I think something that should be noted in The Mutation Situation because it never made much sense to me is Splinter looking at all of his sons and going, “You four have become lazy and overconfident” because Donnie has not exhibited one sign of either thing.
In the opening scene, he’s 1) celebrating a difficult task that he did accomplish and therefore should be celebrated 2) suggesting to see April whom Leo suggests they have hardly seen since he lightly accuses her of “avoiding them”.
In April’s scene, he has a goofy introduction and then that’s it. There’s no bragging or false claims or any similar energy.
In the next scene, he’s 1) actively doing tests on Timothy to find a cure 2) putting a stop to his brothers who are playing dodgeball with rare alien tech and 3) spending the entire scene where his brothers are arguing that the threat is gone looking disgruntled.
The only thing that he did that might be viewed as ‘in compliance or agreement’ is the fact that he walked away with them but ??? At worst he’s just letting his brothers believe what they believe. In no way has he condoned anything that they’ve said.
Do not ‘you four’ me narrative. You have given me no proof of your claims. In fact, directly after this, you reveal that Donnie has created inventions that are just in time to assist his brothers. This child has been preparing (not overconfident) and working diligently (not lazy) so this episode can happen despite his other brothers chilling.
If you wanna ‘you four me’ then you gotta bring more to the table, narrative, ‘cause I ain’t buying it.
"i was looking for bishop, but you'll do." illyana breezes into avengers tower easily -- there aren't many places that can keep her out, when she has a will and a stepping disc. "i need access to the computer. and where is your coffee maker?"
*squints* so as polls come to a close, i see people getting fucked over by popularity bias. and while i do one last uquiz for them, im lowkey getting tired of making them and i think yall are too
so what if, instead, i provided an alternative?
note: nothing on this applies to team be not afraid or team lets go lesbians
how should i continue?
just keep teaming people up if they get popularity bias’d like you have been
no teams, create a ‘fucked up by popularity bias poll’
yes teams but also create a separate poll for those popularity bias’d
team up all the people that get popularity bias’d and let them compete in finals
team all the popularity bias’d and bring back team locked tomb for an even four
literally stop teaming people up. let the winners move on alone
something else
Voting ended onApr 11, 2023
last option: op none of these answers make sense please elaborate. comment or rb with this and ill try to explain
Your childhood best friend who’s relied on you since forever, decides the summer before college he wants to glow up and grow up. Except it feels like he’s grown out of your friendship instead.. only for it to develop into something more
PAIRING: jungwon x fem!reader (childhood best friends -> lovers)
GENRE: college au, smut, fluff
WORD COUNT: 7130
WARNINGS: Sub Jungwon, pussy eating, handjob, overstimulation, cumming untouched, orgasm denial, riding, unprotected sex, cockwarming, alcohol mentioned, reader gets jealous, porn with a plot basically, lmk if i missed anything!
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You and Jungwon have been best friends ever since that time in 2nd grade on the playground
Him getting pushed around by a group of kids, just because he called out a guy for cheating during a game.
Yes it was that serious
Jungwon’s always been honest, so he didn't see an issue with it
You came into view, and pushed one of the guys, yelling at him to stop.
“Ill tell Mrs.Wells to move your clip all the way to red!” You threatened them, somehow that got them to back down.
Looking back it makes you and Jungwon laugh at how easy it was back then.
Ever since that time, you grew closer together, he developed a crush on you in 9th grade.
You knew he did, but never said anything, Jungwons never been great with girls though
You just figured he'd grown out of it, probably just teenage hormones anyway
He was always quiet in school, kept to himself, you on the other hand were more of the extrovert, always meeting new people, talking to new guys
You always came to Jungwon about your problems, including the guy ones. Going into more detail than he would've liked..
-
You two already planned to move in together in a 2 bedroom apartment near the university you both applied to, and got accepted into, but that was towards the end of senior year.
Over summer you guys really didn't hang out much, actually you didn’t hang out at all.. an obvious distance growing in your friendship as you busied yourself with a summer internship, and Jungwon was apparently trying to grow up
So now, here you are, standing in the hallway of your shared apartment, looking at Jungwon
There's no way this is the same guy from high school.
This cant be your nerdy best friend who couldn’t even wear jeans without saying they were too “itchy”
His hair is actually styled, and his facial features almost looked more defined, but what really got you was his body.
How did he get taller in the span of 3 months, and where the hell did those huge biceps come from?!
“Y/N!” He says coming up to you and giving you a hug, you were too shocked to reciprocate
“Jungwon- you're squeezing me” you say, and he really was, when did he get so strong?
“Oh shit- sorry” He says as he picks up your bags and takes them to your room
“I cleaned up a bit, there's food in the fridge too” He says as he puts your bags beside your bed and turns to face you
“Yeah, I can see that, I mean it looks good” You say as you look around your new room
He lets his eyes trail down your body, taking you in- fuck he doesnt know how he resisted not seeing you all summer
How come you haven't said anything about the way he looks now?..
He's a little disappointed, but he quickly adverts his gaze when you look back at him
“Well, I'll leave you to it! I'm about to head out” He says walking past you
Jungwon? Heading out? Where is he even going- he used to never want to leave his room
It's almost like he heard your thoughts
“Going to the gym, Jakes waiting for me” He says as he leans against the door frame
Who the hell is Jake?
You had so many questions, like when did he start working out? Does he work out everyday? And is it oil that he's using to make his biceps glisten like that-
“Oh, uh okay, ill be here. Unpacking” You say pulling your eyes away from him, he just stares for a moment before leaving.
-
“I don't know man, I feel like you're overthinking the whole situation” Jake says putting down his weights
“No- you dont know y/n, I mean yeah she's always been a little..attitudey? But I don't know, this time it was like, weird.”
“Why dont you just, you know, fuck?” Jake says like it's the most normal solution ever, jungwon looks at him like hes crazy
“You cant be serious right now.” He says, and jake just smirks
“I mean you’re clearly attracted to her, plus you guys fucking live together- based off what you said, she was totally checking you out too” Jake pauses
“Is that body oil?” He says squinting as he looks at Jungwon’s arms “shit, you really tried didn’t you?”
“No, it's not like that, were just friends- we've always been friends” He says as he picks up a different weight to do bicep curls.
“I just don't want it to be awkward between us, she just seemed so.. Distant?” Jungwon says, almost talking to himself
“Yeah, right.. but you’re still gonna let me come over? Because no way in hell are you playing the new game without me” Jake says raising his brows
“I don't want to overwhelm y/n though, she just got here and I-” Jungwon starts before jake interrupts him
“Bruh, you know I've been wanting to play that game forever! Come on” Jake looks at him with his infamous puppy eyes he uses to woo all the girls in
“Okay fine! Just stop looking at me” He looks at Jake with a disgusted look
“Yeah, yeah you know you love it” Jake says, Jungwon cant help but laugh in his face
-
You had just finished unpacking, when you get an incoming call
Wonnie😼
You smile at the contact name, he had typed it in the second you got a new phone for christmas a few years ago.
Accepting the call and putting it on speaker before setting your phone down
“Y/N?” Jungwon says, you hear the sound of a car honk, he must be driving
“Yeah, what's up?” You say back as you shove your bags under your bed
“So, is it okay if Jake comes over for a bit? I just got this game for the ps5 and we really wanted-”
Jungwon pauses looking at Jake whos mouthing “Why the fuck are you asking permission?”
He ignores him continuing his sentence “yeah, we really wanted to try it out? I just had to make sure it was fine with you-”
“Jungwon, you literally live here, I don't really care who you invite over.” You say back
Jake's eyebrows raise as he looks at Jungwon “She always like this?” he whispers, you hear it
“Am I on speaker?” you say skeptical
“Uh, no- we'll be there in like 5 minutes, see-ya!” he says as he hangs up
“Fucking hell jake- she totally heard that” He says and Jake just laughs
“I mean she sounds kinda hot when she's mad” Jake says and Jungwon almost feels like getting defensive over you, but doesn't because he knows it’ll just result in more teasing.
-
No way he just hung up on you like that.
You make your way to the kitchen to get yourself a snack, opening the fridge
Strawberries? Did Jungwon get these for you? He knows their your favorite fruit too
You take them out of the fridge rinsing them off before taking a bite of one, your eyes nearly roll at the taste
These are definitely fresh
You're pulled from your thoughts when you hear the front door open, followed by laughing, and then Jungwon comes into view setting his water bottle on the counter, and behind him-
“Oh, you found the strawberries, I just got them today so there extra fresh” He says walking over to you, taking the strawberry you bit into out of your hand and eating the rest of it
All you can do is stare as he does so, the strawberry juice dripping from his lip as he takes his thumb and cleans it up with a swipe
Jake just watches the scene unfold in front of him, pushing his tongue against his cheek, with a knowing glint in his eye as he tries not to laugh
“Right, uh this is Jake” Jungwon says looking over at his friend, and back at you
“Jake, this is-” He starts before Jake finishes his sentence
“Y/N” Jake says holding out his hand, you hold out yours, smiling slightly at the formal gesture
“Pleasure” Jake says smoothly before letting go
“Yeah, nice meeting you too” You say back, Jungwon turns his head to jake squinting his eyes
Jake ignores him "I've heard a lot about you y/n”
You chuckle nervously hands instinctively playing with the ring on your finger
“I hope it was only good things” You say back
Jungwon talks about you to him?
“Oh it was definitely-"
“Alright!” Jungwon interrupts him
“Well y/n, enjoy the strawberries, me and jake are gonna go play the game now”
Jungwon gives Jake that look, and follows him to his room
“Okay, ill um be here” You say watching them walk away
That was the weirdest interaction like, ever.
-
“Is his friend totally hot?!” your friend gigi says from your phone
“I mean he's not bad looking-”
“Okay so totally hot” She says giggling
You roll your eyes
“Girl, the things I'd do if I had not one but TWO hot, sweaty, buff guys in my apartment, I mean we'd definitely be having a threes-”
Jungwon knocks on your door, pulling you from your conversation, gigi goes quiet,
“Come in!” you say
Jungwon opens the door slightly, and you sit up on your bed, like a child doing something they shouldn't
“Hey, we ordered pizza, do you want some?” He says looking at you casually
“Is there pepperoni?” you say raising a brow
He smiles “Obviously”
“Ill text you later gigi-” you say
“Yeah, yeah, don't have too much fun” she says with a wink before hanging up
Jungwon tilts his head at that, too much fun?
You stand up throwing your phone on your bed
“Jake better not have eaten all of it..” You say brushing past him
“You know I can hear you” Jake says, before taking a bite of the pizza
In this moment of you three eating together, the tension between you and Jungwon eases down a bit
Until—
“So, y/n, you know since its the weekend before we start classes, one of our friends is throwing this huge party-”
“She doesn't like big parties like that.” Jungwon cuts him off, voice stern
You look at him eyes squinted “You don't know what I like actually. When is it?”
“Starts at like 10 ish tomorrow night, Jungwons already coming obviously” Jake says continuing
Jungwon kicks jakes foot, not so subtly
“Ow!” he yells, totally over exaggerating
Obviously? No thats not fucking obvious, Jungwon never goes to parties- I mean not that you know of.. Is that what he was busy doing all summer? Partying?
“Ill be there” You say, avoiding Jungwon's stare at the side of your head
-
As soon as you entered the party, its like Jungwon and Jake were a fucking magnet for attention, how did half these people even know them?
You follow them to the kitchen where they both say hi to a few guys, you immediately notice the girls in the group eyeing him like he's a damn super model.
Why are they looking at him like that?
He's your best friend. Not theirs.
Jungwon hesitates before introducing you to the group..the reason he didn't want you coming was because he was scared of how you'd react to his sudden popularity
He doesn't know how it happened either, since he moved into the apartment in the summer he's been able to make a lot of friends with the people around uni.. He feels like he finally found somewhere he can fit in, not to mention he feels 10 times more confident in himself with the new found attention
“This is y/n” Jungwon says and everyone's eyes drift to you, you don't shy away or anything, instead putting on a more friendly exterior
“Nice to meet you guys” You smile sweetly, feigning innocence
You don't miss the look from one girl in particular, she looks you up and down, you ignore her.
“Jungwon, where were you hiding this gem?” One of the guys says, honey brown hair, brown eyes, is this not bambi reincarnated?
“Heeseung” He says handing you a drink, you thank him before sipping it
Jungwon watches the interaction, and can't help but feel a hint of jealousy
As the party goes on, more people show up, the smell of alcohol is strong, your group has migrated to the living area now, you're sitting on the edge of the couch pretending to listen to something Jake says while your eyes watch him.
That same girl from earlier is practically glued to his side, her fingers trailing along his arm.
Why is he just letting her touch him like that? He gets a few muscles and becomes easy as fuck all the sudden?
Jungwon says something and she laughs ridiculously loud, there's no way what he said was that funny.
Jake's voice pulls you from your insecure thoughts
“Jealous?” He says raising his brow as he looks up at you
“Of what? Jungwon?” you say back defensively
“You don't have anything to worry about honestly, he only sees claire as a friend”
Yeah and he only sees you like that too.
“I could care less who he talks to”
Jake just looks at you with that knowing glint in his eyes “Right”
You watch as Claire leans closer into Jungwon's personal space, whispering something in his ear and you stand up abruptly causing jungwons attention to snap to you
“Uh- Im ready to go” You say awkwardly
Jungwon looks at jake, drink in hand, Jake wasnt supposed to drink tonight.
“Shit- sorry bro I forgot..” Jake says taking another sip from the red cup
Jungwon stands up too, which makes Claire scoff under her breath as he walks over towards you
“Give me the keys” He says holding his hand out towards Jake, who puts them in his hand
“I'll take y/n home.” He says before turning his head to Heeseung “Make sure he gets home”
Jungwons honestly relieved you wanted to go home, because he wanted to as well, annoyed with how the girl from his friend group had been acting, she’s been doing that shit the second they met earlier this summer, but God, he wishes it was you instead
-
The car ride is silent for 5 minutes until you speak
“Seems like you have an admirer.” You say resting your head against your palm looking out the window
“Who, Claire?” He says, knowing that's exactly who
“No, Heeseung” You roll your eyes, he can't help but crack a smile at your sarcasm
He missed that, your smartass comments
He missed you.
“You haven't changed y/n” He says smiling to himself
“Cant say the same for you.” You say finally, turning to look at him
It must be the alcohol that's making you say these things
“Is that a good thing?” He says glancing at you
“I don't know Jungwon, okay?”
He tries not to flinch at the way your tone becomes irritated
He doesn't push you any more though, instead turning the music up for the rest of the drive home.
-
You shove past him when he opens the door to your shared apartment, closing it behind him as he kicks off his shoes
“Y/n.” he calls out as you walk to the dimly lit kitchen
Ignoring him you grab a glass to fill it with water
“Did I do something wrong?” He says suddenly, and you stop in the middle of the kitchen
“Jungwon Im really not in the mood right now to argue-”
“Im not even trying to argue with you? I'm asking you a question- I mean hell, you've been acting weird ever since you got here”
“Me? Acting weird?” You scoff at that
“No, I think it's you who's acting weird. All these new friends, you wanting to go to a fucking party?”
You continue and he just looks at you
“So what, you go to the gym for a few months, get some muscles, learn to dress, and all the sudden wanna become the easiest fuck in the room?”
He looks at you like you've genuinely hurt him, you can't help but feel a little bad
“Y/n you know thats not what this is- I can't help that I grew up. I wasn't going to stay that nerdy kid who couldn't even ask the teacher to use the bathroom in class..”
Of course you knew he was going to grow up, expected it actually.
But why does it just feel like he's grown out of your friendship instead?
“Im going to bed Jungwon.” You say turning to leave, instead of making you stay and talk with him, he just lets you go.
Deep down, he knows he's still that same pushover from high school.
-
The first week of classes passes by quickly, you've memorized where to go, found your favorite coffee spot, you finally feel like you found some comfort here.
You and Jungwon try not to interact with each other, only seeing one another in passing.
He wishes he was like jake, bold enough to actually stop you for once, apologize for god knows what
-
You scroll through your phone, happen to find Claire's instagram, she really is just a attention seeker.
Glancing at the time
12:46 am
When did you become the loser? Staying in on a friday night while Jungwon’s out at some other party.
To be fair, you did get an invite. Not from Jungwon though. Instead from one of the girls in your class, whose outfit you complimented
He only went because Jake dragged him along though
You wouldn't doubt if he's getting all lovey dovey with Claire right now, him and his stupid grey sweatpants, and stupid black shirt that fit him just right.
Hes so fucking clueless. Does he even know that’s like a magnet for horny college girls?
Including yourself.
You almost scream into your pillow with frustration, but stop when you hear the front door open
“Wheres y/n” You immediately recognize Jungwon's voice, and then jakes right after
“She lives here bro. She's probably asleep anyway” He says helping Jungwon get to his room
Why did he have to drink so fucking much tonight. He can't handle his alcohol for shit
“I wanna see her!” Jungwon almost yells
You quickly throw on a hoodie, paired with your pajama shorts
Opening your door and walking out to see Jake holding Jungwon up as if he couldn't walk himself
“Thank fuck your awake, he got absolutely wasted” Jake says looking at you like you’re an angel who just ascended from the sky
Jungwon's eyes light up “Y/N!” suddenly he's able to walk now as he drags you into his arms before sinking to the floor on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against your stomach
You look up at jake, he just shrugs
“He was asking for you all night. wouldn't stop drinking either. Said he'd only stop if I brought him back..” Jake says looking down at Jungwon, Damn, he's got it bad
“Yeah I can see that.. He's absolutely gone”
“You smell so good y/n” Jungwon says as he pressed his face against your hoodie as if he was going to inhale your whole body
“Okay! Lets get you up bro-” Jake says lifting jungwon up and balancing against his side, Damn hes heavy
“A little help here?” He says, you grab Jungwon's arm, helping him get to his room
You've never seen Jungwon like this, drunk, all though you do enjoy the way his pupils are dilated, and his cheeks are flush, you try not to smile at the way the tips of his ears are almost bright pink
You and Jake work together to get Jungwon on his bed
“You are so gonna regret this tomorrow man.” Jake says before facing you
“Alright, I'm headed out, good luck!.. I'll see you” Jake says quickly
You just nod as you watch the way Jungwon buries his face in his pillow
He walks out of the bedroom but stops before saying “He also likes to sleep half naked!”
“Wait what?” You don't register it till he's closed your apartment door behind him.
Jungwon reaches for the end of his shirt dragging it over his head, you pause watching him
“Jungwon, what are you doing?”
You say trying not to look at his very toned stomach
“Mmph- its hot” He says in a whiny voice
Why did you kind of like that
He moves for his pants next
“Woah! Uhm do you really need to-”
He ignores you as he slides his sweatpants off and throws them on the ground
All that he has left is some black Calvin Klein boxers.
Damn. He could quit school and genuinely model for them if he wanted to.
Turning his head to look at you “Y/n” he says in an almost pathetic tone
“Yes?” you say holding your breath
“Im sorry” He says looking at you with his big brown eyes
“What are you apologizing for?”
“Everything..” He says before suddenly pulling you onto the bed with him so you're lying beside him
“What are you doing Won-”
“Just lay with me? Please? Like we did when we binged the whole marvel series last year”
You cant help but smile at the memory, its like your body remembered it too, scooting closer to him as you tucked into his side
“I'm sorry too, Jungwon.” you say looking up at him
But he's already asleep. You just sigh before closing your eyes, the feeling of his warm chest, and steady breathing making you fall asleep instantly as well.
-
The second he wakes up he feels his headache immeditly “Fuck” he says rubbing the side of his head with two fingers before looking down at you
Your hand was dangerously close to his crotch right now, resting on his lower stomach
He tries to recall back to what happened last night, remembering Jake brought him home and- no way he did that.
He curses himself for getting carried away with the drinks at the party
You let out a sound as you nuzzle your head into his side more
With his dick already hard as hell in the mornings, he tries to think of anything to calm himself down, practically holding his breath
You dont even know what youre doing to him in this moment, fuck- hes been wanting your hands on him forever
Your thumb is absently rubbing small circles on his stomach, he can't help the tingling feeling he's getting as his dick gets exited from the touch
Jungwon lets out a strangled sound resisting the urge to move your hand just a little lower
That's what wakes you up. You slowly open your eyes blinking up at him, he looks panicked.
His eyes are furrowed together and his lip looks like it's about to bleed from how hard he's biting it.
“Jungwon- are you okay? Does your head hurt? You say in a sleepy tone sitting up and rubbing your eyes
He could care less about his head hurting when you look that fucking good waking up.
He immediately takes the blanket from his bed and covers his throbbing hard on
You raise your eyebrow “What are you doing?”
“I- well- I need to like” He can't seem to get a full sentence out
You let your eyes fall to the blanket covering his lower half before getting an idea
Catching him completely off guard you yank the blanket aside to see what he was hiding
Your jaw practically drops open as you look at the tint in his boxers, fuck hes huge.
Jungwon reacts quickly standing up and covering his dick with his hands as he looks at you in shock
You both just stare at eachother
“I'm sorry y/n- I didnt mean to.. It just happens” He says panicked, you can see a bead of sweat roll down his forehead
“Its fine Jungwon, I understand its like a normal body reaction or whatever” You say trying to avoid looking at him
“Im gonna-”
“Yeah me too” you say before getting out his bed so fast its like you were gone in a blink
You close your own bedroom door leaning against it, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding
Thanking yourself for getting out of there, because if you stayed even a moment longer, you’d definitely get on your knees for him just to help him out
You try not to pay attention to the way you feel yourself get wet at the thought of it
What has gotten into you?
Jungwon steps into the shower, turning it to its coldest setting. Trying to do anything to get rid of the way his dick is practically pulsing.
He looks down at the tip- it almost looks mad at him for not doing anything about it
He lifts his hand to steady himself against the shower wall before wrapping his hand around his length, groaning at the contact
He begins moving his hand slowly, closing his eyes
“F-fuck-” He cant help but let out pathetic little noises, his mind drifting to you, the things hed do for this to be you stroking his cock instead
Picking up his pace he tries not to let any sounds out, but it only makes him whimper even more as he quickens his speed, he thinks about the way your lips would feel on him, when his mind starts drifting to how your pussy would feel tightening around him-
“Nghh- y/n” he lets out as he paints the shower wall in his cum, making a mess on his hands, and thighs as well
He leans his head against his hand on the wall cursing himself for thinking about his best friend that way.
-
You and Jungwon have been getting closer as the days go on, he tries to invite you to hangout with his friend group whenever he gets the chance.
You appreciate him trying to include you.
Not missing the way girls constantly look at him, asking for his number in public. Him blushing when they say he's handsome.
He fucking thrives off the attention.
“Sorry y/n, I didn't think we'd be talking for that long..” He says coming back to your shared table at your favorite coffee shop
The barista had asked for his number, and was clearly flirting with him in front of you.
why are you even jealous, he's not even yours.
“It's fine. I don't really care.” you say continuing to type something on your laptop to busy yourself
He notices the way your tone changes
“I didn't give her my number” He says quietly, he doesn't know why, it's not really any of your business, right?
Your look up at him, he's avoiding your gaze
“You don't have to say anything” He takes a sip of his coffee before focusing on his own computer
-
“I was thinking, and remember when we used to have those movie nights?” Jungwon says turning down the music of the car while driving
How can someone driving be so attractive, you watch the way his fingers flex as they curl on the steering wheel
“How could I forget” You smile looking at his face
“We used to look forward to them all week” He says letting out a laugh
“The arguing over whether to put gummy bears in the popcorn” You say stifling a laugh as you covered your mouth with your hand to hold it in
“They totally melted because you practically burned the popcorn!” Jungwon defends
“Because you didn’t tell me how much time it needed!” You say with a pouty voice
He rolls his eyes smiling, while focusing on the road
“Well I was thinking, why don't we have one tonight?” He says glancing at you
“I mean it doesn't have to be anything extravagant- we could just order something” he offers
“Yeah sure” you say, not hesitating a second
“Okay, um” he chuckles nervously “Ill look for a movie so we don't argue over which one to choose”
“Because you know I'll win?” you tease
“You never stop until you do” He smiles to himself
-
Jungwon: come on man
Jungwon: can you be serious for like 5 minutes
Jake: i dont watch movies like that tho
Jungwon sighs in frustration, he doesn't know what the hell to put on tonight, which is why he's resorted to asking Jake
Jake: actually i do have something in mind
Jungwon picks up his phone again when he gets the notification
Jungwon: i need an answer like now
Jake: bro chill tf out
Jake: ur overthinking this way too much
Jungwon: just say the movie already im desperate here
3 minutes pass
Jungwon: you’re edging me rn
Jake: so its only okay when y/n edges you 😒
Jungwon: yes.
Jake: you know damn well she's never done that😂
Jake: 50 shades of grey
Jake: That's the movie
Jungwon: whats it abt?
Jake: It's like a rom com thing, she'll love it. girls usually do
Jungwon: thanks, txt u later
Jake: Have fun 😏
Jungwon puts his phone away before going out to the living room, only to see you there already
“Did you find a movie?” you say looking at him as he walks around till he's in front of you
“Yeah, 50 shades of-”
You almost choke on air, Jungwon looks at you with a worried face
“50 shades of grey?” you say looking at him like he has two heads
What the hell does he know about that movie?
“Have you seen it?” He tilts his head to the side
“Um- well ive heard of it” You say as he sits next to you on the couch
“Oh, well even better right? we can blind react”
He grabs the remote, going to netflix to look it up
-
What the fuck did Jake reccomend to him.
Jungwon is trying to remain calm with your head on his chest, he can feel his dick straining against his pants
This is pretty much porn. He's pretty much watching porn with you right now.
He managed to put a pillow on his lap so you can't tell how hard he is right now
But you're well aware. With the way his heart is racing under your palm, you're not stupid.
You know the pillow method guys like to use
Once the sex scene is finished he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding
You grab the remote to pause the movie
“Jungwon, are you good?” You say looking at him
“Y-yeah im fine”
“Why are you so..fidgety?”
“And what's with the pillow” You raise your eyebrow, knowing exactly what's up with it
You cant help but think how good he looks. Almost pathetic.
You don't give him time to reply before snatching the pillow off his lap, your eyes going wide at the sight in front of you
He's wearing some thin loungepants right now, you can practically make out the shape of it, you can feel yourself already dripping in your underwear at the thought of what it looks like flushed, and leaking
He covers his face in embarrassment, cheeks going pink
“This is so embarrassing y/n-”
He whimpers out the rest of your name when you move your hand along the length of it in his pants
Oh so he's vocal? You smirk at the way he throws his head back
“Did you get turned on by the movie won?” You ask, tone innocent
You feel his dick throb against your hand, you haven't even moved it yet
You move your hand up and down, almost petting it through his pants
“F-fuck” he says looking down at the way you glide your hand over his pants, his mouth hanging open
You don't think twice before smashing your lips against his, he's shocked at first, but melts into it almost immediately
You squeeze him making him moan into your mouth, smiling against his
He lifts his hips desperately moving to get his pants, and underwear off
“Can you take this off too?” you say tugging at his shirt
He immediately complies, leaving him bare
Your eyes go over his biceps, his abs- fuck he looks even better like this
There's just something about the way you’re fully dressed, and he's completely naked beside you, his throbbing dick moving on its own with how hard it is
You press your mouth against his, before moving your hand back to his cock, you don't fully wrap your hand around it, instead deciding to tease him a little..
You put your palm on the tip, rubbing it in slow circles
“Y/n-” he says against your lips, his tongue licking your mouth carelessly, as if he can't go 5 seconds without keeping it in
You wrap your hand around the tip, squeezing it
He lets out a pained moan at that
He's thrusting trying to get you to move your hand
“Desperate now are we?” you say looking down at the way he bucks his hips
“Please” He says through a whimper
“Mm..I think you need to say sorry first..” you say moving your hand to his thigh
He whimpers at the warmness of your hand being taken away
“M’ sorry, im sorry for what I did” He says with a pleading look in his eyes
“For being an attention seeking slut?” You say looking for any sign of lying in his eyes
“Yes! please- im sorry y/n” he looks like he’s about to cry, you almost laugh
You move your hand, working it up and down, fisting his cock
Jungwon is a mumbling mess right now, whispering your name through desperation
“That feels so good-” he says leaning his head back against the couch cushions, exposing his neck
“Does she make you feel this good Jungwon?” you say moving your hand in a slow rhythm
“W-who- no one makes me feel this good”
“So Claire’s never had you like this?” you say, kissing softly near his ear
“A pathetic needy mess beneath her?”
“No! I- I didn’t want her, I wanted it to be you” he says thrusting his cock into the air for any sense of relief
“Yeah?” you say picking up your pace
He nods frantically at that
You move your hand faster as you kiss his neck, gently
You suck on his adams apple picking up your pace
He's thrusting into your hand like a dog in heat
“I'm gonna cum! Please!” he says, lost in the pleasure
You stop moving your hand
He lets out a choked sob
“No- No y/n please, I cant- I need to cum please” He says looking at you with pleading eyes
“I dont think you deserve it though..”
“Ill do anything y/n please, im sorry-”
He watches as you lean against the end of the couch, and take off your shorts, leaving you in your underwear
You spread your legs and his eyes immediately go to your clothed core, your panties are absolutely soaked, he can make out the shape of your pussy with how much they are sticking to your skin right now
Jungwon could care less about his own release when you're sitting here, like his next meal
He gets what your saying right away, moving to position himself between your legs on the couch
He plants small kisses on your inner thigh, making you bite your lip while running your hands through his disheveled hair
“You look so pretty like this” You say and he looks up at you, your pussy clecnches at the sight
He plants a kiss on your clothed clit, gentle, trying to savor this moment
You let out the cutest noise at that, making him smile against you
He buries his nose in between your legs taking a long drag “Fuck you smell so good”
He can feel his dick leaking pre cum at the smell of your natural scent
You can't help but blush
He locks his teeth at the top of your waist band before dragging your underwear down your legs smoothly
His eyes immediately lock with your bare pussy, right before him.
He can't believe what's happening right now.
Your hips buck at the sudden coolness of the air hitting your most sensitive part
He drags his finger along your slit, before bringing it up to his mouth and sucking his finger
“Mmm..tastes even better” He doesnt give you a warning before he's latching his lips onto your clit, sucking it like a lollipop
“F-fuck jungwon!” you say tugging at his hair
He makes out with your pussy in such a sloppy way, it has your juices coating his face right away
You push yourself up against him, grinding upwards on his face
Moaning when he shoves his tongue in your hole, before he's back focusing on your clit, flicking his tongue at such an insane pace your legs start shaking
He uses his hands to spread your legs further, pushing them up till they're almost touching your chest as he teases you with kitten licks on your sensitive bud
You lift yourself up more to grind on his nose, he takes that as a sign to stretch your hole out with his tongue
“Im gonna cum Jungwon-”
At that, he grinds on the couch, any sort of friction will do right now- hes fucking desperate
He moves his tongue faster, at the same way he moves his hips, thrusting into the couch wishing it was you
You let out the most pornographic moan with his name on your tongue as he slurps anything, and everything your giving him, at the same time he shoots ropes of cum onto the couch beneath him, making a mess, groaning into your pussy
His dick is still throbbing, hard at the thought of what's next
He needs to be inside you.
You can't even get a word out when he's starts kissing his his way up your body to your mouth
His tongue exploring your mouth further, letting you taste yourself on his tongue
“W-won” You let out when you feel his fingers slip under your tank top to pull and twist your nipples
“You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that” he says lifting your tank top till its resting above your chest, and instantly grabbing both of your boobs with his hands
You whimper because of how sensitive you are right now
“Next time will you let me fuck your tits?” He asks looking down at you
You nod frantically, the idea of him cumming on your face after that makes your legs tighten around his hips
He sits up slightly guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance, sliding it in slowly
“Shit - you're so fucking tight” he says biting his lip struggling to contain his sounds
He begins moving in and out of you at a slow pace, before picking up his speed fucking in and out of you, you claw at his back leaving marks that will for sure be visible tomorrow
He smiles at the idea of everyone knowing how good he fucks you
You’re moaning in his ear
“You’re taking me so well” He says as he kisses your neck
“W-wait Jungwon” He pauses looking at you
“I wanna ride you-” You say looking up at him with those adorable eyes
He doesn't hesitate, or complain as he moves you both until he sitting down and your on top of him, while still keeping his dick inside you
You hold onto his shoulders before lifting yourself up and back down on him
“Fuck!” He says letting out a choked moan
You repeat that motion over and over again, grinding on his dick, reaching all the right places
He takes your tit in his mouth as his other hand comes to roll your nipple in between his fingers
You hold his head closer to you, grinding down harder as you feel yourself getting closer
He looks up at you like you’re a goddess, his mouth hanging open letting out those pathetic little whimpers you've grown to love
He moves his hand down till he rubs your clit, the same way he was just playing with your nipples, pressing against it with the perfect amount of pressure
“Im close-” you say moving your hips faster
He can feel himself getting close too, his own hips moving so he can thrust into you more, pushing himself deeper
You feel yourself clenching around his dick as you ride your orgasm out, his cum shooting into you, the warmness of it makes your body twitch around him
“D-dont get up y/n” jungwon says looking up at you again
“I don't want a drop to go to waste” He says looking down at where you two connect
“Then lets stay like this” you say before capturing his lips in a kiss
His body relaxes as you wrap your arms around him
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Bonus !
“So what im gathering is that you and y/n wouldn’t be dating if it weren't for my expert movie picking skills” Jake says with a proud smirk on his face
“Dude what? IM saying that you set me up for failure with that movie, even if it ended how I wanted-”
“No thank you is crazy..”
“I swear if she stopped being friends with me after that I would have actually killed you”
“Then who would be able to give you such good advice?” Jake says giving jungwon a look of pure pride
“The way you just ignored everything I sa-” He stops when he sees your notification on his phone, swiping up immediately
You: When will you be home jungwonn
You: -Image attachment-
He can feel his dick already getting hard
You: I'm lonely 😕
Jungwon: Dont move, Im on my way right now
You: Okay :)
“Let me guess, y/n” jake says knowingly
“Sorry man, it's kind of important” Jungwon says shrugging as he gets up
“Yeah you’re easy as fuck” Jake just laughs
“You’ll be just like me when you actually commit to a girl” Jungwon smirks as he grabs his keys from the counter
“You already know im not committing for shit” Jake says proudly
Jungwon just rolls his eyes smiling as he rushes out, making his way to you..
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We love whimpering pathetic men, especially when its Jungwon
Hope you guys liked, this was sitting in my drafts for a while
synopsis the priests nephew might not be as god-fearing as you thought.
cw smut, unprotected p in v (wrap b4 u tap!) fingering religious stuff ooppss guys .. jakes also a preacher also lowkey manipulative sorry…….. power dynamics, yn a virgin & doesnt know sex stuff, im Christian so i never did confession lmk whats wrong .. :-( so so so much god talk , Dacryphilia if u squint
“Father forgive me, for I have sinned. It has been… I’m not sure how many days since my last confession.”
“Four days.”
“It’s been four days since my last confession.”Sitting in the confessional, face looking forward as the noise tunes in next to you. The mans airy voice from the other side, “continue.”
You nodded, not like he could see you, anyways. “I have to confess that I lied, I was asked a question and I omitted, I’m sorry.”
“What did you lie about?” There it was, his voice inquisitive, like he wanted to know about what you had to say, he only cares because he gets paid to.
“I was asked if I prayed before bed. If I prayed for God to protect me before my body is at the most vulnerable. I said I did, but I didn’t,” your hands gripped onto the edge of your skirt, flipping it up ever so slightly to keep you occupied.
“And why did you do that?”
“I’m not sure. I just felt like I needed to.”
“How often do you lie, y/n?”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to say my name,” your head turned, looking at the man who was separated from you between a small chain window. You realize now this wasn’t the usual priest, but his nephew you had seen around.
“I’m the middle man between you and God right now, he told me to say your name,” Jake told you, he was already looking at you.
You could only nod, “I’m not sure that’s how it works.”
“Who here is in charge?”
A silence washed over the both of you before you answered a small “you.”
“Exactly,” he ran a hand through his brown hair, then fixed his suit that he wore. “So, answer my question.”
“I lie often. Something inside of me tells me that I need to and I always listen,” this small booth was starting to make you claustrophobic. You were unsure if the rising temperature was because the heater or confessing.
“Do you know who the voice is?”
“The devil.”
“Correct,” he coughed slightly, only clearing his throat. “What do they say about the devil?”
“An idle brain invites the devil in.”
“Good girl.”
Your breath hitches. His words crawl your mind, nuzzling a spot into your brain. You weren’t so sure how you were able to feel, not so sure what it was supposed to mean either. You turn your head towards him to see him still looking at you through the small window.
“And that is all I have to confess. And for these sins I am truly repentant and ask you, Father, for your guidance, prayers, and absolution,” You say fast, palms pressed against each other in front of you to pray, head down and eyes closed.
Jake nods, despite you not being able to see it, quickly copying your actions and mumbling the words to your absolution (which never was quick, everyone took their time).
You leave soon after, mostly out of the uncomfortable feeling that now sat deep inside you. You needed to go home and figure out whatever it was.
Which you did… sort of.
You got home, put your things down, and immediately went to the cross that sat in your house. It was in your living room, the size of your torso, screwed to the wall like it was the only thing it needed.
You dropped to your knees and closed your eyes, repeating the prayer position you had just done. “Our father who art thou in heaven…” you mumble, words slipping from you like muscle memory rather than belief. “Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come.” You felt the same as before, unholy and sinful.
You open your eyes and look at the cross looming above you, the silver jesus and the nails to signify his crucification. You’ve had this your whole life, something you inherited from your parents when you moved out, yet now it feels like it’s almost accusing you of something.
You stand up, dusting your knees off and turning back. Trying to get the lord off your mind from any possible sins you will commit.
He’s all forgiving, he’ll understand the sudden insatiable pit you feel in your stomach. You’ve never felt this way before, unclear on why exactly you did.
You walked to your bedroom, trying to do everything to distract you. You look in your closet, change out of your church clothes, make your bed. Everything you had to do, was done by the end of the hour.
But it didn’t help, the feeling still there.
Your bed was comfortable, almost like it could be a distraction, a sign even. Something the lord up in Heaven gave you to help your needs.
Your needs.
You stare at the ceiling with your hand on your stomach, the white paint peeling slowly in a corner of the room. What were your needs? As a human, you needed water and food — but what did you need exactly?
Your hand starts to drift down almost subconsciously, meeting the top of your pajama shorts you had changed in to.
This was a sin, you were aware of it more than anything. Millions of verses flooded through your mind, different people flooded your brain with their opinions and disgust.
Everything leaves the minute your hand finds your clit. You were unsure what to do, trying to move your fingers at a pace that doesn’t hurt.
Using your pointer and your middle fingers, you find your rhythm, moving in a circular motion that brought ease to the mess you felt. A small moan left your lips, something you were unaware could even happen. You felt the sensation climb up your body, getting rid of the feeling you had prior.
Your fingers continue to move faster, your stomach tied in knots in a way you couldn’t yet tell if it was good or bad.
When the feeling was too overbearing, a loud moan left your lips and something coming out of you.
You weren’t sure exactly what it was, but you were embarrassed nonetheless. You committed an act of sin, something you found yourself doing often nowadays. How were you supposed to feel?
The pit in your stomach soon returned and all you could think about was how you were going to phrase your next confession.
“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It’s been one day since my last confession,” your hands gripped the bible in your lap, refusing to look at it but needing some form of reassurance.
“Continue.”
Fuck. It was Jake again. Where was your pastor? Why did he continue to leave you with his nephew?
“I have committed a sin that is going to get me in trouble,” you admitted sheepishly, fingers going between the pages.
“Just admit it, God is forgiving,” he tells you. His voice soft, almost telling you that you can believe him.
You took a deep breath, your eyes closed shut before you admit it. “I let the devil order me around again. He told me too—“ You bit your lip, taking a moment to think about your next words, “he told me to give in to my… urges.”
“Urges?” Jake’s voiced changed. Once soft and warm, now completely different. “What urges?”
“You know… urges,” you tried to inform him, embarrassment creeping up your face.
“Like, sexual urges?” He asked you. You could hear him turning his body to look at you in the small booth.
You could only nod, not wanting to answer anymore.
“Well, what’d you do?”
The question lingered too long, stretching the silence until it felt like it was suffocating you. The booth suddenly seemed smaller and the air thicker.
You swallowed, nails digging into the thin leather cover of the Bible as if it could help you. “I shouldn’t say,” you whispered.
Jake exhaled slowly, “this is confession,” he said. “There’s nothing you can say here that God hasn’t already seen.”
Your pulse thudded in your ears. “I… lost control,” you admitted.
Another pause. Then, you hear the door open.
You refuse to look up, to look anywhere, really. You were a sinner, he probably left because he was disappointed.
Your door opened soon, lighting your world with the suns rays. Jake stood there, his outfit (a dress up white shirt and slacks) wrinkly.
“What did you do?” He asked again. Tension filled the air, you debated whether this was the devils work or not. “Show me,” he ordered you when you didn’t speak. He grabbed the bible off your lap and threw it to God knows where.
You looked at him, eyes wide. He just told you to sin… again. You came here to beg the Heavenly father for forgiveness and Jake wants you to sin? In front of, not only him, but the hundreds of Jesus paraphernalia around you?
His eyes never left your hand, watching as you slowly lifted your skirt (which didn’t help in your case, barely going past the tops of your thighs).
Your bruised knees split, allowing him to see your core. Awkwardly, you moved the tips of your ring and middle finger on top of your clothed clit. You rubbed small circles on it, leaning back to allow you to get more comfortable.
You looked at him the entire time, his eyes glued to your actions as if he could heal you. Your teeth plunged into your bottom lip, attempting to conceal the noises that were trying to escape from you.
“Do you like that?” He asked you, eyes full of hunger while he watched.
You shook your head slowly, “it’s not enough. I don’t know how to get more.”
He nods, tongue poking his cheek like he’s debating on something before speaking, “can I try?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. Him, try? Isn’t that the opposite reason for why you were here?
He noticed your confused expression, moving his body closer before you answered. “It’s Gods will.”
You didn’t answer, moving your hand to allow him free rein. He wasted no time, hands gripping the sides of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs to your heels.
Your core was cold, hit with a sudden burst of air as if God was warning you.
Your thoughts left you the minute you feel something slip inside of you. Everything left you, really. A moan escaped your lips before you could even process what happened, eyes squeezing at the sudden fullness you felt.
“Open.”
You looked at his face, now he looked haunted. As if it wasn’t him, but something else entirely.
His fingers began thrusting inside of you, pushing in to open you even more. You tried to close your legs, to move, to do anything to stop this sensation. But he stayed inside of you, moving his fingers back and forth like it was second nature to him.
You couldn’t hold it back, releasing your moans like a second language.
Jake enjoyed this view, watching you moved like you needed to in order to survive. He liked watching you grab every thing you can as if it could save you. Your hands, that squeezed so hard he could see your veins, were shaking from the sensation. Your whole body was shaking, your core tightening as he continued. He was in power, anything he said you had to do. He was a man of God after all, everything he did was to protect the patrons of the Church of Saint Luther.
“Ja— fuck!— jake,” you moaned out, unable to stop. Your body tried to move instinctively, the feeling building up was new, uncomfortable even. He didn’t respond, continuing to work you open until you became undone on his fingers.
The brim of your eyes were filled with tears that threatened to fall out, body shaking, and despite him not moving his fingers, you were still moaning at the sensation.
“How did that make you feel?” He asked, moving his fingers ever so slightly again. His sleeve rolled up and hair falling in front of his eyes ever so slightly.
You nodded, “so so good.”
You moaned as he slowly retreated his fingers, looking in your eyes while he slowly put them in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, letting a whimper escape him because of you.
His fingers left his mouth and into you again, scooping up whatever he could before putting the digits in your mouth.
“You taste how good you are?” His head moved fast, dipping onto your neck. He swapped between kissing to sucking while you sucked on his fingers, dragging your tongue slowly on them.
“You want more?” He whispered into your ear after he kissed your helix. His fingers leaving your mouth to go to the button of his slacks.
“Please— God, please!”
In an instant, his slacks fell down to his ankles, his boxers down to his knees. Jake gave himself a few pumps, letting the precum slide down his tip onto the floor like it was practiced.
His hands placed on your legs, lifting them up from the bench you sat, holding them above his shoulders.
He entered himself into you fast, like he had done it before with some other girl. Your eyes shut when he entered, his cock, while not the longest, was definitely thick. It stretched you so much, it burnt.
Tears spilled from your eyes, falling down your face in a precise motion to drop on the bench. Jake shushed you, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your lips. His hips moved back, making him exit you, then a quick thrust in.
“Jake—“ the burning turned to pleasure, every inch of you wanting more. Needing more of everything he has to offer.
His pace is consistent, hands gripping onto your waist so hard that it surely will leave bruises long after you’re done. “You slut, you want this cock so bad you’re taking it at church?”
Your eyes open at his statements, taking in the surroundings. You almost forgot, the place of worship is the place you’re losing your innocence. “It’s not like that—“ your words got interrupted when Jake’s pace started to speed up. His hips were slapping into yours, his balls hitting your ass, and his lips sucking hickies on your neck.
If you were to die, this is what would play in Heaven.
Your volume increases with his pace, hitting into you while you’re already sensitive from your previous climax. You were close, so close. He could tell by the way you were clenching around him. Jake didn’t care, bringing a hand to grip your throat and squeezing it every so often.
You came again soon after, but he didn’t slow, continuing to pound into it like his life depended on it. He finished inside of you, his white sticky liquid painting your insides like it had never been before.
The both of you were panting, trying to catch your breath over such a sinful act.
Jake pulled himself out of you, watching as his cum spilt out of you while he did so. He bit his lip and looked between it and you, “you liked that?”
You could only nod, your words stuck in your throat and your heart hammering out of your chest.
He helps clean you up and puts your clothes back on. He hands you his water bottle that he brings for when he’s preaching, letting you indirectly kiss him when you drink from the opening.
“I have to go,” you mumbled after a second of silence, not daring to look him in the eyes.
He moved your head to look at him, staring at you with an intensity you weren’t sure what it could mean. He kissed you again, slow, sensual, and completely different from what he done just a second ago. “See you next Sunday?”
You nodded, collecting your purse and start walking out. When you get to your car you sit and think, hands on the wheel as you realize. He wants to do it again next week?
perv! eddie who knows your steves girlfriend but that doesnt stop him from attending the harrington pool party, going into steves room to grab your used panties and hold them to his face while he watches you in your bikini through the upstairs window.
Steve's Girl
Perv!Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: It’s unfair. It’s simply unfair that Eddie has to exist in your presence while you’re not his—while you’re Steve’s. It’s especially unfair when you’re wearing next to nothing, and consistently on the verge of a wardrobe malfunction with the way your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off you.
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, perv!Eddie this, perv!Eddie that, but now get ready for: gross!perv!Eddie, masturbation, cumming in pants, panty sniffing, panty licking, Eddie’s a little gross fr, drinking, alexa play Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield, yearning, Eddie being a peeping tom, every body is a bikini body, reader is described to have breasts that have a little jiggle to em and spill out to the sides when chest down, Eddie’s pretty delusional ngl, allusions to sex, lmk if I missed anything!
A/N: Anon, you awakened something with this idea, so give yourself a pat on the back. Also, I took some creative liberties, of course. Can’t believe this fic already has 1k+ notes. The people yearn for perv!Eddie, I guess. Luckily, I come bearing gifts. Also also, in that post, I said I couldn’t write more than a blurb for all the perv!Eddie requests, but here we are. Mind you, this is the second one I’ve written. If I keep writing those requests like actual fics, we’re gonna be chewing on perv!Eddie for a while. Go read Entropy!!! I worked very hard on it.
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Eddie couldn’t take it anymore—especially after the last time Steve tossed you into the water, your screaming, flailing body nearly flashing everyone when your bikini top came undone upon your violent landing. You breached the surface, sputtering coughs, your hair slicked back from the weight of the water. One hand clutched the strings on your chest, haphazardly holding the little triangles in place as you struggled to maintain your modesty, splashing your boyfriend in punishment.
“Steve! Stop!”
Your whining drawl sent shockwaves through Eddie’s body. You weren’t mewling his name, but just hearing the tone you’d probably use nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. Not to mention the way you weren’t doing a very good job of hiding your breasts as they spilled out of the top. From his perch in the shallow end, he could tell they were supple—and he’d die to feel the weight of them in his hands.
So he had to leave. Of course he had to leave.
There’s no hiding an erection in the thin material that makes up his swim trunks. Even if he did what he usually does when you’re around and tucked it up into his waistband, the imprint would still show. Plus, with his lack of a shirt, the thick, ruddy tip would be peeking out.
He’d be mortified if somebody saw how hard he was, but it’d be even more embarrassing if they saw how leaky his cock was. For Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington’s girlfriend, of all people.
Eddie already felt like he was on thin ice just being Steve’s friend, considering how popular the guy once was in high school—and how painfully unpopular Eddie had been. It’s a miracle they even became friends, but Dustin Henderson has an uncanny ability of bringing strangers together. However, if the guy knew how much Eddie’s been perving on his girlfriend, it’d be over for him
So, without any flimsy excuses, he slips out of the pool, quietly sneaking away as you and Nancy giggle at the childish splash fight between Jonathan and Steve. Swiping a colorful beach towel from the top of the pile on the nearest sun-lounger, Eddie hurries inside, carefully sliding the glass door shut behind him.
A shiver runs down his spine at the sudden shift in temperature—from the sweltering summer heat to the chilling blast of A/C in Steve’s giant home. Waddling away from the door, the towel wrapped tightly around his hips, he peeks into the kitchen, noting the mess of red Solo cups and pizza boxes left behind from earlier.
A shriek pulls his attention to the window over the kitchen sink. Entranced, Eddie stops to watch as you use Nancy’s shoulders to launch yourself upward, your upper body rising out of the water, sunlight dancing across your wet skin. His mouth parts slightly in awe, his vision narrowing to the way the water slides down your body, tracing terrain he’s only ever dreamed of touching.
The close placement of your hands on her slender shoulders, combined with the slight forward lean of your body as you struggle to find balance in the air, pushes your breasts together—nearly spilling out of your flimsy top again. His cock is throbbing, and he can almost feel the precum pulsing out of his tip in a steady rhythm—in perfect tune with your laugh.
Another shout breaks him from his reverie as he realizes you're trying—successfully—to shove the poor girl underwater. An amused huff escapes him as a ghost of a smile pulls at his lips.
You're unlike any woman he's ever met. Ever since Steve introduced you to him—claiming you as his girlfriend right away, almost as if afraid your alluring charm might infect another man—Eddie's been enamored. He’s been infected. Everything you do is like watching a fallen angel walk among men, pretending to be just another girl.
Glancing from your attempted-drowning-turned-water-fight to the other guys, Eddie notices Steve pulling himself out of the pool. The glass door doesn’t muffle much sound, so the last thing he hears before fleeing upstairs is your idle exchange with Steve as the man approaches it.
“Will you get me another one, too? Also, where the hell did Eddie go?”
“He’s probably in the bathroom or something. And, yeah, gimme your koozie.”
Taking the carpeted stairs two at a time, Eddie moves quickly, hoping to avoid being seen by Steve. There’s no way he can go back downstairs until he deals with the situation in his pants. Wishing it away is pointless. If he’s going to spend the day around you, it’s bound to come back—again and again—until he does something to relieve the tension.
Slipping into the first room he finds, he realizes very quickly it’s Steve’s bedroom. There’s gnarly-looking wallpaper, a poster of a mysterious hot woman, some random sports medals, and polaroids of you on the mirror attached to the dresser. Gently closing the door behind him, Eddie unwraps the towel from his body. About to chuck it into the laundry basket in the closet, he stops when he notices a pair of women’s panties on the top of the nearly-full basket.
His eyes don’t stray from their target as he alters his original course, tossing the wet towel onto Steve’s neatly made bed instead. The quiet thump of the soaked fabric goes unnoticed as he shuffles closer to the hamper, utterly enthralled—like he’s been enchanted by the mere possibility of catching your scent, your essence.
With a reverence akin to that of a holy man cradling a sacred relic, he gently picks up the panties, noting the faint, dried white-ish stain on the gusset. His cautious gaze flicks toward the closed bedroom door, ears straining for any sound from downstairs—any hint of a distraction. Only once he hears Steve’s muffled voice calling your name and the slam of the glass door sliding shut does he exhale, relief softening his shoulders.
Slowly, Eddie brings the underwear to his face, shoving his nose against the stiff fabric of the crotch. His eyes roll back as he takes a big whiff, knees almost buckling at the heady scent. A strained groan tumbles past his lips; his cock jumps in his thin swim shorts, almost in recognition—like it knows your scent, like it’s had the pleasure of being this close to you before.
Holding the panties to his face, Eddie’s parted mouth softly brushes against the hardened discharge. The feel of you on his lips has him sucking in a stuttering breath, his cock flexing and leaking another dribble of precum.
Addicted to the texture and musky smell, he bobs his head against the gusset, repeatedly running his lips over the stain. An idea pops into his mind, and not a single part of him tries to stop what he does next.
Tentatively, Eddie lets his tongue slip past his parted lips, giving a small lick to the stain.
“Oh, god. Oh, f–fuck,” he groans, his voice stuttering.
His abdomen contracts as he feels his cock jumping in his shorts. Warmth spreads through his body and it feels like all his cum is rushing right up to the tip, desperate to be released. One more lick—more certain and needy this time—sends him over the edge. Eddie shoves your underwear harder into his face, like he could live in your scent, like you’d become real in front of him—your legs spread as he devours your soaked cunt, reveling in your mewling moans, the tone the same as he heard earlier.
A muffled whine escapes his throat as his hips jerk with need, aching to be inside what he can only imagine feels like heaven—after all, you are an angel. Every nerve in his body goes up in flames, the clenching in his abdomen feels like a ball of fire tumbling around. Whimpers leave his breathy lips as his length jerks violently, unhappily constrained in his shorts, with very little relief. But the lack of stimulation doesn’t stop his orgasm—he has your intoxicating scent to thank for that.
Ropes of cum shoot out of his throbbing tip, joining the chlorine in soaking his shorts. Unable to stop himself, Eddie continues to rub his nose and mouth against your dirty underwear, relishing the closeness he feels to you.
The ecstasy doesn’t last long, though. As quick as it came, his orgasm fizzles out after a few strong aftershocks that leave him shivering. Another stuttering breath escapes his lips as he tries to control his breathing.
Once he’s fully come down, he pulls the underwear away from his face, already missing your scent. His softening cock twitches in his wet shorts, covered in cum. The sensation isn’t as uncomfortable as orgasming in dry clothing—Eddie would know, you’ve been plaguing him for a while. Before you, he had never experienced the humiliating euphoria of cumming in his underwear. But now, well, it’s almost a weekly occurrence. So he’s not fazed by the sticky situation.
Suddenly, Eddie remembers the polaroids of you stuck to the mirror. He meant to go look at those after disposing of his towel, but then he got distracted by the one thing that has made him feel the most delusionally close to you since he bought the same perfume you use.
Shoving the panties into his pocket, he hopes the chlorine smell doesn’t overpower your natural scent—he needs it like he needs air. He picks up the towel, throwing it into the basket before turning toward the mirror.
When he sees the photos of your beautiful face, it feels like his heart has grown wings, fluttering throughout his chest. Some of them have Steve in them, but he doesn’t even notice—he only sees you.
One polaroid shows you in a bikini similar to the one that caused him to flee the party, and the sight makes his cock twitch again. He can feel warmth blooming low in his gut as he takes in the other photos. Some of them are posed, others candid, but all of them capture your effervescent smile. Eddie’s convinced the shine of your grin could solar power all of New York City. He knows it.
He hovers there for a bit, just admiring your face, your body—the laugh he can almost hear through the pictures. Without thinking, he palms himself, ignoring the slight squish caused by his earlier actions. He can’t help himself, you ignite something salacious and uncontrolled inside him—something insatiable.
A nagging, logical voice stops him, though. He can’t do this again. He already doesn’t know what he’s going to do about his soiled swim trunks—he can’t just go back into the pool after this. He’s gross, but he’s not that gross. Although, the thought of you practically bathing in his cum does cause the blood from his brain to rush south. His seed could make its way inside you and you wouldn’t even know…
But he won’t. He can’t. So he forces his hand off his aching, nearly fully hard length. If he can’t touch himself, he can’t keep looking at these photos of you—they’re certainly not helping him develop any self-control. Maybe he could swipe them for later? No, he can’t do that. That would surely bring about suspicion, especially if Steve finds out Eddie was in his room.
Refraining from stealing the photos, he moves on to poking through his friend’s belongings, hoping the distraction will calm him down. Next to the dresser is a bedside table, and Eddie is nothing if not nosy, so he opens the top drawer.
What he finds makes him let out a huff of laughter—classic Steve. Inside, there’s a half-used bottle of lotion suspiciously placed next to a nudie magazine. Eddie lets out an appreciative hum when he notes how eerily similar the model's facial features are to yours. Been there, he thinks.
Picking up the magazine, he flips through it. His movements are halted, however, when something falls out from between the well-loved pages. Dropping the magazine back into the open drawer, Eddie crouches down to pick up what had fallen. Shock floods his system when he realizes it’s another polaroid of you. But not just any polaroid. This one was hidden for good reason.
All the photos of you made his heart skip beats, but it’s this last one that stops his heart altogether. Choking on his breath, Eddie’s fully hard again in a matter of seconds. His shaking hand holds the photo close to his face, brows pinched in concentration as he observes every single detail—searing the image of you into his brain.
There you are, in all your naked glory—well, at least the top half of your naked glory—leaning back on your elbows, gazing right into the lens of the camera, a hypnotic, wicked smirk on your face.
It’s not just the sight of your bare breasts that have Eddie’s abdomen twitching, length pulsing with need—though, that is a huge part of it. He’s been dreaming of what you might look like naked for as long as he’s known you—part of him wonders if he’s been thinking about it even before you came barreling into his life with your saccharine voice and twinkling eyes.
But it’s what’s on you that makes his brain short-circuit.
Upon closer inspection, Eddie can very clearly make out a white-ish liquid spread over you in thin, uneven streaks.
“Oh, f-fuck me… Oh my god,” he groans, palming his painfully erect cock as it stands at attention in his flimsy swim shorts.
He can’t stop shaking his head as he stares at the photo, in utter disbelief at the massive find. Certain this is what discovering the Holy Grail or the Fountain of Youth would feel like, he wants to run a victory lap in celebration.
His swollen tip leaks some more as he continues to admire the photo. You’re the only thing in frame, your breasts covered in the alluring substance, allowing for maximum delusion. Eddie can vividly imagine it’s his spend covering you, claiming you, marking you as his. But it’s not just that. It’s not just your breasts.
It’s your face too. Jerking forward, he almost loses it at the realization that you have cum all over your face. That, paired with the sultry look in your eyes, causes him to hurriedly shove his shorts beneath his stiff cock, freeing him to touch himself to your visage.
Wrapping his large hand around his girthy length, he marvels at the way you always get him rock-hard. Already sensitive from his last orgasm, his hips snap at the sudden stimulation. Throwing his head back, Eddie closes his eyes as he imagines it’s your hand gripping him so tightly. Thankfully, he’s stared at the polaroid long enough that the image now blazes against the backs of his eyelids.
“F–Fuck, oh, shit, sweetheart.”
He opens his eyes and returns his focus to the photo, drawn again to your gaze as he drags his hand up and down his length. Precum is oozing out of his tip in a steady stream, but it’s not enough lubricant. He needs to feel like he’s inside you. He needs to imagine fucking your soaked cunt while he stares lovingly into your eyes.
Reaching down with his cum soaked hand, Eddie pumps some of Steve’s lotion into his palm. Closing his fingers around the chilled glob, he attempts to warm it up. But Eddie’s feeling impatient, so he hurriedly grips himself again, hissing at the slight shiver the difference in temperature causes.
In no time, thanks to his rapidly stroking fist, the makeshift-lube warms up, allowing him to live in the hypnotic delusion that it’s your slick, greedy walls sliding around him. Panting hoarse breaths in between needy whimpers, he fucks his hand with unbridled enthusiasm.
A professional masturbator at this point, Eddie makes sure to give himself pulsing squeezes, imitating what he knows your pussy would feel like. The way you’d suck him in, strangling his cock in a vice grip, milking every last drop of cum from his heavy balls.
His violent thrusts causes a lewd schlick schlick schlick sound to carry throughout the room, bouncing from wall-to-wall. Almost at his peak, Eddie’s hips stutter, his rhythm dropping to languid strokes when he hears it. It takes him a moment to realize he’s not imagining it.
“Unh, unh, mmm. Unh, ugh!”
Fuck.
That sounds exactly like…
His ears perk up as he looks toward the only window in Steve’s room. He’s not close enough to see out, but when the intoxicating melody floats up once again, permeating the glass and making sweet love to his ears, he shuffles over, needing to know if it’s really what he hears.
And it is.
Below the window, Eddie can see the entire pool—and inside it, you.
The grunting, whining, and moaning are all coming from you as you sit atop Steve’s shoulders, his large hands pressing into your soft thighs, pinning you in place. The shrieks Eddie is actively tuning out are coming from Nancy, perched on Jonathan’s shoulders with the same firm grip securing her in the air. The two pairs are in the water, about five feet apart, shuffling back and forth as you and Nancy cling to each other’s forearms, each trying to knock the other down into the water.
Eddie’s jaw is agape as he watches you go from laughing one second to moaning in exertion the next. Who knew an innocent game of chicken fight could elicit such obscene noises from you?
He’s not upset by the noise or the distraction. In fact, this is really working for him. You sound exactly how he always imagined you’d sound—maybe a little more shrill with all the near-screaming, but he’s sure he could make you hit that pitch as well.
Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Eddie faces the window, watching the way your breasts jiggle in your string bikini. Taking himself in another firm grip, he starts a slow, deliberate pace, almost entranced by your messy movements and the borderline pornographic sounds emanating from your sinful lips.
His breath catches in his throat as he swipes his thumb over his sensitive tip, whining at the way he wishes he could shoot his load deep inside of you. The sight of your bare thighs spread—regardless of the fact that it’s around Steve’s neck—has his hips jerking forward, thrusting haphazardly into his warm, slick palm. If he could get you to spread your thighs like that for him, he’d certainly make it worth your while. You’d be so full and satisfied, he’d make sure of it.
The things he’d do to you, if he only had the chance…
His thoughts, your sounds, the photo in his hand—they all add up to the most mind-numbing, all-consuming orgasm he’s ever had. He thought he peaked at your panties, but this is different. Seeing you in the type of position he only ever dreamed of sends him over the edge, imaging himself covering you in his hot load.
Eddie’s actions match his fantasy as he thinks about how he’d furiously fuck his fist, hovering over you, his balls pulling taut to his body, in perfect position to cum all over your face and chest—just like his new favorite photo of you. Unfortunately, he’s too absorbed in his movements, trapped in a lustful staring contest with your image, to notice the shouting from outside has ceased, the water now calm in its emptiness.
One more firm tug at his stiff cock has him spilling all over his hand, the polaroid, and the windowsill. Hot, thick ropes of his spend shoot out, landing with the same disordered grace as the photo, fueling his already perverted delusions.
After a few languid strokes, drawing out every last straggling spurt, Eddie sucks in a stuttering breath, releasing it in a low, pleasured groan. His shoulders sag with relief—he needed this. He needed to find this photo, he needed to hear your moans, he needed to sniff your panties, and he needed to touch himself to all of those things.
He’s not even shocked at how much cum there is—you always get the biggest loads out of him. He wishes you knew that, maybe you’d be flattered.
As waves of aftershocks send him shuddering, he glances down at the window, only now realizing the consequences of his actions.
Fuck, he needs to clean this up.
About to set the polaroid down, he takes one more peek. The sight before him makes his softening cock twitch. The photo is covered in his cum—you’re covered in his cum. It’s almost like that really is his massive load in the picture…
Shit, that’s going to haunt his wet dreams for months to come.
Not quite ready to part with his new favorite find—he knows it’s insane, but holding it is the closest he’s ever been to holding you—he keeps it in his grasp as he stuffs himself back into his damp swim shorts before moving over to the laundry basket. Picking his discarded beach towel up, he heads back to the window, wiping the cum off the glass and the wooden sil.
He’s about to toss the towel into the laundry again when the bedroom door suddenly slams open, laughter filtering into the room. Eddie’s head snaps up in shock, wide eyes watching as Steve stumbles in, clearly tipsy, with you close behind. Scrambling to hide any evidence of his endeavors, he shoves the soiled photograph into his pocket—right alongside your used panties.
Thankful his shorts are still damp, covering up any possible stains from earlier, he freezes in place, waiting to be seen. Not that he thinks Steve’s eagle-eyed enough to notice, but he tries to discreetly hide the cum-covered towel behind his figure.
Despite the fear thrumming through his veins, Eddie’s heart flutters at the sound of your drunken giggles. A smile nearly pulls at his lips as he watches you grab for your boyfriend, trying to steady your wobbly legs. You’re always so clingy when you’re inebriated—he wishes you’d cling to him instead.
Your unsteady movements seem to be too much for your bikini to handle; your breasts bounce and jiggle without proper support. He has to force his gaze away from your chest when Steve lets out a questioning sound, finally noticing him hovering by the bedroom window.
“Eddie? What the hell are you doing in here? Jon and Nance already left.”
Eddie gulps as he watches Steve lazily glance around his room, probably trying to see if anything is out of place. The stolen panties and photo burn a hole in his pocket, but he refuses to give himself away. If Steve wants his dirty picture back, he’s going to have to claw it from Eddie’s cold, dead hands.
He struggles to come up with a believable lie, then remembers how you and Steve have been pounding drinks all day under the hot sun, barely touching water. Even if the way you both fumbled into the room didn’t give it away, he’d still logically assume you were at least a little impaired. The thought lets some of the tension ease out of his body. He doesn’t need a foolproof excuse—not with the fool doing the interrogating.
“Uh…I got lost,” he shrugs, wide brown eyes flitting between your half-naked body and Steve’s glazed-over look.
Letting out a grunt of acknowledgment, Steve reaches behind him and grabs a handful of your ass, pushing you in front of him. A shrieking giggle escapes your lips as you let your boyfriend shove you chest-down onto the bed.
Too distracted by the way your swim bottoms have wedged up between your bare cheeks, Steve barely gives Eddie a second look. “Well, get lost, man. We need to change.”
Unable to move from his spot by the window, jealousy burns through Eddie’s chest, flames licking up every limb, turning the festering feeling into molten, toxic sludge in his veins. Judging by his friend’s ravenous, dark gaze, he doubts any more clothing will be put on. His eye twitches as he watches Steve grope the fat of your ass, squeezing and kneading it with a level of brutish incoordination that makes Eddie wonder if you’ve ever truly been satisfied by him.
Watching as wandering hands spread across your writhing body, a nauseating realization dawns on him: Steve might be so drunk that he’s forgotten his friend is still in the room. Based on what Eddie knows about the guy, he doesn’t think Steve is the type to fuck his girlfriend with an audience.
And as much as he’d like to watch you in the throes of passion, what he really craves is to be the one making you feel good. So Eddie hurries to the closet, tossing his towel into the hamper, desperate to escape this nightmare. The giggles he loves so dearly now serve as the cruel soundtrack to his unraveling mind—a chilling reminder that you’re not his, like ice water snapping him back to reality.
“Yeah, sorry. My bad, s–sorry.”
Eddie tries to steal one last longing glance at you, but he's shocked back into looking away when he accidentally meets your hazy eyes. His spent cock twitches in his shorts as he recognizes that look—it’s the same one from the cum-covered photograph in his pocket. And you’re using it on him.
You’re leering at him with the most fucked-out look in your twinkling irises—and he’s having trouble breathing now. Eddie’s legs should be moving—should be carrying him far from this moment—but your piercing gaze roots him to the floor.
Steve is preoccupied as he leans over you, one knee on the bed, fumbling with the strings on your back, trying to untie your top. He may be drunk, but his fingers are still deft, making quick work of the knot.
Eddie swallows hard as he watches the thin triangles—barely clinging to your modesty all day—finally come down. You’re still lying on the bed, so all he can really see is the soft swell of your cleavage, spilling to the sides. Time feels like it’s moving at a snail’s pace, but it’s probably only been a second or two since his apology.
There’s something about the way you look at him that makes time grind to a halt; he feels vulnerable, exposed—see-through like cellophane. Steve’s dismissal, his complete disregard for Eddie’s presence, makes him feel invisible. But then there’s you, shining a blaring spotlight on his pale face, pulling him into focus—not just for the world, but for you. Under your microscopic stare, Eddie feels alive. He feels seen.
Better than that, you're practically ignoring your boyfriend, choosing instead to hold Eddie in your hypnotic gaze. Steve has moved on to leaving trailing wet kisses on your back and neck, but you never break your staring contest with him. His knees nearly buckle when your teeth catch your bottom lip, then slowly let it slide free—a momentary lapse in reality, as you look at him with something wild and unreadable in your eyes.
In a fraction of a second, you free him from his standstill—chopping him down at the base, severing the roots he’s unknowingly sprouted into Steve Harrington’s floor—all with one small, crooning phrase.
“Bye, Eddie.”
Your saccharine voice and lilting tone trick his mind into hearing teasing desire, stirring his cock back to life. Eddie takes one last look, memorizing your debauched form. Voice as sweet as sugar, gaze as wicked as sin—you’re giving him so much material to touch himself to. He feels like he should send you a fruit basket for all that you’ve done for him today.
Giving you a hesitant nod, he forces himself out of the room, but not without bidding you a proper goodbye first. “See you, sweetheart.”
A/N: Chat, how did we feel about this? Fr?
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an -> nice idea, i def could see this happening to him, considering his dangerous job. i hope you enjoy this and this meets your expectations, once again.
wc -> 4k
warnings -> not proof read, angst, nightmare sequence, graphic injurys, cursing, blood, huge blood loss, fighting, villian v hero, mentions of death, near death, death, grief, villian attacks, survivors guilt, trauma, happy ending. lmk what i missed.
the apartment was dark by the time katsuki had unlocked the front door. 11:35 to be exact.
he rolled his sore shoulders as he stepped inside, boots thudding against the hardwood floor before he kicked them off by the entrance of your shared penthouse. every muscle in his body ached. another twelve-hour shift. another villain that refused to stay down. another stack of paperwork and meetings waiting for him tomorrow morning.
"...i'm home." he said, grunting and making his way inside.
usually, he'd be greeted by the smell of dinner, your voice from the living room or even the sound of your singing.
however, today..nothing. this silence was heavy.
too heavy, for him, after his shift.
katsuki frowned, as he spoke out your name.
"...y/n?"
you emerged from the living room a second later. arms folded tightly across your chest. still wearing your work top.
your expression alone told him everything. that you had been waiting for him.
"...you're late." you muttered, making your way to the kitchen.
he glanced at the clock hung on the wall.
11:37 p.m.
"...yeah." he muttered, stepping fully into the kitchen-living room area.
"you said you'd be home by eight." you told him, as calm as possible.
"something came up." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"katsuki, there is always something coming up with you, doesnt it?"
he sighed. "please, i'm tired."
"so am i."
you didn't raise your voice. but his tone somehow made it worse.
"...i'm exhausted too, katsuki."
he dropped his duffel bag onto the floor.
"it's hero work, you know that fully well, its a part of my job that stuff can just randomly come up without my control."
"i know it's hero work." you said, rolling your eyes, and dropping your arms by your side.
"then what's the problem?"
your laugh was quiet. disbelieving.
"...you really don't see it?"
he stayed silent.
you shook your head.
"of course you don't." you walked past him toward the kitchen. the dinner you'd made hours ago still sat untouched. cold. you hadn't eaten either.
"...i kept waiting, katsuki. i always do," you began, looking towards the dinner table, his eyes followed that trail, then back at you. "i didnt want to eat without you, and i didnt want to leave you hungry."
you spoke without meeting his gaze. "then eight became nine, then ten, and then i realized for the first time in days that i dont even know why i bothered, bothered waiting."
your fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.
katsuki rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "i texted you."
"once."
"i was busy."
"you've been 'busy' for three weeks, straight, are there no other heros around or something?"
he felt irritation beginning to crawl beneath his skin.
"what excatly do you want me to do?"
your eyes snapped to his.
"i dont know, maybe be here, for me, for yourself and us, you know? maybe not get consumed by your job, i havent seen you properly for the last week."
silence from his end.
your voice cracked. "just-, just be here."
"i am here."
"yeah, now. after nearly midnight, after another cancelled dinner, date, promise. another promise you couldnt keep. i know your job, i understand that you have responsibilities,"
he clicked his tongue.
"but you cannot make time for your personal life when i have asked you multiple times?" you ended your statement.
"i can't just leave in the middle of a mission."
"i'm not asking you to."
"then what are you asking?"
"i'm asking you to stop acting like this job is the only thing in your life!"
the words echoed through the apartment.
katsuki stared at you.
"careful."
"no." you took a shaky breath. "i'm tired of being careful, or that i am okay with this, and everyday i wonder if you are going to come home."
he lowered his gaze for a bit, clearly thinking about what you said.
"every time my phone rings late at night, my heart drops, i gotta check every news report, every channel, every log, every emergency alert. do you know what that feels like."
your eyes had started to water.
"and then you finally come home, when i can finally be selfish and have you to myself, you are here already thinking about tomorrow,"
he looked away. "it's my job, you knew that before we got together."
"i know." you whispered to him.
"people need me."
"i know." you repeated.
"i can't just stop."
"i know!" your voice finally broke.
"i know all of that, katsuki."
"...but what about us?" silence. long and painful.
he didn't have an answer. because there wasn't one.
"i- i am trying, okay?" he finally muttered.
"are you?"you asked quietly.
"or are you just surviving until the next mission?" something inside him snapped.
"the hell do you want from me?!"
you flinched.
he noticed immediately. and hated himself for it.
but the words were already out.
"i break my damn back every day, i'm out there risking my life, and i come home just to get yelled at?" he snapped.
your shoulders slowly slumped. "that's not what i'm doing."
"isn't it?" you looked at him for what felt like forever.
then, you nodded once. it was almost to yourself. "i think we both need to cool off."
you grabbed your jacket from the chair. katsuki frowned.
"where are you going?" he asked, his shoulders relaxing.
"out." you stated plainly.
"it's almost midnight."
"i know."
"y/n."
"i'm not breaking up with you."
you slipped your shoes on. "i just don't want us to say something we'll regret." your hand rested on the doorknob. "i'll come back later."
the door opened. cool night air drifted inside. "i love you." those three words came quietly. almost hopefully.
katsuki being his usual stubborn self, he looked away, still too angry. "yeah."
you laughed to yourself at that, it wasn't the answer you wanted. it wasn't the answer he wanted either.
but the door had clicked shut. and the apartment became painfully, unbearably quiet.
for the next 30 minutes, the apartment remained silent. it felt like forever.
katsuki sat exactly where you had left him.
"tch" he dragged a hand down his face before letting out a slow breath. "that woman" he muttered under his breath.
he wanted to call you. he really did. but the argument still lingered in his chest. the irritation. the frustration. the confusion. his love for you. the feeling that no matter what he said, it would've been the wrong thing.
instead, he made himself dinner. he was starving.
or rather, he reheated the dinner you'd made hours ago. the microwave hummed quietly.
he looked down at the dinner table to notice the two plates, from when you had set the table. forks, glasses, even his favorite soda and hot sauce bottle were placed where he always reached for it.
you'd really expected him home. he swallowed the lump in his throat.
after eating, he decided to take a shower, to feel anew, after his shift and his talk. showering worked like magic for him, rinsing the grim and guilt off of him.
he showered. hot water beat against sore muscles. he washed his hair, rinsed, then foamed his hair again, then rinsed, then he scrubbed his arms, chest and back. his mind refused to shut up.
"just be here.", "what about us?" , "i love you."
"...fuck." he braced both hands against the shower wall. why hadn't he just answered?
it would've taken two damn seconds.
"i love you too." he'd thought it.
he just hadn't said it.
five minutes later, he stopped out wearing nothing more than sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
his hair was still damp. he grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter.
no new messages from you.
he frowned. fair enough. he'd deserved that. he unlocked his phone.
typed your name in the message app.
me: come home.
he stared. deleted it. typed again.
me: let's talk when you get back.
deleted that too.
"dammit."
why was talking with you harder than fighting villains?
the television switched on mostly to drown out the silence.
some late-night variety show played in the background while he absent-mindedly dried his hair with a towel. he barely paid attention.
until the screen suddenly changed.
bright red banners flashed across the bottom.
BREAKING NEWS
the television presenter spoke quickly.
"we're interrupting our scheduled programming due to reports of a large-scale villain attack in central musutafu."
katsuki looked up immediately.
camera footage filled the screen. smoke. sirens. people running.
flames climbing the sides of buildings. the firefighters trying to shut down the fire.
the reporter continued.
"the villain attack appears to have begun inside the city's largest shopping district. multiple buildings have suffered severe structural damage, including the central shopping mall. now currently reporting 2 dead and 9 injured."
katsuki's stomach dropped.
footage of the mall. that was only fifteen minutes from your office.
his phone vibrated. once. twice. three times.
he grabbed it.
new notifications:
red riot
icy hot
pinky
another vibration. another. another.
one from his sidekick, one from midoriya, and one from his assistant.
he barely glanced at them. his eyes caught something else.
your name.
his breathing stopped. he opened it immediately.
y/n ❤️: katsuki.
please answer.
i'm inside the mall.
i can't get out.
his heart slammed against his ribs. he started to panic. then another message came in.
part of the ceiling collapsed.
there are so many people that are trapped.
there's smoke everywhere.
i can't find the exit anymore. its too dark, i cant see anything.
another message.
please.
please come find me.
"...no." he muttered to himself, in disbelief.
another emergency alert echoed through the apartment. his agency.
all available heroes immediately respond. he was already moving.
boots. gauntlets. hero costume. the whole pack.
everything happened on instinct.
his hands shook so violently he almost dropped one of his grenade bracers.
"...please..."
he didn't even realize he'd said it aloud.
"...please be okay."
the apartment door slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.
he'd never moved so fast in his life.
the closer he got, the worse it became.
entire streets had been evacuated. ambulances lined every corner. taking in injured, so far 20 injured and 4 dead, he had overheard. firefighters taking out as many fires as they can can.
police barricades, blocking the street from every way, evacuating who can be evacuated.
smoke blackened the night sky. the heat from the burning mall could be felt from across the street. chunks of concrete still crashed from the upper floors every few seconds.
people screamed names. looking for family. friends. children.
heroes sprinted in every direction.
katsuki's eyes searched frantically.
not for villains, not for casualties, for you.
"bakugou!"
kirishima grabbed his shoulder the second he arrived.
"dude! where the hell have you been?"
"kirishima, she's in there." he whispered, pointing at the building.
kirishima froze.
"who is?" he questioned loudly.
"y/n."
everything on kirishima's face changed.
"shit, man go, GO! me and todoroki will deal with this bullshit."
"kirishima, im counting on you"
katsuki didn't wait. he shoved past the barricade. a police officer shouted after him.
another hero reached for his arm.
he blasted the pavement beneath his feet.
the explosion launched him over the line of emergency crews. straight toward the collapsing mall. he didn't care who yelled after him.
he didn't care about protocol. he didn't care about the orders. the only thing repeating inside his head was your last message.
"please come find me."
he blasted himself in the air, didnt even bother landing, he then blasted through a shattered second-floor window instead, glass scattering around him as smoke immediately filled his lungs. he lowered his eyemask.
he looked outside, and spotted Mina ashido.
he yelled her name from the second floor, she quickly looked up, that was her sign to follow him up. she hopped on some of the nearby broken down cars and made her way to him.
katsuki looked around. the mall barely resembled the place he'd walked through hundreds of times before. storefronts had been reduced to twisted metal. mannequins lay broken across the floor. sprinklers rained endlessly from the damaged ceiling, mixing with ash until the ground became slick beneath his boots.
every few seconds, another section of the building groaned.the sound made his stomach twist. it wasn't going to stay standing much longer.
"mina.." he muttered. she looked up at him.
"shes here, we need to act fast."
she nodded, melting the first barrier of rocks.
they quickly escaped, his voice echoed through the empty corridors, yelling your name. mina quickly running behind him.
nothing.
only the crackling of flames answered him.
he forced himself forward. he handed the hero behind him a mask.
another explosion somewhere deeper inside shook the entire structure. dust rained from above. a support beam crashed down behind him, blocking the hallway he'd just come through.
"dammit."
mina found people first, an elderly couple trapped beneath a display shelf, a teenager with a broken arm, a little girl crying for her mother.
every instinct he'd trained for years screamed at him to stop, to help save them, to prioritize whoever he could reach first. that is his job as a hero.
and he did.
he pulled debris away, as mina helped the elderly couple out of the rubble.
"mina.. take the kid and the mom" she nodded, caring the kid on her back, and the mom in her arms as she quickly ran back where she came from and hopped down effortlessly, like a hero should and delivered them to an empty ambulance.
katsuki quickly following behind, landing safely on the ground with the elderly woman in his arm and the teenager on his back. then the pink hero hopped in one again to save the man left.
quickly, after they had guided survivors, they went back in.
every second felt stolen. every second felt like it belonged to you instead. they continued their run. both screaming your name.
"hero!" someone grabbed his arm, "please save me" a kid said, from under the rubble.
he pulled free. "mina, handle him, ill find her myself."
she nodded, carrying the kid in her arms and running towards the broken window.
his phone buzzed. barely any signal. one new message.
his hands shook as he opened it.
y/n ❤️: i can hear people outside.
i don't know where i am.
it's getting harder to breathe.
timestamp:
six minutes ago.
his voice cracked. "just hold on." he launched himself over another collapsed escalator. the lower floor had taken the worst of it. concrete pillars leaned at impossible angles. the emergency lights flickered weakly before dying altogether. darkness swallowed everything.
you were right, it was hard as fuck to see.
"y/n!" he shouted again. louder this time. his heart pounded. "answer me!"
nothing.
"please" his voice sounded unfamiliar. small and desperate.
"answer me."
then a very faint sound was heard from a far.
very faintly
"katsuki?"
he froze. his head snapped toward the sound.
"y/n?!"
"i'm here" it came again. weaker. but definitely yours.
relief hit him so hard his knees almost gave out. "keep talking!"
"babe, i can't see anything, its really scary."
his chest tightened painfully. "don't move." he followed your voice until the hallway ended.
a collapsed support wall blocked the entire passage. massive slabs of concrete had folded in on themselves, sealing off whatever was on the other side.
"dammit!" he pressed both hands against the rubble.
"y/n! can you hear me?"
"yeah" you answered weakly.
"are you hurt?" there was a pause. "i don't think so"
another tremor ran through the building. pieces of concrete shifted overhead. you whimpered. "katsuki"
"hey."
he forced his voice to stay steady. "look at me, babe"
"i can't" you answered, but it was no time for jokes.
"then listen to me."
he rested one hand against the cracked wall between you. "i'm getting you out." "okay?"
"okay"
he examined the debris. too unstable to climb. too thick to move by hand. there was only one option.
and he hated it.
"y/n."
"yeah?"
"i need you to back up as far as you can."
"why?"
"i'm blasting through."
"will it work?"
"yeah."
he lied without hesitation.
"i promise, i promise im getting you out."
you trusted him.
he heard you slowly shuffle backwards over broken concrete.
"is this enough?" you yelled with all of your remaining abilities.
"a little more, my love."
another few steps.
"now?"
"yeah." he raised one gauntlet. his breathing slowed.
just enough force to break the barrier. not enough to bring the whole ceiling down. he'd done calculations like this a thousand times before. he has done this before. he could do this. he had to.
"cover your head, do not panic"
"okay."
"...ready?"
"ready?" he swallowed.
"i'm coming." the explosion tore through the corridor. the wall fractured. chunks of concrete burst apart. dust exploded into the air.
for one brief, shining moment, some light steamed through the opening from the broken windows.
he could see you. covered in dust. alive. your eyes found his immediately.
"katsuki"
relief flooded your face.
his own expression softened. "i got you."
he took one step forward.
then the building groaned once more, not from his blast, from somewhere deep beneath the foundation of the building.
his smile disappeared. "NO!" he yelled.
the floor lurched beneath him. everything shifted at once. the ceiling began to collapse on the both of you.
"y/n!" he yelled on the top of his lungs, he threw himself toward you without thinking. he reached, ALMOST, he was so close.
so close enough that his fingertips brushed yours.
then, everything vanished beneath a deafening roar.
"y/n!" he screamed your name until his throat burned. again. and again.
he quickly got up digging frantically through the rubble with bleeding hands. calling for you.
he was searching for anything. any answer, breath, any sign that you were alive, under all this rubble. fuck, if he came a little bit earlier. if he didnt waste time to rescue the other people.
all he was met with was silence.
he began heaving, his breathing came in short, ragged even. his heart hammered so hard. "Y/N! please! just anything, im sorry." he began crying, tears spilling fast from his eyes.
even though he was still digging, creating small explosions. till he found some pieces covered in blood, "no- no, no..no no no..NO! y/n im sorry, im sorry"
his hands were bloody, his skin was pulled, ripped and bleeding, he kept on clawing and clawing.
his hands clawed at the mattress before he realized where he was.
the bedroom. your bedroom. your apartment. your shared penthouse.
dark. quiet. safe.
a light flicked on outside. the bathroom door creaked open.
you stepped into the hallway in one of his oversized t-shirts, still rubbing sleep from your eyes after getting a drink of water.
"katsuki?" your voice was hoarse with sleep.
"you okay?, i heard some-"
before you could finish, he was already out of bed. crossing the room in three hurried strides. his arms wrapped around you so tightly that the breath left your lungs.
"ah! fuc- k-katsuki?"
he buried his face against your shoulder. you could feel him shaking.
not slightly but violently. almost terrified.
"babe? im here" you whispered, one hand slowly finding the back of his neck.
"what happened?" he couldn't answer. he was just sobbing into your shoulder.
because he still wasn't entirely convinced he had actually woken up.
he just held you tighter. as if letting go might make the nightmare start all over again.
you instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist.
"katsuki?" your voice was barely above a whisper now.
the panic in his breathing, the way his hands trembled against your back, you started to piece things together, he was most likely having a bad dream.
your fingers slowly threaded through the damp strands of his hair.
"look at me."
he couldn't, he was too scared, the last time he looked at you, was when you were eaten by the concrete roof that fell on you, crushing your body.
"i thought, i- i couldnt..get you in time..and i-" he swallowed hard.
you frowned softly.
"what?"
"babe i-i had this, shit fucked up dream, that you had left after we got- got into some fuckass argument.."
he let out a shaky breath. "then there was an attack and you were trapped.." his grip tightened again.
"and i was too late, too late to get you"
your heart ached.
"im so glad it isnt real.." he barely whispered.
you cupped his face between your hands. forcing him to look at you. his crimson eyes were glassy. red and around the edges. there were tears sitting there.
"katsuki." you smiled at him, "im right here"
his eyes searched yours. making sure.
your skin was warm beneath his fingertips, comforting, your heartbeat steady against him, you were alive and breathing.
"yeah, you are.."
you guided him back toward the bed. neither of you said much. there wasnt much to say.
you climbed back beneath the blankets first before gently patting the empty space beside you.
"come here."
for once, he didn't argue. immediately reaching for your hand beneath the duvet. his thumb brushing across your knuckles. just to feel you there.
"i'm sorry, im such a dumbass." the words surprised even him.
you looked over. "what for, baby?"
"i've been gone too much, i dont prioritise you, ive been an idiot."
you smiled weakly. "well, thats not exactly breaking news."
the smallest laugh escaped him.
"dont get cocky one me, now" he laughed.
"dont lie, you loved it"
"yeah." this time, there wasn't a second of hesitation.
"i love you," his voice was quiet. steady.
"and i don't think i say it enough, im sorry."
your eyes softened. "come here."
you scooted closer until your head rested on his shoulder, hand in hand.
"i love you too."
"you are so great to me, i know im a pro-hero, but- from now you are my priority, im sorry if i made you feel abandoned."
the bedroom fell quiet again. only the rain tapping softly against the windows filled the silence. after a few minutes, you noticed he still wasn't asleep.
"you're still thinking about it."
"maybe."
you squeezed his hand.
"you know" he started, "if we ever get into an argument,"
you looked at him.
"none of us is leaving or sleeping angry."
he looked at you.
"even if one of us needs space, we will be saying 'i love you' first" he said, eyes threatening to spill again, "deal?"
you nodded, as you smiled at him. "deal."
he stared at your intertwined hands for a long moment. then nodded once.
"good."
another few minutes passed. your breathing slowly evened out. you layed down as sleep began pulling at your eyelids.
just before you drifted off, you felt something warm press gently against your forehead. a kiss, on your cheek.
a careful one.
like he was grateful you were still there to kiss at all. then one to your lips.
"goodnight." he whispered as he layed down as well.
he could finally half relax, you were here, the nightmare wasnt real, the apartment is still standing, nobody is injured.
because you were here.
because the nightmare wasn't.
because the apartment was still standing.
he slipped his fingers between yours one last time before closing his eyes.
then sleep came peacefully.
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