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yariation · 1 day ago

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Love Hotel Megumi F. x Reader

Summery: During a mission at a love hotel, Megumi and (Y/n) encounter a curse spirit that’s got them both wet in their pants.

Warnings: VERY SMUTTY Smut, PIV, non-con?? Kinda?, mating-press, top!Megumi, under the influence?

A/n: First smut I’ve ever written.

Megumi and (Y/n) are on a mission together in a love hotel. ____________________________________________

"Shut it, will you?" Megumi's voice rough as he scolds you.

The two of your are strolling through the hallways of the love hotel. Here you are, yapping Megumi's ears off while the two of you search the building.

Megumi had received a grade one mission by the shamans. He was advised to bring a comrade, so he brought you. Now here you guys are, walking side by side in hallways lit by dim, hazy pink lights. The lighting design of the hotel could drag anyone into the intoxicating desire.

Everyone except for Megumi and you apparently. It's vacant, the building had been evacuated, because even the staff members were caught under the spell of lust. All the sex, all the blood caused by the uncontrollable friction.

"Do you feel its presence anywhere?" Megumi asks, his sharp eyes on you.

"I don't know. It's fuzzy, almost like it's everywhere." You respond, closing your eyes trying to focus.

Megumi tsks, unsatisfied with your answer. But he lets it slide for now. The two of you continue your search around the hotel. Peaking through ajar doors, ignoring the sour sent mixed with the smell of rose petals, wishing this would be over soon.

Suddenly, while walking down a pink tinted hallway the two of you see a purple fog. It's low and only just peaking around the corner. The two of you immediately start running over, making the fog retreat and turn the corner. The fine hairs on your arms stand, the tingle of the curse's presence triggering your tracking ability.

"That's the curse!" You exclaim.

"No shit, (L/n)." Megumi retorts.

You roll your eyes. By the time the two of you reach the end of the hallway and look around the corner, you find nothing. It's as if the purple fog just vanished. The only thing that remains is a lingering scent. Megumi and you stand there in defeat, staring at the dead end ahead.

"Damn it." Megumi grumbles under his breath.

That was the closest you guy's got to finding the curse. Without another words, you two take a sharp turn to continue your search around the love hotel, and continue to retrace your steps again and again. While you walk, you can't help but wonder what that smell is and how it somehow follows the two of you.

The scent is sweet, it smells of roses and candy. It suffices your nostrils and is actually almost addicting.

"Do you smell that?" You ask Megumi as the two of you walk idly.

"Yeah..." That's when his eyes suddenly widen in realization.

"How could I be so naive?! Of course. Why didn't I sense if before? We're in a domain, (Y/n)."

Your eyes widen too and you facepalm. You nod in acknowledgment. The two of you stop walking, pausing in the hall way that's filled with the same smell.

"Then we should probably retrea- ugh..." Your hand comes flying to grab your head.

"(Y/n), are you oka-" The same happens to Megumi and he grabs hold of his side.

You two try to take deep breaths, but it seems to be only getting worse. Your breaths are now heavy and in unison, bodies trembling with neither pain or fear.

"W-we should run." Megumi's groans, almost as if in pain.

You nod in agreement and try to move your legs, but they don't respond. Your body feels so limp and warm. With all the heavy breathing, strange feelings, the smell... The smell!

"Megumi! Quickly, cover your nose." You manage to utter out before you collapse to the floor.

Megumi quickly uses one hand to cover the lower half of his face. Crouching down to scoop your figure up with his free arm. In a haste he brings you into one of the rooms with an open door. Like all the other ones, it's medium sized with a pink theme and a big romantic bed.

He gently lays you on the bed with the last bits of control he has over his body. Before he knew it, the both of you are seated on the bed, side by side and panting. Your head starts to feel fuzzy, but the fuzzier it gets, the more control over your body returns.

The same for Megumi. And one thing's for sure, but unspoken between the two of you. One thing you that is happening, but won't dare mention it to the other. Mostly because you can easily tell that the other feels it too anyway.

You're both hot and bothered.

"M-Megumi, do you feel-"

"Yeah..." He responds quickly.

Your gazes meet for only moment, but that was enough to make you both snap.

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Megumi's breaths are steamy and hot as they fan against your flushed face. Both your dazed eyes gazing into each other as you frantically take off each other's clothes. Shirts, skirts and pants are tossed to the floor.

You lay on the soft bed as Megumi hovers over you, shirtless, his erection straining against his boxers that only grow tighter, as his body can only react in such ways seeing like this.

Seeing you under him, bare. Nothing but two small pieces of clothing holding him back from just ravishing you. He leans down, hesitant, but the libido serves him confidence. Pink, slightly dry, but desireful lips grazing down the skin of your neck.

When you tilt your head up, he takes it as a sign that you're comfortable. So without another thought or nervous move, he starts peppering your neck with kisses. Licking, sucking and nipping at your pulse points.

Little hums leave your lips with every dance of his lips. He pecks kisses up to your jawline, till his lips meet your cheek. He stops for moment, parting from your skin. Your breaths tingling each other, combining where they meet.

"I never noticed how beautiful you are- no, wait... I have. I just... Never told you." His voice is husky yet soft.

His words make your eyes light up, your head only jerks slightly up, but Megumi finishes your actions for you, crashing his lips against yours. A little surprised mewl escapes your mouth.

"Fuckkk... I don't care if this is the cursed spirits doing, I'm having you right here and now." He mumbles against your lips, then presses his tongue against your teeth until you grant him access.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your warm mouth. All the while his hand runs through your hair, his other one creeping down your waist, down your hip. His fingers find your panties, he gently pries your plush thighs apart.

With ease, the tip of his fingers meet your clothes clit, gently and slowly rubbing carful circles on it, eliciting a small moan from your lips.

Your little moan reaches Megumi's senses and sends the noise straight to his only hardening cock. He groans into your mouth as he moves his hips, his touch-deprived erection pressing against your thigh.

A loud pop noise is heard as your lips parts. Without another word, both Megumi's hands start racing down to just get those fucking panties off of you. Your breath hitches in your throat in surprise as you watch him slip off you panties and throw them to the side.

A heart beat is skipped when your beautiful body is revealed to him. Honestly, the sight of your pretty pussy is enough for him. He could spend the rest of the night just pleasing himself while looking at your flustered face and naked body.

He brings a finger to your already dripping hole, a result of the curse, and gently teases your soft, puffy lips. He drags the pad of his finger up and it flicks over you sensitive clit, making you gasp.

Sliding it back down, he slowly pushes his finger in. Your needy, warm, sticky walls immediately clench around it, making him smirk and chuckle darkly.

"Someone's a bit impatient."

His fingers curl inside you, causing you to whine. He pumps his finger in and out only four times, before he already adds a second. Scissoring your hole open for him. Fingers curling inside you, aiming for any spots that make you cry or moan.

Squelching noises fill the room as you only get wetter the more his fingers thrust in and out of you, grazing every right spot. His fingers are longer and bigger than yours, reaching places you could never. His skilled hands, flexible hands working you over.

You moan a loud whine when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. His hands move to the garter of his own boxers, slowly pulling them down. His erection springs free.

His tips a pretty pink, his length enough to make you nervous, his girth probably enough to make your throat hurt from screaming.

"I'll start slow. But I'm not making any promises..."

He presses his tip against your wet entrance and starts to slowly push it in. Megumi's head throws back at how tight you are, only taking his tip. The new stretch makes you wince at first, but you could already feel the pleasure start to settle in. When your breathing returns to normal, he continues pushing in.

Inch after inch, pause after pause, to make sure you can take it. After one more push, he squeezes himself fully into your tight hole. He groans deeply, loving how you spasm around his dick. You envelope him so good and the sight is just as good. This is so much fucking better than his hand.

Hands are placed on your hips as he gets used to being inside you. He slowly drags himself out, before harshly snapping himself back in. You flinch and your back arches. Yet Megumi can't help but love how you squeak and only clench tighter.

"Y-you said you'd go slow!" You complain.

"I said I won't be making any promises." Those were his last warnings before he starts gaining a fast relentless pace.

Hips crashing against yours with every harsh thrust. His swollen tip bullying your sensitive spots you could never reach inside of you. His hands now placed at the sides of your head as he finds his rhythm.

Your thighs are wide open for him. Everytime he hears a loud whimper from you, he'd immediately memories where that spot was and would aim and hit it over and over again.

His dick slides in and out, as if he were in a rush. Slamming into you, as if he hated you. He buries his face into your neck and his hands fumble down to your legs.

He grabs hold of your plush thighs, pushing them back and slightly up. He adds a little roll of his hips with every thrust which also only quicken. He's got you all squirmy and loud, yet he still wants more. He wants you to feel the same pleasure he's feeling.

So unsatisfied, he pushes your thighs back a little more, then shoves himself back into you, deeper.

A smirk curls his lips and he continues to thrust and slam into your battered pussy. The stretch of his cock making your cry out in pleasure. His speed making you writhe. It's like his tip is punching your cervix. Again and again, until your head goes fuzzy, but he just keeps going.

But you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy. Though he refuses to let himself cum before you. He brings a shaky hand to your clit, rubbing hastily. His dick rubs against every inch of flesh inside of you.

"C'mon, c'mon. Come on my dick. Fuck- fucking come on it or I'll go insane." He punctuates his words with a harsh snap of his hips.

His words like a trigger, your back arches, your grip on the pink sheets tightening, your legs cling around his hips, pulling him closer and making sure he stays inside you.

Your orgasm hits you hard, your walls flutter and clench around Megumi's cock. Feeling you drip and spasm around him, brings Megumi to his own climax. He pushes himself as deep as he can into you, before shooting ropes of cum into your poor pussy.

~~~

You sit on the bed, cleaning and wiping yourself clean with a small towel Megumi had found.

Megumi emerges from the bathroom, even though he hasn't even been there for long. In his hands he holds new, unopened vibrators and sex toys.

"Look what I found."

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nightmare-niko · 2 days ago

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Over Thinking Us [Jung wooyoung X reader]

Word count: 1,249

Warnings: gets a little steamy at the end-- but no smut!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

A/n: I'm a sucker for best friends to lovers

You send yet another text to your best Friend, Wooyoung. You had just gotten home from work about half an hour ago, and you hadn't heard from him all that time. His radio silence didn't bother you, he was a busy man. You were busy too, so you didn't mind. That didn’t mean you were going to stop sending him every funny post that was showing up on your feed.

Silently, you went around your house, getting ready for bed. Once you made it to your bed you had realized just how tired you were. Excitedly, you Kick off your slippers and get into your comfortable sheets.

You get only a few moments of trying to relax before three loud knocks. Sound from your Front door.

"Who the hell?" You mutter to yourself — you don't make moves to see who's at your door. Your phone begins to vibrate as an incoming FaceTime call flashes on your screen. "What do you want — are you outside my door?!"

Wooyoung’s laugh can be heard both from your cell phone and in person. You hang up the phone and rush to open the door. Socked feet padding gently on the hardwood floor.

You swing open your door, "What the hell are you doing here so late?!?” Wooyoung walks right passed you and Into your nome, kicking off his boots. "I have off for the weekend” " Оkау...?”

"I'm sleeping over,” He says, matter of factly.

You furrow your eyebrows, “Says who?”

"Says me now come on I brought Snacks,” He grabs your hand and leads you back into your bedroom.

“I've been texting you, you know...”

"Yeah I Know, I was busy today.”

You hadn’t noticed When you opened the door, but now that you're taking the time to look — he's in his pajamas, and he brought a backpack! It was honestly quite cute that he knew you'd both be awake at this time and willing to host him.

"Well, you have to watch the tiktoks I've sent you," You return to your soft warm sheet’s.

Wooyoung scoffs, "Yeah I know, I've been Ignoring them all day waiting to watch before bed.”

True to his word, the two of you lay next to each other watching tiktoks You loved nights like this with Wooyoung— to be honest most of your hangouts looked like this in some sort. You loved doing nothing together, With your head comfortably or Wooyoungs shoulder you continued to look through your phone. The combination of his shampoo and his cologne made your head spin. Unlike other pairs of best friends you knew-- you and Wooyoung were extremely clingy. You couldn't go anywhere together without someone accusing you of being more than Friends.

You had always immediately denied the accusations— All whole Wooyoung just laughed sexily- smugly. Of course you’d be lying if you said you wouldn't be down to be more than friends. Jung Wooyoung Was extremly attractive in every sense of the word. You just weren't sure it he thought the same For you.

Sure he always had to be close to you, sure he always had cute nicknames for you... he bought you gifts, and took you out on dates— the last time you checked your name in his phone was “baby🤍.”

Was that the reason Wooyoung never verbally denied the dating accusations? In all the years of being best friends— has he felt differently than you’ve been Perceiving?

The hand that's holding your phone begins to grow clammy. Your poor heart pounds in your chest - have you been unknowingly dating the man you've been swearing to high heaven that you were just friends with?

Shit - were you really that dense?!

"What are you zoning out about over there, baby?" His voice Knocks you out of your trance.

You fumble over your words like a love-struck idiot, "Nothing…”

"What's wrong?" He turns off his phone and looks at you. You laugh nervously, "Nothing, Woo— I swear.”

Wooyoung sits up rather abruptly, causing you to fall off his shoulder and into your pillows.

“It can't be nothing, you’ve been staring at your black phone screen for like five minutes!!"

You groan, god — this is so embarrassing.

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath. "What was that?” He leans closer to you, you feel your face begin to heat up. " You have to speak up mami.”

"It's nothing Woo, I'm just in my thoughts.” You rush out your sentence. “Long day, you know?”

Wooyoung coos, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Immediately, you feel the blood rush to your Face. "Tell me about it, baby. I'm here for you.”

You stumble over your words like never before. You had been Wooyoungs best friend for the better part of five years, and in all that time he had never affected you quite to this level.

You can't stand to look him in the eyes. Your Frantic gaze jumps all over Wooyangs face, landing on his plump lips. Man - you really wanna kiss him right now. You nibble on your lower lip, not sure if you should act on your desires or not.

"Can I..." You hesitate, wondering if it's worth it potentially ruining your relationship with your best friend.

"Can you ...?"

"Can I kiss you?" You rush your words, immediately regretting all of your life choices.

Wooyoung laughs softly, “That's what was worrying you?"

You stutter, "No- I'm - well kind of. I Don't Know,”

Your ramblings are cut short by the feeling of Wooyoungs lips on yours. When he pulls away you're frozen in shock. Thoughts spiraling a mile a minute. Your face felt so hot you were confident your whole face was bright pink. Time stood still as you tried to figure out what exactly to say next. “What... Uhm- why? I—uh, " You facepalm in embarrassment because you can’t make out a sentence, your heart pounds in your chest. All the While, Wooyoung just stares at you, Calm and amused.

"I Would never say no to kissing a babe like you" He playfully pinches your cheek, and you swat his hand away. “All you gotta do is ask, baby.”

A boost of confidence rushes through you, "really?" He nods.

"Then kiss me again." You lean toward, catching Wooyoungs in a second, more passionate kiss.

Your lips mold together like they were made for each other. Your breathing is heavy as you run your hands up his chest and around his neck, taking a handful of his hair in your fist. Wooyoungs large hands grip up your thighs and ass- territorial and intense. When the two of you pull away, a string of saliva connects the two of you — it's a perverted scene.

You can't seem to get enough, but how tired you are puts a damper on your mood. You sigh, leaning your head to the side so Wooyoung can easily kiss down your neck. "We should sleep. It’s late.”

He whines, “Okay... We will continue tomorrow.” He bites playfully on your neck before pulling away completely.

As you lay with Wooyoung in your bed, the lines between best friend and something more are den more blurred than before. But rather than fear it — you can't wait to see where this strange new chapter will go.

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slaymitchabernathy · 3 days ago

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me whenever i caught an OG hunger games reference in SOTR

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redhoodmybeloved · 4 hours ago

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so sad when the kudos/vote button doesn't work its just like "oh." in the saddest voice I have ever used

when i realize why i recognize the fanfiction i’m reading:

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blanketsim · 2 days ago

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JUDE BELLINGHAM

THIGH RIDING

THE HOTEL ROOM is dim, the only light spilling from a cracked bathroom door, casting jagged shadows across the plush carpet. The air smells faintly of his cologne—woodsy, sharp, and intoxicating—mixed with the musk of sweat from his earlier match.

Jude lounges on a sleek black armchair in the corner, legs spread wide, his body a masterpiece of taut muscle and coiled power. He's still in his post-game gear: a tight black compression shirt hugging his chest, damp with exertion, and those sinful shorts that cling to his thick thighs like a second skin. His curly hair is a mess, and his lips part as he watches you, eyes dark and predatory.

"Get over here," he says, voice a gravelly rasp that shoots straight to your core.

He slaps his thigh once, hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and your cunt clenches instinctively. You're already stripped down to nothing but a thin lace thong and one of his oversized jerseys, the hem brushing your bare thighs as you step closer. The carpet's soft under your feet, but it's the heat radiating off him that makes your skin prickle.

You straddle his thigh without a word, the first contact making you hiss. His quad is rock-hard, warm, and slick with a faint sheen of sweat, and the rough fabric of his shorts drags against the soaked scrap of lace between your legs.

You're dripping already—have been since he walked in, all swagger and testosterone—and the pressure of his muscle against your swollen clit sends a jolt up your spine.

"Fuck," you breathe, and his hands snap to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise.

"Move," he growls, jerking you forward, and you obey, grinding down on him.

The friction is filthy, exquisite—your slickness smears across his thigh, soaking through your thong and onto his skin, and he groans at the sight.

"Look at you, fucken drenched for me." His voice is pure sin, and it spurs you on, hips rolling faster, chasing that raw, aching need.

Your pussy slides against him, the lace chafing just enough to make you whimper, and every flex of his thigh—deliberate, controlled—has you gasping, clit throbbing against the unrelenting hardness.

He shifts, one hand sliding under the jersey to palm your tit, thumb flicking your nipple until it's peaked and sensitive. The other hand stays on your hip, guiding you, forcing you to ride him harder.

"That's it, baby, fuck my thigh like you mean it," he mutters, eyes locked on where you're grinding against him, watching your cunt leave a glistening trail on his skin.

Your hands clutch his shoulders, nails biting into him, and he hisses, flexing again just to hear you moan—loud, shameless, echoing off the walls.

Your rhythm falters as the pleasure spikes, sharp and overwhelming.

"Jude—shit, I—" you stammer, but he cuts you off, leaning in to nip at your jaw, stubble scraping your skin.

"Don't stop," he orders, voice thick with lust. "Wanna feel you come all over me."

His thigh tenses beneath you, pushing up against your clit, and you're a mess—panting, trembling, slick dripping down his leg as you ride him with abandon. The coil in your gut tightens, snaps, and you shatter with a cry, gushing wet heat across his thigh, body shaking as he holds you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your ear.

Your orgasm still pulses through you, a hot, shuddering wave that leaves your thighs trembling and your breath ragged, but Jude's not done with you. His thigh's soaked now—your slick coats his skin, glistening in the low light, and the sight of it makes his jaw clench, a low, guttural sound rumbling from his chest.

"Fucken hell," he mutters, eyes raking over you, taking in the way your body quivers, the way your drenched thong clings uselessly to your cunt.

His hands tighten on your hips, fingers bruising, and he drags you back into motion before you can even catch your breath.

"You're not tapping out on me yet," he says, voice rough and edged with hunger.

He flexes his thigh again, deliberate and cruel, pressing it hard against your oversensitive clit, and you yelp, the sensation sharp enough to make your whole body jerk. Your pussy's still throbbing, dripping, and every grind against his slick, muscled leg pulls a wet, obscene sound from between you.

It's filthy—the squelch of your arousal mixing with your gasps—and he eats it up, one hand sliding down to grip your ass, spreading you wider so he can feel every twitch of your cunt against him.

"Jude—fuck, it's too much," you whine, but your hips don't stop, can't stop, chasing that brutal, delicious friction even as it borders on torture.

He smirks, dark and wicked, and shifts beneath you, planting his foot flat on the floor so his thigh angles up, hitting you deeper.

"Too much?" he mocks, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "You're soaking me, baby. You love it."

He's right—you do, and the proof's in the way you're grinding harder, clit dragging against him, slick running down his leg to pool on the chair.

His hand on your ass slips lower, fingers brushing the soaked lace of your thong, and then he's tugging it aside, baring your pussy completely. The cool air hits you for a split second before you're back on his thigh, skin on skin now, and the contact's so raw you nearly scream.

"There we go," he growls, watching your cunt slide against him, lips parted and swollen, leaving a shiny mess.

His thumb finds your clit, circling it once, twice, rough and unrelenting, and you're gone—head thrown back, nails clawing at his shoulders as another climax builds too fast, too hard.

"Gonna come again, huh?" he taunts, pressing his thumb harder, and you can't even answer, just moan, loud and broken, as your hips buck wildly.

He leans in, teeth grazing your neck, then biting down, and that's it—you're shattering again, gushing over his thigh, a hot, wet rush that has him cursing under his breath.

"Fuck, that's it—drench me," he rasps, holding you tight as you shake apart, your slick dripping down his leg, pooling beneath him.

You're a panting, trembling wreck, but he's still hard beneath you, his dick straining against his shorts, and the glint in his eye says he's nowhere near finished.

"Catch your breath," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, "'cause I'm fucking you next."

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awsomeemochick · 3 days ago

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When I first read the outsiders I was reading it in one sitting cuz I didn't care if I was ahead of my class, I just couldn't help myself. But I wanted a break (i was like halfway through the book) so I went to wattpad(I didn't use a03 yet) and was looking for outsiders fanfics. The first sentence was 'Johnny and Dally don't die in this!! ☺'... I was like WHATTT. then I sobbed.

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armpirate · 1 day ago

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RED || Jungkook | Ch. 12

MASTERLIST Previous || Next

Pairings: Demon!Jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, fantasy, past life

Warnings: Explicit language, mention of death and suicide, demonology, violence, rough sex

Summary: Y/n thought her life couldn't get worse after losing her parents in a tragic accident. Years after, she's aware of everyone moving forward, while she's in the same place, isolated and alone. She struggles to find meaning in a world that seems indifferent to her grief. Desperate for comfort, to feel the deep connection she had been missing, she starts the manifestation, expecting an inoffensive entity to walk with her that rough path. What she doesn't know is that she awoke the mysterious entity tied to an old necklace around her neck.

Jungkook, a mysterious and seductive figure, appears in her life, offering the company she craves. But as his presence grows stronger, so does the unsettling sense that there's more to him -and the necklace- than meets the eye, unfolding all the reasons that took him to that place.

Now, as the past bleeds into the present, Y/n must fight with her growing feelings for the demon who seems familiar yet dangerous. Jungkook is determined to reclaim his power, but in doing so, he may doom Y/n once again. Bound by fate, the two are locked in a dangerous mix of love, redemption, and the looming threat of destruction.

Will they break the curse that has haunted them both, or will history repeat itself with devastating consequences?

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

The next few days settled into something dangerously close to routine.

For Y/n, it was almost unsettling how quickly Jungkook had integrated himself into her life. He still annoyed her to no end, still strutted around like he owned everything he set his eyes on, and still refused to sleep on the couch, opting to take over her bed half the time.

But somehow, she had stopped questioning his presence.

Mornings were filled with Jungkook shamelessly stealing her coffee and making dramatic complaints about how "primitive" human breakfast was. Afternoons were spent at university, where he sat through lectures with a mix of boredom and eerie familiarity, only perking up when professors mentioned subjects that sparked something in him.

And nights? Nights were the strangest part.

Sometimes he would disappear onto the balcony, gazing at the city lights like he was searching for something. Other times, he'd casually pester her with questions about modern life, things he should already know, but the way he listened -really listened- made her wonder if he was remembering more than he was learning.

Something about the way he listened, about the way he looked at her, gave her a sense of familiarity she couldn't quite understand, because it made no sense. She opted for blaming everything on his charm as a demon, it was probably part of his nature to earn people's trust. It couldn't have any other explanation.

It was weird. But also... normal.

Too normal.

Which was exactly why, when her friends texted her about going out, she surprised herself by agreeing just to disconnect herself from her own thoughts and how familiar they were getting around him.

—You? Partying? —Jungkook raised an eyebrow, lounging lazily on her bed, twirling one of her pens between his fingers—. Didn't take you for the type.

—I am the type —she scoffed, stuffing her makeup into a small bag—. I just don't always have time.

He was right. She wasn't the type. She had never been the type, not even when her life was all flowers and fairy tales. She couldn't find the appeal of getting drunk or just being stuffed against strangers in a club.

But when her friends told her, she didn't hesitate on agreeing because she wanted a quick escape from the routine that started making her get used to Jungkook.

Jungkook hummed as if he didn't believe her answer. And of course he didn't. She didn't make any sense, at all.

—What? —she narrowed her eyes.

—Nothing —he said, shrugging, though the smirk playing at his lips suggested otherwise—. It's just... you don't seem like you'd be fun at a party.

Y/n stopped mid-motion, turning slowly to glare at him, her eyebrows slightly raising.

—Excuse me?

Jungkook leaned back against one of her couch pillows, stretching his arms behind his head.

—You'd probably stand in a corner sipping one drink the entire night, refusing to dance, and judging everyone else.

—I... —she gaped at him— I do not...

—Oh, you absolutely do. I can tell.

—I've literally never gone to a party with you!

—I can just tell —he said smugly—. That's why you won't be as boring tonight, because I'll change that.

She grabbed the nearest object -her pillow- and threw it at him with force. He caught it midair with infuriating ease, barely flinching.

—You do realize you don't have to come, right? —she pointed out.

—Oh, but I do —Jungkook lazily tossed the pillow aside, smirking his way into her brain, crossing his legs with an annoying confidence—. You think I'm letting you go alone after what happened at the mall?

Her lips parted to argue, but his expression had already shifted -less playful, more serious. The reminder of the strange figures, of the eerie warnings, sent a shiver down her spine.

—Fine —she huffed—. But don't ruin my night.

Jungkook's smirk returned, slow and knowing.

—No promises.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned back to her mirror, attempting to focus on fixing her makeup. She barely had the eyeliner steady when she noticed movement behind her, Jungkook, standing just behind her chair, arms crossed as he examined the various cosmetic products sprawled across her vanity.

—What now? —she sighed.

—Last time I was manifested, there weren't so many types of... paints —he huffed—. I bet half of those bottles are the same thing but named differently.

—Are you just watching to complain about that? —she sighed, her voice leaving with clear annoyance.

—I'm just wondering —he mused, picking up a tube of lipstick and inspecting it like it was an ancient artifact—. How much war paint does one need before they're ready for battle?

She grabbed the lipstick from his hand and shoved it back onto the table.

—Get out of here and go back to watch TV.

—I'm just saying —he chuckled, stepping back with hands raised in surrender— you don't need all that.

—Are you trying to compliment me or just trying to get on my nerves?

—Can't it be both? —Jungkook grinned.

She groaned, pushing him as she tried to get him to settle back on the couch.

—Hey! You might've manifested me, but I'm a demon, not a 5 year old to tell me to watch TV so I won't bother you. Which, by the way, you'd make such a good mom —he said with every hint of irony.

—Let me take a second to recover from your hurtful words —she quickly answered back—. Go put on something decent, and don't embarrass me.

—Decent? —he echoed, glancing down at himself—. I always look good. Even with the shitty clothes you bought me at that department store. Do I remind you how I make five dollar shirts look like they're five hundred?

—Just stop talking and start getting dressed, or else I'll leave without you —she shoved him harder—. Just go, pick something and get dressed.

As he finally stopped fighting her and her words, Y/n sighed and turned back to her reflection.

It was going to be a long night...

The club was packed, the music pulsing through the floor in deep, rhythmic waves. It had been a while since Y/n had gone out like this, and though she hated to admit it, it felt... good.

Her friends had already pulled her to the bar, talking loudly over the music, while Jungkook trailed behind, looking out of place but not uncomfortable.

He got attention the moment they walked in. Of course he did. He was Jungkook: effortlessly attractive, radiating something otherworldly even when he was trying to blend in, he just had that pull that made women and men turn to him instantly.

And he loved it.

She caught him smirking at a group of people who were clearly checking him out, but to her surprise, he didn't engage. Instead, he stayed close, his eyes scanning the crowd with a casual kind of awareness, like he was waiting for something to happen.

Y/n tried to ignore how much safer that made her feel. Because, as much as she hated to accept it, Jungkook wouldn't hurt her the way some other people out there would. He was annoying and pushy, sure. But he had a way of respecting boundaries, of never crossing lines, of cutting things out when he was aware that the joke wasn't funny anymore, and that made her so comfortable.

—So? —one of her friends grinned, nudging her— . Having fun?

—Actually, yeah —Y/n admitted, sipping her drink.

She was about to say something else when a voice cut through the noise, low, familiar, and instantly freezing her blood.

—Didn't think I'd see you here.

Her stomach dropped.

No. Not tonight.

Slowly, she turned.

And there he was.

Jackson.

His presence hit her like a slap. It had been a while, but the memories came back fast -way too fast for her liking. They ran over her like a truck with no one behind the wheel.

The whispers. The stares. The way everything in her life had unraveled after him.

Jungkook, standing beside her, immediately noticed the shift in her energy. His smirk disappeared, his gaze sharpening as he glanced between them, everything he got from her completely transformed to instantly disgust him.

—Long time no see —her ex continued, lips curling in amusement, like that was funny to him.

Y/n swallowed, forcing her expression to remain neutral. She refused to let him see how much he still had an effect on her.

—Yeah —she said, voice clipped— . It has.

"Not enough" she thought deep inside.

Her friends had gone quiet, sensing the tension. They even moved to, eventually, reach the bar and go back to the laughs and jokes.

Jungkook, however, took a single step forward. He wasn't going to leave her alone, he wasn't going to allow that person, whoever was causing those drastic changes in her state, have more power by seeing her alone.

—And you are? —Jungkook asked, his tone casual but laced with something dangerous, almost as if he was threatening to act with any wrong answer.

Jackson barely spared him a glance.

—You must be the new one.

Jungkook's jaw twitched.

Y/n clenched her fists, trying to will the heat rising in her chest to disappear. She couldn't understand how he had the audacity to act that way about her, as if she hopped from one guy to another, when the reason for their break up was evident.

She didn't want a scene. She didn't want her night to be ruined. She focused on controlling her breathing, on calming herself down.

But then Jackson's eyes flicked to her, the smirk widening.

—Didn't think you'd recover so fast after what happened last time.

Something inside her snapped.

Before she could react, Jungkook stepped in front of her, his body a solid barrier between her and the man she used to love -used to trust.

But that wasn't about love. That wasn't about heartbreak and how hurt she was about him leaving her.

It was about what he did to her. About what pushed her to be disgusted every time their eyes met, how he crossed her boundaries to disrespect them and act against everything she thought they built together.

—Do you want to leave here with all your teeth? —Jungkook asked, tilting his head slightly.

Her thoughts weren't clear, they didn't make any sense, but the feelings that evolved from all of them made Jungkook almost shift in his place with the outrage that was cursing through his veins.

The air around them seemed to change. Jungkook wasn't loud, wasn't aggressive -if anything, he looked bored. But there was something wrong about his presence now, something almost suffocating.

Y/n knew that look.

The barely restrained violence simmering just beneath the surface.

Jackson hesitated. Just for a second.

But Jungkook caught it.

—That's what I thought —he took a slow step closer, voice dropping— . Now, walk away before I change my mind.

A beat of silence.

Then, Jackson scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and turned on his heel.

—Bet she's still crying about what happened while hopping on your dick.

And then, it all snapped.

Jungkook's power wasn't flashy. It didn't need to be.

It was subtle -terrifyingly so. And it just needed a boost, a small push that Y/n's energy strangely offered him in that moment.

With just a glance, a shift in his expression, reality bent around his will. His presence, already unnerving, became suffocating, like the air itself recoiled from him. And then -it hit.

A pain so visceral, so consuming, it felt as if unseen blades were twisting through Jackson's flesh, carving into the very core of his target. It wasn't just agony -it was personalized suffering. His body reacted as if it were being torn apart, the nerves screaming, the gut-wrenching sensation of being split in half overtaking every other thought.

But there was no wound. No blood. No physical harm.

Just pain: raw, undiluted, and utterly inescapable. And even then, Jungkook knew it wouldn't compare to the pain he made her feel.

And worst of all?

Jungkook controlled exactly how long it lasted. Or, more like, he controlled himself until Y/n's voice cut through his deep thoughts when she saw Jackson falling to his knees and everyone surrounding him to find out what was happening.

Y/n let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding when her ex boyfriend fell flat on the floor, and Jungkook's muscles slowly relaxed.

He didn't move right away. His shoulders were still a bit tense, his gaze locked on her ex's retreating form like he was daring him to turn back.

Y/n placed a hand on his arm. Only then did he exhale, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off an instinct.

—That —Y/n finally said, still slightly breathless— was dramatic. What did you do?

Jungkook turned to her, his expression unreadable for a moment -then, just like that, he smirked.

—You're welcome.

Y/n sighed, pressing her fingers to her temples.

—You didn't have to do that.

—Didn't I? —Jungkook's smirk faltered, just for a second.

There was something unreadable in his gaze. Like he knew -like he understood more than she had told him.

The weight of it made her stomach twist.

But before she could say anything, her friends pulled her away, sensing she needed a distraction. For a second, he wanted to pull her away from them, he wanted to snap at them for leaving her alone when she needed them the most. But he didn't fight. Jungkook let them, knowing she needed to think about something else, but as the night went on, she felt his eyes on her.

Watching.

Waiting.

Protecting.

And for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel alone.

The night carried on, the music loud, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol. Her friends kept her engaged, distracting her with lighthearted conversation and forced laughter, but the tension from earlier still lingered, curling at the edges of her mind like smoke that refused to clear.

And Jungkook... he never strayed too far.

She didn't have to look to know he was there -leaning against the bar, watching the crowd with a carefully unreadable expression. But she felt him, a steady presence even as the world around her buzzed with chaos.

Eventually, as the hours slipped by, she stepped outside for some air.

The cold hit her immediately, sharp and sobering. She exhaled, watching her breath fog up in the neon-lit alley, her fingers gripping the railing as she leaned into it. The night should've been fun. It should've been normal. But now, her thoughts were a mess.

A shift behind her. A familiar warmth at her side.

She didn't need to turn to know it was him.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The noise from inside bled into the streets, muffled by distance. And yet, here, in the quiet, the weight in her chest felt heavier.

Jungkook was the first to break the silence.

—Does it still hurt?

The question caught her off guard. She turned, brows furrowing, but he wasn't looking at her -his gaze was distant, watching the city beyond.

Her fingers curled around the railing. "Did it still hurt?", she didn't need to do any second guesses to know what he was talking about.

She wanted to say no. She wanted to say she had moved on, that she had buried the pain and left it behind.

But instead, she let out a quiet breath.

—Not as much as it used to.

Not as much because that pain only caused a bigger pain that still hunted her.

Jungkook nodded, as if he understood. Maybe he did.

Another beat of silence. Then...

—If he ever tries again...

His voice was softer this time, but laced with something darker, something sharp enough to cut. She turned fully to face him, finding his gaze already on hers. The neon lights reflected in his dark eyes, making them gleam with something unreadable.

She swallowed.

—He won't —she said, more to convince herself than him.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, considering her words. Then, with the smallest of smirks, he murmured:

—Good.

She huffed, turning back toward the city, and after a moment, he joined her -both of them standing there, side by side, as the world continued on around them.

But something had changed.

There was a tension between them now, subtle but undeniable, stretching tight like a wire ready to snap. The weight in her chest wasn't just from the past anymore. It was something new, something dangerously close to anticipation.

When she finally turned back toward him, he was already watching her.

Something about the way he looked at her made her pulse stutter. The neon glow cast sharp shadows on his face, highlighting the curve of his lips, the dark edge of his gaze. It should've made him look distant. But he didn't feel distant.

He felt close.

Too close.

Her breath hitched as he reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. His fingers were warm against her chilled skin, lingering just a second too long.

—You're staring —she murmured, barely audible.

—So are you.

Her heart pounded. She should've pulled away. She should've said something -anything- to break the spell.

But then his gaze dipped to her lips.

And before she could second-guess herself, before she could even think... She kissed him.

It was soft at first, hesitant. Like testing the weight of something fragile. But the second Jungkook responded, tilting his head and pressing deeper, the hesitation melted away.

His hand curled around her jaw, steady and sure, as he pulled her closer. The cold was forgotten, the noise of the club fading into nothing. For a moment, there was only the heat between them, the slow, intoxicating slide of his lips against hers.

By the time they pulled apart, her breath was unsteady.

Jungkook's gaze flickered over her face, searching. His smirk was gone, replaced by something else entirely -something unreadable, something real.

—That was unexpected —he murmured, his voice lower than before.

She swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly against his shirt.

—Yeah.

A pause. Then, his lips quirked just barely.

—But not unwelcome.

She didn't have a response to that.

So she just let him look at her for a little while longer, both of them standing there, hearts unsteady, as the night stretched on around them.

Taglist: @vsr4197 , @aznstoner , @curse-of-art

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m4y4wasnthere · 2 days ago

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prom !

k.bkg x f!reader

part 1, part 2, part 3

warnings: not proofread! swearing, kidnapping

summary: a team of pro heros makes a plan to come save you ! why does this seem so easy ?

a/n: sorry this took so long! ive been pretty busy recently 😓😓

“we’ve got a lead on where y/n should be. the last time she texted bakugou, we were able to track the last sent location from its gps. shes in a nearby town in an abandoned house” aizawa was making markings on a whiteboard, he was in charge of leading the group of heros that are going to save you.

bakugou sat quietly in his seat. most of class 1-A weren’t involved in this mission. the only people allowed to come along were midoryia and todoroki.

“bakugou have you gotten any more texts? or were the ones from a few nights ago still the most recent.”

“still the mos’ recent.”

bakugou fiddled with the hen of his costume sleeve. the metal squares barely creasing with his pulling at the fabric.

hurry the fuck up so we can go save her already.

you and bakugou were never officially a thing. him asking you to prom never confirmed anything between you too. even when you guys got there, you disappeared before the food was even served.

── .✦

it was nightfall by the time everyone arrived at the street the house was located on.

“kacchan are you sure you’re up to this? we know you and y/n we-“

“shut the hell up deku. its not like she was my girlfriend.” bakugou’s own words hit him hard. you weren’t even his girlfriend yet he cared so much for you.

his phone buzzed.

bakugou gave aizawa the phone as soon as he noticed somebody else start texting him.

“the phone number got blocked again. they know we are here.” aizawa communicated with the rest of the group.

── .✦

the heroes finally made it inside the house after defeating some low-level punks. the walls on the inside were destroyed, the only way to go, was downstairs into the basement.

aizawa instructed some pro heroes to stay outside and some to stay on the first level.

he took bakugou, midoryia, todoroki and hawks downstairs with him.

it was a narrow hallway with a few doors on each side. aizawa silently signaled with his fingers which doors to check.

bakugou pressed his ear up against a door, he strained to hear anythinf that might’ve gave them a signal you were in there.

he was about to leave when he heard the smallest breath.

he couldn’t wait for further orders, he kicked open the door with a loud bang ! and ran inside.

there you were. arms tied around your back, sitting up against shigaraki.

“leave and i won’t activate my quirk against her.” shigaraki threatened while wrapping 4 fingers around your neck.

bakugou froze.

the image of you sitting in a chair, cloth covering your mouth, tied up, about to die would live in his mind forever.

“bakugou, now !” aizawa yelled as he activated his quirk and restrained the blue haired villain with his scarf.

bakugou ran without thinking towards you and dragged your chair with him to the door.

cracks of crumbling flesh were heard falling to the floor.

todoroki took you farther into the hallway and took the cloth out of your mouth.

“y/n ! you’re gonna be alright, we’re all here to save you.”

“no please go, hes going to make me-“

there was an unbearing pain in your arms.

in a flash you broke out of your restraints and made todoroki fall to the floor in an instant.

taglist !

@aj1j , @starlightanyaaa , @delightfulinfluencersong , @strawberry-wine320

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