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it was always you.
for as long as you remember, youâve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because thatâs what happens when life naturally takes it courseâyou grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.
so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason heâs asking you isnât due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks heâs doing you a big favor.
or at least, thatâs what you think.
pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 13.2k
rating: 18+
content: fluff, semi-angst, childhood friends to lovers au, pining au | ft. naval aviator!jungkook + brotherâs best friend!jungkook; professor!reader + editor!reader | inspired by purple hearts
warning/s: swearing, potentially wrong medical & military information (iâm sorry but i tried to do as much research i can đ), mentions of having type 1 diabetes, making out, heavy petting, implied sexual content: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (this is only fiction!)
MINI PLAYLIST: â« die with a smile â lady gaga, bruno mars â« juno â sabrina carpenter â« selfish â *nsync â« nandito na ako â benj pangilinan, angela ken
opening note. omg this is my first full length fic in two damn years i think??? certainly took a long time before i had the motivation to write again but i hope y'all like this! to my og readers who still keep up with my shenanigans, this one's for you đ„čđ
âAny questions?â
A boy wearing half-rimmed glasses raises his hand and you gesture for him to speak. âCan we get an extension on the Save the Cat project due tomorrow?â
You sigh, just as several of your students begin agreeing with him and muttering reasons of their own why the extension should be approved. Itâs the week before finals, and youâre aware that the class must be packed with assignments and projects for several of their classes because of it, hence the rather last minute request. They look tired and pleading, a complete reflection of how you were when you were the one in their position nearly a decade ago, begging for an extension from a professor who you thought was kind enough to be swayed with the proposition.
You scan the crowd. âHow many of you are at least 70% with it, hm?â
More than half of the class raises their hands.
âOkay, thatâs honestly unexpected,â you say, pleased to know that they arenât slacking on your subject. âDoes Monday sound good? Thatâs three more days, to be fair. I donât want to extend it further because I have to read everyoneâs work and you guys know I donât like rushing it before turning in your final grade.â
A chorus of relief and thanks echoed in the room, all of your students either dramatically sinking in their chair or erupting in an animated conversation with their seatmate or making crying faces to portray how grateful they are.
âThank you so much, Ms. ____!â
âI love you, Ms. ____!â
âMs. ____, I will offer my first child to you,â one theatrically adds and you smile a bit, rolling your eyes at students like this one who is now opting to flatter you way too much for your act of kindness.
âAlright, alright. Just get it done and Iâm expecting quality work, okay? Class dismissed.â
The whole class begins to gather their things at the cue and you donât stay there a minute longer after your announcement, exiting the lecture hall to head to the faculty room where youâre certain half of the teaching staff have gone home already. Itâs already 8:47 p.m., and all you want to do is head home to get the rest you deserve after an eventful day.
There was a time that having a schedule from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. wasnât the norm for you. You used to value work life balance so muchâit was even a nonnegotiable you used to say in interviews, saying that if you didnât get enough rest within the week, then the job most likely wasnât for you. But things have been very different for the past months; you have definitely grown out of that mindset due to the fact that youâre simply in need of another source of income to pay for your monthly rent, utility bills, and now your medication. Youâre in a stage of your life wherein you consider working part time as a professor was a blessing rather than a big nuisance.
Making a right turn to where the hallway to the faculty room is, youâre too busy rearranging the papers inside the folder youâre holding to notice a man sitting on the bench placed just beside the entrance. He notices you the second you appear in his line of vision though; he straightens his posture and proceeds on standing up immediately upon seeing you closer, calling your name softly when you failed to look at his direction, too preoccupied with the thought of finally coming home that youâre oblivious that the man trying to catch your attention is Jeon Jungkook.
â____,â he calls again and this time you notice him, your eyes widening instantly.
âHoly shiââ You stop yourself from finishing that sentence. âJungkook?â
He grins. âHey, lamb chop.â
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â
âIs that how you greet an old friend?â
âOh, fuck off.â
He laughs, following suit to you whoâs already giggling just by his presence alone, outstretching his arms then. âYou gonna hug me or what?â
You beam and step forward to embrace him. He returns it without hesitation, muscular arms circling around you and squeezing tightly that it lifts you up from the ground for a quick second. The faint smell of fabric conditioner on his clothes enters your nostrils and you feel like a teenager again, warmth rushing to your face while your heart hammers loudly in your chest. Regardless of how old the both of you are, you think your hopeless crush on the guy will forever live on and constantly transform you into a middle school girl whenever opportunities like these to have him near arise. Youâre just happy youâve trained yourself to be better at hiding it now compared to when you were younger.
âArenât you supposed to be in base or wherever it is that youâre designated?â you ask, the first to let go from the hug.
âActually, I returned from deployment three days ago. Iâm on leave for two weeks.â
âWow. Two weeks, huh?â
âYep. Itâs the longest break Iâve gotten in a while.â
âThatâs good. Everybody needs a break from time to time.â
âSays the girl has a day job and a night job.â He points out with a smirk; your heart does a little leap at how handsome he looks doing that. âWhen the hell did you get into teaching, by the way? I never pegged you to be the kind who can tolerate it. You hate kids.â
âYouâll find yourself tolerating lots of things in this economy.â You snort. âAnd my students arenât kids. Theyâre in college.â
âYeah, which you graduated from six years ago. Still technically kids.â
âAre you seriously jabbing at my age when youâre two years older than I am?â
He rolls his eyes at that one, an indication that you won the argument. âAnyway,â he starts again and you grin, âI didnât come here to compare how old we areââ
âYou didnât?â
He sends you a look. Your grin gets even wider.
âIâm here because I was hoping to treat you to dinner.â
âDinner?â you repeat, not masking the surprise from your voice.
Letâs get the facts straight before we proceed to this conversation.
It isnât a lie when you say that you and Jungkook are great friends. You have been since you were 7 and your family just moved into the house next to theirs. He was a natural playmate, a companion when you couldnât tolerate the antics of your older brother, the boy who looked out for you aside from said older brother, and the person youâve shared significant history with throughout your youth that you can never seem to forget nor disregard.
Itâs just that you never deemed that you were great enough friends for him to go out of his way and visit you at your workplace, offering to treat you for dinner. Gestures like that were reserved for your older brother, Seowon, whoâs the same age as he is and who youâre sure is considered as his best friend. Compared to them, yours and Jungkookâs dynamic shifted slightly after graduating from college. What once was a really close friendship turned into a casual one, with mostly just teasing, light talks, and the occasional welfare checks at times you hear certain news from the other thatâs worth speaking directly about.
At the mention of that, realization dawns on you on why he must be here.
âJungkookâŠâ Youâre trying not to sound mad but you canât hide the exasperation from your voice. âThatâs not the real reason youâre here.â
âOf course, it is. Why else would I be here?â
âHe told you, didnât he?â you ask, not willing to drag this out. âYouâre just going to give me another lecture that I definitely donât need.â
Jungkook frowns, like heâs dismayed that you caught on pretty swiftly.
âIâm right, arenât I?â You pressed.
âHe meant well, ____.â
You scowl. To remark that Seowon is unnecessarily nosy and coddling would be an understatement. That man hasnât left you alone the second he was aware of your condition. Usually, whenever he gets into his âbig brother tendenciesâ, his girlfriend Winnie steps in and helps you lay him off your back. However, itâs different this time; no matter how much you reinstill your independence and insist that youâre fine, itâs like youâre talking to a wall.
âWhat exactly did you hear from him?â you query.
He seems hesitant in answering that. âThat you got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.â
You wince.
âLook,â he steps forward towards you, âI wasnât going to bring it up unless you did, okay? Iâm just here because Iâm genuinely worried about you and I want to know how youâre doing.â
âIâm fine.â You murmur. âYou donât need to worry.â
âWorry doesnât vanish magically just because someone says so.â
âWell, it shouldâbecause Iâm fine.â
âYou sure? I heard that youâre struggling to buy insulin among other things youâre having a hard time paying.â
âFuck. Seowon told you that too? Thatâs private.â
âMy parents know. He just filled me in because he wants you to have as much support as you can get.â
âI donât need that. Iâm an adult. Iâve lived by myself for years. I can fend for myself just fine.â
âIt doesnât look like it from what Iâve been hearing.â
âAll youâre hearing is a warped and exaggerated version of the story told by Seowon who wonât listen to a word I say.â You huff. âIâm fine and Iâve been doing everything I can, alright? Iâm taking care of myself. Iâm going to the doctor whenever I need to. Iâm making ends meet, buying treatment for this goddamn disease and regulating my sugar levels all the fucking time. Why do you think Iâve been working two jobs for the past year? Itâs because Iâm doing everything I can to stay alive.â
Jungkook doesnât reply, he only remains gazing at you.
âIf youâre here to offer me money or whatever because of what he said,â you add, already embarrassed that you canât even look at him anymore, âthen I donât want it.â
âThatâs not what Iâm here for,â he says.
âThen are you really just here to treat me to dinner?â you question sarcastically.
He laughs and you dare return your eyes at him, catching him peering at you with a fond expression. âYes. Itâs my way of doing a welfare check.â
âWelfare check.â You echo with squinted eyes. âWell, in that case, here I amâalive and healthy.â
âI can see that, and Iâm glad.â He smiles. âBut I need more than just seeing you. I need a conversation and an apology.â
âAn apology?â
âFor being the last person to know about your condition.â
âAnd weâre still talking about that apparently.â You mutter under your breath. âSorry. I didnât think that you wanted to know.â
âOf course, I would have wanted to know. Itâs you weâre talking about here.â
Something about how he said you causes your lips to twitch as you fight off a smile. This isnât a good time to dive into your romantic feelings for your childhood crush, but when heâs letting go of lines like that which are sure to have your heart soaring out of your chest, itâs hard to keep on a cool and unfazed facade. You just convince yourself that he sees you as a little sister and thatâs why heâs so worried; you should already be past your âdeluluâ phase at this age to be affected by such statements.
âI didnât want to add to your worries,â you reason. âYou already have your life to think about. Add to the fact that youâre a naval aviatorâso you literally have your own life first to think about.â
âI can make space for you.â
Is he flirting? Is this a normal thing to say between friends?
You blink. âOkay, uh, thatâs⊠thatâs completely up to you, I guess.â
âI just like knowing those things first hand. It makes me worry less.â
âGot it. Next time I learn Iâm dying, Iâll tell you.â
â____,â he says your name in warning, and you know heâs serious.
âSorry.â You heat up. âI couldnât resist.â
âDonât be a pain in the ass.â
âI promise thatâll be the last time I make a dark joke, Lieutenant.â
Jungkookâs nostrils flare. You prevent yourself from grinning like a fool again in success of getting on his nerves.
âAre you done here? Because Iâm hungry and would really like to get going now.â He changes the subject and gestures to the faculty.
âYeah. Iâll just get my things and then I can get out of here.â
âGreat. Youâre letting me take you to dinner, right?âÂ
âDo I have a choice?â
âNo.â
âFine.â You deadpan.
This time, heâs the one whoâs beaming at you. âIâll wait for you here and we can go.â
âOkay.â
****
When Jungkook discovered that you had type 1 diabetes through a phone call with Seowon, he spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, ignoring the snores of his squadmates and overthinking whatâs supposed to happen to you now that you had an autoimmune disease which he was told didnât have a cure. He was assured that you were okay despite it, that there was medication to treat it, and that you had access to them and have been very careful with your lifestyle due to the diagnosis ever since.
He still couldnât be put to ease though. As ridiculous as it may sound, he had this overwhelming realization that life truly was short, that you had to make certain decisions all the time because you need to adjust to what the universe is only willing to give you. It was funny coming from a person who risked his life for a living. He thinks that perhaps he never understood the philosophy of the quote âtime is goldâ until he had a loved one on the same trajectory, always one step closer to possible death.
And so that same night, he decided to file a leave for two weeks, effective immediately after his deployment.Â
He wasnât sure what his game plan was exactly in filing that two-week leave. Was he supposed to barge in your life and force you to let him take care of you? Was he supposed to demand why you ended up having diabetes? Was he supposed to act as a big brother like your actual big brother because he was that worried about you? But if Jungkook was going to be truthful, he already had an idea on what he wanted to do in the back of his headâhe just didnât want to execute it because it was absolutely insane.
Until he heard Seowon suggest it himself when they met up at a bar to share a drink together.
âShe would never say yes,â Jungkook said, beyond doubt that you wonât be persuaded that easily with a plan like that.
Seowon made a face. âI know. That girl is so hyper independentâsheâd rather die than accept help.â He scoffed. âShe needs it though. Itâll help with her medication and she wonât have to pay rent for that shit apartment sheâs living in. Plus, she'll actually get the chance to take care of her body if sheâs not juggling two jobs to have sufficient income.â
âYouâre right.â Jungkook shrugged.
âYouâll do it then?â
He took a sip of his beer. âYeah. Iâd do anything for ____, you know that.â
âEven as crazy as marrying her?â
âSure.â
Seowon stared at him, narrowing his eyes and morphing his expression into a teasing one. âAre you sure youâre not just considering this because itâs a perfect excuse to marry my sister? I know you like her.â
âI donât like her.âÂ
âYouâre in love with her.â
âI donâtââ Jungkook began to deny but Seowon was staring him down. âFuck you, man. Donât make me some kind of pervert whoâs trying to lock her into marriage because he likes her. Youâre the one who brought the idea up.â
Seowon laughed out loud. âI know, I just canât believe youâd agree. Itâll benefit ____, thatâs for sureâyou, on the other hand? Itâs career suicide.â
He shrugged. âIâm okay with the thought that sheâll be okay.â
âBecause you love her, man.â Seowon pushed. âWhy on earth would you consider this if you werenât? Itâs a fraudulent marriage. Youâll be thrown in the brig and be dishonorably discharged if you get caught.â
âWe donât even know if sheâll agree to this whole thing. You said it yourself, she would never say yes.â
âYeah, unless maybe youâre the one who tries to persuade her.â
âMe?â
âYes.â
âDo you want me to buy her a ring and kneel down before her or something?â
âThat can work.â
âWhat?â Jungkook laughed.
Seowon raised an eyebrow. âDonât tell me you donât know how sheâs been crushing on you since we were kids.â
He barked out a laugh again. That he knew; it was impossible not to when a lot of friends and cousins kept on teasing you before, especially at instances Jungkook was in the very same vicinity. âWeâre not kids anymore and I barely see her though.â
âStill, it ought to count to something. It raises the chances of her agreeing.â
âYouâre really cool with me marrying your sister, Won?â Jungkook asked.
Seowon placed down the beer bottle heâs consuming on the counter. âYeah. Youâre a good guy. Youâre not perfect, but I know you enough to know that you wonât do anything that will purposely hurt her. Besides, if this sham marriage ends up to be a real relationship and then for some reason, you fuck up and decide to break her heartâIâll easily know what to do, where to find you, and then Iâll do everything I can to fuck you up.â
Jungkook pressed his lips together to stifle a chuckle.
âNoted.â
****
Itâs always been a big wonder to you how no matter how long itâs been since you saw each other, it still feels like no time has passed between you and Jungkook. You think thatâs why you can never get over him; he always had this comforting and familiar aura that you appreciateâsomething that you sought for in every other person that you liked. Maybe it was impractical, maybe it was the reason you can never hold a relationship for more than two years, but unless you gain the courage to confront your feelings and tell Jungkook about it, then you constantly dispel any doubts you might have whether this was good for you or not.
You donât want to lose him. Admitting that you harbored romantic feelings for him would just make it awkward for everyone: your brother, your family, and then his family. You donât think you can ever trade his smile, the sound of his laughter, and all the good things about him for anything in the world.Â
âAre you dating anyone?â he asks.
You choke on your drink, having just poured yourself and Jungkook a glass of water after the server arrived with the pitcher. Youâre in a Japanese restaurant near the university, aware that the cuisine was a favorite for the both of you hence why itâs what you recommended when he asked where you wanted to dine. The place is packed with people from the workforce and students; youâre thankful that you donât see any of your students within the mix.
âWeâre getting straight to it, huh?â you say.
Jungkook smirks. âIâm just making sure Iâm not upsetting a boyfriend by meeting you tonight.â
âDonât worry, youâre not upsetting anyone.â
He nods in understanding. You donât want to add more meaning to his actions for the evening but he seems glad about the information.
âHow about you?â you ask back. âAre you dating anyone?â
The ends of his mouth lift a bit upwards. âNope.â
âWhy? You donât have the time for it?â
âPrecisely.â
âIt must be really hard dating when youâre in the Navy then.â
âKinda. Weâre away a lot and stationed in different places most of the time. It can get really dangerous for us too and people donât like the stress that comes with that.â
 You bob. âDoes it get lonely?â
âSometimes, but when youâre on duty, you donât get to think about those things.â He chuckles. âBesides, I donât know if this sounds fucked up or notâbut it can get exciting. Flying a plane can be fun, you know. Not to mention that it helps when youâre surrounded by good men in your squadron.â
âYouâve always been an adrenaline junkie.â
âAnd youâve always been a scaredy-cat.â
You scoff at the declaration. âNo, Iâm not.â
âRemember when Seowon and I forced you to ride that ship in the amusement park that sways left to right and as it goes on it falls from a higher standpoint?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
But you do, and Jungkook knows you do, itâs evident by how your expression is trying to feign innocence. That memory is your villain origin story; the whole pretext of why you refuse to ever visit the amusement park or ride an exhilarating ride again. Yet you canât help but recall that itâs one of the rare instances wherein you got to hold Jungkookâs hand when you two were younger, as his hand was the one you were clinging for dear life when it happened while the other was too busy slapping Seowon in irritation.
He snickers, appearing like heâs replaying the scene in his head. âWe should do that again with Seowon during my break.â
âHell no.â
âI thought you werenât a scaredy-cat?â He challenges.
âIâm not.â You give him a kittenish glare. âBut I am busy. I have to send the final manuscript of this book Iâm editing to the chief editor next week and itâs about to be finals week for my students as well.â
He fakes a shiver. âI donât know how you can do two jobs like that, ____. Truly.â
âYou work as a naval aviator so Iâd say weâre pretty even.â
The waiter arrives with your orders not long after, and you and Jungkook carry on with your conversation, jumping from topic to topic without difficulty. Youâre not certain when was the last time you saw each other like this to have so much to talk aboutâwas it last Christmas? Or was it more recent or longer than that? Nevertheless, it feels good and you find yourself blushing multiple times throughout the night, whether itâs because of how his words can have two meanings or how his eyes are staring at you so intensely whenever youâre the one whoâs talking.
You like the undivided attention, the back and forth thatâs occurring as you discourse, the subtle touches one of you does when something funny arises, how your knees are touching underneath the table. You wonder whatâs so different with this encounter that the energy feels so bizarre in a good way? As far as youâre concerned, youâre positive that youâre acting like you always have in his presenceâlively, smiley, sarcasticâand aside from the little touches of flirting here and there, Jungkookâs acting like he always has too.
When dinner was done, Jungkook offered to drive you home. You obliged, no longer in the mood to annoy him for you were tired to make the effort. Before stepping outside the restaurant however, you excused yourself to the restroom first, checking your blood sugar with the glucose meter you brought along wherever you went. Itâs a hassle but itâs necessary, largely because youâre still in the middle of saving up for the insulin pump that would help you regulate your sugar levels easier.
After administering yourself with the insulin injection you have, you spend a few more seconds inside the enclosed room. You should be past the point of feeling sorry for yourself, but itâs times like this wherein youâre with a loved one that the dejection hits and you wish that youâre in a better predicament than you are right now. Youâre close to being broke, youâre overworked, youâre somehow fatigued all the fucking timeâthose factors arenât soothing your worries at all. Itâs a miracle how you manage to keep an optimistic mind amidst everything.
âReady to go?â Jungkook smiles at you once youâre back at the table and you nod, clutching your bag tighter against your body and following him to his car.
He drives you to your place, turning the radio on, and letting it play while the both of you sit in silence. Youâre both tired and you almost even sleep during the ride. Itâs only when Jungkook gently shakes you awake that you realize that youâve arrived in front of your apartment building.
âIâll walk you up,â he insists as youâre unbuckling the seatbelt.Â
âThatâs no need, Kook.â
âOf course, it is,â he says. âIâll walk you up. Thatâs nonnegotiable.â
So, you allow him.
It takes five minutes tops to reach the door leading to your apartment. As you rummage through your bag to grab your keys, Jungkook patiently stands there, occasionally glancing around the hallway and even smiling when the old lady that resided in the same floor got out of her room to throw out the trash. He receives a smile in return which you notice and grin fondly at.
âWell, this is me.â You turn to him, done unlocking your door. âIâd invite you inside but you should probably get going. Itâs quite a long drive back home.â
âYeah.â He breathes out a chuckle. âHey, tonight was fun. It made me realize how I missed you.â
Your brain temporarily malfunctions; you force yourself to recover quickly. âMe too. I had fun tonight. Maybe we should do this again whenever youâre on a break.â
âAgreed.â
You flash him a smile. âYou can go now. Goodnight.â
Jungkook nods, however doesnât move a muscle. Heâs looking at you, like really looking at you, his eyes moving from one feature to another, as if heâs memorizing your face or having a hard time arranging the words he wants to say. You guess itâs the latter, familiar with a tongue-tied Jungkook that it takes you a few good seconds before youâre demanding why heâs impersonating a mannequin.
âThereâs something I want to say,â thatâs what he utters and you almost snort due to your assumption being right.
âOkayâŠâ The smile is still on your lips. âWhat is it?â
âPromise me you wonât get mad first.â
âWell, if youâre making me promise that then itâs probably worth being mad about.â
âItâs not as bad as you think.â
âThatâs not convincing at all.â
âItâs justâŠâ He begins and trails, biting his lower lip, âitâs⊠itâs why I went here. Why I went here to see and meet you, I mean.â
You unconsciously recoil at the revelation. Itâs certainly a rookie mistake to believe that there was no ulterior motive in Jungkook meeting you today. You just didnât reckon youâd actually be truly disappointed at thatâat the idea that he just didnât randomly decide to visit and be with you earlier until now.
You draw a long breath. âWell, I knew you werenât just feeling generous and wanted to treat me to dinner out of nowhere.â
Thereâs a pause and then he resumes. âJustâbefore I say it, you have to hear me out, okay? You have to let me explain before you berate me.â
âI canât promise that either.â
âYou have to.â
âWhy do I have to?â
âBecause what Iâm about to say is for your own sake. You know I always have your best interest at heart, donât you?â
You wrinkle your forehead in further confusion. âCan you just get on with it? The vagueness is making me more annoyed.â
âI just donât want you to misunderstand.â
âMisunderstand what?â
âWhat Iâand Seowonâgenuinely think is the best option.â
âOh, and Seowon is in on this too?â You bellow. âHave you and Seowon just been conspiring behind my back the whole time?â
âCalm down.â Jungkook puts his hands on your shoulders, a chuckle inevitably escaping him. âIâm sorry for dragging it out. You should know Iâm high key afraid of you, thatâs why.â
âYou should be.â You grumble.
Another chuckle, but heâs back to appearing anxious. You want to shout that this isnât healthy, that youâre close to giving him a real reason to be afraid of youâyet once he blurts the confession out, youâre speechless, gawking at him and staggering backwards in complete shock. Perhaps you would have bolted as far away from him as possible if not for his solid grasp.
âWhat?â You hiss.
He swallows hard.
âI want you to marry me, ____.â
You donât bolt away running. You shake off his hold on you though, and before he gets another word in, youâre hastily rushing inside your apartment and slamming the door to his face.
****
Jungkook was your first kiss.
It happened in a game of truth and dare. You were at a party of a mutual friend and when the bottle miserably pointed in Jungkookâs direction, the person who was tasked to think of his dare when it was his pick said that he dared him to do 7 minutes in heaven with you.Â
He profusely refused at first, especially since Seowon was in the same party, but everybody began booing and next thing you know, Jungkook was agreeing as long as it was fine with you. When you nodded to make your consent apparent, your friends were quick to shove you both in the closet, some of them pulling Seowon back who was complaining how it wasnât right to bully you into doing 7 minutes in heaven with Jungkook. They calmed him down once they bullied him into agreeing too.
âWe donât have to do anything,â Jungkook told you in the darkness, his breath fawning over your face. âYou donât have to feel pressured. Itâs just a stupid game.â
You blushed.
Secretly, you were hoping that heâd kiss you or touch you. Who didnât want to do anything with their crush at the age of 15? A lot can happen in 7 minutes. You were aware that sometimes people made out, went as far as third base, and although you didnât want to go that far with Jungkook, you wanted something to happen while you were stuck in this small closet with him. There werenât a lot of instances that put both of you in this kind of situation; you wished that you were brave enough to ask him to kiss you or do the first move yourself.
5 minutes in, Jungkook turned towards you.
âIs it true that Taehyung kissed you last week?â
You whipped your head so fast that you might have given yourself whiplash. âThatâsâthatâs not true. Where did you hear that?â
âDuring homeroom. Some girls were talking about it.â
Your cheeks burned. âOh.â
âSo, itâs not true?â
âNo.â You shook your head. âI havenât even had my first kiss yet.â You laughed weakly.
It was his turn to seem stunned. âYou havenât had your first kiss yet?â
You shook your head again, then realized he might not see you doing so. âNot yet.â
âWant me to change that?â he asked, grinning.
He said that with a boyish grin and teasing tone, but you sucked at social cues (plus, you really couldnât see shit that much) that you started nodding.
âOkay,â you told him.
âHuh?â
âYou can kiss me.â
âOh, oh, shitâI didnâtââ He was blabbering, about to take back what he offered. âI mean, I was just joking butââ
You widen your eyes. âYou were? Oh my God, Iâm sorry, I thought you wereââ
âNo, it was my fault. That was a little out of line for me. Iâm sorry.â He was laughing and you felt like burying yourself 6 feet under. âIt was a stupid thing to say. But if you want me to kiss you, itâs cool.â
âIt is?â Hope sparked within you.
âYeah. Itâll just be a peck anyway.â You can tell he was smiling through his voice. âJust donât tell Seowon because he might punch me in the face for kissing his sister.â
You cackled. âDeal.â
56 seconds before the 7 minutes were up, Jungkook leaned down to match your level and placed his lips on yours.Â
****
Youâre seething with rage, the embodiment of Godzilla, channeling the God of War, Ares, in your body; you harshly press Seowonâs number on your phone to call him and he answers after three rings.
âWhatâs up?â
âI will fucking murder you,â you snarl.
A beat. You hear shuffling. Then he answers, âyou already talked with Jungkook?â
The nonchalance and calmness in his voice drives you to be more frustrated than you already are. âYes, I have! What is wrong with you? Why would you plant that idea on his head?â You yell, not caring that your walls are thin and that your voice can probably be heard by the couple that lived next door. Youâre feeling a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and every negative emotion that exists at the moment. Youâre comparable to a bull who just saw the color red.
â____, it wonât be a big deal if you donât make it to be.â
âAre you hearing yourself right now?â
âDid you even let Jungkook explain?â
âI donât need him to spell everything out. I know why heâs asking me to marry him.â
âThen you know too that itâd be good for you.â
âMarrying him wonât be good for me.â
âWhy not?â
âIt just wonât!â
âYouâll get health insurance benefits that you donât get with your current jobs. You can pay less rent once you move in at Jungkookâs placeâthereâs a huge chance he wonât even let you pay him while you stay there too. Heâs away most of the time anyway, so staying there wouldnât be a problem. Plus, you can start studying for a masters degree like youâve always wanted.â
You groan. âNot like this. This is crazy.â
âThe both of you can divorce once youâve saved up a little. It really isnât that complicated.â
âItâs a sham marriage!â
âItâs a sham marriage with Jungkook.â
âThat doesnât make it better.â
âAre you sure? Your grade school diary might disagree.â
âOh my God, thatâs fucking low of you to bring that up. You just gave me another reason to hate you.â You stomp around the living room, acting like a teenager because of your brotherâs behavior. This isnât the first time he revealed that heâs read your diary before; that doesnât mean itâs less infuriating to be reminded that he has. âI swear, you better fucking sleeping with one eye open tonight. Iâm choking you to death.â
Seowon laughs out loud. âJust marry him. Heâs surprisingly amicable with the idea.â
âThatâs because youâre pressuring him! I bet you and Mom devised this entire thing together.â
âMom doesnât know. To be fair, sheâd probably have the same reaction as you. Itâs all me and Jungkook.â
âWow. You have two brains and yet none of you thought this was goddamn stupid?â
âItâs not stupid. Itâs genius if you come to think of it,â he says. âJungkook just wants to help you, dude. He wants to make sure youâll be okay and all that shit. Youâre the reason he filed for a two-week leave, did he tell you?â
Your heart does that jumping thing again. âNo.â
âWell, he did. Heâs on a break for two weeks because he wants to convince you to marry him and actually marry you within that time frame.â
âThis is nuts.â You sigh, finally flopping down the sofa and rubbing your face with your free hand. âThe both of you are nuts. How are you okay with this?â
âItâs Jungkook. I trust him. Donât you?â
âOf course, I do, I justââ you cut yourself off and frown, âI just feel like itâs unfair for him. Iâm marrying him because of military spouse benefits and what does he get?â
Thereâs a long pause, and you almost check your phone to see whether Seowon has already hung up on you or not.
âItâs better that Jungkook answers that question,â he tells you finally.
âWhy? You canât answer it on behalf of him?â
âSomething like that.â You can imagine him shrugging. âAll I know is that heâs genuinely concerned about your health and your financial status right now. So, just think about it, okay?â
âGod, fuck it, fine. Iâll think about it.â You grimace.
You hang up and glance at the door.
You donât think the conversation you just had with Seowon took that much time. The initial rush you had upon having your longtime crush propose to you is wearing off and youâre realizing that it was a dick move to literally slam the door right in Jungkookâs face earlier, leading you to stand up from your seat and look through the peephole to check if heâs still there.
He isnât, which you sigh in relief at.
As you lean against the door and regulate your breathing, you think how funny it is that Seowon is right about one thingâand that was grade school you would have been delighted at the thought of getting married to Jungkook. Heâs your dream guy; your parents loved him, his parents loved you, the both of you got along very well, and his personality and looks are everything that youâre looking for in a partner. It sucks that you live in a world where the only reason he wants to marry you is because heâs afraid youâll die because of self-neglect.Â
Your phone pings and you unlock the screen to look at the message that flashes on it.
Jungkook: hey, seowon just messaged me to say that you two already talked Jungkook: iâm sorry for jumping on you with a topic like that⊠Jungkook: iâm shit at confrontation lol Jungkook: also itâs the first time iâm proposing so give me some slack
You scoff at his audacity to joke about it this soon.
You: itâs okay You: iâm sorry too for what i did You: the answer is no btw
Jungkook: already??? Jungkook: letâs talk about it first
You: no need You: i donât want to marry you
Jungkook: oof thatâs harsh
You: sorry not sorry?
He doesnât respond and you think youâre safe. Maybe Jungkook does take no for an answer and youâre confused because youâre a little disappointed that heâs not falling on his knees, begging you to marry him like what your imagination is supplying you.
However, after you took a shower and went to check your phone again, you see that Jungkook messaged you a few minutes ago in response to your last message.
Jungkook: give me 10 days and iâll change your mind
You have the urge to go take a shower again because of how hot your body is feeling at the statement.
You: hate to break it to you but youâre not matthew mcconaughey
Jungkook: đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
****
Itâs not part of Jungkookâs branding to chase a woman. Typically, women chase him; they chase him in every city and country that he gets stationed in, flirting with him and hoping that theyâll get the chance to take him home for the night for a mindblowing one-night stand. They never succeed though, for despite their pretty faces and sultry gestures, Jungkook only smiles and declines every offer, saying that he had a girl waiting back home that he loved very much.
He used to think that he only used that as an excuse because heâs not the type to hook up with every attractive girl he meets. There are times when he succumbs, when he gives into the temptation of a little fun, especially after a life threatening or highly stressful missionâbut most of the time, he thinks he declines and use that pronouncement of his because his mind reverts him to the idea of you, to what would happen if he just gained the balls to ask you out.
Evidently, although asking you out and asking you to marry him are two completely different things, heâs a bit afraid that your answer will always be a hard no. Itâs what youâve been literally spelling out to him since the day he presented the idea, regardless of how heâs trying his best in swooning you or explaining how this is the perfect plan to help you gain an upper hand with your diagnosis.
âIâll file a restraining order against you, Iâm serious,â you say to him when he appears yet again outside the faculty room, waiting for you to gather your things and head home. Youâre wearing a white button up shirt and pinstripe wide leg trousers, an outfit combination that he ogles at before he goes down to business.
âYou wouldnât.â He glares at you. He gestures for you to let him take your backpack, and despite what you said, you let him. âAlso, what the fuck is in this thing? Youâll break your back if you keep using this.â He swings your backpack on one shoulder.
You laugh. âMy laptop, its charger, a couple of notebooks, books, pens, then the outputs of my students.â
âArenât they supposed to submit virtually? What happened to Google Classroom?â
âI still use it, but sometimes I like to have their work printed out so I can write the comments better. How do you know Google Classroom?â
âI have a squadronmate whose kid uses it for class.â
âAh.â You nod in understanding.
You two continue walking forward.
This has been your program for the past few days. Jungkook goes to the university you work at, heâll wait outside, youâll threaten him with something ridiculous, heâll take your bag, heâll offer to take you to dinner, youâll decline, and then heâll drive you home anyways. Before that routine ends, heâll lean on your door frame and give you his best puppy eyes, asking you to marry him for the sake of your welfare, and youâll scowl at him, insisting that you donât need his help to survive.
âDinner?â he asks, right on schedule.
You glance at him. âNo. I want to go home and sleep for 12 hours.â
âBusy day?â
âYep.â
âYou know, if you marry me, you wonât have to work two jobs and overexert yourself.â
He doesnât need to turn to you to know that youâre giving him a dirty look. âI wonât marry you, Jungkook.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause marriage doesnât work that way.â
âIt does. Billionaires do it all the time. The mafia does it too. Itâs always been some kind of transaction.â
âWell, if I marry you, what do you get?â
âThe assurance youâre taken care of.â
âThatâs cheesy.â
You share a laugh and he grins.
âItâs true,â he says. âIâll be fine as long as you are.â
He waits for you to quip back a reply, flickering his eyes to you when it takes longer than usual. Instead of the sneer heâs expecting, you appear to be flustered, an expression that is very recognizable for him whoâs known you since foreverâan expression that makes it too obvious for Jungkook that the crush you had on him that he thought has been long gone was still there. Heâs been seeing it a lot lately, particularly when heâs uttering lines that sound flirtatious on purpose; heâs positive that youâll threaten to kill him when you discover that he basks on the fact that he can still make you all flustered and cute, which encourages him to do and say anything that would elicit a reaction from you. Was it unethical to seduce you into marrying him? He might have to rethink that part too.
Reaching the parking lot, he unlocks the doors to his vehicle and places your bag inside the backseat. He watches you walk around the car, about to go to the passengerâs side, but then you wobble a bit and his attempt to get inside is instantly forgotten.
âHey,â he strides to where you are, gazing at you as you now hold onto the hood, âyou alright?â
You raise your chin up. âKook, can you get my bag?â
Jungkook doesnât need to be told twice. Heâs swinging the door again and getting your bag from the other end of the backseat while you get on the passengerâs seat, keeping the door wide and placing your legs outside, your feet planted on the concrete.
âWhat do you need?â he asks, crouching in front of you and zipping the bag open.
âGlucometer.â
He halts. âWhat does that look like?â
âItâs in the yellow bag. There.â You point at it right when he rummages through a certain part.
He brings it out and you take it from his grasp. Your movements are sluggish but he can discern that youâre doing your best not to be too slow; heâd present to help but he knows that he might prolong what youâre doing due to his cluelessness, so he just observes, noting how youâre pricking your finger with a device and then pressing it lightly to the glucometer which shows that your blood sugar is low.
âApple juice,â you mutter to him and he finds it faster than the last one.
You grab the juice pouch from his grasp, prying the straw attached on the back, pushing its end for it to pop out of its plastic coverâthen your hand shakes, preventing you from continuing and punching in the straw properly.
âLet me do it,â he says.
You donât fight him, you just slump against the seat as Jungkook picks up from where you left, and the moment he does the job and guides the straw to your awaiting lips, a long exhale through your nose escapes you.
âHow are you feeling?â he whispers. He didnât notice that he was holding his breath the entire duration of the scene.
Another sigh. âBetter.â
âDoes this happen a lot?â
You seem to hesitate. âNot a lot. Just when life gets a bit too hectic.â
â____ââ
âJust take me home.â You donât give him the chance to lecture you. âPlease, Jungkook.â
Defeated, he nods. âAlright.â
âThank you.â
He helps you position yourself properly on the passengerâs seat. âBut weâre talking about this at your place.â
Before you can protest, he closes the door.
****
Lee Hyunwoo was the name of the guy that you brought home for Christmas Eve eight years ago. It was the first time that you did, and Jungkook hated how Hyunwoo was considerably handsome, intelligent, and kindâthe exact kind of person he always imagined you deserved.
In the short time Hyunwoo spent with theirs and your family that night, everybody loved him and was already inviting him to the next gathering, all the while Jungkook avoided him at every cost, puzzled by this strong dislike he was feeling for your guest. He was annoyed at the manner in which Hyunwoo had an arm around your waist the entire evening, how you grinned up to him, eyes sparkling and all that shit. Hell, you used to look at him like that.
âHoney, can you get the mango float we have in our freezer?â Jungkook heard your mother tell you, and without thinking, he stood up from his chair and made a beeline to where you were, telling you heâd accompany you to your house.
âThatâs fine,â you told him. âItâs literally next door.â
âYeah, but it might be heavy.â
âItâs not.â
âBetter safe than sorry.â
You rolled your eyes and agreed then, excusing yourself from Hyunwoo who was in an engaged conversation with Seowon. The pair were geeking out because of their mutual love for the MCU and the next film slated to be released the following year.
Upon arriving at your home, you dashed to the kitchen with Jungkook trudging behind you. He wasnât sure what his next course of action should be now; all he wanted was some alone time with you, away from the presence of that college boyfriend of yours, but now that he had that, he couldnât think of anything that he wanted to say or do. He wasnât even sure why he was feeling a bit jealousâwas it because of that saying? Wherein people are bound to want what they canât have? Or was it that you only appreciate what you had when youâve already lost it?
âHow long have you and Hyunwoo been dating?â he asked, leaning against the counter as you pulled your freezer open.
âFour months, I think.â
âFour months? And you already brought him home?â
You snorted at his tone. âHis family is in another country so I thought itâd be nice to invite him.â
âYou must really like him then.â
âYeah, but Iâm not in love with him or anything.â You placed the mango float on the space beside Jungkook on the counter. âHeâs nice, and he likes me too.â
âDoes he treat you well?â
You flashed your eyes at him, amusement dancing in them. âWhatâs with that question?â
âWhatâs with it?â
âNothing, itâs just thatâŠâ you trailed, a smirk etched on your face. âWait a minute, are you⊠you canât possiblyââ Jungkook was widening his eyes, ready to deny your accusation once you questioned whether he was jealous of Hyunwoo or notâ âare you pulling an overprotective brother skit on me, Kook?â
Fuck, thank God, he thought.
âI prefer âoverprotective friend skitâ,â he said.
âThat doesnât have a nice ring to it.â
âBut Iâm not your brother.â
âYou donât have to be, Iâm just saying that you and Seowon have been acting similar since Hyunwoo and I arrived.â
âNonsense. Seowon likes him.â
âOh, so you donât?â
He pressed his lips into a tight line.
âDid you just admit that you donât like Hyunwoo?â you asked, chuckling. He was grateful that you didnât seem to be offended by it.
âI didnât say I didnât like him.â
âInstead you implied it.â
âNo, I didnât.â
âYou kinda did.â
He heard you laugh and he couldnât help but allow himself to laugh as well.
âIâm sorry,â he apologized. âMaybe Iâm just not used to you dating anyone. You are chronically single.â
âCanât say youâre wrong.â You snorted and picked up from the mango float, marching back to his house and gesturing for him to follow you.
He did, no words spoken between the both of you once more. Though when you were entering their place again, with Jungkook holding the door open for you, he mentioned something he never reckoned heâd have the guts to mention out loud.
âWhen you open my gift,â he began, âdonât do it in front of Hyunwoo, okay?â
âWhy not?â You werenât paying attention to where you were going, intrigued by his warning.
âHe might not like it. Youâll see.â
That night, at the comfort of your bedroom, Hyunwoo nowhere near but instead sleeping at the coach downstairs in your living room, you opened Jungkookâs gift and saw that it was a necklace with your birth flower as its pendant.
You smiled, rolling your eyes to yourself, and slept with that giddy look never leaving your face.
****
âNot so fast,â Jungkook grunts.
Did he think that you were going to be less difficult since he was helpful earlier? Yeah, he did. He likes to think that if it wasnât for him, you would have taken longer in feeding yourself with apple juice, so he at least wanted a thank you in the form of your willingness to have an adult conversation with him tonight. However, that clearly isnât the case because when he walked you up to your apartment like he always did, youâre attempting to lock him out, shutting the door as fast as you can once youâre inside, thus trying to prevent him from initiating that talk he wanted the two of you to have.
âSeriously?â He successfully pries the door open and you scowl at him.
âJungkookââ
âNo, you donât get to reason your way out of this. Iâm done hearing you out. Itâs your turn to listen to me.â He steps inside your apartment.
You groan, striding to the sofa and throwing your bag there. âYou canât force me to marry you.â
âIs marrying me so fucking bad that you canât get over it for health insurance benefits that can really help you?â He demands, infuriated.Â
âThatâs not the issue.â
âThen what is?â
âYou can get arrested!â you exclaim. âAnd so can I! Does that not freak you out?â
âWeâll only get arrested if we get caught.â
âIâm not willing to take the risk.â
âIâm not willing to see you die.â
You scoff out a laugh. âWho the fuck said anything about dying? Iâm not dying.â
âYou almost passed out on me. You almostââ
âItâs an error on my part, I admit.â You sigh. âWhen I get busy and preoccupied, sometimes I forget to check my sugar levels regularly throughout the day. Iâm sorry.â
âAnd you expect to be convinced that you have everything handled?â
âGod, Iâm not a child. Stop treating me like I canât do shit for myself.â
âPlease, ___,â he approaches you with the most pleading expression he can muster, and he watches as your hard expression crumbles, âjust accept my help. Itâs really not a big dealâyou wonât even see me often, so keeping up with the whole marriage ploy wouldnât be difficult. Weâll divorce in two years, we can pretend we never got married after that.â
âYou just donât get it, donât you?â
âWhat do I not get? If you think I donât understand something, then explain it to meââ
âI canât marry you,â you say. You do so like itâs final, like thereâs no point in arguing with you because he can never change your stand on this. As heâs pleading with his eyes to urge you to agree, youâre communicating with your eyes in a similar way thatâs wishing he would just drop this. âItâs wrong.â
His eyebrows furrow. âThis isnât the time to go on your high horse and decide whatâs wrong and whatâs not. Itâs a fraudulent marriageâof course, itâll be wrong to some degree.â
âNo, I meanâŠâ You turn away from him, rubbing your face in exhaustion. âItâd be wrong of me to marry you. Iâm taking advantage of you if I do, and I donât like that.â
Jungkook shakes his head, frustration worsening at the childlike excuse. Surely, you werenât that naive, were you? âYouâre not. Iâm not doing this against my own will. Besides, we get extra pay just for being married. If it makes you feel better, I wonât split it with you.â
âThat wonât make me feel better.â
âThen what will?â
You flop down on the coach and lean back, closing your eyes. He knows heâs being a pain in the ass but he canât just stand here and do nothing. He thinks heâs already come too far in convincing you, he isnât going to back out now. Every single day spent together, he can feel you warming up to the idea of marrying him for health insurance. Your connection and entirety of your relationship has been off the charts recently that itâll be harder for him not to be assured that before he leaves for his job, youâll be taken care off.
Jungkook goes to the spot beside you, sitting down. Your knees bump together, he keeps on gazing at you, waiting for you to focus on him; a minute passes and his gaze moves to your hand thatâs laying on the small space between you.
Without overthinking, he stretches out and clasps it, allowing his fingers to play with yours that finally captures your attention. The moment he glances up, he sees that youâre staring at him and he doesnât let go, he even smiles, a quiet promise that heâs always willing to listen to whatever you want to tell him.
You hesitantly smile back. âYou know,â your eyes train back to your intertwined fingers, Jungkook reveling in the warmth of your skin, gaining more confidence in acting out his feelings, âthere was a time wherein I would have said yes immediately if you asked me to marry you.â
He smirks, canât deny how hearing that inflates his ego a bit although this route in the conversation isnât where he expected to go. âWhat changed?â
âFor one, I grew up.â
âOuch.â
You laugh. Then you stay quiet for a while before speaking. âCan I confess something?â
That piques his interest. âAnything.â
âBut you have to promise not to make fun of me.â
âThatâs impossible.â He teases. âWhat is it?â
You stall, readjusting your position so that you can directly face him. Jungkook doesnât let go of your hand, he keeps it in his grasp, his thumb rubbing along the expanse of your knuckles.
âI like you, Jungkook. I really really do,â you finally say and he blinks, startled.
It shouldnât surprise him, considering that itâs been long established that he knew of your crush already, though he doesnât seem to have anticipated for you to boldly admit it when all these years, itâs only been some kind of unspoken understanding that neither of you downright acknowledged.
You continue speaking. âIn fact, I like you so much that maybe it developed into love at some pointâIâm not sure. Iâm at this stage of no longer being afraid of what I feel, I think? Most of the time, I just let it occur like itâs something so natural. Like itâs a feeling that I can never get away from? Like whatever I do, thereâs no way to shake you.â You chuckle half-heartedly. âThough never in a million years would I have thought that Iâd confess all of this. What for anyway? I donât want you to be burdened with what my teenage heart couldnât rub out.â
His mind is racing; hundred thoughts, hundred scenarios, hundred experiences heâs spent with you since the day you met. Jungkook never realized how much he needed you to say that you liked himâthat maybe you even loved himâuntil he heard it from your very mouth that you did, causing every inhibition and doubt he had to vanish. Now, he only wants to engulf you in an embrace and shout Yes, I feel the same way! Sorry for being a fucking corward and not doing this first!
He would have done all of that in a flash if it didnât appear that you still had something to say. Based on your rather constipated posture and the hand heâs holding thatâs becoming clammy, he discerns that youâre just in the first part of what you wanted to admit.
âActually, thatâs also why I canât let myself marry you,â you say. âI know it sounds ridiculous, but I donât know⊠it feels really icky somehow. I feel like Iâm holding you hostage, or that Iâm tricking you because of an ulterior motive, or that Iâm defying the laws of the universe by having the chance to marry you. Iâm not sure. I just know that I donât want to marry you if it means Iâll only get to do so because you think youâre doing me a huge favor. I donât want to be your charity case, KookâI deserve to be more than that, you know? Iâm not traditional or whatever but if itâs not for love, Iâm not keen on getting married.â You abruptly pull away from his clutch, embarrassment washing on your features by what you stated. âPlus, two years might not be that long but what happens when you meet someone and you like her? How can you explain that youâre only married to me because I need it for my medication? Itâll just be unnecessarily messy. I donât want to hold you back from those kinds of things. I donât want to be a hindrance.â
Thatâs his cue. Thatâs when he knows heâs supposed to kiss you and take your breath away, to admit that heâs certain that he has loved you since that one time when he was in the Naval Academy and although the training was hard as fuck, the thought of you gave him strength and he didnât want to see anyone as much as he wanted to see you afterâthat when you and Seowon visited him, that familiar urge to have you alone was all he felt the entire time, solidifying the idea that perhaps he didnât just see you as a friend.
âYouâre unbelievably dense, ___,â he murmurs, smirking at the play of events, and you glance at him, expression showing disbelief that heâs somehow treating this matter lightly.
âWhat?â
âDo you honestly think I go around and offer marriage to every woman out there who can benefit from being a military spouse? Do you think Iâm that generous? Iâm not. I wouldnât ask anyone to marry me for the same reason if they werenât important to meâor if I didnât like them. Iâm not that much of a saint,â he adds. âI mean, Iâm taking a two-week break to convince you to marry me. Iâm spending time with you every single day. Iâm driving for almost an hour and a half, enduring the traffic to get from my apartment to the university you work in to do thatâand you think this is because I want to be charitable?â
Silence. Your forehead wrinkles. He thinks youâre still not getting the point.
âIâm in love with you, ____,â Jungkook says.
Your breath hitches in your throat. Youâre opening your mouth, then closing it, then opening it again, then pressing it into a thin line. He thinks you look cute, being taken aback like this, and heâs wishing that heâs done this sooner so that the last five days of him chasing you around like a lost puppy was spent with talking more about whatâs possibly waiting for yours and his relationship next.
âAre you serious?â you ask after what seems like forever. âOr are you just saying that because youâre that desperate to have me on board with the whole fraudulent marriage thing?â
âGodââ Heâs inching closer to you now, laughing, watching your lips twitch at his reactionâ âIâm convinced that you were born into this earth to drive me fucking crazy.â
And just like that, he no longer restrains himself from kissing you.
It takes you a few good seconds before you will yourself to move. You canât seem to process the reality of Jungkook admitting that he was in love with you and then taking the liberty to plant his lips on yours. Youâre not complaining, of course, but you are a bit overwhelmed that it literally makes you freeze, unaware of what youâre supposed to do now that your fantasies are coming into life.
However, once you feel him angle his head to the side, doing so to deepen the kiss, your reflexes kick in and youâre kissing him back, encircling your arms around his neck and leaning towards him, Jungkook sighing in what appears to be relief. He grips your hips to support you as you try to straddle him, but your movements are so clumsy that you end up sprawling against his chest instead, perched on a leg of his that provides pleasure on the spot you need him the most. He chuckles at your lack of gracefulness, gliding his lips to your cheek and down to your jaw, nipping.
âThis okay?â he whispers with a palm drifting to your bottom.
You nod and Jungkookâs mouth is back on yours in an instant. He squeezes your ass, takes his time in fondling with it, cheekily slapping whenever you get brave yourself and push your tongue past his lips, before he skims his hand lower to your thigh and signals for you to mount him. Upon being properly sat on his lap, you get an immediate feel of his hard length through his jeans, prompting your imagination to run wild and induce the filthiest things he can do to you if neither of you stops.
âHoly shit,â he curses, your kisses roaming to the base of his throat where you lap and suck.
It becomes a dirty pattern for a while. The both of you will take a brief pause from making out to remove a piece of clothing or kiss every other exposed skin there is: the cheek, the jaw, the neck, the collarbones, the shoulders. Then one of you hauls the other back for another passionate kiss, hands skating everywhere on your bodies, sounds of arousal echoing inside the room; youâre starting to get lightheaded but youâre positive itâs not because of your sugar levels running low.
âI hate that it took us so long to get to this point,â he mutters.
You grin. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize. Iâm the manâI should have confessed long ago.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âI donât know. âWas afraid to lose you, I guess.â He draws his head back and admires your blissed out expression. âBut then when Seowon told me you had diabetes, I panicked and thought that I might lose you either way.â
You go back to making out, Jungkook guiding your hips in grinding on his clothed length. Itâs addictiveâthe intimate feel of him, how heâs not shy in making sure you know how much heâs craving to be as close to you as you are to him. You think you can spend the whole night just doing this and be okay with it.
âFuck, Kook,â you groan against his mouth, a hand descending to his stomach and to his manhood, âyouâre so⊠so fuckinâ hard.â
Youâre palming him now, tracing the erection evident under his boxers.
He lets out a grunt. âYeah, baby, I know.â
âDo you⊠do you want meââ Youâre breathless, not able to continue whatever it is that you want to say.
He understands you just fine though. âNo.â He shakes his head. âDonât do anything.â
Youâre not sure what Jungkook means by that. How are you supposed to do nothing when you want to do everything to him? You soon comprehend what he means when he guides you to lay down on the sofa, when his lips skim lower and lower, passing your breasts, giving them the attention they deserve, until he goes lower than that and discards your underwear, kissing you in between your legs.
Itâs like heâs releasing all the pent up emotions heâs been keeping all these years. His tongue and fingers are relentless, his voice is telling you that heâs eager to coax an orgasm out of you, and as he lifts himself up to return to his previous position, face hovering yours, youâre positive that heâll get everything he wants because without a doubt youâll give him everything he wants from you too. Hell, if he uses this opportunity to ask you to marry him again, you might answer yes straight away, no longer bearing in mind the worries you expressed to him earlier.
Although did that even matter anymore? Jungkook said he loved you. He said you drove him crazy. You never thought youâd come to see the day heâd utter those words but here you are. The man of your dreams is kissing you, pleasing you, and looking damn enthusiastic as he does all of that.
âLast chance to stop me,â Jungkook teases. His eyes are glassy and you can feel his cock nudging on your thigh.
You giggle, bringing his head closer to press another long kiss on those pink and plump lips of his. âPlease never stop.â
âNever?â
âNever.â
âIâm going to take you up on that.â
âPlease do.â
After this night, youâre certain that youâll never allow yourself to be with another man aside from Jungkook. At the back of your head, you always thought that you were his, regardless if that wasnât true or that there was no real relationship to prove thatâhowever, at this moment, as he thrusts in and out languidly, you unquestionably know that you are. You belong to him now and he belongs to you; he lets you know through his love-filled gaze, his passionate kisses, and the manner wherein he moans your name.
âI love you,â he says, like heâs still in deep longing for your touch and affection.
You hum, tangling your fingers through the strands of his hair. âI love you, Kook.â You stare at his eyes. âI canât remember a time I didnât.â
A boyish grin erupts on his features.
Time passes by quickly. In a few more of his kisses, of the intoxicating slam of his hips, of his seductive whimpers, youâre coming beneath him, Jungkook pulling out and jerking his length until he too comes, his seed landing on the base of your tummy. You have the nerve to giggle at that, grinning at him with low-lidded eyes, and Jungkook hastily wipes his cum off your skin, attacking you with another passionate kiss that leaves you breathless.
âThereâs no way youâre not marrying me after this,â he murmurs.
You teasingly graze your teeth on his bottom lip. âIâll think about it.â
He groans. âDonât think about it. Just say yes.â
âAt least let me sleep on it, Kook.â
âFuckâfine.â He grabs your sides and pulls you flush against his body. âGuess Iâll have to keep on convincing you until you agree.â
****
âGod, why is this so difficult?â Jungkook whines, keeping you in his embrace, head tucked between your cheek and shoulder.
The air is very humid and Jungkookâs in his naval aviator uniform, which doesnât look cool in a sense that air is properly flowing through the material. He doesnât care though, doesnât care that itâs sticking to his skin as he refuses to let you go, not even when you complain playfully.
âKook, Iâm fucking sweaty.â
âI donât care.â
You laugh.Â
Heâs leaving to return to his duty and youâre here with him outside the base before he enters, being with him until the last possible minute because thatâs how much of a good wife you are.
Yes, you and Jungkook did get married. Three days ago in fact, at the city hallâs courtroom. Neither of you invited your parents; they didnât know about the occasion and you refused to tell them, afraid that they may be critical about yours and his choices when they discover the true reason why youâre rushing to be wed. The only people that remained to be aware of it was Seowon and his girlfriend, Winnie, who served as the witnesses, which was fine by you. In your understanding, this was just for the papers and your health, and not the real deal yet to be celebrated lavishly.
âIâll propose to you again after a couple of years,â Jungkook promised after the ceremony. âLetâs renew our vows and Iâll give you an amazing wedding.â
You would have told him that there was no need, but who were you kidding? You did want a proper wedding with Jungkook. The previous week didnât even feel like you were newlyweds. Yes, the both of you compacted all of the dates you could have if one of you werenât such a chicken in five days, and yes, though the honeymoon stage was experienced and practicedâit was only because you were a new couple who after years of hiding their feelings for one another, was now finally free to express it as much as they desired.
âCall me everyday?â you ask when he finally pulls back, Jungkook pecking your lips one more time.
âDefinitely.â He smiles. âVisit me whenever possible?â
âOf course.â You kiss him too.
His smile transforms into a grin. âTake care of yourself, alright? Keep me updated all the time. No sugarcoating allowed.â
âYes, Lieutenant.â
Rolling his eyes, he gives you another kiss and engulfs you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground that causes you to giggle.
âOkay, pack it up, love birds!â Seowon shouts.
The two of you turn to your brother whoâs leaning on his car, the vehicle that was used to transport the three of you today. Youâre still in the middle of moving your belongings at Jungkookâs place and Seowon was kind enough to volunteer helping, always dubious that you could do stuff on your own. Despite your reluctance, you let him assist you, mostly because youâre trying to make a conscious effort in not upsetting him again.
Letâs just say that when the judge hailed you husband and wife at the civil wedding, Seowon wasnât thrilled to see that the kiss shared between you and Jungkook wasnât as fake as the supposed sham marriage, leading him to the conclusion that in the middle of Jungkookâs ruse of convincing you to be his wife, something must have happened that led to your approval and that rather 18+ rated kiss. Mostly though, heâs just offended that neither of you thought of telling him that you were an official couple before the wedding.
Jungkook unwillingly places you down.
âI think I need to go,â you say.
He nods with a sigh. âIâll miss you.â
âIâll miss you too.â
âCall you tomorrow?â
âYes.â You affectionately caress his cheek, bringing his face down for the very very very last kiss.Â
He leans into it. âFuck, I donât want to leave.â
âSeriouslyâhurry up!â Seowon shouts and you pull back.
âI will kill him,â you tell Jungkook.
âHeâs your brother,â he says. âAnd now, my brother-in-law, so I canât let you do that.â
âThat might be your very first red flag, Jungkook, insinuating that youâre choosing my brother over me.â You cross your arms. âTell me, if the both of us were drowning, would you save me or Seowon?â
âYou,â he answers without missing a beat.
You narrow your eyes. âIs that the truth?â
âOf course. Seowon would probably undrown himself anyway and youâre shit at swimming. Itâs an easy choice.â
You punch him hard on the shoulder and he feigns hurt, snickering. âFor the record, I donât think anyone can âundrownâ themselvesâbut fine, you pass the test.â
Jungkook faces Seowonâs direction and does a final salute, your brother returning it swiftly, and just like that, you and him share your last farewells. You watch as he goes through the entrance of the base and sends you a wave of goodbye; you weakly copy the gesture and stand there for a few seconds, just watching him fade from your view the further he trudges inside. You donât think saying goodbye to him ever felt this heavy, and you blame it on the fact that after all this is the first time youâre saying goodbye to him with the assurance that he loves you tooâand that alone weighs millions.
You spin on your heel and go to Seowon whoâs already in the driverâs seat. As soon as you get in and wear your seat belt, heâs giving you a dirty look.
âWhat?â you ask.
âPlease never do that in front of me again.â
His statement makes you smirk. âWhy? Didnât you want this?â
âWant what?â
âMe and Jungkook to be together.â
âWhen on earth did I say that?â
âYou previously admitted that you were lowkey playing cupid by suggesting that Jungkook marry me for health insurance.â
A short pause. âYeah, but that doesnât mean I have to watch you two reenact a porno every fucking time.â
âWeâre notââ
âYou are. Donât deny it.â He grumbles. âGod, every time I see you two, itâs like Iâm Ross from that one Friends episode where he accidentally sees Monica and Chandler doing it from the window of his apartment.â
âYeah, I remember that.â You laugh. âIn my defense, you havenât seen me and Jungkook actually do the deed soââ
âWait, so the two of you have?â
Your expression drops. His tone is approaching older brother protectiveness territory and youâre quick to attempt diffusing the situation. âI will not dive into that. All Iâm going to say is that Iâm a grown adult and so is Jungkook.â
He grimaces before starting the engine. âYeah, never dive into that. I donât need to hear the details.â
You share a laugh and then silence fills the car.
You press your lips together, looking at him while he backs out from the parking spot. âHey, thanks, by the way. For driving today, and for offering to help me later, and maybe for also never minding your own business.â
You recall how Seowon was the one who couldnât stop worrying about you and finding a solution when you told your family that you had type 1 diabetes. Your parents were concerned, they pestered you for months to force you to accept financial assistance from them, but they gave up soon after. Seowon though? He never did. He persisted through every outburst you had; he tolerated your bitchiness and your dirty looks all the time. Out of everyone in your life, you always felt like regardless of how stubborn and prideful you could be, Seowon was worseâin the best way possible.
A crooked smile illuminates his face. âYouâre my kid sister. Itâs my job to never let you experience peace in your whole life.â
You scoff. âWell, youâre damn great at what you do.â
When you reach Jungkookâs apartment, unloading the boxes and arranging your stuff to its designated places, your heart swells in happiness as the reality sinks in that your life is heading in the right direction after months of feeling hopeless. It drives you to be more thankful to the little things, to the people who were always by your side, to your previous circumstance that although wasnât ideal was still manageable. A lot donât get to have that kind of privilege and you promise yourself that youâll make an effort to find more things to be grateful about from this day forward.
âOh, I forgot to mention,â Seowon approaches in the middle of you arranging your books on Jungkookâs near to empty shelf, âWinnie wanted to give you this. She would have handed it over herself but sheâs going to be busy for the next few days.â
You take the frame from his hand and see that itâs the picture Winnie took of you and Jungkook after the ceremony. Itâs in the restaurant that you ate at to celebrate the civil wedding. Jungkook was grinning at you with an arm around on the backrest of your chair, you were leaning towards him, smiling at the cameraâand the absolute selling point of why this was the best picture ever taken was because of how cake icing was scattered on your faces, places on spots in an artistic manner like it was planted there on purpose for the picture and not because the both of you were being silly that instance.
You think it showcases your relationship with Jungkook marvelously. Itâs playful, itâs sweet, and most of all, it demonstrates how you two are clearly great friends.
âThis is so beautiful, Seowon,â you say.
You immediately send Winnie a heartfelt thank you message for the gift and continue to take a photo of the frame, sending it to Jungkook as well.
Once you hit send, you type out a message to accompany it.
You: look how cute we look đ„č
Youâre certain itâll take hours before he replies so you keep your phone again, going back to staring at the picture which is now placed on one of the shelves. Itâs the sole picture frame you have with Jungkook. In fact, itâs the only picture that Jungkook has in his apartment, and you like to think that this might be the mark of the new beginning youâll have with him. Even though your relationship wouldnât be traditionally explored given his occupation and how heâs most likely going to be away a lot, you donât mind.
If thereâs one thing you really believe in, itâs that waiting for Jungkookâwhether consciously or unconsciouslyâalways brings out the best outcomes.
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summary: in which jungkook canât sleep, and he canât stop kissing you either.
> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k
> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( theyâre in that afterglow <3 ocâs chest is his pillow :(
> in which masterlist!
note: hi hi. hereâs ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff đ° i just had to write abt this jk :P thereâs a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you đ„č reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. iâd love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3
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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriendâs polaroid camera.
âjungkook,â you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.
âshit, shit- sorry, baby-â he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. âforgot to turn off the flash.â
he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.
âcan i take more pictures?â
âdid you turn it off?â you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.
âi did.â
a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.
you sigh, melting back into relaxation. âokay.â
he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for itâ lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.
this is⊠the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.
he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldnât stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you werenât exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that youâre just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so heâd finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.
wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.
jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.
a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.
clearly, youâve grown too comfortable in this relationship.
âi love you.â he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- âi love you.â before heâs kissing you again.
âbabe-â you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.
âi love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.â he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.
pure staticâ there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like youâre floating- no, youâre falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and youâre falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.
at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. âpretty.â
his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.
â____ is so, so pretty.â
âhm, really?â you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. âthanks to you.â
âme?â his doe eyes widen in confusion.
âyou know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.â you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.
âahhh- ah!â
enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.
his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.
jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.
âoh yeah, baby? do you now?â thereâs a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. âi feel nice, too.â
ânice?â your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.
ânice.â
he feels a tug at his heartstrings.
âyou know what? fucking great⊠i could never have enough of you.â
it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before heâs pulling you closer to his body.
âi⊠i donât doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but⊠itâs still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.â
he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when heâs expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.
âreally, how do you do thisâŠ? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!â he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. âitâs possible for it to be this much? do you get what iâm saying? i just have thoughts like thatâ love is so fascinating.â
you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but itâs funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.
oh, this actually sounds familiar. heâs getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and heâs not drunk. were you that good tonight?
âi wonât give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?â you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.
you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isnât you.
âaish, stop talking! i donât like hearing you talk in that way.â
âthen what else am i supposed to do? youâre the one who woke me up.â you retort in annoyance.
but you honestly donât think thereâs any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.
âyouâre right, iâm sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.â
he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because heâs bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.
âyouâre seriously not done?â you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.
he stubbornly answers with a âno!â as his lips ghost over your cheek.
if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.
âbabe, youâre supposed to sleep. you have work later.â
âno, i donât want to sleep. i⊠i want to kiss you- baby.â he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.
you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.
âyou havenât even said âi love youâ back yet.â
âoh, i havenât?â you wince innocently. âsorry. i love you.â
but he should be the one apologizing to you, since itâs his fault that you still canât think straight, or walk for that matter.
you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and itâs jungkookâs turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.
âah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!â he eagerly voices out a special demand.
he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.
your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexyâ heâs still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could âproperly see his loveâs beautiful body.â
you roll your eyes inside your head.
what a fucking tease.
nonetheless, you acquiesce.
the flash goes off.
and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.
âbaby, let me see.â
âitâs mine!â you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.
he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.
âyes, iâm yours.â he coos in response.
and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security⊠because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.
jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.
âthis is mine!â
he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in filmâ you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasnât changed at all.
âjust how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?â you ask him lightheartedly.
he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. âi always need more for when i miss you.â
you copy his frown. âthen what about me when iâm missing you too?â
âhmmm⊠i want you to always remember me like this, baby.â he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid youâve taken of him tonight. âcan you see my abs tooâŠ? oh- itâs not showing yet.â
he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.
âiâll look later. i canât even keep my eyes open anymore. âm so tired.â you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. âletâs go to sleep, please?â
jungkook doesnât find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when youâre tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.
âheaven.â he moans, overcome by contentment.
he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.
âwhy are you always like this? can you even breathe?â you chuckle with your eyes closed.
âi love your boobs.â his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.
âi know.â
he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. âi really, really mean it.â
âyes, baby. i believe you.â
a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.
but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.
yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.
âjungkook, baby, stop. i canât go another round.â you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.
âAH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasnât even planning on it!â he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.
âstillâŠâ your voice cracks. âyou know iâll get turned on!â
his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.
âokay, okay! iâm sorry! iâll behave now!â
thank god.
he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.
â____?â he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that heâs lying motionless.
âhmm?â
âletâs eat dinner outside after work.â
ââŠmeat?â
âand beer!â he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.
âiâll come pick you up then.â you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. âbut go to sleep or else iâll kick you out of the bedroom again.â
his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.
cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.
he squeaks in defeat. âgoodnight, baby.â
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New Tricks
Pairing: Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 9.5k
Summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, youâre ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didnât count on, is your brotherâs best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead
What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you â one confession in particular.Â
Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin.
Warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky
Authorâs Note: betaâd by my baby @rookthorne
Okay, so where to start with this⊠the idea for this fic sprung from a certain someone đ and I just had to write it. Thank you to my girl for being a huge support through this, I love you đ
These two have my whole heart and who knows? Maybe more will come of them đ for all my playlist lovers, youâre welcome - new tricks playlist â€ïž
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I hope you enjoy this as much as Iâve loved creating it đ„č
Standing outside of your brotherâs apartment, your impatience starts to wane thin. For ten whole minutes, you have been waiting for Steve to open up. And knocking like a crazed woman is beginning to get old; so is waiting on the doorstep to his front door.Â
âOh, forââ You grumble, and you lift your arm up to bang against the door for the umpteenth time, when your hand misses it entirely, owing to the fact it swings open to admit you with such enthusiasm, it creaks and threatens to bounce back off of the wall. Â
Bucky â your brotherâs roommate, best friend, and your crush â sheepishly smiles and scratches the back of his neck.Â
The line of his shoulders slump when he lowers his arm, and you notice (and appreciate) just how broad and muscled he is. He must have just been working out, or you interrupted him â nonetheless, youâre thankful for the sight before you, and how it makes the crush you harboured for the brunette for years roar to life all over again.Â
Excellent, you inwardly sigh.
âButtercup,â Bucky says â the affectionate nickname born from his sappy personality always makes you swoon, and his hesitant smile morphs into a wide one. Youâre left fighting internally to keep your giddiness at the sight of him to a respectable level. âHey, you. Sorry I didnât hear you; I was listening to music.âÂ
Your gaze continues up to his hair, finding it tied back with an elastic at the nape of his neck. Oh, how you wished you could run your hands throughâ
âHey, you okay?â he asks, furrowing his brows.Â
Embarrassment floods you and you realise far too late that he probably has asked you a question, or several, while you were daydreaming. âSorry, Buck,â you squeak, praying that the heat crawling up your neck was not as obvious as it felt. âWhat was that?â
His soft, puppy-eyed expression brightens when you meet his gaze. âItâs fine, doll. Everything okay?âÂ
No matter how badly you want to stand and unashamedly stare at your brotherâs best friend and roommate, your true intention behind your visit comes to mind.Â
âCan I come in?â you ask, lifting the bag of snacks you brought up higher. Buckyâs eyes glance down at the bag, and then back up to your face. âStevie planned our movie night and he isnât answering his phone â I told him I was on my way and I asked him if he wanted anything else.âÂ
The confusion that creases Bucky's brows and downturns his lips in a small frown makes you narrow your eyes.Â
âSurely he didnât forget,â you accuse, still staring into Buckyâs face. âI make the trip down from campus every two weeks. Itâs been two weeks.â A sudden, encompassing guilt fills Buckyâs eyes, and he starts to worry his bottom lip with his teeth â a sight far too hard to ignore. âWhy are you looking at me like that?âÂ
âUmâ I justââ Bucky stutters, and you watch as his fingers twitch and fidget â a nervous tic. If he didnât look cute while stumbling over his words, you would feel sorry for being so blunt. âI just thought thatâ Uh, I thought it was cancelled. The movie night, I mean.âÂ
You step forward slightly, and Bucky opens the door wider. A wordless invitation.Â
Bucky rushes to clear a space on the entryway coat rack for you, when he suddenly says, âYou know, because of his date, anâ all.â His words falter at the look you shoot him. You stop taking off your coat, and you drop the bag of snacks to the floor, ignoring the crinkle and rustle of plastic.Â
âWhat do you mean date, Barnes?â The use of his last name causes a flush of deep red to pattern his cheeks, but you donât let up. Thereâs music playing from down the hall of the apartment â right where Steveâs bedroom is. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
Bucky skittishly fidgets and glances around the apartment, before meeting your heated gaze. âIâ Look, I didnât knowââÂ
You silently mouth a curse, beyond frustrated with your older brother, and with yourself for taking just a second to indulge and admire just how sweet Bucky is when he is unsure. âFine,â you huff, and you turn to walk straight towards the source and to investigate it yourself.
Buckyâs frantic footsteps behind you donât deter your haste. âWait, stop â Buttercup, wait!â
Forgoing a courtesy knock â having had enough of banging on his front door â you barge straight into the room with as little as a greeting call or warning.Â
âWhat the shitââÂ
The door to Steveâs bedroom slams against the wall, and you come face to face with the blond in the middle of a dance off with himself in the mirror. âSis! Hey,â he gasps, holding his hand over his heart in fright. âWhatâre you doingâ?âÂ
In lieu of an answer, you cross your arms and stare at him, unimpressed and exasperated with his antics. âDonât you hey sis me.â The fear in Steveâs eyes as you stomp towards him almost vindicates your indignation of being uninformed. âWhat do you mean youâre going on a date? Itâs movie night!âÂ
Steve has the decency to look ashamed. âFlower, I swear, Iâm sorry,â he rambles, and he takes your hand, directing you to sit down on his bed. âI wouldâve called to let you know but everything was so last minute.âÂ
The grip he has on your hand is firm, assuring you of his true intentions, even when he turns the Rogerâs charm up to an eleven to worm his way back onto your good side. âI swear sis, I wouldnât bail on you without a good reason.â
âOkay,â you say, staring into his face â still not wholeheartedly convinced of his graces. A line of questioning is in order, you decide. âSo, who is this good enough reason?â
âNatasha Romanoff.â The dreamy, love-struck sigh that leaves Steveâs lips after her name is uttered has you reluctantly trying to hide your giggle; the righteous anger and frustration slowly leaves your body in his admittance. Â
The fact that he has been obsessed with the collegeâs most popular redhead since forever, was a balm to the annoyance. You truly did feel happy for him underneath it all.Â
And, in the end, itâs how you decide to let him off the hook â though not without teasing him, first. âNo way, the Natasha Romanoff? How the hell have you managed that one?âÂ
Steve pushes your shoulder, and the force of his shove knocks you sideways onto the covers of his bed. âFine,â you grouse, sighing heavily and resigning yourself to a night on your own. âIâll let you off this time.â
âIâll make it up to you, Flower,â Steve promises. And you believe him. He has always kept his word; ever since the two of you were kids.Â
âGood,â you say, smiling softly. âI expect an apology at my door in the next few days, though.â
Laughing, Steve nods, and then he stands from his bed.Â
âIâll leave you to it then, I hope you have fun, bro.âÂ
It is an impossible task for you to hide your dejected hurt from Steve, though. Clever and perceptive as he is, he detects the subtle sombre undertones underlying your reassurances, narrowing in on them like a dog to a bone.Â
You get to your feet with a quiet sigh, and as you move, you miss the thoughtful expression on his face; the perk of his ears at the almost indistinguishable shuffling of feet just outside of his bedroom. âHow about you have a movie night with Bucky, instead?âÂ
You stop in your tracks, frozen in shock at the sudden and downright surprising suggestion. âStevie,â you admonish, âBucky does not want to waste a Friday night with meââ
âI donât mind!â Bucky shouts eagerly from the doorway, and you spin around to face him. The nervous fidget of his curls his fingers and hands around one another, over and over.Â
Had he been listening that whole time?Â
Guilt begins to flood you. Imposing on any plans Bucky may have made was a burden you did not want to bear, and you couldnât fathom who would want to spend the night with their best friendâs little sister. âThank you, Bucky, thatâs really sweet of you,â you placate, smiling at him. âBut I know youâve probably got better things to do on a Friday night than be with me.â
Bucky seems to swell in the doorway, his chest puffing up and he sets his jaw, a determined glint in his eyes. âActually, Buttercup,â he retorts, crossing his arms in a decisive move. âA movie night with you sounds perfect.âÂ
The confidence in his tone takes you by surprise, and you flounder for a second while you stare into his steel blue eyes. âReally?â
ââCourse,â he replies easily, shrugging his shoulders. âItâll be fun.â
His words, and charming smile, ultimately win you over. Â
With your attention wholly focused on Bucky as he begins to talk about what movies to watch, you miss the knowing, victorious smirk that curls Steveâs lips. Â
âOkay,â Steve calls from the doorway, looking back at the two of you, and you canât help but be frustrated by his stalling. âBe good and behave while Iâm gone. Oh, and, no staying up past your bedtimes â Bucky, her bedtime is ten oâclock sharp.â
The scowl on your face only serves to make him laugh, and you huff your exasperation before your hands grip his biceps; the only way to get him out the door is brute force. âGet out, Stevie,â you grunt, pushing with all your might, but it is to no avail. Steve is as immovable as a statue made of marble. âDonât you have to go see Natasha?â
âYeah,â Bucky agrees, and you hear the rustling sound of fabric. âDonât you?â
Instinct tells you to duck, and you do so, just in the nick of time to avoid the pillow Bucky launches across the room from his place next to the couch. The pillow hits Steve square in the face with a comical thump.Â
You burst into laughter at the stunned look of disbelief on Steveâs face, and you look over at Bucky, who is leaning against the sofa; a smug grin pulls his lips up and scrunches his nose. âGet the hell outta here already, punk.â
With Steve distracted by Buckyâs betrayal, you take the chance to shove him out of the front door and watch delightedly as he stumbles in the hallway. âHeyâ!â The door slams shut behind him, cutting him off.Â
Giggles shake your shoulders as you put your back to the door, leaning against it with all of your strength as Steve turns the handle â evidently not finished in the war of quips.Â
Buckyâs laughter from his place by the sofa makes your stomach flutter, and he walks closer, just as Steve stops attempting to break down the door.Â
With the end of Steveâs attempts to forcefully open the door, you turn and face the wood and peer out of the peephole. A blond mop of hair is just within view. âBye Stevie!â you call through the door, âHave fun, wear protection!â
Steveâs reply is muffled by the wood, and he flips you off before walking away. Â
Shaking your head, you turn back to face the living room, and you see Bucky fussing around the sofa and coffee table. The strong aroma of a sweet, spicy scent fills your senses and you inhale deeply, letting the tantalising smell fill your lungs, before you ask, âBucky, what are you doing?â
He sends you a furtive glance before looking back down at the snacks laid out on the coffee table, neatly placed next to two already filled glasses of drink. A bag of popcorn threatens to spill from his arms. âIâm, uhâ Iâm setting up? For the movieâ?â
You could not help but notice how fast the bravado and confidence he displayed in the presence of Steve vanishes when he was with you, and you alone. Â
âOh, sweetie,â you coo, walking closer. âI thought we could watch the movie in your room, instead of out here. Itâll be more comfortable, at least, and we can spread out. Is that okay?âÂ
The popcorn bag that threatened to spill from his arms bursts instead, scattering the popped kernels all over the floor, making him yelp. âAh! Uhâ Okay, we⊠We can if you want?â
You nod once. âAbsolutely. Iâd rather be in your bed any day, then out here,â you tease, amused by the way Buckyâs eyes bulge and his cheeks flush. Then you look down at the popcorn all over the floor, and add, âBut first, letâs clean this up.âÂ
Bucky starts to clean up the mess, and he tells you to grab the movies you agreed upon from the collection in the bookshelf.Â
The selection to choose from is packed, as it always is. âWhy donât I grab a couple?âÂ
âSure,â Bucky answers, sweeping the popcorn into a dustpan. âI mean, why not? May as well go all out.â
You grin and grab a couple of cases. âDo you need some helpââ
âNo, Iâve got it, Bubs,â Bucky interrupts. You look over your shoulder at him to see the blankets bundled high in his arms, and before you could protest and insist you help carry them, he shuffles off in the direction of his bedroom.Â
Then, you glance down at the coffee table to see that the snacks and drinks are missing. âDid you grab the snacks?â
âYeah!â Bucky calls back, muffled by the walls between the two of you.Â
A fond sigh falls from your lips and you follow after him, DVD cases in hand. Â
The tension in the air of his bedroom is charged with something you could not quite describe, and the butterflies in your stomach roar to life for it. You square your shoulders, and smile through it. âItâs no different, itâs no different,â you mutter under your breath; a mantra for confidence.Â
Though, it is short lived.Â
Bucky throws the blankets onto his bed with a grunt, and both the TV and DVD player switch on, ready to accept one of the disks you held in your hand.Â
A shuddery breath falls from your lips, and you make your way to the player to place the first disc in. It whirrs to life as you turn to look at Bucky, who is placing the snacks on a tray table, his tongue between his teeth as he works.Â
âOkay,â he hums, turning to face you, a shy smile on his face. âYou ready, Bubs?â Without waiting for an answer, he walks past you to the light switch, his index finger poised to flip it off.Â
You look down at your body, the warm outerwear you had thrown on to get to Steveâs apartment suddenly becomes scorching hot against your skin, and an idea comes to mind â flustering him has given you a rush of confidence beforeâŠÂ
âAlmost,â you say, a hidden smirk on your lips. The layers of warmth are soft in your hands while you take them off, and youâre left in a thin tank top and soft, cotton shorts. âNow I am.â
A faint choking noise comes from the doorway behind you when you place the warmer clothes on Buckyâs desk chair. Inwardly, a coy smirk lifts the corner of your lips; outwardly, you look over to him, concerned and ever curious.Â
His face, normally soft and kind whenever he looked at you, is taut with embarrassment; blotchy and red. His eyes are frantically looking anywhere, and everywhere around the room but at you.Â
âBuck?â you say, getting his attention. His eyes meet yours. âYou okay?â
The fidgeting is your first clue that he is struggling with something, and it is a battle to keep the teasing smile off your lips when his hands run constantly through his long hair and or come to a stop in the pockets of his grey sweats.Â
Patiently, you watch while he repeats the same actions several times, each pass of his hands only serving to make him even more flushed. âYeah. Yep,â Bucky coughs. âMhm. Just great, thanks.â He looks up to the ceiling and gulps loudly. âYouâre really wearing those? Uhâ Just those, I mean?âÂ
You thin your lips to try and hurriedly fight off a smile as you grab your warm, fluffy socks from your bag. âOf course, silly,â you tease, shaking your head once. âI always wear my comfy clothes on movie night.â
The room turns deathly silent when you bend at the hip to pull the socks up your feet.Â
Peering up from your task, you see Bucky staring at your legs, evidently thinking he hadnât been caught and his eyes begin to trail upwards, towards your chest. The slackjawed expression amuses you, though you feel the beginning sparks of your own shyness come to life.
âBuck?â A nervous laugh bubbles in your chest, and you play with the hem of your tank top at the heat in his gaze. âBucky?â you try again, âAre you ready?â
âUhâ Yeah, yes,â he rushes, quickly flicking the light off so his face is cast into shadow. You could have sworn he looked like a kid getting caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar â wide eyes and a deepening blush that spread down his neck. Â
Bucky had always been a little shy in your presence, this you knew. Whenever you come over to visit Steve, or you bump into Bucky on campus, you always notice a remarkable difference in his normal, unwavering charm that he had in familiar company.Â
This lack of swagger gives you the impression that you unfasten the young, boyish version of him; the one ruled by nerves, and hindered by a severe lack of confidence.Â
Sure, you enjoy spending time with him here and there when you hang out at your brotherâs apartment, but never before have you been this close to him, and alone.Â
âWhy donât weâ?â You gesture towards Buckyâs bed, and before he could either protest or agree, you jog to the edge and jump onto the plush mattress with a squeal of laughter. The blankets cover you easily as you roll yourself in them. âThis is perfect,â you sigh, happy and content.Â
âAnd where am I meant to sit?â Bucky laughs, appearing in your eye line with a bright, amused expression. âYou blanket hog.â
âFine,â you drawl, and you disentangle yourself from the cocoon of blankets.Â
âWhy, thank you, madame,â Bucky says, extending his hand in a mock salute, and he sits down in the now available spot, before sidling up the mattress, to rest his back on the headboard.
The broadness of his shoulders donât leave much room between the two of you, and you decide to snuggle up to his side in a bid to get comfortable. You feel him tense with the proximity, but he doesnât push you away or say anything.
âAre you ready now?â you ask, reaching for the remote. âFor the movie?â
âYeah, go ahead,â he rasps, nodding quickly.
Despite his initial nerves, Bucky settles comfortably in your presence â half of the movie goes by undisturbed with only the occasional shuffling to get comfortable after getting a snack, or a drink. Â
That all changes the moment Bucky becomes restless,his leg twitching against yours constantly, and he repositions himself every couple of minutes. From the corner of your eye, you see his mouth opening and closing; the courage building within him to speak up. You bite your tongue against the urge â let him speak first, you chided yourself.Â
âSo,â Bucky eventually says, his voice quiet. âHow are your classes going, Buttercup?âÂ
You take your eyes off the screen and face Bucky, but heâs already looking at you, his eyes bright from the glow of the TV.Â
âTheyâre going good,â you reply, just as quietly. âYeah, theyâre busy â hectic, even, but good.âÂ
The fabric of the comforter ruffles as you turn your body towards him â your shorts ride up with the movement, and your bare thighs brush against his sweats. Bucky tenses while you settle in and only relaxes when you stop shifting in place. âThis time of year is always busy, the coursework and exams,â you continue, shrugging your shoulders. âBut Iâm managing okay, thanks.âÂ
Bucky nods his head thoughtfully. âYeah, all those art projects youâve gotta finish, it must be tiring.âÂ
Shock slackens your features and you reel back â you could not recall telling him what you studied. âHow do you know what major Iâm taking?â
âIâ um,â Bucky stutters, suddenly overwhelmingly shy. âI hear you talking to Steve about it. Yâknow, whenâ When you come over, on movie nights, and other nights.âÂ
You can sense Bucky is not done explaining; he licks his lips and stares at his lap, where he fidgets, again. Quietly, as if embarrassed, he continues, âI see you lugging your big canvases across campus sometimes, too. From class, andâ And from the window, when Iâm actually studying.â
Warmth creeps up your neck again and you blink rapidly. You hadnât noticed that he took so much notice of you before now, and you couldnât help but feel endeared over it.Â
Desperate to shift the attention away from yourself, you blurt, âHowâs, uhâ Howâs training going for football season this year?â Â
Bucky freezes for a second, then trips over his words, âOh, itâs goodâ Yeah, itâs great. Coach says Iâm progressing well, so Iâm doing alright, I guess.â
âSo modest, Buck,â you tease. It was common knowledge on campus that Bucky is the star player of the college football team, while also being scouted to join the professional leagues. You place your hand on his arm and squeeze his bicep reassuringly, lending him a bit of your confidence. âDonât you sell yourself short, Iâve seen you play â youâre amazing!âÂ
He inhales sharply and grimaces, an expression that contorts his handsome face. âYou really think so?âÂ
âBucky,â you say slowly. The tense line of his body is obvious as you shuffle closer, but you are determined to prove your point; assure him of his talent and abilities, for all of a shy puppy that he is. Â
âListen to me, honey,â you continue, and Bucky refuses to meet your gaze, instead focusing on his hands. âEveryone can see it, all of us â all of the women in the crowds, all of the kids that watch you from the sidelines. Weâre all screaming for you.â
His skin is warm under your palm, but you donât remove your hand. Instead, you grip his arm and shake it a little. âYouâre amazing.â
Bucky stays silent â contemplative of your words, and you take the opportunity to think over the reason why Bucky chooses to stay in on a Friday night.Â
There is no questioning the fact that Bucky Barnes could pull anyone he wanted, whether it was to party, or to fuck, but to your recollection â and from what Steve had slipped in the past â no one has ever witnessed Bucky bringing anyone home, drunk or otherwise. No partner he could call his own, either, and he didnât brag about the obvious charm he held over the many women on or off campus.Â
Cautiously, you venture towards the subject of your curiosity. âSpeaking of, shouldnât you be going out on dates on a Friday night, like Stevie? Surely youâve got tons of girls lined up for you.â Â
Buckyâs silence turns deafening, unnatural. His body becomes stiff and he looks to be barely breathing.Â
âBuck?â You sit up and look into his face. Itâs pulled taut with what you could only guess as shame, but that made no sense, and with a mounting, swelling horror, you realise you may have pushed him too far; teased beyond the point of what is acceptable between friends. âHey, did I say something wrong? Iâm so sorryââ
âNo! Noâ I⊠fuck.â Bucky throws his head back against the headboard and covers his face. âOh, God,â he groans, muffled by his hands. âShit.â
âBuckyââ You hesitate, unsure of what to do or what to say. Youâve never seen Bucky behave like this, so anxious and uneasy. âIâ Iâll go, itâs alright, Iâm sorry,â you say quickly, and you start to shuffle off of the bed when you hear his muffled voice say something behind his hands. âWhat was that, I didnâtâ?â
A heavy sigh lifts his shoulders, and they slump back down as he exhales. âIhaventevenhadmyfirstkissyet.â
âSweetheart,â you say quietly, and you shift back towards him. The curtain of hair heâs so fond of covers and conceals his eyes from view, but you refrain from tucking it behind his ear. âI did not understand a word of what you just said.âÂ
Bucky clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably, looking up at you with a great effort. âIâ uh.â His hands land on his thighs with a finality not unlike the final siren at his football games, and he utters a reluctant, âI havenât even had my first kiss yet.âÂ
His bedroom is quiet enough you would hear a pin drop. The TV had long powered off, since the movie finished while you talked, and the tension was palpable; a living, breathing encumberment that could not be cut with a knife. The flickering light from the still burning candle on his bedside drawers makes shadows dance across Buckyâs face.Â
Okay, you think privately, so what?Â
Bucky hasnât kissed anyone before. It was justifiable â too busy with life, training and keeping up his GPA. You didnât have to make a big deal out of this. âThatâs okayââ Then the reality of the situation hits you, and your mind screeches to a halt.Â
If Bucky hasnât had his first kiss⊠âDoesâ Wait, does that meanâ?â
âYes.â Bucky squeezes his eyes tight and refuses to look at you â it is obviously a painful confession, yet he still forces himself to spit it out, putting voice to the doubt in your mind. âIâm a virgin.â
Now that catches you off guard.Â
Bucky⊠is a virgin?Â
Bucky, the star football player; built like a Greek god with the charisma to match.Â
Sweat beads on his forehead and he looks like he is about to bolt from the room in his fear, and you realise all of your thoughts had shown in your expression.Â
âOh,â you manage, blinking slowly. The hand that was gripping his arm had moved without you realising, and you hastily place it back on his bicep. âOh, Bucky.â
No other words come to mind.Â
When you came to visit Steve for movie night, a calm, easy tradition in your routine, you never expected to end up in this kind of situation; on the other side of a confession that has left you speechless with shock, all while a strange confliction brews deep within your guts.Â
You had been there once, and what you wouldnât have given to have the opportunity to experience it with someone you trusted wholeheartedly â like you did Bucky, your mind supplies not-so-helpfully.Â
The realisation hits you harder than you expect, and you gasp quietly, still gripping his arm to reassure him.Â
Bucky moves his hands to cover his face again, and his chest rises and falls with a sharp hitch. The nervous pants for air that part his lips bring you back down to earth and away from that revelation. You know heâs embarrassed; ducking his head to his chest and glancing up as though you had scolded him. The entirety of his toned body is rigid with fear, each muscle clenching and poised to run, to save what dignity he feels he has left after such a confession.Â
Itâs difficult not to stare at the veins that line and bulge from his forearms down to his deft hands, and you almost feel guilty for it; heâs in distress, fretting over the reveal of his lack of sexual prowess, but you cannot help the lingering gaze over his body. He just looks so pretty.Â
From the get go, ever since you had met the star football player, you have always fantasised about him. The silent crush on Bucky had developed into such a deep attraction you almost couldnât bear it any longer.Â
Having convinced yourself of the non-existent reciprocation kept your tongue at bay, in the past. And while Buckyâs virginity is a surprise, it did not hinder or lessen your feelings for him, quite the opposite; the heady weight of it settling over your mind like a blanket.Â
What was stopping you now? What would be the harm in testing the waters?
To hell with it, you decide. The springs of the mattress creak as you move to shuck the blanket off of your body, then your legs.Â
Bucky audibly gulps behind his hands when you move closer, and he positively freezes, like a deer in headlights, as you lift your leg up and over his thighs to straddle him. The soft brush of his sweatpants over your legs sends a shiver up your spine, and you sit down, settling your body comfortably on his thighs, just above his knees.Â
âWhatâ What are you doingâ?â Bucky whispers, and his words are muffled behind his palms. You grin, unseen by your quarry, and you shuffle up his thighs to his hips, your clothed cunt just below the seam at his crotch. Â
The sound of Bucky choking on his own spit is comical.Â
You pull his hands away from his face, the urge to kiss each palm overwhelming; feather-soft brushes of your lips against the soft skin sends the pulse in his throat racing. âButtercup, pleaseâ This is embarrassing enoughââ
âBucky,â you whisper, cutting him off. âLook at me.â
Blue eyes meet yours, and you pour all of the unspoken words between you both in your soft gaze, willing him to feel the yearning. âKiss me.âÂ
âButââ He hesitates, a fish out of water again. His mouth hangs slack from the shock of such a bold request, and you place your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him before he can carry on protesting.Â
You pout, placing a hint of pleading in your tone, âPlease?â
He looks at you as though youâve grown two heads. âIâ What, I mean,â he flounders, arms hovering at his sides, hesitant to touch you â terrified of taking it a step too far. âI donât knowââ
âAw, Buck,â you coo, smiling softly. Carefully, you shuffle further up his lap until your knees brush against the headboard of his bed. Gently, you place your palms on Buckyâs toned chest, just above his beating heart hammering away â not wanting to frighten him. âIâll show you, okay?â
âYeah.â The tremble in his voice makes your heart ache, but you smile encouragingly.
âHere we go,â you soothe. He smiles weakly back, eyes still wide with shock. âIâve got you.â
You slowly and steadily move closer to Buckyâs face. A shudder racks through his whole body when he feels your breath against his neck, and you peck his stubbled cheek before sitting back upright to face him.
âOkay,â Bucky shakily says, fisting the blankets in his hands. âOkay. That was okay.â
âSee? Itâs not so bad,â you tease, and you tilt your head to the side, sticking out your cheek. âYour turn.â From the corner of your eyes, you watch his eyes sweep across your face, still hesitant and nervous, but a slither of curiosity now shining through.Â
Broad, strong shoulders lift in tandem with his deep, grounding breath, and he steadily leans in before he second guesses himself. He resolutely does not touch your body, but he manages to find the confidence to gently press his lips against your skin, kissing your cheek.Â
This time, he sits back and looks up at you for direction and reassurance.Â
You consider it, ignoring the fluttering of your heart. His touch was sweet, but polite; a kiss on the cheek that you would give a friend after such a long time apart. And, in the end, you want Bucky to gain more confidence and actually enjoy kissing â he shouldnât have to be ashamed to want it. âGood, that was good,â you say, keeping your tone mellow so as to not spook him.
He is making good progress, and gentle encouragement is the way to ensure it continues, you reason with yourself. âNow, I want you to do the exact same thing, but start gradually moving towards my lips.â
âOhâ Okay, okay,â he breathes, and his eyes widen slightly before they dart down towards his lap.Â
That needs to be rectified immediately, before he shuts down, you hastily think, and you react swifty, your hands roaming from his chest and up to the sides of his neck, adding a little pressure to bring him back down to earth.Â
There was an innate need for him to know that he could trust you; that you would treat him with the respect he deserves.Â
Gently, you lift his head up, forcing him to look at you, and the downturn of his lips makes your heart ache. All you want to do is soothe the fear and rid the worry from his pretty eyes that pierce you, even through the strands of hair that have fallen in his face.Â
âYouâre okay, Buck,â you soothe, rubbing your thumbs over his warm, rosy cheeks. The movement and assurance seem to do the trick. âYouâre okay. Iâve got you.â
A minute passes, and you watch as the confliction flitters across his face; an inward battle to assemble his courage to bridge the gap between you both.
There is another minute of silence, when he slowly advances, leaving his palms flat on the covers of his bed as he kisses you on the cheek.Â
âThatâs it,â you praise, sitting still in his lap, but smiling softly in encouragement.
Bucky hesitantly returns the smile, and he doesnât move away, rather, he decides to stay close. âYou did good,â you say, still smiling, and he takes you by surprise when he moves forwards again to place another tiny kiss even closer to your lips. âOhââ
The soft brush of his lips makes you freeze, and he takes his time, building his confidence with each peck he makes.Â
Finally, he reaches the corner of your lips, and he stalls; confidence wavering and faltering with the daunting task. You go to part your lips to speak on instinct, to encourage him, when he suddenly moves even closer to your face, making you hastily shut your mouth and brace for what was to come; willing for your heart to slow down the tattoo it beats against your throat. Â
âOkay,â Bucky whispers more to himself, and he clears his throat before licking his lips. âOkay, okay. Justââ His lips connect with the curve of you own, the brief and fleeting connection enough to tell you that his lips are plump; ripe to swell and redden with a passionate make out session.Â
Hastily, Bucky withdraws, but not all the way back â he lingers and only allows the tiniest space between your faces.
âYou did it, sweetheart,â you coo, keeping your voice low. âIâm so proud of you.â
âThâ Thanks,â he stutters, and the rosy blush he sported turns a splotchy crimson. Interesting, you think. Â
You turn your head to look at him, and the proximity of his face makes both of your lips brush against each other. The intoxicating softness consumes you, and you cannot deny the reality that Bucky is there, he is right there. A torture that intensifies in the billowing silence, while a burning, reckless spike of adrenaline rushes through your veins.
âDo you want more?â you ask quietly, breaking the silence and shattering the tension.Â
A harsh breath falls from Buckyâs lips, and he presses forward to kiss you properly for the first time.Â
Whatever you had been expecting for a first kiss from the inexperienced, sweet, charming man beneath you, flew out the window. Your lips slot perfectly over his, a chaste kiss that held enough need and want to be something far more; it could not hold a candle to the sex you had with past flings. Â
The kiss, unexpected as it was, lasts only for a couple seconds longer before Bucky pulls back from it, panting lightly â puffs of air fanning over your slightly parted lips. He lingers, bumping his nose into yours to keep close.Â
But eventually, Bucky pulls all the way back to rest against the headboard.Â
The silence is not deafening â not like it was before, and you open your eyes, blinking slowly.Â
Bucky is already staring at you. His eyes are glazed over with hunger, and he's out of breath, the rise and fall of his chest faster than before.Â
You fare no better. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, but it still feels like itâs lodged in your throat. No words are spoken between the two of you; just an invisible string that keeps you entwined to one another.Â
Itâs difficult to find the words to say, especially after something so raw and vulnerable; so new and budding. You want him to feel safe, like he had done good, though; you want to tell him he has nothing to worry about, not with you.Â
And just as you open your mouth to speak, to praise him for how well he had done, Bucky slides his hands up your thighs, over your waist, and up to your neck, cupping the back of it in his large palm. âI wantââÂ
To your utter shock, he drags you closer, his lips greedily slotting over yours for a far deeper kiss. Â
Bucky canât get enough of you; already addicted and demanding more. You canât be mad for it, not when heâs a sensational kisser â heâs good, far too good. The basics have you dizzy with want, and you decide on a whim to challenge him, to push him a little further and test the boundaries.Â
You part your lips as Bucky pulls back, and before he could kiss you again, you tentatively tease your tongue against his lips. The sensation makes him sit rigid again beneath you, and he chases your tongue, the surprised moan he lets slip vibrates into your mouth.
The power of such a move has you smirking into the kiss.Â
You only plan to stoke the fire by pushing him into the deep end a little â the prospect of overwhelming him too risky, but when you feel the effortless slide of Buckyâs tongue entering your parted lips to dance with your own, it leaves you physically stunned and unable to move.Â
Bucky compliments you perfectly, as though he is a natural, and someone so timid should not be capable of that â itâs dangerous.Â
It escalates â tongues dance and lips clash, and Buckyâs breath is heavy on your lips, as yours is on his, when he pulls back for air. Thereâs a pull that you canât ignore, not any longer, and you bring your hands up from his neck to his hair, threading your fingers through it, making him moan quietly against your lips, âBuââ
Your nails scrape against his scalp while he speaks, and you squeak in shock as Buckyâs hips surge upwards, forcing his hard cock against your clothed cunt. âOh, fuckââ he gasps, and his body turns rigid with fear again while he pleads for forgiveness. âIâm so sorry, so sorry, Bubsâ Iââ
Quickly, you place your index finger over his lips. âHush, you. Itâs alright. I loved it,â you reassure, and suddenly, it turns into a game for you â you are desperate to see how Bucky plays along, how close to the edge you can get him. âLet it go, itâs okay.â
Buckyâs breath hitches as you grind down hard against him, and his hands rush down from your neck to grip your waist. The unabashed moan he lets slip is sinful; a delight to be the cause of, and a Cheshire Cat grin splits your lips. Youâll be damned if you donât get more from him, you decide.
âFuck,â he grits out, the grip of his hands on your waist turning painful. âFuck, yes.âÂ
You moan and allow him to move your body where he wants it â predictably, he perches you straight on his crotch and his hands wander, slipping beneath the tank top you wear to brush against your skin.Â
The resolve he had held onto so strongly is starting to slip, and you inwardly scream with joy at the dilation of his pupils, the heavy pants of his breath â a poor, virtuous man is melting into a puddle at your feet.Â
The position of your body gives you an impression of just how big Bucky is, and with his cock hard, you can feel the girth and the size of him against your cunt â a crime, you think, that it wasnât inside you.
Your motions of grinding down into him have the tip of his cock catching on your clit through your shorts, and the thin material has no pretence of protectiveness, and you greedily lap every single, last sensation up while shamelessly taking more. Â
âBucky,â you whine against his mouth, and in turn, he nips at your swollen bottom lip before sucking on it. âFuckâ Sâgood.â
âButtercup, baby,â Bucky slurs, and his fingertips dig into your skin, unknowingly marking you in his lust-fuelled haze. âFuckinâ feel good, please,â he whimpers, unable to keep kissing you with the way his moans and litany of quiet cries fall from his lips, longing for more; too far gone, he canât help himself anymore. âNeed more, please.â
Youâre all too pleased to listen to his cries for you; begging would taste so much sweeter, though. Next time. âOkay,â you soothe, pecking him on the nose. âIâll give you more, sweetheart.â
The bed creaks as you shuffle up Buckyâs lap, and you move your hands to grip the headboard. âDonât keep quiet on me,â you warn.Â
âWhaâ Fuck!â
You pant as you grind down on Buckyâs cock, the effort of making your hips work this hard and fast steals your breath, but the sounds â oh, the sounds falling from his pretty lips make it all worth it.Â
The added friction of your lace panties against your soaked clit only amplifies the pleasure for you, and itâs all you can do to keep going.
Bucky throws his head back and groans to the ceiling, but you follow him, leaning over and panting into each other's mouths and kissing messily, barely able to put anything behind them as you work the both of you closer to release.Â
You pull back to look at him, and the slope of his neck is too tempting to leave alone â the loose strands from his hair are sticking to the sweat gathering on his skin, and you watch a bead of it roll down a curve of corded muscle.Â
Of course, you werenât going to let it go â you want him to crack.
Bucky moans, his breath stuttering as your tongue chases the bead of sweat, and you latch onto his skin, sucking steadily at his pulse point. âBabyâ Baby, please, fuck,â he babbles, forcing his head back further to expose more of his neck.Â
You oblige, all too willingly and with a giddy enthusiasm; the bow of your lips trace over his Adamâs apple and down to his collarbone, where you bite down gently.Â
âShit, shit,â Bucky suddenly exclaims, his words slurring together. âNoâ No, please, I caâ Canât,â he begs, and you pull away from his neck, brows furrowing in concern. âPlease, I donât want toâ To, shitââ
Words seem to be out of his grasp, and you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts while you watch the thread of his restraint wearing thin, so close to snapping when heâs this overwhelmed with the pleasure you are giving him.Â
You canât have that, though.Â
Bucky was torturing himself, not allowing himself the pleasure of giving into his base desires - what he needs. âCanât what, sweetheart?â you ask. âYou canât cum?â
Bucky nods his head frantically, his eyes widening. You consider him, the sweat on his brow and upper lip, the way his eyes plead for something more; heâs so desperate to not cum, to let go.Â
Itâs plain as day that he is holding himself back, when you knew deep down that he is itching to relinquish control and give in.Â
You decide then to push, to throw caution to the wind and make him take it. âWhy not?â you whine, grinding back and forth, back and forth, over his painfully hard cock. âDoesnât my pussy feel good, baby?âÂ
Bucky whimpers and scrunches his face up, cock throbbing as he grows closer to finishing. You donât think he realises how he rambles to himself, âFuck, yes! It doesâfuck, it does baby.âÂ
âThink for me, sweetheart,â you say, leaning close to his face. âJust think for me, how good being inside my pussy would be.â The lure of being inside your cunt cracks the last of his resolve; control slipping through his fingers before he can grasp hold of it. Â
You smirk, watching how his brows furrow and his eyes squeeze shut. âJust think, Bucky,â you repeat, âHow wet and tight Iâd be for you. How I would scream for more; beg for more of your cock and what you give me.âÂ
The sound Bucky makes is close to a wounded animal, and his grip on your waist is sure to leave bruises. âOh, sweetheart,â you coo, mouthing softly up his neck until your lips brush over the shell of his ear, and you whisper, âDoesnât that sound good, baby?â
Something snaps within him.Â
The headboard of the bed thumps against the wall as Bucky tumbles over the cliff, his restraint long gone, and he wraps his arms tightly around you, curling them around your waist to hold you impossibly close. You feel something wet on your neck, and you realise belatedly that Bucky is crying silently, overwhelmed with the pleasure.Â
To reassure him, you thread your fingers through his hair again to scratch at his scalp. You feel his lips move up and down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses over the skin âAre you okay?â you ask softly, careful to not move in his hold. âBucky, baby?â
âMhm,â Bucky hums, and he buries his face further into your neck, nodding frantically. âPleasepleaseplease.â
A victorious smirk pulls the corner of your lips up. You know you have him â Buckyâs too far gone to come back down now, and he wonât be able to stop.Â
âGo on,â you purr. Bucky hungrily grinds up into your heat, seeking it out and forcing a gasp from your lips with the pressure. âThatâs it,â you push, and your last deadly blow has the dam breaking, once and for all: âCum for me then, pretty boy.â
âOh, oh, fuckâ Babyââ Bucky moaned, but you keep steady pressure over his cock, and his hips start to stutter in rhythm. âShit!âÂ
âThatâs it, thatâs it, sweetheart,â you coax, just as a damp patch stains the crotch of his sweats, and his legs tremble under your thighs. Thereâs a loud thump as his head hits the headboard of his bed.Â
âFuckââ Your own climax begins to mount, the tension of it unbearable, and just the band snaps, you cry out to the ceiling, âBucky!â
The room is full of pants for air, the synchronised rise and fall of your chests in tandem with the twitching muscles of your body; the rushed gasps for breath a symphony to your ears.
âHoly shit,â you murmur, and you finally look at Bucky â only to be taken aback with the awestruck expression on his handsome face. His lips are stretched wide in a dopey grin, and his eyes, while normally so bright and soft, are glazed over with post-orgasm bliss.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, baby,â he whispers. You feel the brush of his fingers over your waist and thighs, a soothing touch that in combination with his words sends another wave of heat up your neck. âSo fuckinâ beautiful.â
You smile nervously, suddenly speechless with the earnestness and fondness in his voice. Instead, you shuffle down his thighs to rest your arms on his shoulders more comfortably, and you play with the hair on the nape of his neck â the soft locks damp with sweat.Â
The two of you stare into one anotherâs eyes, then, you rest your forehead on his to whisper, âWell, handsome, not so bad for your first kiss.â
Bucky starts to laugh, then giggles take over as he faceplants into your chest, nuzzling himself against your tits in shyness.Â
After a while, Bucky starts to shift in place, and you start to rise up off of his lap, when his sudden stiffness alarms you. âBucky? Whatâs the matter?â
âIâ I donât, I didnât mean toââ He stutters, looking down at his crotch. You follow his gaze, utterly confused â there is nothing abnormal, only the wet patch of cum staining the material.Â
Your confusion only increases, and you look back to Buckyâs face. Itâs blotchy and red from embarrassment. âBucky?â
âIâ Oh, goddamnit,â he mutters, and he looks down at his lap again pointedly.
The realisation washes over you; a lightbulb suddenly going off in your head. He was embarrassed over coming in his pants. âBucky, sweetheart,â you say, moving to cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. âListen to me, okay?â
Blue eyes meet yours, his gaze pensive. You muster the warmest, kindest smile; no judgement apparent in your own eyes as you stare at him. âThere is no need to feel ashamed.â
âButââ Bucky tries.Â
âNo, listen to me,â you interrupt, and you lean in closer, bumping his nose with yours before reassuring him, âThere's no need to feel ashamed, sweetheart.â
His pure, innocent gaze doesnât fail to make you swoon even more over him. âIt doesnât?â
âOf course not, you know why?â Bucky shakes his head, eyes wide and intent to listen to anything you have to say. Your lips hover over his as you whisper, âBecause I love you making a mess for me, baby.â
The weekend passes by swiftly, a tangle of bedsheets and limbs; kisses and fleeting touches that turn into passionate embraces.Â
It was only when Steve came home on the Saturday night did he kick both you and Bucky out of the apartment with a yell of, âBye! Have fun, kids!â
You decided to take Bucky back to your dorm-room â an easy decision when you get to watch how his eyes trail over your body as you walk down the halls holding hands.Â
And on Sunday morning, bright and early, a series of knocks on your dorm-room door wakes you out of your slumber. âDamn,â you grumble, blinking slowly into the dimly lit room. The curtains are drawn, but a slither of gold peeks from behind the fabric; right over Buckyâs face and the mess of his hair.Â
You sigh and tiredly throw the covers off you, mentally preparing yourself to get out of bed, but before you can get up, two arms curl around your waist and tug you backwards into a muscled chest. The warmth of the embrace makes you sigh contentedly.
âNo,â Bucky groans before burying his face into your neck and smothering you with his body; trapping you with his arms and winding his legs around yours. âDunâ get up.âÂ
You giggle as he starts kissing your shoulders and nibbling at your neck â the stubble of his jaw tickling the soft skin while his lips soothed over it. âI have to,â you say quietly, and you grab his arm to pull it off, onlyâÂ
âNuh-uh. Where yâthink you're goinâ, Buttercup?â The deep rumble of his morning voice has you inner self trembling, memorising your antics of your weekend together. âCanât leave me.â And to solidify his claim, Bucky clings onto you like a koala.Â
âBucky, you big goof.â You slap his arm, but he just grunts his protest, clinging to your body tighter. âCome on,â you say, wriggling â itâs met with no success of him releasing you. âGet off of me so I can answer the door.â
But you should have known that he is far too stubborn to let up that easily â a stubborn puppy that refused to give up his treat. âNo. Tell âem to fuck off.â
âFine.â Your only hope is an attempt to bribe him, you decide, and you look at him to find heâs staring at you through a half-lidded eye, the other eye obscured by his pillow. âHow about you let me go, and I promise to give you unlimited cuddles for the rest of the day, no moving whatsoever?âÂ
That gets his attention, and he perks his head up to lean closer to yours. âI wanâ unlimited kisses, too,â he negotiates, pouting his lips and narrowing his eyes.Â
You cannot help but chuckle. âDeal, handsome.â
Bucky plonks backwards onto the bed, star fishing in his sulking â the treat now successfully taken away.Â
With your newfound freedom, you sit up and stretch, ignoring the grumbles and quiet whines of, âBeinâ left alone ainât right,â and, âTell whoever it is to fuck off, I mean it.â
The bedsheets rustle under you when you scoot to the edge, the warmth of Buckyâs body and the softness of the covers already sorely missed, especially when you stand up and slip into your fluffy, warm gown and slippers. The brush of Buckyâs shirt over your skin makes you smile, the fabric soft and worn but oh so perfectly Bucky.Â
âHurry back, Buttercup,â he calls after you as you walk slowly out of the room. âPleaseâdonâ leave me too long.â
âDrama queen,â you whisper, quiet enough he wouldnât hear. The knocking comes again and you curse the cause â if itâs your friend from class asking to borrow your notes again, you were going to slam the door straight back in their face. Aloud, you say, âIâm coming, Iâm coming. Donât bust the hinges.â
You prepare the speech to scold your friend as you walk to the door, and you grab the hand;e â the metal of it cold from the chill overnight. The door swings open with a loud creak, and you start saying, âWhat are youââ
The lack of a presence, or anyone at the door, stops you short â not even a shadow of someone running away down the hall. âFucking door dashers,â you groan, and you turn on your heel to go back inside when the toe of your slipper bumps into something on the ground. âWhatâ?â
A gift basket, filled to the brim with an assortment of chocolates and scattered gift cards to your favourite stores, is innocuously sitting there. In the middle of the basket, poking its head out next to a bouquet of your favourite flowers, is the head of a stuffie Golden Retriever, the fur irresistibly soft and the eyes bright â much like Buckyâs. Its mouth held a note scrawled in messy cursive.Â
âOkay,â you mumble, and you kneel down to look at it closer, worried that there had been a mix up or confusion of a dorm number. As you near the letter, you realise that the messy scrawl spells out Flower. âWait.âÂ
That meant only one person was responsible.Â
Your fingers tore open the letter and unfold it; the messy scrawl continues on the inside, too. Â
Flower, Iâm sorry for bailing on our movie night.Â
I know youâre pissed, but I hope this and the beefcake attached to your back makes up for my mistake.Â
Love ya squirt,Â
Your big bro.
âStevie,â you say, eyes darting over the lines of script. âYou sneaky bastard.â There is a post script just below his sign off, and you continue to read.
P.S. Date went well, tell you all about it on movie night next week? Iâm sure weâll have guests joining us xÂ
Shaking your head in amusement, you place the note back with the stuffie, and pick up the rest of your basket. âWhat am I going to do with you,â you mumble, stepping back into your dorm to place the basket on the entry table to admire it again.Â
âWhaâs happeninâ?â a voice rasps behind you, and sure enough, the aforementioned beefcake in the letter from Steve plasters himself to your back; arms around your waist and his face tucked into your neck again. âBack to bed, câmon.â
Bucky drags you backwards, chuckling deeply at your squeal of laughter that echoes down the hallway to your bedroom. âYou made me a promise,â he grunts, and he pulls you back into bed and underneath the covers, intent on making sure you fulfil your end of the bargain.Â
Part Two, Part Three
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hihihihi! đ„čđ i want to let you know that i adore your hotch fics! and i wanted to ask if youâd be okâbut no pressure!!!â to write one with bombshell!reader waking up from anesthesia and forgetting hotch and her are already together and starts flirting with him the way bombshell!reader absolutely would lol? thank you!
thanks for requesting lovely! fem, 1k
You donât remember waking up, but youâre sitting against a pillow with a yoghurt in your hand. You mustâve been on some sort of auto-pilot⊠Are you in a hospital gown?
You put your yoghurt down on the table thatâs been wheeled over your lap and stare at the white-blue chequered gown creased between your thighs. Your head feels heavy.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
You drag your gaze to the source of the voice.Â
Agent Hotchner sits in the chair next to your bed. He has one leg crossed over the other, but he notices your confusion and his nonchalance turns to concern. âYou need help?âÂ
âWith the yoghurt?â you ask.Â
âYeah, honey. I can help.âÂ
You roll that over in your mind. Stern Agent Hotchner just called you honey.Â
Youâve been trying to convince him for a while that youâre someone worth being sweet to. Trying to sway him, because there are parts of him you canât get out of your head when heâs not around. He has not yet been swayed. Honey is a hand held out youâre going to snatch.Â
Hotch stands. He goes to pick up your yoghurt.Â
âWhat, are you gonna spoon feed me?â you ask, a clumsy drawl to your voice.
âI was going to⊠but I donât like your tone.âÂ
Is he flirting back? You mustâve hit your head. âCoward,â you murmur. Speaking of hitting your head, thereâs a throbbing behind your eyes, and a dryness to your throat bordering on uncomfortable. The yoghurt was there for a reason, clearly, but you donât have the energy in you to eat seductively.Â
âMy head hurts,â you say quietly.Â
You close your eyes.Â
âI know.â A hand touches your face. You stay very still, though your heart doesnât. âYou donât feel too hot. Do you want a drink? I can get you anything.âÂ
âYour hand is so bigâŠâÂ
âNot so much bigger than your own,â he says.Â
âProve it.âÂ
He says your name like he knows you well, which sets your racing heart off all over again. But, used to hiding from him, you open your eyes to watch him and wipe all surprise from your face. You raise your hand, and he raises his, and you press your fingers together. Your fingertips donât reach his, his palm wider, warmer. You thread your fingers carefully into the gaps between his, your lips curling into a satisfied smile.Â
Less satisfied when he closes his hand around yours.Â
âYouâre teasing me,â you say.Â
âHoney, I have no idea what youâre talking about. Why donât you lay back properly?âÂ
âSuper, super forward.â You lay back under the pressure of his hand, stricken by the feeling that heâs done something like that before. You rest your head against your elevated pillows and have to give up âyou canât hide how surprised you are at his open touching, his face so close to yours you can see every warm fleck in his dark eyes.Â
âYou look startled,â he murmurs.Â
âI think youâve been bodysnatched.âÂ
âI have?âÂ
âYes.â You nod. âI canât keep up. And Iâm usually pretty great at that.âÂ
âAt what?âÂ
âFlirting.âÂ
âOh,â he says, taking your hand again, pulling it toward his mouth, âyou think Iâm flirting?âÂ
âIs there something wrong with me?âÂ
âNot beyond the usual. Youâre more lucid than they suspected youâd be, actually.â He kisses your knuckles.Â
âIâve hit my head.âÂ
âNo, honey, you were under anaesthesia. Everythingâs fine.âÂ
âYouâve hit your head.âÂ
He breathes out a laugh. âI donât remember any injuries, but Iâd love to know why you think so.âÂ
âYouâre kissing me.âÂ
He pauses, lowering your hand. âYes?â he says cautiously.Â
âWould you want to do it again?âÂ
Hotch puts your hand on your chest. He cups your cheek in one hand, takes your shoulder into the other, and leans down to see you eye to eye. âAre you feeling okay?â he asks. You can feel the love he has for you in each word.Â
Weirdly, you can feel it in yourself, too. Like, more than a crush. More than wanting him to spin you around or play with your thigh under a desk. You really love him.Â
âI think I forgot you,â you say softly.Â
âAmnesia is a very common symptom of anaesthesia, donât worry.â He pulls your face up to peck you, quick but not without a gentleness that has your hands thrumming with pins and needle. âI thought you were acting strange, but I put it down to discomfort. Sorry, I imagine itâs very disconcerting to feel you donât know me.âÂ
He just kissed you. âNo, I know you, I just⊠I think I love you, but you donât usually want me back.âÂ
He rubs your cheek with his thumb. âIâve always wanted you,â he says, his dulcet tenor another comfort entirely. âAnd I love you, whether you remember it or not. Should we try to finish your yoghurt?âÂ
âYou really love me?âÂ
He turns your face to press a kiss into your eyebrow. âYou donât remember?âÂ
âI doââ You begin before thinking about it, and realise that youâre telling the truth. You remember that he loves you. Agent Hotchner loves you. Heâs in your hospital room handling you like thin glass. Â
âWell, is there much else to remember?âÂ
You practically smirk at him. âI can think of some things.âÂ
âWow!â He leans down for another kiss. âYouâre awful,â he murmurs, his smile soft on your lips.Â
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I just think that he!!
just gonna paste my og tags here because i seem to rb this every few months anyways:
Wishing I was Cecil, the weiner-dog đđ¶
#his ARMS look at his ARMS!!! PEELED!!! ILLEGAL!!! STRONK !!! WORM !!! FUHRM !!! HE THUMB!!!#that little piece of boob??? naked ??? unchaperoned ??? left to its own unpainted devices???????#that TINY LITTLE VIEW of the V hips??? arrow pointing to the master token???#Cecil's little paw resting on his arm?? đ„č THE NECK GRAB????#ausgsjeveidbdod i am inconsolable i am unwell i miss Vessel where are you Vessel#pls stop being Mr Fucking Secret Agent and make an appearance. a sighting. an apparition.#a blurry photo of half a hand and a cloak. one pixelated earlobe. teeth. hell i even take an x-ray#why are you never real đ„ș make it real đ cus anything's better than the way i feel right now đ#my arms belong around you đ„ș fr living like i've got missing limbs for you âčïž you got me in a chokehold đ (đ„”)#i'm smiling through the agony for you đ„Č#âobtainâ this âconsumeâ that#how about you OBTAIN a bloody phone and CONSUME some mobile data uh#how about you REFLECT on this words nazgul boy. hm??#smh worship. how about you WORSHIP a little social media time six-eyes. ever though of that?#đźâđš i'm sorry baby. i didn't mean to lash out like that đ#it's been too long since i've gazed upon your visage and my body can only take so much time away from its heart đ„șđ«#how are the twins? bouncy and perky like always? is it nice my preciousss? is it juicy?? is it ssscrumptiousss??#:::| :;:] :::|#okay then đ„č yay đč yippee đč#see you soon my love. don't forget to drink your water and tea đ” you need to rest your beautiful pipes (and -)#tell sam i said hi and that he's missed (no don't worry baby you're my only one 4 evrz âșïž)#(also don't forget to iron your cloak. we've talked about this baby. you're running with the big guys now. gotta look professional)#(ask the girls for help if you have any troubles. okay bye love you have a nice day in school đ„čđ)#sleep token#cecil the dog
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Happy house || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: just a cute fic of the Cameron family being one big happy family and infatuated with you and Rafeâs daughter đ„°
Warnings: breastfeeding (?) apart from that this is all fluff
Word count: 1388
A/n: this was so cute to write đ„čđ„č loved writing the fact that the Cameron family is tight-knit and love one another
MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)
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âGot everything?â Rafe glanced back at you, his hands full with bags laden with mostly Mabelâs things. You hummed contentedly, one hand gently adjusting the bucket hat on Mabelâs head while her plushy little hands playfully reached for your face, her giggles filling the air.
âWeâre not late are we?â You called out as the two of you boarded the Cameronâs luxurious yacht. âHmm? Not really, they can wait,â Rafe grinned, glancing around as you shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. âTheyâre here! Theyâre here!â Wheezieâs voice echoed excitedly from above deck, followed by the unmistakable sound of footsteps rushing towards you.
You shared an amused glance with Rafe as he shook his head affectionately. âWheezie, slow down!â Sarahâs voice called out in a mixture of exasperation and amusement, just before Wheezie came bounding around the corner, closely followed by Sarah, Rose, and Ward.
âHey!â You greeted them warmly, arms open for hugs all around. Wheezie and Ward gravitated towards you and Mabel, their faces lighting up at the sight of the youngest Cameron family member.
Wheezie squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement as she gently pinched Mabelâs cheek. âHey, easy there,â Rafe interjected firmly, earning a glare from his younger sister, though you couldnât help but laugh.
âItâs okay, Rafe, sheâs being gentle,â you reassured him with an affectionate smile, his protective nature endearing as always. âWanna take her, dad?â you offered to Ward, who nodded eagerly. âMay I?â he asked softly, reaching out to cradle Mabel in his arms.
âOf course you can, sheâs your granddaughter,â you chuckled, leaning in closer as Mabel reached out to Ward, her little arms outstretched in anticipation. You moved closer to Rafeâs side, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice low with admiration as he whispered, âThey all look so happy.â
Jesus, Sarah. Stop shoving your phone in her face,â Rafe groaned, his tone edged with mild annoyance as he watched Sarah snap yet another 0.5 photo of Mabel. You couldnât help but stifle a laugh at the sight, knowing that it was always Sarahâs candid photos of Mabel that Rafe eventually looked back on with a chuckle.
âSend them to me,â you mouthed to Sarah, who winked in response, both of you giggling like schoolgirls. âWhat are you giggling about, hmm?â Rafe asked, looking down at you with a smile, his irritation quickly fading. âNothing, nothing,â you said, your smile widening. âJust excited to get to the island and have lunch together as a family again.â
Rafeâs smile softened, appreciating how much you valued these family moments. Before he could say more, Rose chimed in, glancing at her watch. âOkay, I think we should move this upstairs, donât you think?â she suggested. Everyone agreed, and the group began making their way up to the spacious upper deck. The Bahamas sun was bright overhead, casting a warm glow over the yacht.
âYou know, if you ever need a babysitter, Iâm right here,â Wheezie offered, linking her arm through yours as you ascended the stairs. She batted her eyelashes playfully, making you giggle at her antics. Rafe, close behind, scoffed. âYeah, as if Iâm letting you look after my kid by yourself.â
Wheezie rolled her eyes dramatically. âAnd why not?â Rafe gave her an incredulous look. âRemember the time you almost burnt down the house because you wanted to heat up chicken nuggets in the microwave?â Wheezie huffs, âThatâs not fair!â She protests, her cheeks flushing. âI didnât know you werenât supposed to put metal in the microwave!â
Your jaw dropped in mock horror as you imagined the scene. âExactly,â Rafe said, patting Wheezieâs head with a teasing smile. âYouâre not looking after Mabel by yourself. End of story.â He walked away, leaving Wheezie pouting with her arms folded. You squeezed her arm reassuringly. âMaybe you can help out when Iâm around,â you suggested, trying to lift her spirits. Wheezie perked up a bit, her eyes brightening at the idea. âDeal!â she said, grinning.
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âGuys! You have to tan with me, the UV rays are insane right now!â Sarah called out from one of the outdoor loungers, her phone in hand as she checked the weather app. âIâll be right there!â you shouted back, finishing up changing Mabelâs clothes. You handed her to Rose and Ward, who eagerly took over entertaining their granddaughter with coos and smiles.
Rafe trailed behind you, intrigued by the idea of getting some sun. He settled next to you on the lounger, stretching out and letting the warmth of the sun wash over him.âHow are your boobs not saggy?â Sarah suddenly blurted out as she watches you tie up your hair, her curiosity getting the better of her.
âSarah!â Rafe hissed, shooting her a disapproving look.âShit, sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask?â Sarahâs face flushed slightly, realizing the bluntness of her question. You couldnât help but laugh, finding the situation amusing. Sarah joined in, her laughter a bit more nervous.
âIâm just asking. All my friends said that your boobs begin to sag because your baby is always sucking on them,â she explained, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. âWhich one of your friends has a fucking baby at your age?â Rafe interjected, his expression one of pure disbelief.
âNone of them. They were just saying that,â Sarah shrugged nonchalantly. You giggled, reaching over to rub sunscreen on Rafeâs face where heâd missed a spot. âI think itâs different for everyone. I mean, I hope mine donât sag,â you said, glancing down at your chest and giving them a light, playful touch.
âYou have such nice tits, itâs really unfair, â Sarah sighed dramatically, leaning back and closing her eyes against the sun. Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly done with the conversation. âIâm putting my AirPods in,â he announced, inserting them with a huff as you and Sarah chuckled.
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âMabel, come here,â Rafe clapped his hands with a gentle yet encouraging tone. Mabel babbled happily, steadying herself before taking a few small, determined steps towards you and Rafe; you were nestled against his chest as you cheered her on.
âKeep coming, sweetie,â you cooed softly, your hands ready to catch her. Eventually, Mabel reached you and crashed into your waiting arms with a squeal. You kissed her chubby cheek affectionately, âGood job, baby girl!â You lifted her up in the air, as she squealed with joy.
Rafe took the moment to take a photo, capturing the pure happiness on both your faces. As Rafe looked through the many photos already taken, you couldnât help but notice how Mabel lingered close to your chest.
âAre you hungry, bels?â You asked gently, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Glancing at your phone, you noticed it was about time for Mabelâs next feeding.
With Rafe still focused on his phone, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked through the photos of you and Mabel, you adjusted your bikini top and began to nurse Mabel.
Noticing the quietness, Rafe briefly looks down, his eyes widening slightly. âJesus, kid,â he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching behind him to grab his shirt.
âWhat? Mabel was hungry,â you said innocently, as Mabel peers up to the both of you. Rafe didnât mind you breastfeeding in public, if his baby girl was hungry, she was hungry. But he always made sure to help you cover up with a blanket when you puly down your top, his protective instincts kicking in.
Rafeâs gaze darted around, making sure no one was watching. âYou shouldâve let me know beforehand so I couldâve helped you cover up,â he murmured, adjusting the shirt and to peek at Mabel.
You chuckled softly, appreciating his concern and love. Mabel watched the two of you with wide, curious eyes as she nursed contentedly. "Next time I will," you assured him, reaching over to pat his thigh affectionately.
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LITTLE SPOON
( Lando is always the big spoon, so you decided to reverse the roles. )
warning : fluff and fluff and fluff
note : lando who says he never tried to be the little spoon in the chicken shop date video gave me this absolutely cute idea đ„č
word count : 1.3k
It was a pretty busy and stressful day for Lando. Free practice on the Australian circuit was very intense. Despite the fact that these tests went rather well, the fact remains that the curly-haired driver had only been waiting for one thing since this morning: to rest with his girlfriend in his arms.
This day exhausted Lando to the point where he couldn't think of anything other than throwing himself on you and cuddling you until you fell asleep, in each other's arms. The only thing he needs now is to see your pretty face and snuggle up to you.
So, while you were lying on the large double bed that reigned in your hotel room, you absentmindedly watched the television hanging on the wall opposite. You stayed almost all day in the paddock, and more particularly in the garage to support your boyfriend. But the fatigue was much more present and Lando encouraged you to rest at the hotel.
You waited patiently for your lover, because you too knew that he desired your presence just as much as you desired his. And in a fairly short space of time, you see your favorite driver suddenly appear in front of you, leaning against the door frame.
He can't help but smile at the sight of you. He missed seeing your pretty face, and your magnificent smile that you currently wear on your lips. You're just adorable and Lando only wants to cover your face with thousands of kisses.
âHey babyâ He approaches the bed, to place a soft kiss on your forehead. âHow did the free practice sessions go?â You ask him curiously, but instead of receiving an answer he places another kiss on your cheek. "I don't want to talk about that. My beautiful girl is here just for me so I want to focus all my attention on her".
He smiles at you like a child, before changing into more comfortable clothes. He then comes back to you again, and without further delay he jumps into bed to take you in his arms. However, you intercept his gesture and step back, leaving him with his arms wide open, empty without the presence of your body.
He frowns, somewhat hurt by your gesture. You give him a comforting smile, before opening your arms too. âNow itâs your turn to be the little spoon.â You nod for him to come and snuggle against your body, but he continues to display a perplexed expression.
"No, I've always been the big spoon. I've never been the little spoon so why should I be now?" He tries to convince you to keep your usual roles, namely you in his arms while he comes to hold you tightly against his chest.
You widen your eyes, surprised. "What? You've never tried to be the little spoon before?" You ask quite surprised. He shakes his head no. "I've always played the role of the big spoon. I prefer it." It's your turn to frown now. "Well it's the perfect time to switch roles. I'm going to be the big spoon and you the little one, okay?"
Lando remains skeptical for a moment, preoccupied with the idea of being the little spoon. He loves having you safe and warm in his arms, being able to hold you a little tighter every minute against him, being able to admire your face as you relax in his embrace. If he becomes the little spoon, he won't be able to do that.
Finally, he shakes his head and leans back, crossing his arms. "No. If I was the little spoon I wouldn't be able to have you in my arms, and I don't like that." You have the impression of seeing him pout and this vision makes you smile stupidly. However, you roll your eyes, exhausted by his perhaps a little too dramatic reactions.
"Baby, if you don't try to be the little spoon you'll never know what it's like to be one. I assure you the feeling is so good, you should really try." You try to make your softest eyes at him to convince him to change his mind. âYou could at least do that for your girlfriend right?â You look at him begging.
He stares at you with narrowed eyes, still somewhat skeptical. But your puppy dog face and your desire to hold him are too much for him. He can't resist his girl's desires, because after all, you're the priority and he can never say no to the person he loves most in the world.
He sighs before letting go. âOkay, I can try being the little spoon.â You jump with joy and excitement as he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. You lay back down on the mattress and open your arms again, now forcing him to come into your embrace.
He smiles mischievously at you before finally collapsing into your arms, trying to snuggle as close to your body as he can. Your arms come around and hug him tightly against your body, while he nestles his head in the crook of your neck. His curls tickle the skin of your neck, while you let out some giggle.
After finally finding the most comfortable position, you feel your boyfriend relax in your arms, randomly placing a few kisses in the crook of your neck or on your shoulders. You play with his hair, wrapping a few curls around your finger or lightly pulling on it to make it bounce.
He lets out a small groan of pleasure, nestling a little closer against you, as you gently caress his back. You lower your head to admire him. He really seems like a helpless child, who just needs love and comfort. It's just adorable.
You giggle, which makes him raise his head to look into yours with his beautiful gaze. "What ?" He asks, completely lost. You hold back another laugh. "Nothing. You're just really adorable and cute, baby" He blushes violently at your words, as he nuzzles his head against your neck again to hide his pink cheeks. "C'mon, you don't need to hide. You know I like it when you blush"
He groans again before lifting his head to return his gaze to your face. You place a kiss on his cheek, while his eyes narrow, a sign that he is smiling. âSo, do you prefer to be the little spoon or the big spoon ?â You finally ask. He pauses, taking time to think.
"Hmm... The big one. I like feeling you safe and warm in my arms. And what's more, I can admire the beauty of my baby" You raised your eyebrows slightly. âSo you donât like being the little spoon?â "That's not what I said" He said in defense, before diving his head back against your neck.
You end up falling asleep in each other's arms, Lando comfortably ensconced in your embrace as he smiles at the touch of your hand stroking his back and the other coming to play with his hair.
However, what you won't know is that he secretly admits that he loves being the little spoon. To feel your arms around him, to smell your sweet perfume, to feel your gentle caresses and your hands in his hair, to simply feel loved and safe in your arms. He'll never admit it but he loves this feeling more than anything in the world.
So after this day, this change of role, you will find him becoming the little spoon much more often than you thought. He will no longer be able to stop himself from coming to snuggle up against you, from nestling his head in the crook of your neck and leaving hundreds of kisses there, because after all there is no doubt about it : he secretly prefers be the little spoon.
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no but imagine pre-relationship aaron with fem!reader who can fall asleep anywhere & in the most uncomfortable positions known to mankind đ aaron is both terrified and amazed bcs how do you keep doing that đ§ but then every time he sees you like that he slowly & carefully arranges you in a more comfortable position đ„čđ«¶đ» & the team gives him shit for it đ
(luvie can I be đȘ· anon đ„čđ«¶đ»)
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omg stop i love that cw; fem!reader, bau family banter, pining aaron <333
falling asleep in a federal prison, may seem like a hard thing to do. surrounded by the worst of the worst, distant yells from the inmates floating down the hall, the mere location itself. but apparently, not for you.
the facility was currently on lockdown, meaning no one was going in or out, and therefore you were stuck overnight. as a result, the warden offered one of the locker rooms to be strictly the bau's 'break room', so to speak.
after his last, rather unpleasant interview of the evening, aaron was hellbent on a fresh, but not very good, cup of coffee. as he pushed the door open and entered, his focus diverted straight to you.
you were laid across a steel bench - eyes closed, hands clasped over your stomach, absolutely gone to the world. however, if you moved an inch - or probably less - would you completely topple onto the hard floor.
"you're kidding." aaron deadpanned as he looked at you in pure astonishment, coffee long forgotten.
"she's been like that for thirty minutes now." jj commented from where she was leant against one of the sets of lockers, head bent down as she scrolled through her phone. "but are we surprised?"
"nah," derek snorted lightly. "but hey, better than the floor."
"tell me about it." a low grumble came from reid, somewhere.
aaron's face pulled into one of discomfort, his brows drawing into a line above his eyes. the surface you were asleep on, had to be cold, for starters, by nature of the material and the a/c was still kicking in high gear despite the cooler temperature outside. the flat metal had to be highly uncomfortable, no cushion underneath you at all, most likely digging into your shoulder blades. you'd inevitably be waking up to an angry back, which aaron knew from experience - from past events where you miraculously drifted off in questionable positions.
eager to lessen the outcome, aaron shrugged his suit jacket off his shoulders. he balled it up, situating it snug under his arm.
next, he crouched beside you, cradling your head in his hand as he lifted it gently. at the movement, you stirred, a small noise escaping you and aaron froze, waiting for you to settle back down before resuming his actions. part of him feared his current, drumming heart would somehow rouse you more.
but once you had, he slid his jacket underneath your head - a makeshift pillow. it wasn't much, but it would at least alleviate some of the pressure collecting in your neck, and you wouldn't be as sore when you awoke. the next thing he had to figure out, something to lay on the ground, on either side of you, to soften the fall in case you were to-
"that's real cute hotch." derek grinned, grabbing aaron from his thoughts. "when you make up my bed next, can you add one of those pillow chocolates? thanks."
"funny."
aaron stole a glance at you, a calmness brushing over him and the ends of his lips daring to tug upwards into a smile. he couldn't help himself - sure, he wished you weren't fast asleep on a bench that could cause potential harm if you budged, but it didn't hide the fact that you were, well, you.
his hopeful, hidden attempt didn't go unnoticed by one person though, who naturally had to open their big mouth.
"that's nothing compared to that case in montana," aaron shot dave a pointed look to quit it, but only got a wink in return. "hotch practically carried-"
"dave."
"aaron." dave quipped back, an eyebrow quirked high in amusement, but fell silent. although, his witty expression didn't falter, as if he were noting to aaron that it wouldn't be difficult at all to be persuaded to continue.
"whoa whoa there, rossi," morgan straightened his posture, a hand out. "go on."
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Post!prision!Reid seeing his daughter for the first time after he gets out đ„č he gets so emotional because he can finally hold his baby again!
OMG OMG OMG!!!! can you imagine how teary he'd be!! post!prison dad!spencer x mom!reader, I hope you enjoy <3
You wish you couldâve been with the team at the prison, see him come out there in person, but youâre still on bedrest with your baby girl. Georgia is only a couple weeks old, but sheâs so much Spencerâs twin- the same unruly curls, the same nose and the same want of you.Â
Youâd written all about her in your letters to Spencer, describing every feature heâs going to see today in so much detail you were sure he would see her clearly in his mind.Â
âHoney?â He doesnât shout lest he wake his daughter as he walks in, his fingers twitching with the need to see both of you.Â
âIâm on the sofa baby,â itâs almost as if he was never gone. You lean over the sofa to see him pass through the kitchen, his hands holding a small bag. âIâm sorry I canât stand to kiss you, Spence.âÂ
He tuts, leaning down over you, âNonsense, howâre you feeling?â His eyes flit over to the cot beside you, roving over your daughter before settling back on you.Â
âLike I missed you longer than youâve been gone.â Youâre waterlogged immediately and Spencer rounds the sofa to pull you into him.Â
âI missed you too,â his lips press into your temple, âGod I missed you both so much.â Tears wet your hairline but you canât seem to care, Spencerâs home and heâs able to see your baby girl together. What more could you want?
âI brought you some snacks, I figured you hadnât been able to get any of your cravings.â He says gently, opening a bag to show you all the chocolate malt balls, the yoghurt raisins and the nuts youâd just run out of. âI got something for Georgia too.âÂ
âSpence,â you gasp when you see the orange stuffed octopus that he pulls out, itâs just as big as Georgia is now. He wipes the tears that fall on your cheeks, kissing your nose before opening the tub of nuts for you. âSeventh smartest animal in the world.â you recall softly.Â
âCan I hold her?â He asks finally and you nod, watching him stand and hover over the bassinet.Â
âJust scoop her up Spence, sheâs going to be so happy youâre home.âÂ
Spencer doesnât say a word, practically holding his breath as he does as you say- scooping Georgia up in record time and holding her close to his chest. Thereâs a moment right after she wriggles a bit when she settles and Spencer feels an ungodly wave of emotion crash into him.
Of course, heâd read that men only feel like fathers the moment they hold their babies, and everyone had told him (everyone being Derek and JJ) that you canât control the way your heart kind of cracks open to make room for this new love, but he still hadnât expected it to be so immediate and visceral.Â
âHi Georgia,â he whispers, his tears rolling down the bridge of his nose as he strokes her cheek. âHi sweet girl.â Youâre enamoured already, looking at Spencer holding your daughter like sheâs made of fine China. âIâm sorry I wasnât there when you were born, baby. But I promise Iâm not missing anything else where youâre concerned.âÂ
Tears pool in your eyes as your daughter wakes up, no crying or wailing, just small coos and gurgles as she looks at Spencer.Â
âItâs your daddy, Georgia.â You murmur, sniffling and wiping your eyes as Spencer hiccups as she reaches for his face, her little fist bumping into his jaw.
Her almond eyes stare up at him, blinking all slow as she takes him in. Then she smiles, as if she's put a face to the man who spoke to her every night, telling her all the facts he'd read and learnt about babies, animals and whatever soothing topic he could find to tell her while she lived in your belly.
âYour mom lied to me, you look just like her.â You scoff, rolling your eyes as Spencer gives you a little glare. âThose eyes are all her, Peach. Maybe you wonât get your daddyâs brain either- itâs no fun being smart and getting beat up.â You throw a cashew at Spencer then, making him chuckle and come sit beside you.Â
âIâm so happy youâre home.â You whisper, stroking Georgiaâs cheek as you press yours into Spencerâs bicep.Â
âIâm happy to be back, angel.â his eyes remain transfixed to Georgia all day, holding her and touching her foot when he canât because you have to feed her. Spencer thinks to himself that heâd live through prison a thousand times over if every time he gets out, he can come back to this moment, to the peace and serenity in your home with you and your little girl and the life youâd made together colouring every wall of the house.
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Zayne
Pairing: Zayne x f!Reader
Summary: When his son says that you're the favorite parent, all of Zayne's rules go out the door.
Warnings: Fluff
*First time writing for him and it's a dad drabbleđ„č will definitely be doing an actual oneshot for him in the future
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âLiam, finish your food.â Zayne tells the three-year-old, pushing the plate towards the child. Liam pushes it away again, shaking his head in response. Heâs eaten a good portion of the food, leaving behind the most important part. âYou wonât grow big and strong if you donât finish your vegetables.â
âI donât want more.â The boy says, and Zayne sighs. How should he proceed? Zayneâs dealt with a lot in his life, though this has to be the hardest thing heâs dealt with so far. A human so small is causing him to gray earlier than usual.
âIf you donât finish, you wonât get dessert.â Zayne threatens, and it makes the childâs little eyebrows furrow. He crosses his tiny arms before claiming,
âThis is why I love mommy more.â
Zayne doesnât get hurt over trivial things. A child claiming that it has a favorite parent is something that is momentarily, and itâs often decided by which parent spoils them the most. So it shouldnât hurt when his son says that youâre the childâs favorite parent, right?
âThatâs fine. Youâre still not getting dessert.â Zayne tries to play it off as if the words donât sting. The child begins to eat his vegetables since he doesnât want to miss out on the sweet treat. Even if he isnât the favorite parent, heâs doing his job right.
Though things begin to change around the home, and youâre quick to notice. Zayne is more lenient, allowing Liam to get away with things that he wouldâve gotten scolded for before. Many rules that had been set by Zayne have gone out the door. The child is doing just fine without the rules, but you canât help but question your husband while youâre putting away the groceries,
âI thought you wouldnât buy this brand of cereal for him because itâs too unhealthy.â You point out, examining the box of cereal that you hold in your hand. He hums in response.
âHe pointed at it and said he wanted to try it so I got it for him.â He answers, and you furrow your brows. Itâs so unlike him. You donât know how you feel about this version of your husband, but you do miss him being overprotective over his son.
âWhatâs up with you?â You question, and he tries to act like this is completely normal behavior from him.
âWhat do you mean?â He responds, and you have to walk over to him. Heâs in the middle of putting away something, and you snatch it from his hands and put it on the counter before your hands cup his face.
âWho are you and what did you do to my husband?â You watch him avert his gaze, which is a dead giveaway that something is wrong with him. âWhy arenât you being overprotective of Liam?â
âHe said he loves you more.â He admits, and it makes you want to laugh, but you hold it back. It melts your heart to see just how much Zayne values his sonâs opinion, but he should know that he shouldnât take everything to heart. â Maybe Iâm doing too much, and I donât want him to hate me.â
âLiam, come here, honey!â You yell, and while you wait for the three year old to make his way to the kitchen, you inform Zayne of a crucial detail, âI scolded him earlier for something.â
âWhat?â Liam asks as he enters the kitchen. You let go of Zayne and look at your son.
âWho do you love more, mommy or daddy?â You question, and the child looks back and forth between you and Zayne. And just as you predicted, he points to Zayne.
âDaddy isnât mean.â Liam tells you, obviously still mad about what you did earlier. You roll your eyes while Zayne sheepishly smiles. And he really let his sonâs words affect him this much?
âWhy are you smiling?â You donât even have to look back at Zayne to know that he is. He lets out a chuckle, relieved to know that Liam doesnât actually have a favorite parent.
âSorry, my love.â Zayne kisses your temple before reaching for the cereal that he just bought, and throwing it in the trash. He wonât be needing that anymore. âI have to clean out the pantry as well.âÂ
You walk over to the pantry to see what he means, and your eyes widen at the amount of junk food that he bought to please his son. You canât help but laugh, noticing the lengths your husband will go to make sure that heâs the favorite parent.
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First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?
Thank you! Keep up the good work, I love your stories!!!
LET ME MARRY YOU
âł GOJO ăăšă + fem!reader
The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."
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Note : istg each time i edited this... the wordcount grew lol. i hope u enjoyyy đ„čđ tysm for enjoying my work it means everything
Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)
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The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.
What if something happens to you?
He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.
There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.
That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;
I want to marry you.
I'm going to marry you.
Please let me be your husband one day.
As if he's trying to manifest it.
Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.
It's October 11th.
Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.
He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.
He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.
He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.
He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.
But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.
He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.
Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.
Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.
The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.
"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.
He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.
His earthly goddess.
The purpose of his benevolent actions.
He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.
It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.
Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."
He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.
It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.
"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"
"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.
It's a stark bright day.
Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.
You open it.
He looks at you, and you look at him.
"Hi."
"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"
Your voice fills his heart with life.
"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."
"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."
Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.
There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.
"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.
"I'll always find my way home."
A silence ensues after he says this.
"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."
"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."
"... me too."
"... why did you leave?"
He stares at you.
"... I was scared of you being in danger."
He gulps.
"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."
Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...
"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."
"... yeah, duh."
He smiles meekly.
It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.
He hesitates. He contemplates.
"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"
"Of course. What is it?"
He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.
Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.
But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.
Let him just...
"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."
"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"
"Can I?"
"... what?"
"Can I please?"
"... huh??"
"Can I marry you, please?"
He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you â with very specific wording.
Can he? Will you let him?
It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.
"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.
He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."
"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."
You make him laugh. "Yeah..."
"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"
"No."
"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."
You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.
"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."
"You're damn right..."
"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."
"Satoru."
"Yes?"
His heart throbs. He looks at you.
"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."
"Oh."
You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.
So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.
"I'm sorry."
Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.
"My angel..."
When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.
He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.
Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.
Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.
"...Satoru?"
"Marry me."
You chuckle again.
"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.
He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.
"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."
On the verge of saying your name.
He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.
"Will you think about it?"
"I will."
There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.
"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."
"That took you, like, ten seconds."
You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"
He's silent.
"I have no idea."
"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.
His heart flutters at 'future husband'.
"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."
The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.
In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.
© arminsumi
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SlashtoberđȘ||Split!Seonghwa
Pairing:Seonghwa x Reader
Word Count: 5.8k
Warnings: THIS DOES NOT ACCURATELY REPRESENT DIDs, IT IS JUST A FIC, DARK THEME, Pussy Slapping, Squirting, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Mommy!Hwa, Sub!Reader, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Breast Play, Lactation Kink, Hwa Got Multiple Personalities (other personas are the members), Mentions Of Killing, Spit, Choking, Humiliation, Jongho Watches, Itâs A LOT going on in this ficđ«ŁâŠSo If I Missed AnythingâŠLemme Knowđđ
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âHe will only listen to you.â Jongho said, letting out a loud sigh on the phone. Placing his pen down, he flickers through Seonghwas medical chart. The vein in his forehead protruding was throbbing uncontrollably. The amount of tests that had been done on Seonghwa were some of the best. Letting out a frustrated sigh you let your head thump against your work desk.
âWhat do you want me to do about that?â You grit into the phone clutching it tightly.
âTalk with your lawyer, come talk to him, I donât know what to do Iâm running out of options Y/N.â
âYou are the doctor Jongho, what do you mean you are running options?!â You whisper yell into the phone.
âTalk to your lawyer.â He says before cutting the line, clearly annoyed you lock your phone, squeezing it in your hand. Clearly annoyed you quietly slam your phone down onto your desk. Trying your best not to alert anyone. You give your phone one last harsh squeeze before standing up and making your way towards the bathroom to make a call to the defense lawyer.
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âThank you for coming.â Jongho says while letting out a sigh. Tightening his lips up, he lets security wand your body, after stepping out from the metal detectors.
âReally?â You say, clearly annoyed. You spread your legs and arms into a starfish so that security can do their job thoroughly. Your eyes cut to Jongho, staring at him harshly you are practically seething with anger. Feeling the intense atmosphere, Mingi decides to break the tension.
âI heard he doesnât have any new personality developments.â He says with a smile on his face, as heâs done wanding your body. Standing up straight he has a big smile on his face, before he looks over to Jongho who is staring at you with irritation. Nodding your head you shoot Mingi a smile..
âThank you Mingi, at least someone has given me good news.â With a genuine smile you pat his shoulder before stepping back and waving your hand forward signaling Jongho to lead the way. Rolling his eyes you both walk down the hallway, without saying a word. Irritation liters the bright, white halls.
âI love him.â You state outloud in the eerily quiet hallway, eyes shooting daggers into the back of Jonghos head.
âHe is a murderer.â He states, your lips automatically zipping shut. Your hands ball into your pants. You couldnât help what Seonghwa was, he was like that long before you came along, not all of his personalities were horrible. Majority of them were quite interesting, as a collective you had learned to love them all.
âMurdered 18 people in one single night, and you say you love him.â
Biting your lip you try to refrain from any smart remarks but your mouth moves before your brain can comprehend anything.
âDeep down, heâs still my Seonghwa and no personality is going to change that.â You say, standing firm on what you said. Were you heartbroken to say the least? Of course. You were disappointed, disgusted, down right devastated. Yet that sliver of hope you held onto was enough to still make you have faith.
âThank you Mingi, at least someone, my ass.â Jongho mockingly whispers to himself, opening the door, as you walk in he holds his hand out stopping you.
âRemain right here.â He says, starting up a big light, you hear it power on, lights dimming with how much energy itâs pulling, pivoting around the light trying to get a good eye at Seonghwa.
Heâs sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, tea cup in hand while his sharp eyes stare at you.
âMy, my, my, we have company.â He says while bringing his tea cup up to his lips slowly. Feline eyes flickering to your stagnant figure. Your body immediately begins to heat up. You knew youâd walk into one of his personalities but not one of your most favorite ones.
âDr. Jongho, itâs always a pleasure to see you.â Setting down his tea cup on the small sauce plate next to his bed. He shifts his body, facing towards you.
âDoll, itâs been too long as well. Iâve missed you.â With a smile on his face, he looks up at you through his eyelashes before batting them.
âH-Hi.â You say with a small wave, your body immediately heats up. Your fingers pick at the skin around your thumbs, body already riddled with nerves.
âIâm going to observe you both.â Jongho states, loudly enough for you both to hear. Seonghwas eyes never lift off of you, his back is straight, shoulders are curved, lips in a small smile, his teeth just poking through. The energy that radiated off of him was alluring.
âWhat is it you are hoping to see Dr. Jongho?â Seonghwa asks, picking up his teacup again, legs coming undone from being crossed. Heâs speaking to Jongho yet his eyes never let up on you. They remain on you, flickering all over your figure, studying you as if this observation is a test that he is willing to pass. Jongho flushed a light shade of pink, clearing his throat. He flicks through the papers before he can speak to Seonghwa; he's cut off by the man himself. Letting out a small gasp Seonghwa places his tea cup down, hand brushing through his hair before he flicks his eyes to Jongho for a split second.
âWhat do you wanna observe Jongho? You say quietly, feeling minuscule under Seonghwas intense stare. It was not threatening, not fear worthy. If anything it made you squirm, riddled your body with nerves. When he had this personality on the rise you tried your best to be as pristine, and elegant as possible. Nothing but the best for your mommy. Clicking his pen, he scribbles down on the stack of papers once more. Trying his best to avoid the question.
âHe wants to see us fuck.â A harsh voice comes out of Seonghwa, slamming the rest of the tea back he lets out a loud groan afterwards. Frame going from cute and petite, to manly and gruff. His frame looks larger, shoulders more broad, yet a puppy-like smile on his face while he fills the room with nothing but dirty words.
âWant me to bend her pretty ass over? Or you wanna see her from the front?â He asks in a husky tone, eyes flashing over to you, watching your timid frame gawk at him. No matter how long you had been with Seonghwa you never got used to how quick another personality could appear. As you hear a small click you, look up at the ceiling watching the lights dim as the large flashing white light fills the room practically blinding all of you.
As the blinding light clears you look at Seonghwa through blurred vision. Small tiny dots fill your eye sight, blinking them away. There is Seonghwa with one leg crossed over the other with feline eyes once more.
âFuck!â You groan out, rubbing your eyes, your body reacts fast, thumping Jongho in the back of the head. Eyes watering from the flash, you grit your teeth ready to tear him a new one when Seonghwa speaks up.
âExcuse me. When did we learn to have such filthy mouths?â He asks, eyebrow raising as he watches all the anger leave your body, eyes growing wide like a deer caught in the headlights. You wring your hands through the bottom of your shirt, that nervous feeling making a grand appearance once more.
âSo-sorry.â You whisper out, body flushed with embarrassment that you had been caught in such an act. Wincing slightly Jongho places a strong hand on your shoulder before shoving you forward, you practically tumble into Seonghwas lap. His quick reflexes catch you, delicate hands placed on your hips to stabilize you. As his warm hands come in contact with you, you let out a small whimper. It had been so long since you had felt Seonghwa let alone his mommy personality, a soft hand brushes against your cheek, lifting your head slightly as you look at his sleek eyes. That familiar love and adoration twinkles just below his dark brown eyes, you swear you can see the light behind them.
âHi mommy..â you whisper out hand coming to clutch the side of your pants. Noticing immediately he grips your balled fist, unraveling it, as he brushes over your palm. You practically fell like putty into his hands.
âWhat did I tell you about doing that?â He says, voice as smooth as silk. As your brain loses all of the common sense it typically holds you grow sheepish. Body flushing with an indescribable heat. As you pull at the collar of your shirt to get an air flow, it dawns on you that Seonghwa is seated in just a pair of white boxers.
âCome here.â He purrs, turning you around, planting your ass directly on his lap. His warm hands come up under your shirt, pulling the fabric off slowly, as your bra comes into sight, you get a bit self conscious as it had been over 5 months since you had last seen Seonghwa. As your arms hug you tightly, he grabs them lightly, pushing them down.
âDonât hide yourself from me, doll. Let mommy see you.â He whispers into your ear, as your arms drop he keeps one hand rubbing your arm as his other hand goes to fiddle with the button of your pants. As he strips you out of every piece of clothing you own, youâve never felt more self conscious yet confident at the same time. His back is firmly against the headboard, with you in between his legs, legs propped onto the bed, feet planted firmly into the soft mattress below you. Your cunt glistens under the bright white led lights that fill the small space. As your eyes flicker down to your cunt, you grow a bit flustered, you try to shut your legs as quickly as possible, growing a bit flustered under Seonghwas gaze. Itâs almost as if youâve forgotten that Jongho was right in the room with you both.
âLet me see..â he purrs out, hand coming to open your wedged legs..
âBe a good doll, and listen to mommy.â He groans into your ear. As your body warms across the front of Seonghwas chest you look at the mirror thatâs boring holes into every action you and Seonghwa do.
âIs the mirror necessary?â You whine out, flustered at seeing your own dirty actions. Clearing his throat, it dawns on you that Jongho is still here and that he will remain here the whole time. Cunt fluttering, Seonghwa sees through the mirror that your pussy clenches around nothing. A small smirk on his face continues to grow as he watches your shiny slick cover your lower half.
âBe a good doll for me, and for Dr. Jongho.â He whispers into your ear. Nodding your head slightly you open your legs once more. You watch as Seonghwas eyes glimmer with need.
Laying you down slowly, Seonghwas large thin frame towers over your own. His dark hair frames his face, plump lips bitten between his perfect teeth. You are in love with every inch of this man, he could make you feel so loved one second, and the next? Nothing but a dirty whore. The balance between all the personalities was nothing short of a rollercoaster ride. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins while loving him was addicting. You had grown accustomed to this lifestyle, you were nothing but devoted to the Park Seonghwa.
âMommy is going to fill you all the way up to here.â He says seductively as he brushes his hands over your lower belly. Poking it slightly before he caresses your lower stomach. The fleshy area his eyes are dead set on always made you a bit insecure. As he kneads your stomach you let out a quiet moan, hands coming to brush him away. When his other hand stops your motions.
âDid mommy tell you to touch her?â He questions, eyebrow raising as he drifts his eyes to look up at you. His sharp gaze makes you squirm, shaking your head no you, moving your eyes to look at his forehead. When Seonghwa got like this, it always made your head spin, you could barely hold eye contact with him as it was so intense you felt your skin prickle with nerves. Stomach doing flips while he grabs your chin lightly before telling you to look at him. Eyes low, and sultry, he glances over your body, thumb rubbing your cheek before he shifts his weight. Brushing two fingers through your wet folds, making a squelching noise before he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them.
âSo wet, so good.â He groans at the taste of you on his tongue. Bringing his face close to yours, he brushes his fingers through your folds again, placing one finger in your mouth, and the other in his.
âGo on, taste yourself.â He whispers before sucking your arousal off his shiny finger. Placing your tongue out you take his whole finger in your mouth. Sitting up, he pulls you up before sitting behind you, shuffling his body against the headboard, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back down. Your back is firmly against his own, his warm embrace was worth a million words. Pussy on display for the room he stares ahead at the cracked mirror at the end of the bed. His dark gaze falling upon your cunt. Swiping two fingers through your folds, before he spreads your lips.
âLook at herâŠjust glistening. Isnât she pretty?â He purrs into your ear, feeling your body heat up.
âMommy is going to put a baby right in there.â He says touching your stomach once more, eyes enamored and twinkling with the thought of you being heavy bellied.
With your legs spread you look into the mirror, body heating with embarrassment you try to close your legs. With a firm hand on your thigh he holds your legs open. Wet fingers digging into your leg, you whimper at his touch. His other hand comes down to grip your breast, pinching your nipple. Back arching off of him you moan his name quietly.
âDid I tell you to shut your legs?â He asks in a sultry tone, hands firm on the meat of your thighs. Slapping your soft flesh you open your legs again, his hand comes down, slapping your cunt. As his palm rises back, your sticky arousal sticks to it. Strings of clear stickiness stretch with each pull back of his hand. Continuously slapping your cunt, your legs jerk with each strike, letting out a loud mewl your body hunches over.
âPleâplease Mommy, please, please..â you beg out. Not even sure what you are asking for. As your juices drench his palm, he pulls his hand back once more, slapping your pussy a bit harder this time. With a final cry your body arches off of his warm chest, juices spraying out of your cunt. Legs shaking as your feet are trying their best to remain planted on the soft mattress. His sticky palm comes down to your pussy, rubbing small circles onto your clit, hushing you as you continue to unravel before his eyes. As you come down from your high, he eases off of your clit. Licking his palm he rolls his tongue behind his teeth, savoring the flavor. With heavy pants you lean further back into his chest. Body wet with your own slick, and cum.
âFuck, you think you can do that again?â A deep voice rings out behind you, looking in the mirror you watch as his gaze changes, eyes flushing dark, losing that loving streak that his mother personality had, eyes lazily looking at him you barely can put together a coherent sentence.
âFuck that, you will do it again.â Plunging two fingers deep into your cunt, he wiggles them around looking for your spongy spot. Thumb pressed hard against your clit, you let out a loud moan, legs turning into jelly and falling on the bed. As his thumb strums quickly over your swollen clit, your legs turn every way, body going through the first stages of over stimulation. A twisted grin cracks onto his face, one of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place.
âGod, sheâs so fucking sloppy.â he groans, before pulling two fingers out, slapping your cunt before diving his fingers back in. As they slam in and out of you at a quick pace you moan out Seonghwas name, nails digging into the blanket on top of the mattress. His eyes shoot over to Jongho who is standing there, teetering between the lines of being unfazed, and desperately turned on.
âWish this was you huh doc?! Iâm going to fill this pretty cunt up, having you carrying my seed around.â He says loudly, laughing booming off of the concrete walls. Your body moves whichever way he pulls you, effortlessly moving like you are a doll.
âLook at her pretty pussy, just gushing.â Pulling out he slaps your cunt once more. You let out a loud moan, head turning, trying to catch a glimpse of Seonghwa.
âYour pussy is talking to me, and does she have a lot to say.â His hand wraps tighter around your waist, his crazed eyes bore into you.
You whimper out his name, in a twisted way, this is exactly what you wanted. You missed this, you missed Seonghwa. But you missed all the personalities he had charging through him. Everyday was like cranking up a Jack in the box, you know something was going to pop out, the thrill of not knowing what exactly always made your body on edge, it made your adrenaline run rampant. This is exactly what you wanted.
âHave some decorum, trying to talk over her.â Bringing a hand down he slaps your pussy. Body quivering with a loud moan. You call out to Seonghwa once more.
âFuck!â He groans out, bringing two fingers to collect the slick thatâs dripping down your ass.
âYunho?â Jongho questions while flipping through the papers on his clipboard making a note, the pen screeches with each drag. You catch a small glimpse of Jongho, clutching the pen tightly in his grasp, while a head of sweat drops down his forehead. A harsh slap to your dripping pussy pulls you from your thoughts.
âI really would prefer if she called me Yunho.â He purrs out, hands running down your inner thighs before slapping your cunt again. Quickly riding himself of his boxers, he positions himself in between your legs, roughly grabbing his cock he lets out a small hiss.
âFuck have I missed you.â He groans out before catching your lips in a kiss
âSheâs so fucking sloppy.â He groans out, pausing his wild thrust to spit at your pussy. The cool saliva hitting your clit. He watches as it drips down to his cock that is stilled inside of you.
His hips draw back before slamming into you with a loud smacking noise. His hips are flush against your inner thighs. His hand comes down to hold you in place by your throat. Heâs fucking you like a mad man. Your mouth falls open into a non existent moan, as heâs fucking all the common sense out of your brain.
âShiiit, thatâs it. Shut your pretty mouth and take this dick.â He grits out, hand gripping tighter around your throat. With a choked out sob you nod your head pathetically, letting him have full control over you. Gripping the back of one of your thighs with his other still tight around your throat he bends one of your legs to your chest. Hitting you deeper, the new position has your hands coming up and clutching the one around your throat. Grip tight, as his eyes flood with dark lust, both of his pupils are blown wide. Youâve never seen this sight of Seonghwa, and youâd be lying if you said it wasnât addicting.
âGoing to give you all my babies, Fuck!â He roars out once more. Gathering all his saliva he spits on your cunt, hips never letting up on pounding you into the mattress. Pressing his body onto your front pushing you further into the mattress. His hand reaches down and wraps around your throat, picking your head up off of the bed. With drool running down your mouth, sweat covering your forehead. You look like you just ran a marathon. Voice cracking with each powerful thrust he gives you, your hands help hold your body up, elbows shaking at the intense speed heâs striking you with. Giving you a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against yours you let out a squeak. Dropping his full weight on you, you groan out his name. Parting your lips with his own, sticking his tongue down your mouth he opens his eyes, making direct contact with Jongho who is gripping the clipboard tightly still.
âYou like watching me fuck her?â He asks, voice laced with venom. Hips snapping against the meat of your ass, each thrust hikes your body up the bed. Mattress creaking with each movement he does. Pausing his thrust, he pulls your body off of the bed, locking his arms behind you, so that you sit up right. His sweaty, wet chest against your back. Your naked body once again on display for Jongho. Kissing the side of your neck, he nips at the skin, marking it with his bites. Dark hickies dance along your neck, not stopping til heâs satisfied with his work. Giving you one powerful thrust almost doubling over from the strength of it. His hips begin to piston in and out of you once more, arms locked tightly behind you back. Looking over your shoulder he watches as your breast bounces with each thrust.
âLook at that doc..â he grits out, head cocking back slightly at the feeling of your warm, sopping wet walls wrapped around his throbbing cock.
âSee how well she takes me.â He says through a laugh, your body grows hotter knowing Jonghos eyes are directly on you both. As Seonghwa feels your cunt clench around his member. Hitting you with one deep thrust, he pulls you back more, making sure to arch your back even further.
âI think we have a exhibitionist on our hands Doc.â Seonghwa sings out, before slamming you down on his cock. Making sure to match the strokes to the way he makes you bounce on top of him.
âSheâs so fucking wet.â He groans out, watching as your cum, mixed with own , runs down your leg. Thighs are still sticky with your arousal, the cum mixing makes loud squelching noises each time he thrusts inside of you.
âYou wanna taste her?â He asks eyes flickering an even darker shade as he rag dolls you up and firm his cock, you canât help but let out a small whimper at the thought of Jongho kneeling before you both. Letting your body go you flop down onto the mattress. As you land softly, he slaps your ass hard.
âSheâs a fucking slut.â He says slapping your ass once more, grabbing the meat of it and slamming you down. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck..
âBut sheâs my slut.â His eyes lock with Jonghos as heâs got you hiking up and down his cock. A wicked smile breaks out onto his face, Jonghos had enough of this personality, flicking through the paperwork checks off the name Yunho..
âWeâll say goodbye Yunho.â Jongho says hitting the button on the light, a huge white flash fills the room. Seonghwa doubles over letting out a loud cry, pulling out of your spent pussy, a quiet pop is made as he pulls away, cunt instantly oozing with cum. The warm feeling runs between your legs. Letting out a satisfied sigh you cause your eyes, trying your best to mellow out your breathing.
âLook how messy you are.â Seonghwa says with a squeak to his voice, letting out a small groan you already know what personality has appeared.
âYunho slutted you out.â he says, dragging two fingers between your folds, clit swollen and sore. Letting out a small hiss as he glides through your cunt.
âWoo please..â you say silently, trying to bat his hand away. Your eyes poke open, trying to take a peak at him. Sitting on his knees behind you he puts a hand under you, helping you roll over. As your breast comes into sight. He dives face first into your chest, mouth wrapping around your pebbled nipples. Moaning at the taste of you on his tongue, he grabs onto your other nipple, brushing a finger over it, you let out a whine. Bringing a hand up to brush the dark locks out of his face, as he continues to suckle on one of your nipples, you watch a devious smile grace his face.
âYou taste so good.â He groans out, mouth full of your breast. Those mischievous eyes always have an underlying motive. As he continues to suckle on your breast, he pinches the other one a pathetic whimper leaves your throat.
âOne day milk will come out of these.â He says giving your nipple a harsh pinch before attaching his mouth onto your sore one.
âItâll be a fight between me and Yunho about who gets to try your milk first.â The thoughts of the warm liquid pouring into his mouth have his cock jumping.
âWe are going to fill you to the brim, then you are going to take another load, and another.â He says with a smile, resting his forehead against your boob.
âYou will be swollen with our child.â He says with glee, mouth detaching from your nipple, giving it a kiss before switching to the other. His dark eyes shift over to Jongho, a small squeaky laugh leaves Seonghwas throat.
âWanna watch me put a baby in her doc?â He asks, voice laced with mockery. Jongho has had enough of each personality that has made its way through, they were not who he was looking for. You look up lazily as you watch him clutch the small remote, seeing his thumb flex you quickly try to shield Seonghwa, yelling at him to close his eyes.
âNo, no, n-Fuck!â The flash of white light goes off again, your body falling lax once more. Letting out a quiet sigh you look down at Seonghwa, the way he fidgets with hands you immediately know who has taken over. A bright blush brushes over his face and neck. Trying his best to cover his chest up, he leans forward nose bumping yours, giving you a small kiss before snapping back against the bed.
âYeosang itâs okay.â You breathe out, tone laced with tiredness.
âNo, no, no!â Jongho groans out in frustration before clicking the button multiple times, a loud roar leaves his throat. You watch as his muscles contract, youâve never seen this side of him before. Your eyes grow big with worry, cocking your head back as you watch as an evil grin paints Jonghos face.
âThere it is! The thing of the hour!â He says satisfied.
Watching as his eyes cut, you see Seonghwas body grow bigger by the second, muscles rippling his thin frame. His eyes grow a shade of black youâve never seen before. His pupils are blown wide, mouth open in a snarl. Your body freezes below him, a shaky hand goes out to touch his firm chest thatâs rippling with a new muscle every second. As your warm fingertips go to touch the man nestled between your shivering thighs you call out his name softly.
âSeonghwa..â you whisper, eyes having a sliver of hope that heâs still in there somewhere.
âThis is the beast.â Jongho states, noting down how many clicks and what it all took for him to get Seonghwa to this current persona. You can feel the deep growl resonating in Seonghwas firm chest.
âHeyâŠheyâŠIâm right here.â You whisper out, both hands coming in contact with his face. Worry fills your voice, you needed Seonghwa here and now with you. As you mutter Park Seonghwa over and over again, the Beast continues to stare at Jongho with anger flicking with each blink. His nails grow long, pinching your delicate skin, as he comes to grab your hands off of his face gently.
âPlease donât do this.â You whisper out, tears fill your eyes. Seonghwas eyebrow flickers, eye twitching with another personality trying to break through.
âShow her..â Jongho whispers out, Seonghwas ears twitch as if he was an animal at Jonghos quiet sentence. Eyed growing dark once more he lets out a growl, bed creaking as his body grows heavier with each passing second.
âShut up!â Seonghwa booms out, this voice you have never heard before. As his large body tries to break from the grasp you have on his face.
âSeonghwa please, please, please.â You mutter out, tears streaming down your face. His ears twitch again, letting out a blood curdling roar he doubles over, panting heavily.
âDoll, please..â Seonghwa breathes out, his mommy persona rising through the darkness.
âMingi take her out of here.â Jongho says into his walkie talkie, trying to claw your way off of the bed, to rush Jongho, he shoves you down to the ground. Ass hitting the floor with a thud, Seonghwas body snaps up, charging Jongho.
âNo! Donât hurt her.â He says through an animalistic tone, clicking the button, Jongho watches Seonghwas large figure hit the floor in pain. A loud cry comes from him, as you begin to get your breath again you make your way towards Seonghwa.
âPlease donât hurt her.â His mother persona breathes out, clutching his chest in pain.
âStop it!â his Wooyoung persona cries out as Jongho hits the button once more. As Mingi slams the door open heâs frightened by what he sees. Your crying naked form trying to shield Seonghwa as Jongho stands large above the both of you. He was playing God. As Mingi scoops you up off of the floor, your hands try to grip anything it can to stay in the room. Tears fill Mingis eyes at the desperate attempt you make to stay in the room with your lovers. As heâs got you hoisted in the air you scream, and kick your legs.
âPut her in a room of her own.â Jongho says proudly before clicking the button again, the white flash flooding the room once more. Mingi opens his tight shut eyes, he nods carrying you out into the dead empty hallway. You thrash, attempting to scratch Mingis hands so he would let you go. Yet nothing works. You can barely look at his own sad face, Mingi knew how much you loved Seonghwa, everyone knew. It wasnât a secret, you wanted the odd man in every way. You wanted any and everything that came with him. Being apart from him felt like half of you was missing.
âLet me go! Seon-Seonghwa!â You scream as Mingi grabs your naked body, hands slipping due to all the sweat and cum thatâs cakes on your skin. Tears fill your lash line. You thrash in Mingis hold you continue to scream out for Seonghwa. Trying your best to rip out his hold, you begin to punch Mingis hands that are holding you tightly.
âLet me go!â You scream, thrashing even harder. The shame of being naked in his hold is the second to last thing on your mind. You watch from the small window thatâs on Seonghwas heavy steel door. The flash of white continuously goes off. The loud cries from each personality fill your ears. Body tiring from the constant thrashing as you can hear your lovers in distress.
âIâm so sorry Y/N..â Mingi says through a whisper. Tears begin to streak down your face. Lip trembling as you let out a loud whail. Your hands come to your mouth to conceal the noise. Mingis grips never eases up as he has your feet dangling from the ground, a large arm firm around your waist.
âI hate you, I hate every single one of you in this place.â You whisper as the cries from Seonghwa go quiet.
âI hope he kills all of you.â You whisper void of any emotion. The white light stops flashing in the room and the hallway lights go out, leaving the bright red glow from the emergency exit signs to keep the dark hallway with some form of light. The sudden slam of the door to Seonghwas room startles you and Mingi. With a noticeable jump he lets go of you, your body hitting the floor, not even caring at the pain of the sting. Your body lays flat against the tiles, crunching into the fetal position. As Mingi looks down at you he fiddles with his utility belt, pulling the small flashlight from it, cutting it on he flashes it down the hallway not seeing anyone there with a loud whisper he calls out to Jongho. With no response, he looks between your crying figure on the floor, and the hall once more. Your small sniffles fill the area, adding to an eery environment.
âI hate you, I hate you..â you mutter quietly, as you hand holds your lower stomach. Seonghwa being ripped from you in more ways than one had you nauseated.
âIâm going to check on Dr. Jongho, stay right here.â Mingi whispers out, terror filling his voice. As he takes one step forward he hears a loud creak. Planting his feet still, he can feel a heavy breath on his neck. Biting his lip, tears fill his own eyes, the flashlight dropping as heâs suddenly pulled into the darkness. A loud cry roars from him before it falls silent again, not even bothering to look back, to heartbroken at Seonghwa being torn from you. Your body rocks back and forth on the floor. Still hunched in the fetal position, ass naked, with zero care in the world.
âThere, there..â Seonghwa says, that soft feminine voice falls on your ears. Eyes immediately shooting at him. A large blanket covers your naked frame, his warm hand brushes your cheek. Your eyes fill with more tears, breaking out into a loud sob. Seonghwa lays down right next to you, caressing your body. As your body racks through continuous sobs you feel the muscles from the beast slowly go back into his body, his large muscular frame goes back into its original state.
âMommas here..â he says, giving the back of your head a kiss, bringing you closer to his chest you cuddle him further.
âMommas gotchu..â
âWe got you..â
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Hii! If itâs okay, totally okay if not!
Can I please request a TFAWS!Bucky x fem!reader where she is his next door neighbor and they first meet when sheâs moving into the apartment complex, and struggling to carry in all of her stuff. Bucky, ever the sweet gentleman he is, offers to help her move in and carries her stuff.đ„č And they spend a lot of time together in her apartment that day getting to know each other. After that theyâre best friends (who obviously have a growing love for each other) and often spend time with each other in both his apartment and her apartment. Bucky even starts taking her to his lunches with Yori (who definitely catches on and points out the feeling between the two of them hehe) and eventually introduces her to Sam (who also can see the pair love each other). Many situations bring the two of them closer together, like one day when Bucky saves her from a group of men who followed her home from work, and also another time when Y/n (who now has an extra key to Buckyâs apartment, and he has one to hers) hears Bucky having a nightmare and she goes into his apartment, crawls into his arms, and lays down with him on the floor of his apartment to calm him downđ„ș Anyways, theyâre both idiots in love and finally confess their love each other after so long of being just âbest friendsâđ„ș
Hi! Thank you for the sweet request. This is an amazing, cute, adorable and just lovely request. The way both of them find their way to one another and it just so cute. The end isnât the best I guess but yeah. Iâm sorry it took me so long to write it but I finally finished it! I hope you like and enjoy it.
More than everything | B.B
Your new neighbour helps you to move in but soon he is way more than just your neighbour. Your best friend, the one you can talk about everything, he knows every secret, except one.
Pairing -> Neighbour!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!BestFriend!Fem!Reader
Wordcount -> 7.371 Words
Warnings -> fluff, lots of fluff, idiots in love, some weird guys, nightmares, love confession
Authors Note -> I want to thank @thevillainswhore for proofreading! Thank you so much, my love! I love you!â€ïž All and every mistakes are my own.
Events -> Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | G4 | being calmed down by a familiar person's presence | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition | B4 | Baby Just Say Yes | @fandom-free-bingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Frosty Edition | G2 | Wiping away tears | @fandom-free-bingo | Build-A-Bucky Bingo | June | Meddling Best Friend | @buckybarnesevents
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Sweat runs down your face as you lift one of the heavy boxes out of your car. You havenât even started to move your stuff into your new apartment, yet you feel like youâve carried an elephant around. The sun is shining a lot today, heating the air and thereâs not much of a cool breeze that could help you to cool down.
With a groan, your fingers clutch onto the box tighter. You feel the slow movement of it slipping from your grasp, so you try to squeeze it so it wonât fall down. Youâre not sure whatâs in the box, but itâs heavy and you canât have all of your stuff laying around in the ground in front of your apartment.
âNeed help?â A rough voice startles you. Spinning on your heel, you turn to face the person who stands there and your mouth drops open while your eyes widen.
The man who stands there with a soft smile tugging at his beautiful plump lips has short brown hair and wears a hoodie and gloves. You secretly wonder if itâs not too warm underneath all those layers of fabric. He reaches out to place his big hands underneath the box you carry and lifts it up like it weighs nothing. You notice the muscles working underneath his hoodie when he holds the carton.
âH-Hi! U-uhm, I would love to accept the offer but I donât want to interrupt you from whatever you were doing,â you mumble, face palming yourself when the words leave your lips. He wouldnât offer you his help if he was busy. Instead of judging you he just chuckles, his ocean blue eyes sparkle and his nose scrunches ever so slightly.
âOf course, doll! Iâm Bucky, and you?â He asks, looking straight into your eyes and causing your knees to buckle. Buckyâs laugh, his voice â he is just so perfect. Youâre not sure if he is just an imagination in your mind or if youâre hallucinating because of the heat and limited drinking.
Clearing his throat, Bucky pulls you out of your thoughts and gets your attention back. âI- Iâm y/n. Nice to meet you, Bucky,â you say, smirking softly with heat creeping up your cheeks. You reach into your car once again to get another box out to carry.
âYou can place it on top of this one, put two on top,â he says with a grin at you. You narrow your eyes, placing another box on the one he has already in his arms before reaching in to grab another carton.
âItâs heavy to carry that much, Bucky,â you chuckle, but place the third box into his arms as well. With a grunt, he almost falls forward, scaring you before standing straight again. He starts laughing softly, winking at you as you grab a box for yourself to carry into your apartment.
âI once lifted a whole engine for a friend, so your boxes arenât that heavy compared to a ship engine,â Bucky says. You shake your head, smirking before making your way to the front door and into the apartment complex. âWhich floor?â
âSecond.â Bucky nods, grinning. As you walk up the stairs and along the floor the two of you walk closer and closer to his apartment, and his smirk grows with every step closer to your apartment.
While you think you embrassed yourself in front of this handsome and sweet man with your stutter and dropped jaw earlier, he only thinks it makes you adorable. There wasnât someone in a while who looked at him with such softness in their expression â someone who doesnât seem to know who he was, who gives him the chance to get to know him as the person he is now.
âOh!â Bucky says when you stop in front of your door to fish the keys out of your pocket. You turn around, tilting your head as he chuckles. âHi, next door neighbor.â
You giggle. For a moment youâre sure he is making a joke, but he just nods toward the door next to yours and grins even wider. Your eyes widen as you look to the door, then back to him.
âI donât want to interrupt that sweet little moment where you stare at me and my apartment door because you find out that I live next to youâŠ. But these boxes are going to be too heavy for me to carry soon,â Bucky says and nods at the boxes he is still holding in his arms. You gasp, taking the keys and unlocking the door with an apologetic smile. âIt was a joke, I donât mind carrying those boxes for you all day.â
You roll your eyes playfully, letting Bucky walk into your apartment and follow behind. âYouâre the best, thank you so much!â You say as you both place the boxes on the floor.
âDonât thank me yet, we have a lot more to carry,â Bucky tells you, walking a step closer to you and placing his big hands on the small of your back, pushing you toward the door. Instead of flinching of his sudden touch, you giggle softly, liking the warmth of his soft touch.
The two of you carry all your stuff into your apartment and while Bucky looks like he hasnât done anything all day, you feel your aching muscles. You sigh deeply when you finally are able to let yourself fall down on the couch.
âHow can you still look soâ so handsome, so good like you havenât carried so many boxes and all,â you ask, eyes roaming over his tall body while he stands in front of you. Bucky chuckles, leaning back against the wall behind him. His tongue pokes out, gliding over his lips to wet them and cause them to glisten.
âHow about I get some food for the two of us, there is that nice restaurant just a block away,â he suggests and you nod immediately. He pushes himself off the wall, turning around to make his way out of the apartment.
âWait!â You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn back to you. âUhm- let me find my wallet.â
Bucky laughs, shaking his head and walking further to the door. âYou donât have to pay me for dinner, and also not for helping you to carry those boxes, so no âbutsâ here.â
With a sigh, you chuckle and Bucky makes his way to get the food. He already likes you a lot, youâre a sweet and nice person, no judging. Heâs sure you wonder why he wears a hoodie and gloves even though itâs hot, but he also appreciates that you havenât asked him about it, so he doesnât have to lie to you .
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After Bucky came back with the food the two of you sat there in your new apartment, talked and ate. The conversation flowed between the two of you and you feel like youâve known Bucky for so long already. He is a sweet and gentle man, taking care of you and making you laugh. Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.
The connection between you and Bucky gets stronger with every day. The two of you spend a lot of days in your or his apartment and he becomes your best friend. You know you can trust him, you can tell him everything and he knows it as well.
One night a few weeks ago, Bucky came over in just a t-shirt, asking you if he is allowed to sleep on your couch because he canât stand the quietness in his apartment. You offered him to sleep in bed with you, knowing that he would never touch you unless you allow him to do so but he shook his head.
âI-I would just love to sleep on the couch, you know,â Bucky mumbled, scratching the back of his head while he looked at you with sleepy eyes. He looked tired, not just because he fell out of his bed, but also because he was suffering from nightmares again.
Your scent is always calming to him. It was his first thought as he was sitting on his makeshift bed for the night, sweat running down his body. Bucky would love to say yes to sleeping in a bed with you, but he knew that his nightmares can cause him to punch something next to him and he didnât want to risk hurting you.
âAre you okay, Buck? Do you need anything, I can make you tea,â you offered, bushing your fingers softly over his stubble. But again, he smiled softly and shook his head. Your touch was so soft, so loving and he got lost for a moment until you nodded and placed a pillow and a blanket on the couch.
âYou know⊠we can also build a blanket fort,â you suggested with a grin, but Bucky just chuckled and patted the space next to him.
You sat down, turning to look at your best friend. He smiled, his fingers fidgeting in his lap as you place yours on his and hold his big hands in your smaller ones.
âWe donât have to, if it makes you uncomfortable,â you said, smiling as softly as possible while you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.
âI-I would love to⊠butâŠâ Bucky stuttered, his eyes were roaming over your face, trying to find anything that told him that you judge him. However, he could only find nothing but pure love, affection and understanding.
âI just⊠you remember what I told you about my arm and my past?â You nodded, narrowing your eyes. Bucky inhaled deeply, bringing one of your hands to his metal arm, letting you touch it. He always let you do it, since the day you told him that this arm is a part of him, it makes him special. But you also told him that his arm doesnât tell who he is because even though he was the winter soldier and had a metal arm there too â it was a different one plus he was under the control of people who used him. But it wasnât him.
With that he allowed you to touch his arm, it was even claiming for him because you werenât afraid of him. You accepted and loved him, with the metal arm, with his story. It makes him feel like home.
âI dream about it, almost every night. But when I fell asleep the last time here, I didn't have nightmares. But-but I sometimes punch something so I donât want to hurt you,â Bucky confessed. You couldnât help the small quirk of your lips â he felt so comfortable that he doesnât even have nightmares. But you also couldnât help the glisten of your eyes; it was awful to know that those dreams made him struggle.
âIâm sorry to hear that. You can always sleep here if you want. And just for you to know⊠I can take care of myself so if you ever want to cuddle, just tell me, Iâm sure I can take care of you and also that you won't hurt me,â you assured him, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush softly. He nodded with a thankful smile, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it with a grin on his beautiful lips.
âThank you, doll. Now go to sleep, Iâm sure youâre tired. I donât want to keep you awake just because I canât sleep,â he smirked, letting go of you to let you go back to bed, but you stayed where you were and just let your eyes roam over his handsome face a while longer.
âYou sure? I donât mind staying up with you a while longer if it helps you,â you said but he nodded, assuring you that he is fine. âYou can turn on the television if you need some background noises.â
With that, you got up and walked back into your bedroom. Bucky smiled softly, leaning back before getting comfortable and turning on the television. Your scent surrounded him and he fell asleep pretty quick, relishing the first good sleep heâd had in weeks.
That was a few weeks ago and even though Bucky loves sleeping at your apartment, sometimes he is out late and doesnât want to wake you. Plus he wants to give you some privacy. Youâre not dating anyone, but as much as he loves your company, he doesnât want to scare you away.
With time, you become his everything. Youâre the one who holds him when he thinks he falls â youâre the one, his one. And even though his feelings get stronger, he hasnât told you yet. Heâs too scared â maybe you donât feel the same and he will destroy the friendship you both developed so perfectly.
Bucky knocks at your door. He is on his way to his dinner with Yori but he has to see you. He told the older man a lot about you, but he hasnât introduced the two of you yet.
In one of Buckyâs hoodies â the one you picked out of his wardrobe when the two of you made a mess in the kitchen â you walk to the door and open it. Your face immediately lights up as you see your best friend, who's smiling softly at you.
âDoll! Iâm just on my way to dinner with Yori, wanting to check after youâ,â his voice trails off, looking you up and down. His blue eyes light up as he notices the hoodie youâre wearing, and his nose scrunches with the slight curl of his lips. âLooking good in my clothes, sweetheart.â
You giggle, ducking your head to try and hide the warmth that coats your cheeks. You play with your fingers in front of you, then you look up to meet his intense blue eyes. They look so soft and there is nothing but love and affection in them when he looks at you.
âIâm fine, thank you, Buck. Just came home from work, going to make myself some dinner and then watch a movie, probably,â you say. Bucky narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly and he looks just adorable like that. âDonât worry, not gonna watch our series without you! Hope you enjoy dinner with Yori, tell him âHeyâ from me.â
Bucky nods, he doesnât want to move, he would prefer to stare at you a while longer â maybe just forever. He knows the two of you are meeting the next day for your movie night, but he wants to be around you all the time. He inhales deeply, looking toward the kitchen â there is no smell of food, yet.
âW-would you like to join us?â Bucky stumbles over his words. âHe would love to meet you, and I would love to have you around. But only if you want to of course!â He hopes that you agree and go out with him â even though itâs not a date, but for him itâs pretty close to one.
Your smile widens as you nod. âSure! But I have to change clothes, pretty fastâ at least my pants.â With that youâre walking into your bedroom to change. Your heart races and the butterflies in your stomach go wild â itâs just a dinner with Bucky and a friend of his. But at the same time it's dinner with Bucky, who is going to introduce you to one of his friends.
Within a few minutes, you made yourself ready for dinner and walked back to Bucky, who was waiting patiently waiting for you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.
âWe should put some of my hoodies into your wardrobe so you can always wear them,â he mumbles, his eyes roaming up and down your body and taking every inch in. You look stunning â like always.
You donât have to wear a dress. Bucky loves you in everything, sweethearts and t-shirts or pants and hoodie. For him youâre always stunning. He canât take his eyes off you, when he sleeps at yours and you get up in the morning â hair messy and youâre all sleepy. You look like the cutest thing he has ever seen.
âLets goooo!â You giggle, taking your phone and keys and walking out of your apartment. Bucky closes the door behind you, walking next to you along the floor and out of the building.
Bucky has told you a lot about Yori already, they go out for dinner once or twice a week. Always the same bar and always the same food and drinks but Bucky loves the company of the older man. Even if he has been asking him about you pretty often recently. But Bucky doesnât mind, he canât seem to stop talking about how beautiful and sweet you are anyway.
The two of you walk along the street, itâs just a short stroll. He asks you about your day, if you had something nice you could tell him, or if someone upset you during work. Your best friend listens to you the whole time, nodding or chuckling with you.
He always asks you about your day, making sure you had something that made you happy and to get rid of the things that upset you. And even if it ends up with him tickling you until you laugh to have something good to say about the day. As much as Bucky loves to hear and see that someone about the day makes you happy, he loves it more when itâs him who causes your happiness.
Bucky opens the door to the bar. His palms are sweaty and he inhales deeply before following you inside, pointing to the bar where an older man sits. He is obviously waiting for someone while talking to the waitress.
âThere is Yori,â Bucky says, his voice sounding slightly broken and when you look at him you notice him shifting from one foot to the other. He smirks at you but it doesnât reach his eyes â you know that expression.
Bucky often looks like that when people are around and he becomes nervous. Or when someone stares at him with a judgemental gaze, mostly when he is overwhelmed.
You stop in your tracks, turning toward him completely so you block his way toward the bar and take both of his hands in yours. âBuck?â
He hums, letting you know that heâs listening. His ocean blue eyes roam over your face, another attempt of a smile on his pretty lips but once again you notice that itâs not letting his eyes light up like his smile usually does.
âCan you breathe with me? Slowly to calm you down. Iâll hold your hands to help youâ feel it?â You ask him, inhaling deeply together with him before slowly exhaling. Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.
âS-sorry⊠just- Iâm just a bit nervous. Youâre my best friend and I told him so much about you already but he always looked at me with a smirk- that looks like he knows more about our relationship than I do.â Bucky smiles at you, removing one of his hands to wipe a strand of hair behind your ear, chuckling softly. âA-And I just canât take my eyes off of you, doll. You look so pretty.â
âThank you,â you giggle, holding Buckyâs hand tighter before you slowly walk to the bar where his friend is already sitting. The older man turns around, his eyes widen a bit, just like the grin on his face, as he notices the two of you. Bucky shifts, offering you the place next to the other man before he takes a seat next to you.
âYou look just as pretty as Bucky always described you,â Yori says, causing your best friend to choke on his spit. His cheeks heat up and he scratches the back of his neck as you look at him.
âTold you⊠told you that I talked a lot about you,â Bucky confesses once again. The woman behind the bar walks toward you, a soft smile appearing on his lips. She silently asks the two men if they want to have the same as always. Both of them nod, Bucky doesn't even look at her, his eyes remain on you.
Then the woman turns to you, offering you a card but you shake your head. âThe same as whatever Bucky likes, please.â Whatever it is he always orders, you know you will love it. The two of you have almost the same taste in everything and you know what Bucky loves to eat, so you know that he would never eat something that you wouldnât like either.
The woman smiles nicely before she turns around and leaves the three of you alone. Yori grins at Bucky, wiggling his eyebrows and you have to admit thatâs the funniest and cutest thing a older man like Yori could have done. You chuckle, turning to face Bucky, who could win an award against a tomato.
You place your hand on Buckyâs thigh, running your fingers softly over the firm muscle. âBucky, do you need some fresh air?â You ask, slightly worried that his skin color could be because itâs too hot or the air too thick for him to breathe right now.
Bucky shakes his head. He places his hand on yours and caresses the back of it with his thumb while he looks into your eyes for a moment. âIâm fine, just- just nervous, you know?â
You nod, then you turn back to Yori, who watches the two of you intensely. His eyes are roaming down to Buckyâs thigh where both of your hands are. âSo how long are the two of you dating?â
âWe arenât dating. Weâre best friends,â you say, narrowing your eyes at the question. Yoriâs smile never fades, his eyes glistening. He doesnât believe the two of you â or maybe he does but then you both are idiots.
âYou should ask her out, James,â the older man says and nods toward Bucky. Your best friend's eyes widen but he smiles softly, shaking his head.
Itâs not like he doesnât want to, but youâre just best friends. Youâre everything for him, even though he is more than just in love with you, he is scared to ruin everything. Bucky would do everything for you, but he is still stuck in his past, he is over 100 years old â still looking like a mid 30 year old â but that doesnât change that he is a broken mess.
âShe deserves better than the broken man I am,â Bucky says with a soft laugh. He tries to cover the truth, the pain behind his words but you can see through it.
You would like to smack him for his statement. He may be broken and a mess, but he is still the most loving and sweetest gentleman you have ever met. He never judges you, no matter what it is you have his back, you have his love, you have Bucky. You would actually tell Bucky that you donât want anyone but him but this would lead into a conversation with more confession â something you donât want to have during a dinner with one of Buckyâs friends in public.
The night goes well, the three of you are laughing a lot. Yori points out often that the two of you have more than just a friendship, that you both have feelings for one another but you and Bucky play it off. You like Yori a lot, you understand why Bucky likes the older man, why he always eats lunch or dinner with him. After saying your goodbyes to Yori, Bucky and you walk back to your apartment complex. Bucky brings you to your apartment, kissing your cheek softly before he makes his way to his own apartment. Your night is filled with a lot of dreams with Bucky and even Bucky himself has a night â without nightmares â but filled with fluffy thoughts of you and him.
You spend almost your whole free time with your best friend, mostly watching movies or just talking about his or your day. You know everything about his missions with Sam and Bucky suggested that he could take you with him to meet Sam. But this plan changes when Bucky knocks at your door after another mission, his smile as bright as always and behind him another man.
You know that Bucky would come home today, you already made dinner for the two of you but you didnât know he would bring a friend of his. âHi, doll! I-I uhm⊠thatâs Sam! He asked to sleep here before he flies to his family tomorrow.â
âBucky!â You say excitedly as you pull him into a much needed hug. You look over his shoulder to see his friend smirking at the two of you. âHi, Sam. Come in, Bucky has to give me at least five minutes of cuddles before I let go of him again!â
Both of the men laugh and Sam nods before he walks into your apartment. You let Bucky pick you up, you mean that you get at least five minutes of cuddles from Bucky, and he knows that you can be such a grumpy little thing if you donât get them. He leads Sam into the kitchen, offering him a drink while he refuses to let you down.
âDoes he cling to you like that all the time?â Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.
âWhy? Isnât he such a sweet teddy bear around you?â You ask and poke your fingers into Buckyâs cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. âHeâs my favourite teddy bear!â
âThe cyborg being a teddy?â Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. âHeâs more like a cold, staring machine.â
Bucky growls into your neck, hiding his face while he inhales your scent deeply. He was away for two days but he missed you so much that he canât let you down just yet. He doesnât care that heâs carried you around for ten minutes already, he could do it all day and would never be tired of it.
âI made pizza, your favourite one,â you say and run your fingers through Buckyâs hair, making him sigh into your neck. âSam, do you like cyborg pizza?â
Sam laughs while Bucky growls once again, but it turns into a chuckle almost immediately. Youâre just so cute, he canât help himself, he canât stop himself smiling and chuckling whenever youâre around.
âBut I get to keep you on my lap,â he mumbles, letting you down for a moment to place the pizza on the table. Sam watches the two of you, smirking at Bucky. He has never seen his friend so soft and not grumpy around someone. But he likes this version of Bucky, the cute, sweet one, that looks so happy. It's like there is nothing that could make Buckyâs mood bad when youâre around, he smiles all the time, even his eyes are bright and shine in the most beautiful blue.
âI do like every pizza,â Sam nods, arranging the plates you placed in his hands on the table. He puts two of them on one side and one where he sits. Bucky grins at him, placing the pizza on the table before he picks you up and lets you sit on his lap.
Your best friend's arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time, youâre deep in talks with both of the men, getting to know Sam but also some secret and funny things about Bucky.
âAnd once⊠it was our first meeting, he landed on top of our car and he smashed the front glass and ripped out the steering wheel.,â Sam says before chewing further on the pizza. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling softly.
âIt wasnât actually me. It was during the time of the winter soldier,â he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, calming him. You know that Bucky isnât ashamed to talk to you about his past but you also know that he is still slightly tense when it comes to it. And your touch, your closeness and softness, is always calming for him.
âMy sister and I are almost done with the boat, maybe Bucky wants to bring you to our little party then?â Sam asks, eying Bucky. âMy little nephews and my sister would love you! They already love Bucky, and youâre way nicer than the cyborg.â
âEy!â Bucky grumbles, gripping you tighter and pulling you more against him. You giggle, shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth. Bucky would love to bring you with him to the party, Sam is a good friend of his, and youâre his best friend, his everything. And even though the two of you arenât dating, he doesnât like the way Sam talks about you â that youâre nicer and probably sweeter and more beautiful. He isnât wrong but Bucky doesnât like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.
âI would love to meet them, if Bucky wants to invite me,â you giggle. Bucky nods, smirking at you with a mouthful of pizza. He chews on it happily, holding you firmly pressed against his broad chest.
âWould love to,â Bucky smirks, swallowing the pizza before he opens his mouth to let you shove the next slice between his lips. You laugh softly, grasping another and shoving it into his mouth as well.
âSo, Bucky said youâre not dating one another?â Sam asks, eyeing the two of you. A smug grin on his face, his eyebrows twitching in amusement. You shake your head, running your fingers through Buckyâs soft brown locks.
âNo, heâs my best friend! Why does everyone think that?â You tilt your head softly, causing Bucky to almost choke on his pizza. Youâre just so adorable and he canât help himself but with a mouthful of pizza he canât chuckle or laugh. âBuck! Donât choke on your pizza! You need to chew before you swallow!â
Sam makes a lot more jokes about Bucky but in return Bucky embarrasses Sam just as much. The evening is filled with a lot of laughter and jokes. Bucky decides to sleep in your apartment on the couch, while Sam gets Buckyâs apartment â on the condition that he has to promise not to sneak around.
The man was more than just curious what Bucky was hiding in his apartment. Maybe a wedding ring already or maybe some really kinky sex toys? But to not destroy their trust and friendship he promises not to sneak around and he surprisingly managed to not do it.
You spend the weekend with Bucky, he asks you out for some ice cream and invites you also to another dinner with Yori. In the evenings youâre wrapped with Bucky into a blanket, snuggled up on the couch while you watch every kind of movie you can find or play some board games.
On Monday, you had to work again. Bucky told you he would make dinner and you can just come over after work. You know he is making your favourite food, he always does when he cooks for you.
Youâre currently walking home from work, a few men following you, nothing too exciting because itâs a public street. But no matter where you walk, they follow you, their voices grow louder and you try to speed up. You canât walk home, you canât let them know where you live but they come so close.
âGirl, wait!â One of them shoots and laughs. You hear your blood rushing through your veins. The footsteps of the men behind you coming closer with every step and you feel the panic grow. You try to breathe slowly, try to calm yourself down but it doesnât work. At least not as long as those guys walk behind you.
âI said wait, whore!â The man growls this time, his pace faster than before and he almost reaches you already. His hand is already reaching out and touching your shoulder. You prepare yourself to be thrown around, to be thrown against a wall or on the ground but it doesnât come.
You walk further, slowing down the moment you feel a cold arm around your waist. The voices are quieter, almost silent. You inhale deeply, noticing Buckyâs scent and only now you dare to open your eyes further to look at your best friend, who presses you into his side. âHi, babydoll.â
His voice is soft and shushing, you immediately relax in his warm embrace. Your eyes are locked with his â youâre happy he is there, that he helped you with those weird men who followed you.
âHey! What are you doing here, Bucky?â You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder while he leads you through the street and toward your home.
âI had to go shopping, your favourite snacks were empty and I didnât want my best girl to eat something she doesnât like as much,â he chuckles and kisses your forehead softly. His lips are always so soft and warm, you could get lost in the feeling of them against your warm skin.
âYouâre the best,â you giggle. Bucky nods proudly. He opens the door for you, leading you into the hallway before you make your way up to his apartment. Bucky prepared dinner already, he just wanted to get your favourite snacks before you were home, and saving his best girl from some weirdos wasnât a plan, but he did it anyway.
âI know. Now, get yourself a seat, itâs your turn to decide on a movie first and dinner will be on the plates in just a moment,â Bucky says before he kisses your forehead once again. You take a seat on his couch, making it already comfortable and look for a movie. You can smell the food already, your tummy rumbling and you are already excited to get a taste of this delicious food your best friend made.
You almost confessed your love to him after the dinner, the food was so good and Bucky was so close, his lips so plump and soft you wanted to kiss him so bad. But you couldnât just kiss your best friend, not before you told him about your feelings, not before you knew about his feelings.
You excused yourself and rushed into the bathroom, you needed a moment to breathe, he was just so soft and warm. Your feelings for your best friend went crazy and cuddling with him didnât do a good job at calming all your running thoughts.
Even though his lips were really tempting, you didnât kiss him, his presence made you all dizzy and comfortable â just like always â but you two watched the movie and threw popcorn at one another.
A few hours later you went to your apartment and into your bed. Thatâs where you are now, your eyes closed but youâre still awake, you canât stop the thoughts in your mind. Bucky is so present in your thoughts, you tried to hide your love â your feelings â for him but the closer you come to him the harder it gets.
Youâre so in love with Bucky, just like he is in love with you. You even have the key to Buckyâs apartment, just like he has yours. So when you suddenly hear a loud cracking noise and a wrecked scream you immediately sit up in your bed.
You know that sound too well, Bucky never screamed that loud but you know the way his voice sounds â itâs him. And your heart clenches as you realize that he has a nightmare, again. He told you once that the only way he doesnât have one is being close to you. You offered him that he could sleep in your apartment even in your bed with you, but he just smiled. He doesnât want to be a burden, doesnât want to take away the little privacy you have. Even though you would rather spend your nights with him next to you, you accepted his decision.
You get out of your bed, wearing one of Buckyâs t-shirts â you stole it â and get the keys to Buckyâs apartment before you run out of yours and open the door to his. You already notice the silhouette of Bucky in the corner of the living room.
He always sits in a corner after a nightmare, his legs close to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. The wall behind him doesnât let anyone attack him from behind and from the spot he is sitting at he can see every entrance.
You slowly walk toward him, turning on just a small light to not scare him even more. âBucky? Hey, itâs me. Can you hear me?â You ask and get on your knees. A bit of distance between the two of you.
Buckyâs blue eyes are widened and sweat is running down his forehead. He nods slightly, staring at you. His eyes drift through the room every now and then, making sure no one he doesnât want to have in his apartment comes into it.
âCan I come closer?â He nods again, allowing you to get closer to him. Bucky whimpers, tears stream down his cheeks and you feel your heart clenching at this sight. âI got you, Buck. Iâm here, youâre safe.â
You crawl closer to him, your hands reaching out to pull him toward you. Buckyâs head falls against your chest, his hands clawing around your back and he breaks down completely. You run your fingers up and down his muscular back, calming him down.
Bucky holds on to you like you would disappear if he dared to loosen his grip just a tiny bit. âBucky⊠we are safe here. Youâre safe. We are at home, itâs just you and me here. No one is going to hurt you. I will protect you, I love you so much.â
You donât even notice that you just confessed your love to him, of course you told him you love him but not like that. The seriousness, the love which is visible in your eyes and for the first time since the two of you know one another Bucky looks at you with a shocked but relieved expression on his face. His eyes still widened from the nightmare but your confession gave him hope â hope that someone as precious and sweet as you could really love someone as broken and messed up like him.
He doesnât say anything, his face is buried back in your chest after you meet his gaze for a few seconds. He wants to believe that you love him, he really wants but something inside of him tells him that he doesnât deserve your love.
âI donât deserve your loveâŠI-iâŠâ Bucky stumbles, he whimpers and pulls you even closer toward him. âI-I want you to love me⊠b-but I donât deserve your loveâŠâ
âBucky!â You say, gasping at his words. How can someone as sweet and lovely like him not believe to be able to be loved more than everything, that he deserves so much love? âHey! Listen to me. You deserve so much love! You deserve all the love in the world. You even deserve the world, Bucky. And I donât care how broken or messed up you are, I love you!â
Bucky looks up at you once again, his fingers digging into your back. He shakes his head, he wants you to love him, so bad, but he doesnât want to destroy you. He doesnât want to hurt you, to break you, to make you like he is. âN-noâŠâ
âYes, Bucky. You canât stop me, you canât make me love you less. No one can, no one will ever make me love you less. I pretended that I could be just your best friend but I canât anymore. I love you, more than everything, I need you, and I want you to see that you deserve love, all the love!â You say, trying to sound serious but still soft while talking to him.
Youâre not sure what came over you to confess all that, maybe because he broke down once you wrapped your arms around him? Maybe it was just the last push after the day and half the night laying awake or whatever it was â you donât regret it, you could never regret telling the love of your life that you love him, that you care for him â that your best friend is everything for you.
âDoll⊠you canât⊠youâ I will break you⊠I will hurt you. You deserve better than me,â Bucky whimpers, he has you already sitting on his lap, refusing to let go of you.
âIt doesnât matter, even when there would be someone better, I wouldnât like someone other than you. Please let me love you, let me show you that you deserve to be loved just like everyone,â you mumble, running your fingers through his brown locks.
Bucky nods, letting himself fall more against you, leaning into your touch. He closes his eyes, his heart filled with love and affection. He has waited so long to hear those words from you, and now â no matter how shitty this situation is â it makes his heart race and his feelings for you to grow.
âCan you sleep in my bed then?â He whimpers, looking up at you with teary eyes. You canât help but chuckle at his cute request, then you nod. Bucky inhales deeply, his breath still shaking but everything worked out so well right now, he couldnât ask for anything else.
Your love will heal him, he knows it because it has since you got to know one another. Since he helped you to move into your apartment. Bucky knows that he never felt for someone before like he feels for you, no matter how broken he is, he knows that it will never stop him from loving you more than everything.
âI love you too, more than everything,â he mumbles, leaning more into you. âYou know⊠I will never let you go. I will hold you in my arms every night, I will make you dinner, I-i will⊠be the best version of me I can be.â
âYouâre already the best version of yourself, Bucky. Youâre the most precious man, the sweetest I have ever met,â you smile softly, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. His ocean blue eyes shining with adoration and love, no signs of fear to the nightmare anymore. âCan I kiss you?â
Bucky nods with a soft smile across his lips as he is leaning closer already. You giggle at his impatience. But it was just too long to try not to, so you canât blame him, it was too long to hold back from kissing one another. With a soft smile, you place your lips on his. And they really are as soft and warm as they look. You sigh softly, letting Bucky pull you even closer and hold you as tight as possible against his broad chest. His lips move softly against yours and he relaxes in your warm embrace, with his lips finally touching yours.
He may think that he doesnât deserve to be loved â but this kiss lets him forget about all the insecurities and worries he has. The only thought left in his mind right now is how much he loves you, how often he wants to kiss you, that he just wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you â over and over again. Thatâs what he is going to do, show you his love for you and he will show you that youâre everything for him, just you, only you as long as youâre with him.
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SUNBURN âč luke castellan
( summary ) a social media au about chbâs fav couple (& their fav shitstirrer, aka percy jackson)
( pairing ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite cabin-coded!reader & small bits of baby percabeth
( notes ) first post ahhh!!! this was so fun to make
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yourusername my bf is hot but dominic fike if u wanna hmu i can ditch him itâs no biggie đđ«¶
lukecastellan EXCUSE ME
lukecastellan you already completed your rite of passage why do you need to break my heart đđ
yourusername want me to kiss that bruised ego better?
lukecastellan sigh⊠i guessâŠ
seaweedbrain BOOO TOMATO TOMATO BOOOOO
seaweedbrain get his ass off my screen đ€Łđ€Ł
lukecastellan sparring arena. you and me. now.
groverunderwood bros rlly beefing with a 13 yr old
seaweedbrain the typa guy to tell me to kms bcs i voted him out in roblox total drama island
clarisselarue this wouldâve been so much better without the second slide
yourusername no more like content from here on out đ
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lukecastellan wtf???
yourusername sorry babe i donât argue with girls who have big brown eyes, whatever she wants sheâs gonna get
silenabeauregard YOU LOOK SO CUTESY
yourusername I LOVE U đ„čâ€ïžâđ©č
chrisrodriguez lukecastellan bro ik nobody else here fw you, but iâll always fw you đ
lukecastellan youâre a real one bro đ
aphroditecamper1 u guys are so cute âčïž
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lukecastellan yeah your girl might have a general grasp on battle strategies or whatever but can she bring an oddly unsettling vibe and a cute smile to the function? DIDNT THINK SO âŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
seaweedbrain put a shirt on man nobody wants to be seeing all that trust đ
lukecastellan i wonder if your dad wouldâve stayed if you werenât such a hater
seaweedbrain i wonder if your dad wouldnât have become the ten dollar founding father if you mom swallowed
yourusername woahâŠ
seaweedbrain when he goes low i go LOWER
wisegirll too far percy
seaweedbrain sorry maâam
clarisselarue this wouldâve been so much better without the second slide
lukecastellan itâs my account???
clarisselarue i stand by what i said.
chrisrodriguez yk i can bring an oddly unsettling vibe too and my ma said my smiles pretty cute soâŠ
yourusername yeah you bring such a crazy vibe!!
chrisrodriguez now thatâs just rude
yourusername tried to be a homewrecker but you got wrecked instead đ€·ââïž
wisegirll yourusername your lashes look so good!!!!
yourusername MY BABY THANK U I LOVE U UR MY FAV PERSON EVER
clarisselarue WTF???
silenabeauregard WTF?????
seaweedbrain WTF????
lukecastellan iâm used to this by now đđđ„
â« Woman Screaming #2 by Anton Hughes
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seaweedbrain does he just not own a shirt⊠COVER YOUR BOOBS SIR PLEASE THERE ARE CHILDREN
lukecastellan why are you taking pics of us having a nap⊠fan behaviour icl
seaweedbrain i needed proof to file a police report against you for theft
lukecastellan how did you know??
seaweedbrain i was talking ab stealing my innocence but what were you thinkingâŠ
yourusername wait perce can you send me the second pic itâs so cute
yourusername send the first one too actually please
seaweedbrain pick yourself up youâre stronger than this what happened to women who stand on business đ
yourusername i was standing!!! but then my feet hurt and he picked me up :)
seaweedbrain sigh
chrisrodriguez bros looking fine oh my gods
lukecastellan donât matter if iâve got a world of haters, i got you by my side
yourusername iâm just gonna leaveâŠ
clarisselarue yourusername just saying iâd never pull that shit
lukecastellan ok joke over ha ha funny
wisegirll percy this is a bit stalkerish đ
seaweedbrain iâm sorry youâre right
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