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Seat of Power | jungkook political au 02

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

chapter summary: Jungkook’s father doesn’t like that your mother is winning a seat at the national assembly and he has nothing left to do but to eliminate the threat. Jungkook does his best to save you but there are situations that he cannot control just like the things that happen when you wake up after being in a coma. 

chapter warnings: stalking, yandere, character death, traumatic brain injury, breakdowns, panic attack word count: 10k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny Masterlist

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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cunning affairs | jeon jungkook

summary: you’re his best friend, sure you’re a bitch 95% of the time and you have absolutely no empathy but he loves you and you’re nice to him

warnings: smut, shy Jungkook, college au, sub!jungkook, female!reader, mentions of partying, drinking, smoking weed, humiliation kink, praise kink, virgin koo, he’s got a schlon, degradation, face sitting, riding, biting, hickies, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, READER IS A BITCH, mean girl x shy boy trope, mentions of past relationships, mentions of cheating, PORN WITH PLOT, needy kook, non protective sex, oral sex (both receiving), masturbation, jealousy, possessiveness, READER CUSSES A LOT, manipulative, tit play, JUNGKOOK LOVES BOOBS, cunnilingus

- You woke up, horrible hangover. You couldn’t even remember how many shots you had taken. You spent more time getting drinks than actually enjoying the party. It was around noon when you finally woke up. Jungkook’s bed feeling extra cozy today as you struggled to get up. You could hear people talking from beyond the door and it was driving you insane. Grumpily, you got up from bed — too fast might you add — you wore an old shirt of Jungkook’s and you looked in his drawer for some socks. You went to his bathroom, grabbing your extra toothbrush and brushing your morning breath away.

“Sleeping Beauty is awake,” Yoongi chuckled. You gave him your middle finger, throwing yourself on the couch carelessly. Jungkook was a huge fucking weeb and gamer. Him and his lame ass friends you surrounded yourself with. It had been just your friendship with Taehyung for a long time, and it was fine that way, until you met Jungkook. He was unbelievably shy at first, he still is sometimes, but he introduced you to some of his Comp Sci nerd friends and Taehyung liked them too much to not become friends with them.

You watched as Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook played some video game on the tv in the living room. You pushed your legs onto Yoongi’s lap, barely acknowledging Namjoon and Jin as they prepared an order of pizza on their phone. You played with Jungkook’s hair mindlessly as he sat just below you on the floor. He even leaned his head back every now and then whenever you’d slow down or completely stop. “Somebody set me up on a date with one your weeb friends,” you sighed, pulling your hand away as you sat up, “Or somebody who could give me a good dicking.”

“I’m right here just say the words,” Jimin chuckled. You rolled your eyes, “Aren’t you sleeping with that stupid hag?” He shrugged, “Yeah what about it? I think she’s going broke or something. This month she paid me like two hundred less.”

“Sleep with Jungkook,” Jin shrugged, “We all know damn well he needs some good cooch in his life. Or cooch in general, isn’t that right?” It wasn’t a secret that Jungkook was a virgin. The boy couldn’t even talk to you without stuttering let alone somebody he was actually interested in. The boys teased him a lot about it. You carressed the side of his face, “Kook wouldn’t be able to handle me for his first time. Isn’t that right Kookie? I’d break him.” He looked up, big doe eyes staring at you. He cleared his throat, snapping his eyes back to the screen in front of him. Your relationship with Jungkook was strictly platonic. He was an easy person to talk to and very comforting. You weren’t exactly sure why he liked being your friend, considering he’s a sensitive boy—but he claimed you were nice, to him at least.

You ended up leaving his place, heading back to your place. You were lucky enough that your best friend lived a few doors down from you. You weren’t sure what you’d do without her near. You let yourself in, paying no mind to the naked guy on her couch. He looked to you for a moment, cheeks turning beet red as you let yourself into her fridge. “When did you get here?” Your friend, Mina, came out from her bedroom wearing nothing but her undergarments. She sat on the guy’s lap. “Like two seconds ago. Do you have cereal?” You asked pulling the milk out. You haven’t had the chance to go grocery shopping yet. “Lucky Charms,” Mina turned to the guy, kissing his jaw lightly.

It was late again. You hadn’t bothered texting Jungkook or the others at all. You had a bad hangover and you just wanted to be in bed. You would’ve gladly stayed in Jungkook’s room if it weren’t for them being so loud in the living room. He had sent you a text.

kook🐰: can i come over?

you: idkkkkk. why? you miss me?

kook🐰: yes :( I gotta talk to u

you: did you get a girl preg or sum?

kook🐰: stopppp open up im here

You let out a sigh, it was dark out already and tomorrow was Sunday but you didn’t want to do anything tonight. Your roommate just got here too, and knowing her lazy ass she was probably in the living room pigging out. You didn’t bother glancing at her as you made your way to the door, opening it to find him waiting out there.

“Hey Jungkook!” Your roommate, Yeaun, smiled. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand as you pulled him behind you, “Don’t talk to him.” You hated her. She was an acquaintance of your ex, and she knew he was cheating but never said anything. The only reason you two still lived together was because neither one of you were going to pay to terminate the lease. “She’s so nice,” Jungkook smiled as he closed the door behind himself watching as you jumped onto your bed. You rolled your eyes, “If she’s so nice why don’t you go out there with her?”

He shook his head, laying down next to you, “Don’t wanna.” You sighed, hand going to play with his hair, he leaned into your touch, “Then what do you want?” He dug his face into the covers, mumbling. “Speak clearly Kook or get out.” He whined, lifting his head up, “There’s this girl I like. And I wanna ask her out but I don’t know how.”

“Say ‘Hey, will you suck my dick?’ And if she says no it’s not meant to be.” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “I’m being serious.” You let your phone rest on your chest, waiting for a text back from Mina. “Well that depends, who is she? Is she a weeb like you? If so I’m not helping some otakus get laid.” You teased him, he rolled his eyes at you, “Stop seriously, I just need your help. We have Psych together and she’s super nice, you might know her, Kang Jisoo?”

You let out a laugh, not meaning for it to come out so harsh but it slipped, “Oh god the weirdo? You like Ugly Betty? Iconic. Didn’t take her as your type.” He sighed, pushing himself off your bed, “Taehyung was right, I shouldn’t have asked you for help.”

“I’m just playing don’t get your panties in a twist,” you chuckled, still barely able to hold in your laughter. There wasn’t anything wrong with Jisoo actuallt. She was just boring to look at or to talk to, or to sit next to. There was literally nothing special about her. Her glasses too big for her face. Her hair always had a greasy shine to it like the girl didn’t know what a shower was. And she had a nasally voice that drove you and Taehyung insane in Advanced Composition. And she was a know-it-all. A Hermione Granger but a thousand times worse than your Wizarding World queen. “Um first of all, just be upfront and ask her out the normal way. It’s not hard, you’re hot she’ll say yes,” you shrugged.

It was hard to take you seriously. If you weren’t being bitchy you were being sarcastic. It was hard to find the line between you being serious and not since you treated everything like a joke. You and Tae sat in Advanced Composition. Lucky enough for you, Jisoo was currently going on about some TedTalk she had seen about the effects of technology in a classroom. Her and the Professor were going back and forth. “I’d so do Professor Lee,” you told him eyefucking the man mentioned. He was young, radiated Dead Poets Society energy. “You’d fuck anything,” Tae said, brows furrowed as he listened to what Jisoo was saying, “I’m surprised Jungkook told you that he was attracted to someone.”

“Why are you surprised?” The professor’s eyes landed on you for a moment and you were two seconds away from jumping down your row to suck his dick.

He sighed, “Well because you’re made for each other. I figured you’d be mad or he’d be too nervous to tell you. You know the guy doesn’t do anything that you wouldn’t like.” You chuckled quietly, “That’s stupid. I love Jungkook, I seriously do but let’s be honest. If him and I were together in that way I’d make him cry.”

It was lunch, you sat in the lunchroom with the boys and Mina. You and Mina were talking about all the things you’d let Professor Lee do to you. Personally you wouldn’t mind if he bent you over someone’s desk and manhandled you. She preferred to let him take her in the backseat of a car. “You’re gross,” Jungkook scrunched his nose in disgust, “He’s a teacher.” You rolled your eyes, “You’ve never had a teacher x student fantasy? Try it with Jisoo, maybe she can be your librarian.”

“Stop,” he whined, gripping the hem of your shirt from the back. You pinched his cheek playfully, “Aw okay, my little Kookie.” He winced, looking to Jimin who smiled from across the table, “Jisoo just got here. If you’re going to ask her to hang out tonight you better go do it now.”

“I can’t,” he looked to her, twiddling his fingers nervously, “What if she says no?” Mina sighed, “What are we doing tonight?” You pushed Jungkook out of his seat, “Hurry up before I tell her you said her cootie cat smells like ham.” He looked back to you, brows knitted together as he stumbled out of the chair. Taehyung shrugged, “Jungkook wants us over at his place so he feels more comfortable when she comes over. You guys should come, bring beer too.”

It was actually a surprise when Jungkook said she was at the door. You seriously thought she wouldn’t show up, but there she was backpack in hand and textbooks. “Oh... I don’t know why I brought my backpack,” she blushed looking behind Jungkook at the group of people. “Jisoo you know them all right? That’s Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Mina and Y/n. Come in.”

The girl wasn’t that bad, you couldn’t lie and say she was. She was just boring and watching her and Jungkook talk to each other was like watching a shitty Hallmark production. “Y/n, question, you dated Hoseok right?” Jisoo asked, looking to you as you and Mina were focused on taking selfie’s to send to whatever guy was snap chatting you. You stiffened for a moment, “Uh yeah, why?”

“He’s dating my friend right now, I just wanted to know if he was a nice guy,” Jisoo shrugged looking back down to where he’d and Jungkook had been playing some video game together. Tae put his hand on your knee, mouthing easy tiger. You forced a smile, “The nicest guy you’ll ever meet.”

“That’s good. I don’t want him to hurt Jina, she’s too nice for that.”

“So should only people who aren’t nice be hurt then?” You asked, head tilting to the side. Taehyung’s grip on your knee tightened. She shook her head not picking up on your tone, “No. Not like that at all. I’m just saying, Jina is too sensitive for that stuff. She gets hurt easily and she has good intentions so I don’t want Hoseok to break her heart.”

You chuckled, typing away on your phone, “Jina’s a fucking cunt so I hope Hoseok breaks that little heart of hers.” It fell quiet. Jisoo’s eyes lingering on yours. You arched a brow, urging her to say something. Jungkook looked to you, eyes begging to stop. And that was only going to fuel your anger. Because Jungkook knew exactly what Jina did to you and he was looking to you like you were the one in the wrong when Jisoo was the one to bring the guy up in the first place. “What?” Jisoo asked, head tilting to the side. You rolled your eyes, pushing Mina’s legs off your lap, “I’m gonna go get drunk or something.”

You didn’t see Jisoo again up close until Friday night. Taehyung had his arm around your shoulders as she walked in behind Jungkook. They both looked unbelievably out of element. Jungkook never came to parties unless with you so you wanted to know if he was shitting bricks yet. “Play nice kitten,” Yoongi poked your nose when he found them walking in. You rolled your eyes, tilting your cup back and letting the alcohol burn down your throat. You almost choked, eyes widening as you found the couple behind them two. You could feel your nostrils flare up. In walked Hoseok looking as confident as ever with his girlfriend on his arm. Or, correcting your terms ‘in walked the cheating son of a bitch and the side chick’. Two months. That’s how long ago your breakup with him was. Two years with him and seven months of your relationship was spent with him sleeping with Jina behind your back. You would’ve noticed it sooner if you were so lovestruck by the first guy you ever fell in love. If he didn’t tell you he loved you every night and slept in your bed you might’ve seen it coming. Jungkook looked uncomfortable next to them, eyes not wanting to meet yours.

You’d never admit it, but your relationship with Hoseok was why you slowly became less empathetic. Taehyung was the first to notice since he’d known you the longest. At first you weren’t the nicest but still manageable, but the man would gaslight the fuck out of you. Making you believe that everything was in your head and that if you would fight it was your fault. Then he blamed you when you found out he was sleeping with Jina. “Well if you were nicer to me I wouldn’t have don’t it.” “You’re crazy, I’m not sleeping with anyone else, why? Are you cheating on me? Is that why you want to think I’m cheating on you so bad?”

“He—“ you didn’t give Jungkook a chance to speak to you. The others had left but he came to you. You walked off to get another drink, him trailing after you like a puppy. “Please don’t be mad at me.” “I didn’t know she invited them.” You ignored him, feeling a small shot cup with Bacardi and taking it straight. He didn’t give up until you left to play Beer pong with Joon, Jin, and Tae. From the corner of your eye you could see him and Jisoo laughing happily and Jisoo making Hoseok and him talk. He would laugh with him too.

“Why’d you call Jina a cunt? What did you tell Jisoo?” You laughed, pouring yourself another drink when Hobi came up next to you. You didn’t say anything, adding a drop of soda to your Vodka before chugging it. “Stop drinking and answer me. She didn’t do anything to you, it was me.” “No it was both of you,” you finished the rest down, wincing at the taste for a moment, “You for being a cheater and her for knowing you were in a relationship and still choosing to fuck you. So, did I really lie? Or is she actually a cunt?”

“And you think you’re a saint or something?” Hoseok asked snatching the bottle out of your hands, “If you weren’t such a fucking alcoholic we’d still be together but you had to go and fuck around. What’d you expect? I’d just watch you ruin yourself and not fall for anyone?”

“Is that the excuse you’re using now? I thought you cheated because I was mean,” you chuckled, “Or no you said because I was too nice. No, because I didn’t give you enough attention. Wait that doesn’t sound right, you said it was because I wouldn’t party with you. But now it’s because I drink?”

“You’re still on that?” Another voice piped in. You rolled your eyes, Jina’s voice filling you ears. At one point you thought she your friend too. You’d study together and text often, sometimes hanging out to shop, but clearly she was just trying to get closer to Hobi. “Look, leave it in the past if you’re over him let it go.” You ignored her, filling your cup once again.

“Or are you just mad that Jisoo is fucking Jungkook?” She added. To that you had to laugh. First of all, nobody was fucking Jungkook but you weren’t going to say that. The two had barely started talking a couple weeks ago and he was still a fat virgin. “Y/n,” Jungkook called for you, Jisoo on his arm. “Just admit that you’re bitter because nobody wants you,” Jina said, you could hear Jisoo snicker behind you.

Taehyung had heard. He was coming as fast as he could before it escalated any further. But by the time he got there, the damage had been done. Your drink covered Jina from head to toe, the cup resting on the top of her head. “Get out,” he told the group, looking to Jungkook with hard eyes. You didn’t expect Jungkook to follow them out, but you let it be. He must’ve liked Jisoo a lot to go after her, or maybe he was tired of you too, you didn’t care. You spent the night hooking with someone else anyway to fuck the night out of you.

- You ignored his texts for a whole month. Not letting him hang out with you. You didn’t even look to Jisoo once or bother asking the others to hang out. You hung out with Mina, occasionally sparking conversation with whoever she was fucking while she was showering. They were boring to say the least. You didn’t eat in the lunchroom and you didn’t bother sitting near him during class. You could see him wanting to talk to you but he never did.

It was Saturday night. You didn’t go out surprisingly. There was knocking on your door, and you opened it assuming it was some guy who forgot his keys in your room. But it was Jungkook, hair a mess and eyes red. “Please let me in.” “No.” You could hear him sniffling, a tear falling, “I can’t take you being mad at me anymore.”

“I’m not mad Jungkook, you chose your side,” you shrugged moving to the side so he could cry his eyes out away from your nosy ass neighbors. He shook his head, “No. No that’s not right.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” your finger pushed against his chest, “I saw you walk out with them at Tae’s party.” He shook his head again, “I only did it to tell her I didn’t want to see her anymore.” You rolled your eyes watching as he full on cried in front of you like the pussy he was, “She tried telling me that you were mean and a bitch and I told her to shut up. I told her that you were the nicest person ever and that Hoseok was a dick for treating you like shit and that Jina was a cunt.”

You laughed dryly, lightly pushing his shoulder back, “And you expect me to believe you of all people said that? Please Jungkook everyone knows you don’t have a spine.” He nodded reaching for you but you moved away, “I did! I tried telling Taehyung because you were closest to him but he wouldn’t listen either. And Yoongi hyung was mad at me too. And I couldn’t tell you because you blocked my number. And-and in class you sat so far from me. And I didn’t see you during lunch so I thought I’d give you space but I can’t do it anymore. I miss you.”

“Shut up,” you looked at him, his eyes watered at your slightly disgusted face, “You are too much of a coward to say anything. Jisoo found out you were a virgin and left you huh?” “Stop!” He yelled, brows scrunching, “Stop talking about Jisoo. I didn’t even like her that much. I just thought maybe if I were to be with her you’d get jealous and want me but clearly it didn’t work out well. But she was so mean and I didn’t like her at all but I didn’t know how to tell her to leave me alone.”

“Because you’re a pussy.” You ignored the part where he said he was trying to make you jealous. Realization hitting when you finally processed what he said, “You tried making me jealous by trying to fuck the girl who is best friends with the cunt who stole my douchebag boyfriend? Yeah what a great plan Jungkook.”

“I never wanted to sleep with her!” He shook his head taking a step closer to her, “I wanted to sleep with you but you always said that I wouldn’t be able to handle you and that’s why you didn’t want to sleep with me. So I thought that if I tried making you jealous with Jisoo then you’d fuck me. I mean you’d let me fuck you.” You laughed, walking away from him, “Aw, does little Jungkook want to get fucked by me? And why Jisoo of all people?”

“Because she’s completely opposite of you so I wanted you to be mad that I was interested in her when you are so much better. Plus she’s the only who likes me.”

“God you’re an idiot,” you rolled your eyes making your way to your room, “You’re hot Jungkook. You could’ve made me jealous with anybody else.” His head lifted up, “Were you jealous?” You shook your head, “Of course not. I’m better than her. She’s just a cunt.” He nodded his head following you into your room, “Yes and she’s mean. You’re nice, to me at least. She was so mean to me. She got so mad when I said you were nice.” You put your hands on his face, pulling him close for a small peck on the lips. His eyes shut, clearing his throat, “W-what?

“You said you wanted to fuck so let’s do it,” you shrugged going to lie on your bed. Truthfully you weren’t too mad at Jungkook. You had already told yourself that you’d forgive him when he came crying to you but you weren’t going to tell him that. “B-but, I thought you were mad at me,” he shook his head suddenly growing nervous. You smiled, “I am, you’re going to fuck the anger out of me Kook. Maybe I was a little jealous you wanted Jisoo over me when I’ve been nothing but nice to you.”

“I didn’t choose her over you,” he immediately came to you, “I just wanted experience before I made a move on you.” You laughed, hand going to play with his hair, “Make a move on me? And you think you’d be able to get that experience with Jisoo? She doesn’t know you like I do Kook.” He nodded his head agreeing with you. “She’d probably want you to fuck her hard on a park bench, would you be able to do that?”

His eyes widened, “In public?” You had a feeling your Kookie would be a bit more submissive. Hell, the amount of times you’ve seen him close to blowing his load just by cuddling you was insane. There was absolutely no way he’d be into any dom shit on his part but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play with him. To be honest you’ve been waiting for the chance to. You smiled, “Have you kissed her?” He looked down, “Yes.” “Show me.” He looked scared, looking at you with dark eyes already looking blown out. He nodded his head, moving closer to you and softly touching your lips with his. You could feel the inexperience but you didn’t let it stop you from swiping your tongue against him until he let you devour the inside of his mouth. He was very disappointed when you began to pull away, his eyes closed and head moving forward to chase you. “Lay down.”

He did so quite quickly, rolling back until he was lying on your pillows. He looked so fucked out from a small kiss and you were ready to completely destroy him. You crawl on top of you bed, placing your hands on either side of his hips as you made your way up, watching him gulp at your cleavage close to spilling out in your tank top. You knew Jungkook was a boob guy. Hell the guy was bad at hiding it when you’d sleep over at his place and cuddle and during the night his hands would magically find their way to your chest. You leaned over him, crotch hovering just above his own as you arched your back letting your chest touch his, “You’ve been really bad Kookie, trying to make me jealous knowing damn well I’m the only person you want to fuck.” His mouth opened to speak but no words came out. A small gasp escaped as you lowered your head, leaving small kisses against his neck. You kissed his jaw, a whimper coming out as you applied a bit of pressure just behind his ear. His eye squeezed shut at the feelings balls fisting your sheets. You smiled, lightly biting his jaw before lifting yourself back up, “Let’s take this shirt off. I wanna see you.” He was quick to follow your orders the second you leaned back giving him room. And, even if it wasn’t the first time you’d seen his toned stomach damn was it a sight to see, “Mmm my baby is pretty.” You let the word slip out, watching him nod his head absentmindedly as you lowered your head again this time kissing his collarbone and lightly sucking lower and lower until you were over his mound. He had amazing pecs. Your hand came up, landing on one of his buds and squeezing lightly. His back shot up, arching into your touch with a whine as you licked the other one teasingly. “Does pretty baby like his tits played with? Would Jisoo suck on your tits like this?” He shook hs head, mouth opening to speak but all that came out were whines. You pulled away, lightly biting the bud with you as you made work on the other side. “Do you want Jisoo to play with your tits?”

He shook his head, “Only you. You, mm,” he sighed in content as your finger grazed against his stomach, lowering to where his underwear showed just above his sweats. The guy was hard, you could feel him poking you. And you were getting so turned on knowing it was because of you. You shorts stuck to your thighs, threatening to let your slick seep through them as well. You sat up, just against his groin, as you pulled your shirt over your head. He was looking at you in complete bliss as his fists clenched the sheets while you very slowly removed your bra. You let your hands trail up, taking your boobs in them, rocking for a second against him as he sighed, “Kookie I want you to touch me too. You don’t want to touch me?” “I wanna!” He stuck his hands out, you shook your head clicking your tongue, “Nuh uh. With your mouth first. I know you’ve dreamt about sucking my tits. Show me that you’re a good boy. You scooted up, leaning forward and dragging your chest against his face. You could hear him gasp for air and when you looked at him Goddamn you could’ve came from just that. He looked at you, big tits pressed against his cheeks, eyes big and innocent. And then he went and did it, nudged your bud with his nose before bringing it to his mouth like a starved man. His hand came up to your abandoned breast and kneaded it gently, “Soft,” he moaned as you flipped your hair to one shoulder watching as he seemed almost starved for your tits not able to choose which he wanted to squeeze and suck on, “Love. Love em. Love you.” He didn’t react to his words, so you chose not to either. It was small and you were letting him suck on your tits. He was just talking out of his ass because you got him horny.

You were soaked. You needed more, but as you tried pulling away he only groaned. “Baby come on I want to make you feel good down there.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and sucking making you let out a small whine. His ears perked up, doing it again. You had to push yourself off him to get him to let go. You shimmied down, his eyes going from your face to your chest to where you sat between his legs now. The sweat did very little to hide his erection. You smiled, hooking your finger with the underwear and sweats and pulled it down in one go. You moaned at the sight. His pretty dick sprung up smacking his lower stomach making him hiss and arch his back again. It was so pretty pale and pink with no hair and a mushroom tip. You leaned down, not thinking much as you took in the smell of his soap mouth watering at the sight. “Oh my god Jungkook,” you moaned looking at the length. If you knew your best friend was packing this monster you wouldn’t have bother fucking other guys. His hips bucked involuntarily, head thrown back as he stared at the wall, “Do something Y/n.” You clicked your tongue again, “Maybe we should stop here. I bet Jisoo would love to have this big cock in front of her.”

“No!” He bucked again, “No don’t want Jisoo. I want you,” he whined. You chuckled, watching as his tip reddened, vein bulging out. He huffed, “Always wanted you.” “Really? And when you couldn’t have me? What did you do?” Your head tilted to the side as he looked down at you, sweat dripping off his hair, “Would you touch your virgin dick?” He nodded his head, turning his face into the pillows as you dragged your finger against the length lightly. He moaned at that. “Show me.” You watched as his hands trailed down, slowly rubbing his palm against the length. It was so stiff his touches made him wince. You watched closely as he palmed it gently, finger coming to separate his balls. “What did you think about?” You asked watching as his free hand came to his nipple, “You. You kissing me. Touching my dick. Sucking it.”

“Yeah? Were you in control?” He nodded shyly making you laugh, “Then take control show me.” He shook his head, “Don’t wanna.” He was such a brat. You leaned forward, thigh touching his dick, he bucked toward it gently, “Spit.” He looked down at your hand, spitting into it and watching as you spit in the other and rubbed them together, coming down to hold his cock abruptly. He let out a loud moan, back arching once against as you quickly worked him, “Did you want me to be gentle?” He didn’t answer, too busy struggling on the mattress in ecstasy, “Do you think bad boys deserved to be treated nice? Do good boys try and make others jealous? Huh?”

“No,” he shook his head eyes squeezed shut. You smirked, his mouth opened wide when you kissed the tip. Slowly easing him into your mouth you pushed his hips down to keep him from moving. He got more vocal, hands struggling to find purchase before he gripped the headboard almost screaming, “Cum. Go—nna cum!” You shook your head moaning at the taste his precum letting your tongue slide against the underside of his thick cock. You pulled up with a pop catching your breath, “Not until I say so.” He shook his head when you went back down, stuttering.

And then he did it. Screaming your name and headboard hitting the wall as thick spurts of liquid hit your throat. You gagged making him shudder as it continued on. You swallowed every drop enjoying the bittersweet taste. Your nipples were hard. And your shorts were beginning to get uncomfortable. You hopped off the bed, watching as he struggled to catch his breath. He watched as you began to shimmy out of your shorts and ruined panties, “I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes, “I told you not to come.” You almost laughed watching the small tear trail down, “Now you’re gonna watch me play with my pussy until you’re hard again and can fuck me right.” He sighed, more tears falling. His stomach tensed as you took a seat just above where his limp dick fell. He was crying and spitting out apologies as he watched you. You slowly opened your legs, your wetness hitting his stomach making him groan. His breath became heavy watching as you groped your breasts again, hand coming down to your clit. Your rubbed gently, hand picking up the wetness to make it smoother as you rubbed yourself. “God I need you to fuck me,” you moaned, “Look how wet you make me Kookie.”

“So wet,” he agreed licking his lips. His tears were drying, he opened his mouth watching as you touched your lips softly. You smiled bringing two fingers into his mouth watching as he sucked on them hungrily. You brought them down, teasing your entrance. You threw your head back, going for it and pushing one finger in. He watched closely, hands gripping the sheets, “Hold me Kookie.” He nodded, he squeezed your waist. One hand flying up to your chest as you played with yourself. He groaned watching your now two fingers in and out. “You’re so big you’re not going to fit. Maybe you should fuck Jisoo’s loose pussy instead.”

He shook his head whining, “I don’t wanna! Wanna fuck you! Need to be inside you.” You smiled looking back. His dick was slowly hardening again. You brought your free hand back to touch his dick, he shuddered immediately. You basically humped his abs, your slick creating a puddle on his stomach. “I want you to stretch me. I don’t wanna wait anymore Jungkook. Need you inside me.” He nodded watching as you slowly slid back, pussy lips grinding and soaking his hard cock. He moaned loudly digging his head into the pillows. You smirked, slowly you reached for his dick aiming at your entrance. You had to be slow, careful not to impale yourself on his monster cock. But then he bucked his hips, and down you came loud moans falling from the both of you. It hurt, not fully adjusting but Jungkook squirming underneath you made it hard to care. You leaned forward hands against his stomach squeezing your tits as you began to rock slowly, “So good baby. You feel so good.”

He moaned watched your tits bounce, “Mm.” You lifted your hips, letting them fall down, his hand came up gripping your tits in large hand and squeezing. You let out a loud whine in surprise head falling forward. “I need you to be a good boy and fuck me.”

He shook his head eyes squeezed shut. You watched as one hand gripped your big tits and the other squeezed the top of the headboard as you bounced, “Fuck me hard Kookie I know you can do it.” “Don’t wanna hurt you.” “Hurt me. Do it hard and fast or else I’m leaving.”

“No!” You yelped in surprise as his hand hit your ass, gripping you tightly. You groaned as he was quick to flip you around, hovering above you still holding the headboard. You wrapped your legs around him, hand touching his thick ass. “Fuck me like you mean it.” He shook his head, eyes not opening, “Can’t hurt you.”

He held your waist up with his free hand, using you like a toy impaling you with his cock. You both were a moaning mess. “Harder Jungkook!” You whined moving your hips but he didn’t let you, instead shaking his head, “Do it. Call me a slut baby.”

You sighed trying to urge him to do more with all those muscles and fat cock of his. “Fine, then I’ll go find someone else to fuck. Do you want that? When you got here I thought — mm —- I thought you were some guy I fucked a week ago —-ugh,” you threw your head back. He was still shaking no.

“Thought you were the guy coming back to fuck me.”

“Shut up,” he shouted pushing down until he collapsed on top of you. You smile watching his inexperienced hips rut against you. “Thought you were the guy who was going to fuck me right.”

“Shut up,” he repeated going harder hand coming up to your throat, “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.” You gasped as he squeezed head shooting up to capture your mouth in his hungrily and messy. You liked it messy. “He pulled on my hair and I called him daddy.”

“Slut,” he cried, against your mouth breathing like an animal, “Gonna cum.”

“And he made me cum first unlike you. You’re little virgin dick can’t make me cum.” He shook his head as you moaned, sliding out before plunging back in, “Fucking slut. Slut for cock,” he whined going harder leaving you breathless, “My cock only.”

You shook your head, “You gonna cum for me baby?” He nodded, head dipping to your tits and lying there, “Cum. Need you. Cum.” He went harder, you brought your hand down, playing with your clit so you could come with him. He whined as your finger grazed his dick. You snaked other hand around, cupping his balls and rubbing them against your folds watching as he stuttered above you.

“Ah!” He yelled, “Gonna cum!” “Cum inside baby,” he didn’t need to be told twice. Completely collapsing on top of you as he filled you up. You moaned at the feeling. He was breathing heavy, face flush against your tits too scared to pull out, “So good.”

The tears came back, he winced as you moved your legs from around him. He cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“For what baby?”

“For trying to make you jealous. For letting them treat you like that. For not making you cum,” he dug his face further mouth opening slightly around your mound. You were pretty sure he had an oral fixation kink. You shook your head, “Don’t worry baby, next time.”

“No,” he lifted his head, “Need you to cum now,” he huffed clearly determined as he lowered himself face to face with you drenched pussy leaking his cum. “What do I do?” “Kiss it,” your hands came up to squeeze your boobs. You let out a small mewl as his nose bumped your clit, slowly inhaling your scent mixed with his cum. You were surprised to see him so eager to kiss your pussy. He moaned at the taste going more in and letting his tongue pop out.

He was a natural sex god and he was in your bed.

NOT SO INVISIBLE STRING — GOJO SATORU

synopsis: the universe has a funny way of working. gojo always knew he was destined to be with you and so did others. it just took some time for you to figure that out as well.

content warning(s): FLUFF! eventual smut so 18+ mdni, fem! reader, pining gojo (sooo cute), mutual pining, friends to lovers, unproetected sex, gojo calling you baby multiple times while going innn.

word count: 6.8k zoo wee mama... pls read anyway or i'll d— EDIT: do not feed my work into c.ai. cough grimmjowshitheart cough

SPRING 2008

“So, you’re not gonna miss me? Not even a little?” 

An arm was suddenly thrown across your shoulders, leaving you to bear its weight. The press of his uniform stuck to your nape, making his presence all the more difficult to ignore.

Fellow students bustled and sidestepped their way around you two, some even falter in their steps to ogle briefly at the scene unfolding before them.

“Satoru, move!” Shoko— your saviour— jabs Gojo’s side, urging him to budge, but to no avail.

He’s still tethered to your side, twirling around his diploma in his unoccupied hand despite your best efforts to create space between you two. “You’re literally blocking people’s way toward the gates,” she says.

It’s graduation day and the last day of school for the spring semester, bringing the school year to yet another successful end. It also meant that today would be the last time your upperclassmen would walk on school grounds as students.

The sun was beginning to dip behind the many trees surrounding the school, and its marvellous glow cast warm hues of pink and orange that stretched across the sky. Its rays descend onto the school’s campus; setting for a brilliant, comforting atmosphere. 

Answering Gojo’s initial question about whether you’d miss him, you avert eye contact with your persistent senior. “I never said that,” your voice teeters between a grumble and a groan riddled with exasperation. 

Your eyes sweep the courtyard and you spot a few familiar faces in the crowd. Some are gathered along the steps leading up to the school taking photos to commemorate today. Others linger on campus chatting amongst themselves, and some whack each other with their diploma scrolls while others treat theirs delicately.

And not too far off from where Satoru holds you hostage stood a small crowd of his classmates—specifically, his female classmates— waiting for their chance to bid their goodbyes...

Or stumble out an unprepared confession thrown out in the heat of the moment before they may never see Gojo Satoru again.

Who knows. 

All you’re sure of is that they are most definitely throwing you shady death glares from your peripheral.

“Y’know, I’m gonna miss you,” Gojo says, his arm still looped around your shoulders. He has half a mind to drag you away from standing right front and centre in the entranceway and shuffles you off to the side. “All the years we’ve spent together—”

“Two years, by force.” 

“— and now we’re being split apart,” he finishes, paying no mind to your sardonic comment. The infliction in his voice prompts you to turn to look at him, only to wind up and see a slight pout tugging at his soft, pink lips. “How ever will we manage?”

You smother down the urge to heave a loud and heavy sigh at the clingy characteristics he’s displaying today and decide to play nice.

Gojo’s always been one to be playful, perhaps even a bit pushy at times but it was all in good nature. However, for some reason, his antics have reached a whole new level today. 

Emotions were running high among staff and students alike. Some are more potent and… persistent than others.

“You’ll be fine,” you assure, patting his arm half-heartedly, “and I will certainly be fine. Everything will be just fine.”

In the middle of your sentence from the corner of your eye, you spot another one of your seniors— Geto Suguru. You watch him step out from a conversation with two classmates of yours (Haibara and Nanami) and is now trekking his way over to where you and Gojo occupy the front steps.

“Geto-senpai!” 

Geto greets you warmly by placing a comforting hand on your head and gives you a reassuring pat once, then twice. The action leaves your hairstyle a little dishevelled, nonetheless, there’s a small smile tugging at your lips.

You’ve only interacted with Geto a sparse number of times outside of class or at the end of the school day. Whenever you both would cross paths you appreciated how he would regard your presence with temperance. It always left you feeling at ease. You’ll miss him. 

You’ll especially miss how he was so quick to offer you and Haibara snacks from the vending machines on campus.

Gojo emits a pathetic squawk at the special name drop.

Pale, white brows are pinched tightly together with faux betrayal. “How come he gets honorifics but I don’t?!” he complains once Geto’s within earshot. 

“I see that Satoru's already started…”

Though Geto was talking to no one in particular, Shoko chips in given that she bore witness to Gojo’s incessant pestering toward you ever since the home bell rang. “You missed the part where he blocked her from getting to the lockers for a good several minutes.” Unzipping her bag, she carelessly shoves her diploma into it. 

“But anyway, I’m gonna head out for a smoke. I’ll catch you guys later.” Before departing, Shoko stretches her hand towards you and gives your arm an affectionate squeeze. “Get home safe, ‘kay? Don’t let these guys keep you out too long.”

Which reminded you…

“Gojo, this has been fun and all…” Being rag-dolled around by your upperclassman across campus has been anything but fun. “But I really should start heading home now.”

You wanted to beat the rush hour of students and working-class alike trying to go home on a late Thursday afternoon. Looking for empty seats on the 4:25 PM train was brutal and you did not have the energy to stand the entire ride home.

Sensing your air of urgency, he eventually relents. Heaving a dramatic sigh, Gojo steps back a few and gives you some space.  

“Gimme a second, yeah?” He rummages around in his uniform pocket, searching for something. It only lasts about a second before he pulls out his flip phone.

“Suguru!” A curt upward nod of Gojo’s head is the only warning Geto gets before he tosses his cell toward his best friend to catch. You’re appalled that he catches it so easily with the little to no notice that was given. “Take a picture of us.”

…Huh?

Your brows drew close-knit together with confusion. “What are y—?!” Before you can even finish your question, you’re pulled tightly into Gojo’s side. 

His arms circle your neck once more, but this time, he uses the opportunity of your close proximity to tip his head to the side and knock it against your own. 

“Smile,” Gojo murmurs into your ear, his slender fingers pinching at your cheek prodding for you to plaster on a sugary smile for the picture.

You don’t have enough time to register, let alone recover from how his lips faintly brushed against your skin, Gojo’s already obnoxiously yelling “Cheese!” towards the awaiting camera.  

Snapping the photo Geto sports a lazy grin admiring his work. “Looks good,” he says before he tosses the phone back to its owner. 

You’re still reeling over the gentle graze of Gojo’s lips against your cheek, too dazed to digest what’s going on around you. What. In. The hell. Just happened??? 

Sputtering out a laugh, Gojo grins down at the image on his phone. “What’s with that face you’re making, huh?”

Eyebrows furrowing, you look up at Gojo curiously. Whatever was in that picture that made him smile that wide couldn’t have been good. “What do you mean?” You question, stepping closer to see what he was referring to on his screen.

Gojo tips his cell over and shows you the photo Geto took. There you both are in grain, Gojo looking the most lively out of you two. Despite the quality of the camera, you can see the proud and happy smile he wears compared to your frazzled and confused expression.

If anything, it looked like you were the one who was graduating and he so happened to snag a photo with you before your big send-off.

“I wasn’t ready…” you grumbled, looking away from his phone.

There’s a faint smile lingering on his face, blue eyes still trained on the screen. His voice's cadence grows warm and carries a small hint of affection.

“That face of yours is what I’m gonna miss the most.”

SUMMER 2009 

To no one’s surprise, you and Gojo kept in close contact, even after graduating high school. 

Well… More so Gojo kept in contact with you. Consistently. 

Whenever he can.

He was there during your spring graduation (shocker), much to the elation of the entire female population from your graduating class. Looking back, the number of times he stopped to pose with random students around the school when he came to greet you was absurd.

You’ll also never forget how loud he cheered when your name was called despite Principal Yaga telling the audience to hold their applause and hollers until after the ceremony.

Fast forward to the summer of ‘09 where Gojo consistently seeks your presence to go and hang out with him now that you have a freed-up schedule. Whether it's with him alone or with Geto and Shoko, you can always rely on him to shoot you a ‘u busy?’ text an hour before dragging you out for the rest of the day.

“Sooo,” you start slowly.

Your eyes skim across the playground, watching the few children who were there amble and climb on the jungle gym before you. The sun was beginning to descend below the skyline, and hues of warm orange press onto your features casting you and your surroundings in a soft glow. 

“You’re a… guardian now,” you state, eyeing how Gojo stretches his legs out beside you. 

You both sit at a park bench, the chorus of laughter and playful shrieks surround you as you watch Megumi— a kid Gojo now supposedly looks after— poke mindlessly at something buried beneath the playground’s sand.

“Yup!” he chirps, but then it’s swiftly followed by a hesitant, “Well, sorta kinda…”

There’s a mental warfare going on in his mind as he combs through the various explanations he can give you, searching for one that would be both concise and easy for you to digest.

“To put it simply, from here on out I’m going to be a constant in Megumi and Tsumiki’s life.”

You think of the step-sibling duo. They’re the sweetest pair of children you’ve had the delight of coming across, and now…

“They’re doomed,” you say with pity, your gaze still focused on the youngest Fushiguro. 

Gojo gasps in disbelief at your bold accusation with his hand flying to his chest, clearly having taken offence. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” he asks.

But before you could give him a smart alec answer, the cheerful exclamation of your name pulls your attention elsewhere. The soft thump of Tsumiki’s shoes approaching prompts you to smile brightly. With open arms, the girl practically throws herself at you and giggles.

You give her cheek an affectionate squeeze. Despite her being in the second grade, you couldn’t help but coddle her. “Why hello, Tsumiki!” 

It takes her a few moments to finally release you from the hug, backing up a bit she glances up at you. “Where were you? I missed you on Tuesday, the swings weren’t fun without you!” she says, pouting.

“I wasn’t feeling the best, so I had to turn down Gojo’s invite to meet you guys at the park that day.”

Upon hearing all the commotion, Megumi spots Tsumiki talking to you a few steps from the play area. It prompts the young boy to walk over and join you three at the bench. He nods his head over at his step-sister and says, “She thought you guys broke up.”

Huh?

You blink rapidly. “Broke— Broke up!?” You squawk, the inflection of your voice rising at the ‘up’ part.

Where could she have possibly gotten that idea from? You and Gojo weren’t even dating!

Gathering your composure you plaster on a sweet smile, ready to explain to the young pair that you and Gojo weren’t together like that before a heavy arm comes hunkering down onto your shoulders. “Even if she tried, she can’t get rid of me that easily,” Gojo comments.

Christ.

Tsumiki claps her hands together in glee at this revelation. “Yay! ‘Cause I like you!” she confesses. “I thought I’d have to deal with Gojo and his friend with the big ears pushing me on the swings forever.” And with that, the girl’s already off running to the big yellow slide, pulling Megumi along in her wake.

The sweet smile you wear grows more and more strained the longer you two sit there on that damned bench with Gojo’s arm still lodged around you like it belonged there. 

Long delicate fingers drum themselves along your bare shoulder which leaves a tingling sensation that lingers against your skin.

“Gojo Satoru…” you hiss between clenched teeth.

Your hand creeps up to give his knee a mean pinch, but as always, Gojo reads your movements like a damn book and catches your hand in his before that could happen. “Hm?”

“What do you mean ‘Hm’?” You gesture in the general direction of where the kids are playing. You feel your brows start to pinch together. “Why would you tell them that?!”

“It’s true though, no?” Snowy white wisps of hair fall in front of his eyes shaded by his signature round sunglasses. “We haven’t ‘broken up’ and we’re still together. Just not in their understanding of it.”

“You—! That’s not—” You flounder for words, trying to spit out why he can’t go around inadvertently feeding into the imagination of whatever relationship Tsumiki and Megumi thought you two had. But you come up blank.

“You’re irritating, you know that?” you say, as you try (and fail) at removing his arm which still rests comfortably around your shoulders, pressing you tight against him. “You’ll wind up confusing them.”

An easy smile slips onto his lips as he observes Tsumiki and Megumi scramble up the slides. “Relax,” he responds. “They’re smart kids.”

And until it was time for the Fushiguros to go home, there you two sat underneath the thinning ochre sky. Stuck under the guise of an unspoken relationship.

WINTER 2011

Being the “middleman” between two people who are so obviously into each other but cannot figure out how to hang around each other normally was all too common for Shoko.

It’s a shame that Geto wasn’t available to come down and hang out with the three of you tonight, he would’ve revelled in getting a kick out of this expected yet unexpected… turn of events.

Brought in as a buffer between you two, with an unlit cigarette dangling loosely from her lips Shoko leaned back in her chair and watched the buzzing scene before her unfold with bemused eyes. 

Underneath the comforting golden glow of the restaurant’s hanging table light, Gojo picks at the cookie dough chunks that litter your plate to which you turn a blind eye. Now, Shoko could’ve easily brushed this occurrence off, seeing that friends often eat from each other's share of food all the time.

But something was... different.

With Gojo seated to your left inside the booth, he neatly cuts up a piece of his soft, creamy cheesecake and leverages the small serving on his spoon. “Here, try some of mine,” he says.

Harmless, right? 

So, you reach for your own spoon to retrieve the sample of dessert that he was offering you. But without any hesitation, Gojo lifts his cutlery to your lips and prods the food toward your mouth.

There was no way that he intended on doing this right here, right now. In front of Shoko especially.

“Say, ‘Ahhh’!”

Concern creases your brow when Gojo continues to press the spoon against your lips, idly humming as he waits for you to open your mouth so he can spoon feed you as if he were your mother. A delicate, yet sure hand cupping your chin and everything.

He was being serious.

From your peripheral, you catch the slow spread of a Cheshire-like grin creeping onto Shoko’s face.

You press your fingers onto Gojo’s wrist and frown. Trying to retreat from his hand, a peal of nervous laughter bubbles out from you at his display of reckless affection at the table. “Give me a br—”

Gojo uses the opportunity of your uncertain state to slip his sharing of the  Japanese cheesecake into your mouth in the middle of your sentence. Your eyes widen a small fraction at its creamy taste, prompting him to comment, “It’s good, right?”

The cigarette threatens to slip from Shoko’s mouth, as her lips slightly gape at what just happened before they curve into a soft smile. Her brown eyes are warm with… something. It’s as if she knew something that you didn’t.  

“Ehhh…” Is all she says before you’re already jumping down her throat to clear up any misunderstandings.

“It’s nothing!” you supply in a rushed manner. Your main objective was to simply imply that this was nothing for her to lose her head over. Hell, even the friendliest of friends feed each other all the time! Right?

But at your remark, Gojo’s mouth downturns into a cute little pout. “What do you mean, ‘nothing’?” From the corner of your eye you glance at how he’s fixed another spoonful of the dessert, and it's hovering in your direction.

“Sato—” Fuck.

You quickly correct yourself on your mistake, and school your voice to have a bit more edge to it. Despite that, you don’t overlook how hard Gojo’s beaming at you. “Gojo, not now.”

“Ehhh?” Shoko exclaims once again, but this time the cadence of her voice has changed. It’s gained an amused note to its tune. “You call him Satoru now? Since when?”

“I’ve been begging her to use it for the longest time ever,” Gojo answers on your behalf, and he ignores your mutter for him to please stop talking in favour of jabbing an accusatory finger at you. “You know how painful it was to see you be all chummy and on a first-name basis with everyone but me?”

Lord. You’ve forgotten how dramatic he could be. 

There’s a teasing glint in Shoko’s eye that you quite don’t like, and her lips purse heavy with consideration at his comment. “You make him beg?”

Groaning, you cross your arms against the table and bury your face. You can’t with them. Your two former upperclassmen were the bane of your existence right about now. 

“I’ll kill you both,” you mutter, your speech muffled by the fabric of your sweater.

A FEW YEARS LATER

A calming blue nightly glow ripples through your curtains, casting your room in nothing but moonlight. Amidst the serene silence, you idly stare at your screen and read the text Satoru sent you right as the clock struck midnight.

Satoru: Are you home?

What an ominous question. Your eyes skim over his message again. And then again. 

…And again.

Thumbing through your phone, you glance at the time displayed on the top of your screen. It’s been five minutes since you’ve opened his text. You should probably send something back soon before he quintuple texts you.

As you’re about to respond right when Satoru immediately shoots you another.

Satoru: I KNOW you see this!!! ( `ε´ )

Satoru: Hurry hurry hurry

You: yes... why?

Now it’s his turn to take a while to respond. First, it takes a couple of minutes for you to receive that pinging chime; indicating that he’s texted you back— which isn’t too bad because you like to consider yourself a pretty patient person. 

But then five minutes slowly turn into ten, and that ten becomes a whopping fifteen until finally he answers.

Satoru: Open your door.

What the fuck.

Satoru: Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepl

So that’s why he took so long to reply. The man was coming all the way down from his place to come and visit you!

You: you're actually insane.

You: hold on!

Rising from your seated position on your bed, you stalk over to your bedroom door and are about to exit when you spot yourself in a nearby mirror.

“Oh!” you exclaim to no one in particular. You can’t open the door for him looking like… this.

Wait, why do you care about what Satoru thinks of your clothes?!

 He’s seen you wearing much worse. Like that one instance in first-year, when you had to borrow Geto’s spare parachute pants because Haibara accidentally spilt his soda all over your lap during an informal outing with everyone.

Yeesh.

Shaking your head, you slip out of your room and pad down your apartment hallway wearing your discoloured oversized band tee and shorts. Upon reaching your door, your hand hesitates on the doorknob. 

It stays like that for a few seconds until the doorknob is rattled in a fashion that’s all too persistent, annoying, and all from—

“Satoru!” you hiss, swinging the door open. You’re ready to chew him out on how much of a nuisance he may be for your sleeping neighbours a few doors down. But your looming reprimand falls short on your tongue once your eyes take in the man facing you.

“Happy birthday!” 

In the darkness, the soft glow of sparklers illuminates your features and highlights the exquisite details of a beautifully decorated cake held in Satoru’s hands.

Wordlessly, your hand aimlessly searches for the light switch to brighten up your hallway so that you may get a better look at what’s on the cake. 

Something trembles in your chest and it hurts a little to breathe. But not in the way that you detest.

He’s cute.

Gojo Satoru is so heartbreakingly cute.

On the cake, you see that damn grainy photo you two took on his graduation day back in ‘08. The photo you love to hate.

Wetness springs to your eyes from the entire gesture, from the fact that he ensured he was the first one through text and physically to wish you a happy birthday, and from the fact that he’s here right now.

“Hey…” There’s concern creasing Satoru’s expression as he pokes his head down a little to get a better read on you. “Are you crying?”

You sniff back your tears and grunt out a watery, “No… Shut up and come in already.”

Ushering him inside, Satoru hands you your cake, toes off his shoes and heads straight to your living room. Good to see that he’s already making himself at home.

Plopping himself down onto your couch you hesitantly follow behind him, suddenly feeling like a stranger in your own home. “Come, come!” He waves a welcoming hand at you and pats the seat beside him, insinuating that you should sit.

With immediate interest, you do as he says and take a seat beside him after you position your cake in the middle of your coffee table. The couch feels so small now, with him spread out like that.

Pulling out something from his pocket with one hand and tugging off the party hat from his head with the other— had he been wearing that the whole time?— Satoru clears his throat. “Before you cry again, I gotta make sure you’re able to see your present first.”

He takes your head in his hands, and you realize his fingertips are a little cold as they press on your warm cheeks. Stretching the string down from the party hat a bit, he places it under your chin and snaps the cardboard cone into place on your head.

Breathing a noise of satisfaction seemingly content with how you look, a cheeky grin dances across Satoru’s face. “Perfect. You can now go ahead and open your gift,” he says, handing you a small black velvet box with the company logo HW scrawled across it.

“Wait, what,” you deadpan.

This can’t be what you think it is.

“It’s not a ring!” Satoru blurts. But composes himself seconds later with a quip of, “Unless you want it to be?”

Har. Har. Very funny.

You disregard what he’s said and peel open the box with caring hands.

Inside was the most extravagant necklace you’ve ever laid eyes on. A diamond pendant laid bare inside the box in the shape of a forget-me-not with your birthstone at the flower's centre. 

That could’ve easily cost him a little over one million yen if you think about it deeply.

“Satoru!” you squeal.

Without thinking, you throw your arms around his neck and squeeze your longtime friend into your loving embrace. Satoru’s gift to you almost topples and sinks into the crevice of your couch had it not been for his quick hand to catch the necklace.

Your heart’s racing, and initially, his body goes rigid until he gradually relaxes under your hold. “You’re crazy, ’s too expensive!” you sparingly chastise him. 

Satoru swallows hard and brings a careful arm up to reciprocate the hug. You feel the warm press of his arm against the thin material of your shirt. 

“Nothing’s too expensive if you’re involved,” you hear him murmur into your ear. “So, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

You give him one last bone-crushing squeeze, hoping that your rare show of physical touch does not go unnoticed and exemplifies how grateful you are. Pulling away from him you look him dead in the eyes. “Thank you, seriously.”

Shrugging you off like it was no big deal as if he didn’t blow double, maybe even triple the money the average Japanese businessman earns on a singular paycheque toward your necklace, Satoru casts you a gentle smile and changes the subject. 

There would be no need to dwell on it any longer with what’s to come.

“Now…” He gives your lower back a soft pat. Once, and twice. “A birthday kiss from the birthday girl.” Satoru puckers out his lips and shuts his eyes real tight, making a huge show out of it.

For extra effect, he even hums a prolonged Mmm-ing sound to emphasize him waiting for you to initiate it.

It’s a joke; you know he’s joking. He has a ridiculously long history of being overly affectionate with his teasings and whatnot. 

But this time, you really do lean in and take said kiss from him.

There’s something incredibly adorable about this kiss that has your heart surging in your chest. Partly because it’s the first time that you’re kissing each other, but mostly because of how frigid and careful it is. It made you feel as if you were in high school all over again, trying a plethora of new things for kicks and giggles.

The tension was almost palpable, thick enough to suffocate the air he breathed. Even when you pulled away creating space between you both, Satoru still felt a lingering lump in his throat.

Cracking your eyes open, you see that Satoru’s own are blown wide. Piercing cerulean eyes stare unblinking at you. Normally, you would’ve found that to be off putting as hell, had it not been for the slow rise of a blooming pink crawling up his neck.

“Sorry,” you offer weakly. Sensing that you may have gone too far, you make an effort to scoot off his lap. But a determined arm holds you in place.

“Again.” He swallows thickly, and your eyes follow that mesmerizing movement in his throat. “I… I didn’t do it right. Please.”

And who are you to make him beg? So, you do as he says.

Leaning in, your lips press against Satoru’s once more. And this time, he has the sense to close his eyes and bask in it, not daring to let his nerves get the best of him (though he’d never admit it). 

Slotting yourself to be more flushed against him, the tips of your noses brush and you feel Satoru’s hand smooth down your spine. The pads of his fingertips press onto your exposed skin peeking out from underneath the hem of your shirt bunched around your hips.

God, you wanted him bad.

It’s abrupt, the way you push yourself off him and force yourself to stand on your feet, breaking the kiss. The rise and fall of your chest is a bit staggered and Satoru’s is too. He’s all red-faced and his snow-white hair is a bit dishevelled, considering how many times you’ve combed your fingers through it.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Cute. 

That alone made you want to jump his bones even more.

You shake your head and get one good look at him before you leave him to head down your hallway. He looked perpetually enraptured by you, eyes hyper-focused on your every movement.  “Come to my bedroom.”

Satoru’s stunned, the implications of your remark not lost on him.

And like a keen lost puppy, of course he follows. He joins you in your bedroom seconds after you and stands in the doorway, just kind of hovering there. Not sure of what to do.

Wait. Did he come here too fast? Did that make him look overly desperate? A million and one questions rush through Satoru’s mind as his neck grows red, stained with embarrassment, want… arousal. 

Seeing how he seems to be short-wiring at your doorway, you beckon him to join you on the bed with your hand. Once he does, he sits extremely close next to you. His clothed thigh brushes against your bare one, which sends a jolt of electricity through you.

Your fingers find his nape once again and they stroke up on his fresh undercut, prompting him to shiver a bit. “Why’re you so shy all of a sudden?” you question, your voice going gentle with a provoking edge to it.

Gaining some of his personality back, Satoru pinches your cheek. “‘Cause I didn’t think you’d want to kiss me!” But his mean hand then turns soft and slides along your jaw, his thumb rubbing smooth circles into the skin just below your ear. 

“Well, I’m here,” you say, scooting impossibly closer to the man beside you, “and wanting.”

Message received.

Hauling you onto his lap, Satoru cradles your face in both hands and kisses you deeply. It’s full of emotion, expressing all the things he’s been wanting to say for the longest time. A trembled exhale escapes you, and it’s through that that Satoru uses the opportunity to slide his tongue alongside yours. 

The kiss is frenzied, but so filled with love.

“So you like me?” he asks, his breathing laboured.

“Yes,” you bite, pushing him away from you and onto the mattress. “As if swapping spit with you wasn’t enough.” You guess you’ll have to show him how much you undoubtedly like him, love him even, through other means. 

He huffs a breath of laughter and drops his back onto your bed. Underneath you, you see Satoru’s eyes sparkle as he watches you have your way with him. 

But something’s up.

His eyes climb up a little higher and this time, he barks out a real laugh.

You still have that piece of fuck sitting on your head. You probably look stupid as hell right now.

Discerning that you’re about to raise your hand to your head, Satoru holds your wrist in his palm. There’s something bright that gleams behind those alluring pools of blue, warm and tender. He bites back a smile. “The birthday hat stays on during sex.”

You scrunch your nose at him. “You’re so dumb,” you growl with artificial frustration and tear off the cone-shaped hat from your head, tossing it into the depths of your room. He whines at its loss, but you’re quick to placate him with a slow roll of your hips into his lap.

Satoru’s jaw clenches and his hands fly to your waist, gripping you tightly as you continue to grind yourself down onto his erection. Your ministrations pull a wanton whimper from his lips, one that has you grinding with more purpose— the purpose of hearing that sound again.

“Do you like that?” you ask.

He nods, not trusting himself to speak, else he’ll let out a pathetic string of moans.

“I know, me too.” Satoru’s dick lurches in the confines of his pants as he watches you dry-hump him into the mattress slowly, your eyes shining with lust. Fuck, he could get hard just off your expression alone. “It feels reeeally nice being up on you like this,” you continue.

You have a fucking dirty mouth. One that Satoru’s growing more and more addicted to the more you speak.

There’s an incessant throbbing between your legs that you can’t quite alleviate. While rolling your hips into Satoru’s lap— with his occasional thrust to match your movements— felt good, it can only do so much. You wanted and needed more.

And so did Satoru, because he’s already pulling at the waistband of his pants. His thumb loops two layers and tugs both his pants and boxers down, revealing his toned V-line. 

Fuck.

You fall victim to Satoru’s enamoured gaze from below, which makes you squirm hot with arousal. “Take it off,” he commands.

He wants you to strip him of his clothes. 

Caught taking a startled breath, you ignore the wicked, handsome smile that slinks onto his face as you slip off his lap so you may curl your fingers around his waistband and pull. Your pussy clenches when his erect dick springs into view, and the heat pumping through your veins runs a little hotter.

You shiver at how pretty and filling his dick looks. After a few seconds of openly ogling at his lap, Satoru clears his throat which successfully gets you to drag your eyes back up to his face.

“While that was nice,” he starts, leveraging himself up onto his elbows and grins at your cute error, “I meant you, baby. Take it off.”

“Oh.” 

Seriously? Just ‘Oh’?

Mentally facepalming, you shimmy your shorts down your legs along with your panties. They pool down at your ankles and you step out of them to stand between his legs.

Fully sitting up, Satoru pats his lap; encouraging you to sit on him again. “C’mere.”

You crawl onto his lap, but you don’t sit down fully. Hovering a few inches away from his cock, your knees press on each side of his thighs, trapping him in. 

There’s no way in hell you were gonna sit down right now, knowing that if you do, you’d be pressing your bare pussy onto his naked thigh and he’d feel everything. Exposing how wet you are.

Humming, Satoru lifts the hem of your oversized top to your breasts and sighs. “Pretty,” he murmurs before he leans forward and captures your nipple into his mouth.

You gasp harshly at the titillating feeling. Your hands balance on his shoulders for support, as he rolls your nipple on his tongue.

“Sa— Ah!” You cry out. The hand between your legs startles you and has you whimpering in the open air.

“You’re wet,” he comments, slipping a finger against your slick pussy.

“Shut up about it…”

But he doesn’t. Another finger joins the first and delves down between your lips, gradually easing them inside you. They push against your walls, curling in a way that has you gasping into his neck. “You got wet from grinding alone, huh?” 

A breath stutters out of your mouth and you rock yourself against his hand. You can’t take this anymore. You want more. “Do you have a condom?” you ask.

“I—” he groans when your hand slides between you two, your fingers curl around his dick and stroke his tip along your leaking slit. “I didn’t bring one, because I didn’t think we’d—”

Oh.

Biting your bottom lip, you sling a heavy arm across Satoru’s shoulders. You meet his hungry gaze with one of your own and inch closer toward his dick that rests against his stomach. What you’re about to do could be risky, but at this given moment you couldn’t find it in you to be overly stressed about it.

“No worries,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, “I trust you enough to pull out in time.” And like that, you push down on him and ease Satoru’s cock into your aching cunt, making him bottom out inside you completely.

You’re so wet and slippery that it took little to no effort for him to slide inside. The noise of your slick sticking to where you two meet at the hips has you two moaning softly in unison.

The harsh mutter of your name echoes off your bedroom walls and goes straight to your cunt. “So tight,” he grits out behind clenched, white teeth.

Each time you slide up and down on his cock, Satoru grows more unrestrained with his vocal appreciation of how well you take him. Desperate little moans escape him each time your sweet cunt squeezes him of all he’s worth.

You were no better. Choppy, broken whimpers can be heard from you, loving how he stretches your walks with your length. He fits perfectly inside you like your cunt was destined for this moment, for him alone. 

“Let me fuck you,” Satoru blurts out. He was losing it, and he could feel him tipping closer and closer to the edge of release.

“You are— Ugn!” you say weakly when his hands grab your ass and he stands, lifting you with him as if it were nothing. Kicking off his bottoms, Satoru props you on your back against your mattress.

 Crawling between your legs, he positions the crown of his cock to press against your opening. “No,” he drawls, with one hand on the base of his shaft and the other propped beside your head. “Let me fuck you.”

He pushes in and you swear you see stars. 

Satoru pistons himself faster and faster inside of you, rocking your bodies against the mattress which makes your wooden headboard tap noisily against your drywall.

You fear your neighbours may have some… less than pleasant words to share with you about the noise tomorrow morning. 

“Ah! Fuuucking— shit!” You wail. Euphoric tears start prickling at the corner of your eyes. “Don’t stop, please!”

The pleasure melts through you when Satoru presses down harder into you, his hand finding the back of your right knee and hikes your leg around his waist so that he can fill you at a new angle.

“Baby,” he murmurs into your neck. He says it like you’ve been his for years. “Say my name.”

“S—Satoru!”

Laughing a little, probably too fucked out of his mind, Satoru removes his face from your neck and presses a hot, searing kiss onto your lips.

You yelp when he drives his cock more harshly into you, growing more desperate with the urgency to come inside you.

Riding his high, Satoru says the first thing that comes to mind, which is a long drawn-out, “Haaa…”

What Satoru meant to accomplish was to wish you another ‘Happy Birthday’, but of course, it all gets garbled up in his throat due to his approaching orgasm and comes out sounding fucking obscene.

That’s what gets you.

You come hard, your back bowing off the bed. Satoru, remembering your initial statement about how you trust him to pull out, does exactly that. Albeit, he did it at the very last second, but you avoided a pregnancy scare. So you can’t be mad.

Thick ropes of his cum splash across your bare belly and some get on your top. You’re hyperaware of how it trickles down your abdomen, some dipping into your belly button.

Wow.

Breathing hard and heavy, both coated in sweat among… other sensual fluids, Satoru rolls onto his back.

“Stuck with me for life, huh?” he asks, delicate fingers intertwined with yours. 

You hum. “Seems so…” you agree quietly. 

Now that you think about it, there hasn’t ever been a moment where Gojo Satoru hadn’t been present in your life, ever since meeting him during your high school days.

You two lay like that for some time, soaking in each other’s company until the early traces of morning light ripple through your curtains.

You’re about ready to shut your eyes until your thoughts are accosted by something you offhandedly forgot. 

“Satoru?” you begin, tone nice and sweet.

“Hm?”

You sit up slowly so you can peer down at his blissed-out face. “By chance, was the cake you got for me made out of ice cream?”

You know how deep his love for sweets goes. You just pray and hope to whatever higher power that he chose the safe route and chose a normal ca—

“…Yeah, why?”

Jumping out of bed, you rush to the living room where the cake is probably spilling its guts out all over your expensive, mahogany coffee table. “You IDIOT!” 

A string of curses follows you out into the hallway, as Satoru sits on your bed confused.

“What’d I do?!”

Whether you liked it or not, you were stuck with this bumbling idiot if he had any say in the matter, an invisible string keeping you two bound.

And maybe it wasn’t that bad.

Even if it’s at the cost of your ¥20,000 table.

if you read to the end we're making out.

© do not copy/plagiarize/translate/use ai on my work.

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A Burning Hill, Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 1

characters: levi ackerman x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers for season 1-2 of attack on titan, a looot of angst, swearing, slow burn, soft levi, fighting, major character deaths

a/n: okay so i was supposed to have this up during the weekend but my mental health has been so bad that i couldn't get it done on time. nevertheless i hope you guys enjoy this chapter and thank your for the feedback on chapter 1, i appreciate you guys so much and hope you enjoy this part just as much♡

845 AD

it would only keep getting worse. even when the government felt that citizens of paradis were safe from the titans with the protection of the walls, everything fell apart in a single fateful evening.

an abnormal, beyond the south gate of shiganshina district. it was different this time. the titan looming over the wall had a unique and threatening appearance. it was colossal, its height helping it reach over the wall and gaze upon the terrified eyes of wall maria residents.

and then chaos erupted.

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"why am i always stuck on training duties?"

"as you know, instructor martens passed away on our latest expendition. you will train the newcomers just for this week and then you'll return to your duties of being co-captain to the levi-y/l/n squad" goddamn it erwin. goddamn it. it wasn't that she hated the idea of training the newbies, she had done it before. it was that she would be missing the expendition taking place in shiganshina, that she helped plan

"what about this week's expendition? i am the one who planned it"

"levi, hange and i have you covered. he agreed to lead your team by himself, much to his dismay. however i can't imagine anyone better than to train our new soldiers, i promise its an one time thing" erwin suggested and she huffed, falling back in her seat. if it was just for one week then so be it. to be put quite simply, she couldn't say no to erwin and being informed that her absence would be covered was an okay reason for her to worry less about. besides the scouts have been lacking manpower lately and she would feel at ease if she knew that she could contribute on shaping erwin's vision. just what was his vision again?

"you're not too bad at training" an all too familiar voice reverberated through erwin's office. y/n didn't even have to turn her head back to confirm levi's precense as a soft laugh escaped her lips.

"yeah obviously. the training grounds are on the south, that means i'll probably have to leave in a bit so i can arrive early. where is hange? at least we can all have dinner together before i go, right?"

"let's head to the dining area, hange is probably waiting for us with moblit and miche" erwin nodded as he got up and walked past levi and y/n, leaving them behind his trail.

"you'll come back to me in one piece"

"is that an order?"

"yes"

"we're equals now, i don't take orders from you brat" he teased "i had no other plans anyways, who are you going to make tea to when im gone?"

"probably hange and erwin"

"that tea is only for me, i'm gonna haunt your ass" and if it wasn't more obvious that these two had a more profound bond then erwin didn't know. sometimes he swore he could cut the tension with the knife and for the first time he lost a bet to hange. at first he didn't believe that levi and y/n would be getting this close even when the two would be caught staring at each other from across the room.

it was a mutual understanding to everyone that levi and y/n were more than just co-captains.

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"eren, you really want to be a scout member, don't you?" y/n spoke softly, crouching down next to the green eyed brunette. she could tell the boy was disappointed that he couldn't use his odm gear correctly, as every time he tried to stabilize himself he'd just turn, feet looking up in the air and head hitting the ground with a thud every time.

"i want to destroy every single titan, captain. i want to kill them all" yeah you're not the only one, she thought. just then it hit her that many of those kids in front of her were present to that fateful day. most of them had lost their family and friends during the incident and she could tell from the determination in their eyes that they would go far.

"i trust you eren" she got up and walked over a beautiful girl with jet black hair that reminded her of levi's and a red scarf, leaving eren still dangling upside down "dear, can you lend your odm mechanism to eren? i suppose there's something wrong with his" and she was right. as soon as the boy put on his friend's equipment and tried swinging, he was floating like any normal person would. just as she thought.

y/n walked back to the small stage, smiling softly as he heard the excitement reeking from the young group of friends. at the end of the day they were just kids being kids. training was hard but they've had enough of their childhood pried away from them. little moments like these never hurt. she wished that one day kids wouldn't have to be forced away from their families and trained only to die by the jaws of titans. maybe one day they would be free from this curse. and maybe then, she could open that tea shop she always wanted. maybe levi would stick around and help her too.

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"maybe you should think twice about kicking the shit out of my students" her tone on a fine line between bored to death and teasing. that trial was awfully draining and boring. since when did everyone think they could share their opinion on something they have zero knowledge on? still noone knew how to handle a titan shifter but the military police thinking they had a say in this was just a poorly written joke "besides i haven't given my testament yet"

"go ahead"

"we can use the kid to our benefit. killing him would only cause more harm and i believe it would be a serious mistake to do so. honestly he could just turn into a titan right now and kill us all for all i care. i don't see how this would benefit either parties. anyways, i said what i had to say. there are people in here with absolutely zero knowledge over titans, why are we letting them do the talking? correct me if im wrong" her cold gaze met levi's across the room as she support her weight with her elbows on the stool "go on, im curious to see how this ends"

captain y/l/n never failed to stun everyone wherever she stepped foot in. both from her beauty and boldness. in this situation, the latter was enough to turn heads her way. levi absolutely hated that. first and foremost because she deserved much better than the lewd stares of strangers upon her ethereal beauty and last but not least due to her well...controversial choice of words and audacity. even if he admired her bravery, he knew sooner or later she would get in trouble.

after the judge concluded the trial and the decision that eren would be now apart of their team, the entire squad were lead into a conference room to discuss important matters, like controlling eren's titan abilities and a formation plan for their next move to regain the shiganshina district.

"please just tell me noone else here is a titan, save me from the embarrassment"

"uh... i hope i am the only one captain y/l/n" eren said as hange offered him a cloth to clean his face from the open wounds levi's boots had caused.

"well eren jeager can we trust you to save humanity?"

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"do you think this is going to end well?" levi turned around to meet her eyes but she was staring far off into the night sky "i know eren has shown us that we can trust him, but it's different. we've never seen anything like this before. i feel like something bad is going to happen soon and i don't know, i'm scared" huffing she took another sip of her tea that had now gone cold "this is only the beggining. the titans that infiltrated wall maria are still out there and we don't know if we'll be able to take them. maybe there's no coming out of this one"

"stop saying stupid shit like this" he snapped, making her side eye him "i mean, i feel like this too, don't be so pessimistic about it"

"i cant believe this sentence just came out of you? am i talking to the same levi?"

"shut up. i trust you enough not to die, so don't. tomorrow after we catch the female titan you'll come back to me. i don't even want the smallest of bruise on you" levi was so vulnerable during moments like these and she treasured the fact that she was the only person in this world to see him at this state.

"if you want me alive that much then i have no choice, do i?"

"i want you"

huh?

"i want you alive" there was a slight tint of red contrasting the paleness of his skin and yet she missed it due to the darkness that surrounded them.

oh.

"then I'll come back to you and you'll come back to me"

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the forest had never looked as scary and gloomy as it did when the threat of the female titan had subsided and all that was left was to wander around looking for any surviving members of the scouts participating in the mission.

petra, oluo, ganther. everyone had died during the mission and yet she was still there, leaving the survivor's guilt and shame to wash over her. levi was right. no matter how much trust you can put into another person other than yourself, they can be gone in any minute.

"shit" she hissed slowly sitting down on the tree next to petra, who was like a found younger sister to her. her face was stoic, only a few beads of sweat atop of her hairline.

and then she let out the loudest and unsettling scream of frustration she could.

levi was the first to find her, sobbing next to petra's lifeless body. he had never seen her at this state before. even when she tried jumping off the roof she had been so calm and collected, yet now he was seeing a whole another side of her that he wished he never would again. he'd actually rather have his legs eaten by a titan, that would hurt way less. he approached her slowly, making sure he was giving her enough space to back away if she felt uncomfortable.

and then his lips met her hairline as her hands desperately grasped the clothing on his back, trying to keep herself grounded. his hands were instantly being wrapped around her waist, gripping her tightly so she could not slip and kept his lips on her scalp. no words were needed to be spoken and as he felt her loosen up he laid one final kiss on her forehead and cupped her cheeks softly making her look into his eyes.

"i failed"

"it's not your fault, calm down, i've got you, noone can hurt you"

"they're all dead" he nodded, still caressing her soft skin "it should have been me" something about her talking like that ticked him off, it scared him how she would never think about how valuable her life was then in just a second, his whole demeanor against her changed and he pushed her away, not hard enough to hurt her, yet hard enough to make her lose her footing.

"i told you to cut the shit" his tone had also changed to his ice cold , the one he would use when speaking to everyone that wasnt her "what the fuck was that for? you think that you dying would be any better? i would rather everyone in this fucking world die right now if it meant that you'd still be here and i don't care what you have to say" levi was selfish. he was so selfish when it came to her "stop acting like a pathetic bitch"

"our whole squad just fucking died, and you keep talking about me being alive and im the pathetic one here? just shut up" they were both angry and neither could recall any other time in which they have spoken such harsh words to each other "you should've let me jump off that fucking roo-" he was pushing her again, this time against the tree with his hands around her neck "what the fuck are you doing?"

"shut the fuck up" using her whatever strength she had left she kicked him away taking, a moment to catch her breath and before she knew she was pinned back against the tree "im not a monster, i cared about them just as much as you did" he spat "i dont care about them as much as i care about you and i fucking hate it so if you plan on putting others above your own life then dont bother fucking talking to me again"

"um- excuse me, captain levi? captain y/l/n?" what now? "we-they told us to come pick up the bodies" the terrified soldier saluted at the captains that were literally about to rip each other to shreds just seconds ago. levi took a step back and turned around to head back to where the rest of the survivors had gathered.

"go ahead" her glare shot knives into his back "you coming, y/l/n?" he asked stopping to look back at her. just what had gotten into him? why was he so harsh all of a sudden? she nodded and picked up her pace to reach him.

and as they walked between the high trees, neither realized how or when their fingers ended up linked to each other's once again..

part 3 coming soon...

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‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

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Serving The Devil - Prologue

Genre: Enemies to lovers (?), boss x employee relationship, eventual smut, angst

Warnings: Yandere trends, possessiveness, abuse of authority, explicit language, controlling Taehyung, sweet reader, DUBCON, violence, abusive relationship

Pair: Idol! Kim Taehyung x Staff! Reader

Summary: Each of the BTS members has their own personal assistant, that person responsible for keeping their costumes clean, making sure they stick to all the schedules of the day, make payments to gossip sites whenever something that shouldn't be publicized comes out in magazines... Anyway, it does everything from buying their food to cleaning their apartments.

And you, as Kim Taehyung's assistant, on top of that, have to deal with his complicated personality and his constant task of complicating your work. You think your boss hates you, but on a trip to Paris things can change.

Author's Note: Lately I've only been thinking about writing this after seeing a specific tiktok, but I have no plans to turn this into something big maybe a mini series. I should also be doing a thousand college things lol so please cherish that.

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Taehyung was like a thorn in her side, always willing to ruin her plans with extra (and unnecessary) loads of work.

Like the time he insisted you be there during BTS In The Soop recordings, even though he wouldn't need your services, just for the pleasure of not giving her a few days away from him and his difficult personality. Or when he put his foot down and made you organize and reorganize your huge wardrobe all night making you miss a date with your college roommates you've been waiting for weeks.

You've been on the team for a good few months, a little less than a year, and from the beginning he's always acted like this, childish and petty, always making sure to make you feel inferior. Even with you striving to be better.

You believe he hated you from the first time he saw you, making light of you while the members themselves tried to include you in the team.

— Okay, yes please, a reservation for five days…

Taehyung was scheduled to attend Celine's spring/summer men's collection show on the last day of Paris Fashion Week, he would depart three days before and return three days after the event.

However, the moment the words left his lips his head snapped, soon he was no longer scrolling his Instagram feed and had his prying eyes on you. His English was poor but he still managed to make out a few words, enough to feel something bad settle in his stomach, because Taehyung can't stand his presence, but he hates the lack of it even more.

— How a reservation? Where are you staying?

He asked in a seemingly calm voice, not caring if you were on a call with someone else, whether it was important or not, when he wanted your attention it was good that you dedicated yourself to him, that was one of the things you had to learn over time.

The other thing was that he hates that you stay in a different hotel while traveling internationally, which happened every now and then due to the demand of the place.

When he raised an eyebrow expecting an answer you sighed knowing it would be difficult to make him understand. Swallowed dry, you finally replied: "I'm not going to Paris, I have an important test on Monday, I can't just skip it."

Being in the last year of English college, you couldn't afford to travel to Europe at the end of the semester. After all, you can decide when to take on the overtime your job requires, it was in the contract you signed 10 months ago.

— I don't care, you're coming too.

You shifted in the leather seat of the car, the driver glancing briefly between the two of you in the mirror but soon turning his attention back to the street.

— Sorry, can you give me a minute? — you talk to the receptionist on the other end of the line before turning to him wearily — Sir, I already informed my boss, everything is settled, Nicole will accompany you.

You immediately regret saying that when you see Taehyung's brows furrow, jaw tightening and tongue poking the inside of his mouth. His shoulders drop. Suddenly the atmosphere inside the car becomes heavy, the driver feels sorry for you if the constant glances in the rearview mirror are any hint.

One instant the device was with you and the next Taehyung had violently snatched the iPhone from your hands and ended the call before discarding it on the seat between you. You looked from your hands to him, working up the courage to speak.

— Sir… — you whimper but don't dare to take the device back very aware of the idol's tantrums beside you.

To be honest, you believed the manager had told Taehyung about the change in plans, but you should have known better.

— I'm your boss and I'm saying you're coming with me!

Looking into his eyes her cold irises left no room for argument, the next thing you know, you're packing your bags after sending an email to your teacher explaining the situation, omitting some details, after all you had a confidentiality agreement behind you, hoping your teacher would understand.

Packing your best pieces of clothing into a small suitcase you can't help but feel more than frustrated. This was never what you wanted.

First and foremost, this job was supposed to serve as a support for your studies, a means to support yourself in Seoul while studying for your degree. but now you found yourself leaving your academic obligations behind or else you should kiss it all goodbye.

When you received an email confirming that you had got the job at the famous Big Hit, you were about to call home apologizing for having failed and asking your parents to take you back. Throughout your graduation you managed to stay in the capital with a reasonable lifestyle, however, in the last year the cafeteria you worked for ended up closing and you found yourself to drift.

Without a means to support yourself you were desperate as the bills piled up. The job as an assistant couldn't have come at a better time. But now you were stuck with a petty celebrity and you couldn't afford to send in a letter of resignation, not when you were so close to completing your studies. You refuse.

At first, you were hired on the recommendation of your best friend's sister, who had to leave after giving birth, you can only hope that by the time she needs to come back you've already managed to graduate.

You are brought back to reality by your cell phone's personalized ringtone. Taking a deep breath, you answer the call.

— I want you here in five minutes!

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you’re with him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much. 

content  & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, toxic & manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career. word count: 12.9K

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disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in here are all fictional and all are part of my imagination.

a/n: to the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it! 

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