it's hard to find someone in real who loves me insatiably so I'm making my hypothetical infatuation come true with these 2D beings β¨
(thank you for showing all the love, and connecting with me on this journey! I've grown up unfortunately and have to work so kinda going on a hiatus *cries profusely*)
(will come back someday and check up on y'all, till then stay healthy and safe and happy and miss me and enjoy my page if you landed up on itπβ¨)
Update: I'm back (29 June 2025) go read: Sin & Silk
Kirishima Eijirou x AFAB Reader Word count: 2,852 words
Warnings/tags: Adult characters, AFAB reader (no pronouns used), swearing, established relationship, pet names (babe), vanilla smut
A/N: This is based on a series of asks on @willowserβs blog talking about who would (or more like who wouldnβt) make it through No Nut November. Also, this is the first smut fic Iβve ever posted so donβt expect great things.
18+ FIC, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Smut specific tags and fic under the cut
Smut specific tags: PWP (porn with some miniscule semblance of a plot), biting/marking, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex
βYou guys want to do the βNo Nut Novemberβ challenge this year?β
The room fell silent. Eijirou was already excited at the word βchallengeβ. He turned his gaze to Hanta, as did everybody else. Hanta, however, kept his eyes on his phone, scrolling through an article.Β
Shouto was the first who spoke. βWe canβt eat nuts throughout all of November?β
Next to him, Izukuβs face was so red it almost seemed like he was steaming. βThatβs not what it means, Shouto-kun,β he whispered.
His words went unheard as Hanta drowned him out, frowning at Shoutoβs question. βDude, no, itβs talking about not busting a nut.β
βSo no cracking our own nuts? Are pre-cracked nuts allowed then?β
A collective sigh swept through the room.Β
βYou seriously never heard the term βbusting a nutβ before?β Katsuki drawled. When Shouto shook his head, Katsuki scoffed, mumbling something about Shouto being a sheltered princess.
Denki, however, beamed at Shouto, ready with an explanation. βItβs a euphemism for ejaculation. Yβknow, cumming.β
βAh,β Shouto replied, falling silent once again.
Denki turned back to Hanta. βSo no nutting for all of November. Does that mean no masturbation? No sex?β
Hanta shrugged. βI guess you can do both without nutting if you plan on edging yourself all month. But once you nut, youβre out of the challenge.β
βWhat about wet dreams? Do they count?β
Hanta stayed silent for a moment, looking through the article on his phone. Then he turned his attention back to Denki. βThe rules say you get one, then youβre out.β
βAw, only one?β Denki whined. βIf I canβt nut through all November, I donβt think one will be enough.β
Hanta grinned widely at the blonde. βIf you donβt make it through, then you canβt participate in βDestroy your Dick Decemberβ!β
Denki lit up. βWhatβs that??β
Eijirou stopped paying attention to the conversation, instead focusing on the challenge ahead. No orgasms for 30 days didnβt sound too hard. Surely he had the resolve to get through it.Β
βIβm in!β he said, interrupting Hanta and Denkiβs discussion about βDestroy your Dick Decemberβ.Β
And once Eijirou was in, hyping everybody else up, the rest of the group decided to partake too.
βYou seriously agreed to that?β
Eijirouβs smile started to waver. βCβmon, itβs just one month.β
You rolled your eyes. βJust one month? Ei, you barely make it three days unless you're sick or exhausted from work.β
βI know, babe, but I can do this!β Grabbing you by the waist, he pulled you closer, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. βAt leastβ¦ as long as you donβt try to seduce me before December.β
You sighed, raising your hands to run your fingers through his hair. βYou guys are so stupid. Fine. I wonβt make it harder for you, but Iβm not participating!β
Eijirou giggled. βI think itβs gonna be plenty hard without your help, babe. But itβll make it all the more gratifying once I get to fuck you again.β
The first couple of days went by with little effort. Nothing really changed in Eijirouβs life, he spent his free evenings cuddling with you on the couch, he slept with you in his arms, he got ready in the mornings next to you. He could still kiss you without any issue. He was so sure that he had this challenge in the bag.
But as the month progressed, things got more and more difficult. He often found his mind straying from his goal when you were close by, his sanity slowly slipping. The outline of your breasts visible through your clothes, the curve of your ass when you bent forward to pick something off the floor, your shirt riding up and showing your stomach when you stretched. He couldnβt tear his eyes away from you. Showering with you became torture. He could barely stand being in the bathroom at the same time, the outline of your naked body taunting him. One particularly cold day had your nipples perking, clearly showing through your shirt. Eijirouβs gaze was only torn away when you rubbed your arms, blocking out his view. He needed a cold shower after that. But he was still too stubborn to give up.
Kissing you slowly became painful. Once he passed the middle of the month, he could barely peck you on the lips without feeling his resolve beginning to crack. He began pretending to fall asleep on the couch in the evenings just to have a valid reason to stay away from your shared bed; just to keep his hands away from your soft, sleep-warm skin. He was sure that if he went to sleep next to you, his iron will would crumble come morning when youβd inevitably roll over and throw your arms around him, pressing your body flush against his under the covers. The soft sighs you let out while waking up always turned him on. He yearned to hear them again. But he couldnβt give up. Not yet.Β
He was so close; only 12 more days to go.
One night towards the end of November, he came home unexpectedly early. The soft whimpers that reached his ears made him pause. He knew those sounds. They had him throbbing with need already. And he wasnβt sure that heβd be strong enough to resist.
His feet began moving on their own, leading him towards the bedroom. And there you lay among the sheets, underwear discarded to one side, your pussy on full display as you played with your clit with a toy. The custom-made one, he realized with a jolt, a replica of his own cock. And judging from the sheen on it, youβd already been fucking yourself for a while.Β
He stood rooted to the spot, unable to look away, hands clenched around either side of the door frame to keep them from moving as his cock throbbed, straining against his pants, begging to be touched. His nostrils flared, your tantalizing scent thick in the air. He swallowed dryly when your moans became louder and more insistent as you neared your climax.
βFuck-- Ei!β you whimpered as you came, pussy clenching around nothing.
Crack
Eijirou was torn out of his need by the sudden noise. Turning his head, he saw five finger-shaped marks around the door frame where heβd been clenching it hard enough to break the wood.
βEi!β he heard you say, surprise heavy in your voice. βWhat are you doing home so early?!β
He turned back to you, jaw clenching with dismay when he saw you drawing your legs up towards your chest, hiding your sex with your crossed ankles. You were grabbling for the sheets with both hands, trying to cover yourself underneath them.
He didnβt want you to feel like you had to hide your nakedness from him. Not now, not ever. But he knew well that his own idiotic stubbornness had been the cause of this.
βIβm sorry,β he forced out between gritted teeth, turning to move back to the living room.
βEi, wait!βΒ
He heard you moving after him, stumbling as you pulled the sheets around you. Keeping his back to you, he turned every time you tried to move around him.
βWhy are you mad at me, Ei? I didnβt do anything wrong!β
βMad? Iβm not--β He let out an exasperated groan, a noise he felt like heβd been holding in for weeks. Sinking onto the couch, he scrubbed at his face. βIβm not mad at you, babe. Iβm so fuckinβ frustrated with myself. I should never have agreed to this stupid-ass challenge! Iβm so fucking miserable that I canβt touch you without feeling like Iβm about to lose it. And then I come home to the best fuckinβ display Iβve ever seen and I CANβT JOIN BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID CHALLENGE!!βΒ
Finally, he looked up at you, angry tears brimming at his waterline. βI miss you, babe. βS not even the sex as much as the intimacy. I miss kissing you, a-and touching you. I miss sleeping next to you. I miss feeling normal around you.β
You grinned at him. βSo you donβt miss the sex? Youβre fine with us not banging ever again?β
βFucking NO Iβm not!β Eijirou reached out, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap, molding himself around you as much as possible. βPlease donβt joke about that,β he whispered against your neck. βIβve had a stomach ache since, like, November 5th or something from constant blue balls. I want you so bad it feels like Iβm about to combust, but I canβt.βΒ
Pressing a continuous string of kisses to your temple, he apologized, over and over again, for joining No Nut November, and for hurting both you and himself in the process.Β
βNever again,β he promised. βIβm never doing such a stupid thing again! I love you so much, babe. Iβll make it up to you come December.β
On the last day of November, Eijirou spent most of the day watching the desk clock in his home office like a hawk. His brain was buzzing with counting down the seconds until midnight. With only half an hour left, he wandered aimlessly into your bedroom, desperate to find something to occupy his mind with. He thought heβd have more time before you finished your bath. But heβd miscalculated. And so he came upon you, fully nude as you searched through your dresser for something to wear for bed.
He broke.
Moving up behind you without fully realizing what he was doing, he let his hands caress your waist, your skin just as soft and warm and supple underneath his fingers as heβd imagined. His lips met your shoulder, and he slowly worked his way up, pausing for a moment to pay extra attention to the junction between your shoulder and neck to nip at your skin, letting his tongue slip over the marks his teeth left behind. One hand moved over your stomach, arm wrapping around you to pull you closer, his other hand moving up to cup your breast, thumb caressing your nipple. The groan you let out had him already teetering on the edge.
βCanβt wait any longer,β he whispered.
You turned in his grip, but as he leaned in to kiss you, you raised one hand, pressing your palm against his mouth to hold him back.
βEi, wait! Youβre so close, you canβt fail now!β
He grinned against your palm. βI donβt plan on failing. But just because I canβt cum until after midnight, doesnβt mean that I canβt make you cum either.β
Lifting one of his own hands, he placed it over yours, pressing it closer to kiss your palm. Then he gently pulled your hand away to kiss your wrist.
βPlease, babe,β he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your skin, βI canβt wait to taste you again.β
You watched him silently for a moment, eyes half lidded and mouth open in a pant. Eijirou stuck his tongue out, letting the tip run over the sensitive skin on your wrist. A warm tingle crept up his spine when he felt you shiver.
βFuck--β you sighed. βFine, yes!!β
Releasing your wrist, Eijirou brought both hands up to cup your cheeks, kissing you desperately. Pressing his tongue into your mouth, he wound it around yours. Pulling away, he kissed an urgent trail over your jaw and down your neck, only to return to your lips again.Β
His hands moved downwards, caressing your waist for a brief moment before they continued down. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed you by the thighs, lifting you enough to allow you to wrap your legs around his hips. He carried you to the bed, crawling over it on his knees until he reached the middle, then gently lowered you, his lips never once leaving your skin.
Frantically pulling his clothes off in as few movements as possible, he returned to you, kissing a trail down between your breasts, pausing for a moment to just inhale the scent of your skin. He couldnβt believe how much heβd missed the feeling of your skin against his own. His teeth caught the skin on the curve of one breast. Pressing his lips to the mark, he then sucked a bruise into your skin.
Moving up, he swirled his tongue around your nipple, relishing in the sight and sound of you writhing beneath him. He wanted to drown in the sounds of your moans, but⦠not yet.
Flicking the bud with his tongue, he then closed his mouth around it, sucking softly.Β
He let his lips slide down your stomach until he hovered over your pussy, the heady scent making him dizzy with need.
βFuck I missed this!β he groaned, finally lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your clit, slipping two fingers into you. Slowly, he built you up, feeling your fingers tug at his hair, your thighs shaking as you neared your climax. Pushing you over the edge, he relished in how tightly you clenched around his fingers when you came.
βShit, Ei, that--β
βOne more,β he interrupted, nipping at your inner thigh. βGimme one more, babe!β
Eijirou had no idea how long he spent nestled between your thighs, switching between slowly lapping and sucking on your clit, occasionally dipping down to press his tongue into your pussy. He only resurfaced when you started pulling insistently on his hair.Β
βStop, Ei, please! No more!β you whimpered.Β
He licked his lips, savoring the last of your taste before he sat up, shooting a quick glance to the clock on his nightstand. 01:23 December 1st.Β
Merry fucking Christmas to me he thought as he lifted your legs onto his shoulders. Pressing a kiss to your ankle, he lined himself up, gently pressing the head of his cock against your opening.
βReady, babe?β
When you nodded, he began pushing in, forcing himself to go slow. Heβd almost forgotten how good you felt, how warm and soft you were, how tightly you gripped him.Β
βDunno how long I can -nnhg!- can hold on, babe,β he groaned, βit feels too good, youβre so good to me!β
He kept babbling praise as he thrust shallowly, already close to his climax. Pausing for a moment to shift his position to be closer to you, he began losing control, thrusting harder, deeper, lost in the sensation of your warm embrace.
βFuck, babe, I-- I canβt-- Fuck!!β
Hips stuttering, he spilled inside of you, trying his best to not collapse at the relief. His head sank down on the pillow next to yours, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
βI love you, babe. I love you so much.β
Winding your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer. βI love you too, Eijirou.β
He relaxed, pressing slow, gentle kisses to any patch of skin he could reach, enjoying the feel of your fingers gliding through his hair, scratching at his scalp.
Post-nut clarity finally lifting the fog in his mind, he realized that heβd undressed so quickly that he still had one sock half on his foot. The realization made him smile into your neck.
You wiggled in his hold, pressing a kiss to his cheek. βI didnβt think youβd be able to manage taking it this slow.β
He chucked weakly. βI wanted to savor it.β
Lifting himself off you, he pressed yet another kiss to your lips, muffling your groan as he slid out of you. Then he reached out to grab some tissues from the box on your nightstand and sat up, ready to wipe you down.
But seeing one monthβs worth of cum leaking out between your swollen lips had him hard and throbbing again.
He grinned at you. βOn your stomach, babe. Ass in the air.β
βAlready?β you groaned before complying.Β
Eijirou leaned in to kiss your ass cheek before sinking his teeth into it. ββM not even close to done. I plan on going all night to make up for lost time.β
βNone of you made it??β
Eijirou felt warm, hands balling into fists, his cheeks flushing with exasperation. The lack of sleep from the night before was finally starting to bother him.Β
βNo one, not a single one of you made it through the month??β
His words were met with shrugs, with eyerolls and crossed arms, with averted gazes. The mood was so tense he felt like he could slice through it with his quirk.
βIt was too much,β Izuku finally whispered.
βIt was stupid, βs what it was,β Katsuki added. βNever wanted to do the fuckinβ thing anyway.β
Denki grinned. βBut thatβs how you failed, Kacchan, you did the fucking-thing anyway.β
βGuys,β Eijirou said, ignoring the smoke rising from Katsukiβs fists, βwe were meant to do this together. It was meant to be a challenge!β When no one replied, he added, βCouldnβt you at least have told me that you were out? Then I coulda bailed too instead of suffering from blue balls for thirty fucking days!β
As a chorus of mumbled apologies rose into the air, Eijirou thought to himself that he was NEVER doing something like No Nut November again.
You had long since accepted that Beanie was just another inexplicable part of your life now. Like taxes, or the crushing weight of existential dread.
Today, business was painfully slow. Which you'd normally appreciate, but Greg had decided that today was the perfect day to loudly practice his "inspirational speeches" in the back. Which were neither inspirational nor speeches. Just loud ramblings about "the grindset" and "embracing your inner lion." Your ears were actively suffering.
Just when you thought your day couldn't possibly become more unbearable, the bell above the door jingled, signaling the arrival of customers. You didn't even bother turning immediately, savoring one last moment of peace before inevitably having your soul crushed again.
Nanami approached the counter first, giving you a curt nod that carried the mutual understanding of two people who had seen some shit. "Good afternoon, barista."
You returned the nod. "Hey."
He glanced over his shoulder to the younger man, who was now staring at Beanie with the horrified fascination of someone witnessing a slow motion car crash. Nanami cleared his throat. "This is Ino. He's a... colleague."
Ino snapped his head back to the counter, offering you a sheepish smile and a small wave. "Hey! Nice to meet you!"
You gave him a polite nod, mentally sizing him up. He seemed friendly, cheerful even, but you'd long since learned to distrust anyone who looked genuinely happy. It was suspicious.
"What'll it be?" you asked, adopting your standard Customer Service Voiceβ’.
Nanami glanced briefly at the menu before sighing deeply. "Something strong enough to erase the memory of Gojo's existence."
You nodded solemnly. "Black coffee. Got it."
Ino, meanwhile, was still cautiously eyeing Beanie, looking deeply uncomfortable. "Um, Nanami, is... is that thing supposed to be security?"
Nanami did not even bother to look. "Unfortunately, yes."
"Right," Ino said slowly, visibly swallowing. "Okay, then. I'll, uh, just have an iced coffee. Thanks."
As you began preparing their drinks, you could hear snippets of their conversation. Ino sounded hesitant, a little unsure of himself, while Nanami's responses were completely blunt. It was almost entertaining.
"Nanami, why exactly did you want to come here again?" Ino asked quietly, clearly trying to keep you from overhearing.
"I didn't," Nanami replied flatly, completely disregarding any attempt at discretion. "But there's something important I need to address here."
"Something important?" Ino repeated, clearly intrigued. "What, like a cursed spiβ"
Nanami immediately shushed him, glancing quickly in your direction. You pretended not to hear. Because frankly, you'd already decided you were not getting involved in whatever weird conversation they were having. Ignorance was bliss.
Once their drinks were ready, Nanami accepted his with a grateful nod, taking a sip as though your coffee was the only thing standing between him and eternal despair. Ino, meanwhile, gave you a bright smile and took a long, thoughtful sip of his iced coffee, nodding appreciatively. "Hey, this is actually really good!"
You blinked at him. "Wow. Thanks."
Nanami gave him a flat look. "Ino."
"What?" Ino asked defensively. "It's good!"
Nanami sighed. "Can we focus on the issue at hand?"
You raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious despite yourself. "Issue at hand?"
Nanami exhaled heavily, setting his cup down with the solemnity of someone preparing to deliver devastating news. "It's about your... mascot."
Ah. Of course it was.
You glanced toward Beanie, who was currently standing perfectly still, facing the corner, giving off the impression of deep, existential contemplation. "Is this about the letters that I've been getting everyday?"
Ino's eyes widened. "Letters?"
Nanami frowned, puzzled. "What letters?"
"... Nevermind."
Nanami shook his head, clearly deciding he did not want that explained. "No, it's not about letters. But there have been... reports."
You squinted at him suspiciously. "Reports? From who?"
You blinked slowly, feeling your soul slipping further from your body with every second. "Okay. What's Beanie done now?"
Before Nanami could reply, Ino chimed in excitedly. "The mascot is possessed!"
Nanami closed his eyes in quiet resignation. "Ino."
"What?" Ino protested. "That's what they said! That it moves weirdly and always stares at people!"
You sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Beanie isn't possessed."
"Are you sure?" Ino asked earnestly. "Because it's giving me cursed vibes."
Nanami gave him a sharp look. "Stop."
Ino wilted immediately. "Sorry, Nanami."
You gave Nanami a flat look. "Look, I can't explain Beanie's entire situation. But he's harmless. Creepy, sure, but harmless."
Ino glanced nervously at Beanie again, who had moved silently to stare directly at him from across the room. "Yeah, um, harmless isn't the word I'd use."
You shrugged indifferently. "If you want to confront him, be my guest."
Ino looked horrified by the mere suggestion. "Confront it? Alone?"
Nanami, seeing an opportunity, sipped his coffee calmly. "Think of it as a chance to prove yourself, Ino."
Ino paused. Then slowly, carefully, looked at Nanami, expression one of dawning suspicion. "Wait. Is this another test?"
Nanami took a sip of his coffee, not even bothering to hide his smug satisfaction. "Perhaps."
Ino stared at him, betrayal written plainly on his face. "You tricked me."
Nanami raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused. "If you want to be a Grade 1, you'll need to learn how to handle unusual situations."
The hell was a 'Grade 1'?
Ino, shoulders slumped in defeat, sighed deeply. "I knew I shouldn't have come."
You watched this exchange with detached fascination, feeling like you'd somehow stumbled into someone else's weird drama. "You two done?"
Nanami glanced back at you, giving you a rare look of genuine sympathy. "Not quite. Unfortunately, this situation requires further investigation."
"Great," you said flatly, already regretting every life decision that had led you to this moment. "Love that."
Nanami's expression had taken a turn somewhere between grim resignation and reluctant duty, which you were now beginning to suspect was just his default face. He stared at Beanie with the same look most people reserved for car accidents or taxes.
You, meanwhile, stood behind the counter sipping an oversweetened drink you made out of boredom and emotional instability, watching them from the corner of your eye. Nanami muttered something under his breath, and Ino immediately straightened like a soldier preparing for deployment.
"I don't like that look," you said flatly.
Nanami adjusted his tie. "We'll have to handle this discreetly."
"Handle what?"
Ino looked at you like you were about to witness something noble and tragic. "You might wanna step back. This could get real intense."
You didn't move. Instead, you blinked very slowly. "Okay. Have fun LARPing, I guess."
Ino looked mildly offended. "It's not LARP, it'sβ"
Nanami held up a hand. "Don't."
And then they did it.
They approached Beanie like he was a final boss, slow and synchronized, while you just stood there, utterly unfazed like this was the eighth weirdest thing you'd seen this week. Which it was.
Ino suddenly pulled his beanie-mask-thing down over his face like a Power Ranger preparing to morph, then yelled, "Auspicious Beast: Kaichi!"
To be clear, you saw nothing. No spirit. No animal. No demon. Just a fully grown man crouching and pointing at Beanie like a wizard with bad aim.
Beanie didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just stared forward with those wide, stitched on cartoon eyes, unmoving. The pure silence made it worse somehow, like he was the eye of some dumb hurricane.
Nanami murmured something incomprehensible. You could tell they were pretending something was happening. Ino made a hand gesture so complex it looked like he was either casting a spell or solving a Rubik's cube. Then he crouched lower and whispered dramatically, "Nanami, he's stronger than I thought!"
From your perspective, Ino was crouching in front of a mascot, growling at it like this was a middle school improv class. Nanami stood with one arm raised, directing silent judgment at Beanie as if he was seconds away from smiting him with divine authority.
You stared blankly at them. "Are you guys okay? Do you need... electrolytes or something?"
No one responded. Beanie still hadn't moved.
Then Ino lunged forward with some sort of shout, made a slashing motion through the air that hit absolutely nothing, and staggered back with a gasp.
"He's... resisting!"
You made direct eye contact with Beanie's soulless eyes.
"I'm going to be real with you guys," you said, as Nanami stepped forward like a seasoned samurai about to deliver the final blow. "This is giving 'community theater with a budget' and I don't have the energy for it."
Nanami sliced the air in a clean motion, sharp and purposeful. You heard... nothing. Saw nothing. But Nanami's brows creased, jaw tightening. His stance faltered.
You think that was supposed to be dramatic.
"... He blocked it," Nanami muttered, in genuine disbelief.
"Yeah," you said slowly. "With what? His aura?"
Nanami said nothing. Ino stumbled back beside him, face flushed under the mask.
"We can't beat him here," Nanami said grimly. "Not without... consequences."
"Iβ" You held up a hand. "Are you telling me the dude in the coffee bean suit is too powerful?"
Nanami didn't answer.
Ino looked down, breathing heavily like he just lost a very emotional battle in a sports anime. "I think... he's wearing the costume to suppress his true form. That's why everyone can see him."
You blinked. "You think Beanie is sealed in his own costume?"
"It makes sense," Ino said. "Why else would he stay inside it?"
You paused. "Maybe because Greg doesn't pay him enough to come out?"
Silence.
Nanami turned back to you, brushing imaginary lint from his blazer with the solemnity of a man trying to maintain dignity after losing to a mascot.
"We'll return," he said. "He hasn't caused harm, but he's surrounded by civilians. If something were to happenβ"
Nanami paused, his expression softened ever so slightly. Barely perceptible, but you caught it.
"I do worry about you," he said finally, and his tone lacked the usual deadpan gravity. "This place... is not suitable for someone like you."
Your brows rose. "Wow. Thanks. That was... weirdly kind. Are you okay?"
"I mean it," Nanami said. "You shouldn't be here."
"I agree," you said immediately. "Pay me to leave."
Nanami cracked the smallest smile. It barely counted. But it happened.
Ino peeked over his mask, eyes wide with realization. "Wait... are you twoβ"
Nanami turned slowly. "Ino."
Ino straightened. "Nope. Nothing. Got it."
The three of you stared back at Beanie, who had not moved once. Still standing. Still watching. Still... Beanie.
You decided to change the subject, mostly for your own sanity.
"Anyway. You guys want punch cards?"
Nanami sighed, taking his coffee and muttering something about wasted time and cursed mascots.
Ino, still looking deeply shaken, glanced one last time at Beanie, who somehow managed to stare back harder.
"I'll take one," Ino whispered. "If I survive this week... I want a head pat."
You handed it to him. "You win ten drinks, Gojo will annoy you personally."
"Oh God. Nevermind."
As they left, Nanami turned back one last time, eyes scanning your face. There was something heavy in his gaze. Concern, maybe, or guilt. You weren't sure. But before you could ask what was on his mind, he said simply, "Please... be careful."
Then he was gone.
You looked at Beanie. Beanie looked at you.
You slowly turned your punch card display around to face the wall.
"I need a vacaβ"
You didn't even get the full sentence out.
Door chime.
Your soul left your body.
Because there, in the doorway, framed by morning sunlight and a total lack of shame, was Toji Fushiguro. Tall. Muscular. Broad shouldered and glistening from heat and sweat and sins long paid for and unpaid.
No shirt.
Just. No shirt.
Black martial arts pants low on his hips, a black top lazily slung over one shoulder like a fashion statement he gave up halfway through, and a look on his face that said, very clearly, "Yes, I'm hot. No, I don't care."
The scar on his lip stretched slightly as he grinned.
Toji glanced around, clearly noticing the stunned looks. Then back to you. He smirked slightly.
"Not like I'm naked. Didn't see a dress code posted."
"Oh my god," you muttered, rubbing your face. "Why are attractive people always like this?"
"'Attractive people,' huh?" he echoed, clearly amused. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"It wasn't one."
"It was."
You threw a rag at his face. He caught it effortlessly, laughing low in his throat, like your frustration was the most entertaining thing he'd experienced all day. Probably was.
"You want something, or did you come here to flirt shirtlessly with the mascot?"
Toji looked over at Beanie. Beanie looked back. You could feel the tension vibrating through the air, like two people having a telepathic showdown over dominance.
"... What's with that thing?" Toji asked eventually, eyes narrowing.
You snorted. "What, are you a LARPer too? Is there a convention happening I don't know about?"
Toji raised a brow, scar twitching slightly at the edge of his mouth. "Huh."
"What? Are you gonna bust out a katana next and challenge Beanie to an honor duel?"
"Nah," he muttered, sauntering up to the counter like a lion in a room full of sleeping gazelles. "I don't work for free."
You eyed him. "You're not getting paid to come in shirtless either."
"Could be," he replied casually. "You hiring?"
"Not unless you wear a shirt."
"No deal."
You sighed. "Fine. You want coffee or what?"
Toji leaned against the counter, forearms flexing. You suspected it was intentional.
"What the hell were those guys earlier trying to do?" he asked.
"Nanami and his live action anime apprentice? I think they were trying to... exorcise Beanie?"
Toji barked a short laugh. "How'd that go?"
"Not great. They left. Beanie's still here. Honestly, I think Beanie won."
Toji looked again at the looming mascot figure, eyes sharpening. There was something in his gaze now. Respect? Suspicion? A flicker of anticipation?
"Think I'll stick around," he muttered. "Wanna see how this plays out."
You stared at him.
"You're shirtless."
"Still hot."
"You can't just say that."
"Did."
You rubbed your temples. "Whatever. Don't bleed on anything. Or steal anything. And for the love of all that is sacred, put a damn shirt on."
Toji just smiled, smug and completely unrepentant. "You're cute when you're mad."
Beanie shifted slightly.
Toji's smile faded, just a bit.
He was staying.
You decided not to think.
Instead, you wrote a note to yourself: "Reevaluate life choices. Again."
ᨳβ‘ββ³ a/n: this chapter is 50% plot 50% me making myself laugh and hoping it lands lmao hope you enjoyed it!!
also special shoutout to one of my favorite tumblr anons and now dear friend (πΎ) who made the first fanart ever for this fic and they're just so CUTE. the way i gasped when i saw them?? serotonin in PNG form. pls look at these and scream with me.
thank you thank you thank you for blessing my silly little fic with your beautiful artistic abilities πππ€
Pervert!Gojo who patiently waits every single day for the moment you climb into bed to masturbate.
Turning off your bedroom light does nothing. He can see everything through the thin curtain, the soft glow of your nightstand lamp is more than enough to cast your naked silhouette across the fabric.
The way your legs are spread wide, how one hand torments your nipples with sharp pinches while the other gets lost in the heat of your pussy.
You think you're alone. But he's right there, in the building in front, cock in hand, spitting on his swollen, flushed tip, stroking up and down the tight tunnel formed by his grip.
β Look at this... spreading yourself open like that... What would you think if you knew your neighbor was jerking off to you..? But you really do look like a filthy little exhibitionist.
Gojo moans lowly. His strokes are loud, messy β saliva drips from his mouth again, falling straight onto his red, vein-covered dick.
β Yeah, thatβs it... push it deeper... just like that, come for me...
And Gojo keeps doing this night after night, only to greet you the next day like a true gentleman, smiling sweetly, like nothing ever happened.
Okay so for the prompt game, Jackson Wang and I'll leave it up to you for the two prompts but definitely make it smutty and filthy lol π
Title: Dopamine
Paring: Idol Jackson Wang x female reader
Summary: Going to a friend's party to get over your ex seems like a good ideaβ¦until that ex makes an appearance.
Genre(s): Smut / ex's to lovers / idol au / jealous ex au / angst / a little fluff
Rating: 18+ (NSFW)
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) / fingering / oral (f.recieving) / jealous Jackson / Dom Jackson / bathroom sex / brief hand job / creampie / multiple female orgasms
Word count: 3k
Banner: @aaagustd thank you! You're the best!
Beta: @kpop---scenarios thank youΒ
Tag list: @shadowkoo @unholywriters
Author's notes: thank you for this request Anya! I hope you like where I went with it.
Singing loudly into the microphone, releasing all your pent up heartbreak and pouring it into the song, the lyrics describing perfectly how you feel inside.Β
Broken, lost, angry, and upset.Β
There's only one face you see behind your closed eyes. One you promised yourself you wouldn't think about tonight.Β
As the song comes to an end, Jungkook finds you, wrapping you in his arms, encasing you and making you feel safe as you remember your surroundings.Β
Youβd only agreed to come to his house warming party as an attempt to stop obsessing over your break-up with Jackson. And yet, it's the second song youβve sung in karaoke and it reminds you so much of him, you were a fool to choose it. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you blink back the tears that sting your eyes.
βYou ok?β Jungkook asks into your ear.
Nodding into his shoulder, you compose yourself and tug on his arm as he releases you. βSing one with me?β
With an eye roll accompanied by a wide grin, he agrees. He flicks through the song list, faster than you can read the titles, but one manages to catch your eye.
βOhh, that one, go back Kookie!βΒ
You point at the screen, bouncing up and down with excitement.
βReally?β he whines, but seeing your enthusiastic nodding, he reluctantly clicks onto your choice and takes the other microphone you hand him.
As the song starts, you're captivated by his steady falsetto, completely forgetting you're supposed to join in until he pokes you gently in your side, snapping you out of your trance.Β
By the end of the song, he's giving you a piggyback in the middle of the room, spinning you around as you forget the words and giggle wildly into the microphone instead.Β
As he returns you to your feet, you lean into Jungkook's side to steady yourself, head spinning. As the cheers and applause dies down, so does your embarrassment, and you feel an odd sense of freedom you hadn't expected. You are actually having fun for the first time in months, and it feels good to be surrounded by people enjoying themselves, in addition to the alcohol in your system. This is a marked improvement to locking yourself indoors and watching sad movies in bed. Nights lying awake and having to drag yourself out to work, regardless of how tired and miserable you feel.
Things had not been great since you ended it with Jackson.
Your relationship had become strained and constantly felt like hard work, with his hectic schedules, always flying from country to country for a tour or an event. Not to mention your job is very demanding and the hours can be long and irregular at times.Β
You couldn't stand not seeing him for months on end at times, alone most nights and miserable while you wait for him. And in attempting to save you both further heartache you'd made an impossible decision for the both of youβ¦one you didn't want to make. Now, you were regretting it terribly, wishing you could take that moment back and erase it from your history.
Jackson's always been the one youβve wanted to spend your life with and that has not changed, not in the slightest. You want to message him, to call him and confess what a terrible mistake youβve made but youβre scared.
What if he's moved on already?
What if he has no interest in a reconciliation?
What if he's doing better without you?Β
The thoughts terrify you and therefore keep you locked in radio silence.Β
βNamjoon!β Jungkook calls over the music and releases you from his side as he struggles through the dancing bodies to greet his friend.Β
You can just about see the top of Joon's head over the crowd and your excitement grows knowing all the guys will be here soon. You watch as Jungkook talks to someone next to his bandmate and you wonder who has accompanied him tonight, secretly hoping for Hoseok as he has always been your favourite and is quite often the life of the party.
Jungkooks wide eyes meet your searching gaze and you wave him over impatiently, eager for your dancing companion to return, but instead he looks at Namjoon again, his face serious and mouth drawn in a hard, straight line as they seem to have a silent exchange between them.
You start heading their way to find out what's wrong but Seokjin appears in your path holding up a glass of a bright red concoction.
βYou look like you could use a drink, he says, handing it to you before you can argue. βbreak ups are horrible, just horrible. I can appreciate what you must be going through.β
Placing a heavy hand on your shoulder, he gives you an encouraging squeeze.Β
βThanks Jin, but I don't really want to talk about it tonight.β You reply, taking a big swig of the drink and relishing the sweetness as it goes down too easily.Β
He puts his hands up in surrender, βSay no more, I just wanted you to know that I am always here for you, whenever you may need a shoulder or an ear.βΒ
His attention is snatched away by something behind you as his brow furrows, βNot on the brand new leather sofa, come on!β he shouts, as you watch him deal with a spillage, his comical scolding making you giggle as you turn your attention back to-
βOh Kookie, here you are.β you say, almost walking directly into his chest. βCome on, I've missed you.βΒ
Grabbing his hand you pull him back to the centre of the crowd and waste no time throwing an arm around his shoulders and swaying to the music, the alcohol in your system allowing you to relax and be more carefree than usual.
βI need to tell you something.β he whispers into your ear and when you pull back, you take note of his solemn expression.
βWhat's wrong?βΒ
He sighs, βNamjoon brought a friend with him.β
βI figured, please say it's Hoseok, I've missed him.β you respond nonchalantly, before downing the rest of your drink.
βIt's Jackson.β
Your heart stops as you look up at him, searching his doe eyes for truth but knowing he would not lie to you, not about this.Β
βI'm sorry, I didn't know he was coming,β he starts worrying, still holding you firmly around your waist, your bodies barely swaying to the music now, βand Namjoon didn't know you would be here.βΒ
Your gaze moves across the room. As if sensing Jackson's eyes on you, you find him instantly,Β glaring back at you. Your stomach drops, that drink Jin gave you suddenly wanting to make a reappearance and for a brief moment you wonder why he seems so upset. Until you take in how close you and Jungkook are, your bodies flush against each other as you move slowly to the music. There has never been anything between the two of you, he is one of your closest friends and a main source of comfort during this break up.
Feeling hot and uncomfortable under Jackson's scrutiny, you excuse yourself and make your way to the toilet.Β
Your feet move fast, desperate to escape this party, suddenly feeling overwhelmed at the arrival of the latest guest, and desperate to get inside that bathroom and shut everything out. A hand clasps around your wrist, stilling you completely and snapping you out of your spiralling thoughts.
βIs this why you broke up with me?β His voice sounds low and controlled in your ear but you can hear the anger lurking beneath the surface, the fury making his voice waver ever-so-slightly. βTo run straight to him?β
You meet his eyes then, rage simmering low inside you, ready to boil and erupt but the last thing you want is to have an argument with your ex at your friend's house warming party. Nothing would mortify you more.
βDon't be ridiculous, Jackson.β
He raises his eyebrows at you, clearly taken back by your words, βWhat's ridiculous about that? You two looked very cosy in there. I bet he's been waiting for an opportunity to make you his.β
Your mouth pops open at the jealousy now seething in his words. You've never seen this side of him before.
βTell me, how long did it take for you to let him fuck you?β he asks, taking a step towards you, feeling the familiar heat of his body against yours had a warmth blossoming in your core.
βI have not fucked him, I have not fucked anyone since you,β you hiss, annoyed at your body's habitual reaction to him, one you wish you could break.
His eyes narrow, unwavering from yours, βoh but I bet you want to though, I bet you're dying to let him inside you, now you're free of me holding you back.βΒ
The idea of thinking about Jungkook in that way had your skin crawling, no matter how good-looking you can appreciate he is; he's a close friend, nothing more. You yank your arm out of his grasp, feeling the anger rise up into your throat like bile, βI don't want Jungkook, I never have.β
He grabs you again as you turn away from him, pulling you back to him, βgood, he wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, you know that right?β
Your sex clenches around nothing at his filthy words, seeing this dominant side of him challenging you. Your heart beat picks up as does your breathing, an excitement blossoming deep inside you at the promise in his words. You can't even deny it, the bedroom is the only place the two of you never had any issues, and your irritation grows at his arrogance.
βMaybe he couldn't, and maybe he could, either way, it's none of your business anymore. I'm not yours.β you shrug nonchalantly, once again pulling your arm from his in spite of your fluttering core, as you watch his eyes blacken further.
βYou are mine.β he whispers darkly, βYou will always be mine.β
Arousal pools in your underwear, your desperation to be his again obvious, as you long to be claimed again.
βThen show me.β you challenge, the alcohol giving you more confidence than usual.
He hesitates, searching your eyes for something.
βOr should I go back downstairs and see if someone else wants to claim me?βΒ
His fists clench at his sides, biceps bulging in his taut black t-shirt before he takes your hand and pulls you along into the bathroom, closing the door quickly behind you.Β
As soon as the outside world is shut out, he's on you, caging you in and pressing you against the door. His lips capture yours with a need so intense it almost brings tears to your eyes and you meet it fervently with arms that wind eagerly around his neck.
His hands roughly explore your breasts before pushing up your top and exposing them to him. He grabs one and bends down, sucking a nipple harshly into his mouth and making you gasp, while you fumble with his belt and trousers. The urgency inside you is unlike anything you've felt before, you can not get enough air in your lungs to ease the tightness of desperation in your chest.
Pushing his trousers down and slipping your hand inside his boxers searching for what you need most at this moment. When you find him, solid and weeping pre-cum, you free him from the confines of his underwear. He moans the moment you grasp him and thrusts into your hand before taking both your wrists and shoving them above your head, pinning you against the wood behind you.
One of his hands slides up your thigh and under your skirt, his fingers push your panties aside and find your soaking entrance.
βLook how wet you are, is that just for me or is that because of him?β he asks against your lips.
βJust for you, always just for you.β you whine.
He smiles against your mouth as he plunges his fingers inside you, expertly massaging that perfect spot. He knows your body and everything it wants and he's eager to get you there.Β
βJacksonβ¦β you gasp, as his teeth graze your ear.
βYes, baby, tell me what you want.β His dominant tone practically had your toes curling already.
βYou.β Your body writhes, wanting more than his fingers, βI need you.β
Sliding his fingers out of you, he brings them to his lips, and you watch with bated breath as he sucks your arousal from them. His tongue swirls around his digits as he moans like he's eating the most delicious meal. You try to squeeze your legs together for some semblance of relief but find his knee blocking you.
βGod, I've missed the taste of you, baby.β he says, releasing your hands and lifting you effortlessly onto the sink cabinet. The cold of the porcelain makes you gasp and before you can adjust, he drops down to a squat in front of you, pulls off your underwear and lifts your skirt over his head.
His fingers spread you open as his mouth envelopes your throbbing clit. As he sucks, your body twitches with electric jolts of pleasure, and when you feel his hot wet tongue lick a stripe up and flick your sensitive bud, you can't help but cry out.
His fingers return inside you, beckoning you to the edge with every movement, as his tongue circles your clit perfectly, the combination absolutely toe-curling. The sound of his moans as he devours you only adds fuel to your arousal and when his breath fans out over you it tips you over the edge. Your orgasm approaches fast, and you unravel wildly around his digits. He grabs your hips to steady you as your body writhes against him, and once the spasms have subsided he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he pulls you forward and slams his mouth against yours, his tongue eagerly sweeping across yours in a hungry dance. You can feel his desperation for you, to show you how much he misses you, in the firm grip he holds you with, the speed his lips caress your skin and the needy moans that vibrate through you.
Grabbing your hips, he slides you roughly to the edge of the counter and lines his weeping cock up against your entryway. Looking up at you, a silent question of permission in his eyes to which you avidly nod.
Smirking, he thrusts hard, making you cry out as you stretch around him.
βThat's it, let everyone know who you belong to.β He grunts, as he grinds up into you, a slow but hard rhythm, perfectly tormenting and taking your breath away.
Your back arches, aiding him in hitting that perfect spot inside you. The long, low groan you let out sounds almost demonic but that doesn't compare to the sinful noise of his long, thick cock sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.
His thumb skates teasingly across your clit, making you clench around him, βYou like that, baby?β he asks.
You nod eagerly.
βYou want me to make you cum again?β he bites your lower lip hard, making you whimper.
βYes.β You gasp, as his thumb rubs light circles on your sensitive bud, that band low in your stomach being pulled so tight it leaves you breathless.
βThen tell me who this pussy belongs to.β He studies your face as he keeps pounding into you with the same incessant rhythm.
βYou,β gasping in response as your toes begin to curl, βit belongs to you, Jackson, fuck!β you hiss, as that taut band feels ready to snap.Β
βThat's right, baby.β he says, as he grabs your jaw and turns it towards him, the action bringing you closer to the edge of the precipice. βDon't even think about closing your eyes, I don't want you to be thinking about anything but me.βΒ
With your eyes locked on his, a whimper escapes as you come down, hard, and wave after wave of pleasure makes you spasm around him. He grinds sloppily into you as he helps you ride out your high but as he does, he also reaches his end, and you feel rope upon rope of his orgasm paint your insides.
As you both return from your cloud of ecstasy, the fog of arousal clearing, he separates from you as he pulls up his trousers and helps you off of the counter. Handing you your underwear, he smiles shyly at you, as you step into them and smooth your skirt down.
His eyes haven't left your face and now your need has been sated, you're unsure where you go from here. But you didn't want to go back to your dark pit of despair.Β
βI miss you.β he says, as if he can hear your thoughts.Β
Your heart soars, pounding violently in your chest yet again, βI miss you, too.β
He steps towards you, closing the distance between you and cupping your face in his hands. βThen come home to me, baby,β his features soften completely as he pleads with you, βit's not the same without you.β
You hesitate, even though every fibre of your being wants nothing more than to go back to where you belong. βWe'd still have the same problems, Jackson.β
βWe won't. We'll work it out, I promise.βΒ
The desperation in his eyes and the sincerity of his words has your resolve faltering.
βBaby, please, you're the last face I want to see at night and the first one I want to greet me in the morning. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy.β
How could you resist? Heβs the man you want and he makes you happy, everything else you can figure out.
βWe'll both have to work hard to make this work.β you warn.
βI promise you, I will not stop trying.β He leans down and kisses your forehead. βI do not want to lose you again.β
Reaching up on tip-toes you press your lips against his and he returns your kiss, a completely different change of pace, all soft and gentle and full of love.
warnings: abusive language, mentions of death, murder, murderer.
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Episode 2: For you, I'd fall from grace
"They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one; they got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons!"
Veltrix General Hospital, Veltrix Biocorp; 10:22 A.M.
The knock on his office door was too confident. Jungkook exactly knew who it was, he himself had summoned the demon.
Knock so loud like the person on the other side didn't fear fireβjust wanted to know how hot it could burn. βCome in,β Jeon Jungkook said crisply, fingers steepled beneath his chin.
Vera Kim stepped in. Not an apology in sight. Hair pulled back. Clipboard in hand. Face like stone wrapped in silk, poised and perfect.
He closed the file on his deskβ her internship history.
She was set to work under Dr. Jung.
Safe. Distant. Forgettable.
But something shifted. One week later, her assignment changed.
And yetβshe was. And maybe this was the moment Jungkook should return to his senses and stop pretending to play by the rules.
βYou called for me, sir?β Vera said, leaning into the title with just enough disrespect to make his jaw tighten.
Jungkook rose slowly. His white coat whispered at the hem, steps silent as he circled his desk and approached her. He chose to sit at the edge of his desk signalling Vera to sit.
Vera held his gaze for a second too long before sinking into the seat near him, her knees accidentally or coincidentally brushing his, a casual closeness that felt anything but nothing. Unbothered by their closeness and choosing to forget, she still held Jungkook's gaze- unbothered, unbending but undeniably affected.
Every inch of Jungkook was collected controlβ but in his mind he could still see her in that courtroom seven years agoβflames in human form, calling out justice like a curse.
he could see all of it, Love Kim sobbing beside Sana Lee.
Lee Seonβs smug little bow.
And there she stood; Vera- Unbending. Unafraid.
Flashback: The State vs. Kim Han Joo
βThis court finds no prosecutable evidence against Veltrix Biocorp. The charges are hereby dismissed.β
Judge dashed the gavel thrice; silence crushed the courtroom.
Until Vera rose.
Straight-backed. Glacial. Hands folded politely in front of her as she looked the judge square in the eye.
βThank you, Your Honor. Veltrix wins, my father stays buried, and justice- ... justice just got bought. Iβll be backβ and there will be no explanation, there will be just reputation. Reputation to be ruined."
Gasps. Silence. Lee Seon stiffened. Love Kimβs tears froze mid-cheek. Sana reached for Veraβs wrist, but the girl had already turned, coat flaring like the final act of a Greek tragedy.
She left without looking back.
And from the gallery, Jeon Jungkook watched, stunned, spellbound, silently damned.
That was the day she stopped being an intern in his fatherβs war and became something else.
Something sacred.
Something dangerous.
PRESENT DAY
Maybe Jungkook stared for too long! or was he LOST ?
"What are you staring at JEON JUNGKOOK?" Vera's voice pierced, sharp as a bang.
His whole name with no honorifics snapped him back to the present. βYouβre not going to defend yourself?β he said, eyes narrowing, a loose attempt to cover up the long awkward stare.
βCaught snooping through confidential patient records, sealed Veltrix history filesβyou werenβt even subtle about it.β Jungkook spoke, finding his way back to authority.
Vera tilted her head. βWeren't you doing the same, Dr. Jungkook?β Vera made a sarcastic remark.
His breath caught, she infuriates him, he loves it, but she infuriates him.
The way she said his name. Cold and careful. Like saying it too warmly might burn her tongue but also matching the lingering spice.
He exhaled through his nose. βYouβre risking your entire career.β Jungkook voiced.
βAnd youβre still protecting the people who buried mine,β Vera said coolly, with a 'as if I care about my career' silently pinned to it.
Every sentence she spoke was a scalpel, precise and sharp. He was supposed to be reprimanding her. Instead, he felt like the patientβheart rate spiking, skin too warm under his collar.
God, she infuriated him.
And God, he wanted her to.
βFine,β he said, turning to his desk and snatching a clipboard. βYou want consequences? You're getting them.β
He handed her a chart labeled in red:
Assistance: 10-hour trauma floor shift rotation β high burn unit, zero coffee breaks, 3 patient reports due by morning.
She glanced at it, then back at him. βAre you seriously assigning this to teach me a lesson, or just flexing your authority for fun?β
Jungkook smirked. βThat depends how dramatic you plan to be when your feet give out.β Jungkook knew they both had cards they couldnβt afford to play but he held the upper handβ and God, wouldn't it be tempting to watch her squirm just a little, if only to feel that quiet thrill of control.
βYou gave me the same schedule you give the apprentices who pass out crying after one code blue,β she said, raising a brow.
βAnd yet youβre smiling,β he muttered, rubbing his temple. βGod help you.β
βI like earning what Iβm about to dismantle,β she said, tucking the clipboard beneath her arm. βKeep underestimating me, Dr. Jungkook. It's fun.β
She turned to leave, coat trailing.
And just as she reached the door, she paused and called over her shoulderβ
βTry not to dream about me tonight, Dr. Jeon. You look like someone who craves sins in silence.β
He choked. Literally. On air. She disappeared with a click of the door.
And Dr. Jeon Jungkook stood alone in his office, pulse in his throat, cursing every deity that ever made vengeance look that damn beautiful.
Lee Seon had not slept in three days.
Not truly. Not the sort of sleep that let the body regenerate or the soul grow quiet. He could still feel the cold of Love Kimβs office in his bones. She had said nothing dramatic, nothing theatrical. But her words had coiled around his ribcage ever since. Guilt choking him.
Artemis. That name, that anchor.
He had tucked the cloned USB into his daughterβs palms just an hour ago, unable to say the words. Letting her eyesβa mirror of the woman who once loved himβfill in the blanks.
He had seen it then. How you could love something and still destroy it, one cowardice at a time. Every minute it stayed there, he could hear it whispering- murderer, coward, traitor.
In the quiet his guilt trip was cut short, his phone buzzed.
No details. No pleasantries. Just the kind of command designed to feel like gravity.
Karma didnβt knockβit arrived cloaked in silence and consequence, and he felt it in his bones long before the world caught up. Not as punishment, but as prophecy finally fulfilled.
What heβd buried it once. For profit. For position. For the subtle nods of boardroom gods who knew how to win wars without dirtying their suits, today was the day to face it all.
Later that night: VELTRIX LEGAL WING
Lee Seon's steps through Veltrix Tower felt heavier than usual. Like the floor knew what heβd done.
The hallway was empty. No assistants. No board members.
Only two guards flanking the door, eyes cold, postures carved from concrete.
Lee Seon enters; the room was dark and privateβjust as Mr. Jeon liked it. Just as assassins liked it to be.
Mr. Jeon stood near the liquor cabinet, swirling a glass like he was waiting for an old enemy to admit defeat.
βYouβre alone,β Lee Seon said lightly, pacing in a loose arc. βI thought youβd summoned the board.β
Mr. Jeon smiled without warmth. βI donβt need an audience to clean the rot.β
Lee chuckled softly. βYou called me rot. Thatβs poetic. We built this empire together. Brick by silent brick.β
The lights were dimmed to the color of spilled secrets.
βYouβve been busy,β Jeon said without looking.
Lee Seon didnβt reply. He stood still.
Mr. Jeon finally turned his gaze toward himβsharp, predatorβs calm. βLunch with Love Kim. Afternoon with Artemis. And you were kind enough to leave a trace of copy of something very private in our archive logs before you left.β
A slow smile. Calculated. βTell me, old friendβare you trying to be noble? Or just... noisy?β Mr. Jeon wasn't questioning he was demanding, the truth.
Lee Seon felt the air shift. The room tilted, not physically, but philosophically. But no answer was voiced out.
βHere's the problem with guilt,β Mr. Jeon murmured, βIt makes people sentimental. Sentiment ruins systems.β
"Sentiment didn't bury Kim Han Joo. I did. And I think itβs time we both admit that." Finally accepting his defeat, karma came dressed in its own flesh. The blade he once handed over had simply waited for the right hand to turn it and stab him.
Mr. Jeon questioned, his eyes were tired, touched with something that flickered between rage and reluctant respect. "So, this is your absolution?"
βYou think Iβm going to walk out alive, donβt you?β Lee grinned, faux-relaxed. βYou want me to beg. To panic. But hereβs the thing, Jeonβ¦β
He leaned closer. βIβm already dead. You just havenβt made it official yet.β
A pause.
And then, finally, the mask slipped.
Mr. Jeon rested his glass on the wooden table, stepped back and gestured.
The guards moved swiftlyβtoo swiftly. Lee closed his eyes. In his final moment, he didnβt scream or fight.
He thought of Artemis. Of the USB burning in her hand like a future she hadnβt chosen. Of Sana, still fiery, radiant and merciless.
Artemisβmy sun, my second chance I squandered, avenge me.
To Sanaβwhose rage I could never match but always deserved.
And then, the world went dark for LEE SEON.
Veltrix General Hospitalβ Trauma Room Floor, 10:47 P.M.
The overhead fluorescents buzzed. Vera didnβt hear them anymore.
Sheβd been on her feet for ten hours straight. No breaks. No caffeine. Just pain charts, bandage changes, and too many intubated faces to count.
It was all part of her βlesson.β Jungkookβs punishment, sheβd called it.
She was adjusting an IV when the television in the corner cut through the hum.
ββBREAKING NEWS at this hour: Lee Seon, former legal counsel to Veltrix Biocorp, has been confirmed dead in what sources are calling an βunforeseen heart complicationββ¦β
Vera froze.
She didnβt move.
Footsteps behind her.
She didnβt turn; she didn't have to. "You heard,β Jungkookβs voice said softly.
She looked at him, eyes cold but shaken. βYou already knew.β
Jungkook leaned against the wall, expression unreadable. βHe wasnβt exactly subtle about his movements these past few days.β
Silence stretched like gauze between them.
βYou donβt seem surprised,β Vera exclaimed.
βIβm not.β, that was all he said in response.
She studied his faceβtoo calm. Too collected. Too practiced.
βYou really think it was an 'unforeseen heart complication'?β Vera asked slowly expecting a defensive response.
Jungkookβs throat worked, a faint twitch in his jaw betraying the tension. βI think,β he said quietly, βmy fatherβs fingerprints never show up when theyβre supposed to.β
Veraβs voice dropped. βAre you sayingβ¦ you suspect him too?β
He didnβt answer.
He didnβt have to.
She stared at him with annoyance painted all over her face. βThen why were you spying on me? Whispering in corners. Feeding into your beloved father's plans?β She couldn't understand Jungkook and his intentions anymore.
Jungkookβs hand wrapped around her wristsβnot forceful, not panicked, just certain. Heat against her skin. He didnβt speak. Just tugged gently, leading her through the side door and down the staff corridor where the lights buzzed low and no cameras blinked. Past the linen carts. The closed radiology wing. Around a blind corner where voices faded.
Only then did he stop.
Here, no one could watch. No one could hear. Only the hum of old vents, the sterile scent of hospital-grade phenyl and quietness followed.
βWhat are you doing?β she whispered, breath uneven.
He stepped back a half-step, enough to look at her properly. The harsh lighting melted against the edges of his face, softening him in ways sheβd never seen before. Their proximity was dangerously soft. There was no smirk in his gaze now. Just wariness. Rawness. A longing neither of them could clothe in logic.
βMy whole life,β Jungkook whispered, βwas preparing to be a man I donβt want to be.β He closed his distance, trapping Vera between the wall and his physique, hands on both sides of the wall slightly brushing Vera's shoulders. He yearned for her touch, desired her deeply, but how could he when her only goal was to destroy him and his father's legacy? Maybe, just maybe, he should drop his guard and let her tear it all apart.
βI think,β Jungkook breathed hard, forehead now touching hers, βthat I spent twenty-eight years trying not to become my father. But I can still hear his voice every time I lie to myself.β
Something slipped. Guard, ego, everything.
And Vera saw it all. The grief he wouldnβt name. The cracks where pride had rotted.
Vera stepped closer, their faces were inches apart now. Breaths tangling in the cold air. The kind of closeness that wasnβt designed for hospitals. Her lips parted. Her chest rose and fell with the weight of his confession. Jungkook noticed it all and his body retaliated to her response.
βYou're scaring me,β she admitted. βIt's not that I think you're lying; it's just that you're saying exactly what I want to hear. And it terrifies me that I might fall for your manipulationβand for you too!" It was too late to realize what she'd blurted out, too late to take it back. But Vera didn't care; she needed to let it all out, to pour everything out to Jungkook.
βWhich Side are you on?β she whispered, the words barely separating their breath. Their noses grazedβdelicate, electric. A shared breath in the half inch between uncertainty and surrender.
Jungkookβs eyes didnβt flinch. He held her gaze like something fragile. He wanted this oh- so bad.
βI donβt know what side Iβm on,β he said. βI didnβt know where you stood. Because for a while, I wasnβt sure where I did, Vera.β Vera, Vera, sounds so beautiful in his voice, the name- he wished to cling onto it for a little longer.
Jungkook's thumb brushed her cheekbone, softly. Vera's breath hitched expecting an impact, blood flushing straight to her cheeks, he noticed- he's a surgeon after all.
Vera let out a slow, brittle breath. βThen what changed?β Foreheads crashing into each other, leaning as if it was necessary.
His lips brushed, closer yet still. βNowβ¦ I know. Iβm standing next to you.β
He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. Fingers heavily grazing her neck. Their bodies leaned inβjust slightly. The way gravity chooses before intention catches up.
And maybe if the world had tilted an inch quieter, they wouldβve just suspended in the ache of their needs.
Their hands landed onto each other as if by instinct. At last, setting their battles aside, they surrendered to each other, their lips colliding with a passion that spoke volumes of their longing. Plush lips crashing, leaving them both breathless, yearning for more, diving deeper into each other, exploring depths they never wanted to reveal, weaknesses they'd later regret exposing. A kiss they would come to regret, yet they chose to lose themselves in it, chasing one another like parallel lines, desperate to meet but destined never to.
Jungkook's hands tangled in her silky hair, body's crashing, breaths heaving, tongues fighting for dominance. The rage they carriedβtheir drive to win, the sting of loss, the weight of being underestimated, and the relentless pursuit of choices imposed by the worldβwas now pouring into each other. Their fury transformed into a clash of lips; a battle sealed with a kiss.
Vera's world seemed to revolve entirely in Jungkook's grasp, his presence driving her to the brink of sanity. Her hands found their way to his sculpted, gym-honed chest, gripping tightly, desperately to his apron for support. She pulled him closer, seizing his ID deepening the kiss, their passion consuming them and erasing all sense of restraint.
Their surfaced feelings hovered.
Almost.
But thenβan announcement blared across the intercom.
βCode Blue β Surgical Wing. Immediate Assistance Required. Dr. Jeon, report stat.β
The kiss broke, Jungkook stumbled back struggling to process what had just happened. Unable to make sense of the situation, he stepped back, leaving Vera stranded there. He didnβt break her gaze as he hurried responding to the call that summoned him to the other room. His eyes stayed locked on hers until she was out of his sight, feeling still confused yet soothing.
There was a state of grace, a need for longing. He craved more of her and so did Vera. Vera didn't wanted him to walk away, she'd beg him on her knees to stay. It had been everything that shouldnβt have happened inside a trauma corridor at midnight. Shared breath, hands trembling on the edge of restraint. A kiss that felt like survival, not indulgence. Like something their fathers would have disapproved ofβbecause it didnβt serve empire, legacy, or war.
And now Vera couldnβt fathom it.
Jungkook Jeon. The man carved from sharp glances and restrained rage. The one she was meant to watch, unravel, dismantle.
How the hell had he seen her like that?
How the hell had she let him? How dare he?
She had kind of confessed, tooβsoft words threaded with truths she hadnβt meant to say. Embarrassing. Reckless. Intimate in ways that made her feel too seen.
She traced her path to the locker room to end her misery, exhaustion, and lingering sadness. The hallway stretched long and quiet. Nurses had dispersed, chaos replaced by fatigue. Vera pulled open her locker and punched in her code. The door swung open with that familiar groan.
She dialed Artemis.
No answer.
Again.
Straight to voicemail.
One more time.
Still nothing.
Vera hesitated, thumb hovering over redial, then finally sighed and slipped her phone into her coat. She knew Artemis well enough to know this silence wasnβt neglectβit was grief.
She deserved space.
Vera reached in for her satchel only to find nestled between her thermos and anatomy notebook, folded with surgical precisionβa note.
She picked it up slowly.
The paper was heavier than it shouldβve been.
Vera unfolded it.
A single line stared back at herβhandwritten in ink that shimmered just faintly under fluorescent light.
Heβs a sin wrapped in silk. Love himβand youβll bleed where your father was buried.
β L.
"here's the immensely time consuming 100K word novel-length passion project I'm working on between my real life job and family! It eats up hundreds of hours of my one and only life, causes me emotional harm, and I gain basically nothing from it! Also I put it on the internet for free so anyone can read if they want. Hope you love it!" :)
warnings: abusive language, mentions of death, murder, murderer.
Next/ previous part
Episode 1: Welcome to Veltrix vs Minerva
βEvery kingdom has a rival. Every crown has a blade.β
MINERVA PHARMACEUTICALS, 8:03 A.M.
Like a fortress of glass and secretsβunshakable, unblinking, and built from the bones of men who thought they could outlast her- Minerva Pharmaceuticals, CEO Love Kim stood beneath the towering emblem of the company her husband had died for. She sipped her coffee slowly, watching legal updates scroll across a frosted glass wall. Her assistant said somethingβshe didnβt register it. Her gaze stayed on the name blinking at the top of the screen:
βPrepare the quiet room. Bring me Seon, ASAP." she demanded. Lee Seon was summoned!
Across the city, in a suite of glass lined with framed legal victories and fresher regrets, Lee Seon sat in silence across from his daughter.
Artemis was reading something off her iPadβprobably lecture notes, or maybe another playlist sheβd never let him hear. The morning sun caught in her curls. For a second, she looked exactly like her mother, he reminisced. That softness. That light.
Seon cleared his throat. βYou havenβt been home in two months.β
βIβve been busy,β Artemis replied, too quickly. βExams. Finals. Life.β
He didnβt press. She was twenty-one, brilliant, youthful, stubborn, and so much more fragile than anyone gave her credit for.
He set a small envelope on the table between them.
Whatβs this?β she asked, holding up the USB in the envelope.
βCall it backup,β he said. βDocuments, names... truths your mother never wanted you near.β
βWhy are you giving this to me now?β Artemis questioned intently.
He didnβt answer right away.
βBecause I donβt know how long Iβll be able to protect you from all of it.β
She didnβt push further, but the air between them grew heavier. Her fingers hovered over the envelope, then pulled back.
βYou know, Vera says your name still shows up in her momβs court transcripts. Buried in the footnotes.β
That stopped him cold.
βShe shouldnβt be reading those,β he said sharply.
βYou shouldnβt be in Veltrix, legally advising a god-awful man who was framed to kill Vera's dad.β Artemis said, quieter. βBut here we are.β
The silence stretched.
He wanted to say Iβm sorry.
He wanted to say I didnβt mean for any of this.
Instead, he stood.
βI have to go. A meeting with an old ghost.β
That ghost was waiting in an office with mirrored walls and fresh orchids.
Love Kim didnβt rise when Seon entered. She didnβt offer him coffee. Just a seat, and silence, subtle way of saying f*ck you right in his face.
βSo,β Seon said, trying to sound casual. βYouβve finally decided to weaponize our kids too.β
Love didnβt blink. βDonβt be melodramatic. I never said anything about Artemis.β
βYou didnβt have to.β His jaw clenched. βJust like you never said anything about Vera walking into that hospital like bait."
Love didnβt flinch. She folded her hands, slowly. Deliberately.
βBait implies a trap.β She looked out the window, toward the edge of Veltrixβs skyline.
βI prefer to think of it as strategy. And you, Seonβ¦β Her voice dipped, gentle as poison.
He stiffened.
She let the silence hang for a beat before twisting the knife.
βYou remember her, donβt you? The model. The campaign deal in Seoul.β She turned back toward him.
βWhile Sana begged you not to leave. While Artemis sat on the courthouse steps waiting for her father to choose somethingβanythingβbesides himself.β
His breath caught.
βYou traded a family for five billboards, s*x and a burned-out engagement. And lost everything.β
Her cunning smile didnβt go unnoticed by Seon.
βSo donβt lecture me on bait, Seon. You taught me what it looks like when someone walks into a trap and tells himself itβs the spotlight.β
He stood. The choice he had changing the subject, and he chose it, βThat trial was buried long before I stepped near it.β
βAnd yet,β Love said softly, rising now, βyou still buried the truth with it. My husband. Sanaβs career. Veraβs childhood, Artemis's childhood.
Taking a pause she continued "Do you really think I called you here because I trust you?β
She walked toward the window, gaze resting on the Veltrix tower across the skyline.
βI called you because you love something. And people who love-β She turned, eyes sharp, piercing Seon's soul, βTheyβre useful.β
Seon didnβt reply.
βSo donβt stand in front of me like you have principles, Seon. You forfeited your place the day you watched Sana unravel and chose silence over shame.β
She rose slowly; every movement laced with purpose. βYou owe her.β
Love took a step closer, voice low enough to sting.
βAnd if you think Iβm weaponizing Artemis, don't act shockedβyouβre the one who taught me how love can be a tool, a trap, a strategy.β
Manipulation, guilt tripping, something Love had learned along the way of her work line.
Artemis Lee, unaware of the storm circling her name, twirled her pen between her fingers at the university library, earbuds in, daydream spilling across the corners of her notebook. She doodled bones and flowers and verses that didnβt rhyme.
Zain, her boyfriend, had stood her up. Again!
She glanced toward the hallway. No sign of him. She hated how easily disappointment wrapped itself around her chest these days.
She pulled up Veraβs message instead:
Donβt wait up. your mentor is HOT AF, go lick him now babes ditch Zain.
Ps. We start suturing practice today. Might accidentally stab someone.
Or not accidentally. TBD.
She grinned despite herself. Vera always knew how to puncture tension with a wink.
Thereβs a difference between pain and precision.
Vera Kim knew both intimately.
The elevator chimed as it opened onto the 38th floor of Veltrix General, its glass walls overlooking a city built on secrets. The hospital buzzed with distant alarms and sterile footsteps, but hereβon the trauma floorβit was quiet. Too quiet.
The file in Veraβs hand read: Kim, V. β Intern
Assignment: Dr. Jeon Jungkook, Trauma Lead.
Vera slipped into the trauma lab ten minutes early. Sheβd memorized the orientation sheets. Dr. Jungkook was scheduled to lead a one-on-one surgical tutorial todayβa simulated laceration model, monitored from his glass office upstairs.
She wasnβt supposed to be alone in there.
Which made it all the more interesting when the lights of the upstairs office flickered on... and stayed that way.
βYouβre early.β His voice echoed from the observation level.
Vera didnβt look up as she prepped for the demo procedure. βI prefer sharp things over my coffee.β
There was a pauseβthen the sound of feet descended the stairs. When he entered the lab, coat folded over his arm, he didnβt bother with formalities.
βSet up your instruments, let's see if your skills are as smooth as your one liners.β
The synthetic flesh peeled back beneath Veraβs gloved fingers as she adjusted the retractor with practiced calm. The laceration dummy was designed to simulate arterial rupture, but she handled it like it was a paper cut.
Vera's breath hitched, Dr. Jeon Jungkook walked behind her, sleeves rolled to his elbows, almost catching a site of his tattooed arms. Damn they deserved a compliment. He draped the coat over his arm like a flag of detached civility. You would've kept him all to yourself IF, only if his father wouldn't have been an as*hole, Murderer!
βYour techniqueβs clean,β he said, voice neutral, enough to break her chain of thoughts. βAlmost too clean.β
Vera didnβt glance up. βA compliment?β
βItβs an observation,β he replied. βYou look experienced.β
She smirked. βMaybe Iβm just too good.β
He circled behind her, close enough for the air to shift. There was something in the way he said itβ¦ like velvet dragged over a bruise. Her pulse didnβt recover for minutes.
βNo oneβs this good on Day Two,β Jungkook murmured, a knowing curve in his voice. βGods witnessed I wasnβt.β
It's about the way he said itβtoo proud, too closeβfelt less like praise and more like a dare. And Vera? She heard every layer of it. Recollecting the words of mysterious L, "He's not your friend. He's not your mentor. He's a Jeon. Stay sharp."
It wasnβt a fight. It was a reckoningβlike two storms circling the same city, each desperate to consume what the other had buried beneath silence. The truth wasnβt prey. It was prophecy. And theyβd tear through bone and memory to claim it first.
Later that night β Veltrix General Hospital
The halls were quieter now, the kind of quiet that hummed with electricity rather than rest. Most of the interns had gone home hours ago, but Vera moved like a shadow between corridors, coat replaced with black, ID tag clipped to her collar.
She had 32 minutes before the surveillance loop reset.
The records department was tucked two floors below the trauma wingβits keypad lock barely a challenge when youβve watched enough staffers type it in over coffee breaks.
Vera slipped inside, shutting the door without a sound. Fluorescent lights clicked on low.
Rows of metal cabinets. One digital archive terminal. And a wall of restricted files that no intern should know existed.
She took a breath and typed the name:
Kim, Han Joo.
Her father.
Nothing appeared.
"What? What the actual f*ck?" she murmured to herself in obvious frustration.
She tried again. No access. Red screen.
βOf course youβre locked,β she muttered, fists clenched.
Footsteps- Distant. Deliberate. Echoing in a rhythm that didnβt belong to chance.
If the universe was feeling cruelβand it often wasβthere was only one name, it would roll the dice for.
Jeon Jungkook.
She couldβve betted her degree on it. And lost gloriously.
A keycard. A soft beep. The door opened.
He walked in like he owned the oxygen in the room.
Dr. Jeon Jungkook.
Coat slung loosely over scrubs. Tired. Still in control. Vera stayed hidden in shadow, not daring to move. He turned on the small lamp, typed something fast. His expression stayed unreadable. Vera stepped back, slowlyβboots soundless. But then, something happened.
A voiceβcrackly, lowβechoed faintly from his earpiece. She couldnβt hear the full words, just fragments.
ββ¦girlβs digging againβ¦β
ββ¦Sana Leeβs back in motionβ¦β
ββ¦Kimβs daughter doesnβt know what sheβs walking intoβ¦β
Vera froze.
Thenβher shoe brushed a metal folder edge. A soft clink. Universe has a funny way of getting someone f*cked, especially Vera.
Jungkook snapped around. βWhoβs there?β
She stepped forward. Slowly. No lies to hide behind now. βDidnβt know the archives had a curfew.β He didnβt lower his posture. βI could have you written up for being here.β
She looked past him to the screen still glowing red. βThen do it,β she said, chin high. βBut let's not pretend you werenβt doing something just as questionable.β Silence crackled between them.
He studied her like she was both problem and puzzle.
βYouβre risking a lot for something youβll never find,β Jungkook said at last. She smiled without mirth. βWrong. I already did.β Vera spurted with sass. She looked past him, straight to the screen he left open.
Patient Records: KIM, H. β ACCESS DENIED.
But the metadata was visible.
Last opened: 7 years ago
Last accessed by: LEE, SEON
Her stomach dropped.
Voices started emerging from the hallway. Rounds were restarting.
Jungkook stared at her. βYou need to go.β
βYouβre not stopping me?β Vera was taken aback with surprise.
βI donβt know what side youβre on yet,β Jungkook said, Vera figured thereβs no sharpness, no demandβjust that cool, feather-touch of interest tucked behind composure and curiosity. βBut I know thisβVeltrix doesnβt lose quietly. Neither does Minerva.β Jungkook continued.
Her hand brushed his as she was about to step out. Brief. Accidental.
Maybe.
For once, Jungkook didnβt pull away, he didn't want to. He stayed there, facing her, their bodies barely apartβtrapped in a pocket of silence where the air felt thicker, warmer, charged.
Veraβs voice was barely above a whisper. βYouβre not going to ask why Iβm here?β
Jungkookβs eyes lingered on her lips for a second too long. Then flicked back up. βIf I did,β he said slowly, βyouβd lie.β Jungkook stepped closer. She smiledβsharp and soft all at once. βMaybe.β
His jaw flexed.
A beat passed.
Another.
She could hear the quiet hum of the terminal behind him. The echo of her fatherβs name still glowing red on the screen. She could walk away. She should.
But her spine didnβt move. And neither did his. Neither of them realizedβthey were both fighting to dominate, and both refusing to be conquered.
βYouβre trouble,β he said, voice low, with just a thread of heat.
Her smile twitched. βYouβre late to the realization.β
Jungkook stepped in, not touching herβjust close enough that she could feel the tension coiled in his frame. βI donβt like complications.β
βToo bad,β Vera murmured, βI come with ton of it.β
And then, just for a moment, the masked feelings slipped. His fingers brushed against the inside of her wristβnot enough to hold, just enough to remember.
βYou keep pushing my limits,β Jungkook said quietly. βAnd youβre going to find out what I turn into when I stop holding back.β
Vera leaned in until her lips hovered near his.
Vera didnβt blink. Just leaned in, her lips brushing heat over his jaw, like she was about to shatter both of them.
And then she whispered it.
βRight. Must be in your blood,β she whispered.
βSon of a murderer, after all.β
The air snapped. He tore away from her touch like it scalded. Then the door slammed open with the force of something breaking.
βGet out.β She froze though not stunned by how fast it all flipped.
βNow, Vera.β Jungkook glistened of no anger, just something cold. Final. Wounded.
She stepped out without another word, pulse still burning. Behind her, the door shut like the end of a sentence neither of them would ever take back.
Vera didnβt look back.
The hallway swallowed her, heels echoing down polished tile, but even as she walked away, the nameβLee Seonβstayed with her.
Chicago never slept, but tonight... it was holding its breath. A torrential downpour slicked the marble steps of Veltrix General Hospital, rain slicing sideways like blades of glass. Somewhere inside, beneath clean white tiles and sterile fluorescents, Dr.Jeon Jungkook stood like a painting the world forgot to frameβshoulders squared, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. He wasn't supposed to be working night shifts anymore. Not with his father's power echoing through every wing of this building. But he preferred it this way. Here, in the dark, no one bothered, no one asked questions. No one dared.
Two floors below, a girl with rain-wet hair and revenge in her spine stepped through the automatic doors. Vera Kim. Her ID badge read Intern, but her heartbeat pulsed hunter. She wasn't here to learn. She was here to unearth a secret buried under a decade of silenceβand maybe, just maybe, watch a kingdom fall.
She glanced at the framed portrait near reception.
The man who built Veltrix. The man who, rumor whispered, shattered her mother- Love Kim and killed her father.
Tonight was the first move.
And it began... with silence.
Flashback:
A gala, seven years ago. The last time Minerva Pharmaceuticals and Veltrix Biocorp shared a ballroom. Glittering glasses. Hidden threats. The night Mr. KimβVera's father, never came home. Sana Lee, in heels and heartbreak, watched her best friend Love Kim β Vera's mom smile through brokenness. Mr. Jeon Jae toasted to "partnership." And a storm gathered outside, a murder executed, a family destroyed, a girl forced into Vengeance...
Back in present:
Jungkook's name was on her orientation file. Assigned mentor. Karma, Vera thought or maybe the strings she pulled tight behind the scenes via her mother's help. Either way, it was perfect.
"Summer interns don't usually start with trauma teams," Jungkook muttered, the first time he looked her way. His voice was surgical steel. His gaze colder.
Vera smiled like a secret. "I like to start where it hurts the most."
And just like that, the game began.
Dr. Jeon Jungkook enters OR 3.
"Scalpel.", Dr. Jeon Jungkook's voice sliced through the tense environment in the OR.
Vera watches from the observation deck, clipboard clutched like a weapon.
They lock eyes. Let the masquerade begin...
Later:
A single note is tucked between medical charts in her locker:
He's not your friend. He's not your mentor. He's a Jeon. Stay sharp.
β L.
That initial again.
"Who is L? Who are you?" Vera muttered to herself.
Meanwhile:
Somewhere in the polished corridors of Minerva Pharmaceuticals, Sana Lee- the legal advisor to the company; reviews hospital board transcripts in her law office, red lines under every clause Veltrix Biocorp tried to bury. Love Kim- CEO of Minerva, calls her on the private line:
Love : "He's moving faster this year. He's preparing something."
"I'll be faster," Sana says, voice low and venomous.
"Keep our girls away from the crossfire." she muttered with a hint of worry in her voice.
There's a pause.
"They're already in it," Love replies on the other end.
warnings: smut, mentions of murder, killing, depression, etc.
Sin & Silk
Teaser
In a city ruled by two rival empires, Vera Kim- a med student intern, steps into enemy territory with vengeance in her heart and a scalpel in her hand. Her plan? Infiltrate. Expose. Destroy. What she didn't plan... was him.
Dr. Jeon Jungkook- cold, brilliant, untouchable. The one man she can't afford to fall for.
Secrets bleed. Loyalties fracture. And love? That was never part of the plan.
he's just so fucking hot and magnificent,, likeβ
ππ no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.
a cherry chaser - someone who pines after someoneβs virginity.
cold as coffin - to define an unfriendly character
John doe/ Jane doe - referred to an anonymous person
nanoboy - an insignificant person (of very less value)
melancholy - a feeling of sadness which lasts for a long time
serendipity - accidentally finding happiness
balm of gilead - universal cure, relaxation obtained during difficult times (Jeremiah 8:22, "Is there no balm in Gilead?" is to ask "Is there no relief or consolation for the evils which befall us?)
doomed of gilead - referred to a group of people who are relatively owned by a master (like dogs), meaning they have to put their masters life in front of theirs.
M.O (Modus operandi) - a particular way of doing a certain task, criminals style
fiasco - an event that does not succeed, often in a way that causes embarrassment.
sword will strike your land - raiders will raid ur place (mostly military types)
like a arrow tip - flying gracefully
malware - a software that is specifically designed to disrupt/ damage/ or gain unauthorized access to a computer system. (in order to use it in a sentence - ... infected with malware...)
whim - sudden idea or desire to do something unusual
it pigeon- dunged me / came to me out of the heavens - it happened to me out of the blue (out of nowhere)
was he a lost sheep from its herd or a devil - is he innocent or evil
god maybe calling but it might be the devil who's doing the talking- basically a trap kinda situation
lingua franca - a language that is adopted as a common language between speakers whose native languages are different; 'a language of Franks.'
carrot and stick - metaphorically used for a combination of reward and punishment to induce a desired behaviour.
these are just some idioms, sayings, words that you can use while writing your smuts, fluff, literally anything!
possibly more additions would be made later or maybe I'll do it in parts as per my new findings.
if you want any more quotes, idioms which you think should preferably be enlisted on here please leave it in comments or post it with the tag- #vee me , I'll make sure to add (if it suits the list)
β he lets you do all the screaming, absolutely hates having to raise his voice and contribute to the argument, so he tries to be patient and let you get it all out, but sometimes you get too bold, take it a little too far for his liking, and he has to remind you of your place
βD-donβt have much ta say now, huh baby? J-just need me taβ f-fuck yer so tightβ need m-me ta shut yer trap for ya, is that it?β Osamu grunts as he keeps his steady pace, drilling into your cunt while you claw into his back. The wall behind you is rough against the skin of your back, his body pressed against yours as heβd pinned you to it just moments ago to cut off your screaming. Your hands trail to his chest, wandering over his pecs as a thumb swipes over his nipple. With a growl, he pins your hands above your head, his pace getting faster, making you whimper against his mouth as he presses hot, open mouthed kisses to your lips. βThatβs m-my job, baby,β he interrupts himself with a moan, hissing as he feels you clench on him. βDonβt ya start gettinβ bold on me, princess.β With a long, drawn out groan, he swipes his own thumb against your nipples while you clench down on him once more with a whine.
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β absolute brat tamer and we know it, heβs got little patience and you will do as he says. he lets you get your way for a short bit just so he has more of a reason to put you in your place, it makes it so much more satisfying for him when heβs got you pinned down and heβs teaching you a lesson
βYou can take it, doll. You had so much to say earlier, now you gotta pay the price,β Iwaizumi groans as he thrusts into you, not stopping his pace even though this was your third time cumming. Youβd cum twice on his fingers, but heβs yet to fuck you, and heβs not stopping till youβre a sobbing mess, creamed on his cock at least a few times. With a deep groan, he hits your spot over and over, quickening his pace as he gets closer. βF-fuck, stop squeezing soβnghβh-hard, brat,β he pants, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge. Slowly, he lets his pace die down, growling as he hears you whine when your orgasm dies down too. With grit teeth, he pants as he tries to calm his breathing, feeling his dick throb from his own approaching orgasm slowly fading before it came. βShut up,β he tells you when you whine again. βLike I said, you can take it. And you will,β he growls into your ear before starting his punishing pace all over again.
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β has the shortest patience youβve ever seen, he gets irritated so easily, and heβs gonna show you that if you wanna make him mad, youβre gonna have to let him get rid of all that pent up frustration, even if he has to use you for it
βFuck, justβ shitβ j-just like that,β Sakusa groans, tugging you by your hair and forcing his member deeper into your mouth. He feels your tongue run down the prominent vein, and he throws his head back, moaning wildly as you continue to suck him off. He thrusts into your mouth, setting his own pace, watching with narrowed eyes as your nose touches his skin as you take every inch of his dick. βY-you wannaβfuck Iβm s-so closeβ you wanna m-make me mad? Youβre gonna f-fix it too,β he says, letting out a loud grunt when your hand moves up to fondle with his balls, making him grit his teeth. βMore, brat, Iβm c-close.β With a series of curses, he lets out broken moans as he cums, chest heaving as spurts of cum fill your mouth, breath hitching when he feels you continue to suck him as he rides out his orgasm, dick becoming sensitive as you refuse to stop. With a tug of your hair, he pulls you off. βYour turn,β he growls.
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β he gets frustrated easily and you should know it, heβs another one with a very small level of patience, and heβs gonna make you forget why you were even angry with each other in the first place. very cocky about shutting you up
βThatβs it, atta girl, j-just takinβ me soβoh sh-shitβ so well,β Atsumu pants, pressing kisses to your collarbone, sucking on the skin until another mark starts to form, smirking at the littered hickeys on your skin. Quickening his pace, he brings you in for a kiss, swallowing your moans with his mouth. βY-yer always yappinβ away, bet ya couldnβt even t-tell me why now, huh?β With a sharp thrust, he hits your spot, making you clench on him, letting out a strangled moan as he gives you a cocky grin, grabbing your face and tilting you to look at him. βTell me who makes y-ya feel this way. Fuckββm close,β he grunts. His hand travels down, rubbing circles onto your clit, bringing you closer to the edge, pounding into you as he feels his own orgasm approach him. βItβs me,β he growls, βI make y-ya feel this g-good.β
geto suguru anyways isn't the very talkative type in the bedroom, but when he sees you naked in front of him he goes completely silent.
the ravenette's just standing there, breathlessly absorbing your every curve and line with his eyes as if you're some unreal artwork. he's got to actively reanimate himself.
"can i touch you here, pretty thing?" he asks softly, looking up at you with those eyes that drive you wild.
you nod timidly, letting out a whimper that sounded very much like it was pent up when he starts roaming your body.
those big hands feel so blissfully smooth as they glide over your skin. his thick fingers sink into the plush fat between your thighs, playing with it for a while until you're turned into an embarrassed mess β he lets out a small laugh through his nose.
"your thighs are so soft..." he says admiringly, lowering his face to meet level with your tummy while he massages two hands up the thickest part of your thighs.
his lips come to press a kiss to your tummy. then he trails them up, up, up β and takes you in close for a desirous kiss. "baby you're so delicious."
geto's hands cup under your boobs, push them up and squeeze like he's never felt something so supple and perfect before.
his lips come to meet the place between the bottom of your ear and neck, "want me to play with you?" he asks. there's that sultry tone in his voice that works you up in two seconds, "just say the word."
"mhm! 'want you to play with it, s'guru, please."
he smiles like β god, like a devil. then he helps you onto his plush bed, the springs squeak under your combined weights; and you feel his smooth hands glide down your body.
the palm of his hand presses against your panties, applying pressure in subtle, circular motions to get you going. "you like that? mmm? feels good? good."
he loves the feeling of you getting hotter under his gentle touch.
geto tentatively toys with the hem of your panties, only dipping his hand inside them when you bring your own hand down for extra encouragement. he decorates your skin with little kisses while spreading your lower lips.
taking is time, he feels up and down under your panties, occasionally slipping his thumb over your most sensitive spots. he loves playing with the... well, he calls them the 'flappy things' π€¦ββοΈhe gently pulls on 'em and lightly pinches the plush between his fingers.
and he keeps going on like that, until he feels satisfied about how well his hands know your body. next time he's planning to acquaint his whole body with yours.
