Lego Batman movie and Holy Musical B@man are the same!
- Brilliant songs.
- “pew pew pew” “Rat at tat, Rat at tat, Rat at tat”
- coolest gadgets!
- Batman destroys city trying to find dog of lease, B@man shoots a man for walking out with a dollar by accident.
- Childish insults.
- Angsty Ansty!
- Commissioner Gordon retires in both.
- Everyone is an enemy.
- Hates Superman.
- Superman is a super dick.
- Deep angry voice.
- Hate relationship with Superman.
- “I hate you Joker” “Fuck you Superman”
- Moody screaming teen!Batman.
- Marvel references.
- “who do you like spending time with sir?” “The joker, although he’s in heaven now”
- Batman doesn’t have friends.
- Doesn’t take off Bat suit.
- The concept of ‘ships’ “friend-ship” “relation-ships”
- Adopts in order to make Batman less lonely.
- Party at the Fortress of Solitude.
- Green Lantern as the butt of joke.
- Green Lantern/Superman= Harley Quinn/Joker
- Green Lantern/ Harley Quinn best wing people.
- “C grade villains”
- Catwoman and cat puns.
- “They call me Dick” “Kids are cruel”
- “oh thank you Batman” *wham* / “what are you doing?!” “Giving you a good old hug”
- Batman forgets his strength and punches Alfred.
- Batman’s hero status questioned.
- Homosexual vibes.
- Like really really gay.
- SUPER FRIENDS!!!!
Taeyong: Had one scandal that ended up being a misunderstanding but then people began adding rumours about multiple scandals and bullying. Luckily SM and fans disproved this and it’s stopped. He even cried and apologized for things he didn’t do. How could anyone hate him?
Yuta: So what he had chin surgery and maybe a nose job? Do you think your faves haven’t had surgery? I mean most idols have so your fave probably has. It’s normal in Korea and shouldn’t be such a taboo concept.
Winwin: He has had a few comments about his lack of Korean skills and bringing nothing to the group.
Johnny: This boy has been getting so much hate and I didn’t even realize until recently. So, apparently because of his lack of lines in songs and not leading in dance or rap people have been calling him talentless and ugly and recently he didn’t get the same amount of photos as other members at photoshoot and has been told not to talk so much by writers. Let the guy live, he trained almost 10 years for this.
Doyoung: He’s gotten hate for his looks and his talent and everything else. When Johnny and Doyoung joined 127, he was the one that got the most hate and fans demanding he got switched with Hansol. And he’s often called annoying or too determined by ‘fans’.
Taeil:• It’s not so much hate but more him being completely overlooked. I’ve seen ‘fans’ call him useless but apart from that he’s just not appreciated within the fandom enough. Finding Doyoung stans is hard for me but finding Taeil stans is almost impossible. Give this guy some love please.
Haechan: He get hate comments at the beginning for being ugly and knetz attacked him for his skin tone. He was then hated on for his voice being high and irritating and even saw someone say he copied GDragon (I know 😒). Recently, it got worse when he had a rumour that he was dating or talking to a saesang fan and loads of his fansites shut down like the snakes they are. SM and even his own members have been known to give him the cold shoulder (unintentionally on NCT’s part) and he’s only really got the support he deserves this comeback.
Ten: Ten got a lot of hate at the beginning as I remember people who ‘supported’ SMRookies shared the video or him singing ring ding dong and people said some really nasty stuff about him being talentless, ugly, gay (even if he is, not a bad thing but was used as insult etc).
Dream: They’ve faced so many comments about how young they are and people either call them foetus’s and ignore their hardwork and talent or sexualise them. Also, when 'fans’ complained about them getting their first win and said they didn’t deserve it.
NCT 127: People began to complain because the music style was all over the place. Then When 2 members joined people complained about the change in unit and unstanned them.
They’ve all gotten so much hate from the beginning and I don’t understand why. They’re attractive, talented, hardworking and the idea and their music is so good. I just don’t understand how anyone could hate on such a great group of guys (or any idols really).
A new voice spoke in Jace’s head now, a familiar voice, once hated, now oddly welcome. Sebastian’s voice. It seemed to run through his blood, through the blood that passed through Sebastian’s hand into his, like a fiery chain.We are one now, little brother, you and I, Sebastian said. We are one. ─ City of Fallen Angels, Chapter 19.
Dex hated that voice. It was a voice he
hadn’t heard come out of his mouth in a long time, since before him
and Nursey got married, before they graduated, before he started
seeing a therapist. It was a voice that said, ’a no would break me’
underneath the real words of his question.
It was how he used to ask for hugs, and
how he asked, three months into their fuck-buddy relationship, for
Nusey to please stay the night, just once, nobody ever stays.
gave him a long, appraising look, but Dex knew he wouldn’t ask why,
all of a sudden, Dex sounded so unsure of himself. Just like Dex
knew, eventually, he’d tell Nursey why something so silly as a
headboard was so important to him.
gave a small smile instead, kissed Dex’s cheek, and said, “That’s
got out of their truck, a purchase that Nursey made without Dex
because he knew his husband could never justify the price to himself,
even though they could afford it a hundred times over. Between Dex’s
NHL salary and Nursey and Lardo’s line of children’s books, there
wasn’t really anything they couldn’t afford.
is why Dex hated how small and broken his voice sounded when he asked
if they could buy a headboard.
the new contract Dex signed, finally featuring a no trade clause,
they decided to buy a house. Nursey went all out; he spent weeks
touring places, picking out furniture, and giving Dex the silent
treatment (apparently ‘whatever you want’ isn’t the right answer).
The only thing left was a new mattress.
saved it specifically for a week when Dex didn’t have any scheduling
conflicts. He tried to tell Nursey that it was fine, he could go
ahead and buy one without Dex there, but he refused, insisting that a
mattress was an individual experience, both of them had to agree.
both knew that, in the end, Dex wouldn’t have an opinion. A bed was a
bed to him, and any bed was better than no bed. It felt nice to have
a full day with his husband, though.
stood in front of a huge mattress store, and for some reason, Dex
felt uncertain. There was something about this, buying a bed, that
made everything real to him. He was an adult. He was well off
financially. And he was about to walk into a store hand in hand with
his husband. And he was happy.
wasn’t the angry kid from Maine, anymore.
saleswoman nearly a foot shorter than the couple (call me
Cici!) dragged them all over the
store, practically pushing them down on mattresses and asking about
their firmness. She asked about hteir opinon on memory foam versus
tempurpedic, about fabrics and springs and coils and all sorts of
questions Nursey has answers for that Dex can’t make heads or tails
He zones out a bit, but jumps
back into the conversation when the topic of temperature comes up
(so, are you two warm blooded or do you use a lot of
blankets at night?). He had no
idea that they made some mattresses cooler than others, but yes they
wanted to try those out, because his husband is a furnace and the
three stupid cats Nursey snuck home were like little fuzzy ovens.
So, they go to the other side of
the store and try out hybrids (of what, Dex really couldn’t say).
Without even trying it out, Nursey pointed at one of the set-ups and
declared, “it’s going to be this one.” Dex had to admit that it
was pretty comfortable. He didn’t feel like he was sinking into the
mattress, which was nice.
Nursey clamored on top, cuddling
into Dex’s side with a smug grin. “Told you it was this one.”
Still grinning, Nursey asked
Cici, “Can you show us some headboard options?”
an entire room of them. Bed frames and headboards and footboards. Big
quilted ones that Dex thought would go great in his baby sister’s
princess room, studded leather ones, wrought iron frames that looked
a little too bondage for Dex’s comfort.
Dex wasn’t sure what his face was
doing, but Cici told them quietly that she would give them a few
minutes to look around, even though she had been attached at to their
side for the hour they had been in the store.
They wandered around, looking at
all the choices. Dex knew he held Nursey’s hand a little too hard,
but Nursey didn’t say anything. He let Dex take the lead, inputting
his opinion but never tryng to influence Dex, never pushing him to
talk about it.
They made two circuits of the room before
stopping (for the second time) in front of a simple padded headboard.
It wasn’t anything fancy, just smooth, cream colored fabric. Dex ran
a finger over the display. It was softer than it looked.
“I don’t understand headboards.
Or footboards. They’re totally pointless.”
In the past, that
may have been an invitation for Nursey to chirp Dex, to ask what the
hell they were doing buying one if Dex thought it was pointless. But
after so many years together, Nursey knew Dex needed to talk it out,
not have a conversation.
“Did you know that before I went to
Samwell, I never slept in a real bed?”
Dex never took his eyes off the headboard. “For a
while I had a matress thrown on the floor in me and Adam’s room, but
then I gave it to Hannah and I started sleeping on some sleeping bags
on the floor. I told myself it was like camping. Even when I imagined
my house, I never imagined a having a real bed. What’s the piont of
buying something that’s totally pointless? It’s just a waste of
Nursey ran a warm hand up and down Dex’s back. Dex
rarely talked about his childhood. It was one of the only things they
still faught about sometimes: Nursey taking their money for granted
and Dex not being able to accept that he can spend money when he
“But we can buy this. We can buy something that’s
totally pointless, just because I want it.”
It wouldn’t match the room, even
a little bit. The whole house was stark greys and bright whites,
accents of bright colors. The cream fabric would stick out like a
sore thumb. It was meant for a softer house. There was something about
it that Dex like, though. He couldn’t put his finger on what,
exactly, but he loved it.
“What do you think?”
Nursey didn’t bother to look away
from Dex when he answered. “I think it’s great, babe. It’ll look
good in the bedroom.”
Dex gave him a hard look.
“Okay, no. but if you like it, then I couldn’t
And just like that,they bought it. And later
that night, in their brand new bed, in their house (their
house, not a house they were renting), Dex slept better than he could
ever remember sleeping.
There was no answer, though Dean didn’t expect there to be. Maybe he hoped for it, but he knew it wouldn’t come.
His hands trembled as he reached out and cupped Cas’s cheek. He was cold, almost like ice, and Dean almost pulled his hand away, but he couldn’t. A tear fell down onto his face and only then did Dean realized he was crying.
“Cas,” he whispered, “Come on, man.”
Dean knew Cas wasn’t there anymore. That this wasn’t some wound he could heal over time, but he hoped someone would hear him. No one knew where angels went when they died, so there was a part of Dean that hoped, just maybe, Cas could hear him.
“You gotta come back.” he said, and he hated that his voice cracked, he felt weak and he the last thing he wanted was to sound like it, “Come back. Fight.”
The dumbass wasn’t even supposed to go after Lucifer. He was supposed to stay in this universe and he was supposed to stay safe. He was supposed to live.
Cas was supposed to live. He was supposed to live and help them take care of this Nephilim bullshit. He was supposed to be here with him and Sam, fighting the good fight. He was supposed to be here with him.
“Come back to me.”
Dean wasn’t sure when it happened, but when he opened his eyes, Cas was in his arms, and he was cradling his upper body on his lap. His thumb was stroking Cas’s sharp cheekbone and there were more tears on his face.
“You’re an idiot.” he said, but there was no malice in his tone, there couldn’t be, “What am I supposed to do now, huh?”
His entire body ached from his head to his toes, but the ache in his heart was the greatest. He was tired of losing the people he loved, and he was tired of feeling like this.
He grit his teeth and closed his eyes, “I didn’t get to tell you I-”
When Cas had said it, back when he was dying, Dean couldn’t think. The only thing going through his mind then was that his best friend and…
“You scare me, man.” Dean said, “And now you’re gone and I miss being scared.”
There was no way to explain him and Cas. They were enemies, war buddies, friends, enemies again, best friends, and now… They were Dean and Cas. But Dean knew why it hurt so bad, why it felt like his hear had been ripped out and stomped on for thousands of years.
Summary: You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.
Warnings: Description of wounds/blood, Bucky being shameless
Note: I’m overwhelmed by the feedback I got on my last fic! You guys are great! So for my second fic I though I’d try out Bucky, again I’d love any constructive comments/criticism.
“Incoming! Incoming!” Odette, the surgical tech assigned to you rushes into the room.
“How many?” you ask, looking up from the table where you’ve laid out your tools.The tech flushes. You sigh. “What type of injuries?”
“Uh-hm..” the tech stutters. You turn around so you can hide your eye roll. “Dr.Cho’s been called in..” Odette says.
“Thank you, Odette” You say and head to the sink to scrub your hands again. You are a top scientist working for Fury, and besides having your degree in engineering you’re an MD who specializes in general surgery. So whenever the reinstated avengers go on mission you’re put on call, which basically consists of you waiting in the med bay in case anyone needs to be treated. Usually the injuries are minor, the team are unparalleled in what they do, and you just end up patching up deep scrapes or bullet grazes. Because of this and the fact you have daily work at the Avenger’s compound you’ve become very friendly with the team.
Your palms start to sweat. Today’s mission was supposed to be high risk and it’s a bad sign that Helen’s been called in. With you and one other doctor on call her and her technology are only called in for severe injuries. The door opens and a battered looking Steve supporting an even more battered looking Bucky walks in. Steve helps Bucky sit on the examination table.
“Any more injured?” You ask, pulling on gloves.
“Scrapes all around, except for Sam. He’s badly burned.” Steve blows air out of his mouth. You look at him, his brow is creased in worry.
“How badly?” You look at Bucky, he has a chunk of what seems to be jagged metal in his side, about two inches thick, protruding several inches from his gear. It seems to be a simple extraction job.
“Badly. But Park’s seeing to him” Samuel Park is the other doctor in the compound “Dr.Cho’s supposed to put him in the new Cradle.I hope she gets here soon.”
You walk to the table and pick up scissors and a knife. “Odette, You should go assist Dr.Park.” the tech nods, and scurries out the door. Steve goes to follow but looks back at Bucky.
“He’ll be fine, go,” You say, and with that Steve leaves.
You look at Bucky. His eyes are already trained on you. It reminds you of the time Steve came in for stitches. His forearm had been split open. Bucky leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, he remained silent but his eyes followed your every move. Even when you looked at him he didn’t break his gaze. You assumed he was just being protective over his best friend. Bucky hasn’t said more than two words to you in the time that you’ve known him. Even after he started opening up and joking around with the team he remained oddly silent around you. You assumed you annoyed him. He had no problem talking with the others and even flirting with the research techs.
You step up to him and start cutting away his gear. ‘Oops probably should have asked before I started cutting off his clothes’.Heat flushes down your neck and you stop your actions.
“Sorry, do you mind if I cut away your gear?”
“ ‘S fine” he says, voice low. You look up and you swear there’s a hint of smile on his face. You nod and continue. He smells of something metallic mixed with blood and sweat and a hint of….cologne…? As you cut away more of his gear you catch more of it. You try not to think about it. He’s handsome, the type of handsome that makes people do a double take. You try to ignore the broadness of his shoulders as his gear falls away, leaving him in a damp wife-beater.
“Ain’t even the first date and you’re already tryna get me outta my clothes.” He rasps, startling you. You stutter and stammer, before deciding not to respond.
“Okay,” you say, taking a breath. “I’m just going to take a look at this” You step in between his legs and inspect the metal shard. It looks worse than what you first thought it was. The shard is about the size of your hand and sticks out right below his rib cage, there’s a possibility that it might have hit some organs. There’s no exit point. Your heart rate goes up. Can a super soldier die if his major organs fail before his body can repair them?
You wheel over your table of tools. You wish you hadn’t sent away Odette.
“Can you lay down for me?,” You ask.
“Of course sugar.” He says, piercing you with his stare.
You take a deep breath, feeling flustered. Did this man want to die on the operating table?
You cut away his undershirt and prepare some local anesthesia.
“I’m going to try to numb the area, but I don’t know how well this will work. I’m sorry I don’t have anything else on hand.” You don’t even know if anesthesia would work on him.
“ ‘S alright, darling I’ve been through worse,” He says giving you a small smile. You feel your face fall as you think about how true his statement is. You numb him and take a deep breath.You move to start extracting the shard when his hand shoots out and grabs yours. You stop yourself from jumping.
“You know there is something that would make me feel better.” Bucky says, voice gravelly.
“Of course, what is it?” You place your tools back on the table. ‘Maybe a special painkiller?’ you think.
“A kiss,”Bucky’s face stretches into a wide smirk.
You splutter “James…!”
“Bucky.” he supplies, smirk not leaving his face.
“Bucky….I uh….I don’t think that would be necessary for minimizing your pain.”
“Oh I beg to differ darlin’“ He says.
You clear your throat and start to grab your tools again. Bucky says your name, pleadingly.
“Come on, ya really gonna deny a dyin’ man his final wish.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic tone. You fix him with your gaze.
“You’re not gonna die Bucky.”
“Here I am,bleeding out on your table, and all I’m askin’ for is one little kiss. Just one little kiss, from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye “….before she slices me open.”
You sigh. One thing you know about Bucky Barnes is that he’s stubborn as a bull. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble prickling you in a not unpleasant way.
For a moment Bucky just looks at you, it seems like he’s crawling underneath your skin with that stare. Then he groans “Really sugar? Ya gonna try and cheat a man with a chunk of metal in his side?”
“I-I, uh” You stammer
“You really are heartless.” He sighs dramatically, closing his eyes.
You war with yourself for a split second, before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As you start to pull away Bucky’s hand comes up and stops you, and he deepens the kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft, his stubble scratches your face deliciously. Remembering the fact that he has a piece of metal in his side, you slowly withdraw. Bucky tugs on your lip with his teeth as you do so, which makes you have to turn around in order to regain your composure. When you turn back around, Bucky’s face is split in an ear to ear grin.
“Alright beautiful, cut me open, I can now die a happy man.”
You swallow, “Shut up James,” you snap, hating how your voice shakes. You pick up your tools and start to remove the metal. It comes out surprisingly smoothly, except for the last few inches. As you pull them free, Bucky starts to bleed. Way too much. The end of the shard is jagged. You try to contain the blood. But there’s just so much, you call for assistance and try to repair the damage.
By the time you finish you’re covered in blood. “Bucky, Bucky can you hear me?” You say, stepping close and touching his face, he looks drawn, pale.
“His pulse is faint. But it’s there.” Odette says. You jump, you forgot she had come in.
“Alright,” you sigh, blowing hair back from your forehead. “Guess we’ll wait.”
Bucky’s moved to a different hospital bed in another one of the rooms, and fitted with IVs. Steve understandably freaks out, with two close friends gravely injured within 24 hours it’s no wonder. Sam’s healed now, resting. You tell Steve to do the same and sit in a chair in Bucky’s room. The others wander in and out of the room.You know with his regenerative properties he’ll recover, but when six hours pass you can’t help but worry. ‘Why hasn’t he woken up by now?’ .
You blink your eyes open as a sliver of sunlight passes across your face. You squint, looking at the clock on the wall: 7 am. Damn. You finished patching Bucky up at about 4 pm last night. You had fallen asleep in his room. ‘I’m terrible at keeping watch’ you scold yourself. ‘What if he had worsened during the night?’ You look over at Bucky, only to find him watching you. You jump.
“Man you need to stop doing that.” Your voice is thick with sleep. You lick your dry lips, feeling self conscious. Standing you hear your joints cracking as you walk over.
“How can I help it when you’re always lookin’ so gorgeous?” He smirks.
“Shut up,” You say, pulling back the covers and inspecting his wound. It looks nearly healed. “How do you feel?” you murmur.
“Alright,” He says wincing slightly as you put pressure on his wound. He sits up, and you try to ignore the way the muscles in his chest and stomach flex. “I’d feel better if you’d let me buy you dinner, though” He looks up at you through his lashes. You click your tongue.
“You really are shameless,”
“Come on, it’s the least I can do after bleedin’ all over ya.” You look down at yourself, your scrubs are crusted in dried blood. You start replacing the dressing on his wound.
“You say that to all the girls who stitch you up?” You quip, avoiding his gaze.
“Nope. But then again I don’t spend six months building up the courage to ask those girls out either.” You look at him for a long while,saying nothing, and notice how red starts to tinge his ears and creep up his neck.
“Alright,” You answer finally giving him a smirk of your own.
Bucky lets out a huge breath, and chuckles “Damn sugar, you really know how to make a man sweat, don’t ya?”
Summary : You hated everything
about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he
could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together,
forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a
choice. Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you
really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name
tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.
A/N :You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.
You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning. You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.
« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence. Jungkook moved his head, questionning.
« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth. The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
« Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.
« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.« We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.
You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work. Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.
« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.
« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.
He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.
You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven. You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.
It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.
You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.
Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.
The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs. You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.
Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.
« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook. People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.
You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes. Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.
« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to. « Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.
Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.
« We’re just having a little party. », he explained.« Dance with me. »
His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes.« Jungkook. », you said sweetly. The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.
« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. » Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.
« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »
In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.
If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.
You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.
After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.
Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.
A girl moaning.
You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever. You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.
You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face. You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear. You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.
To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened. You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.
Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck.
You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.
« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.
« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.
You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip. « Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.
Your hand smacked his torso,
« What the fuck, no. »
« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word. You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »
Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued,« Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.
He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you. His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it. Smirking, he hummed,
« You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »
He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them.
« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.
After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.
Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ? If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened. And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.
Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.
And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.
He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect. The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.
He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.
And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.
But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.
Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you. Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.
You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door.
« Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.
But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.
Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.
Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.
The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.
You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.
Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead. You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.
Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before
Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.
But you heard it again, clearer this time.
« Y/N, fuck ! »
And your heart sank, once again. Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,
It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again. You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.
You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso. He looked up, and froze.
For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.
Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.
« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.
« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.
« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone.
« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.
« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.
« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.
The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.
« Can I kiss you ? »
And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.
His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.
His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.
A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.
Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.
« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him.
Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.
Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.
« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.
You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.
« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.
« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy. His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.
He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.
Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off. Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.
« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.
« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.
You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.
He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.
« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.
« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.
You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.
« You. »
Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.
« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.
« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.« Moan for me or I’ll stop. »
You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.
Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.
He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.
« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.
Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.
A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.
Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.