So Beautiful Was Our Love, That When People Saw Us Walking Past, We Were Love And Art In Person. By Anastasia

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 18

‧✧̣̇‧ 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.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Happy moments with Jungkook always end with smiles and weird moments maybe.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: reverse cowgirl, crude comments, Jungkook instigates that he’s going to fight someone, toxic mentality, y/n is a Taehyung apologist but not really

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.9K

Gym Bunny Masterlist ♡

Jungkook likes to think that his life in this every moment is the best it’s ever been. And it’s definitely not because he’s finally convinced you to ride his dick off, oh no. It’s definitely because he’s finally finished building that Van Gogh Lego set you got him for his birthday, he also finally taught Bam how to play dead, that makes his life pretty cool. You make his life cool too if he’s being honest, especially when you giggle when he does something stupid or the way you cut half of what you’re eating to give to him.

Again, it’s definitely not because you’re riding him like it was your life’s passion to bring him pleasure. But he won’t deny that he loves the way you’re rolling your hips so his cock gets the attention it deserves. He also loves that you’re letting him slap your ass and moaning so beautifully.

But yea, his amazing life has nothing to do with this moment right now.

He moans before biting his lip and squeezing your ass like it was nothing to him. He leaves red handprints on your skin but he knows you won’t mind. You’re turned away from him, hands gripping his legs to ground you because this position is new to you and it feels like he’s touching places you never thought he could. You moan loudly and wiggle your hips when your ass meets the base of his cock. He nearly choked in appreciation, his nails digging into your skin but you don’t mind.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook huffs and holds your hips like it’ll help him hold back his orgasm,” this is the best day of my life.”

You’re blushing but that doesn’t stop you from lifting your hips and carefully slamming them back down on his cock. Jungkooks moans are giving you that confidence you love to feel and you really need it now since you’re doing something you’ve never done before. Jungkook has asked you to ride him a couple times now, of course you’ve said no thinking you’d definitely crush him.

And of course Jungkook replies in his usual obnoxious tone,

If a man can’t handle his girl riding him then is he really a man?

And a blush worthy statement,

Dying between your legs is how I would wanna go anyways.

You decided to take the chance just because you can’t tell him no and you were curious if it would feel differently for you if you were being honest. You finally agreed to it, making Jungkook suddenly strip and sit up on his bed happily tapping his lap for you. So now here you are, arching your back like you’ve seen in raunchy videos and you try grind slow circles with your hips since that one article you read a couple days ago said it would’ make him bust a nut in a second’

“Fuck—“ Jungkook bites his lip before lifting his hips to meet your languid thrusts. Your grip on his leg tightens and now you’re the one leaving marks on him. You lick your lips because it feels too good but you’re too embarrassed to moan even though you’re alone. You clench so tightly around him hearing his moans and huffy groans of your name. He’s about to cum, you know the signs now, his thrusts were sloppy and his words were slurred. You feel him sit up and wrap his arm around your body to touch your bouncing breasts, you almost squeal when you feel his teeth nipping into your shoulder.

“J-Jungkook— Ah—“ The pain from his biting is what does it for you. He feels you getting overwhelmingly tighter and wetter around him. His moans remind you to keep riding him, so you take in a deep breathe and fuck him like he’s always dreamt of.

“Baby you’re so good,” Jungkook lays back down and is stiff under you, he’s holding his breath and letting you take the pleasure out of his body. It doesn’t take long for him to cum, especially when you arch your back again and look back at him as if you were taunting him. He holds your hips in his hands and holds them tight against him, grinding into you to calm himself down. You wiggle your hips again and grind with him, but his hands grip your ass to stop you.

After he knows he’s given you all the cum you need, he pats your ass as he tries to catch his breath, he doesn’t want you to get off of him. He kind of wants his cock to stay nestled warmly in you, but he can tell you’re ready for cuddles and kisses. You slowly lift your hips to let his cock slip out of you with a wet smack to his stomach and Jungkook appreciates the imagery.

“Let’s go shower and watch Frozen.”

He sweetly kisses you and you blush for the millionth time that night.

After taking a shower and putting on matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse pjs, you sit so beautifully on his couch. You're holding his big pikachu plush to your chest and Jungkook almost stops what he’s doing to go and kiss you. But instead he puts snacks on the coffee table and turns the TV on.

You feel a little shy, you almost always do after having sex with Jungkook but doing something new like that has your insecurities running high. You’re not too sure if he actually liked how you were moving or if it was just in the heat of the moment. But you speak up, almost whispering but Jungkook hears you loud and clear.

“Was that…okay?” He scoffs as he picks a movie out, he sits on the floor in between your legs so you can give him, in his own words, daily head rubbies.

“Didn’t you hear me say it was the best day of my life?” He sighs when he feels you run your fingers through his hair.

“You say that everyday.”

“I meant it this time.” He shrugs.

“You didn’t mean it the other times?”

He freezes,” of course I did, I just meant, out of all the best days in my life this was the best of the best.”

You snort a little and it’s a new habit Jungkook has recently found out about as you open up more to him but he loves it just as much.

“Just because I was on top?” You blush again but continue to tease,” I didn’t know you were such a perv.”

Jungkook gasps, offended, he softly swats your hands away to stand up to tower over you, his hand on the couch next to your head to hold himself up. He has a scowl on his face but you know it’s his fake intimidation that he does when he wants to play around.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he smirks and cups your jaw like he’ll kiss you,” I could feel that pussy getting wetter-“

You squealed and pushed him away, his words were too crude for your own liking, even if it was true.

He didn’t have to say it like that.

But Jungkook thinks you’re too cute, he loves when you blush and try to hide yourself from him. It gets his heart beating faster, his fingertips feel numb with adoration and he can’t help himself from wanting to smother you with love.

“You’re so fucking cute.”He attacks you, tickling you and kissing you, a deadly combination since you’re ticklish all over. You’re trying to push him away but he pins you down and blows raspberries into your neck. You’re laughing, tears forming in the corner of your eyes but he wipes them away before going back to deadly ministrations.

Then you hear your phone ring but Jungkook doesn’t stop the obnoxious wet kisses on your face, instead his fingers look for your phone on the couch cushion while he bites into your cheeks. You whine but he answers it after he sees it was Daisy who was calling. You pull his hair and grumpily answer.

“H-Hey, what’s up?” You breathe out, holding Jungkook back from any more attacks but he bites your fingers in retaliation.

“Babe,” Daisy whined,” Babe can I borrow your boyfriend for a second?”

Jungkook starts kissing your neck again, your weak spot more specifically. He kisses bruises onto the soft skin so it’s starting to get a little hard understanding what Daisy was saying.

“W-What?”

“I need to borrow your boyfriend! Call him up—“

She sounded angry, you know that, but you don’t know why exactly. You tried pushing Jungkook away but times like this he likes to remind you who the stronger one out of the two of you is. He’s squeezing your body like you were his play thing and he still has the nerve to obnoxiously growl against your neck when he feels you push him away.

“J-Jungkook stop-“ you whisper hoping Daisy wouldn’t hear but that’s when you notice she was awfully quiet now.

“Oh my god,” you hear her gasp as you finally were able to get his dangerous grip off of your thighs,” are you fucking him right now?”

“Daisy!“ Your embarrassment gives you enough strength so you can push Jungkook off of you, he falls off the couch with a whiny huff of your name,” he’s just…he’s clingy— it’s movie night.”

Jungkook glares up at you from the floor and you finally process what she had said earlier.

“Wait, why do you need him?”

Jungkook perks up and quickly presses his ear to the back of your phone.

“Oh I need him to kick someone’s ass for me.”

He smirks and is already agreeing to do it but you glare at him. Of course he’s eager to kick ass, even if he doesn’t know who or what.

“What? Why?”

You hear Daisy whine and Jungkook tries taking the phone from you.

“Because! My stupid photographer was talking shit about me!”

You don’t hear anything because Jungkook takes your phone and quickly presses it to his ear. This sounded like it was a specific secret mission for Jungkook and he’s ready for it. He always loved a good revenge story too.

“Who’s ass am I kicking?” Jungkook grunts and you can hear her talking but you can’t make anything out.

“My fucking photographer! Fucking asshole son of a bitch! I heard him talking shit about me! He said that I’m only popular because I’m fat and being fat is a big trend right now! Can you believe that bastard!? He’s getting all of these gigs because of me but now he’s going off saying how HE made ME?”

“No way,” he gasped and you try to listen but he‘s sits up letting you fall on the cushion,” you want me to fuck him up?”

You poutingly glare up at him.

“Honey, go get a jacket,” he sits up again and you’re very confused, but you listen to him and quickly rush to his room to get him and yourself hoodies. When you walk out he’s looking for Yoongis keys and still on the phone with Daisy.

”When and where?”

You quickly stand next to him and he moves the phone so you can hear her too.

“Tonight! He’s at the club so we can egg his car or something.” You hear Daisy and your pulse quickens, exciting.

“Ok we’ll meet you there,” Jungkook puts his hoodie on and walks to the entryway of his apartment,” send me the address— come on— let’s go.”

He hangs up and you’re following him, even though you know this is totally wrong, you’re still going to go. Daisy sounded like she might need a hug anyways.

“You’re not gonna hurt him are you?”

“Nah,” he says while slipping his shoes on, he hands you your shoes and smirks,” probably just scare him or something, maybe slash his tires.”

“That’s totally illegal.” You whine but continue to tie your shoes.

“Only if we get caught,” His smirk turns into that pretty boy smile he does when wants something,“ I think Daisy needs us, she sounded hurt.”

He waits for you by his door, swinging his keys which makes him even sexier than before.

If that was even possible.

“If someone said that to you I’d flip their shit— so I gotta do it for Daisy, I’m feminist like that.”

You snorted,” okay sure, but promise you won’t actually hurt him.”

He nods his head and holds his pinky out to you and you hook your pinky with his. He helps you stand with your pinky promise and kisses you, just because you look too cute like this.

“Now let’s go fuck some shit up yea?”

Jungkook is laying next to you, hands brushing against your own. The stars look lovely tonight but you put them to shame, he doesn’t know if he can love the stars the same knowing he has you now, his very own star.

It’s your weekly date night and Jungkook has planned a sweet picnic under the stars. You both take this time to talk about your day, future plans, and most importantly any problems that rest heavy in your heart. It’s quiet right now, only the sounds of crickets and Jungkook chewing can be heard. You think now is the perfect opportunity to talk about what’s been making the weight on your shoulders feel heavier and heavier.

“Kookie can I ask you something? But promise to be nice?”

Jungkook likes to think he is nice but seeing as you’re asking him to be nice then your question will probably make him not so nice.

“I’m always nice.” He shrugs.

“Not when it comes to … this subject.”

He turns to you, he knows exactly what subject you’re talking about.

Taehyung.

But he lets you speak, maybe it’s not even about him, maybe it’s about the restaurant he hates going to because the waiter called you cute one time.

“Do you think I should give Taehyung another chance?”

Jungkook’s mood is immediately spoiled, he drops his fork in annoyance and he realizes that’s why you said to be nice. But how can he be nice when Taehyung was the definition of a fatphobic toxic asshole. Jungkook smiles to himself for using the new phrase he’s recently learned from Daisy, she’d agree with him.

But he knows how hard it is for you to be mean, you’re looking at him with those pretty round eyes of yours and he sees your dilemma in them. He knows you want to forgive Taehyung because that big heart of yours sees the good in everyone no matter how bad they’ve treated you.

Jungkook wants to say, ‘Fuck no cut him off!’ But instead he sighs and looks at the sky because he doesn’t think he can stop himself from growling out a,’Fuck Taehyung.’ Especially when he promised he’d be nice.

“Do you want to?” He grits out hoping you say no.

“I feel like I should,” you sigh and Jungkooks on the edge of tearing into you for even considering it, but he’ll hear your reasoning before he does, he wants to know exactly what you’re thinking.

“I mean I get it, he must have been getting teased a lot,” you play with your fork and bite your lip like it’s the only thing that’s stopping you from crying,” not everyone likes...big people…and seeing someone as attractive as him hanging out with me must have been a huge shock to them.”

Jungkook stays silent, he doesn’t agree but you need to speak your mind for him to understand you.

“I-I get why he lied,” you continue through soft sighs,” I get why he stopped hanging out with me and I feel like he had a good reason to.”

Oh Jungkook does not like this at all, he hates how you’re actually sympathizing with someone who treated you like shit.

“But another part of me is telling me that he was wrong for doing that,” Jungkook turns to you and nearly chokes on his fruit. He wants to smile but he won’t, he’ll let you finish.

”That same part is telling me not to forgive him and go our separate ways— he’s been messaging me asking to meet up and talk but I’m not sure if I want to give him another chance.”

That’s my girl.

He smiles at you and you wait for his answer, hopefully he’ll be nice like he said he will be.

“You know I’ll support you no matter what,” He sighs,” but as your super hot hunky boyfriend I don’t want you to forgive him— I really don’t— he treated you badly and you absolutely do not deserve that and he doesn’t deserve another chance.”

“Okay, you’re right,” you sigh and feel that weight ease on your shoulders,” I think I’ll text him and meet up with him— I’m going to cut him off.”

You say proudly and Jungkook feels proud for you. He picks up more fruit and feeds it to you, he’s happy and he can tell that you’re happy too. He sees your smile more radiant than ever, he sees how much more confident you’ve become especially in your decisions about the people around you.

“I’m proud of you baby, I really am.”

You smile and feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, tears full of happiness and love for Jungkook and most importantly for yourself.

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𐙚 🪷 TRUTH OR DRINK katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

⋆˙ᝰ about ! “you love me, you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me." with the release of your husband's newest album and the announcement for his latest tour, the two of you are invited on set to film a special kind of promotional video for newlyweds. hopefully, this married couple leave without a hangover. ( 4.8K )

warnings ! minors blank and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint, celebrity!au, all characters are aged up to 20s, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, drinking, newlyweds, exes, some family issues, long-distance, idol!bakugou, fem + model!reader - not beta read!

aali’s love letter ! happy birthday bakugou! another splendid year for our lord saviour dynamght !! i posted this late boo but its out!! i hope you guys are still able to enjoy <3 ty to @cuntcure for helping out n motivating me !! - m.list ⋆ read on ao3 ! ִ ࣪𖤐₊ ⊹

“fuck, we’re really doing this, huh?”

across from you, katsuki bakugou shifts uncomfortably  — ruby red eyes darting around the plain white set. studio lights glare from all directions, illuminating the slight sweat that beads at the blonde’s hairline. artificial lighting, bright and made to capture everything, refracts of the pearling perspiration and almost creates the illusion of a halo around the crown of your partner’s head. almost as if he’s an angel.

reaching over the small table that the producers have set up between you both, you grasp at katsuki’s rough fingers, toying with them as if to test the waters before you hold them fully — once he’s comfortable enough to accept your physical affection. his palms are warm and a little sweaty, but that doesn’t stop you from giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“it’ll be fun,” you whisper, keeping your voice low and calm as the production crew continues to contrastingly flit around you in preparation for the shoot. “and it’ll be great promo for your album!” lifting his hands, you press a kiss to the blonde’s knuckles as though you’re sealing a promise, ensuring that they’re not empty. you smile reassuringly and bakugou returns it awkwardly, drawing back just a tad when a member of production sheepishly approaches the table to set down three different bottles of alcohol, two shot glasses and a pitcher of pineapple and coconut juice as your mixer of choice. 

glass bottles of whisky, rum, and vodka glit under the white light too.

“we can back out at anytime,” comes your soft reminder once the crew member retreats to check the sound mic and cameras along with some other staff. “i want you to be comfortable.” 

bakugou shakes his head, this time, bringing the backs of your hands to his lips — pale blonde lashes fluttering as he shuts away ruby framed eyes and takes a breath to calm himself. “wanna do it. like y’said it’ll be good. fun.” when he opens his eyes again, he’s looking at you with a toothy smirk that never fails to send a shiver down your spine and butterflies in a flurry through your tummy. “besides, we haven’t been able t’do somethin’ like this together in a while.” 

nothing beats your grin after that and with a few more touch ups to your make up ( the both of you ) — you’re ready to begin filming. 

“okay guys!” the director on set claps their hands. “wanna start us off? who are you and what are you doing here today?” 

you give katsuki’s hands one last comforting squeeze before his crimson gaze slinks towards the camera that’s now rolling, fixating on its blinking red light as it matches his stare. “‘m katsuki bakugou ‘nd this is my wife,” he juts his head over to you gently, muttering your name with love laced between each of its syllables. 

you too turn to face the camera, award winning smile settling gracefully on your lips. “and today we’re playing truth or drink!” you squirm excitedly. “we’re really happy to be here! thank you for having us!” 

“i’m not.” 

“katsuki!” 

with a laugh behind the camera, the producer speaks again. “so, you’re some pretty special guests. what do you guys do? how long have you two been married?”

bakugou rolls his eyes at the enthusiasm. “i’m a singer-songwriter slash idol or whatever you wanna call it…and i’m on tour right now. so buy my album or you’re shit.” 

“and i’m a fashion model slash content creator. we’ve been together for like…five years? married for half a year? a year?” musing out loud, you switch your gaze from the camera to katsuki — letting him know with your eyes that he’s doing a great job.

“eight months, three weeks ‘n two days.” he corrects you seriously, causing sweet laughter to bubble up on your lips. 

“sorry, folks. eight months, three weeks and two days.”  you retort jokingly. bakugou rolls eyes ruby framed eyes again.

“okay, so still pretty new. let’s start with a shot, shall we?”

ever the gentlemen, your husband  pours you a decently sized shot using a drink he knows you like without even asking. he even tops it off with a mixer because he knows that sometimes you can’t get past a bitter aftertaste if the alcohol is too strong. once done with yours, he fills up his own glass before clinking it against yours — both of you knocking back the shot with practised ease. 

“god, that shit’s strong.” the pale blonde grimaces. 

despite having a facial expression to match, you somehow make light of the situation. “really puts hairs on your chest, doesn’t it, kats?”

“you like my tits naked and juicy, shut the hell up,” smirking cockily, katsuki slides your shot glasses to the side and toys with the stacked white question cards in front of him. “her words not mine.” 

“anyways…first card please.” 

doing as he’s told, katsuki flips the first card over — skimming the letters written in bold on the other side before he slams it back down. “‘m takin’ a shot.” 

the shoot has barely begun and you already find yourself bursting into fits of adoring, amused giggles. “no! it’s not even your question to answer! you have to read it, it’s the first card!” you whine playfully.

“alright, fine,” flipping the card over again with a dejected air about him, bakugou announces the question to both you and the camera. “when was the last time we had sex and where did it happen?” 

“oh god.” you pinch your brow.

“told ya. no shots, it’s the first card. y’gotta answer it, babe.” bakugou teases as he casts the card aside, leaning back in his chair slow and sexy like while he watches you hungrily. it’s like making you embarrassed has made him forget that he’s on camera. 

sighing through your nose, you pout at the camera and producers who watch eagerly. “on the way here.” 

“on the way to this shoot? oh my god!” 

“yes! omg. shut up, this is so embarrassing. katsuki don’t laugh!” you practically wail as the set bursts out into laughter. “god, okay. it was on the way here and in the back of the SUV with the partition up. don’t ask me how we had time. katsuki always makes time.” 

said katsuki wiggles two fingers towards the camera knowingly and chokes back a raspy chuckle when you frown in response, scooping up your own card. “next question,” your say as your gaze skims the card. “who is your least favourite parent in law? oooh, spicy.” 

“definitely her dad,” your husband points a thumb in your direction without hesitation but mouths his words straight into the camera. “you’re a piece of shit by the way.” 

the producer pipes in. “can we elaborate?”

“my dad was never the most supportive of my career…but claims everything i have is because of him. it sucks, he's a narcissist and we don’t really speak because of it.” you answer truthfully, attempting to shrug the weight of your familial situation off. you know that most girls dream of having their father walk them down the aisle on their wedding day…but it’s just not in the cards for you. sensing your anger, your hurt and your pain beginning to rise to the surface, katsuki takes the card from you and grasps at your hand — eyebrows raised earnestly into his hairline while he checks to see if you’re okay. a small, wistful smile plays at your lips and you give your partner a gentle nod. “it’s okay though, my mum, mitsuki and masaru have been great parents. katsuki’s mum and dad kept me grounded throughout our engagement, pretty much designed all of my wedding outfits. they were all custom.” 

“outfits? as in multiple?” 

“ah yes! mitsuki insisted that i had changes throughout the day.” you beam, a giddiness replacing any negative emotion you once felt. your future mother in law had done everything in her power to make you feel like a princess on your wedding day — to this day it made you feel extremely grateful for your positive relationship with bakugou’s family.

“they still fuckin’ spoil her, ma styles her for a lot shoots,” the blonde scoffs but the adoration dancing in the almost brown flecks of his carmine eyes tell a different story. “no seriously, ma ‘n pa love you so much. you’re like the daughter they never had.” 

“aw, that’s so cute. i’ll cry.” 

katsuki’s turn to pick a card rolls around again, but he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire time — index finger toying with your engagement ring. “what’s was the most stressful part about planning a wedding?” he reads. “oh, definitely the micromanaging from other people. shit pissed me off,” your husband answers almost straight away, already preparing to fix himself a shot when the producer asks him to elaborate. 

he shakes his head and the producer turns to you. “our managers thought that they could have a say in our ceremony since it was like the celebrity wedding of the year,” shrugging, you fix your own shot which makes your spouse grin. “we ended up having one public and one smaller, private wedding to say fuck ‘em. and no, they didn’t fire me for this.” 

“so a follow up, when you announced your engagement to the world what was a difficult thing you dealt with publicly?” someone from behind the camera asks.

pursing your lips, you look to katsuki for an answer. “the fan wars? some of my fans were…are still caught up on my ex and others think the great singer katsuki bakugou is too good for an influencer like me.” 

“they don’t know shit. you’re too good for the world baby, i don’t deserve you.” 

“corny ass,” you snort directly into the camera’s shot. “i’m sure that’s one of his song lyrics.” 

“is fuckin’ not!” bakugou pouts, though he’ll deny that he was later. “pick another damn card.” 

he pushes the pile towards you once more and you cheekily swipe one from the middle to make the video a little bit more interesting for those watching from home when it comes out. hopefully the viewers get a laugh out of bakugou calling you a cheater and you sticking your tongue out at him in retaliation — he pinches it back. 

“ouch! owie, okay! okay, let go!” flipping the card so that the text is facing you, you begin to read it out loud slowly — nearly bursting out into an incredulous fit of giggles at the question printed in thick black letters. “this is so ironic, baby you’re gonna love this one,” katsuki raises a brow, intrigued by the coy smile you’re barely trying to hide now. “i dare you to call an ex and remind them that you’re happily married.” 

a small silence echoes throughout the studio as you stare at one another, waiting and waiting, until a loud, raspy and haughty laugh rips through bakugou’s throat. 

“what’s so funny?”

the blonde sat opposite you, still as handsome as the day you first met him — with glittering gem eyes that sparkle under the studio lights and a toothy smile that never fails to melt your heart, suddenly grows shy. a rose tint spreads its way over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks that have lost their youthful roundness, katsuki blushes softly but laughs with his entire body — only just embarrassed by the secret he's about to reveal to his most dedicated fans and the rest of the world. 

leaning forward on the table, elbows on the edge, while you tuck your chin in the seat of your palm — biting your lip in amusement. “do you wanna tell them or should i?” 

“i wanna take a fuckin’ short first. can i?” katsuki asks, almost innocently. he knocks back a glass of dark, bitter whisky once he gets the go ahead. “she’s my first. my first everythin’. girlfriend, time, wife—“ 

“i sure hope i’m your first and only wife, kats.” you cut him off swiftly, a mischievous lilt layered thick on your tone.

he slings an arm over the back of his chair, waving you off lovingly. “—you know what i mean, sweets.” bakugou shrugs in the direction of the producers. “i don’t have an ex to call.”

“okay, we’ll have your wife call one.” 

at the film crew’s suggestion, your voice raises an octave, notes of surprise littered through out your melodic voice. “me? who would i even call?” you can’t help but snicker, trying to reach for the juice used for mixer so you can plan your escape route out of the dare. 

your husband snatches the bottle from your reach, holding it protectively against his broad chest. “call shindou.” he grunts out low but highly amused. 

“oh no, i’m not doing that. let me take the shot katsuki.” comes your instant response, tone turning slightly serious.

“who’s shindou?”

“her ex.” 

“my ex.” 

the both of you announce in unison, though you’re a little less entertained by your menace of a blonde husband — still guarding the drinks as he chucks the used question card to the side. 

“why not?” 

“cause it’ll be mean? he still hasn’t recovered from finding out i’m dating the idol he used to train with. yanno, the one who debuted over him.” 

bakugou clicks his tongue cockily.  “he’ll get over it. call him. c’mon, it’ll be funny and you love making me laugh.” 

“alright fine but you have to swear you’ll answer the next one.” you turn to the camera. “he’s right though, his laugh is the prettiest in the world.” 

bakugou blushes as you pull out your phone and scroll to the bottom of your contact list, surprised at yourself for not blocking and deleting the number. holding up the sleek device for everyone to view, you jab a thumb into the speaker button and watch with baited breath as it begins to ring throughout the studio.

“hello, yo speakin’,” a voice a little higher pitched than your husband’s filters through the speaker. it’s familiar, but doesn’t hold any of the comfort that bakugou brings. it’s been years since you ended things with your ex, the relationship was rocky and full of miscommunications and mistrusts before either of you skyrocketed to fame. there’s no malice between you both or a reason to cause katsuki why worry, you hope, but talking to yo shindou nowadays is akin to talking to a stranger. 

giving the camera an awkward thumbs up, you reply shyly. “hi shin, what’s up?” 

“oh hey sweetheart, this is a nice suprise.” your ex purrs through the line. you click the buttons side of your phone to turn up the volume — making sure his every word is picked up by the mics in the room. 

bakugou chimes in, clearly looking for an opportunity to show off. “hey asshole, don’t get too excited.” 

“hello to you too kats, what can i do you for princess?” 

“shin, don’t call me that. also we’re shooting truth or drink right now — newlyweds edition with kats. they wanted me to call, tell you i’m married or something… which i’m sure you know by now.” explaining in a rush, you push at bakugou’s forehead, right between arched, dark blonde brows to keep him and his laughter at bay. 

“it’s all anyone can talk about these days, especially when i’m on set. married couple of the year.” 

the producers mouth to you to ask shindou a question, in which you almost miss underneath the sounds of your newlywed husband suppressing snarky jokes and giggles. “they’re telling me to ask you if you’re happy for me ‘n kats. you don’t have to answer—“ 

“i am. happy for you. katsuki, as big as of an asshole as he is, makes you way fucking happier than i ever did. he’s good to you, but you’re better to him. the world wants to see you guys grow old together… i hope it stays that way or else i’ll have to swoop back in—“

cringing along the millions that will be watching in the near future, you slice through his words politely before bakugou can blow a gasket. “thanks, shin. you’re sweet.” 

“anything for you, sweetcheeks—“ 

“alright, alright. you’re pushin’ it now, freak. r’member i’m the one clapping these sweet cheeks and i’ll always be a better fuck than you—“ abruptly, your newfound husband snatches up your phone — growling possessively down the line as if to ward your ex off. 

“okaybyethankyou!” squealing you hang up the phone and breathe a heavy sigh of relief, head banging on the table in front of you as you try to hide your flustered face. “that went better than expected.” 

the blonde before you shrugs nonchalantly as if he wasn’t seconds away from reaching into the phone and tearing shindou’s head from between his shoulders.  “i do love an opportunity to show you off, rub our marriage in people’s faces.” alas, he pours you both a shot, adding a mixer to yours, sort of as a reward for making it through the call. “kay, next card,” he swipes one from the top of the pile once more, carefully murmuring its contents into the studio’s cool air. “can the both of you name one person you would have invited into your marital bedroom on your wedding night? see if you’re both thinking of the same person. easy. on three?” 

“sure! one, two—“ you count, the temperature of the room raising as it awaits your big reveal. “kirishima.” 

“kirishima.” katsuki says at the same time before smirking cockily at the film crew. “next!”

you join him just as your foot flirtatious slides up his leg from underneath the table. “kats says eijirou is packin’, by the way.” your husband’s smile fades into an embarrassed look, everyone in the room laughing along with you. of course he’s seen it. of course you’ve talked about this before. “anyway, my turn! most romantic thing i’ve ever done for you? c’mon now kats, you can think of something. i’m pretty sweet.” 

reaching for your hand for the nth time during the shoot, bakugou laces his fingers with yours — decadent dark red eyes instantly drawn to the big rock on your engagement ring and the simple gold wedding band that sits above it as he recalls everything you’ve ever done for him. every gesture; every text, every act of physical touch or service. it would be hard to choose just one romantic thing.

the silence as he ponders almost fills you with dread, a nervousness fluttering about in your chest like a butterfly whose wings are beginning to fail them. they’d have to edit this part out if he couldn’t think of anything. 

but then, those plush pink lips that kiss you and call for you, part gently and a soft sentiment escape’s from between them. “you love me,” is all bakugou can say, eyes wide and genuine. “you take care of me. that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever done f'me…and, if we’re talkin’ specifics, you remember that time just before my album came out? before our wedding? i was fuckin’ stressed ‘n i was always locked up in the studio, trying to figure out the track list, the final song…” 

you nod slowly, exhaling deeply through your nose. “yeah?”  the background noise from the crew, cameras and mics wither away until it’s just yourself and bakugou in the room — holding hands as though you’re one another’s life lines. 

“it was three am ‘n you were in another city for a shoot but…you still made the drive over to have dinner with me. to make sure i ate,” the tip of katsuki’s rough and calloused thumb brushes over the bumps formed by your knuckles. “just to help me run through things even though i was freakin’ the fuck out and you had a flight to milan the next day. you ate with me and that meant a lot.” he seems wistful as he talks, forgetting that the world will be able to see his heart beating all tender like when the cameras are put away and the footage is polished up.

perhaps he doesn’t care if the world sees him being so vulnerable with the woman he loves on screen. they’ll usually find such openness hidden between the lyrics of his songs. so, perhaps it’s the little alcohol running through his system. nevertheless, quiet love and appreciation seeps from katsuki bakugou’s pours into the quiet atmosphere of the set, the emotions crash over you in waves that you welcome — almost reducing you to tears brewed just for him.

“you asshole,” you sniff, lacking all the spite the insulting nickname carries. “i didn’t think that night  meant so much to you… i just wanted to see my baby. wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

cocking his head to the side fondly, the blonde singer uses the back of his hand to wipe at your free falling tears you hadn’t realised were there. bakugou doesn’t let go of you the entire time. “don’t cry sweets, you know i hate t’see you cry.” 

watery laughter bubbles up on the seam of your lips. “don’t tell me what to do,”

“you said she drove from another city, would you guys say that distance made things difficult for you?” 

“sometimes,” you answer the director truthfully. “while we were engaged we’d plan our wedding across different time zones. when i was awake walking for fashion week he was sleeping in his studio making songs.” you explain, looking to katsuki to confirm.

he nods along with another squeeze of your hand. “it was hard yeah, but we got through it. now she has my ring on her finger ‘n she’s stuck with me.” 

“send help.” you mouth to the camera.

resuming the game, you snatch up a card and secretly hope that the question is a little more light hearted than the previous. “has my line of work ever made you jealous? oooh, good one,” adding the card to the ones already discarded, you squirm in your seat — excited to know your husband’s answer. “no shots! i want you sober and honest.” 

“i’ve hardly had anythin’ to drink!” katsuki snorts. “what’s the sayin’? a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts? let me have something.” 

“no! i want sober words and sober thoughts, that’s the aim of the game, stink.” 

katsuki rolls his eyes so hard you fear they might drop out of his skull. “spoiled brat,” he mumbles begrudgingly, sucking his teeth. “okay before anyone says anythin’, i’m a secure guy. i trust and value my girl’s word above anyone else’s. i love seein’ her on billboards in every country i visit, on magazines at every airport I’ve ever flown from…”

“it feels like there’s a but coming.” 

“wait for it…” you hum gleefully.

“but i hate that one cover shoot you did with that nerd, izuku, for vogue. that’s it. never do that shit again.” bakugou finishes, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

nearly leaping out of your seat, you point at your husband — bewildered. “i knew it! you said it didn’t bother you!”

“of course it did! he had his grubby arms wrapped around you! he stinks.” 

“you did not just call izuku stinky, he’s got a feature on your album!” 

“his feature can kiss my ass,” you know that bakugou is only half serious, the two have written some beautiful songs together and the cover hardly meant anything — izuku models from time to time as well. it just so happens you also work for the same brands. “my turn again, rate my proposal on a scale of one to ten. how good did i do?”

“nine point five.” you nod assertively, speaking to your audience with love bursting through your heart. “he proposed to me at his first sold out concert, like literally stopped singing and apologised to all of his fans because he had something important to say. that’s when he asked me, in front of his entire world. kats’ is real private so it meant so much to me…”

the blonde leans back in his seat but brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss directly to your wedding rings. “only nine point five? cheeky fucker.”

“it’s only ‘cause your genius-self decided to chuck my ring into the crowd?” you scoff. 

“oi! i have good aim, you’re just shit at catchin’ things!” katsuki scoffs back, nudging you with his foot under the table. 

“back to the game love birds.” 

the two of you put your playful little spat on the back burner and you grasp the next card. “how many years into our our marriage do you think we’ll stop having sex—?” 

“never,” katsuki cuts you off, looking directly into the lense as he jabs a thumb in your direction. “i can’t ever get her off my cock. she’s fuckin’ insane.” 

heat flares up underneath the surface of your skin in embarrassment. “fuck you.” 

“right after this shoot, sweetheart.” he winks right back at you before nodding down at the cards. “last two, yeah? did your life turn out as expected?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you give the question some thought. life has an unpredictable nature, no matter who you are or where you come from. if someone had told you a year into your college degree, that you’d be in front of sorts of cameras as a profession for the rest of your life — you wouldn’t have believed them. if someone had told you that you’d find the love of your life shortly after, you would have called them a liar too. your past has been heavy, a dark cloud you never thought you’d be able to escape — hauntingly daunting.

and even though you know that it’s a burden to place the weight of your happiness on someone else’s shoulders — but you know that katsuki has always been your golden, blinding light at the end of the tunnel. he’s something you never expected, but someone you entirely deserve after everything life has thrown at you. 

“no, it hasn’t,” you whisper softly, ever so slightly distinct. your lover leans in, watching you curiously from over stacked question cards and bottles of barely touched alcohol. “i never expected to be so famous so young, that a silly little dream of mine could come true. that i never expected, i still can’t believe it…but, it’s like… meeting you. falling in love with you, on top of all that? it’s like i was destined to be with you, kats. you’re my soulmate. i knew that from the start.” 

just like you earlier, emotion wells up inside katsuki. it breaches the cavity of his chest, slows down the rate of his heart and lungs and brings a slight shine to his beautiful blood red eyes. he sniffs but doesn’t dare look away from you — reading deep into your soul despite knowing the pages of it off by heart. “i feel the same,” he mumbles, reaching over to cup your face even with all of the cameras around. “i never expected to go on tour, sell albums and make music…but i feel like my heart always knew you were waitin’ for me.” quietness fills the space between the two of you, neither of you needing to say much. you cup the wrist of his hand that touched your face, leaning into his palm and pressing a kiss to it. “we’re so fuckin’ corny.” 

“you love it.”  you reply instantly. “i love you.” 

“see?” katsuki asks the production crew as he draws the last card for both of you — holding it out for you to read. “cornball.” 

“it’s cute! she’s cute and corny!”

“what about the rest of our marriage do you look forward to most?” since the video shoot is coming to an end, and you hardly want to cry any more, you both decide to make your answers short and sweet. “i look forward to spending forever by your side, taking over the world one continent at a time.” you gush, meaning every single word, smiling adoringly. 

“ditto, can’t wait to grow old with you, brat.” bakugou mirrors your expression and finally, finally ends the shoot by pressing the ghost of a kiss to your awaiting lips. you feel warm knowing how comfortable he’s grown over the course of filming, even more so at all of the truths he’s given you tonight. 

“that’s a wrap! thank you so much guys!”

katsuki salutes the camera, finishing up for you. “we’ve been the bakugous playin’ truth or drink. buy my album, see me on tour, buy a magazine with my wife’s beautiful face on it. like and subscribe.” all the while, you reflect on everything that you’ve learned about your husband whilst filming — that he loves you a lot more than he lets on, that you have his heart for all of eternity, that nothing in this world and cause his love for you to waver, 

and as your matching wedding bands continue to gleam beneath the dimming studio lights, you only hope that he knows that you feel the exact same way about loving him too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

he’s just sitting there looking fine and pretty

happy birthday our one and only moon, jinnie ♡

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“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!?”

Halloween was such a freeing holiday.

getting to dress-up as anyone or thing that tickled your fancy, as long as it was funny and recognizable.

it's refreshing to see others also partake in the festivities with the exchanging treats and the abundance of tricks played on unsuspecting victims.

not to mention the absolute kick you’re getting as Katsuki seethes at what you'd chosen to wear.

“My costume!” You grin widely with pride, puffing your chest out and putting your hands on your hips.

sure, he’s seen plenty of dynamights roaming the streets as he went about patrol, yelling kiddy swears and mimicking his move sets to the best of their abilities.

it's a whole different ball game when his partner decides to dress up as him; the fact that it was identical to the one he wore back during his UA days makes it worse.

“Midoriya helped with the finer details,” you casually named drop your accomplice, gave an uncharacteristic twirl, and let Katsuki bask and relive his glory days, “what do you think?”

“It fucking sucks.” Is all he manages to get past his tightly gritted teeth.

as he makes an expanding list of ways he plans on getting his revenge, you change your pose to one you'd seen him do a dozen times.

“I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure I absolutely nailed the ‘Lord Explosion Murder’ era perfectly.” the chunky styrofoam gauntlets were a bit of a hassle to haul around and you weren't even going to mention how heavy the mask/headpiece was.

“Don’t fuckin’ stand like that!” He’s pointing now, bright-red eyes narrowing at the protruding curve in your spine as you dramatically slouched into yourself.

"please, you stood exactly like this. I have the pictures!"

Katsuki's growling now, chest heaving with each angry breath he took, "you and that shitty nerd are so gonna get it."

“What’s crawled up yer ass, ya damn extra?” you try to closely match the gravelly, rough draw of his voice, which stokes the fire from deep within him even more.

the embarrassment hits him at full-force when your lips curl into an intimidating snarl, thinned-out brows making nearly perfect ‘v’ shapes as you do your best ‘dynamight’ glare, “cut it the fuck out!”

that's when he sees it.

a mischievous glint you get in your eyes when you'd come up with something you knew he'd absolutely hate.

tension only seems to thicken as you open your mouth and attempt to speak.

you’d barely rasped your first ‘oi!’ before he’s finally had enough and charges at full-speed.

costumed kids and adults alike looked on in confused horror as two Dynamights went barreling past them, one letting out boisterous fits of laughter and the other looking like he was seconds away from tearing his doppelgänger’s head right off.

I'll never get over this look, these pictures and this mixtape

It's just perfect💜

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The Luna

◐ PART VII of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐ Part VI ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: this one is a little darker… implied violence, mentions of blood, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming, sexual innuendo, discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries, discussions or ruts, (non-explicit) kidnapping and drugging, its not as bad as it sounds, but it is definitely a bit darker…

Word Count: 4200

Author’s Note: You have no idea what your support has meant to me. After getting the dreaded Covid it was awhile before I had the energy to work on this. Truly your asks and your messages and comments…they made me so happy. You made me believe that people wouldn’t forget about this story. I am so grateful you were able to wait. As always, my angels @ppersonna @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @underthejoon were the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life! I don’t know what I would do without your daily encouragement and your daily support. You guys are the heartbeat of this story. 

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Fifteen Years Ago…

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“It can’t be-”

“Run for the elders! Quickly! 

“Red smoke rises from the Luna’s hearth!”

The red smoke was invented by the first wolf known to mate a witch. Legend has it that their bond lent him some of her magic and with it he created a mystical powder that unleashed bloody plumes like knife slashes in the clouds. 

It was a distress call. 

A wolf in danger or in need could throw the powder (usually into their fireplace) and the red smoke would rise - drawing others to their aid. 

No fire was needed and the strange shimmering clouds it produced could even be seen on a moonless night. 

“What happened? Where is the Luna?”

The chief elder was still out of breath, having charged over from his chambers to find Isa in hysterics. 

“She’s gone! Something scared her! It triggered a half-shift!”

His eyes widened in fear and alarm. 

“She’s too young to half-shift. The energy it would take-”

Isa broke into sobs again. 

The girl was only five years old. She and her wolf were too volatile to merge safely. The wolf would be frightened - it would run. 

Eventually the child might regain control, but she would have no way of knowing where she was or how she got there… 

And she would be weak. The effects of the shift were too much for a pup that age. 

The chief elder felt true terror grip his heart. 

“Call for the alphas - immediately!”

Although they were technically one of the oldest bloodlines in the village, Park Clan had only five families to its name - all betas. 

Except for one. 

Park Jimin was the first alpha ever born to the Parks and as such he became the head of his family on the day of his birth - officially the youngest clan leader in history. 

When the call for alphas spread through the village, nine year-old Jimin was roused from his bed to serve on behalf of his people. 

Clan alphas were required to report, regardless of their age. 

“I don’t have to tell any of you what is at stake. Our pack has been entrusted with the Luna’s bloodline. Her safety is our sacred commission.”

The woods were no place for a child. If fluctuating temperatures and possible starvation weren’t bad enough, there were wild bears, packless ferals, rogue witches, snakes, and worst of all-

Unblessed wolves—animals without a human heart. They were by far the most pressing danger to the little girl. 

“Surely young Park can remain at home for this,” Jeon Jinseok pressed. The boy was barely older than his grandson, Jungkook, and he was reluctant to endanger another pup needlessly. 

Some quiet murmurs of assent could be heard around the elder’s chambers, however the chief elder himself shook his head sadly. 

“I understand your concern… but the law is the law. Every clan alpha is sworn to such a task. He took an oath after his first transformation-”

“He was seven-”

“An oath is still an oath.”

All eyes turned to the gentle voice in the corner. The Park alpha looked impossibly small and soft. 

But his gaze burned with determination. 

“It is my right and duty to seek the Luna alongside all of you.” His round little jaw clenched stubbornly. “I’m not afraid.”

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