Jungkook stormed off or glared whenever mad at you, never did he raise his voice at you. "I told you to go home. I told you it was going to storm but you didn’t listen."

"I'm sorry…"

"You don't get it. You could've gotten sick if I didn't find you in time. Or worse you could have gotten hurt…"

"Oh." You reply, unsure what to say. Worrying about you wasn't something you expected from Jungkook, but it strikes a painful chord within you. Your heart should be warmed by the thought instead a painful sinking feeling fills it. Suddenly you want nothing more than to burst into tears. “You were worried?”

Jungkook lets out a long tired sigh. "Of course I was worried. You’ve been terrified of thunder storms since we were five, why wouldn’t I worry about you being out in one?”

‘Trust me, that boy couldn’t hate you if he tried.’ Jimin’s words ring in your ears. ‘My point is you thought Jungkook did it and he didn't. So isn't it possible you are wrong about everything else?’

Could Jimin be right? Is everything you thought one big misunderstanding? You were so sure of Jungkook’s guilt previously, but now...you couldn’t picture him as the sinister bully you’ve known all your life. “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened and turned around.” you admit, “I’m so used to chalkin everything you say off as meaningless teasing, I didn’t consider you actually meant well.”

“You never do.” Jungkook huffs. For a second you swear you can see pain fill his dark bambi eyes as he looks at you. It is an expression you’ve never seen on his face before, a look of hurt and dejection. Again your heart twists painfully in your chest. “You always assume I’m out to get you, when really I’m just trying to be nice. I mean sure I tease and joke around with you, but (Y/N), I would never purposefully hurt you. I know you don’t believe me-”

“Okay. I believe you.”

Jungkook’s foot slips hitting the break. The car lurches forward causing you both to nearly hit your heads on the dashboard. His head snaps in your direction so fast it practically gives you whiplash. “What? What did you say?”

Around you, cars honk aggravated by the standstill in the middle of traffic; you don’t care though. All you care about right now is the look of disbelief, shock, and hope marring Jungkook’s beautiful face. In that moment you realize how little you care about the truth. It’s unexplainable the sudden urge to move on from your prior hate, but you want to...you want to believe Jungkook is a good guy. “I believe you, Jungkook.” you swallow hard. “And I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you. So please forgive me.”

You don’t know what you expected Jungkook’s reaction to be, however it certainly wasn’t this. “I’ll think about it.”

If not for the sudden smirk pulling at his lips, you would’ve felt horrible. Instead you feel infuriated. “You asshole. I take it back. I’m not sorry. You hear me?! Not sorry!”

Jungkook merely laughs, shaking his head. “No backsies remember, (Y/N)? You can’t take it back.”

You glower remembering the childish rule Jimin, Jungkook and you made up in elementary school. It was to keep each other from ducking out of any dares or promises made, and apparently apologies now. “I hate you.”

Jungkook laughs harder. “I’m sure you do. Let’s go home, huh? I’ll make you hot chocolate if you behave.”

“I always behave.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. A second passes. “There better be whipped cream and marshmallows with that.”

“Anything you want princess. Anything you want.”

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You wonder if it’s creepy to find Jungkook so attractive while wearing your brother’s clothings. On Jimin, this grey sweatpants and hoodie combo makes him look like a homeless man, but on Jungkook, it has your mouth practically watering. The normally baggy material conforms perfectly to his body hiding nothing to the imagination. You see every curve, groove, muscle and bone (especially a certain large one in the middle of his sweats) in this boy’s body, and then to make things even worse you catch a sliver of tan skin anytime Jungkook raises his arms. Beautiful tan skin whose tantalizing taste and feel plagues your mind.

Suddenly you regret not putting up a fight about Jungkook coming over. Sure he was soaking wet from giving you his jacket, however Jungkook also lived down the street from you-he didn’t have to change into Jimin’s clothes. “Do you know if the dryer’s free?” Jungkook asks, lifting up said bundle of drenched clothes.

“Ummm, yeah I believe so. You want me to put them up for you?” you offer, trying not to stare. Although things are technically supposed to be cool between you guys now, they’re not. Years of mistrust and hatred don’t simply vanish after an apology or sudden decision to forgive, instead the emotions built between you two need to be sorted through and really only time could do that. Which is why you try super hard not to let lust takeover and destroy the fragile truce recently made.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Thanks, but I can manage."

You nod not knowing what else to say. Again his lips twist in that disgusting smirk you so despise, this time paired with a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon enough for your ogling pleasure.”

Quickly you look away, “Who’s ogling who, Jeon? Cause it’s certainly not me.”

“Oh really?” Jungkook says, cocking an eyebrow. He steps forward caging you against the wall. Something dangerous gleams within those large eyes of his as Jungkook stares down at you with a ravenous look. Shivers run down your spine sending a delicious shock through your body. “That’s too bad, because I was definitely ogling you, princess. Seeing you wear this oversized shirt gives me sooo many ideas.”

You swallow hard, licking your suddenly dry lips. “Stop joking around. You and I know there’s nothing sexy about this shirt.”

“I disagree. Believe it or not, I find girls sexiest when they’re comfortable with themselves. All that lace and lingerie is nice, but nothing is hotter than a girl wearing my shirt and nothing else.” Jungkook admits. “It brings out the territorial side in me.”

Your brows crease. “That makes sense I guess, but this isn’t your shirt. It’s Jimin’s-”

“Mine. I left it here one night after sleeping over Junior year. “ he explains. “You stole it from Jimin’s drawer thinking it was his.”

“Oh….sorry. I’ll give it back.” Despair fills you at the thought. This is your favorite shirt regardless of it being a plain white t-shirt, it always makes you feel safe and comfy when wearing it as odd as it sounds. However you can’t afford to disrupt the newfound civialty between Jungkook and you.

Jungkook snorts. “Keep it. Not like it will fit me anymore. Besides like I said, nothing turns me on more than a woman in my shirt. Why do you think I never asked for it back, princess?”

He reaches out to toy with the hem of the shirt, his fingers drawing soft circles against your hip bone. "Although I think I'd prefer you without it on, or rather anything on at all."

"Jungkook…" you barely managed to get out as he lifts the material upwards. Cold air hits instantly pebbling your nipples despite the rush of warmth growing below. Instinctively you move to cover yourself only for Jungkook to grab your wrist.

"Please (Y/N). I've been dying to touch you since day one of your return." He begs, bringing your hand down.

"Okay." You whisper.

"Okay. " he smiles, pressing his lips to yours. Those large hands clutch your shoulders as he presses further against you. All those curves and muscles you admired previously push up against your bare skin. Through the sweatpants you can feel how hard he is.

A gasp escapes you as Jungkook's hands move towards your breasts caressing the underbelly of them. His fingers circle the outer edges of your nipples tracing them, before finally moving to touch them. He treats you like glass, a vast difference from your previous encounters and it's starting to annoy you . "I'm not made of glass you know?" You remind, stopping his hands. "You can be rough with me. "

"Trust me, I know. If memory serves correct you prefer it when I do something like this-" Jungkook snorts, grinding into you. The friction of his length against your clothed heat is exactly what you need. Moaning loudly you grip onto his arms trying to steady yourself.

"That's it. Such a slut for friction. You honestly thought I'd forget how you made yourself cum on my thigh that night?" Jungkook smirks, fingers grazing along the edges of exposed skin. Goosebumps rise along wherever he touches and you squirm like underneath him. His smirk widens as he plays along the hem of your booty shorts. "I had to wash my jeans afterwards, they were so drenched from you. "

"I didn't hear you complaining." You shoot back, pressing your hips against him in efforts to regain that delicious friction. "If I remember correctly you had fun flexing your leg underneath me."

"Never said I didn't. In fact I would very much like a repeat of that night." Jungkook grins, shifting so his thigh is between your legs. The muscle in his leg flexes teasing your core; in a commanding tone he whispers, "Go crazy, princess. Ride me. Right here, right now, I promise I'll take care of ya. "

That's all you need to hear to descend into madness. Almost instinctively you latch onto Jungkook digging your nails into his firm shoulders as you wantonly thrust against his leg. Moans escape your lips in wild abandon as his muscles rub against your clit at the perfect angle. Jungkook is right you are a whore for thigh riding.

Just when you think it can't get any better Jungkook's hand slips under your panties, fingers immediately finding that hard pearl between your legs. He brushes it softly causing you to hiss as your knees close in unwillingly to give up such feeling. Now this is more like it.

"You like that?" He teases, forefinger circling your clit slowly.

"Mmhmm…" you nodd, grinding harder in an attempt to pick up his pace.

"Words princess. Tell me exactly what you want. "

"More. " you cry out. "Kook. More please. I need you. "

Oddly the nickname spurs him on if the harsh whisper of, 'fuck' says anything. If not then certainly the desperate opened mouth pressed to your lips does. Silently you make a mental note to use the nickname again but it's momentarily lost as his fingers pick up speed. This time it's you uttering curses as Jungkook brings you right to the edge of cumming.

"Please, please, I'm so close." You want him so badly it's ridiculous. The smirk widens on his face, Junkook decides to reward you by slipping two of his fingers into your core. "Fuck Kook!"

"That's it, princess. Come for me. Show me how good you feel." Jungkook pumps his fingers into you. All words leave you as a haze of ecstacy falls over you, all you can is moan rocking deliberately against his hand. With every thrust his fingers somehow hit that special spot inside you.

Jungkook's an expert at knowing all your spots and kinks, almost as if he memorized everything about you, last time he and you were together. Either way impressed doesn't even begin to describe how you feel about his abilities. You moan his name, holding onto to him tightly as you orgasm onto his thigh. It lasts longer than expected small waves of pleasure still coming despite the relaxed posture of your body resting on his.

Gently Jungkook strokes your hair in a manner similar to what lovers do after such an event. Alarm bells ring out at the action, but you make no move to stop him. "Was that a good enough reenactment for you?" You mention, half teasing.

Jungkook grins. "Better than good. You got me so hard, princess, I don't know how I can last."

This time it's you who smirks. Sliding off of his thigh, you get on your knees anxious for the next act. "Well then, I better make what little time you do have as great as possible. "

Before Jungkook can say a word you reach under the waistband of his sweats gripping his length tenderly in your hand. The groan uttered from Jungkook's lips at the slightest touch of your hand ignites another fire within you. Smirk widening you pull out your prize, taking a second to admire the gorgeous cock. Despite having seen it before you can never quite get its length or the beautiful curve of it.

Running a finger along the thick veins you see a bit of pre-cum at its tip. "You weren't joking when you said that last act turned you on." You tease, swiping over his head with your thumb.

Staring into his eyes, you put your thumb into your mouth sucking off the cum. The salty taste makes your mouth water, with an exaggerated pop take your thumb out. "Fuck, (Y/N). Don't tease, I'll go insane if you do." Jungkook pleads.

"So needy." You say, taking him into your mouth. Thankfully your last boyfriend was somewhat of a blow job junkie, and while Jungkook is twice as large as he was, you have no problem taking his length into your mouth. The tip touches the back of your throat, instinctively you hollow your cheeks sucking in a slow teasing manner.

You swirl your tongue about his base enjoying the beautiful noises Jungkook made under your tongue. Soon a hand buries itself into your hair, gripping tightly in an attempt to control the pace. Normally you wouldn't allow such behavior preferring your lover to suffer under you, however there's something about Jungkook's desperation to get off using your mouth that sends heat pooling to your core. It doesn't take long until he's spilling into your mouth, hands pulling on your hair he thrusts his hips forward pushing himself further into your mouth.

“Shit, princess. That was great. Almost as good as cumming inside you." Jungkook sighs running a hand through his messy hair.

You smile wiping the corners of your mouth clean. "Unfortunately you're going to have to miss out. Jimin will be home soon."

Again his hands make their way to your hips, already you can tell he's angling for another kiss. "We'll have to be quick then. "

Jungkook leans forward, but this time you pull away. "The last thing Jimin needs is to walk in on us….besides we need to wash these sweats before he gets home. "

His lips curl into a smile practically relishing in your embarrassment, "Fair enough princess, but don't think we are done yet. I plan on making your toes curl as much as possible until the plane ride home. "

You cock an eyebrow. “Those are big words coming from a man who just begged me to cum. What makes you think I’m going to let you?”

“Easy, because you like it as much as I do.” Jungkook replies, grinding himself once more against you. A sharp hiss escapes you; almost uncontrollably you push back desperate for that sweet friction, however Jungkook moves away denying any sensation. “ Nuh uh, Jimin’s going to be home soon. Wouldn’t want him catching us, now would we (Y/N)? You’ll have to wait until next.”

“You, son of a bitch!” You snap, glaring daggers at his retreating form. As much as you hate to admit it, something tells you this newfound friendship with Jungkook is going to be more than you bargained for.

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Despite what your parents may think, your summer vacation home isn’t an excuse to be lazy. While it is true that Korea’s summer vacations are shorter than American's, as a teacher you still have plenty of work left to do during the student’s time off. One such thing happens to be reading over the posts written by your honor’s literature course throughout the break. Normally you graded them at night when everyone was asleep, but as your class delves deeper into the context of Frankenstein, you find yourself unable to keep your nightly routine with the density of the topic. Hence why you now sit in a cafe hunched over your laptop rereading Joni’s obviously copyrighted post.

“You look lost in thought.” A cheery voice teases.

For a second your brain tricks into thinking it’s Jungkook talking, after all he’s been bothering you extra since the two of you made the transition from enemies to fuck buddies. So it wouldn’t be unusual if the dark haired boy stalked you to the cafe to annoy you. However when you look up it’s not tattooed arms or a dopey bunny looking face you see, instead a pair of smiling almond shaped eyes stare down at you, their owner a very familiar reddish brunette.

“Hoseok!” you cry, leaping up only to hit your knee on the table. It throbs causing a sharp expletive to escape your lips. Embarrass you try to shake it off as if it never happened. Last thing you need is to make a fool of yourself in front of him. “Hi, I didn’t see you there.”

“I can tell.” he laughs gesturing towards your knee. “I didn’t mean to startle you, (Y/N). It’s just been ages since I last saw you.”

Your heart skips a beat. Nervously you tuck a strand of hair behind your ears in attempts to play cool. Logically you know you have no reason to get nervous, especially not when Hoseok ditched you at a restaurant after getting told you were a slut by Jungkook. Yet, for whatever reason that small high school girl who idolized him still remains inside you.

“Almost six years. “ You smile. “Time has sure flown by hasn’t it?”

“Maybe but you haven’t changed much.” Hoseok winks, causing your brows to furrow. Haven’t changed much? What was he talking about? Did he not see your clear evolution from loner geek into potential adult? “You’re still as pretty as you were back in high school.”

This time you are pretty sure your heart stops. It takes everything in your power not to gap like a wide-mouth fish out of water. Time seems to slow down in the small coffee shop as you work to come up with a response. Suddenly all the previous noises of chatter, whistling kettles and clanking plates become overwhelming rather than peaceful. Unfortunately even after being in a committed relationship for two years, your flirtation skills are still rusty. “You obviously need glasses then, because I looked like a hobo back then.”

You can slap yourself. Literally-actually slap yourself for that stupid ass comment. Thankfully Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind only laughing even harder than before. “Nah, you were the prettiest girl on campus. Everyone was just afraid of you, because Jimin and Jungkook always hung around you-speaking of which, I want to apologize for how I acted back then. I shouldn’t have ditched you over such a stupid thing like that.”

“Oh, it’s fine. Water under the bridge trust me.” you lie, ignoring the pang in your chest. Just remembering that day brings a new fire of hostility towards Jungkook. No matter how many years pass you still remember the day clearly. You were waiting for Hoseok at a local dinner, anxiously checking your phone for any messages or calls. A full hour passed with you insisting multiple times to the kind waitress that your date was arriving soon, however Hoseok never showed up.

You tried contacting him, worried that something terrible happened only to never get a response. Once home, you even bug Jimin who was friends with Hoseok then about the cheery boy, only to be brushed off. It’s not until you went to school the next day and confronted Hoseok in the hallway that you found out the truth. Jungkook let it loose that you were a slut and Hoseok being the knight in shining armor he was, fought him. They were equally matched with both of them garnering bruises and bumps because of it, but ultimately they were tied.

“Look (Y/N), you seem like a nice girl, ” Hoseok said, brushing you off. “And what Jungkook said about you being a slut probably isn’t true, but I really can’t handle all this drama between you two.”

That day your heart broke in two as dramatic as it sounds. Moreover from that moment you vowed to hate Jeon Jungkook for the rest of your life. “No, it’s really not and I might be overstepping my boundaries, but I would like another chance to get to know you.” Hoseok asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay. " the word slips through your lips before you even have a chance to think it over.

His face lights up and any doubt you once had shatters completely. People change, Jungkook did so maybe Hoseok matured too. Either way it wouldn't hurt to try again. "Great. It'll be fun, I promise. "

"I'm going to hold you to that Hoseok. " you tease. Inside you the giddiness grows, it feels as if you walked into some sort of dream or something. Didn't every girl dream of her high school crush finally realizing what a catch she is?

"You won't regret it." Hoseok swears. "Anyway I should let you get back to work, but first can I get your number?"

You rattle it off to him, doing your best to appear stoic, unfortunately the aching in your smiling cheeks suggests utter failure. Afterwards your students' work feels like less frustrating or maybe you're feeling a little generous seeing how Trisha totally bullshited her review yet you still gave a ⅘ on it. Whatever the reason you finish up faster than expected, leaving the cafe with an extra hour of free time. "Well if it isn't a princess set free from her tower!" Someone whistles.

Unlike earlier you have no issue distinguishing the playful voice of Jungkook. Turning towards the noise, you unsurprisingly find him propped up against his car in a cool uncaring fashion. His work clothes only help amplify the appearance; the black suit jacket paired perfectly with his white dress shirt and pants ensemble make him look like a Chaebol rather than plain Jungkook. All in all he looks absolutely mouth watering, but you'd die before ever admitting it. "If it isn't the ogre coming out of his swamp to play. " you tease, pinching his arm.

He chuckles, opening the passenger's door of his black Lexus. "I think you forget the ogre got his princess in the end. "

You wrinkle your nose in faux disgust. "Good luck, finding one. I don't know how many people can put up with your ugly mug. "

"Don't need to. I already captured you. " Jungkook replies, closing the car door.

You blink registering what he said. "That's the cheesiest line I've ever heard."

He shrugs slipping on a pair of faux Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. Paired with the rest of his outfit, the glasses shattered the image of the rich Chaebol man. Their paint chipped arms and scratched off logo scream 'fake' and you wonder why Jungkook kept such hideous knock offs. "You should get rid of those. They make you look cheap. "

Jungkook scrunches his nose. "No way, they were a gift. "

"A gift purposefully bought from some shady street vendor, because my mother insisted I buy you a college graduation gift." You say, reaching out to grab them.

Naturally Jungkook only needs to lean away to thwart your efforts. "So? I like them. "

"You look like one of those wannabe entrepreneurs on Instagram. "

"How dare you! I have over five hundred followers, I'm legendary!"

"Did Jimin make five hundred accounts? Because he's the only who would follow your ass!" You say, attempting one more shot at retrieving those vile glasses.

Once more Jungkook merely tilts his head blocking your stubby little arms from reaching. "Whatever you say princess, we both know you're the one following my ass around here. "

"I'm following you? How laughable. I didn't know you were a comedian, Jungkook…" the two of you continue bantering the rest of the car ride home.

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Author’s note: Special thanks to @dreamsfromthesandman for editing and putting up with my craziness even if she’s not army.

#bts #BTS jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #sunny writes #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook smut

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wittyrosebush · 4 years

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By Your Side

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Son!Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, Steve being a very tired father, Tony Stank being himself, mild swearing

Word Count: ~1.4k

Date Posted: 12/14/2020

Requested: Yes, the request is below

A/N: Hey, peeps! So this was requested by the lovely @slowkib, sorry this is late by the way, love. I hope you still enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.

This one turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated, I'll make a part 2 and possibly a part 3.

Needless to say, Steve Rogers is a great father. The moment his son, Y/N, was born he promised himself he would put him first. Once, when he was 5, he practically had to be dragged by Tony and Natasha onto the quinjet for a mission when the child had a cold. He was devastated to leave his kid sick and alone. Y/N was what kept him wanting to get out of bed every day. Throughout the tantrums, vomiting, and teenage angst, Steve stayed by his side.

. . .

"Hey, dad? Can you throw me my water?" Y/n said from his spot on the mat as he finished his stretches with his aunt Natasha.

Steve tossed him the water bottle from the bench, "How are you feeling today? Is your shoulder any better?"

"A little, but it'll be better by the party tonight."

Tonight was the 80th anniversary of Stark industries, and Tony was getting ready to throw a party bigger than anything he had done before. Needless to say, most of the attendees were terrified. No one truly knew what the CEO had planned for the evening. For once, Tony Stark kept his plans secret.

"Don't wear yourself out," Steve cautioned as he saw his son and Natasha get in their fighting stances.

Within 1 and a half minutes, Y/n was being pinned to the ground. "You need to move more," the redhead spoke up as her nephew stood up with a grimace, "staying in one spot lets your opponent predict what you will do more easily."

The boy nodded and massaged his shoulder, "I'll remember that next time, but for now I'm going to hang out with Wanda."

His father started speaking but abruptly stopped at the sight of his son running out of the gym. The soldier sat back down with furrowed eyebrows and slumped shoulders.

The female sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "He's not a kid anymore, Rogers. Let him live a little."

Steve grunted in response and crossed his arms, deep in thought.

"Well if you are going to be grumpy then at least get a little bit of that anger out and spar with me."

. . .

"Another bad dream?" Y/n whispered as he put an arm around Wanda's shoulder.

She weakly nodded and continued to sob into her friend. "Pietro..."

The boy frowned and turned on the bed so he was facing her. Whenever one of them had a nightmare they would find comfort in each other's presence. Wanda would help him get back to sleep and he would listen to her grievances when she was unable to sleep.

"You know what happened isn't your fault. There was no way of knowing-"

"But I let him leave! I couldn't stop him because I was trying to do what I thought was right and-" her voice broke off and she returned to her place on Y/n's shoulder. The pain of what happened had never really left her, it had only shrunk for a few moments before overtaking her again.

He stayed silent, letting Wanda get out all the words she needed before it was too much. "I was an idiot thinking that we would be fine apart..."

"You did the best you could do in that moment. There was no perfect thing to do, Wanda."

Y/n dramatically slowed down his breathing, encouraging her to follow his action. And finally, she regained her breath. "I just want to get out of here, I don't belong with this team."

"We voth know that is a lie. I know you want to help people and this is the best way to do it."

She nodded in agreement, her puffy eyes not willing to look anyone in the face but much more relaxed. Y/n wrapped his friend in a hug and stayed like that until Wanda was satisfied.

. . .

After a couple hours of calming down, talking about their day, and a tickle fight (in which Y/n lost), the friends were ready to attend the party.

The boy had gone to his room to change and on his way he was met with the sight of his father arguing with the owner of the builder. "He is too young, Tony. Don't even think about it."

"He's an adult. And you can't really control him now, can you?"

Steve growled and took a step closer to the man, "He is still my son and I will not allow him to be manipulated by some reckless billionaire."

Y/n hid behind a pillar when he saw his father walking away from Tony. "Why were they arguing? Did I do something wrong?"

As if he read his nephew's mind, Tony came up next to him and shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong, kid. Your father is just being a meat head."

Y/n scoffed, "When is he not?"

"He's trying to look after you, and I understand that. But he needs to get the stick out of his ass and realize you are an adult."

Before the boy could respond, his uncle walked off. Y/n let out a frustrated sigh and walked to his room to take a nap.

. . .

After 30 minutes, Y/n woke up with a gasp as he felt himself being dropped onto the floor. Upon opening his eyes he could only see darkness. As he looked around, he could feel jackets on hangers and dress shoes on the floor. “Dad!”

Steve was in his room next door doing paperwork when he heard his son yell. The soldier leaped from his desk and almost broke down the doors on the way to him.

Steve's thunderous steps could be heard by anyone within the floor. He did end up ripping off the closet door and picking up his son, "Are you ok? What happened? Are you hurt? Did-"

Y/n cut him off, "Dad, I'm fine. No need to get yourself worked up."

"Kid, you yelled for me and I thought you were hurt and I-"

"DAD!" The father was brought out of his thoughts by his Son, "I'm fine. Nothing bad happened."

"Then what DID happen?"

The boy was about to answer when he was brought into a tight hug by the super soldier. He returned the gesture with a hum, he didn't know what happened but he didn't care because he was with his dad, his protector.

But did he really need a someone to protect him, he thought. He had trained with the Avengers since he was old enough to fight. He knew what he was doing, so why was his dad so worried? Did he think he was weak or helpless? He let go of his father and took a step back, looking at him through serious eyes.

"Do you think I'm not strong?"

Steve scrunched up his nose for a second, taken by surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Why were you so scared for me? Is it because I'm not as strong as you or anyone on your team?" The boy sneered at the man and crossed his arms.

"Y/n, why would you think that?"

Y/n took a step forward in a sad fury, "I'm not a kid anymore! I'm not some weak child that you can only keep to feel like your worthy of something."

And at this moment, Steven Grant Rogers' heart broke. His son thought he was using him. And he felt powerless for the first time in years.

"Just get out, dad." Y/n turned around so his father couldn't see the tears falling down his face.

Steve stood frozen for a moment, terrified to move and make matters worse. Hearing his son sniffle is what made him move. The thought of his presence hurting his son made him drag himself back to his room. He sat on his bed, his face in his hands as he silently sobbed into his palms.

After his father left, Y/n wiped the tears from his eyes, "You are stronger than this." The male walked back to his closet and pulled out his outfit for the party, wanting to distract his racing mind.

As he put on his top he thought back to when he woke up.why had he woken up in the closet and not his bed? The boy furrowed his brows and put on the rest of his clothing, assuming he had been sleep walking. There was no other logical explanation... was there?

#captain america #steve rogers #steve rogers x son!reader #steve x reader #steve rodgers x reader #captain america x reader #i should probably go to bed

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Arrangements (part 4)

PHEW never thought I would actually be run out of ideas for this series I created right on the start of this blog neither that I was going to be filled with requests 😂 but finally is here the fourth part about it.

If you're not familiar, pls take a sneak peak on the masterlist that the three first part are all there, it won't hurt you promise 👀

Anyway. Enjoy it! (Or not, if that's the case I'm sorry)

You tighten the know made of sheets, certifications were never too much. Especially on this situation you got involved with.

Your dad was a wise man. Even though daring to contradict a contract with the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, he insisted for you to start preparing your escapade. His quirk on action as well while you prepared for in the middle of the night to jump from that balcony and escape that arrangement marriage.

You sweared on your life that this was madness, that you tried to deny your father's offer for his own safety, but he insisted. He refused to let his kid drown on a life with the mafia like he did... out of pure desperation.

You jumped when you heard talking from the other side and immediately covered your made up rope as you turned your front to the door. Widening your eyes a bit in fear when you catch those monotonous, cold, unforgiving golden eyes on you.

He didn't say a word, merely closing the door behind him. Never taking his glance out of you. He averted his eyes a bit only to carres a desk with that gloved hand of his, he soon bringed the said palm as he rubbed his index finger with his thumb, face the same as always ever since you met him.

"Dirty." He muttered in what only could be called disgust. A frow forming on his forehead as he inspected the room "Good for nothing subordinates I see." He mumbled nonchantly to himself as you gulped down the air stuck on your throat.

His amber eyes suddenly looked back at you, irritation present on this time as he spoke like you were some kind of mischievous child.

"I see that or you are throwing a tantrum about not eating for whatever reason, or you simply still haven't customized around the place." He sighed with annoyance as he arche done eyebrow "Which one is it?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at his arrogance and curled your hands into fits, but still got your compusture together.

"Well, as some forced thing, clearly I wouldn't be on the most comfortable side of here." You spoke with a tad bit of fear, lowering your gaze down at noticing that he didn't even blinked while looking at you.

"Such childish thing." He scoffed and looked at the window of your room "In your place many would be considered lucky, be grateful for such a place on the Shie Hassaikai. But instead you are taking more time to simply get used to it?" He asked in sarcasm as you cringed.

"Grateful for it? Your men had dragged my father out of this place only because he didn't wanted to accept the deal!" You almost exclaimed and got even more furious at sieng how he didn't showed one bit of emotion on that face of his.

"For the subbordinates to take him out like that he must have done something. Nothing in here is done without a good reason for it."

"Yeah sure, the reason was because my father was a decent man that simply didn't took Arrangement marriage as a option?!"

"He had a debt with the headmaster." His gaze darkned as he took steps closer "And this was the price. Wanting or not you're an example of purity on this sick word, and a great partner to be. So this is both of us fate, so deal with it." He hissed the last words as you scoffed.

"Fate is not something to put up with." You glared back at him "Is something that us, human creatures, choose to make. And marriage should be done with people you love and have feelings for it, I don't even know you!"

"Trying to make me laugh? Humans in general are disgusting creatures that cant even see besides their own selves on the mirror, selfish and sick as always. And about that... word, what are you? Ten? This is not some make up story, this is real life." He got closer to your face and you could feel the warmth breath of his passing through his mask and hitting your face slightly "Love does not exist. What exist is desires, nothing more nothing less."

"Then you really had a bad as hell childhood man..." you muttered but immediately regreted at seing his calm eyes turning into wide and feral ones.

"You've got some disrespect there then." He growled as he towered over you like a wolf cornering a rabbit... ready to kill at any moment "Listen well. You are now my property. And there is nothing you can do to change that, or you accept in the good or in the bad way."

You scoffed at that but hitted the wall behind you, your nerves getting the best of you as the man returned to hsi cold, yet ready to attack at any moment, attitude.

"As if I'm ever going to listen a spoiled man that thinks that only because a deal was settled he gets what he wants. I dont know you, and neither you did little to earn my respect or my trust." Your eyes changed daggers with his glare.

"So in the bad way then..." he muttered lifting up his hand as he snuck one or two fingers under his gloves as you only furrowed your eyebrows in both confusion and curiosity.

Even before he xould finish, shouts were heard and both of you jolted your heads at that. But then... one of the many man's voices got your attention, making your heart almost jump out of your throat, your knees grow weak, mind goes numb as you could only mutter one word.

"Dad.." you whispered and somehow Chisaki managed to catch it before you stormed out of the room as he looked at you... curiously.

First person who dares to speak to him like that and quirkless no less? An interesting yet irritading little thing you were aparently.

You screamed at the scene in the front yard, your dad being pinned down by a much larger and muscular man as he grabbed your father by the hair and slammed his head right on one of the many path of stones.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" you screamed and went to grab on the man's arm to at least try to prevent him from hurting your father no less.

"What is the meaning of this..?" The head master voice echoes as the man whose was beating your father answered.

"This man tried to get in boss. A thief or something."

"NO HE ISN'T!" You cried out loud while hitting his arms repeatedly "LET GO! UNHAND HIM!"

"No Rikiya." The elder sighed "This is one of my old debtors. What brings him here at this hours is what it doubts me."

You sobbed and the man, aparently the name was Rikiya, had enough of you bugging on his arm. Scoffing and throwing you away.

You prepared for a fall right on the dirty ground... not colliding with a chest and arms to prevent your fall and possible bruises.

The man himself, the one who just and argued with you, was there. Monotonous and stoic expression present as always as his face was iluminated by the moon and starts on the sky. He wasn't looking at you, yet was with his arms on you preventing you from failing.

The action didn't last long since he immediately pushed you away after some time, as he arched one eyebrow at the bloody nose and forehead man standing on his knees right in front of him.

"My commurate, care to explain to me what you're doing at such a hour in here?"

Your father didn't muttered a words as your heartbeat was in yours ears. Especoally when you saw two more man appearing out of no where.

The elder sighed while Chisaki lifted his hand to catch the headmaster attention, the old man sighing again before nodding apprehensively. Chisaki seemed pleased at that, snapping his fingers as some sort of call to one of the man, he merely pointed at your father after that as the guy nodded, walking close to your father before asking.

"What brings you here?" He asked while you stared at your father, his lips quivering as if he was holding himself back...

"I came in here to get my daughter back. I wont accept her to fall in the same fate of having to depend or even worse even live on some yakusa place." Your father and yours eyes opened up in horror as you felt a dark aurea coming from Chisaki from besides you.

"Now this is my option and my decision Chisaki. You've doen enough." He scoffed at that, averting his eyes away in anger as your own fixed on the headmaster.

"My old friend..." the old man frowned before sighing and returning to his old composture "You know the rules, betray and have one finger or member out."

No... god no...

"Yes sir." Your father mumbled as the man, Kurono came from behind you with a fucking katana. You could tell it was sharp by only looking at it.

No..!

Your father was released from Rikiya's grip and didn't even moved when Kurono got closer, lifting his sword just a bit as your father shakily offered his wrist.

"NO!" You shouted and the old man looked at you.

"Those are the rules young lady. Your father knows better then this."

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO HIM!" Yoi sobbed and fell on your knees "I BEG YOU! ALL OF YOU! FOR GOD'S SAKE JUST HAVE MERCY!"

For some unknown reason Chisaki felt his chest tighten at the hysterical way you cried, making him even change looks between Kurono and your sobbing figurine on the floor.

"Please s-sir! H-he Is my only f-family! Dont hurt him!" You cried even more and even almost howled as the headmaster frowned.

"Why, isn't your mother..?"

"She is in a coma!" You exclaimed with tears rolling down your face as you spoke, making Kai's eyes go wide open "For about ten years! Please I beg you! Cut my own arm or finger, I dont care! Just dont hurt my father!" You cried in your hands as Chisaki saw your father's teary eyes looking at you, muttering something hoarsely...

It was your name...

He frowned at your figurine and sighed, grabbing you by the arm and lifting you up with a scoff. The headmaster arched one eyebrow at his sucessor making his way to Kurono, taking the sword out of his grasp and ordering the man to get up.

You stood unmoving on the ground, trembling like a leaf as you looked at the man you fought earlier extending the sword right at your father's chest, one inch or less as a distance.

Then he did something that made you confused, but at least got your breath back... he threw the sword on the ground, still staring at your father as he spoked something to him.

Your dad's eyes open wide at that before looking over you. You called weakly for him and he smiled, doing a little salute as he dismissed himself from there and excused for his actions.

Although, he called for Chisaki for something. The man arching one eyebrow at that before your father handed something neatly wrapped on a napkin to him, speaking to him as Chisaki did not even changed his facial expression.

And in one blink of an eye, the gates of the yakusa closed, you with teary eyes at the floor as your father looked back, one last smile before the gates closed.

You blinked the tears away as the mens present made their way back to their quartes, you looked down at the wooden floor of the balcony... wondering if what you saw was real... he had just gone away and neither of you got punished for it? You knew how the yakusa worked...

You gasped at noticing the shoes of your future fiance, looking up at him and seing hiw the moon this time gave him a form of the halo... his face already with the black mask emerged on the darkest, yet his golden eyes shined through it.

"Get out from the floor." He ordered nonchantly, you got up, almost tripping over again "Take a shower and go to bed. This is what we will call it a might so far, don't bother me with nonsense or dissobey orders."

And with that he was walking back inside, hands on his pockets as his heart thumped hardly on his chest, grasping it in his glived hand as a form to steady himself.

What the hell did you do..?

You looked in disbelief. It couldn't be right...Such a arrogant man like him just... saved your father form having a badly injury..?

Did you really knew him? Did you really knee the man called Chisaki Kai?

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