#I cant get her to look at me this way so I can never get it on camera

[treatbuckywkisses]

The prospect of spending an entire week without seeing or touching Bucky seems like pure torture. You suspect Thor didn’t take kindly to you turning him down in favour of Bucky which has resulted in you covering the night shift for the next two weeks. nooooooo:( not the opposite schedule as punishment that is LITERALLY the worst (speaking from experience night shift genuinely makes me so sad) I don't care if he's a god rn he's a bitch 

"Sending you kisses and dirty dreams" is such a line I have to steal that for personal use 

You listen to his message three times. Firstly, just to hear his voice, how elated he sounds speaking to your voicemail. Second, to actually take in what he said. And thirdly, to listen to the sound of his voice again. Me when I read trulyyy I have to stop my brain from being too excited and skipping stuff😭 then I go back and reread it to make sure I got everything 😅 

When he answers his door, there’s a moment's pause where you simply stare joyously at each other, as if trying to determine if this is actually real or something concocted in a dream. I am emo for this :(

Seeing Bucky’s gorgeous, smiling face after a week apart is like a breath of fresh air. After a week of suffocating, you could now take a long, deep breath, oxygenating all those cells in your body which had been crying out for him. By the achingly doting expression on his face, you are positive he has longed for this moment as much as you have. Em. Why are you set out to kill me. This is the most BEAUTIFUL thing I've ever read. This description????? You literally made up ????????? In your big beautiful brain ?????? What do you mean HOW DID U DO THAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I have read this 5 times now alone I simply cannot move on from this. I will never be normal about this ever.

His lounge room is lit up with candles, casting a soft, warm glow over the entire room and filling the air with a sweet vanilla fragrance. The couch and coffee table have been pushed to the back wall to make room for a makeshift bed of multiple blankets and pillows. A small projector sits at the foot of the ‘bed’, pointing at a now bare wall, the few pictures Bucky did have up now stored on the coffee table. To top it all off, rose petals have been scattered all around the room, with a bouquet of the same flowers tied up neatly in a pretty bow beside the bed which you can only assume is for you. This??? THIS????????? yeah. im done for. DONE FOR. AND FOR HIM TO SAY "ID DO ANYTHING FOR YOU" WITHOUT HESITATION!??????????? EM. YOURE CRIMINAL.

He looks at you with such extreme fondness, like something precious he values and wants to keep safe, and you have no choice but to kiss him. Not soft and sweet like his was, but instead ardently, fiercely. As a ‘thank you’. As a ‘I missed you’. As a ‘I care about you beyond what words can describe’. As a ‘I need you right now’.  Exactly this.

HE SWAPPED SHIFTS TO BE WITH HER IM SO MUSHY & MELTY GET OUT.

“Oh I’m most definitely pussy drunk. Pussy addicted even.” He affirms with his signature smirk. Warmth blooms in your chest at how shamelessly he’s into you - you have become accustomed to men’s ambiguous signals, their aversion to commitment, but with Bucky, as soon as you proclaimed yourself as his girlfriend, he’s been nothing but unabashedly yours. OMGSBSGSKHS I MADE THIS JOKE EARLIER IM SO HAPPY TO SEE IT IN THE REAL THING IM DEAD 😹😹 

“Of course I did.” He says with an amused lilt as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your stomach tingles with something of devoted affection when you perceive no trace of deception in his features. the way. he is so effortless. And CASUAL. about the lengths he would go to I AM SICK. "OF COURSE I DID" "ID DO ANYTHING FOR YOU" GOD SHUT UP I CANT TAKE ANY MORE YOURE KILLING ME.

Looking into his steel blue eyes, which regard you with a familiar warmth and devotion, your stomach clenches as the realisation hits you - you have something in this world you’re terrified to lose. Im ill and you're insane. 

Night Shift

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: When you’re stuck on night shift for two weeks, you and Bucky find it difficult to spend time together.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mention of sending nudes/audio within an established relationship, implied food play, mention of dialysis and an elderly patient dying, soft fluff

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: I truly didn’t mean for this part to be this long, yet here we are. Some soft smut and domestic fluff after the angst of part 5. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“My place next weekend?” Bucky poses as he peppers delicate kisses over your face. You scrunch your nose and let out a little squeal of glee that promotes him to continue his trail of kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

The prospect of spending an entire week without seeing or touching Bucky seems like pure torture. You suspect Thor didn’t take kindly to you turning him down in favour of Bucky which has resulted in you covering the night shift for the next two weeks.

With Bucky still living with and taking care of his Ma recovering at home after being discharged from the surgical ward last week, and your now severely conflicting schedules, you know you won’t find the time to see each other until the following weekend.

You have to remind yourself that you only have to endure six days without him, not even a full week, but it’s the six nights attempting to fall asleep in an empty bed without his strong arms cuddling you into his broad, musky scented chest that you suspect will be more tormenting to endure.

“What have you got planned?” Your eyes narrow, trying to see if you can get any clues by reading his countenances. Unfortunately, all he does is smile, which gives away nothing except for the soft flutter of butterflies in your stomach that indicate how you enjoy being the cause of his happiness.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” God he loves to tease, and as much as you adore him for it, having something specific to look forward to at the end of the week would actually be very helpful in surviving the week.

“Can it be next weekend already?” You whine between peppered kisses around your face. Bucky simply chuckles, but he feels your pain, he doesn’t want to have to endure the impending week without you either.

“I promise, the week will go by in a flash.”

But this one time, Bucky’s promise isn’t truthful.

The week feels like it’s moving through tar.

You’re awake when it’s pitch black outside and when you attempt to sleep at home, the sun is seeping through your curtains, almost mocking you that you can’t be outside enjoying it.

The night shift drags on more so than a regular day because you don’t have Wanda keeping you company, and you know that you won’t be able to steal glimpses of Bucky which normally sustain you throughout your shift.

You then come home and crash on an empty bed in a lonely apartment when most people are only just starting their day. Your mind can’t help but wonder what Bucky is doing at this very moment. Perhaps he’s making breakfast for his mom, and you smile thinking about them joking together over their cereal. Or maybe he’s having his morning shower, the hot water cascading over his toned body, his wet hair falling in front of his eyes as he washes his naked body.

Possibly thinking about you.

Maybe even touching himself to the thought of you being right there with him.

And that’s the image you manage to fall asleep thinking about and which enters your dreams.

The following day is no better. Sporadic messages from Bucky during his waking hours is the only contact you have with him, until it gets too late where his communication ceases altogether, under the assumption he finally fell asleep.

After driving home, and two and a half long days without seeing him, you’re desperate to hear his voice. Sadly, the only time you manage to hear it is when his voicemail instructs you to leave a message because you’ve missed him. At a very minimum he will be able to hear your voice if you leave a voicemail, so you decide to tell him about your day.

“Morning baby, I know you’re probably with your Ma, but I just finished my shift and I’m on my way home and I’d thought I’d see if I could catch you before I fall asleep. It was a tough one today, Mrs Stewart, that lovely lady on dialysis who read my cards, the one I told you about last week, she came into the ER again and passed away overnight. I organised for her daughters to come in to say goodbye, but it felt like such an injustice, she should have had more time and been able to meet her grandbaby. I wish I had been able to come home to a hug and kiss from you.” You take a short pause, trying to compose yourself. You’re a doctor, losing patients is part of the job description and just makes saving lives that more extraordinary, but it is always easier to cope when you have Bucky there to run you a bath and help wash the day off you.

You don’t get that privilege this week.

“How’s your Ma? I know you said the other day she was meeting all her goals so I’m sure she’s breaking all kinds of records and continuing to be a mischief maker just like her son is.” You let out a chuckle, thinking of your cheeky boyfriend and his even sassier mom interacting with each other makes you grin. “Two nights down, four more to go. Honestly the weekend can’t come soon enough, I already miss you and it’s only been two days! Oh also, I sent you some pictures overnight, I hope you enjoy getting to look through those before bed later, I think you’ll like them. Sending you kisses and dirty dreams. I hope we get to speak soon baby.”

You hang up feeling ever so slightly better. Even though you weren’t actually speaking with him directly, in some strange way you feel like you have.

When you wake up, a good eight hours later, feeling more exhausted than when you went to sleep, one of the notifications you’ve missed is a call from Bucky, and your heart flutters when you realise he’s also left you a long voicemail.

“Hey darling, it was so great hearing your voice just before starting my shift, I feel like my day is already brighter from just listening to you talk. I’m sorry to hear about your patient, she seemed like such a sweet lady. If I were with you I’d give you the biggest hug and kiss, you deserve them both. Just know you are an amazing doctor; and her daughters will be grateful that they got their chance to say goodbye.” There’s a long pause in the recording, so much so you think your phone has accidentally switched off, but then you hear his voice again. “Ma is doing so well, we’re getting out and doing some small walks around her neighbourhood. She’s friends with one of the lady’s down the end of the street and her poodle puppy, so her motivation to keep walking is to see little Millie and get puppy kisses. I have to take her to a follow-up appointment after work, so it might prove a little tricky finding a time to chat but hopefully I can catch you before your shift.”

Your heart sinks, after not actually getting to speak with him earlier today you had hoped this afternoon would be your best chance to do so. But as disappointed as you are, you don’t blame Bucky one bit - he has to take care of his mom, and seeing the relationship they share only makes you adore him even more.

“I had a sneak at those pictures earlier and you made me harder than a fucking rock looking like a wet dream in that lingerie set. You can guarantee I’ll be looking at those when I go to sleep tonight. I might just have to send you some audio of how much I enjoy them.” Excitement tingles down your spine and you salivate at the thought of hearing Bucky get off to pictures of you. That of all the people he’s ever been with, you’re the one he can’t get enough of. “I hope you’re resting up baby, you deserve it. I’m sure we’ll speak soon, and if not, I’m just gonna keep listening to your voicemail on repeat so I can hear your voice again.”

You listen to his message three times. Firstly, just to hear his voice, how elated he sounds speaking to your voicemail. Second, to actually take in what he said. And thirdly, to listen to the sound of his voice again.

The remainder of the week wouldn’t be such a drag now that you could listen to his voice any time you want.

* * *

After your shift ends on Saturday morning, you have a pep in your step as you exit the hospital, on your way straight to Bucky’s place.

You’re finally going to see him again and nothing, not even the wet weather that you drive through towards his apartment, will dampen that.

When he answers his door, there’s a moment's pause where you simply stare joyously at each other, as if trying to determine if this is actually real or something concocted in a dream.

Seeing Bucky’s gorgeous, smiling face after a week apart is like a breath of fresh air. After a week of suffocating, you could now take a long, deep breath, oxygenating all those cells in your body which had been crying out for him. By the achingly doting expression on his face, you are positive he has longed for this moment as much as you have.

Someone else would probably think you had spent months apart with how hurriedly you pull one another into a crushing embrace. Your arms fling around his neck, pulling him down to you, and he pulls your waist flush with his as he buries his face in your neck.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear, taking in the familiar scent of his eucalyptus shampoo and that musky scent which was just naturally Bucky.

“Not as much as I missed you.” He mumbles, pulling back so his lips can capture yours in a tender kiss. His lips are soft and meld against yours with languid motions.

You stay in each other's arms for a long moment, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, letting the rest of the world melt away as you revel in the delight of being reunited.

With a kiss to your forehead, Bucky takes your hand and leads you inside, not wanting to be deficient of your touch for even a single second longer.

“I have something to show you.” He proclaims with a mischievous grin. You’re left to ponder what it might be as he doesn’t give you any hints, however, you don’t need to wait long for when he leads you through the doorway to his living space the surprise hits you square in the chest.

“Bucky…” Your jaw drops open and you’re left speechless.

His lounge room is lit up with candles, casting a soft, warm glow over the entire room and filling the air with a sweet vanilla fragrance. The couch and coffee table have been pushed to the back wall to make room for a makeshift bed of multiple blankets and pillows. A small projector sits at the foot of the ‘bed’, pointing at a now bare wall, the few pictures Bucky did have up now stored on the coffee table. To top it all off, rose petals have been scattered all around the room, with a bouquet of the same flowers tied up neatly in a pretty bow beside the bed which you can only assume is for you.

“You did all this for me?” You choke out, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you but the lump in your throat betraying you.

“I’d do anything for you.” He responds without hesitation. “I wanted to have a romantic weekend together after not seeing you for so long.”

He looks at you with such extreme fondness, like something precious he values and wants to keep safe, and you have no choice but to kiss him. Not soft and sweet like his was, but instead ardently, fiercely. As a ‘thank you’. As a ‘I missed you’. As a ‘I care about you beyond what words can describe’. As a ‘I need you right now’.

Your hands find his hair and pull lightly, in the way you know he likes and which helps you open him up to you so you can sweep your tongue in his mouth.

You’re in control of the kiss until Bucky manages to slip a large hand past the elastic of your pants, fingers finding the wet patch forming in your panties. Even the feel of his thick fingers through the material is enough to make you keen, and all of a sudden you’re putty in his hands as he takes charge.

“How long have you been this wet for me, darling?”

“All week.” You moan breathlessly as he runs his fingers through your soaking folds, making sure his thumb circles your clit with the just the right pressure he has come to know with experience makes your toes curl. “Jerking off to your pictures just isn’t the same.”

“You need the real thing, baby?” Bucky nips at your earlobe before sucking on your neck, the sensation making you dizzy with lust. You want him - no, need him, more than you’ve needed anyone before, more than you need to breathe.

“Yes, please.” You beg, hands reaching down to feel his hardening cock underneath the material of his sweatpants. His lips connect with yours again as you cup his balls through his pants, a gravelly grunt escaping his lips

“Lay down, darling.” Bucky instructs, his spare, strong hand running down your back to assist you falling backwards onto his provisional blanket bed. “I got you.” He promises as you let him hold your body weight, placing you down carefully and ensuring your head rests on one of the pillows.

Bucky cages you in, his muscular form and intoxicating scent consuming your vision and filling all your senses. His eyes are brimming with desire, observing you underneath him as if you are the most alluring sight he’s ever had the pleasure of gazing at, and it only makes the wet patch in your panties grow.

“Need you, James.” He smirks as his real name falls from your lips. Bucky knows you mean business when you use it, and though he loves to tease you, today is not the time for that, because as much as you need him, he needs you even more.

“I know baby, Imma take good care of you, make you feel so good.” Bucky coos before sliding down your body, pulling your slacks and underwear off in one go. “There’s my pretty pussy.” As soon as his plump lips suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you’re sent straight to heaven. Without giving you a moment to think about how almost painfully good he’s making you feel and how much you’ve missed the feel of his tongue swirling at your core, he’s slipped two fingers inside you, fervently stroking your velvety, fluttering walls.

“Shit, Buck. God, I’ve missed your mouth.” If you were with anyone but your precious Bucky, who you trust implicitly, you might be embarrassed by how quickly the band at the bottom of your stomach is tightening, ready to snap at any second. But you never feel self conscious when you’re with him - his utmost concern with your pleasure, ensuring you always feel safe and comfortable when you’re with him nourishes the trust you share.

You look down at Bucky between your legs still fully clothed, rutting into the blankets beneath him, as if he’s getting off on purely the taste of you. You swear you’ve never been with a partner who actually enjoys eating you out as much as Bucky does, rather than seeing it as a chore to get through so you’ll suck them off.

Through his long hair, strands of which have fallen in front of his face, his piercing blue eyes look up to find you watching him intently, overflowing pleasure etched on your features, whimpers and moans cascading from your mouth. This only spurs him on. With a smirk you can feel against your sensitive folds, his movements become more frantic, pushing you ever closer to your impending high.

“Make a mess on my face, darling.” His breath is hot against your centre, before diving right back in, tongue feverishly licking up every drop of arousal he himself is responsible for, as his fingers curl to find that spot inside you which makes you see stars.

“Buck- oh god, oh please, right there, fuck yes, yes, right there, don’t stop.” Your thighs squeeze around his head but it doesn’t slow him down. He’s been starving for a week and nothing, even not being able to breathe, is going to stop him from taking you over the edge of ecstasy.

And that’s exactly what he does. With a simultaneous thrust of his fingers and suction on your clit, you cum with a cry of his name, thighs quivering and toes curling as your back arches off the pile of blankets and pillows that are now in disarray.

“That’s my good girl.” He praises, continuing to pump his fingers inside you as his other hand frantically rubs your clit, prolonging your pleasure and causing your body to involuntary jerk as your orgasm fires through every cell in your body.

When you finally come down, completely out of breath and sweat beading on your brow, Bucky smirks at you in his signature, cheeky way where you can’t help a reciprocating smile blossoming in your own features.

“Now, let’s see how many times you can cum on this fat cock.”

* * *

“Bucky?” You mumble with a hoarse voice as your eyes blink open to the bright early afternoon sun streaming through the cracks in Bucky’s curtains, even though you can tell he’s tried to pull them across as far as they will go so you can sleep in mild darkness.

When you don’t get a response you turn over lazily, arm reaching out to the spot beside you on the makeshift bed only to find cool sheets and spare pillows. Your heart drops that even though you got to fall asleep beside Bucky, you haven’t been able to wake up beside him.

That moment of happiness and contentment as you both open your eyes in the morning, being the first thing you each see in the day, after being the last before falling asleep, as soft smiles spread simultaneously over both of your features, is a type of pure magic you don’t want to be deprived of once you’ve had a taste.

Hearing movement and faint sizzling coming from the adjacent kitchen, you pull Bucky’s discarded Henley over your naked form and, with a stifled yawn, shuffle towards your boyfriend.

You take a moment to lean on the doorframe and admire your burly boyfriend, shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, long hair tied back from his face in a small bun as he pours batter onto a frypan.

You could get used to this.

The muscles of his bare back flex as you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade, your arms snaking around his toned midriff

“Did you sleep well?” He asks softly as the hand he’s not using covers your left hand, fingers naturally slotting between yours. One of your favourite things since officially becoming his girlfriend is how physically affectionate he’s become. He’ll make any excuse to hold your hand, to sling an arm around your shoulders or have you sitting in his lap.

The fact that he seeks out that contact with you, makes your heart flutter each time. Warmth blooms in your chest knowing you’re the only person he wants that affectionate, lovey-dovey connection with.

“Hmm I guess. Wanted to wake up next to you though.” Your arms tighten around his waist, as if to reflexively keep him close and prevent him from moving away as he had done while you were asleep.

“I’m sorry darling, our sleep schedules are just off at the moment.” You kiss a freckle on his shoulder blade, a silent recognition that you understand what he means and you aren’t upset. You observe a shiver running down his back at your soft kiss so you do it again with a smile, loving that you’re the one person who gets to elicit that kind of reaction from him.

“Watcha making?” You ask lazily, standing on your tiptoes so you can see above his shoulder to what he’s cooking in the frypan. The room smells delicious, like sugary sweetness and melting butter

“Pancakes. Figured we’d need some energy after what we did this morning.” He chuckles as you let out a little squeal of delight. No man has ever put the effort in to cook for you before, and now Bucky’s making one of your childhood favourites. “Plus, they’re one of the only things I can make well.”

“They almost look as yummy as you.” You flatter, poking him at the ticklish spot he has just above his hip which makes him squirm and giggle.

“You’ll have to make sure to save room for your dessert then.”

You fall into comfortable silence as you remain resting on his back and Bucky continues to cook the pancakes one at a time, treasuring the closeness given your separation over the past week, but not needing conversation to feel at ease with each other's presence.

“Are you gonna fall asleep on me again, huh?” Bucky’s voice pulls you away from the dark void of sleep you were falling into without realising.

“Maybe… you’re just so comfy.” You mumble, your tired lips barely articulating the words, but Bucky chuckles like he knows what you’ve said.

“Here…” He places the spatula down and before you know it, he’s grabbing you by the hips and lifting you onto the counter beside his stove. He stands between your legs, casually kissing you and hands smoothing over your bare thighs. In this moment it feels as though nothing can come between you, even the prospect of spending the rest of your career on the night shift. “My sweet girl.” He mumbles against your lips, hooking your legs around his waist, getting lost in the taste of you to the extent that he almost forgets about the batter cooking on the pan and has to frantically untangle himself from you to turn them before they burn.

Once the pancakes are done, Bucky serves them up on a plate for each of you and leads you back to the living room with your hand in his, only leaving you huddled in the blankets alone for a moment to go grab all the topping options he purchased specifically for this occasion.

You start eating your pancakes as Bucky fiddles to connect the projector, cursing under his breath when it doesn’t work. You tell him not to mind, because after finishing your pancakes, you’re interested in other activities that don’t involve watching a movie, and making use of the rest of the whipped cream Bucky bought.

Though the weekend will surely go by in a flash, you want to stay in the moment with him and enjoy every sweet and sinful second you get together.

* * *

Before you know it, Monday has come round again and you’re back on the night shift. Yes, the week without Bucky had been difficult and you didn’t like it one bit, but you made it through once, so you know you can do it again.

Besides, your weekend of indulgence certainly made up for the lonely nights and days without seeing him, so you’re using the prospect of a similar weekend as motivation to get through another gruelling week.

Early on in your shift, as you’re preparing to send a young man in for an x-ray of his possibly fractured wrist, a familiar voice calls your name as they approach the nurses desk.

“Buck?” Your heart starts beating frantically thinking something must be catastrophically wrong for him to be in the ER at this time of night. “Is everything okay? Is it your mom?” Your voice is shaky, but your concern isn’t reflected on his face.

If you weren’t in a state of panic, you would have realised that him being in his EMT uniform was an indication of the true reason he found himself inside the hospital, but you fail to notice that detail in the moment of anxiety.

“Darling, everything is fine.” He punctuates his reassurance with a sweet kiss, his large hands calmly cupping your face and savouring the feel of your lips against his. “I swapped shifts with someone on nights for the week. I didn’t want to have to go another whole week without seeing you or sleeping next to you.”

Surprise stuns you for a split second - Bucky changed to the night shift because he missed you that much last week. Your stomach does a flip at how thoughtful his gesture is.

“Or do you mean sleeping with me? Are you a little pussy drunk, Barnes?” You tease.

“Oh I’m most definitely pussy drunk. Pussy addicted even.” He affirms with his signature smirk. Warmth blooms in your chest at how shamelessly he’s into you - you have become accustomed to men’s ambiguous signals, their aversion to commitment, but with Bucky, as soon as you proclaimed yourself as his girlfriend, he’s been nothing but unabashedly yours.

“You really swapped the night shift just for me?” You ask, voice softer and more vulnerable now. No one has ever gone out of their way to inconvenience themselves for you before. Part of your brain can’t believe seeing you more is the only reason Bucky has made the switch. Surely he must have some ulterior motive?

“Of course I did.” He says with an amused lilt as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your stomach tingles with something of devoted affection when you perceive no trace of deception in his features.

“What about your Ma?” You question, very appreciative of what Bucky has done but concerned he hasn’t thought it through the whole way.

“Steve offered to help out, and I can still see her before each shift in the afternoon and afterwards in the mornings.” He reassures with a smile that relieves any doubt you were feeling. “Spending time with you is important to me. No one makes me feel as happy and content as I do when I’m with you, so when the opportunity presented itself, of course I took it.”

Looking into his steel blue eyes, which regard you with a familiar warmth and devotion, your stomach clenches as the realisation hits you - you have something in this world you’re terrified to lose.

Perhaps his edges are a little jagged by his past, but Bucky makes you feel like you’re in the exact right place at the exact right time, that there’s no rush, nothing to run or hide from, that you are precisely where you’re meant to be.

And though you don’t tell him that you’re falling in love, you kiss him like you do.

Part 7 > >

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⌗ :: a/n: i like to think im the sweetest person alive so this is written for my girl nadsies while she isnt having the greatest day ever. just a short lil fic bc im working on the smau pt2 and some other ones ;)

you dont like bothering oscar when he's at work. its a weird thing you have, one that oscar's tried getting out of your head on more than one occasion. does it stick? no.

the cramps you had been feeling for the entire day had made it almost impossible to move, so you weren't exactly able to reach your phone to tell oscar either.

that is a fact you use in a later argument. which by the way doesn't work.

so when the door to your apartment swings open and you hear your boyfriend's voice, you nearly flat out start crying. its so nice to hear a comforting sound.

"sweetheart?" oscar calls out for a second time when you don't reply, even talking feels like too much right now. you hear some shuffling around and then the soft footsteps as he walks down the hallway.

"hey, baby," he murmurs when he enters the room, coming to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. his hand comes to rest on your back rubbing slowly through the duvet. "how are you feeling?"

a noncommittal grunt escapes you and you wince in pain as another wave of cramps hit you like a train. fuck periods actually.

oscar sensing your situation quickly, he gets up and places a quick but soft kiss to your forehead before walking back out to the kitchen promising to be back soon. you stay awake for a little while but eventually the sounds of him moving around, and the soft clinking of dishes quickly puts you to sleep.

it was a comfort knowing someone else was home with you.

some time later you feel a dip in the bed beside you, two arms wrap around your waist and pull you into their warmth.

"hey you," you whisper.

"hey you," he whispers back his hand drawing circles on your skin. "are you feeling better after that nap?"

"sort of," you sigh. "mainly im-"

"hungry?" oscar guesses, you can hear the smile in his voice and you slowly sit up, cautiously testing different positions before finding one that doesn't make you feel like you've been shot.

you look over at oscar who has turned away bringing a tray of snacks over from the bedside table. it has all your favourite snacks, chocolates, your phone and a warm cup of tea.

"i called mum, while you were asleep earlier," he said almost nervously. "and asked her what type of tea to use because i was worried and wanted to help and she said to use-"

you shut him up by placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth "its perfect thank you osc," you settle back against the pillows - and him, okay mostly him. his arms are wrapped around you as you soak in the quiet afternoon, the soft sound of the show you had playing on your computer earlier the only noise in the room.

"why didn't you call me?" his voice rumbles through you.

"i didn't want to bother you while you were at work," you look down to the cup of tea in your hands and realise now that you probably won't be winning this conversation. there is no one who cared more about you than the man currently wrapped around you. he would drop anything in a second for you.

hence why you didn't call him. he cant be distracted from work. its so important to you.

but he won't take that as an answer.

"you know i always have time for you, sweetheart, i'm never too busy for you. you're my number one priority. always."

the cramps didn't seem so bad after that.

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[marydoyouwrite]

Burnt Out

PAIRING: boyfriend!jaehyun, Fem Reader, bestfrined!doyoung

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: Jaehyun is insatiable to the point that reader is sick from lack of rest. A little bit angsty because reader has to decide for herself.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, dubcon bordering noncon, overstimulation, pussy eating, lots of manhandling, use of sex toy, its up to you to decide if Jaehyun is a bad guy here, what do you think?

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You've been staring for far too long at nothingness when you're brought back to reality by a nudge from Doyoung.

"Are you so blissed out with Jaehyun's dick that you've been so out of it lately?"

You adjust from your seat and took the food from your impatient friend's hands that have probably been stretched out for a while causing him to say the off handed remark.

"Sorry. I'm just so tired."

"So you are blissed out."

Blissed out, huh. For a while you dont realize that you made a face that Doyoung can't comprehend.

Your mind began to drift to a different place. You've been so tired. Instead of being blissed out, maybe burnt out is the word.

You've been with Jaehyun for around 9 months now thanks to his frat friends for pushing you two together. Doyoung is also a frat friend but you and him go way back as neighborhood friends, so you consider him on your side.

And you can't quite recall if Doyoung was also pushing you to be with Jaehyun. He only seemed like a quiet audience when the whole thing was happening. And when you and Jaehyun finally got together, he only said a short, "Congrats."

Doyoung pokes your side and you wince at the contact. You smooth your hands over the part he poked.

"Oww, what was that for?"

"Woah, that was not a strong poke."

"I know, but still. It hurts."

And you can see the confusion forming on his face. He's probably thinking why you winced too hard over a gentle poke. And you cant bring yourself to tell him that its because you have bruises on your waist that are never healing. You can never tell.

"Y/n!"

You whip your head to direction from where your boyfriends voice came from. You instinctively raise your hand despite dreading the time he'll ask you to come with him. You havent even finished eating your lunch with Doyoung.

"Hey, Doyoung."

"Jaehyun."

"Mind if I snatch Y/n away?"

"She hasn't finished her food yet, though?"

"It's okay, I'll cook for her at home. That okay, princess?"

Doyoung looks at you and you want to say no. You want so bad to stay with him for a while and get a few moments of rest while finishing your food. You badly want to hold onto his sleeves. But all of that is weird.

"Yeah, thats okay. I'll see you later Doyoung!"

And you grab your remaining lunch, so you have something to eat later.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and happily drags you to his place thats only a few blocks from school.

"Jae." You call quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I have class at 6pm. Can we skip it today?"

"I promise we'll make it quick and take care of you after."

But with Jaehyun, its never quick. Once he starts, he never stops.

Once you reach his home, Jaehyun immediately latches his lips to yours. You put your hands on his chest and try to protest but your words are drowned in the kisses. His lips travel down your neck and suck a part of your skin just above the collarbone.

"Jae, please. Can I e-eat first."

"I'll cook for you after this, I promise."

He cups your heat and pushes your underwear to the side to insert three fingers into your pussy. You groan at the sudden intrusion and some tears form in your eyes.

"J-Jae! P-Please be gentle,"

It seems that your plea and tears just cause Jaehyun to be even more riled up. He angles his figngers to reach the sensitive spot inside you causing you to let out a small scream.

"That's it. Fucking scream for me princess. I know how much a slut you are for me."

Its so painful and yet your body betrays you again. Your knees buckle towards Jaeyun when you feel your stomach tigthening.

"Jaehyun! Please."

"Are you going to come pretty girl?"

"Y-Yes, so close."

"F-Fuck youre so tight around my fingers."

Jaehyun's thumb presses against your clit and you come undone on his fingers.

You pant and as you try to catch your breath, Jaehyun carries you to the sofa. He discards your clothes so skillfully and he sinks on his knees face to face with your pussy. He dips and licks your clit, making you arch your back at the sensitivity you're feeling.

"Jae, w-wait!"

But you know better. Jaehyun never waits. So you grab his head as your legs shake at his continous ministrations with his tongue.

He focuses on sucking on your clit and inserts two fingers in you. He lifts his left hand to grab your breast. He gives it a squeeze before playing with your nipple.

The sensations send you over the edge and you know its not long before you reach another orgasm.

Jaehyun blows on your clit and gives it a gentle lick before sucking on it again like hes never eaten you out before.

He looks up at you and he sees that some tears have made its way to your cheeks. And he smirks at the sight of you crying from overstimulation.

"Jaehyun! Ahh, fuck!"

It doesnt take long before you cum on his tongue and your legs are shaking. He continues to clean you up with his tongue.

He lifts his head from your core and starts to unbuckle his belt. His pants pool at his feet and you look at his angry length.

Jaehyun is huge. Both in girth and length. During your first months with him, you think of how you got so lucky to be the only girl to bed him. You recall always looking forward to being tangled on the sheets with him.

But now. Your body is about to give up on you.

You're whipped away from your thoughts when Jaehyun lowers himself and starts to push his cock into you.

"G-Gentle please."

He grabs your thighs and spreads them open even more as he pushes more inside you. You sigh at the intrusion because even if he fucks you everyday, you never seemed to adjust.

"You're so fucking tight princess. We might have to do something about this. Yeah?"

He shoves all of his length inside you and you feel it reach your cervix making you arch in pain and pleasure.

He puts his palm over your lower stomach where his cock prods.

"God you look so hot taking me all in."

He presses his palm down as he continuously pounds into you making you scream because of the pressure.

"Ahh... please, i-it hurts."

You sob at the pain and sensitivity you're feeling. You know he's about to make you come again. And you know that this is going to be a long afternoon.

Jaehyun angles himself to reach a deeper part of your insides and the slight change in angle causes another wave of orgasm to wash over you. But Jaehyun doesn't come and doesn't stop from moving inside you.

"J-Jae, baby. P-Please stop."

"Come on, princess. You can take another one for me, right?"

He grabs both your legs and presses them against your chest. The new position lets him bury himself deeper into you, if thats even possible, and you become a whimpering, sobbing mess.

He plays with your clit using his thumb and by impulse, you put your hands on his chest to push him a little bit, trying to make him relent. But he doesn't.

With his other hand, he grabs one of your hands and puts it above your head as he continues to pound so mercilessly into you.

You weakly retreat your other hand as you see that he's determined to make you come just one more time.

He lowers his head on your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it and the sensation does it for you. You come again.

And as you do, you hear him grunt.

"Shit you're so good for me princess. So fucking tight."

With a few more thrusts, you feel his cum spill inside you.

"F-Fuck!"

He slowly stills and collapses on top of you but still mindful not to put all his weight on you.

You feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Everything is a blur but youre not completely out. You feel Jaehyun moving and pulling out of you but you cant quite fully see his expression. You can only hear your labored breaths.

You feel Jaehyun carrying your limp body up fromd the sofa. And as he walks somewhere, maybe his room, you weakly say, "J-Jae, no more. Please?"

He quietly chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're cute."

You feel his soft bed envelope your body as he gently places you down.

"On your knees baby."

And you want to protest but your voice betrays you. Its no use. You try to wave and signal with your hand that you can't anymore but you cant even put it up.

So when he turns you over because you dont move, you just let him. And maybe all of these is your fault because you usually just let him at the end of the day.

In a while, you hear the familiar whirring of the toy you once loved but now dreaded. You shudder as he teases your core with the vibrating dildo. You sob as he fully  inserts it into you. You brace yourself as he spreads your ass open. And you fully shed tears as he penetrates your other hole with his cock. He grabs your hips so tightly and pound you into oblivion.

You dont know how many more orgasms you had before Jaehyun decides he's done. But your arms and knees have given up on you and you pass out. The last thing you remember is him removing the dildo from you and pushing in the cum that's leaked out of your ass.

---

You open your eyes and you feel so sore. How many hours has it been? Did you miss class? You cant miss class. Its a major subject and god forbid your subjects get fucked up too.

You look at Jaehyun's bed side clock and see that its almost 5:30. You have to go right now.

So despite the soreness, a headache, and the tenderness on your arms and hips, you will yourself to get up. And as you do, you see Jaehyun coming in with food on a tray and a glass of water. If only you weren't so tired physically and mentally, you would have swooned so much at the gesture. But getting to class is urgent.

"Hey, why are you already moving?"

"I have class. I have to go now."

You note the hoarseness in your voice.

"Can't you skip today? You're so tired."

"C-Can't Jae, exams are almost here."

"Okay let me walk you to school. And at least have a bite. You didn't get to finish lunch earlier."

He puts down the tray and scoops some food and puts the spoon in front of you. You quickly take a bite because, god your are starving.

As you chew, you gather your clothes that have already been neatly folded on the bed side. You dress up and in the process, you at least had three more bites of food.

Jaehyun does walk you to school and you note the slight dizziness youre feeling and the wobble in your steps.

"I've gone overboard, didn't I?"

You just give Jaehyun a tight little smile.

"I love you." He says with his dimpled smile you always adored.

"Love you, too." You replied before rushing off to your class.

You make it just in time.

You see the vacant chair beside Doyoung that he always saves for you, so you walk towards him. He looks up at you and you know he notices your weird walk.

But you dont mind him.

The discussion starts and its as if the professor is singing you to sleep. Now that youre seated in class, your body feels on fire.

Your core is aching. Your hips are killing you. Your arms and knees feel like theyre about to pop. Your head is being split in two. You're spent.

"Ms. Y/N?"

You're startled by the professor calling your name and you abruptly stand.

It was dumb. Because before you even hear the next sentence from your professor, you feel liquid dripping from your nose and everything blacks out.

The last thing you hear is Doyoung shouting your name.

---

You feel like you're floating. There are faint voices talking in the background but you can't quite catch what they're talking about.

You slowly open your eyes and its just all white. You groan at how the light hits your eyes and you feel footsteps walking towards you.

"Y/n!"

"W-Water."

Doyoung gets a glass of water and quickly hands it to you. You take a drink and you try to speak.

"What happened?"

"You tell me. You blacked out in class!"

"Mr. Doyoung, kindly lower your voice." The doctor tells Doyoung off.

"Ms. Y/n,  there is something I need to discuss with you. Would you like your boyfriend to stay?" The doctor glances at Doyoung as if asking if you want him to be there.

"H-He's not my boyfriend. But he's close to me. He can stay."

The doctor sighs. "Okay. I assume you have a boyfriend?"

"Y-Yes, why?"

"You have to slow down on the sexual activities. Your body seems to be not having any rest." You blush as you hear this. The doctor can tell?

"You also have to tell us, are you experiencing any abuse?"

"What? Does Jaehyun hit you?" Doyoung's voice is angry, so you panic.

"N-No! No he doesn't."

"I swear to fucking god if you're lying, Y/n!"

"I promise! He doesn't. My bruises, h-he just gets a little rough. But I let him."

The doctor sighs before continuing.

"I see. If that's the case, talk to him. Get some proper rest. You're weight isn't too good, work on putting in some more. I'll give you some vitamins. Also, having too much bruises aren't good for your body, so slow down on the rough play. That's all. I'll leave you for a bit. Just take the prescription before discharge."

With that, the doctor left. She must have sensed the intensity of Doyoung's stares on you.

"What the hell? He's not letting you rest to the point of getting sick?"

"Doyoung please, my ear hurts."

"Oh I hurt you? You don't seem to have a problem with Jaehyun hurting you though?"

"It's not that! I try to tell him. It's just not easy."

As you finish your sentence, you see Jaehyun rushing inside your room. And before you can even say anything, Doyoung loses it and lands a punch on your boyfriend's face.

"Doyoung, no!"

"The fuck was that for!" Jaehyun shouts as he grabs Doyoung's collar.

"You can't keep your dick in your pants for even a day?! Really fucking her into hospitalization?"

"What?" You see the confusion on Jaehyun's eyes.

"Please both of you calm down. We're in a hospital, please." You cough a little bit because your throat still feels sore. And this seems to calm the two men down.

Jaehyun goes to you and helps you sit on the bed.

"What happened?"

You look at your boyfriend and then at Doyoung who is still visibly angry.

"Doyoung, can you leave us two for a bit?"

Doyoung hesitates but he understands you want to talk to Jaehyun. So he leaves, but not before giving his friend another dirty look.

"Baby, what happened?" He genuinely asks as he took your hand in his.

"J-Jae,"

"Yeah? You can tell me."

"The doctor said I got sick because I don't get to r-rest. She told me to slow down on the sex."

Jaehyun's jaw drops.

"I did this?" You just nod at him slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, baby."

"She also told me that I had too many bruises."

There was silence between you two and you see Jaehyun feeling the guilt.

"J-Jae. I want to break up."

"W-What? But baby, I can fix this. I wont push you too much anymore. I'll take care of you better."

"Its not just about that Jae. It's just that I never felt heard. All the time I've asked you to stop, but you didn't, made me feel small." You pause.

"In the beginning, I enjoyed it because you were my first in everything. But every time I asked you to stop or slow down, asked you for some rest but you didnt listen, I just felt unheard." You take his face in your hands.

"And to be honest, this has been affecting me physically too and I'm not prepared. I've slept on one too many classes. Dragged myself in pain to finish a project. I feel like if I dont ask for this break, I'll fall even more behind."

And its true. You can see the signs. You're sleep deprived and you're missing deadlines. You never missed a deadline before. Your studies mean the most to you that you promised yourself not to let it go even if you enter a relationship.

But everything's getting affected and you want to stop it before it gets bigger and you and Jaehyun both end up very badly burnt.

Jaehyun just stares at you. A mix of sadness and understanding in his eyes. And for a while, you remember how he looked like the first time you met him.

Jaehyun is easy to pass as a jerk at first glance. He was the typical captain of the basketball team who's also a frat member. You didn't hit it off at the beginning. How could you? Youre not the most sociable person. With your nose always in books, people would call you a nerd. It doesn't matter though, because you're set on your goals. But in his persistence, you saw another side of him. He was charming in many ways. He was your first in everything. And you knew that Jaehyun is always delighted in knowing he was your first in all.

But now, you feel like the timing of you being together isnt right. You couldnt sacrifice anything for him. You tried to, with your body, but now its taken a toll on you.

"I'm sorry, Jaehyun."

"Hey, don't be sorry pretty girl." He lifts your chin gently so you could look at him again. This time, his eyes full of assurance.

"If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry. I failed to take care of you and I'm realizing it just now. But thank you for telling me. "

You feel it coming now. Your breaking point is happening because Jaehyun is still the kind man you love. He respects you enough to let go of you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n."

He squeezes your hands and at that moment, you know that both of you can postpone any more talking. The words you both want to say can be said another time.

"Do you want me to call Doyoung back here?"

"Yes, please."

He gives your forehead a long kiss before he gets up and goes out the door. When the door opens again, it's Doyoung that comes in. And when your eyes meet, your eyes let go of the tears you've been holding back.

And Doyoung is quick to understand what happened and what you need. So he goes to hug you tight.

"I'm not sure I did the right thing."

"Shh, its okay."

But you don't feel okay. For now, you cry on your friend's shoulder hoping the burn in your heart will feel better.

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a/n: It's my first time putting out a written work and nobody told me it would be this fun :D I'm happy to take requests and will try to upload more often!

[pangur-and-grim]

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[gece-misin-nesin]

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[faaun]

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[nostalgia-tblr]

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[ef-1]

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[guinevereslancelot]

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[lionblaze03-2]

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Nevermore by sasakure...... Such a Luka song but like. Also. Ivan- but I see it as like. How similar they are

[justaz]

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[hexslvt]

anyways my mom tried to justify screaming at me today with the fact that i'm "not grateful enough for everything she does" and it brought me right back to being with my ex so 👍🏻