I decided that I enjoy it when he's pissed off

Angry sex with Kim Jongin

So, for the first oneshot I decided to write is a short smut story with my ultimate bias: Kim Jongin. Because that’s how I like my stories ;) Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warning: This contains sexual references. Read at your own risk.

You took a few steps back as he neared you, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. But unlike usual, this wasn’t a playful smirk – no, he was angry, and you knew you’d pay for pissing him off.

He normally wasn’t the type to get jealous, but when you were reunited with your best friend after a decade and acted all cutesy together and highly touchy, something must have snapped inside of him.

“Kai, you know it’s not like that. I explained it before: our touches don’t mean a thing.” You said and released a shaky breath. His intense stare that captured your eyes as he neared you took your breath away and soon you found yourself pressed against the glass of your apartment.

Something in the way he moved himself got you weak to the knees and you couldn’t help but let the excitement flow through your body.

He remained silent as his hand shot up in the air and roughly, but still making sure not to hurt you, grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss. All too soon he broke it - to your dismay – but his lips quickly found its way to your neck.

Wasting no time, he pulled down your skirt as he sucked your weak spot and as you released a soft moan you grabbed his arms, trying to support yourself. He unbuttoned your blouse and popped your breasts out of your bra, immediately diving down to nibble at your nipples.

You gasped as you felt fingers briefly sliding down your panties and as you looked down you saw his fingers unbuckling his belt and took out his growing erection that stood proudly in the air, lightly touching the cloth that covered your vagina.

“Mine.” He huskily breathed into your ear and you were quickly spun around, your panties sliding down your legs as your breasts were pushed against the cold glass.

You could feel his throbbing member against your vagina that was now dripping wet as he teasingly  glided over your entrance. “Oppa~” You whimpered as you were in desperate need to have him inside you already. “What do you want, ____?” He breathed into your ear and you released a moan as he slightly entered you and then got out again. “You want this?” He said as he went in a little deeper but quickly removed himself again. You nodded but he wouldn’t take that for an answer.

“Tell me what you want, __.” He said and you gave up your pride as you pleaded him, “Please, fuck me.” And the moment you said those words, he easily entered you and didn’t waste a second to get you adjusted.

He started thrusting into you and his hands were roughly grabbing your hips, helping you to stand up as his thrusts increased. Skin slapping was all that was heard throughout the apartment and as your eyes opened and closed you were greeted with the bright daylight that shone through the windows.

His hitched breath tickled your neck as he pounded into you, and you could feel the drops of sweat sliding down the side of your head. His hand glided down and soon found your clit and started to rub it, intensifying your pleasure.

You could feel yourself getting close and moaned loud, “Oppa~” Those words being the only ones that could escape your mouth. Yet, he seemed to understand where you were going with that and increased his speed. “Say my name.” He ordered huskily into your ear and you breathed out, “Kai~”

He removed his hand from your clit and you whimpered in protest, “My real name.” He said. “Jongin-ah~” You moaned shamelessly and his hand found its way back to your clit and with one last rub, he got you squirming as you sucked in your breath and let the pleasure overwhelm you. He helped you ride out your high and when you got your senses back, you pushed him off of you with all the strength you had left and threw him on the couch that was a few meters behind where you were.

You sat down on top of him and slowly lowered yourself, planning on returning the favor of pleasuring him just like he did to you. A smirk formed on his lips, but you easily had it rubbed off when you started to ride him in a rapid speed. Your hand traced the soft skin of his stomach and rested on his chest as you tried to support yourself as best as you could.

Eyes fixed on his head, you took in his expression: his mouth was parted and his eyes were tightly shut, the sweat clearly apparent on his face and you knew he was close.

Moving your upper body forward, your lips grazed his earlobes and you let out a shaky breath. “I’m yours.” You reminded him and with one last strong pound of him, the speed lowered and soon you were both laying on the couch, breathing hard as you wiped away the sweat that had formed.

You let out a laugh as you played with his hand, “If I knew that having angry sex would feel this good, I’d have gotten you angry way earlier.” You said and you could feel a deep throaty chuckle vibrating through his chest. “Go ahead and try.” He teased and you smirked slyly, “Oh, I will.”

~ Admin Kai.

Hysteria part 3

[ This one is more violent but its the Joker after all. I hope you enjoy. ]

Warnings: Profanity, Violence, Murder

Walking back to your apartment from you EX boyfriend’s house. You were pissed. He heard what you did at the club a week back and decided that ‘he wasn’t ready for a commitment.’ When what the fucker really ment was ‘Your fucking insane.’ Which just pissed you off. After smashing some of his stuff you make yet another not so bright decision, like every other one in your life, and set out to walk back to your apartment. At night. At three a.m. Three miles away.

“I’m just a book of great ideas aren’t I.” You scowl pulling your hoodie a bit farther over your face trying not to draw attention to yourself. You walk past an ally way a mile and a half from your place when out of no were three goons come out of the shadows blocking your path. “ Awwww shit I don’t have time for this bull crap.” You groaned before you realized you just said that crap out loud. ’ I seriously need a filter put in between my brain and my stupid mouth.’ You mentally griped at yourself.

“What’s the matter girly? You have somewhere to be?” One of the goons chuckles at you. He was average hight and pretty portly, the kinda guy that you were almost 100% sure had a micro dick. And unfortunately, that got you laughing again. Geeze your laughter is gonna get you killed one of these days. This time literally smacking yourself on the forehead.

“I think were gonna have a little fun tonight boy.” A taller still pretty fat man said as he circles around you. You couldn’t help yourself, you scoffed at his attempt to be intimidating. “I wouldn’t laugh girly, your not really in a good spot now are you?” The third moron said as he starts to circle you too. Their pathetic attempts to look threatening just got you to crack up again. “And what exactly is so funny?” The first guy asks squinting as he comes closer to you. “You three are pathetic.” You spit eyes narrowing. “I punched the Clown Prince of Crime square in the jaw and am still around to talk about it. What makes you think I would be afraid of some low life goons like you?” Going for broke again you guess. The rational part of your brain throwing it’s hands up before admitting defeat and sitting in a corner waiting for you to be blown to bits. Again.

The man in your face just laughs obviously not believing anyone was dumb enough to clock the Joker. Then again he’s never met you. He comes closer trying to pull you in when you punch him square in the nose. You hear it break. You were getting good at this.

“You FUCKING bitch!” He screams as his two accomplishes get ready to pounce. Just then you see a streak of purple and the hum of a very expensive engine as you see a Lamborghini rush past you a familiar green haired figure leaning half way out the window as he speeds the streets. Your eyes lock a wicked grin begins to stretch across his face. “No fucking way.” Is all you can say before one of the fuckers punches you right in the stomach knocking the wind out of you as your knees buckle.

————————- Joker’s POV ———————–

Deciding to go on a little drive the Joker picks out his favorite purple Lamborghini and starts ripping down the streets of Gotham. No plans tonight, no heists, no mayhem, just a peaceful 105 mile an hour drive. He leans out the window to let his hair down, so to say. When he sees a young girl in a hoodie just ahead of him surrounded by three wanna be thugs. He watches as she breaks the closest man’s nose. He traces his hand down his cheek remembering that right hook.

He locks eyes with her as he speeds past. She straights her stance eyes widening as she sees him. He grins from ear to ear as he passes in a split second. Then in his rear view mirror he sees her get punched in the gut and fall to her knees. This royalty ticked him off. Here he let her live and some low lifes were gonna do what he didn’t? No. He didn’t like the sound of that.

He slams on the breaks before shooting back and ramming into one of the girls would be assailants. To the Joker’s dismay the goon flips over his car instead of going under it. Quickly flipping into drive again the Joker laughs as he lurches forward parking his car right on top of him. The cracking sound underneath his tires send the Joker into manic laughter as he steps out of his car.

———————— (y/n)’s POV————————

You hear the screech of tires as the Lambo stops dead in its tracks and starts to reverse straight into one of the guys closing in on you, hitting him with enough force to dent the extremely expensive car, flipping the guy straight over to the front of the reving vehicle. You watch as the car is shifted back into drive lurching forward just enough to throw the man underneath the tires killing him instantly. You hear the Joker crack up as he starts to step out of his vehicle.

“Don’t you hate it when you hit roadkill kitten?” He purres at you. You have never been happier to see anyone in your life. What the fuck. “Eh, I think you may need to run it over a few more times just to make sure its dead.” You spit done with this whole situation. The light catches the Joker’s eyes as he smiles in absolute delight at your statement. ‘She could be a fun one’ He thinks to himself before pulling a bat out of the car and slamming it repeatedly in the back of the portly mans head.

He walks up to you extending his hand, helping you back to your feet like your own personal, twisted, Batman. You laughed at your inner dialog again.

God he was beginning to love her laugh. It was almost as twisted as his. The Joker pulls put the same gun you had pressed to your head only a week ago. The third man freezes in fear as the Joker swings his gun around and presents you with its handle. A little shocked you stand there staring like an utter moron. “ Go on baby doll. Finish him.“ It dawns on you what he is asking you to do. He is asking you to kill the last would be assailant.

You hesitate but take the gun from him. Your eyes narrow and you decent upon the now shaking man. You press the barrel of the gun to his temple and use your free hand to smack his cheek. “Hey, hey you, look at me.” He hesitates before you tap the gun on his temple. “I have a question for you.” You say voice cold and calculated. “What were you and your friends planning on doing to me before Mister Joker there.” You say cocking your head back towards the Joker who was now leaning on his car watching you. He corrects “Mister J is fine doll.”

So you rephrase. “What were you planning on doing before Mister Jaay.” You drag out. “Crashed your party?” Now with tears streaming down his face he stares into your eyes looking for some sign that you’ll show mercy. "Answer the girl!” Mister J growls from over your shoulder. “We were goin have a little fun with you.” Any glint of mercy that may have shown in your eyes vanishes as you realize exactly how close you came to end up in a dumpster somewhere, just another Gotham statistic.

At least when you thought the Joker was gonna kill you, you would have died with your honor. ‘With a smile on my face.’ You replay the words in your head.

“One last question.” You said your tone turning deadly. The man stared at you like you were the grim reaper himself. “Have you done this to other women?” You awaited his reply already knowing the answer. “Y-y-y-ess Mam’ ” and with that thought buzzing in your head you moved the gun and place it in the middle of his forehead.

The Joker slides his hands down your shoulders and places his hand over yours on the gun. “Like this.” he whispers in your ear. Pulling you slightly sideways by your hip and straightening your arm lining you up with the pistol in your hand. He continues whispering in your ear like the devil incarnate. Hell, maybe he was. “Do it Kitten. Do it. Do it. Do it.” He repeated like a mantra. Then his index finger curls around yours and together you pull the trigger. The mans body hits the floor.

You stand there slightly shocked as you stood over the mans body, gun still in your hand. Mister J slowly steps away from you a few feet and starts slowly clapping. “Good girl. Very, very, very good girl.”

And with that you were standing alone in the middle of three dead men with the Joker as your only companion.

—————— To Be Continued——————-

The Melody of a Broken Heart

Title: The Melody of a Broken Heart
Characters Featured: Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: T (Teen 13+)
Author’s Note: Hello, hello, hello! Welcome to another Imagine Request! Just want to say that ‘Who Says Three’s A Crowd?’ will be coming out soon, I’m just still trying to figure out how to go about it. I decided to jump ahead and work on another Imagine that was submitted by an Anon. Anon writes: Heya! Can I request a pietro x reader where y/n catches pietro cheating when she gets back early from a mission and he tries to explain but she’s pissed off and she slaps him. We got a little angst going on, woo! This is my first angsty fic, everyone. So I hope you like how the story goes and as always: Enjoy!
Summary: You love Pietro with all your heart. After meeting him on the fall of Sokovia, you never thought you’d fall in love again after the tragic terminations of your former relationships. You believed he understood that, you believed he cared, what you couldn’t believe that the day you returned from your mission, he wouldn’t be alone.

“Hurrying to make it to Speedy, y/n?” Tony said, imagining the smirk on his face from high in the skies. You laughed as you drop kicked one of your opponents and shot the other point blank, “Shut up, Stark. Don’t tell me you’re not dying to get to Pepper.”
“I don’t deny that, like I won’t deny I’m really rushing to get a drink in my system.”
“You have some serious alcohol issues.” You shook your head, throwing Cap’s shield back to him so he ram the men huddling behind him. “Well, you and Rhodie share something in common. You both think I have alcohol issues.” He replied, using his repulsors to destroy the tank that was headed in your direction. “Those aren’t the only issues you have…” You joked.
Several hours had passed and the team managed to infiltrate the enemy’s base. You and the team managed to make it home early, just in time to pick your boyfriend’s gift for your one year anniversary. Stark and Thor teased you on your lovely behavior, saying how come you never got them a gift. You playfully rolled your eyes as you jogged off the elevator to head to the eldest Maximoff’s bedroom. As you flung the door open to greet him a good morning, you noticed a brown head of hair that wasn’t no one you knew of. His broad arm was around them, a soft groan flowed out of his mouth as he and the stranger shuffled under the sheets. Your soul was ripped in pieces the second you saw the stranger was a young woman, a fellow agent you trained with at the academy. The gift you searched high and low for, a childhood toy Pietro believed long forgotten, fell onto the hardwood floor and broke into unmendable pieces, very much like your heart right now. “…Oops,” You said, trying your damnedest to hold back your tears. The speedster woke up in a flash, his head pounding as he noticed your pale face in the doorway. Recollections of last night were a blur, only glimpses of alcohol-driven debauchery, and passionate, lustful night in between his sheets that he imagined he had with you. He turned to his left and noticed that it was not you but someone he had no idea who it was. His head spinned as he tried to stand up to get to you, attempting to explain but the words were beginning to escape him. Steve, Tony, and Thor walked down the hallway to continue their playful insults with you and the male Sokovian, only to observe the dead silence between you two, and the sleeping woman that laid in his bed. “y/n, it is not what you think.” Pietro began, grabbing his jeans that were discarded on the floor. The tears you tried to clutch for dear life began to fall freely down your face, “Oh? Then what is it, Pietro? Did you have to raise her body temperature? Or better yet, did you give her a dress that she just had to try on?”
“I do not even know her!” He rebutted. You went wide eyed, “Well, that just makes it better!” You walked out of his room, the three men watching with fiery glares on the European mutant. “Please y/n, let me explain! I-” Pietro’s face turned to the side as your hand made impact with his cheek hard. A red mark surfaced and pulsed on the same side, his large hand covering it. You, losing all of your strength and ability to contain yourself, began to pound against his chest, “I knew you would do this! I knew it! How could you?! You knew! You knew…!” Steve ran to your side, your arms wrapped around him and sobbed heavily, your knees giving out. He carried you bridal style as he shot daggers at the Avenger. Pietro tried to chase after you but was only held back by Tony and Thor. “I think you’ve done enough, Maximoff.” Stark said, coldly. “I believe it best you leave lady l/n alone. For good, Nike.” Thor added, almost reflecting his Jötunn brother’s tone of voice.

You turned into a shell of your former self. No matter how much the team attempted to feed you and pull you out of the darkness, it was useless. You felt nothing at all. Steve was the last one to try, and everyone knew that he wasn’t the kind of man to give up easily. “y/n…? I brought you some soup, thought you could use something in your system.” He said, slowly pushing your door open with his back as he held a large tray of warm chicken broth and some bread. You turned to look at the Captain, dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks beginning to hollow from the lack of nutrition. “I’m not hungry…” You replied, your throat dry and hoarse from the hours of screaming into your pillow. The only sounds besides you was the melody of an antique music box that you cherished dearly. It was given to you by your grandmother, her great grandmother had it made after the passing of her first love, forever playing the tune of her widowed and broken heart. It felt it was rather appropriate given the circumstances. Rogers sadly sighed, setting down the tray on your desk beside your bed. Your room transformed into an abandoned room, unkempt and disheveled. In one corner, he noticed was ashes in a trash bin, remnants of photos, objects, and trinkets given by your ex. His own heart sank, watching you gaze blankly at the floor. He understood the lost of a loved one, be it in death or the end of the relationship, the pain one endures. However, he could not comprehend why it was affecting you so much. He sat beside you, putting his arm around you which you accepted mindlessly. You cried once again as he held you tighter, “It’s gonna be okay. I promise you, it’s gonna be okay.” He whispered, wiping the tears off your face as you leaned onto his broad chest with his thumb. “Is it? I feel like it’s better if I go but I can’t leave you guys. I love being an Avenger, working together. But I can’t see him, or even think of him without my heart stopping.”
“You won’t have to. Tony and I made sure to give him frequent missions in other places. He won’t be back for a while,” He rubbed your arm’s full length. You softly smiled, though it didn’t reach your eyes, “Thanks, Steve.” You were able to let out a sigh of relief in one area of this situation. Now if you could only mend your broken heart. “y/n, that day, when you said ‘you knew’, what did you mean by that?” The Captain asked, casting his blue eyes to you. You looked up at him, shifting your body to explain to him properly. “The last man I was with cheated on me several times and sometimes in plain sight. He told me that he never wanted to be with me, he was forced by outside influences for they told him I was a good match for him. Mind you, he said this all in voicemail. That should have tipped me off. He was a coward.”
“The one before that was the worst. He always was attending parties or get-togethers without me, telling me he wanted to go alone. My trust in him was broken, he was putting me down, and made me feel so little. We were toxic to each other, escalating from verbal abuse to physical. I felt like I lost all ability to fall in love. Until I met…Pietro.” You paused briefly, your lips stumbling in saying his name. You bowed your head, Steve then wrapping both arms around you as he tilted his head to rest against yours. “I may not know much about break-ups but I do know about dealing with a broken heart. You probably heard this so many times that it plays like a broken record but he won’t be the only man you’ll ever love. There’s a man who’s out there waiting for you. Probably with the wrong girl before he realizes he needs to find you. y/n, don’t give up. I’d hate to lose you.” The Captain solemnly said, holding to both of your hands. You embraced Steve that day, feeling closer to him than ever. Feeling too weak to lift the spoon, he kindly fed you the broth and prayed that it was a sign of recovery.

“You’re cheating!” Steve laughed, as he dodged your punch when you tried to distract him by pointing to something behind him. You giggled jumped back from his grasp. With the help of your friends, most of all Steve, you managed to pick yourself back up and move on step by step. Tony and the Captain were true to their word and kept Pietro as far away from you as possible which helped your healing process go by faster. You just didn’t know how you would feel if you saw him again. The super soldier felt ecstatic that you were getting back to your old self again. He cared for you fondly and deeply, seeing you as a little sister he never had. He hugged you from behind, tingling your sides as you giggled loudly, being lifted off the ground. Steve gave you a tight bear hug, landing you back on the ground to give you a small peck on the cheek. Before his lips could touch your skin, Pietro pulled him by his collar and punched him square in the jaw. It hurt the speedster more than Steve, giving him enough balance to aim for his nose. They fell to the floor, the European was above him as he continued to throw as many hits as he could. Steve protected his face, kicking him in the stomach in order to jump onto the balls of his feet. You screamed for them to stop, trying to pry the white haired man off of Steve but you were no match for his strength, “Pietro, stop! Stop it! Leave him alone!” Pietro panted heavily, turning to you with a look of anguish and anger, “Him?! You would choose him over me?!” He moved towards you, tears welling in his eyes as lightly shook you, “I love you. I made a mistake. I missed you, I have not seen you in weeks, and I tried to drink my sadness away until you returned. One thing led to another and I thought you came back early, I thought I was with you. I did not realize until you were at the door. I have tried to come to you to explain everything but they told me I could not see you but I came back early to tell you that I cannot nor will not let you go. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He fell to his knees, enveloping your waist in a hug, gripping your body to weigh you down as if you would fly away. As much as you wished to believe him, you couldn’t. You knew that even if you two tried again, you would always remember that day. You still wasn’t ready to let it go. You’re not strong enough to push past it and forgive him so easily. Whatever the case may be, you still loved him. You missed him and the paradise that was your relationship. Were you willing to take the risk of falling in love with him all over again? You stroked his hair, as he cried silently on your stomach. You looked to Steve for guidance and he knew that look of love too well. With one glance, he told you that he knew about that some people are worth fighting for and that maybe, it was your turn to prepare for the battle. A kind smile spread across your face as you looked down at the Sokovian, “Pietro…I’m not with Steve. I…I can’t stop loving you so easily. But I can’t forgive you that easily either. I need time. We need to start over, build the trust that was once destroyed. If you’re willing to take the time, I’m willing to try again.” He looked up, his eyes red from his tears as a smile appeared, “I will not hurt you again, my love. This was the first and last time ever. I swear I will no longer drink. I will do anything for you. I only need you, y/n…Only you.” Pietro declared, still on his knees as he held your hands as if they were precious jewels. He hugged you, the warmth of his body reviving your weakened soul. You sighed in relief the moment you felt it wash over you, like a cleansing of your tainted heart.
Steve smiled at your reconciliation with the eldest Maximoff sibling. He turned to head to the showers, calling your session done for the day. Rogers turned his head towards you again, your e/c eyes met with his sky blue ones. He shined a crooked smile before his figure retreating, remembering of his own love, and wondering if he’ll find one as strong as yours.