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The hemline of your dress inched upwards, showing off the backs of your upper thighs and- - she knowssssss she’s gotta know and i love it “Thanks! I got it yesterday and I figured with the weather being so nice, today was the perfect day to wear it!” you said, giving a little twirl. - stop! she’s so excited about her new dress!!!

"Y-yeah. You're absolutely right, having three otters would be my dream." - plsssss this is so funny but also cute and the fact that he talks about it enough for her to notice!!!

The problem at hand wasn't whether it was allowed, ‘incest’ (as Jake unfortunately called it) happened all the time in the Navy. - PLSSSSSS this is so fucking funny

Bob had no trouble believing you and he could be professional should you two date and it not work out. That happened all the time. - oh bobbers no 🥺

The hemline of your dress inched upwards, showing off the backs of your upper thighs and- - she knowssssss she’s gotta know and i love it

What ever happened to doors? Why were people so opposed to doors? Doors were lovely. You could close doors. - HA

For once, he couldn’t wait to start an episode of Love Island. Hell, he would even take an episode of The Bachelor at this point. - HA

"Do you like my dress?" - oh 🥺 she’s nervous! oh this is so sweet!! and then when she says she got it for him!?? oh sweet girl

The way you always touched his arm, your hand lingering on his skin as you bore your eyes into his. How you always texted him. How you baked a cake for his birthday. - oh sweet girl! the birthday cake really got me! like i imagine her getting a little 🥺 after awhile like why isn’t he getting it?

You stilled, a crestfallen look painting your face. “We shouldn’t?” Repeating the words felt like driving a knife through your heart. - oh 🥺 but then he makes it right real quick!!!

Timidly nodding, you explained, “Yeah. The days I didn't sit next to you were because….I had a dream about ya the night before.” - oh my god STOP!!! i’m obsessed

“I’m falling in love with you too Robby.” You were the only one who could call him that. It was that familiarity, that intimacy - ROBBY 🤭

“Hey, we can take our time, okay? I know it's, that it's a lot,” - HOT OF HIM

Fuck, he was a talker. You were doomed. - HOT

Unraveled- Bob Floyd

Summary: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, so much pining, language,

Bob Floyd didn't like to brag, but he considered himself pretty dang smart and sensible.

He knew the ins and outs of every jet he has flown. Hell, he could break it apart and put it back together again within a few hours, if that. He was able to quickly assess a situation, weigh the pros and cons, and come to a sound decision. It’s why he was the top WSO for the mission in Miramar.

So why has a piece of fabric thrown him for such a loop?

All Bob was trying to do was be polite. You had mentioned taking an Uber to the Hard Deck tonight and Bob knew the polite thing to do was to offer a ride. After all, he wasn't going to drink. You would save money. It's what any good friend would do. It had absolutely nothing to do with the crush he had been harboring since your first debriefing.

He was just trying to be courteous. The gentleman his Mama worked hard in raising. Getting to spend time with you, without the other members of your shared squadron around or loud music, wasn't even near the forefront of his mind when he made the offer. Bob was just trying to be a good friend. A good friend who just wanted to help. A good friend who was forcing himself to look at you through a platonic lens, not a romantic one.

Bob liked to think he was doing pretty well at that.

That is, until a dress came along and unraveled him.

Perhaps you said hello when you opened the door. You probably did, considering how polite you were. But all Bob could focus on was the way the fabric of your dress hugged your curves.

And what little fabric there was. He had seen you in civilian clothes before. But never anything like this. His mind absolutely went blank when you hugged him and he could feel how much of your bare skin was exposed. Due to the halter style of the straps, nearly your whole upper back was now perfectly visible.

“Um you-you look um nice,” Bob barely got out. He was too busy trying to burn the feeling of your soft skin into his brain. You were warm, like a walking ray of sunshine.

“Thanks! I got it yesterday and I figured with the weather being so nice, today was the perfect day to wear it!” you said, giving a little twirl. Bob tried to focus on the pattern of dress; how the green brought out your eyes.

But all he could focus on was the curves of your body, now being highlighted. The way the halter style made your breasts swell and the lack of a bra very apparent. How the fabric stopped at the top of your thighs when you spun, giving Bob a peek of what he often thought about late at night.

This was bad.

“I take it you came early to watch an episode of Love Island before we leave?” You asked as he stumbled walked in.

The truth was, Bob wasn’t a fan of reality TV. But he watched because it gave the two of you a chance to talk to one another. Just as friends, nothing more. When watching the silly show, you two could make jokes, talk about things other than work.

“Yeah! Ready to watch hot people make poor decisions again,” Bob said with a nervous laugh. The joke failed to put him at ease. If anything, it reminded him that he was about to spend at least forty minutes with you and that did not include the drive to the Hard Deck.

“You’re using my tagline!” your smile lit up your whole face. Bob was certain it could light up the whole turmac. All he could do was nod, his heart fluttering when you grabbed his hand, leading him into the living room.

"I have some kettle corn in the microwave for you! I also made cherry seltzer water!" Bob could feel heat rush to his face. You always remembered the little details that no one else seemed to pick up on; that he loved salt but had an even bigger sweet tooth. How in an attempt to cut back on soda, he switched to sparkling water. His favorite flavor was cherry because it reminded him of cherry coke.

"Did you see the video I sent you?" You gently squeezed Bob's hand as you two sat down.

"Y-yeah. You're absolutely right, having three otters would be my dream." Ever since learning about Bob's favorite animal, you had sent him every otter-related video you came across while scrolling the internet. You even got him a pair of Otter socks for his birthday. It was the fact you paid attention to seemingly minor details that made Bob fall head over heels for you.

But alas, you were a coworker. The problem at hand wasn't whether it was allowed, ‘incest’ (as Jake unfortunately called it) happened all the time in the Navy. After all, there were only so many things you could do on a ship before switching to people. No, it was the potential issues that came with dating. Rejection being the main one. Bob had no trouble believing you and he could be professional should you two date and it not work out. That happened all the time. What worried him was rejection. Having to go to work everyday and put on a facade, that things were fine. When deep down, he knew he'd be heartbroken. And even worse, he'd no longer have your friendship.

So Bob settled, as he often did when it came to love. He took comfort knowing he'd still have you, albeit as a friend instead of a partner. That should be more than enough. For the last few months, he had convinced himself that it was enough.

But God was it difficult when you bent over right to grab the remote.

The hemline of your dress inched upwards, showing off the backs of your upper thighs and-

he could see the swell of your ass. He could see the flash of red lace. Your skin looked so soft and supple and you were so close he could just reach out and-

Oh God he was hard. Oh no.

This was bad. Worse than that time he popped an erection during sex ed in middle school. There, he at least had a jacket and a desk to cover it.

But here? He was a full grown adult and San Diego’s seventy degree weather didn't give him any additional layers. Bob looked around, desperate for something, anything, to hide his cock that was currently straining against his jeans.

Thank fuck for your love of decorative pillows.

He grabbed the closest one, shaped and designed like a pomegranate. You were so excited the day you picked it up from some Facebook Marketplace deal. He had driven you, partly out of wanting to spend time with you, partly because he wanted to ensure you were safe. It was adorable and definitely shouldn’t be used for nefarious purposes, such as hiding a boner. This was wrong, so fucking wrong.

Bob was trying to think of anything and everything that would kill this boner. But his spot on the couch aligned perfectly with the entranceway of the kitchen, where you currently were, rummaging around to fix Bob a drink.

What ever happened to doors? Why were people so opposed to doors? Doors were lovely. You could close doors. Every time he tried to think of something, you were right in his line of view, turning every thought into something more devious.

His family? His family would love you. If you two got married you could make your own family.

Work? You worked with him, in that damn flight suit that clung to your every curve. No one else could make that god forsaken green fabric look good.

School? God, you were so smart. The top of your class. And witty, always ready with a clever, underhanded comeback. It’s how you two originally bonded, both having muttered something about Jake under your breath.

Bob Floyd was screwed. Thoroughly.

He tried to comfort himself with the fact that soon you two would be watching people in their early twenties making the dumbest decisions over dating. If anything were to be a boner killer, that had to be it. He just needed to make it through then.

“Bob?” Your lithe voice broke him out of his thoughts. Not that it was much of a reprieve, with the way you were standing at the kitchen entranceway with a glass of sparkling water in each hand, “You good?”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m great!” He said with an all too eager nod, desperate to convince you this was truly the case. Fuck, you were so beautiful. And you were showing so much skin. He had seen you on the beach before, adorned in athletic shorts and a sports bra. But this was different.

The dress was far too nice for the Hard Deck. No, you deserved to be taken to a nice restaurant, one with a lovely outdoor patio. The image of you sitting on a lovely chair with a glass of wine in your hand came easily to Bob. It was also the perfect dress for a picnic, particularly at the nearby park, specifically in that little secluded area. God, the idea of you laying down on a red and white checkered blanket, the hem of your dress pushed up your thighs as he leaned over you, ready to take you-

Bob leaned forward, clutching the pillow as he tried to will himself the strength to get it together.

“Bob? Are-are you okay?” You quickly placed the drinks down on the coffee table, rushing over to kneel in front of him on the couch.

Oh what a sight that was, you looking up at him with big eyes, full of concern. Your hands were on his biceps, and Bob knew if he looked down he would have the perfect view of your breasts.

It was so hot and also the very last thing Bob fucking needed.

“I’m good. Stomach doesn’t agree with what we had for lunch, that’s all.” Lying was never good, his mother instilled that in him at an early age. But in this scenario, Bob was certain the truth was much worse.

“I’ll go get you a ginger ale!” Bob opened his mouth to protest, though no words came out due to seeing not only the tops of your thighs, but a flash of your ass as you spun around to go back into the kitchen.

For a few seconds, the supple, plump flesh was so close to him. Practically within arm’s reach.

Maybe he should just leave while you were in the kitchen.

But that would be rude. Not only rude, but it would raise your suspicions if they weren’t high already. Plus, he had already promised you a ride to the Hard Deck. He couldn’t just leave you hanging, not after you brought a dress for the occasion. He may be in dire need of a cold shower, but the last thing Bob Floyd was going to do was hurt you. He squeezed the pillow, knuckles turning white as he tried to find strength. For once, he couldn’t wait to start an episode of Love Island. Hell, he would even take an episode of The Bachelor at this point.

“Here ya go,” You sat down on the couch next to him, glass of ginger ale in hand. You even remembered how much ice he preferred in his cold beverages. You were perfect.

“Thanks,” Bob slowly took one hand off the pillow, the other still holding onto it for dear life.

“You uh, like that pillow?” You chuckled, though your nerves still shined through.

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Bob looked down, ensuring his big problem was still covered, “It uh, helps my stomach!”

You raised an eyebrow, though you didn’t further question it. Instead, much to Bob’s delight, you reached for the remote, clicking through until you finally landed on the desired episode. With a shaking hand, Bob gulped down the ginger ale, promptly placing it on the coffee table so he could have both hands on the pillow.

The room was silent, saved for the ridiculous conversations happening on the TV screen. Normally you and Bob would be shoulder to shoulder, laughing as you both narrated your opinions on the contestants. But today Bob was rigid, his fingers still clutching to the pillow on his lap. He hadn’t even touched the bowl of popcorn.

"Do you like my dress?" It took everything in Bob not to groan at your question. The last thing he needed was a reason to look at you. But how could he deny himself such a chance? So he put on his best smile as he turned to face you.

"Uh yeah it's lovely. I'm sure everyone will love it-"

"I got it for you.” Your voice was soft as you hit the pause button on your remote, eyes remaining on the screen.

The words hit Bob like a freight train.

"What? Why would you-"

You shrugged, fingers toying with the short hem of your dress, "I thought maybe, if you saw me in something different, something that wasn't my flight suit or a tee shirt, that maybe you would finally notice me?”

You finally looked him in the eyes, “Maybe you'd finally notice that I've been trying to flirt with you for the last few months?"

Bob opened his mouth just to promptly close it. He thought back to the last few months, now analyzing every seemingly ordinary interaction he had with you.

The way you insisted on sitting next to each other during lunch. As well as during briefings. And when you went to the Hard Deck. Whenever a guy tried to flirt with you there, you turned them down, focusing your attention back on him, continuing your conversation about his latest D&D campaign or a Lego set you had found that reminded you of him. The way you always touched his arm, your hand lingering on his skin as you bore your eyes into his. How you always texted him. How you baked a cake for his birthday. The little trinkets you’d bring him.

Oh god, he was a fucking idiot.

The tension in the room was thick. You, sitting restlessly as you waited for Bob to acknowledge what you had said. Bob, processing your words and what they meant.

“How long?” Bob asked, his voice soft yet firm.

You chuckled as you shook your head, “Honestly? First day. We hadn’t even spoken yet. I saw you walk in and you just were….not only handsome but also looked so kind? Then you offered me a spare pencil, made that comment about Jake’s driving and I….was a goner.”

“I saw you talking to Halo before the briefing room was open,” He confessed, “She said something that made you laugh and it….it was the prettiest sight I had ever seen.”

“We’ve wasted a lot of time, huh?” You both stared ahead at the TV, still too fearful to face each other.

Bob dryly chuckled, “Yeah….a lot of time. Months, if we’re being more exact.”

The two of you remained in silence, your words sinking in. Neither sure what should be said, if anything should be said. Until finally, you spoke up.

“Bob? What’s underneath the pillow?”

His hips shifted, involuntary, “What?” For a moment, he forgot about the darn pillow and the erection he was covering with it.

The cluelessness in his voice brought a giggle, “The pillow? Why are you using it to cover your lap?”

Bob sighed, “Can I at least kiss you first?”

You nodded, moving to close the gap between you and Bob. Pillow be damned, his hands cupped your jawline, giving you a sweet smile before leaning in, closing the gap between your lips and his.

Bob Floyd’s lips were soft, no doubt due to the sweet mint chapstick you'd watch him apply countless of times. You didn't want to admit how often you'd wondered about the taste, what his hands would feel like on your body. God, they were huge. His thumbs rested comfortably on your jawline, but you could feel his other fingers spanning your neck, down to your collarbone.

The first kiss was gentle, practically modest. Your lips were only apart for several seconds, if that, before connecting again.

You easily found his shoulders, grasping them for purchase. The gap between your bodies was too much, Bob wanted to be as close as possible. So his hands trailed down your body, skimming along until they found the back of your thighs. Using his strength, he moved your body, situating you onto his lap.

A high pitched gasp fell from your lips upon feeling the bulge that was straining against his jeans. Good god, he was thick. You had heard whispers, chalking it up to typical locker room talk.

Nope, those rumors were one hundred percent true.

“I’m sorry,” Bob groaned, hands exploring your soft curves. Worst of all, he sounded earnest, only making you want to touch him more.

“I-I wore this on purpose ah-after all,” you confessed, finding it difficult to speak as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your exposed chest.

Right. You wore this on purpose. To entice him. To see if perhaps he felt the same burning desire. Once realization hit him again, Bob’s hands moved along your back, just stopping above your ass.

Wait, he was about to touch your ass.

“We-we shouldn’t,” Bob mumbled, retracting his hands from your body. You stilled, a crestfallen look painting your face.

“We shouldn’t?” Repeating the words felt like driving a knife through your heart. Had regret finally emerged, beating the rush of adrenaline? Was he going to regret this, ask that you two never speak about it ever again, pretend it never happened?

“I…” Bob sighed, “I need to take you on a date first.”

Bless his heart.

Sighing, you relaxed your body into his, resting your head in the crook of his neck, “You’re too sweet, y’know that?”

Bob chuckled, “That's supposed to be my line.”

His hands gave your hips a loving squeeze, causing you to nestle further into him, until your bodies were nearly molded as one. Your lips searched for his, trailing up his neck, his jawline, along the side of his button nose until finally reaching his soft lips. Bob shifted in his seat, causing you to do the same. As a result, you could feel his erection, despite the layers of clothes.

“Good lord Bobby, you've just been walking around with all that?” Bob groaned, but not due to your words. No, it was because you had started moving your hips in circles, his erection now pressed against your covered core.

“I’m- I’m trying to be a gentleman.” Bob couldn't even look at you. He didn't want to stop. He should stop. Maybe you two could skip the Hard Deck and go out to dinner. Then he could take you home and not feel as guilty.

“You can be a gentleman later,” by throwing your arms over his shoulder you finally had access to his neck. His skin was so soft, so delicate. How could you not sink your teeth into his neck?

Normally you'd have better self control than this. But you were ovulating and had six months of sexual frustrations and wet dreams-

“You had dreams about me?” Uh-oh. That wasn't meant to be said out loud. Granted, maybe it was for the best to get everything out in the open.

Timidly nodding, you explained, “Yeah. The days I didn't sit next to you were because….I had a dream about ya the night before.”

A band had snapped within Bob, no doubt due to the numerous times you didn't sit next to him during briefings.

Within seconds, you found yourself on your back against the couch, the bespectacled WSO hovering over you. There was a fire flickering in his blue eyes as he remained laser focused on your face.

“After this, you're putting this dress back on and I'm taking ya out to dinner, is that clear?” his voice was gruff and deep, similar to when he did a hundred pushes that one day (that you definitely didn't think about while masturbating).

Chest heaving, dress pushed up to your upper thighs, lips kiss bitten, God, you looked like an angel to Bob. He remembered learning about angels in church growing up. How pious they were, that seeing them was a sign of comfort, that they would guide one to safety, to a holy life.

There was nothing holy about what he wanted to do to you.

His mouth was hot, searing kisses along your skin. Your back arched into him, desperate for me. But he always seemed to pull away before you could get enough. Would you? Ever get enough of Bob Floyd?

Finding an answer would have to wait, for now you wanted to relish in the feeling of Bob’s hands kneading your breasts. It was obvious you weren't wearing a bra, a fact Bob ob had spent forty minutes trying not to think about. He still felt a smidge of guilt, as though the newly drawn line between friends and more hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Was he even supposed to be doing this?

“You can keep going. I want you to.” You sensed his hesitation. In all the time you knew Bob, he had never taken someone home for a one night stand. He wasn’t like that. He needed time to build a connection, to feel comfortable enough to be himself. That’s why he loved spending time with you. With you, there was no need to put up a front, no need to be fearful of judgement.

“And then afterwards, we can order some Thai food and continue watching the episode, if you want. Or we can just do that now,” your hands cradled his jaw, gently forcing him to look at you. He found a sweet, reassuring smile, similar to the one that made him smitten six months ago.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Bob could be blunt, and often was when it came to his colleague’s shenanigans. But with his own feelings? He always chose his words carefully.

Hence why his admission took you some time to process. Bob could see it on your face; first your eyes widened, lips slightly parting as if driven by the need to respond immediately. But then your lips closed, your brain quickly gaining back self control.

“I’m falling in love with you too Robby.” You were the only one who could call him that. It was that familiarity, that intimacy, that gave him the courage to move his hands to your hemline up to your hips, revealing the thin, lacy red fabric underneath.

You were breathtaking. Always were. But this? This solidified things for Bob. You two had made a step forward in your relationship. Many things would still be the same. But there were now new things to experience. Simply another layer of intimacy had been added.

His long fingers skimmed over the fabric of your panties, every touch sending a spark of electricity along your spine. Every stroke caused a small gasp to fall from your lips, music to Bob’s ears. Lowering himself, Bob decorated your hips with opened mouth kisses. Finally, gaining enough courage, his fingers pushed your panties to the side.

Fuck, you were wet.

If there was any hesitation left in Bob, it died upon seeing how visibly aroused you were. He had done that. No one else. Lowering himself even more, he was now at eye level with your wet cunt. This wasn’t some vivid wet dream.

When his touch licked a broad stripe up your slit, a broken moan fell from your lips, echoing off the walls. It was the prettiest sound Bob had heard. He wanted to hear it again. All the time.

With more confidence, Bob begins lapping up your arousal, determined to taste every inch of you. His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you closer. Looking down, you see his glasses are now crooked, though you highly doubt Bob cares, given how his eyes are half closed in pleasure.

Wait, was he grinding against the couch?

The discovery caused your thighs to clamp over Bob’s ears, your hips thrusting upwards to get more of his talented tongue. Bob wasn't reserved around you, never had been. But this was a new side to him that you had wondered if it ever existed. Animalistic. Devouring. Loud.

His groans vibrate against your core, only heightening the pleasure. Slowly, his right hand goes from your hips to your core, mouth moving to your clit as the long digits trace your opening.

“Oh my God, please,” you all but beg, not quite ready to admit how often you thought about his fingers and how they would feel inside of you.

Always thinking about your comfort, Bob started off with just one finger. You tried to fuck yourself with it, your own fingers gripping the soft strands of his hair for better leverage. The thought of making you beg crossed Bob’s mind. Would you like that? Would you be open to that? There were so many new topics to discuss, so many new boundaries to explore now.

You happily welcomed the stretch of two, three fingers. Bob found the little moans you let out to be quite adorable. He could feel his cock throb against his jeans, but pleasing you took priority.

“C’mon honey. Wanna feel you come on my fingers.” His voice was low, husky even.

“C-can you be inside me? Like your…your cock?” A broken groan fell from Bob’s lips at the very thought of being inside of you.

“I don't….I don't think I'll last long,” he admitted sheepishly. Hell, he could probably come just from eating you out. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. In fact, it sounded pretty good- bringing himself to the height of pleasure just from ravishing you.

“I don't think I will either,” you giggled, “But we’ll….we have lots of other times to go slow.”

Bob helped you sit up on the couch. “You wanna go to the bedroom?” He asked, thinking about how this could be more comfortable for you.

Instead, you shook your head, hands moving to his jeans, hastily undoing the buttons.

Now it was your turn to explore, to discover. There was a dark trail of hair that went past the waistband of his jeans. He wore boxer briefs. And Bob Floyd had the prettiest cock.

His face turned bright red at the compliment, “Oh it's…I mean it's like fine, but it's not-”

“Take the damn compliment Robert,” you all but scolded, eliciting a laugh from him, your favorite. The high pitch, near giggle one. The one that made your heart flutter.

Feeling at ease, you moved so that you were hovering over Bob’s lap. Your fingers moved to the base of his cock, making you realize you would have to ease yourself into it.

“I gotcha,” his hands found your hips, slowly easing you down. His sapphire eyes never left your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He went slow, waiting until you made it vocally known you were ready for more.

By the time you reached the base of Bob’s cock, you were a mess. You wanted him to move, to fuck you within an inch of your life. But he was also so big. The stretch was nothing you had experienced before.

“Hey, we can take our time, okay? I know it's, that it's a lot,” he assured you, as though he could sense your internal conflict. His lips found yours, and in that kiss you found comfort. Bob grounded you, always had, whether it was up in the air or right here on your couch.

How much time had passed, who was to say? You could recall both your phones vibrating a few times, no doubt messages from the rest of your squad. Those messages could wait.

“I think I'm ready,” you whispered against Bob’s lips. He needed, digging his fingers into your hips to gain a better grip. With his help, you lifted yourself no more than a couple of inches off his cock, returning to the base.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Bob moaned. You just made Bob Floyd curse. Something not even a bird strike could do. That four letter word gave you the confidence to lift your hips up on your own accord, returning swiftly. Slowly, just an inch or two, which became several inches. Up and down motions turned to swiveling your hips in a circular rhythm. What was once a quiet living room, saved for a few small gasps and the static from the TV, had now become a symphony of melodic pants and groans.

Bob could tell you were close. Your pussy was tightening around his cock more and more, your fingers dug into his broad shoulders, as if trying to anchor yourself. You practically whined at the sight of Bob taking two fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his tongue. He lowered them to where your bodies connected.

Upon first contact with your clit, your head dropped to the crook of his neck, unabashedly moaning his name, hips moving in a now frantic motion.

“That's it, I gotcha.” Fuck, we he going to talk you through it? Was Bob Floyd a talker? Ironic, considering at work he was known as a man of few words.

“Feels s’good, being inside ya.” Fuck, he was a talker. You were doomed, “Wanna, wanna make us cum. Bet ya gonna feel even better when ya soak- fuck- soak my cock.”

Your brain was hazy. Was this real? If it was a vivid wet dream, you never wanted to wake up. Was it wrong to hope that you were in a medically induced coma, so that if this was indeed a dream, you wouldn’t have to wake up so soon? Surely, your friends and family would understand upon meeting Bob.

Then he pointedly thrusted his hips upwards, reminding you that no, this wasn’t a dream. No, you wouldn’t wake up feeling frustrated and unable to look him in the eye. After this, you two could go out to eat, on a real date. Not some hey let’s get dinner that feels like a date in everything except in name. You could also order delivery and cuddle up on the couch. Maybe you could even shower with him beforehand, and see his bare body, find out what was truly hiding underneath that flight suit. Oh, he was deceptively strong, you always knew that. But to see it, to feel the hard planes of his muscles? Oh, that would be quite the joy to experience.

“Sweet girl,” you clenched at that nickname, you wanted him to continue calling you that for eternity, “Let go. Know ya want it.”

“I-I do,” you all but whined. Bob found the noise cute. What other sounds did you make? What would you sound like if he kept fucking you after you came? What about if he ate you out for hours? Or teased you until you were teetering on the edge?

There were so many questions, so many areas to explore. But for now, Bob was satisfied with experiencing how tightly you clenched his cock, how you practically sang his name as you came. Your release triggered his, pulling your hips down until they were flushed against his. His lips smashed against yours, swallowing your moans.

Then there was silence. No words spoken. Only the sounds of panting, you both clearly trying to catch your breath, and kisses exchanged, ones that neither of you could resist giving.

Realization hits you like a freight train. “I’m on birth control.”

Bob’s eyes widened, “Oh thank God.” He was usually so good about asking, about pulling out. But you….you made his brain feel like cotton.

“You saying you don’t want to have kids with me?” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek to let him know you were only saying it in jest.

“Not yet.” You sat up to find he had an earnest smile on his face, cheeks rosy and eyes shining in adornment.

Bob Floyd was going to be the death of you.

So you brushed several strands of sandy brown hair off of his forehead, replacing them with a kiss, "Gotta get me a ring first."

Luckily, you were going to be the death of Bob Floyd.

#bob fic

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cevansbrat0007 · 9 months ago

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hey bestie, could plsssss do the TikTok Tyla Jump dance trend on Ari and Andy 🙏I absolutely loved ur most recent one 💕! No pressure tho love, do it only if you like the idea

Hi darling! So, I looked this up and (unless you or someone else) could maybe explain it to me, I'm not sure how a fic surrounding this would work. If you can provide more detail then maybe we can do something...

It seems like a fun challenge though. I know I couldn't look even remotely cool while dancing like that.

#cevansbrat0007 asks #jump dance challenge #tyla #tiktok challenge #she's so pretty

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slxtarchive · 1 year ago

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helllooo can i get a Colby Brock x femreader imagine where the reader and colby are friends and they both have feelings for each other but are too shy to say anything and one of them ends up confessing?

𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 ✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you thought it was another regular hang out with your best friend colby until suddenly one sentence changed everything ...

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. none just the anxiety of telling someone how u feel and minimal kissing :3

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. ty ty for this request i really wanna do more with snc and it can even get a little r rated so lmkkk smirk smirk...hope u like this!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 1900+

ding ding

you heard your phone ring from your room. you were currently in the kitchen fixing yourself up an açaí bowl which you had been craving for the past week.

colby :3: hang today?

you smiled just at the notification.

god, what had he done to you?

you: sure why not i have nothing better to do :/

colby :3: wow you sound so excited

you: omg yes colby brock i would love to hang out with you it would literally make my life 1000000 times better

you looked up from your phone and found yourself literally beaming at your conversation.

colby :3: that’s more like it, pick you up in 20?

you: yeah that’s good can we get food before too plsssss

colby :3: anything for you

you loved his messages and clicked the power button on your phone to turn it off. you set it down and processed your literal two-word conversation.

you were extremely in love with that man.

for the next twenty minutes, you basically did nothing since you were already ready for the day. you went ahead and put your açaí bowl in the fridge to save for later and spent the rest of the time bouncing your leg in anticipation for colby to send you that ‘here’ message.

knock knock

you groaned hoping it wasn’t those kids playing ding dong ditch again.

you open the door ready to go off but instead, you feel like you’re dreaming because in front of you was the most gorgeous man ever.

“here.” he said smiling and letting himself in.

you quickly recovered and rolled your eyes. “oh come in why don’t you.”

you closed and locked the door feeling your heart reach an unhealthy speed but kept it cool.

“where’s sam and why isn’t thee here,” you say done on one of the stools next to the counter.

“thee had to do some work stuff i don’t know what but he seemed very eager to get it done.” he stood on the opposite side of where you were sitting on the other side of the counter. his arms out in front of him leaning on it. his sleeves were rolled up slightly and you saw his veins popping out a bit.

you couldn’t help but stare.

“so is it just us today or what? please say no,” you said jokingly.

“it is and you’ll love it.” he said. “you ready to go.”

“yes sir i’m starving.” you grabbed your house keys and your purse and paced to the door. before you could open it colby was already there opening it for you.

“after you.” he opened the door widely enough for you to get by. as you were walking out though, his hand placed itself on the bottom of your back leading you out. you turned around to lock the door put bumped into him like an idiot.

“fuck, sorry,” you said picking up the keys that you had dropped and looked up making eye contact with him. his hands were on your waist and you could tell instantly because they felt like they were burning.

“it’s okay.” he smiled down at you. his pointer finger touched your chin a bit but then his facial expression faltered. he cleared his throat and moved out of the way for you to lock the door.

you went and locked the door then followed colby to the elevator. you both got in and pressed L.

“so what’s the food choice.” colby said with his arms crossed.

“mmm chinese?” he shook his head. “pizza?” shook his head once again. “mexican?” again. “italian?” again. you tilted your head in annoyance. “colby what do you want to eat.”

he looked down and smiled then learned his throat. “ummm let’s do…chipotle?”

“perfect”

you were lying in colby’s bed eating your chipotle bowl as colby was as well. you both were laughing at the show you were watching and every now and then you’d bawl up next to him and bury your head in his shoulder when the joke was funny enough.

“i’m so full.” you blew a breath out resting your head down.

“me too.” he said taking both his and my bowl and setting it on his end table.

you shifted to make yourself more comfortable and to maybe scoot closer to him.

gosh, you needed to stop.

you didn’t want to ruin anything. you knew how you felt about him plain and simple.

it was hard to keep it a secret but if it meant keeping him around and not losing him you weren’t going to ruin it by telling him how you felt.

you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the bed move.

“i’m so tired.” he yawned.

you looked at the clock on his bedside table.

11:42 it read.

“oh shit it’s late i should probably get going.” you said starting to sit up. his bed was so comfortable you hated the thought of leaving. totally not because you want to stay with him

“no no, you don’t have to you can stay.” he said as he took off his shirt. you knew you were bound to stare so you looked away pretending to check your phone.

“oh, are you sure i’m serious i can go.” you said getting up and grabbing your shoes off the floor but in one quick motion, he jumped across the bed grabbed your shoes threw them on the floor then pushed you down on the bed.

you made a thump and when you opened your eyes he was on top of you. “stay pleasee.” he dragged out. he was smiling down at you.

he looked so beautiful. it was like time stopped. you felt like you were being dramatic but seriously, it felt like you were under his gaze forever.

his eyes moved swiftly between your eyes and pink lips. at one point, he licked his bottom l,ip and his own eyes were trained on yours for a few seconds.

his smile faltered and you swore you could feel his presence getting closer.

“i…guess i can stay.” you whispered. not noticing how close he got to your face. so close to the point where a strand of his hair was hurting your forehead.

he got closer and you closed your eyes for a split second.

he broke the silence with words you’d never believe you would hear. “you’re doing crazy things to me y/n.” his voice was soft.

crazy things…

“like what?” your eyes flit between both of his.

your heart was beating fast. so fast you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and run away from you.

“you're on my mind 24/7. i never not think about you.” his hand moved to the apple of your teach caressing it softly. he then moved your hair behind your ear. “i want to kiss you so bad right now, but i don’t want anything to change.”

your eyes widen a bit at his proposal.

so he does feel the same about you? you were confused. colby never did anything that remotely made you think his feelings were being reciprocated…but his words right now are making you feel like the most special girl in the world.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. i just couldn’t - you know never mind.” he started getting up. “just forget that happened um i’m gonna use the restroom.”

“colby wait.” you said but you werent looking at him, you were looking at the ground. you were too busy afraid of his gaze.

you heard his footsteps come to a halt.

“i…i never thought you’d feel the same way about me” your eyes started to tear up because of how emotional you were becoming. you despised when you did that.

you stood up to face him and were met with his blue eyes practically piercing through your soul.

“look, every day since we met i knew something about you drew me in. you’re intelligent…sometimes. you have the best humor. whenever we hang out i have the best time. we click so well. you cheer me up everytime i’m sad or depressed.” you listed off looking down at your hands as you counted. you were too nervous to look at him. “you’re just amazing and im the luckiest girl alive to be able to call you one of my best friends.” you continued. making eye contact with nothing but the floor.

what a way to end it y/n. you thought to yourself.

you didn’t want colby to regret his words. the last thing you needed was to fall hard for him, even more than you have now, and for him to get over it in a week or two. you weren’t degrading your best friends' relationship skills (if that's what you call them) but in the end, you needed to focus on yourself and do what's right for you.

“i really don't want you to regret your words.” you started to ramble. “i like you and i love you. i don't know what kind of love i…i of course love you as my best friend but like each day i spend time with you i just i feel like im getting closer to falling in love with you but take my words with a grain of salt please because i…i cant lose you.” you felt like you lost your breath. as you tried to calm down you felt a pair of eyes burning into you.

you finally looked up and met those same blue eyes once again.

“please…say something colby. i just-“ before you could even finish your sentence colby raced towards you and swiftly held your face in his hands and your lips met.

you’d only dreamed of this moment. you never once thought it would come true.

as soon as you started to kiss back he grabbed on your waist causing you to thread your hands in his hair. the closeness was making you dizzy causing you to pull away.

when you disconnected your lips and opened your eyes colby leaned forward again neediness in his eyes.

“what are we doing colby.” you sighed your hands still wrapped around his neck in his hair and his on your waist trying to pull you closer.

“y/n, i want you now, tomorrow, yesterday, last year, next year i don't care. i just want to be with you. i love you and i want you to know that you would never just be a quick one-and-done relationship to me. i want to do this with you, please.” his words struck you by surprise. you were aware he implied all this earlier but yet you were still hesitant.

“promise me nothing will change.” you whispered with your head to his chest.

“i cant promise that, baby. but i can promise i will try my hardest for you. i want us to work okay?” the pet name made your heart jump.

god you really didn’t wanna lose him.

“you’ll still be my best friend right?” you looked up at him.

“of course.” he chuckled. “i need to be annoying you 24/7.”

you smile and laugh.

“i’ve always loved your laugh. you’re the most beautiful girl ever.” he said making you shy away into his shoulder. “you know that right?”

“you make me believe so.” you said.

he kissed the top of your head then brought his hand to your chin lifting your head up to face his direction. he then leaned down and pecked your lips.

you could get used to this.

“i hope you believe it because it’s true.”

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alisonsfics · 4 years ago

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hot summer nights

pairing: dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x daughter!reader

request: “i would like to request something similar, on a family party, they meet after a long time, a year or something, and the reader is single buck is single, and they just feel this sexual tension all the way, but it's a territory they don't know they should step in. so reader goes into for something, or the bathroom, and bucky decides to go after her, to talk to her. and it turns out to be not just talking. Soo smut plsssss. thanks love 💕” - @badasseddy

word count: 3.8k

warnings: swearing, age gap, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, minors DNI (18+ ONLY)

a/n: i never normally write requests this quick, but there’s just something about dadsbestfriend!bucky

“Here, I’ll take this and you go answer the door” your dad instructed, taking the bowl out of your hand. Today was the annual “Rogers Summer Barbecue,” as your dad called it.

Every summer, he hosted a barbecue and invited all his family and friends. Being his daughter, you were in charge of helping him put it all together. You were currently helping him finish all the food. No one was supposed to show up for another hour, but there was a knock at the door.

You wiped your hands off on your jeans and headed towards the front door. You unlocked and opened the door, half expecting it to just be an Amazon delivery. It wasn’t.

It was Bucky, your dad’s best friend since forever. You hadn’t seen him in over a year.

You were currently in college, and you decided to spend a year studying abroad. This barbecue was the first time you’d be seeing some family and friends in a year.

“Oh...Bucky. Hi” you said, softly.

The last time you saw Bucky was at your dad's birthday party. You both had been seeing people at the time, but you both had come inches away from kissing.

The next day you flew to London for your classes. Neither of you had talked about it since then. You liked to pretend that it hadn’t happened. You assumed you imagined it: the way his eyes glanced down to your lips, the way you could feel the nerves in the air, and the way you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anybody.

It was easier to ignore it than deal with how much those feelings could ruin your life. It was a line you couldn’t risk crossing.

“It’s been a while. You look...good” he said, at the same volume. His eyes ran up and down your figure, taking all of you in for the first time in a year.

You couldn’t ignore the way his T-shirt hugged his muscular frame. You wanted to have his strong arms wrapped around you forever. You felt breathless as you admired him. You didn’t quite know what to say.

“Who is it?” Your dad called as he entered the room. His voice snapped you out of your daze. Before you could answer him, your dad appeared at your side. “Bucky? How have you been, man?” Your dad asked, pulling him into a hug.

“I’ve been really good. How is everything?” Bucky asked, stepping into the house as you closed the door behind him.

“Things are good. This one just got back from London yesterday” your dad said, putting his arm around your shoulders.

Bucky always made you flustered, but it was ten times worse when your dad was in the room. It all felt wrong and dirty. You knew it wasn’t normal to be into your dad’s best friend, but you couldn’t help it.

“Oh yeah, the London trip. How was it?” Bucky asked, turning to you. Your face heated up as you felt him watching you. “It was really good, but I definitely missed being at home. I missed all the people” you said, subtly.

Bucky instantly hoped that you were talking about him. He prayed that you thought about him as much as he thought about you. He felt ashamed that he was falling for his best friend’s daughter.

Your dad beamed at you. “You both should talk about some of the work she’s been doing. She blows me away constantly” your dad bragged.

You felt like your face was on fire. Bucky noticed and smirked to himself. You normally didn’t mind when your dad would brag about you, but it was different when he was bragging to Bucky. You felt embarrassed. “She’s pretty special” Bucky said, his eyes not leaving yours. Then, the fluttering feeling in your stomach showed up again.

Your dad interrupted the both of you staring at each other, but luckily was completely oblivious to what was going on between you two. “I have to finish some of the food, but do you two mind going to the store to pick up some last minute stuff?” Your dad asked.

You instantly felt a pit in your stomach. You were going to have to spend a whole car ride alone with Bucky. You didn’t mind spending time with him. You both got along well, but you knew how hard it would be to restrain yourself from doing something you’d regret.

Bucky had a primal effect on you. When you were alone with him, it was like you were hungry for him and nothing could get rid of that urge. You always wanted to have his hands all over you.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about what it would be like to let him fuck you until you forgot your name.

You both nodded, and your dad handed you a list with everything he needed. He thanked you both before returning to the kitchen. “After you, sweetheart” he said, gesturing towards the front door. Sweetheart was the nickname had given to you years ago, and it always had an effect on you. It only added to the aching between your thighs.

You both walked out to the driveway, and you saw a sleek black car in the driveway. “Someone upgraded” you said, looking over at him. The last time you had seen Bucky, he was driving an old beat up car. “I decided to buy something nice with the divorce money” he told you, as he opened the passenger door for you.

You stopped in your tracks. You looked in his eyes for any sign of emotion. You placed your hand on his forearm. “Bucky...I didn’t know. I’m sorry” you said, ignoring the rush you got from finding out he was single.

“Don’t be, sweetheart. My ex-wife wasn’t upset by it, but she was too busy sleeping with our next-door neighbor” he said, giving you a fake smile. Bucky wasn’t someone who wore their heart on their sleeve, so you couldn’t tell if he was actually upset.

You got into the car, and he closed the door behind you before joining you in the car. You felt the engine roar to life as he turned the key in the ignition.

“So what about your boyfriend? He was practically down your throat the last time I saw you” he growled, while driving down the street. You noticed that his knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. “Well we had sex for the first time. Then, he told me my performance was a five out of ten and that my roommate was better in bed. Apparently, he’d been cheating on me the whole time” you told him, now amused by how blind you’d been.

Bucky reached his hand over and rested it on top of your hand. “College boys suck, sweetheart. Besides, I bet you’re at least an eight out of ten” he joked, smirking at you. You batted his hand away and pretended to be offended.

“Are you kidding? I’m a fucking eleven out of ten” you said, giggling. He looked over at you, and the look on your face was priceless. You were giggling, and you looked carefree. To Bucky, you were glowing.

“Wow eleven? I’ll have to see that sometime” he said, smirking at you. He said it so quietly that weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it or if that was even what he said. You didn’t want to push your luck, so you ignored the comment.

You saw him glance over at you, and then he rested his arm on the armrest. The side of his hand was only millimeters away from your hand, which was resting in the same place. You could feel goosebumps run up your back.

His pinky grazed yours, and then he interlocked your pinkies. It was a small gesture, but it warmed your heart. For one moment, it was just sweet. The sexual tension was gone for one brief moment that was genuine.

You kept your hand in place until you got to the grocery store. Then, he moved his hand to turn off the car. You immediately missed the warmth.

You both scoured the aisles for all the items on the list and filled up your basket. “We just need to grab some beer and then we’re done” you said, shoving the list in your pocket. He followed you towards the refrigerated section, where you found your dad’s favorite beer.

“I’ll take this, sweetheart” Bucky said, taking the now-overflowing basket from your hands. You felt a spark as his hand grazed yours. You leaned over and grabbed two cases of the beer.

Bucky couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to your ass. He groaned to himself and you leaned over, practically mocking him. It took everything he had to not take you right there.

You grabbed the beer and you both headed towards the cash register. The employee who was ringing up your purchase was a guy who was roughly your age. You watched as his eyes trailed down your body. You suddenly felt naked in the low cut tank top.

Bucky wanted to kill the guy for how he was looking at you. He glanced over at you and saw your clearly uncomfortable expression. Bucky sprung into action.

He quickly wrapped his arm around your waist, effectively pulling you into his side. You were surprised by the sudden action, but leaned into his touch. Bucky pressed a quick kiss to your temple. It felt like your body was on fire; you could feel electric sparks running all the way down to your fingers and toes.

You saw how quickly the employee looked away, then you knew why Bucky did it. The employee was quick to finish bagging all the groceries, barely uttering a word. Bucky smirked as the man could barely stutter the total price.

Bucky grabbed all the bags and led you to the car. When you got back in the car, you looked over at Bucky as he buckled his seatbelt. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” He asked you. The nickname still sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thanks for doing that. I know you didn’t have to” you said, genuinely. He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “No problem” he said, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You were stunned by the small kiss and left staring blankly at him. “You’re staring, sweetheart” he said, winking at you as he pulled out of the parking spot. You quickly looked out the window and tried to focus on anything other than Bucky.

When you pulled back up in front of your dad’s house, you saw a few cars were already there. You and Bucky both brought the bags inside and were met by an empty house. You realized they were all in the backyard, so you led the way and let Bucky follow behind you.

You headed over to the table that was for all the food. You began to take food out of bags and put it on the table. Bucky followed you. “I got this” you told him, taking a bag from his hand.

He frowned at you and scooted closer to where you were standing. Your shoulders were pressed up against each other. “You don’t need to push me away, sweetheart. I’ll help” he said, just below a whisper.

You smiled to yourself and began working. Every now and then, his hand would brush up against his and you would have to fight the tingling feeling you had.

Just as you finished, your dad walked over to you. “There you guys are. Thank you for your help” he said, genuinely. You noticed Bucky still had his eyes trained on you. Then, you heard someone call your name. You turned around and saw your aunt calling your name and waving you over. You put on a polite smile and went to talk to her. You didn’t see the way that Bucky stared as you walked away.

Your aunt kept rambling on and on about your love life. She wanted to know every single detail. Over her shoulder, you saw Bucky leaning up against the house with a beer in his hand. He was watching you, and he wanted you to know.

His gaze never left you. There were a few girls that walked up to him and tried to flirt with him, but he didn’t even give them the time of day. He just remained focused on you.

He loved watching your little quirks: the way you would giggle when someone told a joke or how you fiddled with your rings when you were nervous. Those little quirks distracted him from his more intrusive thoughts: how he could almost make out the outline of your bikini through your tank top, how low cut your tank top was, and how much he wanted to drag you inside and fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.

As you were talking to your aunt, you heard a splash behind her. You saw your dad had just jumped into the pool. A few people followed his lead and changed into their bathing suits.

You excused yourself from your aunt and made your way over towards Bucky. “You’re not going to swim?” You asked him, as he sat on a pool chair. He simply shook his head. You set your shoes on the chair next to him.

His eyes grew in anticipation for what was to follow. You slowly unzipped your jean shorts and shimmied out of them. Bucky could only stare. He was practically drooling over the sight. You caught him staring, but instead of quickly looking away, he continued to stare right back at you.

Suddenly, you felt like your cheeks were on fire. You kept your confident facade on, moving to your shirt. You grabbed the bottom of the tank top and slowly pulled it over your heart. Bucky’s knuckles were white as he clenched onto the chair.

He wanted to rip that excuse of a bikini off your body and show you what it was like to be with a real man. Every inch of his being screamed at him to pull you closer to him, but he just sat there staring.

“You should really rethink that decision about swimming” you said before diving into the water. Then, you were gone from his sight. Your perfect body was hidden under the water. It was only a few minutes before Bucky had changed and was jumping into the water.

You felt someone’s breath on the back of your neck. You spun around to face him. “What changed your mind?” You asked, smirking. He shrugged, while trying to not stare at your chest. It was harder than it sounded.

Before he could do anything, your dad appeared at your side. Bucky felt uncomfortable even looking at your dad with the thoughts he was having about you. While Bucky was trying to not stare at your body, you were admiring his muscular chest. He looked like a god.

“You having fun, Buck?” Your dad asked. You looked towards Bucky as well, waiting for his answer. “I’m having a great time” Bucky said. He was looking at your dad, but you knew his words were meant for you.

Then, someone called your dad’s name, and he swam away. You turned to face Bucky, and he was gone. Then all of a sudden, you felt someone grab one of your legs and pull you under. You noticed it was Bucky.

You quickly pushed him away and swam back up to the top of the water. You noticed that the hook on the back of your top had unhooked itself. You quickly clutched your chest and pushed Bucky away.

“Shit, it got unhooked” you muttered to yourself. Bucky gestured for you to turn around. You felt his soft hands on your skin, and then he slowly hooked the strands together. You quickly noticed how close he was to you. His hands stayed pressed against your back, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his chest.

One of his hands moved to your waist. You suddenly could feel all your hair stand up. You wondered if it was finally going to happen.

Then, the moment was ruined. Your dad came swimming back, and you both quickly separated. “I should go dry off” you said, quickly excusing yourself. You headed upstairs to your room. You changed into some shorts and a light hoodie. You ran a brush through your wet hair before returning downstairs.

It was dark outside now. When you walked into the backyard, you saw there was only about ten people left. They were all sitting on blankets around the campfire. Your dad was currently telling a story to a few neighbors.

You joined Bucky on the blanket he was sitting on. He gave you a soft smile. “Hey sweetheart” he said, quietly. His eyes crept up your legs, stopping where your shorts were. You listened to your dad telling his story and rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder. He rested his hand on the small of your back and began drawing small shapes with his fingers. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps on your skin.

After your dad looked over at you a few times during his story, you grew worried that he noticed the tension between you and Bucky. You quickly excused yourself and headed into the house.

You ran to the bathroom and didn’t even bother to close the door. You splashed some cold water on your face and tried to get ahold of yourself. Bucky appeared in the doorway.

“Oh shit—Bucky...you scared me” you said, catching your breath. He pushed you farther into the bathroom and closed the door behind you both. “We need to talk” he told you, as his eyes ran over your body. You crossed your arms, already feeling worried about what he wanted to talk about.

“About what?” You asked, quietly. He huffed and ran a hand through his hair. “About whatever this fucking thing is” he said, gesturing between the two of you.

You looked down at your feet. “I don’t know” you told him, honestly.

“Can you please just tell me that I’m not the only one feeling like this?” He asked you, resting his hands on your waist. His touch burned into your skin.

It was finally your moment to make your move, but you couldn’t even move a muscle. “Feeling like what?” You asked, egging him on. He cursed under his breath before looking back into your eyes.

“Feeling like I want to fuck you. All day with that low cut shirt and that tiny little bikini. All I’ve wanted to do was take you in front of everyone and show you what a real man is like” he practically growled. The familiar aching between your thighs returned, and you clenched your thighs together. With that, he spun your around and hoisted you onto the bathroom counter.

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, attaching his lips to yours. His lips tasted like beer, and you couldn’t get enough of the taste. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands on you” he mumbled against your lips.

His hands cupped your ass and held you in place. Your wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. All the pent up tension from the day made the moment that much better. You pushed your hips against his, desperate for friction.

“I want to take my time with you, sweetheart, but we have to be quick. We can’t have your dad noticing we’re both gone” he said, pulling at the waistband of your shorts. He brought his fingers to your panties. He quickly moved them to the side and pushed his fingers into you.

You moaned out his name and threw your head back. “We gotta be quiet, sweetheart” he said, kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as he curled his fingers inside of you.

You were practically dripping for him. You pulled away from his kiss and began sucking a spot on his neck. He groaned and held onto you tighter. You lightly nipped at the spot. A low moan exited his lips.

You could feel a tightening feeling in your stomach. He sped up his pace. Your hands moved to his belt and expertly unbuckled it. You pushed his jeans down and slipped your hand into his boxers. You ran your hand up and down his length. He let out a low guttural moan.

You ran your thumb over his tip. He bit down on his lip to hold back from moaning. His thumb began rubbing circles on your clit, and your thighs clenched around his hand. “Bucky— I need you” you moaned lightly. He quickly slid your panties down your legs and did the same to his boxers. He captured your lips in a kiss while he pushed his throbbing cock into you.

You moaned as he filled you up. You felt you were in heaven. He started to thrust in and out of you, desperately. He knew you both only had so long, and he had to get you both to your peaks.

A pressure started to build as he rammed into you. The only sound that filled the room was both of your’s breathless moans and the sound of your sweaty skin slapping against each other. “Bucky...faster” you moaned, tugging on the strands of his hair.

He let out a low guttural moan and held your hips steady. “So tight around me, sweetheart” he growled. Your eyes fluttered closed as he hit your g-spot.

“Oh God— right there” you begged him. He loved the way your pussy squeezed around him. “I’m really fuckin’ close, sweetheart” he moaned, breathlessly. His cock thrusted deeper into you with every stroke.

You gripped the bathroom counter until your knuckles turned white. You whined his name, “Bucky—please. Make me cum,” you practically begged.

“Gonna make you feel good” he said, as you reached your orgasm. Your vision went white, and you instantly clenched down on him. He quickly covered your mouth to stop your moans.

He sped up, chasing his own high. “Almost, sweetheart” he said, right before he hit his peak. You felt him cum inside you, filling you up perfectly. He slowed down his thrusts as you both gasped for air. When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Bucky’s hair clinging to his sweaty forehead.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re definitely an eleven out of ten” he told you, smirking at you. He pulled out of you and cleaned you both up. “You go back out there first. I think I still need a minute” Bucky said, before smacking your ass and sending you out of the bathroom.

One thing was for sure, things would definitely be different around Bucky now.

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They're my babies and they need to be protected at all costs!!!! Good thing I know they're all looking out for each other 🥺🥺🥺

"it was his suggestion to stay at a pc bang tonight so you could be together while you each do your own thing. he spent his half of his day-off playing games, and during that time, you worked on your research paper and finished an essay that isn’t even due for another week. you took a break every hour, munched on some snacks, and cheered him on while he was diligently playing. perhaps he could’ve done something more productive today, but it couldn’t have made him happier." There's something so cute about them doing their own thing but still spending time together 🥺🥺

"jungkook thinks you’re so cool." So do I!!!!

"you’ve always thought about it— how time stands still when you experience something traumatic, how that moment feels stretched for eternity… how utterly barbaric that is. you’re forced to memorize frames of the origin of your scars, relive it over and over again, eyes closed and open. moments of happiness, on the other hand, are fleeting. they are sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. getting out of bed is scooping them in your hands and praying that they will hold on to you in the following rotations and revolutions of the earth. they never do." This is so heartbreakingly true. But that's why we need to make twice as many happy memories to make up for the bad ones!! I'm sure Jungkook is making sure that happens for OC at least 🥺

“your girl?” coughing, juwon faces the side to spit out the blood in his mouth, which then shapes into an arrogant smirk. “didn’t you know? ____ was mine first. i was the first!” What the absolute fuck is his problem 😤😤😤

"he huffs in disbelief as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. it also drips from his nose and eyebrow. strange enough, you do not feel guilt nor compassion for this man. not anymore." He doesn't deserve any of that anyway, only thing he deserves is Jungkook beating him up the way he did.

“you better keep a close eye. you might think you know ____, but whores never change. especially those who became one so young.” 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤😤

"so this is what it feels like to be at the other end of your anger… shitty. it feels really shitty. after what happened, there is no sadness or fear. the twinkle in your eyes have been replaced with sharp daggers and it is gutwrenching to watch. it clicks for him then: you weren’t scared of him. you were scared for him." Once again, getting angry at someone you love for putting themselves in danger is a way to show love too, but it definitely feels a lot worse to the receiver than some other ways 😔😔😔

"you thought you could be happy at last, but beside you is another soul you’ve stained with your bloody hands.

juwon was right, you never change." Need to see Jungkook reassure them that that's absolutely not the case because I can't stand seeing my poor baby think of themselves that way 🥺🥺🥺

"he follows you like a lost puppy, whining. “why does he already have a birthday gift and i don’t?!” Lmaooo cute

"it’s impossible to argue with that. you want it to stay true. you want him to keep believing in you." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"everyday, you feel the need to act tough because of people like him, and you are… but deep down, he knows, that you just crave to be loved." And that's what he's there to do!!

"and jungkook admits it’s not as easy for him to do in a whole different dimension. he leads a kind of life not everyone survives, but that never stopped him for trying his damn hardest." That's what matters most 😭😭😭

“…and how many exactly?” you arch an eyebrow." Plsssss they're so cute and funny and match each other's energy perfectly.

"you’ve been stripped down bare— your pride and dignity dismantled into pieces that create a picture of you that you do not like… but could be the love and sincerity in your heart be enough to live by? even if no one is awake to witness it?" Love and sincerity and kindness is the best thing we could give, so I hope it's enough 🥹🥹🥹

"you’ve forgotten how it feels like to be taken care of by family." 😭😭😭

"eternally cursed with the ability to feel too much of everything." 😭😭😭😭😭

"…and you know jungkook has questions you still haven’t figured out how to answer. you know he now has reasons to doubt you. you know in his eyes, you may now be a hypocrite and not the advocate he adored. these days, you don’t really want to be seen as anything less or more than who you are, but you so desperately wish to be someone he is proud to love." Seeing into OC's thoughts like this, their past, their trauma, their insecurities and fears, hurts so so much. But then seeing them be taken care of and reassured by Jungkook feels like a soothing balm for that pain. Because even though he can't erase everything that's plaguing OC, I'm sure he can give them at least a piece of the reassurance and love they deserve 🥺

“ah, it can’t be helped then. sorry about that.” he smirks cockily, pulling the dramatics by switching his eyes between you and his back. “should… should i turn around then?” The light moments in between will always make me smile through the tears welling up in my eyes, I love their cute teasing and jokes.

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know…” because there will be things i’d want to tell you, but wouldn’t feel the need to." 🥺🥺🥺

“yes!” he exclaims with conviction. “we should’ve met a year earlier. i would’ve let you use me!” Lmaoooooo I can't believe him 😭😭😭 (but let's be honest, we all would if it's OC)

“that’s the reason i’m sure.” he tilts up your chin to plant a kiss to your lips, mumbling. “i’ve never been wrong about anything i’m crazy about.” 💕💕💕💕

“thank you,” you say quietly, melting into his embrace. you nuzzle your face against his chest, and at last, you grant your eyes rest. “i can finally sleep peacefully again.” The peace of mind they deserve!!!!! Because they're still such a kind and strong person despite all of the hurt they've endured or any past mistakes!! And they deserve love!!

“i… really… love you so, so, so much. you are… the one person i’d die for before i hurt.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"although you spend more nights together in your apartment for your safety and convenience, in all honesty, you like staying over at jungkook’s more. his smell evokes the sentiment of home, and when you stay long enough, it becomes a temporary part of you. you’re gradually more well-versed in the organized and unorganized corners of his room. you like that you know where he keeps the safety pins and you know to be careful when walking so you won’t trip over his dumbbells he leaves lying around. and it’s a little ridiculous but… you like that his mattress is on the floor and you don’t really know why." This is what it means loving someone 🥺🥺🥺 OC loves Jungkook’s snoring and the fact that his mattress is on the floor and I find that so cuteeee 🥺🥺🥺

“no, no, no-” you chase his hand, tightly gripping the last pack that he stole. “let’s have three! let’s have three! i didn’t eat dinner!” They're so cuteeee

"your giggles fill the apartment with warmth during this freezing winter. jimin didn’t doubt it when jungkook said that you light up every room you enter, he just didn’t expect that he would also gain a friend." 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“i’m less worried now that you’re in his life. and i’m not saying this to put pressure on you or anything! but you see, when he’s tired, he bounces back quickly because of you. he’s smiling more because of you. and i know it goes it also goes the other way around. mhmm… i-i guess what i’m saying is that i hope you can continue being each other’s strength? be each other’s cheerleader?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 That's so sweeeeeeeet

“____ has become an important part of my life that i would do anything to protect too. how do i say it…?” he exhales to relieve the heavy weight on his chest. “i feel like i gained more purpose in life, hyung… to be honest, i might have a harder time because of that. i know it but… i’m happy. seriously, i’m happy.” Aaaaaw him and OC being happy and together is all I could ask for 🥹🥹🥹

I always want to cry reading your writing, Art, no matter how angsty or fluffy or silly it is. It fills my heart with every possible emotion, rips it to pieces and puts it back together, but it always leaves me feeling like I've gone through an important and beautiful experience. And to think that you can summon all of that with the heart and soul you put into your words! It's incredible!

summary: in which leaving the past behind is not as easy as forgetting, and you want to be everything jungkook wants to know.

idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / angst, fluff / wc: 7.9k

playlist: strange by celeste / sinking by clairo / manta rays by chloe moriondo / ceilings by beabadoobee / iris (cover) by phoebe bridgers & maggie rogers

content/warnings: [deep breath] no one will know the violence it took to become this gentle / it’s their first winter as a couple / oc’s ex bf slaps oc / jk beats up the ex / blood and bruises / crying :( / mention of cheating (not in our main’s rs we don’t tolerate that in this household :]) / mention of s*x / jimin as both their older brother and friend :(

in which masterlist!

note: greeting 2024 with angst woopsie… i literally ugly sobbed writing a particular scene T_T… anwww i hope it’s a good read <3 as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! i’d love to hear your thoughtsss 🥺

—

the word VICTORY flashes across the screen.

with a proud smirk adorning his lips, jungkook pushes down his headphones to hang around his neck.

he rises from his seat, resting his crossed arms over the partition dividing the computer that you’re renting from his.

“hi, baby. are you almost done?”

he chuckles to himself when he realizes that you didn’t hear him, not with the music blasting from your headphones. you direct your attention upwards when endless song by no reply is abruptly put on pause; the cushions of the headphones are pressed up against your cheek by your boyfriend’s doing.

“what?”

“hi, baby. are you almost done?”

“oh, yes…” your focus returns to the screen, fast fingers dancing along the keyboard without an ounce of hesitation weighing on them. “i just… need to… send the file to my email.”

jungkook blinks at the long rows of words you’re masterfully curating, thinking to himself — how the hell do you think and type that fast at the same time?

it was his suggestion to stay at a pc bang tonight so you could be together while you each do your own thing. he spent his half of his day-off playing games, and during that time, you worked on your research paper and finished an essay that isn’t even due for another week. you took a break every hour, munched on some snacks, and cheered him on while he was diligently playing. perhaps he could’ve done something more productive today, but it couldn’t have made him happier.

he holds out the last slice of gimbap in between chopsticks, lightly poking your lips, and his heart flutters when you offer him a sweet smile after welcoming the big bite with some difficulty, cheeks full and nose scrunched.

“is there anything else you want to eat?”

you shake your head, and unable to speak while chewing, you gesture for water as if you’re playing charades.

a kiss is granted to your forehead.

when he comes back with a bottled water, all your tabs have been closed and you’re wearing your white beret again, re-organizing your belongings in your backpack.

“ready to leave?” he inquires as he hands your order.

you hum as a reply, standing from your seat as you swing the backpack over your head to wear it with little to no effort.

jungkook thinks you’re so cool.

you visit the restroom as he settles the bill. when you come out, he’s already pulling out a credit card from his wallet. you decide to head straight for the door then, wait for him outside as the air inside the room has started to feel a little too stuffy after you stepped away from the computer.

you’ve always thought about it— how time stands still when you experience something traumatic, how that moment feels stretched for eternity… how utterly barbaric that is. you’re forced to memorize frames of the origin of your scars, relive it over and over again, eyes closed and open. moments of happiness, on the other hand, are fleeting. they are sand slipping through the gaps of your fingers. getting out of bed is scooping them in your hands and praying that they will hold on to you in the following rotations and revolutions of the earth. they never do.

there he stood at the bottom of the stairs, just as horrified as you.

his face is the last thing you want to see on a winter night.

because you still recall the amalgamation of emotions in his eyes two winters ago. his skin was flushed from the cold, but he turned redder with anger and your stomach coiled in shame.

“juwon?”

the name felt odd in your mouth. it’s like when you eat a food you haven’t had in a long time, and it doesn’t quite taste like you remember it.

and to be honest, you didn’t know what you expected to happen when he carried on to climb the remaining steps that led to you. but it definitely wasn’t… this.

the first hand to carress your bare body, as if it was in disbelief of its existence, and the rings you used to blindly adore— they collide with your cheek with a sound that resonates in your eardrums.

the slap thins out into a ringing noise.

“are you insane?!”

it continues to assault your hearing even as you scream and hit him back.

it ends when someone bumps against your shoulder in a haste, and the next thing you register is juwon lying on the ground with jungkook sitting on top him, balled fist throwing unforgiving punches at your ex-boyfriend’s face. juwon is held hostage by the shock and is unable to reciprocate jungkook’s aggression. he attempts to fight back but your boyfriend dodges easily.

“jungkook! stop, stop, stop!”

you run down the stairs with panic thundering in your chest, nearly in tears as you forcefully grasp at the back of jungkook’s coat to pull him away, but with his strength and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, your efforts prove to be fruitless.

“you fucking bastard! i’m gonna kill you!”

“that’s enough-” you cry out. “please!”

“how dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend like that, huh?!”

he is furious, gripping the collar of juwon’s sweater and slamming him to the ground.

“your girl?” coughing, juwon faces the side to spit out the blood in his mouth, which then shapes into an arrogant smirk. “didn’t you know? ____ was mine first. i was the first!”

the next punch he receives cuts his lower lip open, and a stronger metallic taste assaults his tongue.

“jungkook!”

before jungkook could inflinct more permanent damage, you resort to holding back his arm with both of your hands.

your gazes connect, and your heart drops to your stomach. he is seething with anger. your blood runs cold and a thick haze clouds your thinking. you can’t move your limbs. what do you do? what do you do? what do you do?

“____, let go. i’m not fucking finished with him.”

“please,” you beg, ignorant of the tears that have begun to slide down your cheeks. “that’s enough. look at him!”

“and why should i care?” he spits out as he shrugs you off.

“ah, jungkook! i said that’s enough! why won’t you listen to me?!”

your desperate tantrum falls on deaf ears. you squeeze your eyes shut when he re-assumes his stance, tucks his thumb over his folded fingers, exactly what he taught you about making a proper fist to avoid injuring one’s self when boxing.

“stop it! you’re scaring me!”

that throws a bucket of ice over jungkook’s head. the anger in his eyes is replaced by vacancy, and with that, juwon seizes the opportunity to finally strike him with a jab and escape from underneath him. jungkook finds himself pushed aside on the ground with a throbbing cheek, mostly likely to be noticeably bruised in the next hours.

“love-” you gasp, and you rush over to him but your path gets rudely obstructed by your ex.

“is this the guy you cheated on me with?”

he is extremely near that you can feel him panting on your face. two years later, your stomach coils in disgust. your glare is venomous, and if only looks could kill, if only looks could kill…

“just leave, won’t you? what’s the point of all this?” you roughly push him away with your remaining shred of energy, driven by exhaustion and frustration. “it was so long ago! get a fucking grip!”

he huffs in disbelief as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. it also drips from his nose and eyebrow. strange enough, you do not feel guilt nor compassion for this man. not anymore.

“are you seriously crying just because he got punched one time…? isn’t that a little unfair? you loved me too. once.” he snickers, but he is visibly pissed off. he can no longer look at you in the eye. “shit, is he that much of a better fuck than me?”

your skin crawls. bile creeps up your throat. technically speaking, this is the consequence of your own actions, but you can’t help but to be resentful.

“you are…” your voice trembles, but your glare remains unwavering. “still as despicable and shallow as ever… and i don’t regret what i did.”

and it may have been a long time ago, but you still know how to hit him where it hurts the most— his ego.

you purposely bump against his shoulder as you make your way to jungkook, leaving him speechless as he stares at the ground. the night the two of you broke up, you were crying and begging him for forgiveness… what the fuck happened?

“let’s go home.” you demand quietly while refusing to meet jungkook’s stare— a mix of confusion, offense, and rage.

but the thing about juwon? he always needs to have the last word.

“you better keep a close eye. you might think you know ____, but whores never change. especially those who became one so young.”

“dude, how are you still speaking?!”

it’s too late when you realize that jungkook has left your side. he swings at juwon’s face with a force that sends the man stumbling backwards. he completely loses balance then collapses on the ground with a curse that almost misses your ears.

“don’t ever go near ____ again! don’t even think of it! if you show your face to me again, i might really end up fucking killing you. you hear me?!”

—

jungkook doesn’t recall a time when he felt a rage this intense and consuming. witnessing you get slapped, his vision went dark and he was shaking with fury. everything was a blur after that, but he knew one thing: this man violated the most precious person to him, and he won’t allow him to get away with that unscathed.

and that must be why he feels restless until now. neither one of you has dared to utter a word for the past couple of minutes. he can’t see your face as you’re walking ahead of him, leading the way with his wrist in your cold hand. however, he can hear your sniffles, and he can see you wiping your tears dry with the back of your hand. he thought he has experienced heartbreak, but this pain cuts deeper than anything he has ever felt.

“baby, let’s go back.”

he breaks the silence, standing infront of you to stop you on your tracks. he almost reeks of desperation as he intertwines your fingers together.

“please? there should be a cctv camera infront. we can sue him.”

“are you even hearing yourself? you’ll also get into trouble!”

his insistence only fuels the urge to cry and scream and break things. it’s an understatement to say that you’re ashamed. it was foolish of you, really, to assume that leaving the past behind would be as easy as forgetting. it may be out of sight but it is everywhere, and it sneaks up on you without tell and mercy.

“you attacked him out of nowhere! he can sue you for that too!”

“out of nowhere?” he repeats your words slowly, hurt flashing across his face. “i was protecting you, ____! who knows what else he could’ve done? and the shit he was talking about you? was i just supposed to stand there and do nothing?”

“and i’m protecting you too! why did you even have to punch him again?! he was obviously just trying to provoke you! god, i-” you release the air in your lungs you didn’t realize you’ve been holding. “thank god he didn’t see your face.”

that struck a nerve for some reason. he harshly rips off the mask that has been concealing half of his face all along.

“he hit you! look- fuck, you’re bleeding-”

oh, his rings must’ve grazed you.

jungkook brings out a clean white handkerchief from the backpocket of his pants, pressing it softly against your cheek. the sharp sting forces you to grit your teeth. it’s not only the wound… your skin is still warm and tender from the assault. you’re terrified to look at the mirror. you don’t want to feel sorry for yourself.

“and that’s what you’re really worried about right now?”

“okay, then i’m sorry for caring about my boyfriend and his career! i’m sorry, okay?!“

he dies a little inside when you harshly push his hand aside.

so this is what it feels like to be at the other end of your anger… shitty. it feels really shitty. after what happened, there is no sadness or fear. the twinkle in your eyes have been replaced with sharp daggers and it is gutwrenching to watch. it clicks for him then: you weren’t scared of him. you were scared for him.

he doesn’t allow you to go further than ten feet away. he seizes your arm before sneaking his hand on your waist to tug you closer to his body.

“you think i’m letting you out of my sight again? it’s not happening!”

you click your tongue in exasperation, left with no choice but to admit defeat as he hails the approaching taxi. you cover your face to hide from the blinding headlights.

ever the gentleman, jungkook opens the door for you.

“get in, ____.”

and the first thought that enters your mind: the air freshener is nauseating. it has to be something mixed with lemon.

you roll the window down as your boyfriend dictates the address of your destination to the taxi driver. not yours, but his. you send him an unimpressed scowl, but he only looks back at you challengingly under the warm dim light. the soft cloth is placed over your wound again, rudely snatched as you turn away from him. you hold it on your own as you watch the world outside the window, streetlamps with blurry light streaks and homes you will never set foot into. in the midst of your musing, you register the weight on your head, or its lack thereof. your beret landed on the ground in the aftermath of the first strike. what is there left to lose?

you thought you could be happy at last, but beside you is another soul you’ve stained with your bloody hands.

juwon was right, you never change.

—

“i still don’t think it’s right that i know the password.” you whisper as you push the door open.

“but i have a key to your house. what’s the difference?”

“i don’t know…” you begin removing your boots, carefully placing each one in the middle level of the shoe rack. “you live with six other people.”

“namjoon-hyung and yoongi-hyung are in their studios. the others went home.”

you enter the living room with jungkook hugging you from behind. his cheek rests on top of your shoulder, and he doesn’t want to let you go. the ride here was suffocating. he thought you wouldn’t talk to him for the rest of the night anymore.

you blink at jimin who is sprawled out on the sofa, a gray blanket that matches his sweatpants is covering his naked torso.

“why does he sleep here? doesn’t he have a bed?”

“the sofa is more comfortable.” he mumbles loud enough for you to hear as he opens his eyes halfway, but then he gives up and closes them again, curling in on himself to resume his slumber.

“okay… now i know what to get you for your birthday.”

for a brief second jungkook assumes that you’re joking, but you sounded way too nonchalant.

“a sofa?”

“a new mattress,” you blankly stare back at him, before proceeding to break free from his embrace to search for the bathroom.

he follows you like a lost puppy, whining. “why does he already have a birthday gift and i don’t?!”

“quiet!”

he winces. “sorry, hyung!”

—

you’re perched in the space between jungkook’s thighs, legs swung over one of them as he tenderly presses a cold compress against your left cheek. you’ve changed into the pair of pink cooky pajamas he wore a few times and has kept in his closet specially for you. sinking into his mattress, drowsiness has also begun to seep into the depths of your bones. it’s been an arduous week, and you’re exhausted of fighting in every sense of the word.

“he deserves more than what he got away with.” he mutters through gritted teeth.

“jungkook, enough.” you chide at him with a sigh. “let’s just forget about this.”

“your face is going to be bruised for atleast a week! how am i supposed to ‘just forget’? are you hearing yourself?”

your rhetoric question from earlier comes back to gnaw at your thread-like sanity. you feel backed into a corner. you can’t think of a solution that will put this issue at rest, much less make either one of you feel better.

“he’s not worth it.”

“you are to me.” he declares.

it’s impossible to argue with that. you want it to stay true. you want him to keep believing in you.

“i’m tired.” you whisper, removing yourself from his lap. “let’s go to sleep.”

he gazes at you with longing.

you are lying on his bed but you have never felt so far away.

“are we really not going to talk about this?”

“not now. i’m tired, jungkook.”

“baby…”

“juwon is a terrible person, but i had it coming…” you mumble. “that’s all there is to it.”

foreboding silence falls upon the bedroom. you can’t bring yourself to look at jungkook, so you close your eyes and pray that when the sun rises, this night will simply turn out to be a nightmare orchestrated by your wicked mind.

“whatever that is, it doesn’t warrant what he did.” he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart into a thousand shards. “and i’m sorry that i couldn’t stop it from happening.”

—

jungkook returns after his shower, not yet done with drying his dripping hair with a towel. you’ve drifted off to sleep in the time that he was gone, lips slightly parted open as you breathe out puffs of air in a steady rhythm. your hair is a halo and you’re an angel snoozing on a cloud.

he heard it loud and clear, and you haven’t denied it either, but there’s not a part of him that believes it. is he blindly in love with you? is this what he was warning him about? are you not an angel, but a siren?

wary of waking you up, he attaches a bandaid to your cheek. he flicks the lightswitch but he turns on the night lamp so you won’t have to manuever the dark incase you wake up in the middle of the night in need of the bathroom.

shit, shit, shit. he curses in his head when you begin shuffling as soon as he settles himself on the bed, but it’s just you unknowingly seeking for warmth in your sleep. he gathers you in his arms and your pillow is abandoned in favor of his naked chest. it always feels fitting, like his heart is the stuffed toy that you can’t go without at night.

he swallows the lump in his throat, brushing your hair away from your face to gently caress your soft skin. you look so serene. but your ex’s fingers can be traced on the red bruise that has tainted your cheek and his jaw clenches, hand momentarily balling into a fist to release the leftover anger still boiling in his blood. everyday, you feel the need to act tough because of people like him, and you are… but deep down, he knows, that you just crave to be loved.

“you loved me too. once.”

however, that has lost its meaning when juwon didn’t love you the way you deserved to be loved.

and jungkook admits it’s not as easy for him to do in a whole different dimension. he leads a kind of life not everyone survives, but that never stopped him for trying his damn hardest.

—

you’re awoken in the middle of the night by jungkook’s forehead accidentally knocking against yours. his snoring doesn’t cease, however, and you had to remind yourself that this is the same boy who continued sleeping despite rolling off his inflated sleeping bag on camera.

you slowly sit up as you rub the sleep from your eyes. you spend an unknown amount of time spaced out, barely blinking. afterwards, you force yourself to leave the comfort of the bed, taking the cold compress along with you. you drain the melted ice over the kitchen sink before opening the refrigerator to refill it with ice cubes. you can’t help but to allow your eyes to wander around, which then leads you to contemplate on whether to cook ramen or not… but then again, it’s already 3am and most likely, you won’t be able to sleep again if you do.

“yah! why are doing just standing there?”

the deep voice echoes throughout the kitchen. you yelp in shock, nearly dropping the ice bag as you tap on your pounding chest.

“i told you to stop doing that!”

jimin bursts into a fit of too delighted giggles, hunched over the kitchen counter as he places a hand over his belly. he’s fully clothed this time, fresh from the shower, judging from his hair.

“it’s not funny!” you whine. “one of these days i might be holding a knife when you do that!”

“ey, what would you be holding a knife for? jungkook never lets you lift a finger while you’re here.”

that’s just because he knows you’re not very talented in the kitchen.

the wide smile on his face then fades, expression morphing into one of concern as he studies your face bathed by the refrigerator light.

“what happened to your face?”

fuck, you’ve completely forgotten about that.

“it’s a long story.” you sigh, closing the refrigerator.

“it’s alright. i have all the time in the world to listen.”

“you know that i really appreciate that and i’m grateful but…” your smile borders on a wince. “no, you don’t. get some more sleep, please.��

your unexpected response causes jimin to scratch his head shyly. the two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before laughing at the same time.

“oh, that’s right!” you pause on your tracks when an essential item pops in your mind. “do you have healing ointment? for cuts and bruises and stuff?”

“it’s for jungkook,” you add.

“doesn’t he have that?”

“it’s not here,”

your sweet smile tells jimin everything he needs to know.

“ah, that kid really comes home to different houses now. he’s all grown up.”

“…and how many exactly?” you arch an eyebrow.

he purses his lips together, jokingly pretending to think hard. “the dorm… and then his family… then there’s you?”

“anywhere else?”

“nope!”

“sooo, do you have it or not?”

“i’ll go downstairs and buy it right now.”

he offers you a kind smile and pats on the head. a protest dies down in your throat as he goes straight for the front door.

“thank you!”

“you’re welcome!”

—

despite your active efforts to avoid making any sort of noise, the door produces a small ‘click’ as you cautiously close it behind you. you discover that jungkook has flipped over to face your side, his arm outstretched as if he was reaching out for you. you almost feel bad for leaving him alone in bed, so you sit next to him, positioned on the lower half of the bed since he took up your space.

a short snore escapes him, one that rises then falls so abruptly, like a note on the piano pressed on accident. you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle.

how adorable. you have grown to tolerate, and even adore, his snoring.

stolen kisses on his bruised knuckles, tiny and featherlight, apologetic most of all. their bad condition brought upon by boxing worsened when he used his dominant hand bare, knuckles of his two longest fingers ripped. it seems that he did the bare minimum by putting a stop to the bleeding then washing them clean, then nothing else. he didn’t even tell you, didn’t complain or show any sign that he was in pain.

you hold the cold compress over his bruises, switching between his cheek and knuckles, mindful of not touching the wounds as to not aggravate him in his sleep.

you’ve been stripped down bare— your pride and dignity dismantled into pieces that create a picture of you that you do not like… but could be the love and sincerity in your heart be enough to live by? even if no one is awake to witness it?

you’re saved from drowning in your thoughts by the front door being unlocked. for the second time, you tiptoe your way out of jungkook’s bedroom.

“this is for wounds, and then…” jimin returns the tube inside the paper bag to grab the other. “this one, for bruises.”

“thank you. i’ll pay you back.”

“yah!” jimin expands his eyes threateningly, which you mimic in challenge as you hug the paper bag to your chest. “i’m also your older brother, okay? i should do these things for you.”

you scrunch your nose, to express disagreement at first, but later on it only makes your smile appear brighter.

“doesn’t it hurt you to smile? please use them well too, ____. do you understand? that’s why i bought the biggest ones!”

it does hurt.

“thank you…” you reply shyly.

you’ve forgotten how it feels like to be taken care of by family.

—

“baby, where did you go?”

jungkook’s raspy voice is music to your ears.

he woke up a mere minute ago, caught in the middle of sitting up on the bed once it caught up to his sleep-muddled brain that you’re no longer beside him.

“nowhere,”

you sit at the edge of the bed without another word, putting his hands over your lap to apply the healing cream to his afflictions.

his eyelids flutter in sleepiness as he watches your every movement.

a small dollop at the pad of your finger, transferred over his torn knuckle and smeared with the lightest of touch. occasionally your finger pauses, unsure, calculating— the last thing it wants is to hurt him.

he kisses your lips— he feels suspended in time—hasn’t quite reconnected with reality and with his body. wide-eyed, you seem taken aback by the display of affection. his mouth then softly curves with fondness.

“i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you whisper timidly.

your actions have become hurried, but jungkook is far too drowsy to notice your discomfort.

for the final part, you rub the cream on the bruise on his cheek. you press a kiss on the corner of his lips. “all done. go back to sleep.”

“let’s go,”

he hooks his arm under your knees, eager to carry you over to your side of the bed, but he gets interrupted by your protest.

“wait, wait, wait- i need to pee first.”

“wha- hurry!” he complains with a peeved frown, which you fail to catch a glimpse of because he has squeezed you taut against his body. “i won’t be able to sleep without you here.”

—

eternally cursed with the ability to feel too much of everything.

you push your back against the bathroom door, breathing heavy and labored as you blindly pat around for its lock. the click serves as the cue for your salty tears to drip from the edges of your eyelashes, cascading down, down, down your chin. some of them crash on the collar of your pajama top, the rest on the white tiled floor. this room is a stranger to your shipwreck, but old habits die hard.

the intense pressure of the water collides with the porcelain sink. rain and thunder and the gusts of wind being your gasps for air. an isolated storm undetected in the city of seoul you’re forced to brave alone, on the floor, tucked into yourself to protect the beating sacredness inside your ribcage. the sobs claw their way up your throat rather than soaring like exhales do.

no one has ever raised their hand at you. not even your parents. not even when you broke your grandmother’s precious china, or lost their big paper bills to the wind, or cursed at them for embarrassing you infront of your friends.

you want to be mad and say that juwon deserved what he got. you want to say that you hope his nose is broken. but you don’t know how one is supposed to react when something like that happens. you don’t know if it justifies everything after that. if the roles were reversed and you slapped him, won’t no one bat an eye?

…and you know jungkook has questions you still haven’t figured out how to answer. you know he now has reasons to doubt you. you know in his eyes, you may now be a hypocrite and not the advocate he adored. these days, you don’t really want to be seen as anything less or more than who you are, but you so desperately wish to be someone he is proud to love.

you feel mocked for even daring to dream of it.

“i’m tired, i’m tired, i’m tired.”

incoherent mumbles further stirs the unbridled chaos.

“i’m so sick of this. why… why do bad things keep happening to me?”

you don’t expect an answer but you yearn for some sort of meaning. you don’t mind suffering but you wish it could only be to an extent where you don’t have to fear.

echoes of rumbles and thunder. you’re nearer the sky but farther from heaven.

—

it’s been more than a week. you’ve been waking up with a gaping hole in the middle of your torso. you climb out of bed, cover up your cheek with make-up, good as new, and go about your day as if nothing happened. life on its own is already too much of a burden for you.

jungkook checks up on you everyday, though, despite his busy schedule. mostly through the phone, and whenever he can, he goes straight to where you are after work to dote on you no matter the time. he kisses you on the cheek, claims himself to have healing properties, and says i love you. and during those periods of time you were together, he hasn’t said another word about the incident. and it has been driving you absolutely insane.

you glance down at him, sat on the floor with an ipad balanced on top of his propped up knees, wearing one of your anti-radiation glasses as he finds himself absorbed in drawing the view a foot away from him. you.

“why do you keep looking at me?” he scolds you lightheartedly. “go back to studying so we can go to sleep.”

“can’t help it,” you mumble as you reposition your pen over the paper. you’ve been reorganizing your notes the whole night for your upcoming tests, but your mind keeps flying everywhere else. “my boyfriend’s too pretty.”

“ah, it can’t be helped then. sorry about that.” he smirks cockily, pulling the dramatics by switching his eyes between you and his back. “should… should i turn around then?”

“did you box again?”

the accusation is spat out before you can think twice.

“oh, you did. your knuckles are all messed up again.”

he pouts, crossing his legs. “but baby, i have to train... i wrapped my hands properly!”

“still,” you sigh. “can’t you just let them heal for a little while?”

you turn to the cabinet on your other side to bring out the pouch of healing ointments you’re now suspecting he brought and didn’t accidentally leave behind.

you lay out your hand, and jungkook puts his on top of yours, dragging himself close.

you both smile when you see that he has laid his hands over your thighs like he’s getting a manicure. silly boy. you pull them closer by his fingers so you can reach his red knuckles.

“why are you trying so hard?”

your finger is stained with his blood. your voice is as gentle as your touches, and that’s why it hurts.

jungkook doesn’t know either. he’s been trying to extinguish his leftover anger and bitterness through work and boxing— suppressing the onslaught of negative thoughts threatening to poison what the two of you have. jungkook doesn’t want to know. he doesn’t want anything to change. right now, he can’t afford them to.

“there’s no one to fight.”

“turns out there is,” he argues.

he regrets it as soon as your hand trembles.

“it’s okay… to ask. we’re in a relationship. you’re entitled to know things like that.” your eyes are unafraid again, and it scares him, like you’re always prepared to let him go. “i won’t get offended, or anything like that. if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“i trust you,” he says simply. “so i don’t need to know. especially if talking about it makes you uncomfortable. it’s okay… we’re okay, baby.”

stillness washes over the room like a tide that swallows everything up, and for a moment jungkook is convinced that the two of you will never bring it up again.

but the words you utter next are a punch to the gut.

they almost sound like a plead.

“but i can’t live my life that way, jungkook.”

strands of your hair descend to your face, framing it perfectly, but your eyes become hidden from view. you rip a bandaid open and blanket it over his two knuckles, still wounded as before, if not worse.

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know…” because there will be things i’d want to tell you, but wouldn’t feel the need to.

“then tell me,” he replies, prompted by a renewed determination. “i don’t just intend to be with you for a long time. i want way more than that.”

—

jungkook fiddles with the hello kitty bandaid using his thumb, mind reeling and grappling to process the overload of information told by your storytelling voice. all of a sudden, he’s grateful that you decided to lie down on the bed for this conversation.

“juwon was your boyfriend before me, no?”

“no, no, no. he was…” your lips part as if you have something more left to say, but you eventually give up. “yup, no.”

“so you found out that he’s been cheating on you for-for two mo-”

“three-”

“three months, and you…” he blinks. “slept with a stranger and let him catch you?”

“i was really petty. i was seventeen after all… my pride couldn’t take it. my friends- they tried to stop me but… but all i could think of was how to make him feel the way i was feeling.” your voice sounds small, smaller as you squeeze yourself into his side and curl up to hide your face. “so i let him think i was the bad guy.”

he understands that you were vengeful, but he doesn’t know if you comprehend the scale of what you have done.

“he looked so sad and hurt that i started to feel guilty. i don’t know if i was still acting when i was apologizing to him.” you scoff with eyebrows knitted together. “i felt so dirty… i still feel like a bad person, you know?”

you took the face of juwon’s demons and he didn’t like what he saw.

“i had it coming,” — he now has a grasp of what you meant before.

“so how has he been doing this to me for such a long time? how does he stomach it? knowing what i was going through? that’s what i thought… it makes me so upset…”

jungkook doesn’t try to assess you as you speak. he only listens, until your voice cracks. his heart is split into two as tears flood your eyes, escaping past the corners and slipping down to soak the fabric of his t-shirt.

you sniffle. “and the sex wasn’t even that great. i regret it even more.”

he flinches, abruptly squeezing his eyes shut. not that great? okay… okay. the mental image of you being physically intimate with someone that isn’t him definitely doesn’t sicken him to his core. at all. nope, nope, nope.

“fuck, baby, please,” he groans as if he is in pain, putting an arm over his eyes. “hearing about you have sex with other guys is making me want to punch something again. fuck.”

“that’s what you took away from the story?”

“yes!” he exclaims with conviction. “we should’ve met a year earlier. i would’ve let you use me!”

you gasp, scandalized. “oh my god! jungkook!”

“argh-” he animatedly clutches at his chest that caught your fist.

“you’re crazy!”

“uhuh, about you.” he proudly replies, pulling you closer to his side, as if that was still possible.

the subtle upwards of the corners of your lips gives him a sense of relief. he tenderly cups your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the bruise that has turned a darker shade of blue and purple.

“listen to me, i- i’m not here to tell you what’s right or wrong. i’m not that type of person. but what i can do tell you is that this…” he briefly shakes his head. “didn’t change the way i see you at all. he hurt you. he cheated and you were hurt, ____.”

your eyes gleam with uncertainty, a fresh wave of tears threatening to escape. “are you sure?”

“of course i am. why wouldn’t i be sure?”

“because you’re crazy about me.”

the sweet innocence of your eyelashes fluttering elicits a chuckle from him. you’re so fucking cute.

“that’s the reason i’m sure.” he tilts up your chin to plant a kiss to your lips, mumbling. “i’ve never been wrong about anything i’m crazy about.”

“thank you,” you say quietly, melting into his embrace. you nuzzle your face against his chest, and at last, you grant your eyes rest. “i can finally sleep peacefully again.”

fuck, it’s been weighing on you this whole time and he didn’t know.

“i’m sorry i only dated assholes before you.”

“aish, why would you be sorry about such a thing?” he kisses the top of your head, gentleness contradicting his following sentence. “i’d crush each one of those assholes for you.”

and he’d beat himself up the worst if he ever becomes one of them.

you yawn, sniffling right after. “mhm, i bet you will.”

he carefully rolls over to the side so he can wrap both arms around you, and you keen in contentment.

“jungkook?”

“yes, baby?” he coos.

“i… really… love you so, so, so much. you are… the one person i’d die for before i hurt.”

goddammit, it’s an angel sleeping in his arms.

“that’s a relief to hear. you’re very smart and scary when you’re mad.”

“eh, jungkook! i swear i’ve grown up! i’m not like that anymore!”

“okay, okay!” he laughs at your childish whining and squirming as he ushers you back in his embrace. “i believe you! i trust you! i love you too!”

—

although you spend more nights together in your apartment for your safety and convenience, in all honesty, you like staying over at jungkook’s more. his smell evokes the sentiment of home, and when you stay long enough, it becomes a temporary part of you. you’re gradually more well-versed in the organized and unorganized corners of his room. you like that you know where he keeps the safety pins and you know to be careful when walking so you won’t trip over his dumbbells he leaves lying around. and it’s a little ridiculous but… you like that his mattress is on the floor and you don’t really know why.

your boyfriend is still blissfully asleep as you climb over him, landing on the floor without a sound like a veteran spy. however, you rush to step out of the room before the rumbling of your empty stomach could wake him up.

“yah, thief! what do you think you’re doing?!”

“fuck!” the pack of ramen hits the floor when your hands fly to your chest to clutch at your painfully pounding heart. “i swear to god, you’re going to kill me one day!”

and unsurprisingly, your chagrin is countered yet again with jimin’s all too pleased laughter.

“____, you look so suspicious! why are you using a flashlight? we have electricity! we can pay for it!”

“i don’t like it too bright, okay?” you grumble as you pick up your supposed midnight meal.

“let’s just turn on this one then.”

“uh-” the objection dies down in your throat when the light over the dining table was switched on.

“i’m hungry, too. grab two more packs of ramyeon, please.”

“who’s the other one for?”

jimin fills the pot with water from the sink while you pick up two more of the same pack from the pantry.

“just us. don’t you agree that one pack is too small for one person?”

“it’s just enough for me though?” you rip open the packs one by one to retrieve the packets of seasonings. “with your job, though, i’d definitely have a bigger appetite.”

“alright,” he pouts, pretending to be upset. “let’s have just two then.”

“no, no, no-” you chase his hand, tightly gripping the last pack that he stole. “let’s have three! let’s have three! i didn’t eat dinner!”

—

“my mom brought a lot of kimchi yesterday. there’s an entire box in the fridge. i’ll pack you some before you leave later.”

“put some more in,” you say cutely as you peer down at the pot of ramen beside jimin. “please?”

he chuckles, adhering to your request before handing the container to you.

“thank you!”

you hop on the counter infront of the stove, chewing on a mouthful of kimchi with a joy akin to a child receiving a sweet treat. leaving the ramen to cook for the next five minutes, jimin sits a few feet away.

“aigoo, are you that hungry?”

“this is so delicious!” you praise his mother’s cooking instead of answering the question. “i can really eat this on its own.”

“ey, don’t fill yourself up yet! we have a lot of ramyeon to eat!”

“sorry, sorry!”

your giggles fill the apartment with warmth during this freezing winter. jimin didn’t doubt it when jungkook said that you light up every room you enter, he just didn’t expect that he would also gain a friend.

“how’s your cheek?”

“as you can see,” you motion at your face. “yellow. soooo… uglier.”

“that means it’s healing well.”

“i know,” the apples of your cheek become plump as your lips curve. “it no longer hurts to smile.”

“that’s a relief to hear,” he returns your kind smile. “jungkook has been worried about you.”

that’s the end of what he can tell you. jungkook won’t be pleased if you learn that he cried when he talked about the horrible thing that happened to you.

“thank you,”

“huh? for what?”

“being jungkook’s happiness.”

from his peripheral vision, he perceives your surprise. however, he is too flustered to meet your eyes while he is speaking from the bottom of his heart.

“the past year was physically and mentally draining for the team. as you know, we… we were considering giving up and disbanding. and of course it’s hard on all of us, but i’m really, really worried about jungkook. but!”

he chuckles at the dramatic rise of his own voice.

you have begun to feel emotional as you listened to his sincere and heartwarming words, but you can’t help but to cackle at the fact that you just witnessed the park jimin say the word ‘cheerleader’ while daintily waving his hands around as they were holding pompoms. how awfully endearing.

“…or something like that.”

uncontrollable giggles vibrate his body, dramatically slipping down the counter and onto the tiled floor to enshroud himself in extreme sheepishness.

“ah, ____! this is driving me crazy! don’t laugh!”

“what are you doing lying on the floor?” you playfully scold him, recording with your phone in secret. “why do i suddenly feel like the older one?”

“what’s with the noise?”

you whip your head around, wide curious eyes greeted with a shirtless jungkook who is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“is that ramyeon…? i want some too.”

jimin groans when he feels your foot poke him lightly.

“mister, can we add more? my googie is hungry too.”

—

“hyung, ____ told me something recently that really put a lot of things into perspective.”

and with that, jimin pours another bottle of beer in his and jungkook’s ice-filled mugs. “let me hear it.”

“if you intend to be with me for a long time, then i need you to need to know. at first i didn’t understand what it meant? then after we talked, something clicked for me. ahhh, i see it now. ____ didn’t want us to trust each other blindly… because that… that isn’t a good… foundation? for something that i want to last for a very long time. you, me, the members… don’t we all trust each other because we know that we’re good people to our core and we’re good at what we do? isn’t that why we have come this far, and why we keep going? besides army, of course!”

jimin blinks lazily, glossy eyes from the alcohol underneath it all. “that’s right. we wouldn’t have started this anyway… without that kind of trust. i don’t think it’s a connection you can just build with anyone too.”

“oh, that’s it. that’s right!”

“living together for a long time doesn’t guarantee it.”

“exactly.” jungkook nods repeatedly, probably too passionately, a guaranteed ticket for a hangover later on. “we talked about that last time too.”

“right? so we should protect it… maintain it… never lose sight of our purpose…”

the lack of words that follow does not equate to silence. glasses clink against each other and teeth rip bags of chips open and noodles are slurped. they’re overseas and they can’t go to a korean restaurant and grill their own meat. the hotel steak would take forever to arrive and quite frankly, they had it yesterday and it was not good. this is not exactly ideal, but it has its own charm.

jungkook takes another swig of the bittersweet alcohol, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand afterwards.

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syubseokie · 3 years ago

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go(o)d for me (drabble)

warnings: fem!reader, oral (m receiving), deep-throating, face-fucking, god complex, dom/sub tones, cum swallowing, swearing

it's the way his grip on the back of your head tightens as he thrusts his hips faster, your throat involuntarily tightening around his cock that causes a loud and drawn out "fuck" to escape his red-bitten lips, that has your core clenching around nothing in desperate need. your eyes well with tears as you glance up pleadingly yet full of admiration like a lowly servant in awe of their god.

and, you suppose, he is a god.

"so good f'me, my good girl," he murmurs, thumb softly stroking your cheek. you preen under his praise. drool slips from the corner of your lips, down your chin and onto your thighs. there's a burn in your folded legs you ignore in favour of the heat coursing through your belly, and a small whimper resounds in your throat at a particular harsh stroke that makes him grin wildly.

"c'mon baby, you can take it. you can take it for me, can't you? yeah, I know you can."

and you do. you breathe through your nose and relax your jaw, willing yourself to take him completely. he groans in utter satisfaction when you swallow around his length, "that's it, baby, 'm so fucking c-close," followed by the chanting of your name, a prayer on his lips, as he empties himself down your esophagus. you love the way he tastes; making a show of swallowing and licking your lips, a sought for approval. did I do well?

"you did so well, baby," he coos, "so good. now lie back and let me show you what happens to girls who are good."

Gojo // Geto // Sukuna

a/n: hey, hi, hello!

i've been having a bit of trouble writing lately. despite wanting to work on my current wips, i feel so tired and mind-blank every time i open up the documents but i hate that feeling so much because i just want to write. someone tell me how to get rid of mental blocks plsssss T-T

anywho, thank you so much for reading! reblogs + interactions are always appreciated. please look forward to my other work ♡

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savorysatori · 4 years ago

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— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

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Hi, this is 1st time requesting lol. Can we get a Leto x Jessica x reader in which she’s in love them both + confession plsssss

Times of Crisis

Leto Atreides x F!Reader x Lady Jessica

Warnings : enemies to lovers, mention of canon violence, angst, fluff.

Even while spending years burning in the sand of this planet you heard of them. The all-mighty Duke that has governed over his ancestors' planet with his beloved Bene Gesserit concubine. How could you not ? You thought most of their story was a legend. How could happy stories happen ehile you were forcing Fremens to work for the Harkonnens ? How could happiness be a thing when you lived in one of the Hells surviving in this galaxy thanks to the money and power it had to offer ?

For weeks you had tried to tame this devouring curiosity at their arrival. Why should you show any benevolence to your future rulers ? The Bene Gesserit already brainwashed the people about their son, a young man not even capable of governing yet, one so pale and calm that you couldn't even imagine him able to hold the reigns of this samdy fireball. What did the Emperor have in mind ? His parents at least offered another image. Something more solid.

At first you thought about keeping your eyes on his concubine, this Lady Jessica. But she came veiled, hidden in most part, far behind her partner. Duke Leto Atreides. Him you could read his behavior more openly, easily. Confident. Conquering. Yet those side eyed glances towards the people screaming for his son from afar, words distorded by the violent and dry wind, trying to catch their young and unexperienced messiah's attention.

Serving them is an honor. Despite your past and his cautious stares, Duke Leto welcomed you among his closest allies to hear from your own mouth how everything had been organized here. What crimes had been committed under your grasp. How much the Harkonnens obtained. Why you did that. Honestly ? You did everything for both money and power. After all what else had you to earn from this hellhole as you heard himself call this in planet ?

Leto Atreides is justice, you discovered with amazement from the corner of the table. And far from being stupid. Your trust in the Emperor sinked significantly now that you follow the Atreides vision of things. But what touched you the most was this visible homesickness in his eyes each time he set his gaze on the huge dunes surrounding the city.

"How was Caladan ?" You asked once as he walks by your side in the outside of his palace in his armor right before the daily heatwave. "I heard it was... cold. Rainy."

He hums, his brown pupils leaving the blinding dunes shining under the ruthless sun.

"Cold... for you at least. For me it has the perfect temperature. Perfect colors." He mumbles as you stop behind a high column protecting you with a huge shadow. "It is certainly something else."

Maybe you gained his trust over the weeks, maybe not. How could you be able to tell with his narrowed eyes and undecipherable face turned to you ?

"I've spent my life on Arrakis." You say. "I can't even imagine another climates. Other colors. Especially with such evasive words."

"Some planets are so cold you would die on the spot, your muscles paralyzed. Some are even so hot than you wouldn't even be able to feel thirst taking your body over. Our galaxy and others are full of surprises." He acknowledges with a nod.

There is something unsettling at the way he stares straight at your soul. It is none as aggressive nor as suggestive as the Baron's gaze as you were surrounded by these poor women whose nudity was barely veiled under their transparent dresses in his presence, their shaved heads lowered to the ground during your reports.

"My Lord. Do you even trust me ?"

He sighs, frowning before looking away to the dunes once more.

"I do."

"You don't."

This attracts his stern glare as he turns to you, raising this tension reigning over the both of you. Yet, he doesn't act like you are about to get attacked. His hands remain under his back. As usual. At least he doesn't feel threatened.

"I can't quite understand what your point is." He admits in a neutral voice. "My answer seems clear to me. I am walking with you. I listen to your opinion everyday. I debate. If I couldn't trust you you wouldn't have kept such privileges."

You snort at this and the Duke raises an eyebrow at your involuntary reaction.

"I apologize." You say with a gaze lowered to the marbled ground. "I got those privileges from you. Not from the Harkonnens. I didn't keep them. I got them. This is the difference."

When your eyes meet his you notice this flash of pity that would come across his face under some circumstances. It's rare, but obvious enough not to ignore. No matter how many barriers he keeps raised between you, you feel more and more attracted as times goes by.

And as painful as it is, you feel the same about his concubine. This Lady Jessica. Colder, but sharing this confidence in every gesture. These glances thrown at anyone surrounding her or her family. The insisting ones she sends you when you don't lower your gaze. But why would you ? The Bene Gesserit leaft its marks on this planet at least as much as the Harkonnens did and targeted the people leaving there, infiltrating their minds to make them adore an invented messiah. You don't know anything about their goals but you fear them. There is no other word to qualify what you feel. Why is there this excited shiver down your spine whenever she defies you calmly ?

"I already told you not to look at me like this, my Lady." She warns you calmly as she stands right in front of you, her eyes staring at your soul in this exact way her concubine's did days earlier.

You discovered those pleasing adrenaline shots each time you defy her openly in private, this tension making you feel both in control and in danger with her. What does she have to hide from you and Duke Leto ? Is she loyal ? Does she love him like in the rumors you have heard about them ? What is she ? Who is she ?

"Why ?" You ask simply as her stern eyes don't leave your face. "Is there any problem my dear Lady ? Anything troubling you ?"

"I do think you have a problem with me." She says as she comes even closer, her displeased features making your heart skip a beat. "Who are you ? An Atreides servant ? Or an Harkonnen one ?"

"I am no servant." You mumble as her lips get closer.

"No servant ? No servant, really ?" She asks in a sour voice. "It's not what I've seen in your files. Obeying those people blindly, like a good little soldier while you made your people suffer. Then obeying us blindly, once again like a good little soldier while taking care of your people. What kind of person are you ? A coward ?"

"Is it a crime to think about my own survival ?" You chuckle darkly as you maintain this hateful eye contact with hers. "May I remind you that without me by your side to guide you, you would have an Harkonnen spy with you instead ?" You ask as she clenches her jaws. "How does that feel to have to trust me ?"

"I don't trust you, Harkonnen."

"I don't trust the Bene Gesserit neither." You snarl as her eyes start watering. "Get out of my planet."

This might have been the ultimate mistake you think as she holds you against the wall, a cold blade on your throat and her nose brushing against yours as you get paralyzed, pressing even harder against the naked and impersonal wall. Where had she learned to fight ?

"Why are you so irritating ?" She asks with her head tilted to the side and her hot and whistling breath tickling your jaw and throat. "Why are you like this all the time ? Why so threatening ?"

"You are the one holding the blade there." You correct her before she presses harder into you, your arms against the wall as you feel this attraction growing endlessly.

"Holding the blade against the woman that served the Harkonnens, that helped them to grow big enough to be a threat to the whole galaxy, even to my own family." She whispers at your ear as you close your eyes in an ultimate weak gesture. "Why do you like to play this much ?"

Your eyes are not the only ones full of desire as she forces you to look at her with her hand on your throat. Her face may be still this cold, but dilated pupils can't lie. Nor this erratic breath. Nor this thumb caressing your cheek before she abandons you there, a last confused glanced sent to you before walking away.

Then comes the day everyone thinks to be your last one as you get dragged away without any explanation from your quarters by two gards as four others walk behind you. A few minutes later you are thrown to the ground in front of the ruling couple, your knees hitting the floor hard enough to make you groan in pain. A soldiers pulls on your hair to force you to keep a straight stance, your knees still on the ground. You wonder what you could have done - or more exactly what the Harkonnens could have done before their departure - to have Leto Atreides fulminating like this as he stands in front of you.

"Are you the one who planned to kill my son ?"

"I-I beg your pardon my Lord ?" You ask with a genuine confusion.

"Are you the one who tried to kill my son." He snarls between his clenched teeth, disdain and frustration clear in his eyes.

"No... no what happened ?"

You turn your head to Lady Jessica not far from there as she rises her head defiantly at you only to look you down even more than she was already.

"What happened is that my son almost got killed in his chambers. That's what happened."

"I have absolutely nothing to do with it my Lord, I was either in my chambers or with our soldiers." You say confidently not to get crushed by anxiety.

"Jessica." The Duke mumbles as he lets his place to his concubine. "You two, give her a chair."

You jolt at the noise made by the piece of furniture thrown next to you and have no choice but to let them sit you on it by force. You have to obey and follow whatever is going to happen to you. If you learned one thing from this House it's that attacking a member of their family would mean having the rest of them tracking you down until you get crushed under their boot. It's no time for misunderstanding and attitude.

"Tell me." Jessica says quietly as for some reason she kneels in front of you, her hands clasped on your thighs. "Tell me what you know."

She is acting all sweet but still wear this cold mask. Your heart is pounding and you look up at the Duke standing by your left, his back turned to you.

"I know nothing." You claim as you peer down at her. "I did nothing and don't know anything about it."

But then her next "tell me" doesn't sound the same anymore. Her tone is stern, the world around you seeming to bend differently to the universe laws.

"I don't know anything about it my Lady." You say out of nowhere.

"Tell me how loyal you are to Arrakis."

"I'd die for it."

"Tell me if you would ever hurt Paul."

"I would never."

"Tell me if you are an Harkonnen agent."

"I am not."

You can only comply fully, your brain unable to formulate any question. The little voicein your head got erased, replaced by hers and her questions.

"Tell me how loyal you are to House Atreides."

"I would follow its members till my last breath."

It stops and you blink, now feeling uncomfortable and exposed to her, the Duke and the soldiers behind you. It was one thing to get beat up and threatened of all kind of things by Harkonnens, but getting your mind obedient to a sole voice was somewhat more terrifying.

You lower your head as Jessica whispers something at Leto low enough not to be understood by anyone else. This was not over for you.

"Leave this room and wait in the hallway, soldiers." The Duke commands.

He may not have the same powers as her, but the men obey with the same efficiency. Once the door closed...

"I am sorry for what just happened." Jessica says as she rubs her palms. "But... as you know now someone tried to assassinate our son. With a tiny robot that managed to find its way to his room."

You don't reply, still too disturbed by how easy it is for her to tame people's mind. The Bene Gesserit definitely is something horrible. You learned to trust her throughout time but do they all have that power ? It's now the most unsettling thought you've had in a while. No wonder they can infiltrate any House and any planet.

"I... I understand." You say hesitantly.

It's painful not to be trusted by them but could you really complain about it ? You always acted like the insufferable former Harkonnen agent. If you had not better conteol over your own emotion you think you would have ended up in tears out of humiliation.

The Duke's hand rests on your shoulder, probably feeling the conflicted feelings running wild in your head. It anchors you to reality, protecting you more than you would have thought. Spreading this warmth you had no choice but to let grow day after day.

"I have one last question." Jessica starts gently.

You squirm away from her but Leto keeps his grasp on you in an encouraging gesture. By looking up at him you notice the warning he sends Jessica with his gaze.

"I won't use the Voice on you again. Do not fear me." She assures you.

You nod in response, unsure of what to do now.

"Leto and myself asked ourselves why you kept acting the way you did. You had no reason to make us think you were still working for them."

"They have spies everywhere. Guards. Maids. Soldiers."

Leto's hand now rests on your other shoulder as Jessica looks up at him, herself seeming hesitating for once.

"We noticed how it contradicts your gaze."

You frown at this and she walks closer to you before kneeling again. Their actions are confusing.

"The both of us noticed that it doesn't match your attitude. It grew towards something... different."

Her hands take yours softly, letting you some time to protest. As you don't she rubs up your forearms then down your fingers several times. The silence stretches for such a long time that your dry throat becomes unbearable, forcing you to clear it.

"What... what do you..."

"You survived to a reign of Harkonnens on such a hostile planet as Arrakis." Leto states simply as you avoid his gaze. "Trust us there is nothing to fear there. You are innocent of what happened to our son. But we need you to be honest with us."

"You already know I'm loyal to your House." You protest faintly as Jessica rubs your cheek and looks at you directly. "I already told you everything."

"Not everything. Not this little thing that could change the future." Jessica whispers. "This little thing the Harkonnens and the Emperor couldn't predict. And from what I know, not even the Bene Gesserit. Am I wrong ?"

"I doubt the Bene Gesserit couldn't plan this, they can do everything."

"So... do you confirm this was not an illusion ?"

You nod. You have no idea why this could change the future according to her. For the first time you see a smile on her face, a brief one then swallowed by this tension fed by the recent events. Still, she kisses the back of your hands once each.

"We need everyone to counter the Harkonnens." Leto says. "War is imminent, as you know. If anything happens to one of us, or to the both of us, Paul will need someone to protect and guide him. We trust you with our life, just like you trust us with yours."

This pops the bubble around you with cruelty as Jessica stands up. What drove them to ask your feeling is this pressing need to protect their family at all costs. The gentle kiss on the corner of your lips from Jessica soothes your soul, as well as the one on the top of your head from Leto. Your brain gets foggy as he rests his forehead affectionately against yours, but it's nothing compared to the tender kiss pressed against your lips.

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