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Jealous!hongjoong who glares at you whenever your attention is on anything but him, he feels like he needs to be the center of your entire world.

Jealous!hongjoong who clears his throat every time a person tries to talk to you for too long.

Jealous!hongjoong who squeezes your hand a little too hard whenever another person compliments literally anything you’re wearing, butting in and saying “yeah, I know. I was the one who bought it for her.” Before pulling you away from the conversation.

Jealous!hongjoong who always puts your chair right next to his, to the point neither one of you barely have any room.

Jealous!hongjoong who sucks his teeth and pulls that one smirk whenever he catches another man looking at you too long for his liking, even if the man was just zoning out.

Jealous!hongjoong who always keeps his hand on your lower back whenever you’re at a party or event. He claims it’s so you don’t get lost, but it’s so others know you’re taken.

— “What were you doing yesterday?” “Nothing, why?” “You didn’t answer my calls.”

Jealous!hongjoong who will bend you over in the bathroom when he can’t take it anymore, gripping your chin to make you watch through the mirror as well.

Jealous!hongjoong who leaves a trail of hickeys from your jaw to your collar bone, he needs it to be as visible as possible.

Jealous!hongjoong who if he’s feeling a little too jealous or upset, he’ll get a whip and will smack you on the ass with it over and over until he’s satisfied.

Jealous!hongjoong who won’t wear a condom, and he will make sure to cum inside as well. It reminds him that you are completely his and that he’s yours.

Jealous!hongjoong who will stop mid session just to hear you beg for him. It’s an ego boost for him.

Jealous!hongjoong who laughs at you when you start crying, telling you to suck it up and take it until he’s done.

Sneaking around became the easiest thing for you. Being quiet, a true assassin as Nat would say. It became your specialty out in the field for missions, taking another path from the rest, gliding along the floor without a sound before attacking the enemy from behind without them ever being able to catch a glance at you. This skill of yours became your trump card for sneaking out at night. Whether you were staying in your apartment in the Avengers compound or staying the week at the sanctum sanctorum with Wong and your overly protective brother, Stephen. No one ever noticed you were gone for hours in the night or missing at odd hours through the day. Who would though? Besides your brother. We were a SHIELD agent before an Avenger, and no one fully trusts SHIELD agents ever since Hydra tried to take over the world basically.

But I guess they had every right to hate SHIELD. You hated them too. You hated what they did to everyone. What they did to you. Jumping over a fence gate to start through a dimly lit alleyway. The same alley you take every night. You've taken this path so many times you think you could do it with your eyes closed. Down the alley, across the fourth street, take the fire escape up to the eighth floor through the window of apartment 802 and then;

"Angel..." His voice was deep, dark. Your body felt him before your eyes could gaze at him. His hands were on your waist, tugging at the hem of your jacket. You could smell the tattered leather and whiskey aroma seeping off him. His breath pooled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He was pure sin, a walking red flag. But god you loved everything about it.

"Hello, Soldat." Your words slipped off your tongue like beautiful vintage wine, seductive and tasteful. You missed this, miss him. You had been away on missions for the past month, spending nights craving to see your dark soldier. He finally turned you around, letting you see his eyes. His lustful eyes stared intensely into yours, reading your expression. A moment of silence pooled around both of you. The sound of the distant traffic, and people being rowdy on the night streets, all seemed to disappear. Fade out. Leaving only you and him.

"You took too long." His gravelled voice made you chuckle. He almost sounded sad that you had taken so long to get back to him and in truth he was worried he would miss you entirely. He was only in the city for another 2 weeks or so before Hydra shipped him back to one of the bases. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight them, as they had his code words to keep him in check. But when he met you a couple of months ago while he was on a stakeout, it changed him. You made him feel again.

Maybe being a villain wasn't something he was good at as he thought. Anyone of those Hydra agents would have killed you for getting too close but he willingly let you in without even knowing. And now here he is. Craving your touch when you're gone, missing your voice when he sleeps. His life has been nothing but hatred and darkness and now he has a light. His lips attached to yours, not letting you think of any excuse for you being away. The kiss was nothing but lustful and rough, his large body flush against yours, pushing you slowly until your back hit the wall with a thump. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer―if that was even possible―.

"Joong..." His name slipped off your tongue perfectly as he pulled away from your lips so he could latch them onto the hot flesh of your neck, He wasted no time to snake his hands under your shirt, gliding his hot flesh and cold metal fingers on your skin. The different temperature sends shivers down your spine. You drop your hands to grab the hem of your shirt so you could undress cause you know too well if he had to wait any longer he would just start ripping fabric and you don't want to walk home again without any panties like last time.

"Pretty...." He whispered, seeing your top half bare―having pulled your bra off along with your shirt―. His rough hands gripped your hips before chucking you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom into the very empty apartment. He chucked you onto the mattress that has only one lone sheet on it and a pillow. You hit the bed with a huff, sitting up on your elbows to watch your soldier unclip his tactical straps, letting his knife holsters fall to the ground. He didn't remove anything else just yet, I needed to taste you and his clothes were taking too long to remove.

"All mine." He smirked sadistically, feeling proud of himself to have such a gorgeous thing below him. He locked his lips with your nipple, swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, while his metal hand pinched the other.

"Hongjoong please..." Your begging while using his real name sparked something in him. Something almost human.... a low growl followed by his hands gripping your panties before ripping them off you. So much for not ruining any of your clothes. He dived into your core without another second, giving you a sharp shock to your system when his tongue met with your hot dripping core. You would have felt an unbelievable amount of embarrassment by the noises coming from your lips. Or the fact you have the winter soldier, the cruellest assassin is in between your legs. But you couldn't care less. The feeling of his tongue, his hands, his body, him, being against you. It was your own villainous heaven. And you wanted more, more, more.

"Joong I'm―" Before you could finish your sentence you felt the band in your stomach snap, cumming all over Hongjoong's face. He grunted slightly, moving back up your body quickly. He was brutal, biting, sucking, and licking your hot flesh, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake for you to admire in the mornings to come.

"My pretty Hero, falling apart for her solider." You whine, his words melt your core but you also felt cringe slightly at the pet name. He knew you hated that nickname, but he used it anyways. To tease you for being 'such a good girl' in his words. Hero? Would a hero be fucking the enemy right now? Would the hero be in love with the villain? What kind of enemies-to-lover crap concept is that? You weren't a hero. You were more, morally grey than anything. You would never agree with what Hydra does, but then again, Hongjoong didn't agree with them either, but it was all he knew, or all he remembered.

But some of the things these so-called heroes do are just as bad. It was just because they are labelled as heroes that they get away with it. Your brother and the Avengers were heroes. Not you. You didn't care for the world. The world never cared for you so why should to try and save something that never loved you in the first place? All you wanted was your soldier, your fucked up, broken, villainous but caring soldier.

"Hongjoong." His eyes snapped up to yours the second he heard his name slip off your tongue. He felt the position of sucking on your thighs to bring his lips to yours, giving you a slow, drawn-out kiss. It was a soothing kiss, filled with passion, unlike the rougher ones he had given you earlier in the night. He wanted it to last, just for a moment, so he can feel what it was to feel normal. To feel the humanity you gave him. He finally pulled away to look you in the eyes so he could hear your question but his heart stopped when your words slipped from your lips.

"Let's run away..."

Run?

He never thought of that. Running away from Hydra. Even after all these years of captivity and when they slowly extended his leash ever so slightly until he was alone to finally have peace and quiet. He never once thought running was an option. That is until he met you. His hands snaked up from their tight grip on your hips to lay on either side of your face. His nose grazed your own, closing your eyes for a moment, you both basked in the comforting silence. You knew he wouldn't answer right away, heck you didn't even know the answer for your own emotions to the question. Are you really willing to run? Run from being an Avenger? Run from your brother. God, he would kill you if he found out....

"Okay..." He uttered, sounding ever so slightly afraid. A shake in his tone.

"Okay." You whispered for confirmation, letting your hand cup his cheek, making him nuzzle into it. His lips pressed against yours once again, feeling an alluring sense of happiness. He was the only thing you wanted, and you to him.

The sound of a zipper catches your attention but his tongue in your mouth successfully distracts you and it's only until you feel the heat from the tip of his cock meet your entrance, that you knew he was pushing slowly into you.

"Joong..." You gasped into the kiss, making him pull away so he could sit up, gripping your hips in order to thrust more harshly. He watched you slowly come undone, whining, gripping the sheets and rolling your eyes at the vigorous ecstasy you were feeling. He watched the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts or the way a reddish blush takes over your face. You were so perfect to him. His little hero, his angel. The love of his life. The person he wants to be with forever.

"I love you..." His words came out in a grunt as he picked up the pace, gliding his metal hand down to circle your clit. You wiggled and panted under him, crying from the pleasure but also for the fact he said those three words. The words you craved to hear slipped from his mouth one day, and they finally did.

"I love you too. So, so much." Tears wet your cheeks, making him lean out to kiss the falling tears away. It was in too deep with you―metaphorically and literally―and he was going to do anything to have you, protect you. Even if that meant killing everyone in Hydra with his bare hands or hurting some heroes that might try and take you away from him. You are his and he wasn't going to let anyone have you ever again.

"Mine..."

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Loser!hongjoong who pretends to pass out whenever you compliment him, trying to hide his blushy cheeks from you.

Loser!hongjoong who sits in his studio for hours just to make a beat out of your name for a song.

Loser!hongjoong who keeps a journal of all your preferences, likes and dislikes. Making sure to write in it daily.

Loser!hongjoong who refers to you as ‘pretty lady’ whenever he talks about you to others.

Loser!hongjoong who covers his face with his hands whenever you kiss his cheek, peeking at you through his fingers.

Loser!hongjoong who follows you around like a lost puppy whenever you go to parties.

— “I made you this..” “That’s so sweet, joong.” “It reminds me of you…that’s why I did it…”

Loser!hongjoong who whines needily whenever you’re on top.

Loser!hongjoong who never knows where to grab you so he always ends up fisting the bedsheets.

Loser!hongjoong who gets so overstimulated he breaks down into sobs, arching his back off the bed whenever you suck him off.

Loser!hongjoong who always begs for you to allow him to touch himself.

Loser!hongjoong who grinds against the bed whenever he eats you out, the taste of you makes him harder than he thought he ever could get.

Loser!hongjoong who looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world.

Loser!hongjoong who pretends to pass out whenever you compliment him, trying to hide his blushy cheeks from you.

Loser!hongjoong who sits in his studio for hours just to make a beat out of your name for a song.

Loser!hongjoong who keeps a journal of all your preferences, likes and dislikes. Making sure to write in it daily.

Loser!hongjoong who refers to you as ‘pretty lady’ whenever he talks about you to others.

Loser!hongjoong who covers his face with his hands whenever you kiss his cheek, peeking at you through his fingers.

Loser!hongjoong who follows you around like a lost puppy whenever you go to parties.

— “I made you this..” “That’s so sweet, joong.” “It reminds me of you…that’s why I did it…”

Loser!hongjoong who whines needily whenever you’re on top.

Loser!hongjoong who never knows where to grab you so he always ends up fisting the bedsheets.

Loser!hongjoong who gets so overstimulated he breaks down into sobs, arching his back off the bed whenever you suck him off.

Loser!hongjoong who always begs for you to allow him to touch himself.

Loser!hongjoong who grinds against the bed whenever he eats you out, the taste of you makes him harder than he thought he ever could get.

Loser!hongjoong who looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world.