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sinner-as-saint · 2 months ago

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Retired!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sergeant Barnes has retired, and moved as far away as possible from the superhero life. He’s still in touch with some of his friends, but he never asks them to visit. Nor does he ever leave the quaint, warm small town he’s found himself in, or the spacious home he has, nestled between mountains and dense pine woods. Bucky lives a quiet life, away from danger, guns and bullets, aliens and wizards, and all the other noises. He likes it here. It’s calm, nice, and quiet. Nothing stresses him out, nothing bothers him. Nothing, except a certain neighbour of his. She torments him, in the best ways. And Bucky’s not sure how long he can resist her.

Themes: age gap (I mean he’s a century old), smut, mild primal play, FLUFF, mild degrading kink, angst, soft!bucky, mild praise kink, HEA

Keep walking. Keep walking. Keep walking.

He chanted in his head as he walked down the almost empty road, the sun was gonna set soon and most people were all inside their cosy homes, the elder ones at least. The young people hung out mostly in parking lots, or they drove up the mountains. So, not many people about. Which was one of the many reasons he decided to spend his retirement here. The roads were always empty at this time, and Bucky liked silent, long walks during sunset hours.

It calmed him down. That was it. No other reason. Of course he didn’t go on walks at this specific time just so he would run into you. Of course he didn’t choose this specific road for his daily walks only because this was where your little bookstore was situated. And of course he didn’t pick this exact time to go on his walks only because he knows this is also the time when you close up your store and walk home – completely unbeknownst to the fact that Bucky frequently followed you from a distance, making sure you got home safe.

Okay, it sounded a little stalker-ish. But he didn’t mean any harm. Plus he lived right next to you. Granted there was a little uphill walk from your house to his, but still. He was bound to take the same path anyway.

He didn’t even know when exactly this little infatuation stemmed out of nowhere. Perhaps it happened on the very first day, when he woke up in the morning and stepped out on his balcony to take in the breathtaking view of the foggy woods, the rich veridian pine trees, the dark mountains, the rain clouds, when he suddenly spotted a bright red spot moving along the edge of the woods not far from his home. Bucky squinted and a few moments later realised he was staring at a young woman, wearing a red coat, who was frolicking about, picking flowers.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the mundane task. It was peaceful to watch, so he kept watching until he noticed the woman was making her way back. He watched as she got closer and closer, until she stopped, looked up right at him, and waved.

Bucky waved back awkwardly, only then realising that the woman he’d been spying on was his next door neighbour. That was the first time Bucky saw you. And ever since, you’d been basically living in his head.

His little crush on you only got worse when, by the end of his first week since moving there, you showed up at his door and brought him a basket filled with all sorts of baked goods, muffins and cookies, which smelled divine. Bucky accepted the basket a little clumsily because he was nervous, and made small talk but really, he was freaking out because you were even more beautiful up close.

“I’m your neighbour!” You announced, smiling up at him. Again, wearing that lovely red coat. Your hood was down this time though.

Bucky nodded, smiling sheepishly, “Yeah, I saw you the other day.”

You turned and pointed at one area not far from Bucky’s property, “The edible flowers I love grow around there, and I usually pick them in the morning.”

Edible flowers. He didn’t care what you were doing there. Picking flowers or worshipping at the altar of some ancient deity. All he cared about was that you were here talking to him. “I see.”

“I use them in my baking, my customers love them!”

Well he was thankful that his lack of social and communication skills hadn’t scared you off just yet. But also, customers? “Customers?” He questioned.

“I own the only bookstore in this little town.” You said proudly. “Not many readers though, I’m afraid.” You chuckled, “So I bribe them with muffins, cookies, and tea.” You explained, “Stop by sometime, I’d love to show you around!”

Bookstore. Muffins. Cookies. Tea. Pretty girl. Retirement wasn’t so bad afterall. “I’ll… I’ll make sure to visit soon.”

He never did.

But he did watch you from a distance ever since that day. It was weird at first, but then it became part of his normal. Knowing what time you were up and about upon noticing the smoke that came out of the chimney of your home – which was a beautiful, old, rustic, wood and stone house. He’d heard from one of the kind old men at the pub that the house belonged to your grandma before she passed. She left it to you in the will.

Other older folks at the pub told him more about you. How you had no family members around. Some estranged siblings but they were out of the picture, and who knows where in the world. Your parents were not in the picture either. Some even said that your late grandmother had left you all her money, which was why your entire family envied you and shunned you out basically.

His heart broke a little when he heard that. Sweet girl like you deserved nothing less than a loving family. But you had friends. He often saw you out and about, at stores, at the diner or restaurants for brunch, at coffee shops, at the florist, always surrounded by a group of giggling women.

Other details he found out on his own the more he spied on you. Like how you had your own little walled garden in your seemingly endless backyard, growing your own vegetables and herbs.

He knew what time you left to go open up your store each morning because he would always hear you yell in a cheery voice, ‘Bye, House!’ whenever you stepped out of your metal gates.

He knew that you often left out food for wild bunnies to come eat in your backyard. He knew exactly on which days of the week you went into the woods to get those edible flowers. He knew what time you got home, he knew all your favourite songs because you would play them often in your kitchen and his super soldier hearing would pick it up easily.

He knew so much about you, yet so little. He wanted to know more, but he was always so nervous to step into your bookstore and talk to you. Or, on the rare occasions when he found himself at the grocery store at the same time as you, he’d get out of there so fast it was almost funny.

He was well above a hundred years old, stronger than the average male on this planet, and yet his cute neighbour made him weaker than anything ever had. There was a time, lifetimes ago, when flirting with a pretty girl came naturally to him. But now… he was a different man. So he decided he’d only watch you from a distance. And yearn. And pine. And long for your attention.

He thought he’d spend the rest of his days being tormented by the sound, the sight, and the mere thoughts of you. Always watching from far away, never being brave enough to reach out.

But things changed that one day you reached out.

Bucky was in his backyard, building himself a new shelf. He needed one for his kitchen. All those years, he’d survived in empty, temporary houses and apartments. But now, this was much more permanent and he wanted it to feel like home. So he needed things. Lots of things. Like furniture. But he hated shopping for them. So since he was surrounded by a seemingly endless forest, containing lots of wood he could use, he decided to make himself useful and build his own stuff.

So far he’d built himself a couple of chairs, a coffee table, two bedside tables, and now he found himself in need of a nice shelf for his kitchen. So there he was, being a lumberjack for the day, when he heard his doorbell ringing.

Bucky knew immediately who it must be.

You.

He dropped his axe, and tried to get all the sawdust off him while he marched towards his front door. His heart only skipping a beat or two as he opened his door and found you standing on the other side of it, looking as cheerful as ever.

“Hello, neighbour.” You greeted him. Not wearing your pretty red coat this time he noticed.

“Hey,” He said, sounding more stoic than he intended.

You quickly explained why you were at his doorstep so late in the evening. Behind you, the sun was setting and it was getting rather dark. “The heater in my living room isn’t working well. I was wondering if you could come check it out for me.”

Bucky wasted no time in saying, “Sure.”

Then he followed you to your house.

He had always admired your house’s exterior. The slate grey stone, the wooden accents, the large windows and their bright flowers in the window boxes. The low hedge that wrapped around your property, the wrought iron double gates, it was all so… out of a fairytale looking. Compared to his well hidden log home that blended so well with the environment that often you wouldn’t notice it.

But as much as he liked the exterior, the interior of your home blew his mind. It was so… home-y. He could smell some sort of freshly baked goods. And it was heavenly. Everything inside your home was vintage looking. Every furniture, every trinket, every painting and sculpture that looked like they cost a fortune.

Then he realised, this was your grandmother’s home. Of course everything in it was old. So he tried to find bits and pieces of you everywhere he looked. And he did. New books on the bookshelf near the entrance that looked like it was older than he was. New vinyls hanging on the wall amongst the old ones. Fresh flowers in old vases in your foyer. And there might be so much more but he couldn’t exactly be a creep and stare for too long. So he followed you as you led him to your living room.

He would have admired your living room a little longer, but then even he could feel how much colder this room was compared to the rest of the house. So he got to work immediately, kneeling by the heater. He knew how to fix it, it was easy enough with his metal hand. But he also didn’t wanna be too quick.

“So,” He cleared his throat while pretending to be busy with the old-fashioned heater, “Old man down the street told me you had no family in this town.”

Yeah, real smooth Bucky. He cursed himself.

“Yup!” You answered, like he asked you about the weather instead.

Bucky looked up and found you sitting on your couch, legs crossed, like a spoiled little thing while he knelt on your floor fixing your heater for you. He wanted to know more, so he asked, “And is that by choice or…?”

You sighed, then told Bucky the truth. “I am the youngest. My siblings and I never got along when we were kids. I spent years thinking surely something will change when we get older, but no.” It was a little sad talking about it, but nothing you couldn’t handle. “Then mom and dad separated and they each went their own way. Last I heard my father was onto his third wife, and my mother was backpacking around the world with some of her friends. All my siblings left home one by one. Then when I left for uni I made the decision to never go back to that empty house.”

Bucky stopped pretending to work on the heater. He’d fixed it, so now he sat next to it, back against the wall as he watched you. He wanted to gather you in his arms and never let you go.

“I would’ve figured something out.” You said, with a determined smile. “I always wanted to move to a small town, maybe even a coastal one. But then as I was finishing up my final year, I got a phone call one day. It was my grandma, and she was sick and needed assistance.” Another soft smile, this one sadder. “It felt like a sign. And it was the right thing to do. So I moved here. And lost contact with my family, there was complete radio silence even after grandma passed.”

Bucky looked away for a moment, the thought of you going through all that alone was heartbreaking. But you were so brave.

You continued, “So yeah, I’ve been on my own ever since. And I love this place, these people.” You looked right at him and added, “And handy neighbours who fix my heater.”

Bucky smiled. “All fixed.” He grunted as he got up from the floor.

“Thank you!”

You walked Bucky to the front door, then just as he was about to step outside you called out, “Oh Bucky, wait! I almost forgot.”

Bucky watched how you ran back inside, towards your kitchen and then ran back towards him with a little basket.

“Here,” You handed him the basket filled with sweet smelling stuff. “I baked them this morning.”

Bucky peeked and found a bunch of chocolate chip cookies. He looked back at you and found you smiling at him. He smiled back then rolled his eyes as he stepped out of your home, groaning, “Gonna make me fat with all your sweet stuff.”

You giggled, leaning against your doorframe as Bucky stepped down the steps of your porch. “You can always work out more. You know, chop more wood in the mornings, or run by the lake more.”

Bucky stopped on the last step and turned to face you. His heart beating a little faster as the realization sunk in. “You stalk me.” He sounded like he was teasing you.

You smirked, “Don’t you? You think I don't know you follow me home almost everyday?”

“Alright, fine.” Bucky rolled his eyes again. “But you stalk me too.”

“You’re loud when you chop wood in the morning. It wakes me up early.” You argued, eyeing him up and down, shamelessly. Gods, he was a handsome man. Even more so with that tight long sleeved shirt and dark jeans.

“I see.” He mumbled. “You like the early morning view?” He caught himself asking before he could think about it twice. What? He knew he looked good. He wanted to know if you appreciated the view.

You gave him another sly smirk as you answered, “Very much.”

He smiled at you. Then nodded and said, “Good night, neighbour. Thanks for the goodies.”

“Good night, Bucky.”

—

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of light rain hitting your bedroom window, and the muffled repeated sound of an axe hitting wood. You smiled before you even opened your eyes. Waking up to the sound of rain was always delightful. But the sound of someone chopping wood had recently become your new favourite.

Bucky.

You pulled back the covers and quickly walked over to your bedroom window. You peeled back the curtains and found Bucky in his backyard.

Shirtless.

You froze.

The sight of him there, wearing nothing but his usual jeans and boots, axe in his hands, the metal arm glistening almost as much as his damp, muscular chest. Fuck. He looked divine. His longish hair was damp as well, a few strands falling over his face, and the muscles in his arm and back flexing each time he brought the axe down.

You were mesmerised by the sight of him there, with the dark woods as background. The light rain falling over him. And the blue of his eyes staring right at you–

You gasped and quickly shut the curtains again when you realised he’d looked up and caught you staring at him. Your face felt hot as you hid behind the heavy curtains. Your heart raced a little faster and you felt like a little kid who got caught doing something you shouldn’t. Shit.

Oh well. Whatever. He knew you watched him.

So you peeled the curtains back again and found him smirking at you. He lifted his right hand, waving at you like any good neighbour would. You smiled and waved back, then forced yourself to look away from his gorgeous face and body, and get away from the window to get ready for your day ahead.

That image of him chopping wood in the rain didn’t leave your head the entire morning.

—

Bucky didn’t know what exactly made him do it. Maybe it was the interaction you two had had that morning. The heat in your eyes as you watched him, the way your lips parted just so slightly, and he was certain he could see how you were breathing heavily just looking at him.

He’d been smiling to himself all morning when he thought about that brief interaction. The way you hid when he caught you was… cute. But you went away so quickly. He wanted to see you again, he wanted more.

So perhaps that’s why he finally found himself walking into your cosy little bookstore. It was exactly what he was expecting it to be. Dark interior with dimmed lights. Spacious middle area with little reading nooks scattered all over the place. Dark, velvet couches and bright pillows. A tea and a coffee station right next to each other by the large window, and baskets filled with baked goods. Muffins and cookies. He could smell whatever fancy candles you must have burning somewhere.

“Bucky!”

He turned around and found you smiling at him, a tiny book in your hand. He smiled back, and decided you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen in his long life. Dressed in a simple black dress and dark red cardigan, you looked… even more delicious than all the things you baked. He was thankful there was no one in the store to witness how he checked you out shamelessly.

“Hey,” He said, then looked around and commented, “Nice place.”

“Thanks,” You walked up to him.

Stopping right in front of him, close enough that he could smell your perfume and it was driving him insane. It was something citrus and feminine, reminding him of blood oranges, pomegranates, and delicate flowers. And it made him want to pull you closer. But he shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket instead.

“It was my grandma’s.” You explained, and he listened with interest. “She left me quite… a lot in the will so I don't really have to worry about my livelihood. Which I’m very grateful for. And even though it’s not great business, I decided to keep running the store just to keep her memory alive.”

Bucky smiled again at how kind you truly were. “That’s nice of you.”

You gave him another pretty smile. “I have some loyal customers, they come to buy books every few weeks. But most of all, people like to come here just to read. Or hang out. So I always have warm drinks and sweet treats ready.” Then you turned to him and asked politely, “What brings you here? I didn’t quite picture you as a guy who reads.” You teased.

His voice was laced with sarcasm as he said, “And I didn't picture you as a woman who spies on her shirtless neighbours, but here you are.”

He could tell that caught you off guard. Maybe you’d thought he would never bring it up. But, Bucky decided, it was fun to tease you.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You replied, giving him that look he loved. The innocent one, with mischief hidden somewhere.

“Oh yeah?” He stepped closer to you, just a little bit. “Did you forget I saw you this morning? Making eyes at me?”

You scoffed, “Well, if you’re gonna put on a show…”

“And how’d you like it? The show?” He asked, stepping closer again. And you took a step back this time, and you two danced this dance until he almost had you cornered between two shelves.

You gasped dramatically, “Bucky barnes. Are you flirting with me?” Your back hit the shelf behind you. “Aren’t you, like, a hundred years old?”

Bucky laughed as pinned you to the bookshelf. His metal hand coming up to grab onto the wood, caging you between him and the shelf as he slowly slid his leg in between yours. “Yeah, I am. What about it? It didn’t stop you from spying on me.” He noted the way you spread your legs to make room for his. “I know you want me.” He said, pressing his leg up in between yours.

You gasped again. Then chuckled and said, “Don’t be inappropriate right in front of grandma’s portrait, you weirdo.” Then you gently hit him on the head with the tiny book you’d been holding.

Bucky frowned then looked around, searching for the portrait. And it was right behind him. A large portrait of an old woman in a gilded frame, staring down at the two of you sternly.

Sorry, grandma.

He grabbed you and easily pulled you away, pinning you to the next closest bookshelf he found. His leg sliding in between yours again. “Now that grandma’s not watching,” He said, making you laugh. Fuck. He’d do anything to keep you laughing and happy like that. “Wanna tell me where I can be inappropriate then? Want me to take you out?” He asked, then couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss your neck, discreetly inhaling your perfume like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to do. Suddenly he wanted your scent everywhere. On his clothes. In his truck. On his bedsheets and pillows. “Is that what you’d like?” He asked, pulling away to look into your eyes. “A date? Where I spend the entire evening waiting and figuring out if you’d let me kiss you or not?”

“You won’t have to wait the entire evening.” You smirked at him. “I’d let you kiss me anytime.”

Fuck. His heart skipped a beat.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes.” You leaned in, sliding your hands around his neck to pull him closer. Bucky’s brain stopped working for a second or two as you kissed him.

He melted into your kiss. His hands grabbed you at the waist to pull you closer as he deepened the kiss. Your hands slid into his hair and he held you tightly against him, pressed up against his firm body as his mouth moved perfectly against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss as he slowly slipped his metal hand up your dress.

You gasped at his cold touch. His lips left yours momentarily to kiss along your jaw, and down your neck, nibbling on your skin and inhaling your addicting scent, making you sigh in pleasure as his hand found its way past your underwear.

“Can I touch you?” He mumbled into your ear, “Please say yes, baby. You’re killing me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, then whispered, “Yeah, you can touch me.”

Bucky groaned as he moved your underwear aside and ran his knuckles along your wet slit, smearing your wetness around. He chuckled when he felt that you were just as wet and ready for him as he hoped you’d be.

“See? You do want me.”

You whined at the sound of his cocky voice. You couldn’t help but look down to see his hand moving gently against your body as he teased you, his metal hand sliding in and out from in between your legs, disappearing under your dress each time his fingers dove in to tease your clit. Fuck, just the sight of his hand sent pleasant shivers down your back. You also noticed the growing bulge in his pants. You bit your lip at the sight of it, then looked up at him. He was already staring at you. So you silently pleaded, begging for more.

Bucky wanted more too. He pushed his two metal fingers inside you with ease and felt your warm walls immediately welcoming him in. He held your stare as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots which made you weak in the knees. You bucked your hips against his hand, still staring into his eyes, and he chuckled. “Does that feel good, baby?”

You nodded, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning. Because the store was empty, but anyone could walk in. They wouldn’t see you, but you didn’t want them to hear you either.

“Yeah? You want more?” Bucky asked, his fingers moving in and out of you perfectly. “Want me to taste you? Can I do that?” He mumbled and kissed down your neck, biting and licking your skin around your collar bones.

Meanwhile you lazily reached for him, palming him through his jeans and feeling his erection. You smirked to yourself as he grunted the moment you touched him. “All that for me?” You teased him.

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh into the crook of your neck. “Now who’s being inappropriate?”

You giggled, “You started this when–,”

The sound of the tiny bell above the entrance of your store ringing cut you off. You both froze then immediately pulled away from each other. You fixed your clothes quickly and gave Bucky a smirk before you went back to the front and greeted your customer.

Bucky couldn’t let himself be seen yet. Not until the raging hard on he had would calm down first. So he walked around, hiding behind bookshelves as he perused them. And once he was safe, he walked to the front and found you scanning some books before putting them in a bag for the customer – she was an old lady who lived near the lake. Bucky often saw her when he went for his frequent runs.

Bucky grabbed a random book and sat down at one of the many reading nooks. It hid him enough that he could stare at you leisurely, without being caught by Old Lake Lady. He could tell you felt his eyes on you, because you’d send quick glances his way even as you engaged in a conversation with the old lady about her cats and dogs.

Just minutes ago you were moaning in his ear with his fingers inside you, and here you were now, being nice and warm to a customer.

Bucky had to hide his smirk, at least until the lady was gone. Soon she’d wrapped up her stories, paid for her books, and left, leaving you two alone again. Bucky got up from the couch and approached you.

“Come over tonight,” He said. “I’ll make you dinner.”

He watched how you seemed surprised. Then rolled his eyes when you asked, “You can cook?”

He answered, proudly, “I’m over a hundred years old, you learn a thing or two when you’ve been alive that long.” A pause, then he added, “Plus recipe books help too.”

You laughed. “Okay, see you tonight then.”

“See you.”

Bucky left you with a wink.

—

When you got home that evening, you took over an hour to get ready for dinner. You caught yourself smiling a lot just thinking of Bucky and how he touched you earlier…

You sighed, impatient to see him again. But you didn’t want to seem too eager and show up at his house too early so you found something to keep you busy until it was a reasonable time to knock on his door. Plus, you wanted to bring him something nice so you ended up gathering flowers from your yard and made him a little bouquet.

It ended up being a pastel coloured bunch of flowers, pinks and lilacs with some white here and there. You decided it was cute enough for a first date. Was it even a date? Or was it just a casual dinner?

Before you could overthink yourself to death and find a way to get out of this, you grabbed a light cardigan and walked over to Bucky’s house.

Bucky answered after your very first knock. Almost too quickly.

You couldn’t help but tease him about it. “You were waiting by the door, weren’t you?”

“No.” He argued, “I’m just really quick to get the door. Don’t like to keep my guests waiting.”

“Sure,” You smirked as you walked into his home. Bucky shut the door behind you and turned to face you. “Here,” You handed him the bunch of flowers, “I picked them myself.”

You expected him to make some sassy comment, but he didn’t. “I’ve never been given flowers before.” He said, looking down at them. And you felt really proud. “Are they edible too?”

You laughed as you followed him further in. “No, they’re not. But they will bring some life and colour to your home.”

Bucky chuckled as he grabbed a vase and filled it with water to put the flowers in. “Are you saying my house looks lifeless and dark?”

“No,” You took a seat at the kitchen island table, and watched him as he placed the flower stems one by one into the vase. “I’m just saying it needs some colour. But I love the sombre and broody vibe you went for. It’s very… retired superhero-esque.”

And it was indeed. Dark floors, dark furniture. It was spacious and luxurious, with minimal furniture. You didn’t know if the minimalism was intentional or not. But either way, it suited Bucky. The large windows made up for the empty spaces. It allowed a lot of the outside in. Especially the rich, dark woods.

He gave you a playful glare before he grabbed two wine glasses and asked you, “You like red or white?”

“Red, please.”

He handed you a glass of red, clinked your glasses together then went back to the stove. “You’re welcome to snoop if you want.” He said, then heard you get off the stool at the island table and heard your footsteps walking around.

Bucky’s house was much closer to the woods than yours, and sometimes it felt like his house – much like him – preferred to blend in with the surroundings rather than stand out.

The kitchen was your favourite part so far. It was like a glass prism. No walls, but the woods hid it well from the other neighbours. And right now, as the sun set and the sky turned pinkish orange, it flooded the entire kitchen with those same colours.

Bucky let you snoop, and turned to the stove where he was concocting something that smelt divine. He glanced at you now and then, and noted the way you took in his home. The ground floor had an open concept look. So you could see the living room, the foyer, the large staircase – which led to the upper level where all the bedrooms and bathrooms were, the small conservatory, all could be seen from the kitchen.

He was rather proud of his home. But you weren’t saying anything yet. Did you not like it? Bucky wondered silently as he flipped the veggies he’d been grilling. “You like it?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“I do!”

Bucky looked up and found you in the middle of his dimly lit living room. You did a slow, mindless twirl as you took in all the random art he had mounted on his walls. Bucky was mesmerised. You, there, in that pretty dress – it messed with his head in the best way.

“What made you move here?”

Your question caught him off guard. He knew why he moved here, but he didn’t know if he could put it into words in a coherent way. But he did his best. Dinner was done, so he spoke as he plated everything.

“I had been thinking about retiring for years now.” He sighed. “I didn't wanna lose myself. Again. Or have to watch my friends die. Again.” He let out a sad chuckle. “You'd think I would be immune to losing people by now. But it hurts the same every time. Plus going on a mission and not knowing if everyone would make it back… It messes with your head.” He said. “So I decided to leave. I was worried it would make me seem like a coward. But then I realised, I shouldn’t care.”

He heard you coming back into the kitchen.

“Plus, it's hard to blend in when you’re me, you know?” He could see you in his periphery, getting closer to where he was. “After years of being who I was, and doing what I did, there’s not many places where I could go that would feel normal.”

Without saying a word, Bucky watched how you placed your glass down and came over to help him plate everything onto two dinner plates. He gave you a faint smile then continued, while the two of you moved around his kitchen gracefully. As if this was a daily thing.

“Then one day I decided to leave that life. But I still didn’t have a place to call home so I drove around, traveled and tried to find somewhere that was calm, and welcoming. Somewhere I could just be me, and not… what I was.” He paused, remembering the day he first came to this town. “I happened to be driving through here one day, and the weather got really bad. The rain was horrendous and the people I met at the pub told me it was dangerous to continue driving in a weather like that.” He chuckled at the memory, “And I told them, I’ve been out on missions in worse weather. Rain or sleet was nothing, I’ve been out during hurricanes and snowstorms.”

Your heart hurt for a moment, thinking about Bucky having to brave all sorts of storms.

Bucky continued, “Then, one of the old guys at the pub grabbed me by the shoulders and said ‘Well, you don’t have to be out in storms anymore’ and he offered me a place to stay for the night. And when I woke up the next day, I realised that no one cared about who I was or what I had done in the past. They were just kind and welcoming to me like I was a regular guy.” He looked up at you, smiled and said, “So I bought the land and the house here and stayed.”

You smiled back at him. “And that’s why you’re friends with all the old guys at the pub.”

“Yeah,” He added, smiling, “Although I am older than all of them.”

You laughed, and watched him as he placed the plates down. Once his hands were free, you grabbed one of them and squeezed it tight in your grip until he looked at you. His hand was warm in yours. And you decided that you liked holding his hand. You wanted to do it more often.

“You did the right thing by choosing your peace, Bucky.” You said, looking into his pretty eyes. “It's not selfish nor cowardly to want to keep yourself safe. To put yourself first. You helped save this world so many times. You deserve this break. I hope you know that.”

Bucky smiled and brought your intertwined hands up to his lips. Kissing your knuckles, he whispered, “Thank you.”

He looked so sincere and adorable, you almost pulled him in for a kiss right there and then. But instead you calmed yourself down and admired the beautiful man in front of you. His longish hair was nice and dry this time, and looked like he’d run his fingers through it many times. And he was wearing a white button up shirt too, something you just now noticed, with the sleeves rolled up till his elbows. The metal arm glistened in the golden light of the sunset.

Gods, he was beautiful. Who could ever be mean to this man?

To bring you both back to that playful mood you said, “Well, neighbour. I was promised dinner. And I’m kinda hungry.”

Bucky laughed and gently let go of your hand. He asked you if you wanted to dine in the conservatory, but you said the island table in the kitchen was fine. Plus, the view of the sky, the woods, and the mountains all at once was to die for.

“I think I’m in love with your house.” You said at some point during dinner, holding back moans because Bucky’s cooking was amazing.

He gave you a playful look as he sipped on his wine and replied, “Come visit anytime.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Maybe you should.”

You teased, “You just want me to bring you muffins and cookies, don’t you?”

Bucky laughed and said, “I’m having to work out twice as much ever since you started feeding me those sugary stuff. Gotta stay fit if I want you to keep looking at me like that.”

Your face felt hot when he said that. Okay, so maybe you were not being subtle when looking at him. Oh, god forbid a girl checks out her hot neighbour. You quickly changed the topic after that, not wanting him to know just how much his words and deep voice was affecting you.

You two talked about life in the small town, about the places you’d travelled to before moving here, Bucky made you laugh with his ridiculous stories about how people tend to come knocking on his door whenever they need help with moving stuff. Or how people in the neighbourhood just assumed he liked chopping wood so much they just pulled up in their own trucks to pick up some or they called him and asked him to deliver logs to their houses.

“Thankfully I have the truck,” He said, chuckling, “Otherwise I think I’d be seen carrying logs around on my shoulders for delivery.”

You giggled at the thought of him doing that. Then you realised, “I didn’t know you had a truck. I guess I’ve only ever seen you out on walks.”

He nodded, refilling your wine glass. “Yeah I don’t use it a lot though, I just drive up the mountains sometimes when I want to be alone. Plus the view from up there is insane.” Then he paused, thinking, and said, “I’ll take you up there, on a drive someday. If you want.”

“I’d love that.” You said, smiling from behind your wine glass.

–

After dinner you offered to help clean up, but Bucky politely refused. “Carry on snooping,” He said, “I’ll just load the dishwasher and come join you.” He refilled your wine glass one more time and sent you off.

You didn’t put up a fight, you wanted to see more of his home. So a short walk later, you found yourself in the large, circular conservatory. There were some couches about, a small dining table for four, and some plants and rugs. It was so cosy, it reminded you of your store. Minus the colours, because everything in here was dark green, or grey, or dark brown. But you didn’t mind it.

You admired Bucky’s backyard, which blended into the woods. You saw the chopping block where he chopped wood almost every morning. And you could see your house from here, part of it at least. Especially your bedroom window.

“That’s a pretty dress. I’m sorry I didn't say it earlier.” Bucky said as he walked into the conservatory as well, his own wine glass in hand.

And you were certain it wasn't just the wine that made your blood rush. You gave him a little twirl which made him chuckle. “Thanks,” You said, facing him once again. “I wore it just for you.” It was true. You had chosen the dark blue dress only because the moment you saw it in your closet, it reminded you of Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah?” He held your stare as he made his way over to you, placing his glass down on the small dining table on the way. He stopped right in front of you, letting his eyes roam all over you before he said, “Will you take it off for me as well?”

The wine gave you manic confidence, so you grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into you. “Is that what you want?”

Bucky’s eyes were intense as he stared at you. You finished your wine and set your glass down.

“I do.” Bucky said.

You spoke in a cocky tone, “Then why do I have to do all the work?”

He chuckled, “Come here then.” He pinned you to the nearest surface, the cold glass door of the conservatory which led to the backyard. He knew it was locked so he didn’t have to worry. “Let’s finish what we started earlier, yeah?”

He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He waited for a moment, silently asking if this was okay. And upon seeing you wanted this as much as he did, Bucky leaned in for a kiss. A proper one, a hungry one.

His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled and bit your lips. His hands roaming all over your body before he slid the straps of your dress down your arms, letting your dress bunch around your waist. Your dress didn’t require a bra so you were half naked in front of him in no time.

He kissed you ravenously, pulling you closer. Pouring everything he felt into the kiss. Desire, warmth, longing, lust. He couldn’t get enough.

“Bucky…” You gasped against his lips, you couldn’t wait any longer, “I want you.” Breathing fast, you tried to pull him closer, but this time he wouldn’t budge.

“Turn around,” He mumbled softly, pulling away a little to give you room to turn. He’d thought he would take his time and maybe get up to his bedroom and make sweet love to you. But fuck, the sight of you in that pretty dress was driving him insane. Again. He couldn’t wait.

You turned, facing the glass door and waited. The sky above was yet to turn black completely. It was that pretty dark blue colour. And the stars were starting to show. And everything was perfect. You brought your hands up to your chest, not wanting to press your bare body to the cold glass.

But Bucky didn’t like that. He pressed against your back. Your bare skin against the cool fabric of his shirt. He grabbed your wrists in his metal hand and pinned them above your head, stretching your torso in a way that had you whining already, and he had barely touched you yet. He whispered into your ear, “Keep them there for me.” So gently, his deep voice made you tremble.

You nodded, then he shoved his warm hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. Where you needed him since earlier today. You whined and trembled, your bare chest pressing against the cool glass when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he whispered into your ear, “You’re so wet for me. Have you been like that all throughout dinner? Hmm?” He cooed. “While you sat across from me, looking all sweet and nice, were you just dripping for me all along?”

Fuck. Who knew he had such a foul mouth?

“Bucky,” You whimpered, “Please.”

He chuckled, his finger moving in and out of you in a way that made you move your hips, demanding more but he wouldn’t give it to you yet. “Aww, baby. Poor you.” His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. “I should punish you for not telling me about this little situation earlier.”

Your dress was hanging on to your body around your waist, Being half naked while he was still fully dressed made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, thanking all the gods that Bucky didn’t have any other neighbours.

“Tell me.” He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body squirm and grind against him. “How long have you been this wet, baby?”

“Oh damn you.” You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldn’t get enough. “Ever since we were interrupted at the store earlier today.”

His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been thinking about me all day then? Huh? Have you been thinking about what could’ve happened if we weren’t interrupted earlier? About how I would’ve fucked you nice and hard against that bookshelf? Hmm?”

“Yes…” You whimpered as he kept fucking you with his fingers even as you came, trembling against him. His fingers slid in and out of you with ease now. “I thought about you, about us, all day.” You whispered quietly, your warm breath fogging up the cold glass in front of you.

He didn’t care that you came already. He wanted more. So he reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things.

“And what did you do? Did you touch yourself after I left? Or did you rush home and take care of it?” He asked, “Or did you wait till now?”

“Please…” You begged. “I waited, I promise.”

“Oh?” He chuckled, slowing down his movements purposely. “You waited, huh?” He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder.

“Yes…” You whined. “I did. Cause I wanted you to touch me and make me feel good. Please, Bucky, make it feel good.”

“Oh baby,” He whispered, kissing around your ear, along your jaw. “I’ve got you.

Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.

“Yes…” You panted.

“I’m gonna make it feel good, okay?” He mumbled into your ear as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out.

It had been a while since you got laid. So Bucky felt huge inside you. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. His metal hand left your wrists and came down to grab you by the waist, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you just like how you hoped he would. Fast. Deep. Hungrily.

He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls. “You feel so fucking good, you know that? My pretty girl…”

You moaned quietly, shamelessly, your body slamming into the glass with each one of his thrusts, and fuck if it didn’t turn you on more.

“Tight little thing, aren’t you? Gripping me like you’re never gonna let go,” He chuckled in that cocky way you loved. “I’m right here, baby. I’ve got you now.” He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. “Whenever you want me to make you feel good, I’ll do it. You hear me? I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

You nodded, your legs starting to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly. His fingers still teasing your clit and making you lose your mind.

“Bucky–,” You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding.

His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. “Fuck, baby,” He came while biting down on your shoulder.

You leaned against the glass door, limp and satiated. You had to blink a couple times to come back from that high. The glass was completely fogged up in front of your face as you pulled away to breathe deeply.

Bucky held you gently. Wrapping his arms around you, his cock still inside you, throbbing. “You okay?”

You giggled, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder. “I’m okay.” You replied. “You?”

“Yeah. Perfect.” A pause, then he said. “I gotta buy some condoms if we’re gonna do this often. I wasn’t exactly planning on–,” He hesitated. “You know…”

You giggled again. “Yeah I know. Me neither.”

Then you both laughed and Bucky helped you clean up as best he could before he walked you back to your house. You kissed him goodnight, and he said he hoped to see you soon. You exchanged numbers and then pulled him in for another kiss before he left.

—

The following day Bucky dropped by the store and saw that it was packed. Of course, you’d told him over text that Fridays tend to get a little busy. Teens come over to get homework done after school. Some people came to get books for the weekend. Others just came to talk to you and ask about your week. The younger kids dropped by after school for snacks because they knew they’d miss it given you didn’t open during weekends.

So Bucky only had a minute or two to say hi and give you a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Can I see you tonight? If you don’t have plans?” He asked.

You seemed sad when you replied, “I’m pet-sitting for someone tonight. And I’m going over to a friend's house for dinner on Saturday night. Can we meet on Sunday?”

He grumpily agreed. Because what did you mean he had to wait for two nights to see you again?

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep on Friday night. So he ended up texting you:

Saturday night was no different. He couldn’t sleep. But he didn’t want to text you again and seem desperate. Even though he was very much desperate. And he was pleasantly surprised when he received a text from you:

Needless to say, when you showed up at his house in the morning, all other plans went out the window because after breakfast, the two of you spent almost the whole day in Bucky’s bedroom.

—

And so, weeks passed.

You and Bucky got more and more involved in each other’s lives. Taking turns sleeping over at each other’s house. You weren’t putting a label on it. Yet. But it was solid, whatever you two had. And it was comforting and warm. Knowing you had someone else to rely on, a shoulder to lean on after a long day, knowing you could just walk over to the house next door whenever you wanted company was nice.

Bucky came over to yours a lot. Randomly. Sometimes he’d come over and help you with your garden, or keep you company as you fed the birds and the wild rabbits, or helped you whenever you made dinner for the two of you. It was… peaceful, the budding romance.

You began joining Bucky on his daily evening walks. Usually, he’d come by your store at around closing time, and he’d wait till you closed and locked the place, then you would both take the long way home. People in the neighbourhood began noticing, and when the older ladies would visit your store they’d tease you about it, singing all sorts of praises about how much of a good guy Bucky was, and how helpful.

Bucky mentioned that the old guys at the pub would tease him about it too. Telling him how lucky he was that he found such a sweet, kind, and pretty girl.

“I am, you know?” He said to you one night, over the phone.

“What?” You asked, holding the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you were tidying up your study room, finally deciding to put it to use. You wanted to turn it into your at home library. Make it nice and cosy like those reading nooks you’d set up at the store.

“Lucky,” He answered. “To have you.”

His reply made you pause in the middle of your slightly messy study room.

Bucky continued, “When I decided to leave everything and move here, I knew the people around here were friendly and kind. But I had given up all hope I had of finding, you know, my person.”

You smiled to yourself, feeling a little sad thinking about Bucky and how he thought he’d have to spend the rest of his days all alone here. You wanted to tell him you felt the same. You wanted to tell him that you’d given up on dating as well, after uni. You liked the people in this town, and you’d been on a few dates since you moved here. But you were always so busy taking care of your grandmother that you could never quite commit. And then after she passed you were not emotionally stable, especially given your family didn’t even reach out to ask you how you were doing and how you were dealing with everything. So you kind of just… gave up as well.

And then you met Bucky.

“And then I met you.” His voice was steady, firm as he repeated your thoughts.

“Oh Buck,” You sighed. “Why don’t you come over? You’ve got me all emotional now.”

Bucky chuckled. “You just want me to come over so we can fuck, don’t you?”

You laughed. “No,” You argued, “I actually need you for something.” You said, looking around trying to find something, an excuse to use to you can get him to come over. You didn’t know what it was, but the vulnerability in his tone made you want to wrap your arms around him and keep him safe from the rest of the world. And now, you just needed to see him. Plus, you didn’t want him to be alone. Not after what he just told you. Besides, you had to tell him you felt the same and you didn’t wanna do that over the phone. “I have a huge bookshelf I need to move. Can you come help?” You lied. The bookshelf was perfect where it was.

Bucky let out a dramatic sigh, “Fine. I knew it, you just want me around because I’m handy.”

You laughed as you hung up the phone.

Less than a minute later, Bucky was up in your study, lugging around your bookshelf as you instructed him where to place it. And after a few more minutes of deciding, you settled on having the bookshelf exactly where it initially was.

Bucky gave you a confused look that had you giggling as he placed the shelf back down to where it was. “Well this was a waste of time.” He mumbled.

“Maybe,” You teased, sitting down on the edge of the nearby desk. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you flexing those muscles.” You were only partially lying. Because he did look good in that extra tight black t-shirt. His silver chain caught the light the same way his metal arm did. “Come here.” You extended out your arms for him to walk into.

And he did, sighing dramatically and mumbling something about how he was right about you only wanting him for his incredibly amazing body. But he did walk into your arms. And smiled down at you as you wrapped your arms around him.

“You know, I didn’t ask you to come here for the bookshelf.”

He smirked, “I know.” A pause, then he said, “Did what I said earlier scare you? Did you call me here to dump me?” He asked, raising his eyebrow and glaring at you in that playful manner of his.

You laughed. “I could never dump you.” You leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his chest, inhaling his masculine scent and said, “I wanted to tell you that I had given up as well. But, things have changed ever since I met you too.” You finally looked up and met his eyes. Bucky’s ocean blue ones were focused on you as you finally confessed, “And I really like you, Bucky.”

His face softened as he looked down at you. Then he lowered his face, placing his palms on the surface of the desk till he was face to face with you. And he said, “I really like you too.” He leaned in for a sweet, deep kiss.

You slid your fingers into his hair and he smiled into the kiss when he felt you tugging on his hair. He grabbed you by the thighs and pulled you closer as he stepped in between your legs.

Bucky pulled away just a little, keeping his lips pressed against the side of your mouth as he said, “But you know, as much as I like you, I can’t be going around doing manual labour for free.” His hands massaged your thighs in a way that had you whimpering for him already. “So, what will you give me?”

You smiled, running your hands all over his muscular shoulders and chest. “I made fresh cookies this morning.”

He chuckled. “Not enough.” He pulled away to look at you, “Nowhere near enough.”

“Well,” You held his stare and asked, “What do you want then?” You gently reached down, wrapped your fingers around his wrist and guided it in between your legs. “You want that?”

“Yeah.” Bucky immediately cupped your clothed core. Possessively.

“You can have that.” You said, breathlessly.

He groaned. “You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He shook his head, “Take all that off then, let me see what you’re offering.”

You smirked, holding his stare as you lifted your dress up and removed your underwear before sitting on the edge of the desk again, spreading your legs so he could just look at you down there.

Bucky placed his hands on your thighs again, spread them further apart, and took his time inspecting your wet folds. He mindlessly dragged a metal finger up and down your slit, making you shiver and moan as he touched you but barely.

His eyes trailed up to your tits, and his other hand reached up to pinch a clothed nipple, making you yelp. “Ow!” You frowned at him.

“What?” He chuckled, “You’re all mine. I’m allowed to play with you.”

“That hurt.”

He smirked. “I know it did.” He held your stare as he got down on his knees so his mouth was mere inches away from your clit. “Now, keep your legs spread for me. Just like this. Open for me. Okay?”

You nodded, looking down in between your legs as he leaned in and pressed his mouth shamelessly to your wetness.

His tongue, his lips, the gentle suction of his warm mouth – it was all too much, too good. He moved his head side to side, his coarse stubble brushing against your soft inner thighs. You whined and trembled, trying to keep your voice down as he made you lose your mind by eating you out like a starved man.

“All mine, yeah?” He whispered, looking up at you with his mouth just barely hovering above your clit. “My girl.” He smiled, then got back to it, the lower half of his face was completely submerged in your wet cunt.

Your fingers slid into his hair again, gently guiding him as he made it feel so good it almost hurt.

You came with a yelp and a moan, riding his face and tugging on his hair.

Bucky smiled as he pulled away and stood back up. “You taste so good, baby. Thank you.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off his damp lips. “I should be thanking you.” You said quietly.

“No,” He argued, licking his lips then added, “That was selfishly all for me.”

You chuckled, then pulled him in for a kiss.

How did you get so lucky?

—

Eventually, Bucky ended up taking you up the mountains in his truck. His large, all black Ford Raptor was nice and clean, it smelled like new leather and it was comfortable too.

While driving up, Bucky kept his hand on your thigh, and you couldn’t help but feel giddy each time you looked down to see him mindlessly caressing your thigh. Then you’d look up and find him driving with just one hand, and that simple act was so hot for no reason.

Easy, tiger.

You managed to keep your hands to yourself the entire drive up.

Bucky came to a stop at a well-known spot. People often drove here to look at the view. And it was so worth it. You could see everything from here. The woods, the lake, the houses and the lights coming on in the streets given that the sun was starting to set now. You could spot your house and Bucky’s as well.

The woods up here were extra dense so it was darker than everywhere else, and the sky was quickly changing colours. From pink to orange, to a darker blue right before your eyes. But none of it compared to the man beside you who was rambling about how nice it was that you baked muffins especially for this little date.

“I’m dying to have some of–,”

You cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him. Bucky was surprised but quickly went along, kissing you back with almost just as much hunger. “Make some room for me.” You mumbled in between kisses. “I hope you have condoms in your truck. Please say you do.”

Bucky understood immediately, and pushed his seat back just enough to allow you to move from the passenger side to his lap, straddling him. He smiled into the kiss as he slowly trailed his hands downwards till they rested at the curve of your butt. “I did bring some.”

“Perfect.” You could feel his warmth on your skin even through the material of the skirt you’d chosen to wear for this date, and it made your heart race even more. “I need you so badly. Can I have you? Please?” You asked, placing your forehead against his.

Bucky pulled you even closer, kissing down your chin as he said, “You can have whatever you want, baby.”

You sighed in bliss as he kissed down your neck, playfully biting and nibbling on your skin.

Bucky pulled away to look at you, “By the way, you’re not subtle. I saw you squirming in your seat the whole way here.” He whispered in that cocky tone of his, one of his hands slipping under your shirt, gently caressing your skin. “You know when you want me you can just ask, right? You don’t have to wait. I will pull over for a quickie anytime.”

You chuckled, nuzzling his cheek as you said, “I don’t wanna seem like all I think about when I’m with you is how good you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, gripping your thighs tighter. “Who knew such a sweet girl had such a filthy mouth, huh?”

You leaned in to kiss him again, and both of his hands found their way under your shirt, pulling at the hem. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away to get rid of your top. You threw it somewhere in the backseat before leaning in to kiss Bucky again. Your hands slid into his hair, his hands inched up your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You quickly got rid of that as well, baring your breasts to him.

He wasted no time before leaning in and taking one of your nipples into his warm mouth. He moaned, mouth wrapped around one of your tits as he sucked gently. Your back arched, giggling and gasping as he teased you. You found your hips moving against his, grinding against him.

You gasped as he sucked hungrily on your skin, moving up to your collar bones, down to your breasts and back up. Bucky chuckled when you tugged on his hair, getting more and more impatient and needy. Oh, he loved you in moods like these.

“Stop fucking teasing me.” You whispered, grounding your hips against his jeans.

He smirked, looking down to where your skirt had inched up your legs, revealing your thighs even more, “Yeah? Well, you’re my girl. I’ll do whatever I want with you.” He leaned in for a proper kiss. “To you. I’ll tease you for hours if I want to.”

You playfully bit his lip, making him hiss in pain before he chuckled against your mouth. “Stop wasting time please, I want to fuck you.”

He laughed, pushing his face against your bare chest and kissing the soft skin between your breasts. “You’ve turned into a little monster, you know that?

You let out a little laugh, “Oh shut up. You made me like this.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, smirking like the cocky little shit he was. “I know.”

You grabbed him by the chin and said, “No more teasing.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss your neck again. “You smell so fucking good. I could just eat you up.” He whispered against your skin as his hands slipped under your skirt, his thumbs caressing your inner thighs – making you gasp and whimper quietly as his fingers teased you in between your legs through your underwear. “Too bad we don’t have enough room for me to taste you right now. Later though, okay? When we get home.”

“Bucky…” You whined as he leaned down to suck on your tits again, more greedy than earlier as he toyed with your wet folds and clit at the same time

Your impatient hands were at the zipper of his pants in no time.

He finally looked up and gave you a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust. “Go on, baby. Take it out, it’s all yours.” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier. Bucky reached for the condom and handed it to you. He fucking loved how you tore it open and put it on him each time. “Good job, baby.” He said, once you were done.

His voice made you shiver. And only then did you realise that there was a light drizzle outside, which made the air even colder, making you crave his body heat even more. Making this even hotter.

You lifted off of his lap at the same time as you both lowered his pants and underwear to free his erected cock. Bucky groaned impatiently as he grabbed your hips, pulled your thin underwear to the side and aligned his cock to your entrance before gently lowering you down on him.

You moaned as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in. “Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss. “You okay, baby? You need a moment?”

You shook your head, no you didn’t need a moment. What you needed was more of him. “Just… move, please, you feel so good.” You whispered, kissing down his rough cheek as he obeyed, and moved, knowing exactly how you liked it.

You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little forward so as to not hit the roof of the truck too hard.

“Fuck…,” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter. “You feel so fucking good.”

Bucky threw his head back against the headrest, watching you with lust-drunk eyes. He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “You’re fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“All yours.” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in time with his thrusts. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, and the feral look in them only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lower lip as he thrust his hips up harder into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came so close to coming undone for him. “Bucky…”

“You’re gonna come for me?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock, huh?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please, can I come?”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on, baby. Come all over my cock. Come for me…” Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath.

Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling in the condom as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just fucked you like an animal.

You caught your breath, wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart. “You’re right,” You said, while catching your breath, “This feels like a real date.”

He laughed and kissed you on the forehead.

And there you stayed, in his arms as you two watched the sun set and watched how the town lit up.

—

More time passed. Bucky officially asked you to be his girlfriend by showing up at the store early one morning, after you two had spent the weekend apart yet again. And he came with flowers, a look on his face which stated that he hadn’t slept well.

“Oh Buck…” You pulled him into your arms the moment you saw those sleepy, tired eyes. “What happened to you?”

He mumbled, his voice low and tired as well. “Can’t sleep when you’re not there.”

“Aww, baby.” You kissed his gorgeous face, then noticed the flowers in his hand. “For me?”

He nodded, handing them to you. “Please let me be your boyfriend. I can’t do this no label thing anymore. I won’t tie you down or anything, but I…” He struggled to find the right words, “I just wanna be able to sleep knowing you’ll come back to me again each time you leave, or spend the weekend away.”

You felt like tearing up and laughing at the same time. So you accepted the flowers and kissed him instead. “I’ll always come back to you.” You promised. “And yes, you can be my boyfriend.” You kissed him again. “It’s a good thing I’m not close to my parents anymore. How would I explain having a century-old boyfriend?”

He didn’t find that funny, so he chased you around the store until he finally cornered you against one of the shelves – well away from your grandma’s portrait – and kissed you until you were breathless.

—

One evening, Bucky got a call. It was you.

So he answered with a smile. “Hi baby. What is it this time?” He teased. “You need me to move another piece of furniture? Or are you calling again to ask if you can come watch me run shirtless around the lake? If so, I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’m not planning on going for a run today.”

He frowned when all he heard was silence on your side. Silence, and a shaky breath.

“Baby?”

“Uh, Buck?” That shaky, scared tone of your voice wiped the smile right off his face.

“What is it?” He asked, already panicking and looking for the keys of his truck, in case he needed to come get you from somewhere. You had told him you’d be out running errands earlier. “Where are you? What is it? Are you okay?”

His heart raced thinking about all the times he’d hear silence on the comms when he was out on missions. The silence was like all those terrible memories come back, flooding his brain again. And he couldn’t help but imagine the worst possible scenarios.

His voice was close to cracking as he asked, in a panicked tone, “Baby, please tell me you’re okay.”

He heard a sniffle, and his heart almost dropped. You were not okay. His blood rushed, his heart beat faster than normal.

“Bucky,” Your voice sounded broken, “This is so stupid,” You sounded disappointed in yourself. “I, um, I came deeper into the woods to get those purple edible flowers but um, I think I’m lost?”

His heart sank. His blood froze. Fuck.

Another sniffle. Your voice cracked as you spoke, “I’ve been walking around in circles and I can’t…” Another shaky exhale, “I can’t get out. It’s been hours. It’s starting to get really dark, Bucky. Please–,” The call ended abruptly.

When he tried calling you back, he couldn’t reach you. Something to do with network issues.

Bucky felt like his world was crumbling down all over again. Like he was gonna lose another person dear to him. For a moment, he remained frozen in the middle of his house. His mind taking him back to those brutal days of missions and death and darkness he thought he’d walked away from.

No, no, no.

This wasn’t a mission. He reminded himself. He would get you back, he would get you back safe and sound.

“Just please be okay, baby. Please.” He whispered under his breath as he took off running, through his backyard and into the woods. He ran in the direction of where he knew you had the habit of plucking those flowers. He didn’t care that it was starting to drizzle and all he was wearing was a t-shirt.

It was starting to get dark, and he only had a few hours to get to you before it got completely dark out. Fuck, he didn’t even bring a light with him.

“I’m coming, baby.” He mumbled under his breath as he ran deeper into the woods. “Don’t you worry.”

He called out your name multiple times while he ran, stopping every few minutes to listen if you answered his calls. Or if he could hear anything at all.

Come on, baby. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

At one point, he was deep enough that when he stopped to listen, he could hear animals howling, and owls screeching.

Fuck. This is a fucking horror movie.

He couldn’t help but think about all those times he ran through woods to find and help his friends and teammates, worried sick during the search and not knowing what state he’d find them in.

Please, baby. Please, be okay. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not like this. Not now. I want more time. Please, please, please.

He called out your name again. And again. Louder each time, his throat burning.

Finally, he stopped near a stream just to recalibrate. His panicked brain only showed him disturbing images of you hurt, or attacked by an animal, or worse–

Then he saw it. A single purple flower floating down the stream. Followed by a lot more. It was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. He frowned, wondering if he was seeing things or if it was truly those damned flowers you liked to pluck for your baking.

He reached for one and grabbed it, clutching it in his hand he took a deep breath. Okay, if he followed the stream maybe he’d get to where you are, he reasoned. So that’s what he did. He ran up the stream, careful not to slip and fall.

The woods were getting darker and darker, but he was used to navigating in the dark. It wasn’t easy, but he was better at it than regular humans.

So Bucky ran, for what felt like forever, until he saw a spot of red on top of a fallen tree trunk.

He stopped running when he saw you, his chest burning with how fast he’d been running. And for how long. Must be about an hour or two by now. But there you were, sitting on a log, with your red coat around you and your hood on. Fuck, you were probably freezing too.

As he got closer he noticed your body shaking with quiet sobs, your boots muddy and your basket of fucking flowers on the ground.

“There you are.” He said, breathlessly. “Baby?”

Relief and exhaustion. A million thoughts and feelings coursing through him, he felt like he was going to explode. The only thing that felt like it tethered him to earth was the feeling of your body colliding into his chest as you ran into his arms. So hard that it almost knocked him off his balance.

“Bucky!” You sobbed.

He was still breathing faster than he’d ever had. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. Are you hurt?” He pulled away to look at you, “Look at me! Are you hurt?”

How many times had he found his friends unconscious? Or with broken limbs? Or with bullet holes all over their bodies? For a moment, he was back in that life. That life filled with tragedy and pain.

“No,” You spoke, teary eyed and voice shaking with panic and relief all at once. “My phone ran out of battery and–,” You let out a breath. “I was scared you wouldn’t find me.”

He pulled you into his arms again, hugging you tighter than earlier, “Why wouldn’t I find you? I was worried sick. I thought–,” He stopped talking. Fuck. He needed to get a grip and calm those racing thoughts.

A strange anger washed over him. Mainly because he was disappointed. Why hadn’t he gone out with you? You would’ve never gotten lost if he was with you. Fuck, what other dangers would you find yourself in due to his carelessness? What if next time–

He blinked a couple of times and just said, “Come on, let’s go.”

You noted the change in his tone and demeanor, but you didn’t say anything. You just followed him, wiping your tears and cursing the flowers in your basket.

“I didn’t even realise I’d gotten this deep.” You spoke, looking ahead at Bucky’s back while he walked ahead and led the way.

He didn’t say anything.

“I only realised I went off my regular path when I started hearing all the animals.” You spoke, still staring at Bucky’s back. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” You asked softly.

You got only silence from him. You could tell his mind was racing. But you didn’t understand the silent treatment.

“Bucky?” You called out.

He didn’t reply.

“Say something.” You demanded.

He stopped. And you nearly bumped into his back. When Bucky turned around to face you, he seemed different. Still. So still like he wasn’t breathing. It felt like he was a statue. The look in his eyes was blank. He was looking at you, but it felt like he was looking through you.

It scared you how quiet he was. “Bucky?”

“I thought I was gonna find you broken and maimed.” He finally said. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to go out and search places. Trying to find my teammates, or friends. Desperate to find them, or even a–,” He swallowed. “Or even a part of them.”

You were quiet this time. And there was only silence, except for the light rain hitting the leaves around you.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said. “Look, I was just scared when I called you. There’s nothing around here that could hurt me like that.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He said. His voice was bitter. He finally looked at you, dead in the eyes and said, “Be smart. I ran for hours to get to you. I thought I’d find you dead. Why would you even get this far into the woods?” He finally snapped out of the trance he was in, getting heated with emotions now. “We don’t even know what lives in these woods! Nobody does!”

You understood where he was coming from. But you didn’t appreciate the tone. “Why are you being mean to me? You’re acting like I chose to get lost. I didn’t mean to, Buck!” You got angry too. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for ruining your fucking evening.” You sassed. “I won’t do it again.”

“Damn right you won’t!” He raised his voice just as much as you did. “I’m not letting you into these woods alone ever again!”

“You don’t own me! I’ll go wherever I want!” Your mind couldn’t think properly. You were exhausted and still in panic mode. “I’ll even run away from you if I want to!”

A second of silence as he processed your angry words. Then, “Fine!” He hissed. “Don't call me crying to come rescue you then next time you get lost doing what you want!”

As much as you were angry at him, your lips trembled at the sound of his tone. “If I had someone else, literally anyone else I could rely on, I would've never called you in the first place.” You stated. Then, despite not wanting to, you teared up again. Your voice cracking as you said, “But I have no one.”

“I have no one either!” Bucky said, “Don’t you see that? I was– I was scared I was gonna lose you too.” He sounded tired, and disappointed. “I fucking love you, and it kills me that you could be so easily taken from me! You don’t think that scares me to death every single fucking day?!”

You couldn’t handle it. The panic and pain in his voice, the way Bucky looked heartbroken, the way he looked like he was reliving painful memories and the way you couldn’t do anything about it, the multitude of emotions running through your head at the sound of his confession…

You couldn’t bear the shattered look on his face. So you took off running. In the other direction.

Behind you, you could hear Bucky screaming, “Baby, for fuck’s sake!”

But you didn’t stop. You kept running, ditching the basket and wiping your tears.

“Get back here!”

You could hear Bucky’s calls, but you didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to do. No one had ever made you feel that many emotions all at once ever again. Fuck, even dealing with your emotionally unavailable family was easier than this. Bucky was like an avalanche. Inescapable. Fierce. Passionate. And he destroyed all of your fears and your worries. He was so… colossal. He took over your life completely lately. And it messed with your head. Disorienting, but in the best ways.

“Go away!” You sobbed. You were completely drenched at this point, the rain getting heavier and heavier, running for your life like a madwoman. Trying to get away from Bucky like he wasn’t the only person you ever wanted to run to for the rest of your life.

You heard his footsteps, running, chasing and closer to you than earlier.

You managed to run faster, finally able to put some distance between you two… only to trip on a fallen branch. You cursed before getting up, now with leaves and dirt sticking to you.

You heard him. He was closer. Closer. “Baby, please.” He begged, his voice getting louder.

You ran faster. Hoping to be able to somehow lose him and make your way back out of the woods somehow, and hide. Why? You didn’t know.

But you couldn’t do that because right when you were about to make a sharp turn, Bucky grabbed you by the elbow and tackled you to the ground. Luckily you both fell on a soft, wet patch of moss rather than rocks or something.

“Don’t run from me. I just found you.” He growled, straddling your squirming body and pinning your hands above your head. “What the hell did I say that made you run, huh? Am I not allowed to care for you?”

You were still breathless. “You piss me off, Bucky!” You answered, heart racing.

“Do I now?” He sounded cocky again. Far away from that strange trance he was in earlier, haunted by his past memories.

Your body was warm because of how fast your heart was pumping blood but the rain falling from above was cold, so cold. The contrast was somehow maddening. Like Bucky.

“Yes! And you are so mean!” You squirmed, trying to get free.

“Stop moving!” He hissed. “I’m allowed to care, you hear me?”

“You’re not allowed to be mad over something I had no control over.” You argued.

“Yes I fucking am! I’m fucking allowed to be mad where my girl’s safety is concerned.”

That shut you up. Bucky’s smirk sent a chill down your spine.

“That’s not why you ran, is it?” He leaned down, his face hovering above yours. The damp strands of his hair tickling your face. “Is it because of what I said? About how I love you? Did you want a more romantic confession? Hmm? A cute little picnic? More flowers?” He taunted, his voice doing things to you that resulted in you feeling your arousal drip out of you. “Well that’s what I had in mind for tonight, you know? I was waiting for you at home, I was gonna make you your favourite dinner, and spout some fucking poetry to let you know how I feel but no.” He tightened his grip on your wrists. “You just had to run into these damn woods and get lost, didn’t you?”

A tear fell down your face, disappearing into the moss under you. Fuck. You loved Bucky so much it physically hurt.

“What is it, baby?” His voice was colder than the rain, “Did I scare you with that? Huh?”

You sniffled. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took in a deep breath, but he was so close that you inhaled his scent as well. His cologne and his sweat was a heady mix, paired with the scent of the rain and your surroundings. You didn’t even know why you were crying.

Bucky shut you up again with a kiss. A punishing, deep kiss. His hands let go of your wrists, coming down to grab your red coat at the neckline, ripping it open. You heard the buttons go flying around, then he grabbed the dress you were wearing under the coat, again at the neckline, and easily tore it off your body, baring your breasts to him since you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra to come to the woods.

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you. Above him, the sky was a darker shade of blue. His eyes demanded a silent question. He would back off immediately if you asked him to.

But you didn’t.

So he held your stare as he leaned down to take one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting and alternating between the two of them.

You gasped and moaned and squirmed under him. The tension from earlier forgotten for now. Drops of water constantly dripped on the two of you, thankfully the pine trees took the brunt of the now heavy rain. But you could hear it, the sound of the rain falling. The grunts and groans coming from Bucky’s mouth, the sound of your moaning, the chill in the air. It was all too much.

Bucky’s mouth moved from your breasts and kissed down your drenched torso, sucking the rain off your skin until he reached your inner thighs where he parted your legs and settled in between them. He slid your underwear to the side, and you moaned shamelessly when you felt his warm, wet tongue lick down your folds.

His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance, occasionally flicking your throbbing clit mercilessly until you screamed his name. Your hands immediately gripped his hair and tugged gently at his wet hair.

Your torn clothes were getting soiled but you didn’t care. Neither did he.

He licked and sucked relentlessly, “You taste so fucking good…” He whispered as he ate you out until you whined, throwing your head back and moaning at how good he felt. His warm mouth pressed against your most intimate part, his tongue stroking you.

He growled when your hips instinctively bucked against his mouth. You whined as the sounds he made reverberated through your entire body, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

“What is it? You want more?” He taunted. “Thought you were mad at me just now. Don’t I piss you off anymore?”

You felt tingles shooting through you as he teased you incessantly. Even in the darkness, you could sense that his piercing eyes were wild and fierce, staring up at you from in between your legs.

“Oh damn you.” You hissed, your heart overflowing with all the love you had for him.

“You’re all mine…” he whispered, thrusting his tongue deeper into you. You moaned and whimpered, your body getting warmer and warmer with each touch of his tongue. “You hear me? All mine.” He said.

“Please, Buck…” You felt your walls tighten around nothing, and you knew you were close. You could only moan and whimper as he kept licking deeper into you, your back arching off the cold ground. You felt him quicken his pace and you felt the pressure building up in between your hips until you couldn’t handle it anymore, and you came undone all over his lips, moaning and whimpering. Your naked body drenched in the rain.

Bucky tore your underwear off, he’d never had to use such brute strength before, but he did now. And it only made you throb and want him more. His metal hand found itself around your throat as he parted your legs and pushed his cock into you without wasting a second, stretching you out.

Condoms be damned. You both needed this, you thought.

It felt so raw, primal, and dirty, being fucked on the forest floor by a man like Bucky. Broad shoulders, metal arm, hair damp and messy. His t-shirt and jeans sticking to him like a second skin while you were naked under him.

“Sure you didn’t think you could run and hide from me, baby, did you? Or maybe you secretly did want to be fucked like this? Hmm?” He questioned, knowing you weren’t in a headspace to answer him given his hand was around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you – he knew your brain was a foggy mess. “My pretty girl. You’re so easily affected by a raised voice, huh? You couldn’t handle it? I spoil you too much, don’t I? You’re so fucking soft, look at you.” He scoffed, “Crying and throwing a tantrum the moment I raise my voice at you.”

But you couldn’t argue. All you could so was whine and moan as he began fucking into you hard and fast. There was nothing gentle about it. He was wild like his surroundings, and passionate, animalistic, fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. And you enjoyed every bit of it.

He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, leaning down and growling right in your ear and telling you that you belonged to him. “All mine.”

The cold didn’t matter now that his warm, though damp and clothed, body was pressing down on you. Something about you being completely naked while he was still dressed made the moment all the more raw and dirty.

“All yours.” You managed to choke out.

You were a moaning mess under him, your hands finding their way into his hair as he fucked you nice and hard. It was all overwhelming, his voice, his weight on top of you, his cock thrusting in and out of you repeatedly…

He released your throat and placed his hand on your abdomen, his metal hand pressing down on your front so he can feel himself inside you with each thrust. He stared into your eyes while he sped up into you again. “There I am. You feel that? That’s me fucking my girl.” He said, thrusting into your extra hard to prove his point. He smirked when your body squirmed under him. “What did you say earlier? That you’d run from me if you wanted to?” He boasted, “Try running now, baby.”

All you could do was moan, clenching your eyes shut as you felt like you were losing your mind under him.

“Look at me, hey, hey!” He tapped your cheek gently to get you to open your eyes. “Look at me,” His tone was gentle now. “Are you gonna come frolicking around here alone again? Huh? Are you?”

You shook your head, unable to speak coherently.

“Answer me. Use your words, come on.” He insisted. “You were so bratty earlier, what happened, huh? Use your words baby, come on tell me. Are you?”

“No, please. I won’t. I promise.”

“Good girl. Now come for me.”

You cried out, feeling him speed up into you. “Bucky, I–,”

“Shh, baby.” He sounded much calmer now. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’m right here.” He mumbled into your ear. “Your man’s here, I've got you. Just let go and come for me, that’s it. Just come.”

He pressed his lips to yours as he made you come first, his mouth swallowing your moans as you orgasmed before he pulled out and came all over your inner thighs.

You both caught your breaths. Bucky pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you.” He whispered. Over and over again. It was pouring now. The rain washing over you both, taking away the tension with it.

“You’re all I have, Buck.” You confessed, breathlessly. “And I love you. So much. And when you got angry earlier… I’ve never seen that side of you before. It scared me. You’re all I have and you were mad at me. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Bucky sighed, leaning in to press his forehead down against yours. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He sounded genuine. “You scared me too. I thought– I didn’t mean to be angry at you. I just– that was wrong of me. I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.” You sniffled.

Bucky pulled away to look down at you. You could see it well, but you could’ve sworn his eyes were teary too. “Let’s get you home.”

—

He took you to his house, and didn’t stop apologising or touching you in that gentle way of his. Not in the shower, not when he tucked you both in and pulled you closer in bed, not when he made sure you’d eaten something and drank plenty of water.

And especially not when he made love to you again. Slow, and passionate love. Fingers laced together, his body on top of yours, his cock moving in and out of you languidly, his eyes staring into yours in a way that made you tear up again.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, kissing all over your face.

“Me too.” You whispered, breathlessly. “We could’ve–” You gasped in pleasure, “We could’ve handled that better.”

Bucky chuckled, kissing you on the mouth. “We’re idiots.”

You giggled, his beard scratching your skin. “I agree.”

—

You woke up the next morning wrapped in Bucky’s arms. He clung to you like a koala bear. And his heat was the most glorious thing to wake up to on a rainy morning. The world outside was cloudy and grey, and perfect for cuddles.

“Are you up?” He asked, his voice tired and deeper than normal.

“How long have you been up?” You asked, turning around to face him.

“Didn’t sleep.” He said.

“Bucky,” You chided, “Are you still worrying about last night?”

He avoided your eyes.

“Baby,” You cooed. “It’s okay. We talked about it, remember?”

And you had a long conversation last night, after the multiple rounds of sex in his bed. About his protectiveness, about you being careful, about your relationship, about his fears, triggers, and worries due to his past, about everything.

“I know,” He mumbled, kissing your forehead. “I love you. Too much.”

You giggled, “I love you too. Too fucking much.”

He seemed in a nicer mood instantly. “What would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t showed up that day? At my door with muffins and cookies to seduce me.”

You laughed, snuggling into him. “Hey, it worked. I mean, I’m naked in your bed.”

He laughed too. “Thank you, baby.”

“What for?”

“Sticking around.”

“Oh Buck. I’ll always stick around.” You mumbled into his neck, “Just promise me we’ll have more… date nights deep into the woods.”

He mumbled something about how he’d created a little sex monster, then pulled you closer and said, “Whatever you want, baby.” Then finally, he drifted off to a much needed sleep with his arms still wrapped around you.

—

a/n: get it? She was wearing a RED coat in the woods, and he’s the White WOLF hehehe– [they drag me back to my padded cell as I scream] UNTIL NEXT TIME!!! [they lock me in my cell]

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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you try a nelson with sylus (he ends up in hospital)

sylus x fem!reader

summary: you convince sylus to do a nelson with you but it goes wrong

contains: nsfw, smut, p in v, oral sex (m and f receiving), protected sex, rough sex, he's big, 4.5k words

It’s no secret that Sylus spoils you. Whatever you want, it’s almost always yours. He’ll do anything to keep you happy… except for maybe this.

“Please, Sy! Can we please try it?!” You whine. For the past half an hour, you’ve been trying to convince your boyfriend to do the full nelson position with you.

“Don’t you think it’s dangerous, kitten?” Sylus teases, eyeing you over the rim of his wine glass. You groan as you stomp over to him, sitting there all cosy on the couch. Plopping down beside him, you snatch his glass and set it down on the coffee table. Straightening up, you turn to him and cup his cheeks. He smirks as you give him those big doe eyes he always struggles to resist.

“Pleeeaaase. I know it’s risky, but I also know that you’d never hurt me,” you pout. He shakes his head softly, gazing down and encircling your wrists with his long fingers.

“Sweetie,” he coos.

You chime in, “Let’s just give it a try! Just once! And if you don’t like it, or if I don’t like it, then we won’t do it again.” Sylus sighs while leaning into your warm touch. His affectionate eyes gaze at you, and he’s got that signature grin plastered on his face.

“You really want this, don’t you, darling?” You nod enthusiastically, hoping that you’re finally getting through to him.

But you’re not.

And you realise as much when he brings your palm to his lips and presses a chaste kiss there before tugging your hands off his face. He gets up from the couch, taking his wine and swishing it around.

As he grabs the door knob, you call out, “You’re just afraid, aren’t you?” His movements still. Sylus gazes back at you haughtily.

“Afraid?” He smirks.

You cross your arms over your chest and huff, “Yeah! You know, I heard that you have to be pretty well-endowed to do a full nelson successfully. I guess you’re just tryna save face, huh?” All the playfulness in his eyes vanishes at your words. You notice his grip tightening on the poor glass at his side, likely about to shatter from the pressure. Gulping, you meet his narrow eyes. Exiting is no longer an option for either of you as Sylus slowly pivots to face you.

He takes measured steps toward you, countering, “Is that what you really think, kitten? Or are you just trying to rile me up?”

You bite back, “Well, it’s clearly working.” Your heart stammers as his wine glass clanks on the low table, Sylus towering over you. He leans down, one large hand gripping the back of the couch while the other brushes a loose strand behind your ear. Your thighs clench, heat snaking down to your core as his nose brushes yours.

“Looks like it is,” he murmurs. You keep your eyes on his, not about to back down when you’re so, so close to getting your way. He caresses your jaw with his fingertips, stopping to thumb your lower lip.

You beg, “Pleeeaaassse,” as your pink lip bounces back from his touch.

He sighs, “It seems my dear kitten is rather insistent today. Alright, I’ll indulge you, under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” You say whilst tilting your head slightly.

He grins, “You have to face the consequences of insulting the same endowment you beg for.” You whine a little as he says that. Your hand slaps over your mouth, but it’s too late. He already heard, evident by his smirk widening. In the blink of an eye, you’re thrown over his shoulder and whisked off to his bedroom.

Sylus lays you down in the centre of the bed before rising and slowly unbuttoning his black dress shirt. You shuffle forward and reach out to help him, but he shakes his head and steps back, out of your grasp. Pouting, you watch him slip out of the fabric and discard it on the floor. Next, he unbuckles his belt and works at the zipper of his dress pants. You gnaw on your bottom lip, the outline of his erection obvious in the afternoon sunlight.

You tease as he shimmies out of his trousers, “You sure you’re not sleepy, grandpa?” Those crimson eyes flicker up to you, glinting dangerously.

He chuckles sharply, “Oh, I’m sure, sweetie.” Smirking, you grip the hem of your tank top and are about to pull it off when your boyfriend catches your hands.

He pulls them off your shirt and scolds you lightly, “Not yet, darling.”

“But—”

“Not yet,” he says, his voice laced with that authoritarian tone.

You mumble, “Fine,” as he pecks your cheek. Drawing back, your eyes roam over his almost naked figure. Fuck. You can’t help but silently thank the lords above for gifting you with such a well-built man. Those ripping muscles and broad shoulders and the sluttiest hips you need to straddle—

Ahem.

“Come here, kitten,” Sylus instructs. You nod, sliding to the very edge of the bed and planting your feet on the plush carpet. He signals with his fingers for you to come even closer (you know what I’m talking about😏). You rise and close the short distance between you two. Enveloping your shoulders with his large hands, he guides you down to your knees.

He’s so goddamn tall, you have to sit up straight with your shins on the floor (like this ] ). You’re face-to-face with his large bulge, and your hands stroke up and down his meaty thighs. You gaze up at him sweetly, waiting for his next command. He smirks down at you, fingers running through your hair and patting your head. It feels so good, you could purr.

Testing the waters, you finger his waistband, gently snapping it against his hips as you tilt your head back further for him. He cocks his brow and nods slightly, urging you to keep going. You drag his trunks down his legs, his thick cock springing free. He hisses at the cool air, fingers entangling your locks tighter.

You murmur seductively, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

He sighs, thumbing your scalp soothingly, “Spit on it.”

“Like this?” You spit on his veiny cock as instructed, watching hungrily as your saliva drips down his shaft.

“Mhmm, and now, suck,” he groans as he pulls your head forward. You take his pink tip into your mouth while your hands encircle his hard length. Sucking and drooling all over the flushed head, you stare up at him and notice how his chest heaves. Smirking, you drag your spit down his cock and then back up with your fingers, soaking it before you start bobbing your head up and down. You can barely take half of it because he’s so girthy and long.

He grips your hair firmly as you suck his cock, eventually pushing your head down his length and making you deep throat him. You gag around him as his tip massages the back of your throat, your jaw already aching. He pulls you off, and you catch your breath momentarily before he slips his dick back down your throat.

“Breathe through your nose, kitten,” he grunts, pushing your nose into his silver pubes. You mewl around him, the vibrations sending pre-cum sliding down your unsuspecting throat. Inevitably, you gag again, and he draws your head back, only to hold you in place as he fucks your pretty mouth. The lewd sounds of squelching and groaning fill the air, swirling in the suddenly hot room as you grab onto his thighs for dear life. There’s so much drool that it drips from your spit-soaked lips onto the carpet.

More and more pre-cum spews into your mouth as Sylus gets closer. And when he pulls out, his heavy cock taps against your swollen lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, and he uses all of his willpower to not cum all over your sweet face right then and there.

Your boyfriend rasps out, “Get up, kitten.” He lets go of your head and stretches his palms out. You take his hands in yours, and he helps you off the floor. Your legs are shaky as you stand up, arousal pooling in your panties. You sway into him, your bodies pressing together as you stumble back and forth.

“Easy now,” he groans while steadying you against him.

You glance up at him and ask croakily, “Did I do okay?”

He chuckles softly as one hand comes to stroke your cheek, “Your performance was exceptional, darling.” You giggle and stretch up, kissing him tenderly on your tippy-toes. Sighing, he licks at your lips before slipping his tongue into your mouth. He can taste himself all over you, which inflates his ego. You yelp as he pushes you into him, his hard cock hitting your lower tummy. Saliva slides down your chin as he sucks on your tongue, making you moan loudly.

You’re too focused on staying afloat in the tides of his kiss, not noticing how he walks you back until your calves hit the bed frame. Breaking the kiss, he grabs you by the waist and throws you back. You cry out as you bounce on the springy mattress, Sylus crawling over your figure and caging you in. He leans down and bites your earlobe, then kisses it and then bites again. Your eyes flutter closed while your hands squeeze his strong shoulders.

Your boyfriend groans against your ear, “We’ll need to warm up before attempting such a challenging position.”

“Hah— okay,” you whimper as he nips at that sensitive spot just below your ear. Sylus takes his time in thoroughly kissing and marking every inch of your exposed skin before peeling off your comfy clothes and repeating the process. He pays extra attention to your nipples, rolling his tongue around the stiff buds and pinching them with his fingertips. Your back arches as he trails sloppy kisses down your tummy, even peppering your stretch marks with soft pecks before cupping your heat. You mewl, feeling his thick fingers against your clothed slit.

He teases, “So wet already, darling?” You nod eagerly, shifting slightly to feel a bit of friction against your needy clit. He paws your cunt before tugging your panties down your legs. You sigh in relief, spreading your legs shamelessly for him.

Your boyfriend chuckles as he settles between your thighs; the sunlight glints off the arousal coating your lips. His gaze flickers up to you as he inches closer, his hot breath fanning your core. You whimper, your hands stretching down to him. He smirks while interlocking his fingers with yours. Leaning in, he drags his tongue up your drenched folds, moaning at your flavour. You gasp, your back arching while your other hand grips his hair and pulls him flush against your pussy.

Sylus eats you out like he’s been deprived of your delicious taste for eons. All sloppy, with the lower half of his face coated in your dewy nectar. He pants while rutting his hips against the bed as you yank his silvery locks. Every swipe of his tongue is heavenly. And when he dips inside—

You cry out, “F-fuck, Sy! Fuck,” as your back arches off the bed. Gazing skyward, you can see the little particles drifting in the afternoon’s glow. His tongue stretches you out, flicking up and running along your gummy walls. You mewl, instinctively curling up to stare down at him.

As Sylus pulls back, you catch a glimpse of the pink dusting his angular cheekbones. You run your fingers through his hair, lazily trying to fix his dishevelled locks. He smirks, gazing back at you cockily. His fingers slip through your folds, rubbing your clit in hard circles before diving into your heat. You almost scream as his long fingers curve into that dizzying spot inside of you. His hot mouth is back on your swollen bud, sucking roughly as his fingers take you to the edges of the galaxy.

In minutes, your lover has you trembling and screaming his name as you squirt all over his face and fingers. He holds your hand the entire time, thumb caressing your smooth skin as you cry out loud enough for the neighbours to complain. As you gradually recover from your high, he laps at your juices under the guise of cleaning you up. In reality, he’s still starving for you. Licking his lips, he shifts up and lies on top of you.

You pant, “Sy. Sy, you’re heavy, baby.” He nibbles on your collarbone teasingly before lifting and kissing you passionately. You can feel every emotion in his lips while sampling the perfect mixture of your arousal and his saliva from his tongue. His silver strands tickle your forehead as he holds your jaw in both of his hands. You tilt your head back, separating from him to breathe.

Sylus chuckles deeply, “Why don’t we take a break, sweetie? When you’re ready, we’ll start with something easy, and then work up from there.” You nod in a daze, too pleasure-drunk to respond with words. Sylus pecks your cheek before leaning back on his haunches. You shut your eyes and focus on steadying yourself in this swirling ocean of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend damps a towel and wipes up your slick-smeared thighs before cleaning up his half-drenched face. Once you’ve calmed down, you open your eyes and find him glancing down at you lovingly.

You sweetly peck his full lips, giggling lightly, “Okay. ‘M ready now.” He hums lowly while pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. You suck on one of his nipples as he leans over you, making him yelp as he retrieves a condom from his bedside drawer.

His free hand rests on the back of your head as he groans, “Kitten.”

“Mhmm,” you hum while dragging your teeth across the sensitive peak.

He murmurs, “I thought you wanted me to put you in a nelson.” You pull off his now-wet nipple, pouting as he shifts back and tears the red packet open.

“I do.”

He chuckles, “I know, dear.” After sliding it on, he wraps his arms beneath your armpits and manhandles you to straddle him. He keeps one muscular arm around your waist while fishing for pillows and stacking them behind him with the other. You grab his length, making him groan as he leans back, his head resting against the headboard. Moaning, you slide his cock through your dripping folds, slicking him up before pressing his tip inside. You immediately draw him out and gaze up at him with wide eyes.

Sylus rasps, “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“N-nothing,” you stutter, sucking the head of his cock into your slippery cunt again.

Fuck, he’s big.

The stretch burns. You thought you were getting used to him, but perhaps not. Your poor hole feels like it’s being split open as you sink down on him. Inch by inch, he fills you. Near his base, you stop. You’re shaking, and you don’t think you can take any more. His calloused palm on the centre of your back pushes you forward; your hands fly to his chest.

“Sy,” you whimper.

He moans, “Where did all that attitude go? Have you been humbled?” You nod, your pouty lips looking irresistible right now. Sylus kisses you tenderly, his hands gripping your hips as he lifts you up and drags you back down on his length effortlessly. You mewl into his mouth, arms tightening like a vice around his neck for stability.

Slowly, he fucks you on his length. He can’t help but thrust into you, your cunt far too warm and soppy not to claim for himself. You press your forehead against his, biting your lip as you match his relaxed pace.

Your hips kiss as you cry out, “F-fuck, baby. ‘M sorry.”

He smirks, “For what, kitten?” At that moment, his tip presses against your g-spot, making your hips stutter and mouth curve into that pretty ‘O’ shape.

You pant, “F-for saying—ah— that, you—mhmm…” Your train of thought dies off as Sylus squeezes your ass, fucking up into you harder.

He groans, “What were you saying, darling?” You bury your head in the crook of his neck, slamming your hips down on his cock. Pleasure sparks like wildfire, nipping at your skin and making you gush all around your boyfriend’s dick. The lewd plaps of your skin slapping cut through the stifling air, intermingling with the sun’s final rays.

Suddenly, Sylus’s thrusts slow. He guides you down on his length leisurely, planting kisses on your hairline. And then, he stops. You sit on his cock, breathless. Your limbs are all gooey, and your mind is mushy as you bask in the short reprieve. He holds you tight against him, silver hair splaying across your shoulder as he bites the tender flesh there.

He teases, “Are you feeling warm now?”

You nod frantically, “Yes! Very warm, Sy!” He smirks; you can feel it etched into your skin.

“Alright. Why don’t we try a nelson now?” He leans back, staring at you all arrogant and flustered. You seal your lips against his, seeking the comfort and security only he can provide.

Pulling off with a smoochy pop, you exhale, “M’kay.” Sylus pecks your forehead before drawing his cock out of you and turning you around. He guides you to lay against his chest, sliding back into your slick cunt as your legs stretch into a ‘V’. Then, he wraps his arms around your thighs and inches them back, biceps naturally slipping up to your knees.

“Is this okay, sweetie?” He murmurs. You nod, grabbing onto his forearms.

“Say it,” he commands.

You whimper, “Yes! ‘M okay.” He nibbles on the shell of your ear before bringing his arms behind you, effectively locking your legs wide open.

“And this?” He whispers seductively. You yelp as he shifts his hips, bouncing you slightly on his length.

“P-perfect.” Finally, he interlocks his fingers and presses them against your neck.

He asks sincerely, “Is your neck comfortable? Or am I pressing too hard?”

“’M fine!” You reassure him. Your boyfriend remains still momentarily before rocking his hips into you. You cry out, feeling him so fucking deep you swear you can see him in your tummy. Sylus wastes no time, fucking you hard (just the way you’ve been begging for it). You grip his strong forearms, trying to anchor yourself in the waves of pleasure he’s unleashing upon you.

You call out his name as your eyes roll back. He’s never rearranged your guts so roughly before. His skin pummels against yours, the sounds filling the space between your cries and his groans. Your heart pounds in your chest as more slick drools onto his cock, leaking down his balls and dirtying the black sheets.

He grunts, “You alright, kitten?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes—mhmm— feels so good, Sy,” you moan. He smirks, thrusting into you harder and impossibly deeper while keeping his pressure against your neck light.

But he grows too ambitious.

In a split second, he slips out. But he realises too late, already rutting back up into you. His cock hits your pelvic bone.

Crack!

He groans, pain exploding in his groin as he loosens his grip on you. You scramble forward and whip around, looking between your grunting boyfriend and his softening cock.

“Oh my God, Sy!” You exclaim, grabbing onto his face and brushing back his messy locks.

“Are you okay, baby?! Oh my God!” You ramble.

He curses, “Fuck.”

“Sy!” You whine. “We gotta get you to the ER!” You start climbing off the bed, but he pulls you back, his arms embracing your waist as he pants and grunts into your shoulder.

He grumbles, “I’m fine, sweetie. I can handle it.”

“No, you can’t, Sy!” You counter. “You need to go to the hospital! What if you broke it?!” His chuckle is cut short as he winces from the immense pain.

“You can’t break it, dear,” he rasps.

“Yes, you can!” You retort as you squirm out of your boyfriend’s tight grasp. He eases off you, the agony stopping him from stopping you as you tug on your strewn about clothes and throw his trunks at him.

You run to the bedroom door and half-open it, calling out, “Luke! Kieran!”

“No,” Sylus grunts. “I can handle it.”

“Sy! For fuck’s sake—” Leaving the door ajar, you rush over to him and help him pull on his trunks. You hastily kiss his cheek before grabbing his dress shirt and threading his arms through it. It’s half buttoned-up by the time the twins pop their heads in.

“What is it, boss—”

“Oh, fuck.” They take in Sylus’s hunched form and the hard line his lips are pressed into.

Whirling around, you ramble, “There’s no time to explain—

“You don’t have to,” Luke mutters. Kieran chuckles beneath his mask.

“Okay, both of you, shut up. We need to get him to the hospital right now!” You continue anxiously. Kieran helps the crime overlord pull on his dress pants while Luke gets the car started. Sylus insists that he can dress himself, and Kieran looks at you.

You shake your head, “Just let him help, Sy.” Groaning, your boyfriend lets his assistant zip up his pants. You dart off to your bedroom and grab a few things before racing downstairs. Climbing in the back of Sylus’s Mercedes Benz, pink blossoms all over your cheeks under Luke’s interrogative gaze in the rear view mirror.

“So—”

“Shut up, Luke! I don’t wanna hear another word out of you,” you huff.

“Alrighty,” he grins. You can hear it.

Soon, you catch sight of Sylus leaning on Kieran’s shoulder, coming down the driveway.

You open the car door and poke your head out, shouting, “In the back!”

Drawing closer, you hear the end of your boyfriend’s grumble, “…if anyone finds out about this.” You smirk while sliding over to make room for Sylus. Kieran shuts the car door, and despite Sylus’s grunts that he can do it himself, you buckle his seatbelt before buckling your own.

Luke drives off, silent as commanded.

Kieran yaps while nudging his twin’s shoulder, “I can’t believe we get to sit in the front for once.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Sylus groans. The drive to the hospital is filled with mindless chatter from the twins. As Luke navigates the bajillion hospital buildings, your foot taps. Leaning over, Sylus places his hand on your knee, keeping a straight face to conceal the pain the little movement causes him.

You shift closer to him and whisper in his ear, “Did you take the condom off?” He draws a sharp breath in.

“Oh,” you mutter, gazing down at your hands resting on the leather seats.

“You were rushing me, sweetie.” Blood floods your cheeks, reigniting your blush as the car stops.

“Alright, we’re here,” Luke chirps. You get out of the car and sprint to Sylus’ side, grasping his forearm as he props himself up against the car’s frame.

He groans, “I’m fine, darling. I can walk.” You gaze up at him with that cute pout on your lips. He huffs and doesn’t attempt to shake you off as you cling to him the entire walk into the ER. Luckily, you don’t have to wait for too long to be seen. The nurse leads you to a small room with a bed and a computer set up nearby.

“So, how can I help you, Mr Qin?” The nurse asks. You glance at Sylus nervously as he sits on the edge of the bed.

He mutters, “My partner and I were… enjoying each other’s company when there was a sudden crack. I’m in quite a bit of pain.” His eyes drop, signalling to his groin.

“Okay. I’ll just have a look first, if that’s okay?” She says nonchalantly, already fishing a pair of blue gloves out of their flimsy box. You feel your blush deepen by ten shades as you shift over to your now-standing boyfriend.

You murmur, “Do you want me to help or—”

“I’ve got it, sweetie,” he mumbles while unzipping his pants.

You stand in front of him, blocking the nurse’s view as you whisper, “The condom.” He grins, but it’s not his usual confident smirk. His smile is underscored by his pain.

“At least we’re being safe,” he jokes as he pulls down his boxers. You step to the side, guilt setting in as the nurse approaches.

“Oooo,” she sighs.

“Is it bad?” You squeak.

Pointing to the filthy condom, she asks, “Can we remove this?”

Clutching your boyfriend’s arm, you pout, “Do you want me to…?” He nods, and the nurse hands you a glove. Putting it on, you slide the slimy condom off his angrily swollen length and chuck it in the nearby bin.

“Just lie down for me,” the nurse instructs.

After observing his mildly bruised cock under the harsh LEDs, she concludes, “Looks like a penile fracture. I’ll get the urologist to have a look, okay?”

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man strolls in announcing that he’s the urologist. He confirms that Sylus has a penile fracture and sends him for immediate surgery. That’s how you end up walking alongside your boyfriend (who’s on a stretcher) to the pre-operative area.

You hold his hand, apologising, “’M really sorry, baby.” His thumb rubs the back of your hand, soothing you.

He coos, “It’s not your fault, kitten.”

“I pushed you into doing it with me!” You counter. He sighs, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a tender kiss there.

Sylus nuzzles your soft skin, murmuring, “If I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have. You realise that, don’t you?” You pout at him, not fully convinced, as a different nurse comes over to you.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to sign some paperwork before you head into theatre, Mr Qin,” she chirps. You nod and gaze down at your boyfriend before letting go of his hand.

After everything is signed, he’s wheeled into theatre.

You call out to him, “I love you!” as he disappears down the hall. His low hum reaches your ears, making you smile.

“I love you, too, sweetie.”

⭑.ᐟ bonus

“Soooo, what did the doc say?” You ask cheekily. Sylus rests his hand on your thigh as he starts the engine. It roars to life beneath his fingertips.

He says in that cocky drawl, “I’m all clear.” You squeal excitedly, making him chuckle.

“So tonight, do you wanna…?”

He sighs, “Aren’t we eager, kitten? One month and you’re roaring to jump me.” You gaze up at him, pouting. The way he palms the steering wheel to reverse doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Well,” you start. “My boyfriend is so sexy, I can’t help it.”

a/n: pls lmk if i wrote him okay. also, i'm thinking of writing embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments for all of the LIs. lmk if that's something you'd be interested in.

more embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments:

choking with caleb gone wrong zayne's cum spurts out of your nose xavier falls asleep while eating you out you get stuck in the sink as you and rafayel get it on

gone wrong m.list

#★’s works #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lads sylus #qin che #sylus smut #lnds sylus

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marvelouslymarly · 18 days ago

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So I saw something that said you’re taking requests? If that is true, can I request a Bob Reynolds x reader where reader is perpetually cold and uses Bob as a heater?

Warmth [Bob Reynolds x female!reader]

“Hold me in this wild, wild world - ‘cause in your warmth I forgot how cold it can be”

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x fem thunderbolts!reader

Requested: Yes✨️ (requests are open!!)

CW: none, it's just fluff!! (well, maybe some awkward!Bob but idk if that needs a warning)

Masterlist

Word count: ~5k

[A/N: [y/nn] = your nickname]

[A/N #2: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this one! Uni's been quite stressful lately, and apparently, it's much harder for me to write when it's for someone else🥲 but I loved the challenge, so I'm looking forward to getting more requests!!! Hope you enjoy😊]

This is not beta-read oopsieee

Ever since you moved into the Watchtower, you’d been freezing perpetually. This wasn’t something that was new to you. Not entirely. The heating at your old place had always been set to a cosy 71°F because, even in a thick hoodie and fuzzy socks, you were used to constantly having cold hands and feet. In school, people used to make fun of you for wearing sweatshirts well into June when most of them had long put away their long-sleeved clothes. Now, in the Watchtower, you were lucky if someone turned the thermostat up to 65°F. John and Bucky - but especially John - would go on about how they couldn’t handle it if the apartment got too warm, arguing that they tend to run hot because of the serum. But Bob and Alexei never seemed to be too opposed to leaving the thermostat set to a temperature that didn’t have the rest of you feeling like you were living in a cold store.

“Why can’t you girls just put on a hoodie if you’re cold?”John moaned and turned on the AC before sitting down in his usual armchair, sweat stains on his shirt from his morning jog.

“Because having the AC on full blast is bad for the environment. Just get over yourself,” Ava tried to reason, getting up from the couch and turning down the AC again.

“It’s four supersoldiers living here. And three women. That’s clearly a majority. If you’re cold, you should put on some warmer clothes,” John retorted, joining Ava at the thermostat once more.

“John, you cannot play the ‘I am a supersoldier’ card every time you’re losing an argument,” Yelena rebutted, her Eastern European accent thick, and rolled her eyes. “Bob and Alexei don’t seem to have a problem with setting the AC to a temperature everyone feels comfortable with.”

“Alexei basically loves to sit around in his robe and tighty whities and Bob’s probably just too much of a wuss to say anything,” John snapped and looked at Bob who had been really quiet this whole conversation. Hearing his name caught Bob’s attention, having him look around the room, trying to figure out what he’d done.

“Hey, there’s no need to get personal, Walker,” you interfered, looking up from your book. You met Bob’s eyes and sent him a soft smile. He relaxed a little, his shoulders dropping back to their usual level. You stretched out your leg and poked his side with your foot, getting a small smile from him in return.

“I’m not the one who’s making this personal, Yel-"

Walker quickly shut up when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway and turned to see Bucky walk into the living room, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Okay, what’s going on here, and who started it?”

“Walker!” The four of you said in unison, and Bucky sighed loudly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his right hand.

Walker looked around the room, an exasperated look on his face, and his finger pointed at his own chest.

“How is this my fault? Besides, Bob, are you fucking kidding me? You can’t speak up for yourself but then you’re ready to throw me under the bus the second you get a chance?” There was an angry sneer on John’s face and when your gaze fell on Bob once more, you realised that he’d shrunken into the couch cushions, seeming considerably tinier than he actually was.

“Sorry, Walker, but I’m on the girls’ side on this one.”

“Of course you are,” John muttered, rolling his eyes again and turning to walk to his room, when Bucky’s arm landed across his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky asked, his voice filled with frustration.

After the discussion that ensued, you’d all agreed to keep the temperature of the common rooms to a more agreeable 69°F, still very much to John’s displeasure. Eventually, everyone seemed to get used to the temperature in the shared living spaces. Well, that was everyone but you. You blamed it on bad circulation and an iron deficiency that you couldn’t quite seem to shake completely. So, you put on a sweater and some fluffy socks most times you left your bedroom and tried to tell you that it was ok - that, maybe, you just took longer to get used to the temperature shift between your bedroom and the living room or kitchen.

But then there was that one day where the AC malfunctioned, and none of you could figure out a way to shut it off. God, that was probably John’s favourite day of the year because he finally got what he wanted all this time. After desperately trying to stay warm in your room, you gave up and figured that maybe you’d be warmer in the living room with the afternoon sun streaming in. Yelena and Ava were sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, trying to warm themselves in the sun, quietly bickering about John who was lounging on the couch, wearing a tank top and shorts, his bare feet on the coffee table. He had a smug smile on his lips when he saw you come into the living room, wearing a thick cardigan over your oversized hoodie and sweat pants. You’d shoved your feet into the warmest pair of slippers that still fit over the thickest socks you had, but yet, you still felt cold.

“Where are you going? The Arctic?" John laughed, sitting up straighter to get a better look at your outfit while you walked around the back of the couch, looking for a cosy spot to read. You didn’t reply, just sent him an annoyed glare and then pulled your cardigan tighter around your frame.

“Guess it’s not just the temperature that’s freezing in here,” he muttered under his breath and slumped back down in his seat.

“You know, you can just shut up. You get that, right?” Ava countered and closed her eyes against the sun, leaning back onto her elbows.

"What did I say now?” His arms were stretched over his head, completely oblivious that his joke from before wasn’t funny at all.

“John Walker, if a woman tells you to be quiet, you should really be quiet,” Alexei told him, shaking a raised index finger into John’s direction and looking at John over the edge of his newspaper, his head cocked forward.

John didn’t say much after that anymore, just mumbled a few words into his beard. It got quiet again in the living room, everyone going back to what they were doing before you entered the living room. But you couldn’t concentrate on your book, annoyed by the way your cold toes touched each other inside your socks and how there was a constant flow of cold air coming from the exposed vents hanging from the high ceiling. Even the throw blanket you’d grabbed from the edge of the couch a few minutes after sitting down in the bean bag by the window didn’t seem to keep you warm enough. You put the bookmark between the pages of your book and then set it aside on the floor before pulling the blanket up under your chin, shivering slightly.

“God, it’s so cold,” you muttered, rubbing your arms under the blanket and trying to generate some heat. “Did Bucky say anything about when they’ll come around and fix the AC?” you asked, looking at Yelena and Ava.

They shook their heads, Yelena telling you that Bucky had tried to get some people down here but didn’t have any luck. With her face turned to the window, she look like a cat basking in the sun.

“Apparently they’re all too busy with installing ACs all over New York,” Ava added and shrugged her shoulders, a sorry expression on her face.

“Hey, [y/nn], if you want, you can come and sit with me. I give great dad hug! Yelena can confirm. Right, Lenochka?” Alexei opened his arms invitingly and let his eyes wander between you and Yelena, whose face pulled an embarrassed grimace.

“Dad, please don’t take this the wrong way. But I don’t think [y/n] wants a dad hug from you, right now.”

“That’s really nice of you, Alexei,” you thanked him, sending him a kind smile.

He nodded, his shoulders slumping a little, but his bright grin didn’t falter. “Always! You are family now!”

It was then that Bob and Bucky walked into the living room, carrying seven cups of hot cocoa, whipped cream in a can, a packet of mini marshmallows, and some cookies between the two. They set the mugs down on the coffee table and told us to get together.

“OK, Bob and I have made the executive decision that we’re gonna drink some hot cocoa and have ourselves a lil movie night.”

“Bucky, it’s 4 in the afternoon,” John noted, looking at his wristwatch, and Bucky sent him a glare.

“If you don’t wanna join us, then suit yourself, Walker. I bet Valentina still has some paperwork you can take care of, if you really wanna work,” Bucky schooled him, sitting down in his usual spot on the couch.

“No, no. It’s fine! Movie time it is.”

The team all cosied up on the couch, leaving a spot between Bob and Yelena for you. You plopped down, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs, hoping you’d stay warmer this way.

“Want some blanket [y/n]?” Bob offered and lifted the blanket he’d put over his legs a second before. You reached over to him, your fingers brushing against his as you pulled on the fabric a little. His fingers were warm, toasty even, and your eyes went up to meet his gaze.

“How are you not freezing?” you asked him, your fingers staying wrapped around his for a moment, hoping to coax some of his warmth.

“Well, I kinda run hot…” His voice wobbled a little, and he gulped, his cheeks turning pink. Bob averted his gaze, his eyes moving down to your hand slowly slipping into his, but you could still see him bite his lip nervously.

“Wish that was me right now, to be honest,” you mumbled and put his hand on your cheek, leaning into his palm. “I feel like I might actually turn into a fucking ice cube every second now.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s a perk in situations like these…” His thumb swiped over your cheek instinctively, a soft smile on his face, and then his eyes sparkled a little, going wide. “You could… come a little closer. Maybe I can help you warm up?” Bob motioned his head for you to move on over and put his arm out for you.

You didn’t have to be told twice, quickly scooching over to him and putting your head on his shoulder. The second his arm wrapped around your back, it felt like a warm and cosy blanket being placed around you, the citrusy-yet-earthy scent of his cologne enveloping your senses. You got a little more comfortable, putting your feet between his crossed legs. Bob’s hand dropped to your knees, rubbing up and down your shins, the friction creating a soothing warmth on your skin.

“Wait, I wanna cuddle, too,” Yelena exclaimed, scooching over, too, and throwing her arms around the two of you. Her head came to rest against your back, and she hummed as her fingertips drew lazy patterns on your knees.

You stayed like that for a while, Yelena eventually lying down in the space that you’d left vacant by moving to basically sit in Bob’s lap and falling asleep, soft snores rumbling behind you every now and then. At some point, your knees had fallen against Bob’s chest, and you’d cuddled up closer to him, his cheek resting against your temple.

“Are you getting warmer?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, and you nodded, the comforting warmth of his embrace slowly lulling you to sleep as well. His hand moved from its resting place on your ankles to your cheek, and he ran his thumb over it again.

“If you wanna nap, I’ll keep you safe from turning into a popsicle, ok?” There was a certain easy playfulness to his voice that made your heart skip a beat.

You nodded drowsily and burrowed your face in his neck, closing your eyes against the flickering lights emanating from the TV. With the hot cocoa warming you from the inside and Bob’s arms wrapped around your frame, it didn’t take long for you to get swept off to dreamland.

Bob’s voice woke you up a little later, his breath hot against your ear: “Hey, we’re ordering take out, you want something?” His thumb was caressing your cheek again, and your eyes fluttered open, trying to blink away sleep. “What are you getting?”, you mumbled groggily and wiped at your eyes, slowly pulling away from him.

“Chinese. We’ve already gotten mini spring rolls and wontons but we weren’t sure what you’d wanna eat,” Bucky told you, looking at you from behind Bob. He smiled at you and then handed you his phone. “Get yourself something nice, Val’s paying.” Bucky sent you a wink and then leant back against the couch, his eyes back on the TV.

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You were tossing and turning in your bed, the covers pulled up under your chin in a futile attempt to stay warm. The cold had crept into your very bones, and nothing seemed to help anymore. You’d tried tea and more hot chocolate and even made a cup of hot milk with honey, hoping that it’d warm you up enough to fall asleep. But it had been almost an hour of tossing, and you were getting fed up with each tick-tock of the clock hanging over your bedroom door.

You turned on your phone and looked at the lockscreen, a too bright 1:47 am glaring back at you. You sighed and locked your phone again, turning onto your side and pulling your legs to your chest. Images of earlier that day ran through your mind like a film through a projector, the only thing missing being the rattling noise of the cooling fans and the motor. Memories of Bob’s arm slung around your shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your upper arm. His blue eyes flashing over to you every now and again as if checking to see you’re still you and haven’t turned into a human icicle. His other hand was drawing loose patterns on the bare skin from where your joggers had ridden up above the thick socks. You hadn’t even noticed at first. It felt too natural for him to hold you like that. Especially after having yearned to feel his hands on your body in any way for so long.

His touch had sent tiny sparks through you, like bursts of electrical currents, and with them came a pleasant warmth. A warmth that made your insides heat up in a way that the hot chocolate couldn’t. You ached to feel this warmth again. To feel the childlike excitement that ran through your veins while being in his arms. To have his delectable scent cloud your senses with every inhale.

You longed for his warmth so much that you hadn’t noticed yourself get up out of bed. You only realised when the cold of the door handle crept up through your fingers. You pushed the handle down, trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that your door tended to creak when opened too quickly. Not that any of your other team members should’ve been awake at this hour, but still, you wanted to ensure that no one knew about your night-time stroll. Deep down, you were scared that Bob would open the door. That he’d be awake to find you standing at this doorstep, shivering from the low temperatures in the Tower.

Once you reached Bob’s bedroom door on the other side of the apartment, you let your hand hover for a second, your blood rushing in your ears and your heart skipping a beat or two. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door as softly as possible, barely making any noise. You could hear faint shuffling from the other side of the door, the groan of the bedframe under Bob’s body. You waited, quietly counting in your head. Then there were footsteps but they stopped again. You imagined Bob standing on the other side of the door, unsure if he’d imagined the rapping at this door. You inhaled, held your breath for a second, exhaled. Then again. The tips of your fingers rested against the cool wood, tingling. You wanted to knock another time, but your brain didn’t seem able to send the signal to lift your hand and knock again.

Just as you found yourself turning towards the door, the door handle moved downwards. The door opened a smidge, and your eyes travelled upwards, slowly, like those of a scared animal. Blocking the warm glow of the lamp on his bedside table, Bob’s eyes met yours, and then his eyebrows hitched up, just for a split second before a smile took over his features.

“[y/n]?” His voice was barely above a whisper, hoping to protect the serene tranquillity of night. He opened the door a little wider and you realised that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. They sat low on his hips, and there was the tiniest trail of hair running down from underneath his belly button and disappearing into his underwear. You shook your head, trying to peel your gaze from his hips and remember why you’d come here. “Are you ok?”

You nodded, your hand brushing away a strand that had fallen into your face. You tried to come up with an appropriate explanation, one other than ‘hey, I’m cold, can we have a cuddle?’ but you found yourself at a momentary loss of words.

“Oh no, I think you’ve turned into a popsicle, after all.” His words were followed by a soft chuckle, and your eyes went to the floor. You suddenly felt incredibly stupid for leaving your bedroom and walking to his in the middle of the night.

“I… I think I should go back, uh, to my room,” you murmured, your hand lifting to have your thumb point in the direction of where you came from. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You turned again, and just as you were to take the first step, Bob came up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. Warmth radiated through your arm and chest, and you felt yourself lean into his touch a little.

“[y/n], wait. You didn’t wake me up.” His grip on your shoulder tightened a little, and he added: “God, you really are freezing…”

“Yeah, well… you run hot and I run cold…”, you murmured and you let your head fall.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you… Do you… I mean…”, he stammered, trying to find the right words. “Do you wanna come inside? I could… I mean, we could… you know…”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his Adam’s apple bop up and down as he gulped, unease taking over his face in the shadows.

“Do you want a hug?” He finally offered and scratched the back of his head.

“Yes, please.” The words fell from your lips before you had the chance to stop them, so you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stop any more from escaping. You rolled your eyes at yourself, took a deep breath, and then turned back to him, your mind getting hazy from all the back and forth. “Yes, I would really like a hug right now?”

The softest ‘ok’ came from Bob, and he opened his door to let you step into his bedroom. He opened his arms, and you walked up to him. The second his arms wrapped around you, you felt the tension fall away, and you melted into him. Into the warm glow that enveloped you. You buried your head against his chest, closing your eyes, and wrapped your arms around him, too. His muscles tensed and then relaxed again under your fingertips, getting used to the cold of your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and looked up at him, pulling your head back a little.

“No, you’re good, sweetheart,” he put his head on top of yours and pulled you even closer. Your heart bloomed at the pet name, adding to the warmth taking over your body with every second he held you close. He closed the door, pushing at the wooden slab with his foot, and let his fingers run through your hair.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Your words were hesitant, barely audible in the darkness of his room. You hoped that the darkness would just swallow them. That Bob couldn’t feel the way your heart was racing and how it skipped a beat whenever his thumb brushed over that one spot on your back. “It’s just that it’s so cold in my room and I can’t fall asleep when…”

You could feel his head bop in affirmation before he even uttered the words: “Of course you can stay here tonight.” You didn’t know just how badly he tried to suppress the urge to add ‘you can stay here every night’. The words were on the tip of his tongue, threatening to burst free. Instead, he pulled away from you and then motioned to his bed.

Bob walked over but you stayed in your place at the door, watching him lift the covers and then climb in. That’s when he looked up and frowned for a split second before he patted the mattress.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He sent you a sheepish smile and winked at you, earning a breathy laugh from you.

Mustering up every little ounce of confidence, you shuffled over to him and climbed into bed next to him. You didn’t plant yourself right next to him, no, but left a little gap, suddenly feeling like you were a teenager again and sitting in bed with your crush for the very first time. You clasped your hands over the covers and tried to hide the smile at your own nervousness. You might kick ass on a daily basis, but sitting in bed with Bob seemed to be your very own final boss.

“You can come closer, I don’t mind,” Bob assured and opened his arms again, inviting you to scooch over.

“I don’t know why I am so nervous,” you lied, looking over at him and biting on your bottom lip anxiously. “I mean, we literally cuddled earlier… in front of everyone else…”

“Right? I mean, it’s not like we haven’t done this before,” he agreed and you could see his cheeks turning pink. “I could, uh, put on a shirt if you want. If you feel more comfortable then.” He pointed at his wardrobe and shrugged his shoulders.

“No, that’s ok.”

Your eyes travelled down his face. Over his throat. Stopping to watch the vein flutter under his skin quickly for a second. His chest rose and fell with every inhale and exhale. Your gaze moved further down, following the trail of hair that disappeared under the blanket and then to his hand.

“I'm sorry, I tend to… freeze when I'm nervous.” When you realised the unintended pun you laughed at yourself, and then looked back at his face. There was a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes, and you realised the nervousness abate.

You scooched closer to Bob and let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to bridge the distance. He put his head against your temple, and you cosied up against his chest, your hand resting on his pectoral muscles.

“Did you have another nightmare?” You asked him, your gaze travelling up to him slowly.

“Why do you ask?” His voice was filled with confusion, and he met your eyes.

“Well, you said you were already awake when I knocked… it's quite late, so,” you explained and let your fingers trail up his chest, running along the edge of his collarbone.

“Oh! No… I just couldn't get my mind to quiet down,” he revealed, his eyes following the movement of your fingers. The vein in his neck started to pulse more quickly, and you let your finger run over it slowly, carefully.

“I'm sorry…Anything in particular?” You looked at him from underneath your lashes and smiled at him.

His eyes wandered to your lips and stayed there for a second before he looked away, over to his bedroom door.

“Uh, no,” he chuckled, and then his eyes flitted to you for a brief second before leaving your gaze again. He did this often when he lied to John or even to Yelena. “Just this and that, you know.”

“Yeah, I get that, too, sometimes.” You put your head on his shoulder again and tried to hide the smile from spreading. “We should probably try and get some sleep, though.”

You could feel Bob nod his head again, and then he scooted down, pulling you with him. Your leg snaked over his thigh, tangling itself with his legs and his left hand found your elbow. He started drawing loose patterns on his skin again, and you could hear his heart skip a beat with your head resting on his chest.

“Are… are you warm enough like this?” His hand left your elbow and he made to pull up the covers.

“Yeah, you're pretty hot, so…” You could hear him choke on his spit a little, his body turning away from you while he tried to catch his breath again. “I mean, you're pretty warm. Body temperature wise…” You sat up, your hands clasping together in your lap while the heat rose up your neck, making your cheeks burn.

When he caught his breath again, he ran his hand over his face and chuckled softly.

“Yeah, of course,” he looked at you from over his shoulder and took a deep breath. “Of course that's what you meant.” He coughed once more and then turned back to you.

“I mean, why would you mean anything else?” Bob shrugged his shoulders, and there was a sorry smile on his face.

“Why wouldn't I? It's not like you aren't hot, you know… It's just... We're teammates, right?” You were scrambling for words, your hands getting clammy with every passing second. “And just because I think you're hot doesn't mean… that doesn't mean you feel the same about me, so…”

His eyes went wide, and suddenly, you were scared he'd choke again. He turned around fully, his hands moving all over the place nervously.

“Please don't choke again,” you begged him and moved back on the mattress. Your feet were on the floor as the regret set in. “I think, I… I’m just gonna… Go back to my own room.”

You stumbled back, readjusting the shirt you were wearing, and tried to make your way to the bedroom door in the dim light.

“Wait. Stay, please!” Bob hurried after you and stopped you, his right hand resting on your left arm. His left hand cupped your cheek, and you closed your eyes, scared to find pity in his gaze. “Please, look at me.”

You obliged him, meeting his eyes, and you were surprised when you found no pity in them. Only the softness radiating off of the smile that was spreading on his lips.

“You don't even realise how wrong you are about me not feeling the same way about you…” There was a certain something about the way he said those words. Like he'd wanted to get them off his chest for a long time. “And I don't care about us being teammates.” He puffed out his chest a little, and you snickered at the image in front of you.

“Bucky would kill us, if he knew,” you laughed and he shrugged, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Last time I checked, I'm kind of invincible. But still, it'd be a good reason to go, you know.”

You nodded at him, a big grin on your lips. There was a flutter in your tummy, like butterflies from being in love for the first time. When he leaned down to you, his fingers on your chin to pull you closer, your breath hitched, and your eyes flitted to his lips.

“Can… can I kiss you?” His words were soft and so quiet you weren't sure if you'd heard him right. But you found yourself nodding anyway, turning your head upwards a little and closing your eyes. The kiss was timid at first. Slow and tentative. Barely there.

But when he realised you wouldn't pull away, he sighed quietly and deepened the kiss. You melted against him. His arms wrapped around you, and your hands went up into the hair at the back of his neck. And suddenly, you felt a warmth spread through your whole body, making you think that you'd never felt warmth before.

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no-144444 · 4 months ago

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telling- o.piastri

summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist, mentions of crashes and injuries

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“You alright?” he mused, his hand squeezing yours. You nodded softly, smiling at him.

“Fine,” you nodded. “I’m just… worried, I guess.”

He shook his head. “Nothing to be worried about, they love you already.”

You followed just a step behind him as he led you to the dining room. You’d been dating Oscar Piastri for 2 whole days. The sun set over Melbourne and the wonderful colours poured in from their large windows, as everyone sat down to dinner. Oscar had ‘stolen’ you away from Mae and Nicole for the day, opting to take you to meet some of his old friends and show you around his home town a bit, and you’d really enjoyed yourself. Australia was beautiful, the kind of place you’d like to live once F1 was over. The weather was warm, the sea was blue, and the people were kind. And Oscar was there. You liked it a lot.

“What did you two get up to today?” Nicole asked over dinner.

Oscar shrugged. “Not much, just took her to meet some of my old mates and showed her around a bit. She’s never been to Australia.”

“She can speak y’know,” Mae sassed at her older brother, who rolled his eyes and shut up.

You chuckled. “It was cool. Melbourne’s really nice. I usually only see it from the cockpit of the car.”

“What’s it like driving so fast?” Tim asked, still fascinated by it.

“It’s kind of… unnoticeable unless something has gone really wrong,” you chuckled. “It’s cool though, everything just kind of whips past you.”

“Fascinating,” he nodded. “Different from my line of work anyway,” he laughed.

“Oh yeah, what about your parents? What do they do?” Nicole asked. Oscar stiffened beside you, watching carefully at how the question would play out. He knew about you and your parents' estranged relationship. He knew it was a sensitive subject.

“They’re doctors, I think,” you shrugged. “One of them was a psychologist, and the other was a general practitioner.”

Nicole’s face fell, a pit growing in her stomach as she feared the worst. “Are they passed?” She placed a comforting hand on your forearm.

“No,” you shook your head. It was awkward to explain, but who cared? They’d probably find out anyway, just like everyone else did. It got leaked to the press in the middle of your 2nd season in F3 that you were estranged from your very famous, very powerful folks, and moreover, that they had a new family. It used to bother you. Sometimes, it still did. But Nicole wasn’t a nosy reporter, and you weren’t 17 anymore. “They just kind of… shipped me off to boarding school when I was 8 and cut me off when I was 17. We just weren’t close and it was clear they didn’t want kids at that time.”

“I’m sorry,” she squeezed your arm and you offered a soft smile.

“Thank you,” you nodded. “Sorry for bringing the mood down.”

Hattie shook her head. “You didn’t, and anyway, their loss is our gain.”

You smiled appreciatively at them. “Well, I did want to thank you all again for having me.”

“Any time,” Nicole smiled. “Always.”

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Oscar smiled as he pulled off your top and pressed your head against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle, relaxing into his touch.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low.

You hummed against his skin. The both of you were lit by only candles (Oscar’s favourite thing ever), his bedroom looking increasingly cosy under the light. The soft breeze coming in from the window gave you goosebumps, but he was warm enough for the both of you. “Yeah, you?”

“I’m good,” he nodded, his hands wrapping around your legs and hoisting you up so that your legs were around his waist, and your arms were around his neck. You squealed and he dropped you onto his bed with a chuckle, pressed a kiss to your cheek, then walked to his bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. He loved kissing you. It was addicting, you were addicting. He had never pinned himself as a physical touch sort of guy, but there basically hadn't been a moment where he hadn't been touching you since you'd made it official, and you didn't seem to mind.

You cuddled up in bed, enjoying the soft pillows and lingering scent of Oscar. As you heard the shower turn on, your eyes fixated on the view outside the window. The ocean flowing gently just outside, the beach in front of you, the moon reflecting off small shells embedded in the sand, it was so beautiful.

You heard the shower stop, and your attention turned back to you and Oscar. You two were official and it felt insane to be able to say he was your boyfriend, but you enjoyed it all the same. “Osc?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, the sound warped by the toothbrush in his mouth.

“Do you want to tell your family about us?” you questioned, playing with the hem of one of the pillows. “No pressure, of course.”

He poked his head out from the bathroom, the towel around his bottom half dangerously low. You let your eyes wander all over him, his wet hair, his build physique, his goofy smile. “You mean it?”

You nodded. “I mean… yeah? I feel weird being here and them not knowing,” you shrugged. “I don’t want to keep it from them, or really anyone, but especially them, right?”

He nodded. “I agree,” he grinned. “We’ll tell them this week.”

You smiled. “Cool,” then turned to your side and grabbed your book.

“Are you going to act like that wasn’t a milestone?” he mused, joining you in bed, shorts on and towel-dried hair.

“What?” you questioned, not looking up from your book.

“You want to tell my parents about us,” he smiled. “That’s big.”

You shrugged, unconvinced. “Is it though?”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Yeah, it is,” he lay there for a moment, just watching you read. “You look beautiful,” he smiled.

You turned to him and laughed. “You’re such a sop.”

He rolled his eyes but smiled all the same. “Uh-huh,” he nodded and kissed you again.

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“Do you want to come with us to Sydney?” Hattie offered as you two ate breakfast together. “We’re just going for like a few days, but we’d love to have you.”

“Plus Mae will be like, miserable without you,” Eddie chuckled. You smiled.

You shrugged. “I’d love to come.”

“Where are we going?” Oscar asked as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Y/n, Eddie, Mae, Mom, and I are all going to go on a trip to Sydney,” Hattie explained.

Oscar nodded. “Can I come?”

“Sure-” Eddie shrugged.

“Mum wants it to be a girls trip,” Mae reminded them.

“Come on, Y/n is my-”

“She’s our friend too,” Mae argued.

“Yeah, and arguably, you could let Y/n out of your sight for more than three seconds,” Hattie chuckled. “She doesn’t constantly need you looking out for her. She can have a week away with her mates if she wants.”

They were both quiet.

“Hattie, what the fuck?” he scoffed. “If you’d let me finish, I could tell you that Y/n is my girlfriend, and I’d very much like to spend my break with her.”

Hattie, Eddie, Mae, Nicole, and Tim’s eyes all looked to you for confirmation. You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth and turned to Oscar.

“It’s only like 4 days,” you shrugged, and he stared back at you. “And then I’ll be back. Or I don’t have to go.”

“Oh, I thought it was the month trip mum had planned-”

“You’re dating?!” Nicole cheered, rushing over to hug the both of you. “That’s great news!”

“How’s he done that?” Eddie whispered to Hattie, who just laughed.

You graciously accepted the hug, then turned back to the conversation. “I don’t mind.”

“You go, I thought it was the month-long thing my mum wanted to do,” he explained, and kissed the top of your head. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow,” Hattie interjected.

“Cool,” he smiled.

“Cool,” you mirrored.

It wasn’t exactly how either of you were planning on telling them, but it worked all the same.

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moon-ttokki-x · 5 months ago

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♡ ‧₊ ot8!𝗌𝗄𝗓 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌' 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 ‧₊ .ᐟ

pairing: ot8!skz x reader imagines

summary: just a snippet of what i think skz would do for you on valentines' day

genre: pretty cute and sappy, lots of fluff, slight crack, mentions of eating

a/n: yet another year of having no valentine, but at least i can buy chocolate half off

Chan who surprises you and shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and an outstretched hand. He's in a dark fitted suit, handsome as always, and there's a big smile on his face as he runs off the cheesiest pick up lines, handing you a singular rose as he does. He waits in your living room while you get ready and then offers his arm as you both walk to his car. He takes you to a classic night out, a candlelit dinner in some city restaurant, the lights low and ambient music swirling around your heads. Hushed giggles and feeding each other bites of food are done over intertwined hands.

"You look beautiful under the lights, baby. Here, eat some more..."

♡

Minho who pretends to forget what day it is and leaves you feeling a little downcast. That is, until you're in your office working and the cats walk in, each holding a rose of a different colour; one red, one pink, and one white. He appears at the door with a smirk on his face and strokes your hair as you whine about him pretending to forget. The roses are clutched tightly in your hands as he leads you to the kitchen, where there's a small arrangement of gifts. He isn't one for grand gestures but you're satisfied and cosy, sitting in his lap as you open little trinkets, the cats watching on.

"You're so cute when you whine. You really thought I forgot, huh?"

♡

Changbin who is also a hopeless romantic, who is endlessly in love with you, who shows up to your workplace with a hand full of heart-shaped helium balloons and a big grin on his face. He loudly declared his love for you in front of your coworkers, completely unashamed, and watches with a massive, cute smile on his face as you turn the colour of the balloons he's holding. But the gigantic, warm, though slightly crushing hug he gives you is warmer than your cheeks.

"Happy Valentines Day, bunny! Here- Ah, your face has gone so red..."

♡

Hyunjin who told you to show up at his apartment at exactly six o clock dressed in something classy but comfortable. He blindfolds you as soon as he opens the door and leads you to his living room, where he's set up two canvases opposite each other. There's a platter full of finger food, two glasses and a bottle of some fancy drink he took from the company. He's hung fairy lights around the room and he watches affectionately as you show him your slightly messy impression of the love of your life. His is much better, but he kisses you anyway and says he'll hang it in his room above the bed.

"You're so talented, my love. I'm going to hang it up right away..."

♡

Jisung who pretty much kidnaps you as soon as your shift at work ends, telling you to dress in one of his hoodies. When you come out of his room, he's set up a massive mess of pillows, cushions, and fluffy blankets in front of the TV, which is set up to play a game. He hands you a controller and tells you he's ordered so much food. You know he's done it so you can both spend time together without it ending in the kitchen burning down, but it's appreciated nonetheless. He lets you beat him every time and watches you sit up in victory and cheer at his defeat, your fingers covered in cheesy french fry salt.

"Aww, jagi, you keep beating me. When did you get so good at this?"

♡

Felix who, when you come home, surprises you by setting up a few things in the kitchen so you can both bake and make a few things together. He sets up bowls of chocolate and lets you add the food colouring, turning each bowl pink and red. You both dip strawberries and candied orange slices into the bowls, dripping chocolate over the counter before laying them on a tray to set. You mix the rest of the chocolate together and pour them into heart-shaped molds, marbling the colours together with fingertips stained pink.

"Sunflower, we made such a mess! At least the counter isn't stained pink..."

♡

Seungmin who takes you shopping to the cutest little pop up store, telling you to dress in pink, cream, and white. He meets you at your door and holds your hand as he drives you both there, letting you browse excitedly amongst the shelves for mini figures and plushies. You both come home loaded with a ton of accessories, cuddly toys, and matching items. He then sets up pink lights around your bathroom mirror and takes a whole album's worth of selfies with you.

"I like these necklaces... come on, let's be matching. It'd be cute..."

♡

Jeongin who takes you to the arcade and doesn't even try to let you win. It turns into a competition of who can do the best and he keeps kissing you while you're playing the games so you lose your focus. He teases you each time and promises to let you win the next time. He doesn't, and it's all in good fun until you whine about him being too competitive. He just kisses you again and makes it up to you by taking you for a night-time joyride before stopping at a petrol station, where you both buy convenience store snacks and lie on his car roof, talking about everything.

"Look at all the pretty stars up there. I think you shine way brighter..."

a/n: happy valentines' day to all of my loves ♡ !

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moonwoodhollow · 5 months ago

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Honigtwiete - An Eclectic Townhouse by moonwoodhollow (cc)

My first build download for 2025, and I hope you'll like it! As it's still cold and gloomy - at least where I live - I wanted to create a townhouse that feels warm and welcoming, even a little nostalgic, but mostly cosy. Let your new university students live here until they find their own place or renovate and make this your family home, or have someone live in the (probably) mouldy basement apartment... there are lots of possibilities!

More screenshots, info + download link under the cut!

Building Background

I don't want to bore you too much with any architectural details, but I first took a look around Britechester's debug builds and got inspired by architecture around the Netherlands and Nothern Germany. While the building on the left is quite similar to what you'd see in the old towns of Amsterdam or Bremen for example, the building on the right is not as common, as it's missing a traditional roof, which you'll find usually have with older buildings. For that house, I took a few liberties, so to say and modelled it more closely to houses in Greenwich Village, New York. Architecturally speaking, this doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it's all about the aesthetics in the end and it's the Sims... so you know, everything's possible!

By the way; Honig is the German word for Honey and a Twiete is an older Nothern German word for street. So the lot would be called Honey St. in English!

So what do you get?

Honigtwiete is a 20x15 lot best placed in Britechester (Honeydew Fields lot) or somewhere else if you feel like it. The lot is set as a residential lot and consists of 2 houses. The house on the left is completely unfurnished and has a basement apartment with separate access from the street. The house on the right is completely furnished. I had the idea to create a townhouse that is partly rented out to students while the owner still lives there, but you're welcome to create your own story or just go with it. Either way, I furnished the townhouse with that idea in mind: the ground floor consists of a living room with a dining area and a kitchen. The 2nd floor belongs to the owner and consists of another living room, a bedroom and an ensuite. The 3rd floor is rented out and has 2 bedrooms with separate bathrooms.

Uses items from the following packs: looks best with almost all packs. But a tip: take a look at the build in the gallery and click on the packs to see the items I used from that pack, it might also look good with fewer packs.

Download: Google Drive (490mb) | or up on the gallery: aeromantica

Is the CC included? Yes.

I want to thank these cc-creators especially since their pieces were integral in making this build come alive: @surely-sims, @baufive, @sforzcc, @awingedllama, @leaf-motif.

@kiwisim4, @bluehopperx, @ccbybudgie, @alexpilgrimblog. Thank you so much for your wonderful cc!

-> Btw. I’m still using DX9, so you might have to do a batch fix if you’re already using DX11.

TOU: Please don’t claim as your own or put behind paywalls etc. If you find any issues please let me know + tag me if you’ll use the building, I’d love to see it in your games.

If you like what I do and want to show your appreciation, I have a ko-fi!

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lalacliffthorne · 12 days ago

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a summer storm and movie night with the whole gang 🍿💕

(this is so long it might as well count as a one shot, but it's also just so wholesome and cosy)

"Cass?", I yell, my voice slightly muffled. "Help!"

I hear the creaking of the couch and heavy steps closing in quickly. Then they falter, followed by a loud snort.

"What the fuck -"

"Hlep," I mumble softly.

There's a deep, barely suppressed laugh somewhere on the other side of the mattress that I've been dragging from Cassian's room and somehow managed to get stuck in the doorway. Then a tattooed hand appears above me and pats my head.

"It's okay, sweets, I got you." Cassian sounds like he's grinning widely, and I grumble and somehow manage to flip him off.

"Get it off me!"

There's a tug, then the mattress drops forward, and I plummet forward with it, barely managing to catch myself in the doorframe.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cassian holds out a hand, and when I grab it, he pulls me over the mattress and catches me before I can faceplant. There's a grin on his face as he holds me upright until I find my footing, squeezing my waist before looking down at the mattress, and I huff and straighten, blowing a strand of hair out of my face.

"Want to set up the living room before the others get here, and your mattress is the biggest, so -"

"Why didn't you say anything; I would've helped you, you little shithead." Shaking his head, Cassian leans down and easily lifts the mattress off the ground, propping it against the doorframe.

"I don't know, you were busy," I grumble and straighten my t-shirt.

"Never too busy for you, sweetheart." Cassian crunches his brows dramatically, then breaks into a wide grin when I kick his shin.

Chuckling under his breath, Cass nudges my side, creases forming in his cheeks when he nods towards the living room. "C'mon, let's move the coffee table out of the way before we get this thing in there."

Sighing, I slip past him, and Cass follows me.

The living room is dunked in warm light, the door to the balcony open. The first summer storm is brewing outside, thick dark clouds are covering the sky and the air smells sweet and faintly like rain.

Cass and I carry the coffee table over to the windows, then we push the armchairs together so they form a backrest. I squint at the now empty space between the couches, then I lean myself against the right one to move it to the side a little.

"Hrghhh..."

My feet slide over the hardwood floors, and there's a snort behind me. Then Cass starts laughing, his shoulders shaking and head tipping back.

"Stop laughing and help me," I whine, barely holding back the giggle beginning to bubble in my own chest, and Cass shakes his head with a wide grin, dimples digging into his cheeks when he helps me drag the couch a few feet back.

Together, we pull his mattress into the space between the couches. Then I go and get the blankets and array of pillows from my own. I can barely see over the big heap as I carry it back into the living room, but I manage to not run into any doorways. Cass disappears into his bedroom to get his own blanket before carrying Azriel's and Rhys' duvets into the living room.

When the pillows are finally arranged and the duvets cover the couches, I'm fanning myself. "Fucking hell, please make it rain soon."

Cassian plops down with a groan and stretches out in the middle of the mattress, his muscles bunching for a few seconds before he relaxes and drops his head onto one of my pillows, brows crunching. "Why don't we just always have it like this; this is fucking amazing."

"I don't know." I climb over the couch and happily plop down next to him. Shuffling around until I can rest my head on his stomach, I relax dramatically and exhale.

Slowly, my eyes slide shut. The scent of Cassian's cologne rises into my nose, mixing with the heavy scent of coming rain and a slightly cooler breeze brushing in through the window. Cassian's torso moves under my head with his slow, even breaths, shifting when he props his head onto his arm. Outside, the first raindrops hit the stone of the balcony.

The peace is abruptly interrupted when there's a deep call of my name.

I grumble, and Cassian's chest vibrates when he chuckles under his breath.

"Oi."

A pillow lands on my face, and I jump.

"Rhys!"

Cassian starts laughing properly, his body shaking mine and head tipping back, and I grab the pillow to pull it from my face, craning my neck and glaring, even though I can't keep a pout from forming on my face. "What the fuck was that for?"

A feline smirk is gracing Rhys' face as he rests his hands onto the back of the couch. "Gently waking you from your slumber, princess."

Cassian's deep chuckle shakes my head, and I flip Rhys off.

"What do you want?" Huddling in again, I blink sleepily. "I'm comfy."

"Oh, I can see that." A dimple digs into Rhys' cheek when he smirks at me, and I grumble, closing my eyes and flipping him off again.

"We're doing quality control." Cassian's voice vibrates through me, deep and lazy, the light smirk on his lips audible.

"Of what, your own mattress?" Sarcasm drips from Rhys' voice.

Cassian shifts, the movement making my head roll to the side lightly when he shrugs. "Hey, we need to see if it's still comfy when it's on the floor."

"And?" Rhys raises an eyebrow drily.

"Come and find out." Cassian grins shit-eatingly, and Rhys huffs.

"You know you want to..." I sing sang, patting the mattress next to me without opening my eyes, feeling a wide smile slowly spreading over my lips.

For a second, I can feel Rhys stare. Then he exhales deeply and pushes off the couch. "Whatever. You won't move anyway."

"Nope." I can hear the light smirk in Cassian's voice and giggle.

A second later, the mattress dips; the smell of something dark and expensive washes over me, then Rhys drops his head onto my stomach and sighs. "You two are an awful influence."

"Shhhhh...", Cassian and I mumble in unison, Cassian's face splitting into a wide grin while I reach out to blindly pat Rhys' chest.

"You love us."

I can feel him huff, but there's the trace of a grin in his voice when he mumbles: "Yeah, yeah."

Beaming softly, I exhale and bury into the blankets.

Outside, rain slowly starts pattering against the sandstone of the balcony. I can feel Cassian's chest rising and falling steadily with his breaths, and Rhys' hair tickling my skin where my shirt has ridden up. Warmth radiates from both of them, and something swells gently in my chest.

I'm a few seconds away from truly dozing off when the floorboards creak and a deep voice brushes over my skin, low and smooth and lazy.

"Do I want to know?"

My heart swells against my ribs until it feels like they might crack open, and a beaming smile spreads over my face.

"Quality control," it echoes from three mouths in unison, a giggle bubbles in my throat, and my lids flutter open.

Both Rhys' and Cassian's eyes are still closed. Rhys is smirking, and Cassian is grinning, creases forming in his cheeks.

Another giggle shakes my body softly, and I crane my neck. My gaze finds the doorway, and my chest swells.

Azriel is leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, one dark eyebrow arched slightly and a smirk tugging at his lips. The planes of his face look like carved from marble in the soft, warm light, his eyes filled with lazy amusement as they pierce mine, and my breath catches.

"Wanna join?" I send him a wide, cheeky smile.

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepens with his smirk, and he raises an eyebrow, his low voice vibrating through me lazily. "Didn't you want to finish your cake?"

Rhys exhales before pushing himself up with a soft groan. "God damn it, he's right." He pats my calf. "Alright, come on, princess; nap time's over."

I whine, and Cassian's chest shakes with his deep chuckles when he stretches out his hand. With a sigh, I grab it, and Cass pulls me up into a seated position.

"Thank you." I press a smacking kiss onto his cheek, then I laboriously push myself to my feet and climb over his legs. Rhys smirks and flicks my nose, and I huff and flip him off. Then I slip past him, and my eyes meet Azriel's, deep and amber and twinkling.

The doorbell rings, and I press the last blueberry into the cream I've spread over the homemade sponge, then I slide over the kitchen floor into the hall to buzz the downstairs door open.

Unlocking the front door to the flat and leaving it standing ajar, I pad back into the kitchen. Rain patters steadily against the window, and the candles on the table flicker. The air smells like petrichor, berries and chocolate when I lean down to pull the tray with little warm tartes from the oven.

I hear footsteps on the stairs out in the hallway when I start cutting the cake into big slices. A few seconds later, there's a happy groan, and when I look over my shoulder, Mor drops her umbrella onto the floor dramatically and closes her eyes as she breathes in deeply. Then she opens them again and grins widely.

"God, I love you two."

Rhys snorts, and Mor beams and throws her arms around me in a tight hug. She's wearing pyjamas as requested; a deep red satin set, her hair gathered in a messy bun at the top of her head that wiggles happily when she presses a smacking kiss onto my cheek before squeezing past me.

Behind her, Feyre closes the front door with her shoulder and sends me a wide smile. "Hey." She holds up two big paper bags. "Snacks, as requested. I brought you caramel popcorn."

"Mhmm..." Mor sniffs at the chocolate tartes cooling on the counter before beaming at the cake next to them. Then she blinks and raises her head, frowning. "We're still ordering pizza though, right?"

Rhys smirks. "Oh, yeah, I know this isn't feeding you nor Cass."

Mor grins and pats his cheek, raising her brows with a happy sigh. "You know us too well."

Feyre appears next to me, pulling me into a tight hug and beaming softly at me. She's also wearing comfy clothes; a hoodie I feel like I know from somewhere and a pair of soft wide pyjama pants.

I giggle and squeeze her back, then I raise my brows. "What else did you get?"

Feyre raises her brows and plops the bags onto the counter. "So, we bought two more kinds of popcorn, pretzels, crisps, chocolate -"

"Did somebody say chocolate?" Cass appears in the doorway and sniffs the air, brows crunching inquisitively. He has showered, his hair half dried and haphazardly pulled back, and changed into a wide t-shirt and loose joggers.

Mor bounds over to hug him happily, and Cass chuckles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and squeezing.

"Alright, there are bowls over there, just put whatever you got in there." Rhys sends Feyre a feline smirk. "Darling -"

Feyre huffs, but her cheeks tinge pink even as she glowers at him, and Rhys' grin widens as his eyes pierce her face.

Clearing my throat softly, I pull one of the bags with shopping towards me and gently bump my elbow into Feyre's back. She hastily turns around, and I send her a cheeky grin. "Bowls please?"

The blush on her cheeks deepens, and she glares at me and pulls the bowls towards us.

Over her head, I catch Rhys' staring at her, a small crease forming in his cheek.

A giggle bubbles in my throat, and he blinks, tearing himself out of it and meeting my gaze.

Whipped, I mouth, widening my eyes and sending him a bright, mischievous smile.

Rhys huffs and clears his throat, turning. "Alright, Mor, can you get me the whipped cream out of the fridge?"

Giggling under my breath, I start dumping popcorn into a bowl.

Feyre helps me unpack the snacks, handing the bowls to Cass who takes them into the living room. Then she picks up the rest of the plates Mor has carefully placed big slices of cake on, and Rhys follows after her.

Pulling open the fridge, I stack cans with soda into my arm, then I reach for the jug with homemade lemonade and call over my shoulder: "Hey, can somebody -"

A chest brushes against my back, a hand catches the soda can nearly slipping out of my arm, and a low voice mumbles somewhere above my head: "Keep you from trying to carry everything and risking dropping something?"

My heart swells against my ribs, and I start beaming softly.

Without looking, I hold the jug up over my shoulder, and long, scarred fingers brush against mine as they accept it. I grab some more sodas before moving back, my back presses into a warm chest, and a tattooed arm appears above my head, closing the fridge.

Turning around, I grin mischievously, crunching my nose. "Keeps me from going twice."

There's a low huff, and my heart leaps gently against my ribs when my eyes meet Azriel's, piercing my face and twinkling lazily. There's a crease forming in his cheek, a light smirk tugging at his lips, and I smile up at him, squinting. "We need glasses."

Azriel places the saved can in my arms and waits until I have tucked it under my chin before pulling his hand away, his knuckles brushing a strand of hair out my face. "I got it."

My breath catches gently when his rough fingers tuck an escaped strand of hair behind my ear, and the crease in his cheek deepens. Then Azriel dips his head, and my heart gets stuck in my throat when his fingers lightly hook under my chin, tipping it up. His nose brushes against mine, my breath hitches, and Azriel's lips curve when he slowly presses them against mine.

A soft noise escapes my throat. My fingers tremble around the cans when Azriel's rough fingers brush against my throat, then they slide into my hair, and I stretch lightly and kiss back.

Azriel makes a rough sound deep in his chest, his body pressing closer, flush against my side, fingers threading through my hair and pulling gently. Then he lazily deepens the kiss. His tongue swipes against mine, and I cling to the cool cans in my arms, spine shuddering and something bursting low in my stomach.

Azriel exhales against my cheek, then he slowly pulls back, his thumb slowly brushing over the side of my neck. His breath grazes my lips, and my heart pounds against my ribs.

"Oi," Rhys' deep voice calls from the hall, and my heart missed a beat, swerving sharply. "Did you two get lost in the fridge or what's taking you so long?"

Azriel and I roll our eyes in unison, and he straightens, stepping to the side. His palm gently cups the side of my neck when he presses one last warm kiss against my temple, then it slides down my side, and feeling my heart thrum against my ribs, I squeeze past him.

The living room smells like candles and chocolate. The window to the balcony is still wide open, letting in cooler air and the scent of wet earth. Rain is splattering onto the balustrade, and the candles on the window sills flicker.

Mor helps me put the cans into the big bucket with ice while Feyre fills some glasses that Azriel brings in, his elbow brushing against my back gently. Then we curl up on the mattress, Mor on my left, Feyre huddled in on my right, burying into the pillows and blankets. The bowls with snacks are distributed evenly around us, and I snag the one with the caramel popcorn. Azriel stretches out on one of the couches, stuffing pillows into his back, and Cass flops into the armchairs behind us, draping his long legs over the arm rest.

Rhys is last, handing out the plates with cake and chocolate tartes that are drowning in whipped cream before stretching out on the second couch, grabbing the remote and smirking lazily.

"So, who picks first?"

Thunder rumbles in the distance, and I snuggle into my blanket, feeling Mor's elbow nudge against mine when she lifts a piece of pizza out of the box balanced on her knees, eyes glued to the screen of the TV.

We're halfway through the second movie of the night. The pizza arrived a lil less than half an hour ago, and the greasy scent makes my stomach grumble happily when I help myself to another slice. Rhys is lazily reclined on his couch, sipping from his drink. Feyre stretches to grab a napkin, and Mor fights with a string of cheese.

Over her head, amber eyes meet mine, and something swells gently against my ribs when a lazy twinkle flashes through them.

Behind me, Cassian shifts. Then he groans and grumbles: "Jesus fucking Christ, can you girls scooch, my back is killing me."

Mor snorts a laugh, and I crane my neck to grin up at him. "You okay?"

Cassian huffs, brows crunched. "No, sitting like this makes me feel like I've aged like a couple hundred years. I don't think I've ever felt my ass like this before."

Feyre's shoulders shake with silent giggles, and grinning, I dig myself out my blanket. "Alright, come on, old man, you can take my place."

Cass whines when he lifts himself out of his seat, making a face when his back cracks, and giggling, I climb over Mor's legs, squeezing past two bowls with crisps. Then I raise my head, and my eyes meet Azriel's, twinkling lazily in the warm light.

The corner of his lips curves, and he shifts, dropping his knee to the side and raising a brow.

My heart swells against my ribs, and slowly starting to beam softly, I climb onto the cushions, dropping into the space between his legs. Azriel huffs dramatically, and I elbow him, feeling his grin against my temple when he slides his arms around my waist and pulls me into his body.

Warmth spreads through me, and I melt into his chest, leaning my head against his jaw. Azriel's hand slides under my shirt, and my breath catches when his rough skin brushes over mine, cupping my side. His breath grazes my temple, then he drops his head to bury his nose in my hair. His knees come up to box me in tightly, and his thumb slowly starts to sweep back and forth over my skin.

My heart leaps high, and something starts thrumming under my ribs until a ridiculously wide smile threatens to spill over my lips.

I wake up with a slightly achy neck, my body curled against something warm and solid and a familiar scent filling my lungs that makes my heart swell slowly and gently against my ribs.

Curling closer, I force open my tired eyes.

Beyond the window, the sky is glowing warmly, the sun just starting to peak over the horizon. Birds are chirping, and the breeze brushing through the window smells like summer.

I yawn, then I raise my head, blinking against the sleep in my eyes.

A soft giggle nearly bubbles from my throat.

Cass is spread out belly down over the middle of the mattress, his face smushed against a pillow. Somehow, while asleep, he has gotten rid off his t-shirt. Mor's foot is hanging off the edge of the mattress, her hair unravelled around her face, and Feyre lays with her back to them, curled into a ball under her blanket. Rhys has turned her way on the couch, his arm hanging off the cushions.

Feeling my chest swell and a wide smile slowly spreading over my face, I drop my head again and curl into Azriel's body.

For a while longer, I stay smushed between him and the back of the couch, feeling Azriel's chest rise against my body with his slow, even breaths and the way his scent fills my lungs. Then the need to pee gets too strong.

Slowly, I peel myself out of Azriel's grip. His hand twitches against my ribs, and something tips over in my chest when his dark brows crunch gently.

Leaning down, I softly press my lips onto his cheek and whisper: "Be right back."

Azriel's lips curve just barely. Then his grip slowly loosens, and I slide off the couch, wincing at the way my back cracks.

I climb over empty bowls and Mor's feet to get to the door. When my gaze flickers over my friends, my eyes get caught on Feyre. Her hand is stretched out towards where Rhys' arm is hanging off the couch.

His fingers are brushing her palm.

Something swells gently against my ribs, and feeling my lips curve into a soft, beaming smile, I turn around and quietly slip out into the hall.

When I get back a few minutes later, Azriel's spot on the couch is empty, and I hear quiet clanking from the kitchen. Rubbing my eyes, I pad through the hall, raising my head, and my breath catches gently.

Azriel looks over his shoulder. The first golden sun rays spill around him, breaking through the tousled dark strands of his hair and reflect in his eyes, making them glow like liquid caramel.

One corner of his lips curves, and he lightly raises an eyebrow.

"Morning." His low, deep voice vibrates through me, lazy and hoarse with sleep, and something swells against my ribs.

Slowly, I start to beam back gently, starting to trudge towards him and crunching my nose against the light. "Hi."

The crease in Azriel's cheek deepens, his head dipping as his eyes follow me, and I slide under his arm and lean into his side. "Coffee?"

Azriel's chest vibrates with a low, soft laugh; something catches in my throat, and when I raise my head, I just catch the way his eyes crinkle.

My heart swells until it feels like it might burst.

Quickly, I stretch, and Azriel's arm slides down my back when I press my lips onto his jaw. His hand curls around my ribcage, and when I slowly pull back, he turns his head until his nose brushes against mine.

My breath hitches, and the corner of Azriel's lips curves. Then he dips his head and kisses me, slow, lazy, until my fingers curl into his t-shirt and my heart thrums against my ribs.

We only break apart when there's no breath left between us, my body buzzing and my head spinning. Azriel's thumb brushes slowly over my ribs, his nose gently nudges mine. Then he gently pulls his head back just enough to raise a dark eyebrow at me, his eyes twinkling lazily in the golden light. "Coffee?"

I blink up at him before mumbling: "Right, yeah."

Azriel grins, a slow, lazy thing that makes me breathless all over again like his scent filling my lungs, and I grumble softly, feeling my heart swell against my ribs.

Comfortable, warm silence settles over the kitchen as we start to move around each other in an easy rhythm. The sun slowly begins to rise over the roofs on the other side of the street, shining through the kitchen window, making Azriel's eyes glow like molten amber as he puts on a kettle and lets me pass him, his hand brushing against the small of my back, settling there for a moment. I pull the cups from the cupboard and the milk from the fridge and place them on the counter, my elbow brushing against Azriel when he fills coffee beans into the grinder. Then I pad over the cold kitchen tiles and slide my arms around his middle.

My heart swells at the feeling of his tall, solid body, and I slowly let myself sink into him, resting my cheek against his back and blinking sleepily.

I can feel Azriel turn his head to look over his shoulder. Then he turns back ahead, and his palm gently wraps around my forearm for a moment, his thumb slowly brushing back and forth. The warmth of his skin starts seeping through the soft fabric of his t-shirt, and I make a soft noise and curl into his back, feeling the muscles in his shoulders shift.

I stay like this until the coffee is done. Only then I slowly pull back, rubbing my eyes and accepting the gently steaming cup Azriel hands me, his rough fingers brushing some hair behind my ear before pressing against my back, softly guiding me towards the couch.

I climb onto the cushions, crunching my nose to suppress a yawn when I carefully place my cup onto the table.

The couch dips when Azriel slides in next to me, then his arm slides around my waist, and I make a soft noise when he pulls me into his body until my back is pressed into his chest. Curling into him, I reach out to grab my coffee, wrapping my fingers around it and blinking sleepily, and Azriel reaches for his own cup.

The golden rays of sunlight slowly wander over the kitchen floor as I sip my coffee, feeling Azriel's chest slowly rise and fall in my back, his arm sliding tighter around me and lips occasionally brushing against my temple. The quiet is sleepy and warm and comfortable, making my lids flutter gently.

The coffee is long empty and I've curled into Azriel's chest, my fingers slowly brushing back and forth over his forearm, feeling his thumb trace over my hip where his hand has slipped under my t-shirt when the others wake up.

Rhys is first to trudge into the kitchen. Azriel lifts his head from where his nose was buried in my hair, looking over his shoulder, and when I crane my neck gently, Rhys blinks into the morning light, brows scrunched and hair messy. Then he mumbles, deep voice raspy from sleep: "Coffee."

Azriel's lips quirk lazily, and I giggle softly into his t-shirt.

Feyre appears next, hair half fallen out of her braid and eyes tired. She flushes a little when her eyes find Rhys leaning against the counter, staring at the coffee machine like he's willing it to speed up.

Mor pads through the door a few minutes later just as Rhys hands Feyre a cup. There's a bit of smudged mascara under her eyes that she wipes away with her sleeve as she flops onto the nearest chair, blinking tiredly. Then she mumbles: "Hunger."

Rhys chuckles and places a steaming cup in front of her. "Pancakes?"

Mor slowly reaches for the coffee and takes a long slip. Then she nods slowly. "Pancakes."

Rhys smirks and pats her shoulder, then he turns around. Feyre climbs off her chair and joins him at the counter, and Mor gets up, slowly trudging past the table to plop down onto the other end of the couch, curling up against the arm rest and tangling her legs with mine, rubbing her eyes.

Slowly, the kitchen begins to wake. Mor sips her coffee, giggling under her breath when she bumps her ankle against my leg. Rhys and Feyre mix pancake batter and banter quietly, shoulders bumping as they move around each other like they have been doing so for years. Rhys' eyes start to twinkle every time he looks down at her, his smile growing until dimples dig into his cheeks, and even though Feyre huffs at him and shoots him glares, I can see her skin flush gently and the way she tries to hide a smile.

When Cass finally trudges through the door, bare chested and eyes sleepy, the sunlight paints streaks through the dusty air that smells sweet and greasy and Rhys is placing a plate with big stacks of pancakes on the table.

"Morning." Cassian's deep voice is so raspy, it sends a gentle shiver through me and makes him clear his throat and mumble: "Jesus."

Mor giggles and pushes herself up, and Feyre sets a plate with bacon next to the pancakes as Cassian flops down onto a chair, blinking tiredly.

Little by little, soft chatter starts filling the air. I stay curled into Azriel's chest, warmth pulsing through my chest as I watch Feyre and Rhys' bump elbows, Mor's concentrated frown as she meticulously assembles her second cup of coffee, and Cassian's sleepy nose wriggle when he starts piling pancakes onto his plate.

Rough fingers slide between mine, linking them together slowly and squeezing, and I squeeze back, reaching for my cup and hiding my slowly growing smile behind the rim.

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ynbabe · 1 year ago

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Cute situations w/ f1 drivers- ep2.

Asking the drivers if they 'wanna nap?'

Charles:

"Wanna nap?" You asked the man as soon as he stepped into his hotel room, tired and eyes red. You knew Ferrari wasn't some winter wonderland but you didn't know why Charles put up with it.

You had been close friends with the man, since before he'd started f3 too, you knew he bled Ferrari red but this wasn't bleeding this was suicide.

Nonetheless, you were there for him, every weekend, only today there wasn't much to do, he had just come back from some meetings. He looked at you and hummed, taking off team-issued merch and throwing himself on the bed beside you.

You turned on some sad Adele song and faded into sleep, holding the boy close to you, his head resting on the curve of your neck.

Carlos:

"Wanna nap?" You asked Carlos as you both walked into his drivers' room, it was early in the morning at the Las Vegas GP and just as the year before they had messed up the timings and the drivers had to wait till four-thirty in the morning to get on with the programme.

Knowing the both of you, you were sure if you hadn't extended the offer the both of you would have ended up doom-scrolling through Netflix looking for some show to watch fighting off sleep.

"What?" He asked, shocked at the offer for a second before raising his browns and winking at you, "You finally feel my charm didn't you?" he laughed as he climbed onto the small and rickety bed next to you. "Smooth operator strikes again," he praised himself, pulling you close to him, enveloping you in his arms as the big spoon.

You groaned and kicked his shin, making him complain, "Dude you're so fucking lame!" You made fun of the older man who only replied with terrorism (tickling you,) "S-top, stop, I'm sorry," you laughed, trying to escape the death grip he had on you, eventually getting him to stop.

He let you catch your breath as he set an alarm, before trapping you in his warm arms again, both drifting into a comfortable sleep.

Lando:

It was way past midnight but you couldn't sleep, unable to get yourself out of the party high, too drunk to rest your brain. Thankfully you weren't the only one.

There was a barrage of knocks on your hotel room, a slurred voice with a British accent begging to be let in. "Y/n/nnnnn, I can't sleep," he cried once in the room, stumbling over nothing as you both made your way to your bed.

You giggled as he fell, brushing his hands over the cold blanket. You joined him, crawling onto the bed slowly as the room around you spun. You laid on your back, clinging onto the bed for dear life.

Lando noticed and piled on top of you, making you raise a question brow. "So you don't fall off," he muttered, his face buried in your chest.

"Ohhhh, that makes sense," you said, understanding his thought process as the spinning slowed down. "We should nap," you said out loud, eyes shutting due to the comforting warm weight on top of you.

Lando hummed in return, wrapping his hands around your waist, as you pulled one hand up to his and another grabbing his curls for extra support.

Oscar:

There were two things everyone knew about Oscar, he hated waking up early and he loved sleeping. So when his trainer woke him up on a perfectly cosy yet cool Monday morning to exercise, he nearly wanted to kill the man, only stopping because that would take much more effort than simply going through with the workout.

Your apartment was closer to the gym than his, so he happily invited himself in to bitch and moan about his trainer and how that man must have hated him.

Rolling at your friend's antics, you pushed away your laptop, walking from the dining table to where he was sitting on your sofa.

"Wanna nap?" You had barely finished your question when you were pulled onto the Australian.

"I thought you'd never ask," he whispered, as he shuffled on the narrow sofa to get comfortable, you still on top of him, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face buried in his neck.

"Are you using me as a teddy bear?" You asked incredulously, trying to get up to no avail as the man's grip on you was far too strong.

"Yes, now let me sleep," he murmured, already half gone.

George:

George had a habit of pushing himself too far, ever since he was a child. When you guys had just newly become friends, the boy had spent hours trying to find out what exactly you liked and didn't, stalking your Instagram and your family's Facebook.

You had found it endearing but also concerning how he always wanted to be perfect. So when you walked into his house at midnight (you got a key made- there's a reason the both of you got along so well,) and found him staring unblinkingly at his laptop and a large mess of papers spread across the wooden coffee table.

"Dude, what is wrong with you," You whisper-yelled at the man making him jump, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Me? What is wrong with you?" He yelled, panting as you jumped over the back of the couch, sitting right next to him, ruffling through the papers much to his chagrin.

"Shut it, Georgie boy," you smirked at him using the nick name he hated. “What are you even doing, it’s so late?” You asked looking at the taller man who started off in a rant about the car and everything he was doing wrong, making you slide down on the sofa till you head was resting on the backrest. You lifted your feet up to rest them on the coffee table, making George rush to move a stack of papers so they wouldn’t be under your feet.

Perfect. You grabbed the man’s shoulders and made his head rest on your lap.

“What on earth are you doing!” He yelled more than asked, trying to get up but you doubled down.

“George you need to sleep,” you deadpanned as he tried to make you let him go, knowing his pleas fell on deaf ears he gave up.

You raised your brow, “wanna nap?” You asked teasing the boy.

“Only for a few minutes,” he pressed, making himself comfortable, while you tangled your fingers in his hair, “maybe more then,” he sighed and let his eyes shut, slightly watering and finally fell asleep.

Lewis

Lewis had never been a friend to you, he was more like an annoying yet caring older brother or like a fun uncle of sorts. The man was fiercely protective of his friends, even those whom he saw in animosity.

But you were different, Lewis would steal your coffee, eat your food, and push you around but he'd also sneak you Red Bull (much to his disgust,) into his driver's room during late races, walk you to your hotel room after parties and get you souvenirs from races you couldn't be at. Similarly, you loved to annoy the man, stealing his expensive jackets, which looked hilarious due to the size difference, stealing his headphones and running away with them and most importantly coming to him with your problems day or night.

So no, Lewis wasn't surprised when you showed up to his driver's room in the middle of the day, even though Toto had revoked your pass for the day (for bullying George, but it was worth it,). He was ready to tease you but then he saw your eyes, red and tears flowing down your face.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He immediately came up to you, giving you a once-over to see if you were injured. "Did someone say something, are you hurt?" He asked panicking at your silence. You simply wrapped your arms around the older man, hiding your face in his chest, quietly sobbing and sniffling.

He walked you both to the sofa in his room, seating you down, trying to wipe your tears, "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked as you finally calmed down, using his arm as support to sit up.

You cleared your throat, "No, I just wanna nap," you hiccuped slightly.

"Okay," he leaned back so you could rest your head on his shoulder, giving you one of his airpods to relax, which you gladly accepted.

Lance & Fernando (they aren't always gonna be together but the situations... THE SITUATIONS WRITE THEMSELVES)

"Oh honey that’s not," Lance said pointing to your coloured hair (matching with Alex) and thats how the conversation had started and had ended in a cat fight.

“At least I’m not a nepo baby,” you yelled as you threw a basket of oranges at him, which he dodged, darn those f1 reflexes. The basket itself smacked him square in the face, leaving a red indent across his nose. He glared for a second before jumping over the table you were fighting across and pulled your hair. “Owww, you bitch”

You bit his hands in defence, to which he kicked your shin, screaming you launched yourself at him, crashing the both of you to the ground, “oh my god, okay, truce, truce,” he panted, pushing you off him.

“Just so you can catch your breath,” you retorted making him mock you. In reality, you were definitely much more tired than he was. You were struggling to catch your breath, your head killing you where he grabbed a large chunk of your hair.

You turned to look at him, resting your head on his stretched arm, he was massaging his nose, the bruise turning purple now, “well that was fun,” he turned to face you.

“Sooooo fun,” you rolled your eyes, “wanna nap? My heads killing me,” you are far him in accusation but he glared right back pointing to his swollen nose.

“Sure,” he shrugged, shifting closer to you and closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to make a joke but were interrupted, “there are like a million oranges on the floor right now, I’ll throw one at you,” you accepted defeat and fell into a comfortable sleep.

That’s how Fernando found the both of you, slightly scowling but fast asleep, he took a picture for blackmail’s sake and placed a blanket over the two of you.

PT-2 w/ Max, Logan, Alex, Daniel, Yuki, Pierre, Esteban, Zhou.

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pastryfication · 7 months ago

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winter wonderland

pairing: kimi antonelli x leclerc!reader

note: i’m not really satisfied with this but it’s cosy and christmassy so we ball 🙂‍↕️

part one of my advent celebration

december had a way of coming creeping just at the right time. it brought a lightness to everything, spreading a nice warm feeling across everything as it rolled around with its christmas cheer and holiday cosiness.

to celebrate christmas that year, your family had rented out a cabin at your favourite ski resort, nestled in the heart of the french alps. it was a tradition you had kept up for a long time, but for the first time, the friend you brought wasn’t just a friend. he was someone much more special.

the small chalet style cabin your brother had arranged for your group was the perfect charming blend of rustic elegance and winter magic. it was made of dark wood with steep, snow-covered roofs adorned with twinkling fairy lights that cast a warm glow as the night settled in. snow piled neatly on the nearby balconies, where wreaths and red ribbons hung along the edges, adding festive touches to the scene.

you and kimi had gotten your own room—much to arthur’s dismay—and it was as magical as the rest of the house. until then, you had enjoyed your evenings together, cuddled in the warm, cozy bed, but as it was your boyfriend’s last night with you before he flew home to spend the holidays with his family, you had decided to go explore a small village located just outside the boarder of the resort.

you were walking along a small road close to the middle of the town. the square was alive with the cheerful hum of holiday spirit, and market stalls lined the cobblestone paths, selling everything from hand-knit scarves to spiced cider and roasted chestnuts. a large christmas tree stood proudly at the center, its branches decorated with delicate glass ornaments and shimmering tinsel, while the soft notes of a carol floated through the air from a street performer’s violin.

beyond the village, you could see the ski runs snake down the mountainside, illuminated by the golden light of the setting sun. skiers and snowboarders still dotted the slopes, gliding gracefully down the white mountainside. the peaks of the surrounding alps, capped with snow, rose majestically against the sky shifting from pale blue to the soft lavender of twilight.

it was getting late, and your mum had already sent a message to let you know that you had to be home soon, but everything about the moment was so absolutely perfect, and you didn’t want to break it just yet.

the snow crunched delicately under your boots as you took another step through the magic winter wonderland of the small village. the street performer had changed to a christmas love song, the soft tones creating the perfect backdrop to your walk.

despite the thick, fluffy gloves you both were wearing, kimi’s hand felt warm in yours. every so often, he’d squeeze it a little tighter, a silent signal that made you glance up. his eyes always met yours with that familiar, loving sparkle, sometimes followed by a quick kiss on the tip of your cold nose.

he adored the way you looked all bundled up in your thick coat, scarf and woollen hat with a frosty blush covering your cheeks. it made him all giddy on the inside and he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger as a goofy smile took over his face. it made your heart skip; it was rare to see him this relaxed, away from the newfound pressure of the track and cameras.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered as you passed a stall selling handmade ornaments. kimi’s fingers squeezed yours again, and when you looked up, he had that smile—the one that made your heart flutter.

“me too,” he said, his voice low and earnest, before he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

you looked at him, puzzled. he turned to you fully and whispered your name, his breath visible in the cold air. “i love you.”

your smile widened, a new blush spreading across your cheeks—this time not from the chill. “i love you more.”

“not possible,” he immediately remarked back, not giving you a chance to protest. even if you hadn’t been able to see his face, you would still have been able to hear the smile in his voice.

you smiled right back up at him, but before you could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. it was short and sweet, both of you smiling into the kiss, and when you pulled apart, giggles filled the air between you.

“we should probably head back,” you said, the reluctance clear in your voice as you glanced at the sky now deepening into night.

he sighed, nodding. “yeah. wouldn’t want to give your brothers another reason to dislike me.”

you pouted, your gloved hand coming up to caress his cheek. “they don’t hate you. they just have a hard time accepting the fact that i’ve grown up.”

he leaned into your touch, nodding his head with soft eyes. “yeah, yeah. whatever you say.”

✦ ✦ ✦

later, as found yourself at home in the cabin once again, with the glow from the windows of the chalets and lodges reflecting off the snow, casting a magical light over the landscape, you found yourself back at your favourite place in the world: your boyfriend’s arms.

the scent of pine trees and wood smoke came in from the slightly open window and mingled with the faint sweetness of hot chocolate coming from the kitchen, where your mum and charlotte were cooking up snacks for your movie night.

a small fire crackled in the stone fireplace, its warmth spreading throughout the room. your family were all gathered around, laughter and cheerful chatter filling the air. charles emerged from the hallway with a soft smile, leaning down to ruffle your hair before pressing a kiss to your temple before he moved on to alex, who sat on the couch with an amused grin, and they exchanged a friendly nudge and a few teasing words.

arthur was sprawled out in one of the armchairs, wrapped in a blanket with only his tousled hair visible. he shot you a playful glare when he caught sight of you and kimi on the loveseat, but it was softened by the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

lorenzo was resting next to him, more up right and put together, but still relaxed in a way he only was around you. next to him, two empty spots were waiting for the rest of your close knit family.

leo was shuffling around on the floor, overwhelmed by the amount of cuddly people within his vicinity. his cute little snout poked at all of you as he surveyed the room, before he finally decided to join you and kimi by jumping into your lap.

you let out a small giggle and went to pet him. as the dog settled in between you, kimi’s arm tightened around you just a bit and you looked up at him with an adoring smile.

this, right here, felt absolutely perfect. this was your epitome of happiness. this was your wonderland. the most magical place in the world.

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citrinae · 10 days ago

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sneaking into their bed.

contents; mild degradation, suggestive, slightly fluffy (i think?), a little creepy towards kanato's part. first thing i’m posting in such a long time & it’s a dl contribution. what can i say, these 2d vampires really have a grip on me. enjoy yourselves, cool cats <3

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🎧ྀི♪⋆ shu

if you find him there to begin with, this guy is more likely to fall asleep against his entrance door than the bed, hands in his lap, music from his headphones still filling the space. when this happens, the only thing you can do is sit next to him, propping your head on his shoulder. this also comes with the risk of being called clingy and annoying; yet pushing you away would be too much of a hassle for him—“whatever,” his voice would push through a yawn. “flaunt that blood of yours in a vampire train station, for all i care.” he won’t open his eyes, neither would he stretch an arm around you no matter how close you’d cling onto him. “you already showed us how much of a slut you are.”

his bed is warm and cosy with soft sheets that someone can only lose themselves into. pulling them up your form, you are overwhelmed with how everything here smells like him—of rain and varnished wood and lilies of the valley. his music is on, gentle and hypnotic. curtains are shut, keeping any unwanted source of light from spilling in. watching him like this, face dug into his pillow, hair dishevelled, shoulder blades moving up and down, you would notice he looks more peaceful now than the times you stumbled upon him down the hallways of the manor, sleeping in places that wouldn’t cross your mind.

it’s an entracing view; hopelessly compelled, you press your cheek against his back, arms pulling into a cuddle. this is when the sigh comes. “a bother,” shu murmurs into his pillow. snapped back to your senses, you open your mouth, then close it. by now you should be used to what may follow after waking him up. shu himself got used to all the reactions he could coax from you. especially with the times you were about to say something. “not too loud,” he prevents. “your noise hurts my head.” a moment later he rolls to the side, and a pair of blue eyes floods your focus as he does. “can’t sleep?” rather, you’ve been curious to know what he’s been up to. you tell him that.

soon there’s a hand flattening on your ass; you shift your legs as he gives it a meaner squeeze. shu chuckles at that, a faint sound at the base of his throat. “kicking you out is too much of a hassle, so i suppose you can stay here?” he says. his voice is still coarse from his interrupted sleep. “and you have to make up for disturbing me, too, how will that go?” with his free hand shu runs a touch across your torso, a hot breath coating your neck. “i’m guessing this is what you’ve been after from the beginning, you whore.” long fingers work their way down your inner thigh. fangs prickle at your skin. “can’t sleep without your blood being sucked.”

☕‧₊˚ ⋅ reiji

hardly uses his bed. there were a few instances you tried seeking him out in his room, and each time, reiji was to be found either at his desk, proofreading notes, polishing porcelain, or not in his room at all. the laboratory is the second option in cases like this. when you crawl into his bed, it’s most likely to make him go to sleep than anything. he finds the gesture audacious and distasteful—“my, what an unsanitary habit. going to sleep anywhere but your own place. you ought to unlearn it as soon as possible, lest you end up like that good-for-nothing.” as you do it, you will come to notice a pattern of him changing the sheets after the moments you spent here.

despite reiji’s perpetual comments, there are still times you sink yourself into his sheets, waiting for him to join you. and sometimes he does, with a lingering sigh and a frown pulling his brows downwards. he sets down his glasses on the nightstand with a light sound. “very well,” he starts. if you insist on sleeping together, there’s a code of conduct to accommodate yourself with. but no worries—he will teach you everything you’ll need to know. after that, you should be mindful that any deviation will be punished accordingly. your head full of things you should and shouldn’t do, you lie on your back, eyes glazed over, facing the ceiling. there’s no other sound than your controlled breaths and a clock ticking somewhere in the background.

then, something else catches your attention. reiji’s voice: “no matter how impudently you conduct yourself, you sure do love taking orders from me, considering you are still here.” he sounds more amused now; you can’t but imagine his lips curling upwards. “what does that make you?” a beat later, you can feel his hair tickling your temple, his nose ghosting over your face. his fingers are slightly tugging at your pyjamas. “a pet? a servant?” he rolls his fangs down your neck to prove a point. “my personal food supplier?” laughter follows, hushed and gracious. his clothes smell of soap, a hint of bergamot underneath. “not only have you shown your outrageous audacity, but you are rather foolish as well, wanting to share a bed while reeking of blood.”

the moment your head eventually leans in his direction, you are met with something different from reiji’s stamp impersonality. his eyes are dark, intense, and the smile stretched on his face suggests that whatever intentions he has for today, sleeping is far from playing a role. not when you’re here, a study in progress for which he wouldn’t need a book or a desk, but a handful of choice words and a bolder touch. “luckily for you,” reiji adds up, thumb tracing the spots where his fangs have once wandered. “i have grown to surpass my urges. unless this is the reason why you so incessantly attempted to disturb my quiet?”

✮₊ 👑 ayato

he tends to misplace his things, so when you get into his room, especially in the dark, be careful of your step. he’s also a sound sleeper and won’t notice your presence right away. because of that, you’re able to enjoy some quiet in his proximity, even snuggle up to him if you’re feeling a little more adventurous. his hair is ruffled, and his leg is hugging the blanket as he wanders into a deeper dream. usually he sleeps with his forearm covering his eyes. his cologne lands on the stronger side, the type that easily embeds in someone’s clothes and sheets. it could be overwhelming at times, just like the rest of him, but it definitely adds up to a thrill of its own.

when he eventually becomes aware that you’re there, however, the air shifts, like a switch being flipped on. expect a hand on your waist, pulling you against his chest in a forceful motion. “heh, figured i was smelling something tasty,” his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “the best deserves only the best, without having to lift a finger. ‘m glad to see you finally get it.” with this he would trace a touch to your hips, your chest, your neck. ayato speaks with a dangerous intensity and won’t hesitate to do whatever he pleases with what he sees as ‘rightfully his’.

ayato would tease, bite, pinch and maybe even tickle you, a hurricane of inconveniences and bitter pleasures, but you won’t be allowed to complain since “you’re the one who called for your one and only, right?” he can have his softer moments, though. when he’s happy to be in your company, he would playfully bite your earlobe as he would keep you tightly in his arms. a leg draping itself around you, he won’t hesitate to express his possessiveness. “oi,” he’d say, somewhere between authority and intimacy. “who said you can leave? if you had the nerve to tip-toe all the way here, you might as well stay until i’m satisfied.” and you would do just so; not because you’re afraid of what he might do if you didn’t, but because you’ve become shamelessly addicted to the warmth of his embrace.

“hey, ‘m bored. entertain me, why don’t you?” most of the time, he would take the opportunity to have a pyjama party in two; curtains shut, snacks he stocked in his drawers, maybe some music as well—to reiji’s displeasure. he eats loudly, speaks with his mouth full, and lets crumbs fall all over the bed. there are knocks threatening the door from time to time, not that he cares enough about that to call it a night. occasionally ayato would keep an arm around your waist or shoulders, blanket thrown over your knees. for some, being around a significant other works as a narcotic. to him, it’s an energiser. he could go hours without feeling like getting back to sleep.

𐙚🧸ྀི kanato

most likely to throw a tantrum if you do this. “hey,” his voice would quiver at the base of his throat, raw anger close to bursting out. “who told you that you can come here? are you really this empty-headed?” it only gets worse if you touch teddy—truth be told, he made it quite clear to you before that teddy and teddy alone owns the right to sleep on that spot. the thing eerily looks at you from the other side of the bed. your eyes move back to kanato, without finding a thing to say. a moment passes until his voice finally thunders, high-pitched, frenzied, “fucking! answer! me!” you manage to explain that you only wanted to see what he was doing. he pushes you from the edge of the bed.

watching your form plastered on the floor, he laughs. hard. loud. “look at you! just like a puppet with its strings cut loose!” kanato takes teddy in his arms then, looking down at the bear for confirmation, his tone pushing to gentle, “isn’t that so, teddy? just like a puppet. this idiot here would make for a great dolly, right?” no answer comes from teddy, at least none that you’re aware of. but kanato listens intently, surprisingly patient. he also agrees to the idea of giving you a chance as one of his most treasured dolls and plushies—the ones he has displayed on his bed.

and he keeps a bunch, all right. they are carefully lined on either side of the bed, at your feet, scattered through the pillows. as more time passes, they start to feel almost alive, suffocating. kanato’s toys suffocate you. kanato lies on the side, looking at you with madman eyes and a weird smile stretched on his lips. he always had a feeling that you would be oh so very adorable as a doll, but he never thought how well you could fit in his collection. as expected, there’s a sugary scent in the air, like bubblegum or cotton candy. it isn’t necessarily unpleasant. if anything, it feels comforting. a strange balance you can’t seem to find a name for.

the same goes for the shiver that comes with kanato’s touch as he leans forward and caresses your cheek. “you like it here, don’t you, dolly?” he whispers. later, his touch rolls down to your jaw, and eventually, your neck. “i was so kind as to make room for you, should you give me something in return now?” the spark flaring in his eyes frightens you. “like your blood, perhaps?” stay silent, and he will snap. reply, and he will fling his fingers at your neck, holding you in place as he will drink your blood for longer than what can be called a healthy amount. either way, sleepovers with kanato are long and unpredictable. he will sing you lullabies to help you fall asleep.

-'🍷⁠⋆. laito

notices immediately. he will make sure to let you know that he does, with a theatrical moan and a chuckle peppered on his lips. “ah, if it isn’t lovely bitch-chan,” he would croon, still not moving to face you. “i take you were feeling just so honest today, wasn’t aware of this bolder side of you.” there’s a pause, enough to make your breath catch in your lungs. a beat later you’re embraced by waves of green, poised, expectant. laito drags himself uncomfortably close to you. “can’t say i don’t like to see it, though.” the next thing that hits you is his scent, something soft and tantalising at the same time, like roses and pepper. whatever intentions you had with you when climbing into laito’s bed, they are now frozen somewhere in the back of your mind.

“come now, what’s the plan?” he insists, words slow and velvety. “i’m here to your heart's content.” your attempt at an explanation does nothing but paint his cheeks a pinker shade. “bitch-chan,” laito whines against your lips. “you’re so clumsy, so cute. it kinda turns me on.” he doesn’t need to tell you that; you can already feel it, the air thickening, his arousal pressing against your body. in no time you feel like a butterfly lured to a spider’s web, and despite your better judgement, you wait for anything there might be in store for later. laito wraps his arms around your waist, hands tangled to your lower back, tying you to him completely. “i know my bitch-chan enjoys a good thrill, so i’ll try not to disappoint, okay? let’s do something f~u~n together.”

but he’s not always to be found in his room. maybe he isn’t at home at all, wandering places you’d rather not ask about. when that happens, and you’re met with an untouched bed, you sneak in anyway, hugging emerald covers. you’re already sound asleep the moment the door creaks. laito—unbottened shirt, messy hair, perfumes mixed up—watches you, at first confused, then downright surprised. a smile settles on not as fast as it would be expected of him. he goes about his bedtime routine quietly, occasionally turning his head to make sure you’re still there.

his teasing will increase tenfold after you wake up. it’s insufferable, truly. “mm,” he’d start, biting your cheek. “a little needy, are we? you waited all day for my fangs? so lewd of you, bitch-chan.” the questions follow: did you pleasure yourself, hot and desperate for him? did you do it naked? with your pyjamas on? what about the pillows? did you use any of those? can you so kindly pull a demonstration for him? he lies about having to rethink his laundry schedule based on each tiny detail you can share. yet despite the never-ending innuendos, laito is genuinely happy for having you seek him out in his bed. rewinding the scene, he even considers putting an end to his after-hours adventures.

🎸˚.ᐟ₊ subaru

going to his room is one thing (even though he told you several times to stay the fuck away), but getting under his sheets? touching him this way and that? he’s absolutely freaked out. “oi, the fuck’s this?!” he barks, trying to shake you off the bed. “‘ve you lost your fucking mind?!” and maybe you did, as you continue to tag along despite him pointing it out so clearly just how dangerous he could be, how unpredictable. from the other side of the bed you watch him breath in and out, chest quivering, mouth half-opened, blood-red eyes curtained by layers of unkempt hair. light streaks slip inside, cutting his features in half, dipping his skin in an ethereal glow.

at some point, subaru’s cheeks catch colour. he scratches his nape. “well, i mean,” he manages, words stumbling upon one another. “you can stay if you wanna stay. but don’t get the wrong idea or anything. okay?”and when he eventually realises you’re not leaving anytime soon, subaru doesn’t know if he should feel worried or relieved. restless, unnerved, he switches on all sides, his sighs deep and lingering as he does. silence follows. he doesn’t talk with you. does not look at you. tries to stay as far as possible from your side of the bed. touch him in any sort of way under the covers and he will burst into a flustered mess. “christ, can’t you fucking sleep?!”

he won’t tell you to return to your spot, however. never does. before he knows it, you two are pulled towards each other like magnets, at first by a touch of a finger, a fleeting stare, and soon enough, your legs tangle, his chin resting at the place between your neck and shoulder. he smells like metal and something earthy, something fresh, it reminds you of a pine forest on an autumn night. yet being so perilously close to you isn’t peaceful. isn’t quiet. subaru’s breath hitches, and his grip on your arm tightens. “the hell did i tell you about staying away?” he hisses. it feels like something he’s told to himself.

“here’s what you put yourself into,” is the last thing you hear before feeling his fangs dig into your skin. the bite is sharp, deep, his fingers clinging to you more roughly than you’d expect of him at this hour. it’s too late for him to restrain himself any longer. you take it because you’re captivated by the effects you have on him. as life gradually leaves your body, and the wounds he’s left on you start to numb, subaru snarls at his own recklessness. when he’s done, you find yourself somewhere between life and sleep, pleasure and daze. subaru tsks. “y’see?” he says, pushing your face down onto your pillow, a sudden gesture. his cheeks flash a vivid red. “this is what you get for fucking around with someone like me.”

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers x reader #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers scenarios #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 1 year ago

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hungry eyes | f. odair

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summary: finnick is a great cook, and a chef must taste-test all his meals, mustn’t he? including you.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), finnick is a munch and a thigh man, praise, swearing, cum swallowing, fingering

notes: i’m so sorry about the long-writing-time-to-short-word-count ratio. i don’t know if i like this ahhh. lmk what y’all think <3

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You were passing through the entry room of your house when the front door opened with a slight creak. Stepping through the doorway was Finnick, dressed in a white billowy Henley shirt (he had a few buttons purposely left open and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows) and a pair of dark grey pants.

His hair was a windswept mess of bronze waves with different strands poking out in various directions, but he somehow made it work. He looked…

Wow.

You, on the other hand, were still in your pyjamas, wearing a pair of thin cotton shorts and cosy thigh-high socks.

As soon as he entered the house, you could tell what kind of mood he was in. Drained. That tended to happen whenever he had to spend the day with his prep team and prepare for an upcoming event in the Capitol.

His cheerless eyes found yours and you swore a spark of life flickered in them.

“Hey, Finn,” you said. “Are y—oh!”

Before you could finish, he had wordlessly stepped towards you and collected you in his arms. Your feet left the ground as he picked you up and continued walking further into the house.

“What are you doing?” you gasped.

Your legs curled around his back, your body leaning into his chest so as not to fall backwards. He smelled really nice, like how you imagined sunlight hitting the sea on a warm summer’s day would smell.

“Making something to eat,” he finally spoke. His eyes briefly flickered to yours. “I’m hungry.”

Well, you did send him off that morning with some of last night’s leftover crab cakes, so he couldn’t have been that hungry. Plus, he was with his prep team. They would’ve had plenty of fancy Capitol-esque food on hand to satiate him.

Weird.

“So that means I don’t get a hello?” you teased.

Finally, a small smile worked its way onto his lips. He leaned forward and pressed his lips sweetly and softly to your own, his hands not-so-sweetly squeezing the plush of your ass as he did.

He pulled back and gave you a mischievous look. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You smiled bashfully in response. “Hi.”

You had passed through the archway into the kitchen, the entire room now being bathed in sunlight from the four o’clock sun. It was the picture of a perfect beach house—driftwood and seashell ornaments, sand-coloured benchtops, and large wooden-framed bay windows.

Finnick set you down on the counter facing the stove, your legs now dangling over the edge.

“You just had to bring me into the kitchen with you?” you asked.

He was already out of your arms, scouring the cupboards for various ingredients for whatever it was he was planning to cook up.

“Gotta have something pretty to look at,” he said, throwing a wink over his shoulder.

Warmth crept into your cheeks. “Right. Obviously.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, apart from the clatter of a metal pot being set on the stove and the splashing of various vegetables and chicken stock being thrown into boiling water. Your legs swung lightly as you watched Finnick in quiet admiration.

Steam wafted into the air, bringing with it a sweet herbaceous smell. You hated to admit it, but Finnick was an unbelievable cook; much better than you were. He was constantly offering to teach you his culinary skills which often led to the two of you spending hours together in the kitchen. Burnt and over-salted meals were a common result. Regardless, you enjoyed the time together.

Sometimes it even led to other things as well… things very unrelated to cooking.

Finnick seemed to hyper-focused on the soup he was stirring; he was being unusually quiet, making you wonder what was going on inside his head. Had something happened during the time he was away?

“How’d you go today?” you asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, humming a vague response.

“Mm,” you copied, wearing a teasing smile.

He shot you a playful look over his shoulder. Then he did something weird.

His head turned again, and he gave you a double-take, eyes falling from your face and to your legs. Your pyjama shorts had ridden up to the crease where your legs and hips connected, and your thighs were squished together on the counter, the cuff of your thigh-high socks digging into the soft flesh. His eyes flickered to yours once more before he turned back around.

Very weird.

An unexpected wave of goosebumps travelled down your entire body. You swallowed nervously and averted your eyes to your lap. It was absurd how a single look from him could cause you to react so strongly. He had so much power over you.

You crossed your legs, palms flat against the bench top on either side of you for support. The entire room was filled with the sweet aroma of the broth Finnick had made, causing your mouth to water from the mere thought of the warm liquid soaking into your tongue.

He lifted the pot from the stove and turned it off, scooping the contents into two bowls. However, when he turned around and walked over to you, he was only holding one.

“Just glad to be home with you,” he said and offered you the bowl.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, taking it into your hands.

The bowl was hot against your palms and fingertips, almost burning right down into your bloodstream as the golden liquid wafted steam into your face. Finnick’s gaze followed your movements as you lifted the spoon to your lips and finally felt the delicious heat seep into your tastebuds.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed a noise of pleasure, already craving another spoonful. “Tastes really good.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head.

Finnick was gently lifting one of your legs into his hands, massaging your calf through the cotton of your socks. His hand wandered down to your ankle, stroking over it with an affectionate touch before gliding back up to the underside of your knee. You had hardly noticed his affectionate behaviour, too distracted by the vibrant tastes filling your mouth.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” you asked half-heartedly, focused on getting another mouthful in.

“Sure am,” he murmured.

Selfishly, you paid his words no mind even though you really should have. You had just lowered the spoon back into the bowl, watching the soup cover the metal when suddenly, your leg was being lifted over the other.

Now this got your attention.

You swallowed the warm liquid, eyes looking up at him in confusion. He uncrossed your legs, nudging them open with his hands on your inner thighs before he positioned himself between them. Your thighs were now hugging either side of his hips, your grip on the bowl frozen with uncertainty.

“What are you…?” you began, but then he was gently taking the bowl and spoon out of your hands and placing them on the bench beside you.

“Told you I’m hungry, sweetheart,” he said. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning in until your faces were inches apart. “Been waiting all day to see you. And these socks…” he trailed off with a sigh, sliding his fingers just beneath the band digging softly into your thigh before letting it snap back in place. “Well, now I’m practically starving.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. God, you were already breathless.

“Oh,” you whispered.

He bit his bottom lip and kept lowering his gaze to your mouth, looking at you as if you were a grand three-course meal and he was on death row.

“I just need a taste,” he spoke almost pleadingly. “Will you let me?”

Not a single neuron in your brain was firing at that moment. With the way he was staring at you, how gorgeous helooked, and the fact that he was practically begging to be between your thighs, it was almost impossible to say no. It was also impossible for you to verbalise it as well.

“Please, baby. You’ll let me, won’t you?” he pleaded.

The growing desperation in his voice had you sinking your hips into the counter, feeling yourself begin to ache for him. Of course, as you did this your thighs grew expanded even wider from the pressure and Finnick seemed to like that very much. You could tell from the way his cock left a large print across the front of his pants.

You nodded, speechless.

“You will?” His hands found the sides of your thighs. “Good.”

Within seconds, he had dragged your body to the edge and collided your pelvis with his. He felt as hard as he looked. You gasped at his eagerness but were immediately cut off by his lips crushing against your own, leading you into a kiss that mirrored the hunger he must have been feeling inside all day.

His hand moved into your hair, holding you with a firm yet gentle grip. He was leaning into you, moving his lips so assertively that your body had to lean back to get a sliver of respite. You were buzzing with anticipation like electric currents were moving through your veins. If he was kissing you like this, what would it be like when his lips were further below?

He then pulled away to observe you.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispered, gently smoothing the hair beside your face.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the brief tender moment. Your hand moved onto his and gently squeezed as you looked up at him, gaze doe-eyed and full of false naivety. You knew you were only spurring him on.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he said before pressing another peck to your lips. Then he started to go lower. First, he kissed the length of your neck and then the skin above your breasts exposed by your low-cut shirt. “Perfect eyes, perfect lips, perfect thighs.”

He was crouching now, trailing kisses down your stomach which had your fingers weaving into his hair. The descension halted at your upper thighs. His lips left a warm tingling sensation that spread across your skin with each tender touch. You watched him begin moving higher, entering a dangerous region of your inner thighs with lips that were trademarked for trouble.

The air in your lungs was in short supply now.

“Just so sweet and so…” His fingers slipped into your waistband and pulled your shorts down your legs. The fabric fell from your ankles and there you sat, your glistening cunt bare and reflecting in Finnick’s green eyes. “So wet.”

Feeling nervous due to his penetrative stare, you attempted to conceal yourself and began closing your legs. He tsked and forced them open with two sturdy hands. He continued marvelling at the slick that coated your folds, committing the image to his mind.

“So perfect,” he exhaled.

You were getting impatient now.

“Finnick,” you whined. “Please. Just… Just do some—"

You inhaled sharply. He had rushed forward and finally connected his warm mouth to your cunt.

High-pitched breathless moans were already spilling from your lips as his harsh tongue delved between your folds, lapping up the arousal that had leaked out. Your body was restless, which was evident from the way your fingers pulled at his hair, hips bucked into his mouth, and thighs clenched around his head.

Hunger and starvationwere not the right terms to describe how he was acting. Not at all.

He was insatiable.

Finnick’s shoulders slid beneath your thighs, forcing your legs to dangle over them. His arms were curled around your legs while his hands kept your legs clamped open from the top of your thighs. He suctioned his lips around your clit, the sensitive flesh growing more swollen as the pressure he applied increased.

You placed a hand on the counter behind you to keep yourself steady, keeping the other hand buried in his golden waves. Your head fell back with a loud moan. He was shaking his head side-to-side in a manner that could only be deemed as animalistic. He was eating you out like a fucking animal. Like he was a predator, and this was his kill.

“Oh, my god!” you cried out.

He moaned into your pussy, tongue dragging from your opening and back to your clit, savouring every ounce of sweetness he could pull from you. A dull pain was coming from your upper thighs and you quickly realised Finnick’s fingers were digging into your skin. Each time your thighs tried to shut, his fingers buried deeper into your flesh. And mixed with the feeling of his tongue lapping you up, it felt rapturously overwhelming.

His tongue began flicking your clit at such rapid speeds that you weren’t even sure a vibrator could replicate it. You were now pulling, no, yanking at his hair all the while your hips were moving closer to his face. The pleasure was so devastating even your body wasn’t sure what to do with itself.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” his hoarse voice vibrated against your clit, “y’gotta strong grip.”

Your chest heaved as you looked down at him. “Finn, don’t stop.”

And of course, he pulled back an inch to look up at you. The sight of him between your legs was fucking glorious. A mix of your juices and spit was dribbling down his chin, coating his lips in a shine you wanted to taste. His hair was dishevelled in a way you could only describe as a sex-crazed mess. Oh, and the way his blown-wide pupils were looking at you… like he had a whim to devour you whole right then and there.

“Stop? Who said I was ever going to stop?” He smirked.

Then he leaned in and fell back into his previous rhythm. The heels of your feet dug into his back. He was essentially making out your cunt. His tongue was swirling around your clit and kissing it sweetly, as if doing so offered you any reprieve from the exquisite torment he was inducing. Your stomach muscles were aching in the most pleasurable way, sending signals of pure arousal to your brain that made you feel intoxicated.

“Like fucking sugar,” his voice muffled into you.

He tongued your entrance, forcing as much as he could inside you. Your walls fluttered with warmth around him and you let out a needy little whine. He flicked his tongue upwards inside you as he slid in and out, thick eyebrows scrunched together as he moaned at your taste soaking into his tastebuds.

One of his arms unravelled from your thigh and his tongue retracted from inside you. You whimpered in displeasure, only to gasp as something longer immediately replaced his tongue. Finnick’s mouth was entirely focused on suckling your clit, meanwhile, the two fingers he had slid inside you were focused on pushing your body over the edge.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily. “Fuck. Oh, f—ah!”

The pads of his fingertips pressed into that swollen spot deep inside you, knuckles prodding your walls as he curled his fingers. He was wildly flicking his tongue over your clit with the added help of his head shaking side-to-side.

You were writhing. Your body had never known such powerful sensations before meeting Finnick. Even after all the time you had been together, you were still trying to get accustomed to how intensely he made you feel. Given that information, you could feel your orgasm rocketing from deep within and to the surface. Flames licked at the muscles in your stomach, spreading like wildfire from your clit.

Finnick looked up at you, and you looked down at him. Look how good I make you feel, his cocky eyes spoke. Your parted lips were dark, flushed with heat and arousal, letting each and every debauched sound echo around the ceramic-tiled room. He plunged his fingers inside you again and your head fell back. You knew he was laughing. You could feel it.

The noises filling the room were pure sex. The sound of Finnick’s fingers squelching inside you, of him sucking and lapping at your pussy, and your whiny half-crazed moans—they were all that could be heard. And then suddenly your body started tensing.

“I’m so close,” you panted. “Finn, I’m—I’m—Fuck!”

And there it was.

Finnick didn’t stop. Hell, he somehow even managed to pick up his pace.

Your thighs clamped harshly around his head; this would’ve worried you if your brain actually had a single thought running through it. Shockwaves of bliss crashed over your body; they consumed you. Your moans came out as choked noises and filthy gratified cries of Finnick’s name as he sucked and curled his fingers in and out.

You felt him speaking, most likely words of praise to talk you through your high, but you couldn’t hear. White noise buzzed in your ears. Part of you could feel him collecting your juices with his tongue as the built-up tension gushed from your cunt. The other part of you was gone.

At least for a brief period.

When you came back to reality, Finnick was starting to stand back up. His hands were holding both your thighs, keeping them from violently trembling. You stared at him, waiting for the spots in your vision to disappear and the buzzing in your ears to settle. There was nothing you could do about the liquid seeping onto the bench top.

He surveyed your dazed expression, mild concern etched into his features as his eyes flickered between your own. His hand gently cupped the side of your face.

“You here?” he asked, lightly dragging his thumb down your lower lip.

Sweetness coated the tip of your tongue as you licked your bottom lip. Well, no wonder he enjoyed doing that so much. You tasted really… good.

“I’m okay,” you whispered.

He gave you this beautiful dimpled smile, and he dropped his hand once more. His eyes were on yours, gleaming with mischief as he dragged two fingers up your folds, glazing them in a white shine. You were so sensitive that your hips jerked forward at the light contact, causing him to chuckle softly.

You watched as he lifted his fingers to his lips and within milliseconds, you were reaching out to stop him.

His fingers were so thick and long, and with your arousal coating them, it was damn near impossible to deny yourself the pleasure of having a little taste as well. So, with two hands holding his palm, you guided his fingers towards you.

You eyed the liquid for a moment, hesitated, and then licked a long strip from the base of his forefinger and up to his fingertip. Then, closing your eyes, you wrapped your lips around the length and began sucking. It was a potent taste, both overpowering and lingering. Not bad though. You moved onto his middle finger, this time keeping your eyes on Finnick as you sucked it clean.

His expression reflected something of astonishment, letting out a perplexed chuckle as he watched. With a wet pop, his fingers were out of your mouth. You were holding his large palm and pressing a soft kiss to each of his fingertips, a tender and affectionate gesture compared to the act you just pulled.

Finnick shook his head at you, wearing a disbelieving smile.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“What,” he echoed your response under his breath. He grabbed your chin, leaning down until you were face-to-face. “You play a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

Then his lips were on yours and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, all that could be tasted was you. That previous animalistic air about him had dissipated; he was gentler now, kissing you in a way that was adoring rather than bordering primal. Not that you had been complaining.

His pelvis was pressed against yours. More accurately, his cock was pressed against your pelvis. Whoever made his pants must have used strong threading. He was so hard that you were surprised the seams hadn’t ripped apart and exposed him altogether. You were surprised but also thankful because undoing his pants was your job.

Your hands moved to his chest and pushed him backwards. His lips left yours with a displeased grunt.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Finn,” you said, your hands trickling down his torso. “I’ve worked up an appetite myself as well.”

He looked down at you, eyes oozing with seduction. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

You slid off the counter, feeling his erection glide over your body. The fragrant smell of marinated vegetables and chicken still lingered in the room. You should have felt disheartened about not finishing the mouth-watering soup Finnick had made—or perhaps even the entire pot. But as you sank to your knees and began unbuttoning his pants, you realised there was one thing that was a great deal more appetising.

Peering up at him through your lashes, you saw him looking down at you with a lazy smirk.

Your lips stretched into a sinful smile. “My turn.”

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Pairing: Post-ID!Leon/fem reader. Summary: Following his fallout with Claire, Leon finds himself struggling with increasing uncertainty about his choices. Falling back into his worst habits, he seeks out the only person who may have the answer to his inner conflict. What you give him proves to be far more invaluable than any answer could ever be. Notes: Hurt/comfort, smut. Canon-complient, set straight after the events of Infinite Darkness. Exploration of Leon's mental state post-ID. Ambiguous relationship: Leon and reader are implied to have had an unlabeled romantic/sexual relationship prior. Leon and reader are friends and coworkers. Reader has non textured hair. Drunk comfort sex with many feelings. Kitchen sex. Word count: ~ 20k words. AO3 Link. Credits: dividers by @/saradika-graphics.

You were all too used to receiving unexpected calls late in the night. In fact, they were really just a commodity by this point. Unfortunately for you, a possible call to action could happen at any time of day, regardless of your schedule. Whether you were bright-eyed and ready to take on the world, or barely out of bed and hardly stringing two words together.

No rest for the wicked, as one would say.

You were therefore not at all surprised when the all too familiar sound of your ringtone going off rudely broke through your cosy oblivion of sleep. Very disoriented and kind of annoyed, yes, but not at all surprised. This exhausting routine of yours was nothing new. You didn't even have to open your eyes as your hand reached for the vibrating device on its own accord, bringing it up to your ear and pressing the receiver button with practiced ease.

"-Yes?"

...Although making your voice not sound all groggy and slurred was still a struggle.

You weren't surprised to hear your name on the other end of the line.

You were surprised by the voice that said it.

Much to your bewilderment, it wasn't even one of the superiors you spoke with recently, nor was it your representative.

No, it was Leon. Though, your name was quickly followed up by a hurried ramble, a bit uncharacteristic for his usual charming flare you'd expect to hear from him: "-Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd actually pick up, I-"

Your thoughts and senses were still dulled by sleep, so you blinked your eyes open quickly to try and wake yourself up a bit. Your initial thought at the sound of his voice in your ear was that something really bad must have happened. A new major bioterrorism attack, or some macabre conspiracy, or someone's gruesome death, or... well. Anything of similarly grim caliber. As a result, you quickly jumped up in your bed, something you quickly regretted after being met with a harsh rush of vertigo hitting you with a vengeance.

With your eyes straining and your body swaying softly, you suddenly became vividly aware that you were very much half asleep.

"Wh- Huh?" Much like him, you slurred your words together, although in your case, it was due to sleep. You could practically hear your brain working, invisible gears groaning and creaking as they stirred to life with very heavy reluctance on their part. "Leon? What's going on?"

Your drowsy, perplexed tone made him laugh dryly and without any real humor to it. His voice still sent a small jolt through you, like electricity sparking through a live wire, even though you were not fully there yet. It's been a while since you two talked...

"God, I’m a mess…" You heard him take a sip of... something. You guessed it was not a glass of water or apple juice. Probably. He sounded more like he was talking to himself here. "It’s three in the morning and I’m drunk, and I called you. You should’ve just ignored me. I’m just… I’m sorry. I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess."

You grumbled and shook your head, but he couldn't exactly see that over the phone, of course.

"No, no, it's okay." Looking back at the electric clock on your night stand, you rubbed at your eyes. It was, indeed, three in the morning. Witching hour. "Why are you calling so late? Are you okay?"

Another puff of dry laughter left Leon's lungs. You got a feeling that he was upset. Your most recent encounter with him wasn't particularly... pleasant. But, in spite of everything, you still remained on the phone with him. Your first instinct was still to ask if he's alright. Of course it was, it always was. Because you were genuinely concerned. Because you cared. Because he was important to you, even if he was a frustrating asshole at times.

Though, your inability to grow a spine was something you kind of despised about yourself. But that was a thought you kept for yourself.

"I’m drunk, calling you in the middle of the night to beg you to talk to me…" Leon admitted sarcastically. "So, I think we both know the answer to that question. But really… I don’t want to talk about me. I just want to hear you talk."

That made you frown as common sense and reason gradually resurfaced in your thoughts through the fading haze of sleep.

"...Leon, are you okay?" You asked again, but with greater intent this time. This was not at all his usual behavior. For him to pull a stunt like this all of the sudden... This was a first. You were kind of seriously concerned for him now. More than usual, anyways. "And why are you drinking so late in the night? It's three am."

Once more, Leon let forth a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. It made you wince just hearing it.

"Like I said… I’m a mess. Always have been, really. Remember you used to say I was a 'workaholic', or that I didn’t know how to take a damn break. But I had you. At least," he swallowed, the sound more bitter than natural. It made your heart ache. He was rambling, talking unrelated nonsense, but you didn't have the heart to interrupt. Or maybe you just didn't know what to say to any of that. "-Remember you said I needed to have things in my life besides work…? That I’d work myself to death, if you didn’t remind me."

"-I didn't say that... I said you should take better care of yourself," you corrected him softly, not at all liking how he was rephrasing something that you said to him out of genuine concern into harsh criticism. "And that was, what... three months ago, I think? Why are you bringing it up now?"

There was a long period of silence during which you swore could almost hear his thoughts whirling inside his head, chaotic and frantic.

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"…I miss you. I’ve wanted to hear your voice for weeks."

When he heard just how pitiful he sounded, he practically groaned, cringing inwardly.

Another heavy moment of silence followed. He could only guess that you were probably struggling to comprehend his words with your sleep-tinted mind as you tried to put them all together like scattered puzzle pieces. Something tugged at his heart a little.

Well, the answer to your previous question was painfully obvious. He was very clearly not okay. He didn't like how borderline whiny he sounded, his filter all but gone thanks to the fog of alcohol clouding his judgement. And three months...? He just had to blurt out something this specific, huh? You'd definitely ask him even more uncomfortable questions now. You weren't dumb. After all, that's why he liked you so much. It's not like you had any idea of his latest assignment. Or, more accurately, the awful parody of it. He didn't want to talk about it, and yet he also kind of did.

It was annoying.

"Why didn't you come see me then?"

As you blurted it out, the question seemed a little dumb, but it was excruciatingly direct, and there was absolutely no way for him to dodge it. To your credit, your own judgment was probably a bit clouded, albeit by sleep residue, not alcohol.

Leon could really only shrug to himself at that. The only person in the world who still wanted him for whatever reason, and he turned you away. With him, this seemed to have turned into a really annoying pattern at this point. What a fool.

"Because- I didn’t… I couldn’t just…" He was having trouble coming up with the right words to explain himself. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose as he continued: "...Because I’m an idiot and I didn’t think it would be fair to you. Or... something like that."

The words left a sour taste in his mouth. And it was not one he enjoyed.

Silence. It felt almost familiar to him by now. What he blurted out was both too much and not enough. He wasn't really giving you nearly enough time or opportunity to unpack all of that properly right now. He was well aware that he wasn't treating you very fairly here.

He licked over his chapped lips, his throat suddenly dry and parched despite the amber liquid coating his tongue just seconds prior. Less out of annoyance and more as an effort to prevent his thoughts from getting any more out of control while he awaited your reply. Or you hanging up on him. If you did, he wouldn't hold it against you. He'd do the same to himself, probably.

"Well that's... silly," you muttered out finally. You were far too sleepy for complex, meaningful conversations, it seemed. That was good in a way. He was not all there, either. Furthermore, a lump formed in the middle of his throat from these few words of yours alone. So, he quit trying to pretend he was in any way fine. By the sound of it, you were just saying what your first thought was. It was better than suffocating silence, at least. "I would be happy to see you."

Leon looked at the empty space in his apartment and blinked flatly. He just… didn’t expect that. He was waiting for you to get upset with him. A very well deserved reaction in response to him for calling you at three in the goddamn morning like this. He thought you would tell him not to call again. Let him know just how much you were annoyed with him. But you… wanted to see him?

Even in his inebriated state, that seemed just too good to be true.

"-Wait, really?" He asked bluntly. He was not all that bothered by the obvious surprise in his voice that made him sound almost like a child. He nearly snapped out of his daze now. He actually had a chance. The fact that you still wanted to see him for whatever reason was a blessing in and of itself. In spite of everything he put you through. He couldn't make a mess of this. He swallowed. Then, consequences be damned, he just went for it: "Then… Can I come see you? Now?"

On your end, there was yet another pause. While your words were genuine, you probably did not expect him to take them this literally. As he waited for your response, he looked back at the clock again, as if the awfully late hour might suddenly shift backwards with the mere power of his will alone.

"Now? It's three in the morning," you repeated in a rather straightforward manner that rivaled his own.

But even though Leon knew it was utterly ridiculous, he didn't really to care.

"Please," he uttered, his gruff voice exuding a sense of desperation. A rather pathetic one, but, again, he just couldn't bring himself to care right now. He was already so very lonely and inebriated when he contacted you. There was no dignity left to salvage. So, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of his couch. "I just… I really want to see you. I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. I can be there in half an hour or less if you let me."

You let out a deep sigh, and he stared out the window for a while. Well, it didn't look like there was any rain at least. God, he didn't think his night would turn out this way. However, he couldn't help but wish for you to lack the the heart to say no to him. At least not right now. Who knows what he'd do if you say no. Or rather... how much more he'd drink. It made him feel a bit guilty, as it was not your damn responsibility to deal with him or help him feel better when he was the one that got himself in this situation in the first place.

But... He was only human, at the end of the day. No matter how much he wanted to pretend to be nothing but a shield or a weapon.

"...Alright. But you are not driving, you hear me? Take a cab."

Without even realizing that he had been holding his breath while awaiting your answer, Leon let out a deep exhale of sheer relief. He was expecting you to decline, but you didn't. In fact, he gets to see you once more. It was more than he deserved for a man like himself.

"Alright, fine then. I’ll take a cab. But you... might need to come and unlock the door for me," he said, a hint of a sarcastic smile tugging at his lips.

Leon hung up before you could respond, immediately going to grab his wallet and keys off the table. He got to his feet, stumbling a little as his sense of balance suddenly seemed a little wrong. He was definitely drunk, but he was not going to let that keep him from seeing you. So, with a bit more effort than he would like, he eventually left his apartment in one piece and headed out outside, what little remained of his pride be damned.

He didn't do much else on the quiet drive there, his mind far too occupied by the mere idea of seeing you again. It wasn't exactly a joyful or memorable moment when you last saw each other in person. While it wasn't a full-blown fight, he did end up pushing you away when you were really just trying to help. At the time, he thought it was for your own good. A feeling that quickly morphed into deep regret and shame soon after.

...He just kept repeating those same old mistakes over and over again with people he cared about, huh?

He tried to push that bitter thought out of his mind. The cab eventually arrived at your apartment after some time that felt like hours upon hours to his muddied mind. He pulled out his wallet and hurriedly paid off a generous tip to the poor guy that had to deal with his stink of booze through the whole drive, before getting out of the car, stumbling a little in the process.

He could only hope he wouldn't fall down the stairs getting there. Showing up with a bloodied nose would be even more embarrassing.

Once he successfully climbed the stairs to your door with no unlucky accidents, he fished out his phone, staring at the lock screen for a good minute or two, almost like he was debating whether he should turn back on this stupid idea or not.

He realized that his fingers were trembling a little as he typed a short message to you:

'I’m outside.'

He suddenly found it difficult to accept that he was actually doing this. It seemed almost surreal. In a bad or a good way, he couldn't really tell yet. Either way, before his thoughts could spiral any further, you opened the door and he quickly met your familiar eyes waiting for him on your porch.

"...Hi."

The mere sight of you made his heart skip a beat. Although it should have been obvious in hindsight, he still could hardly believe you actually opened the door for him. That you were here, in front of him, and you still looked as stunning as ever. He didn't even care that he woke you up at this ungodly hour anymore, or that he was probably ruining your already poor sleep schedule with his visit. The fact that you were here was all that mattered. That you were real.

He couldn't help but just... stare at you for a moment, like an idiot. He hasn't seen you in months, and even though it was the middle of the night you still looked so painfully beautiful to him. Even if your bed hair was horribly untidy and you were wearing some sleep-crinkled pajamas, you still looked absolutely breathtaking to him.

"I... Uh, hey," he managed to croak out eventually. This wasn't like him. He's seen and experienced far too much to be anxious around anyone. But you weren't just anyone, were you. You were something very special to him.

Before he could say anything else, he stumbled forward, one of his feet catching on the threshold. He instinctively extended a hand to grasp the door frame in order to prevent himself from falling flat on his face in front of you. But instead, his hand ended up landing on your shoulder, his palm resting on your bare skin between your tank top strap and your collarbone.

You also staggered back, keeping him upright with your hands flying up to rest on his chest, steadying him. There was no hiding his drunken state. Stumbling over anything at all was a clear sign of exactly that for an agent whose reflexes were generally on par with a cat's. You sighed, and it was hard to ignore the note of disappointment in your voice: "...Jesus, you can't even walk straight? How much did you drink?"

At least he arrived at your apartment in one piece. That made him feel grateful enough as it is.

Leon's face brimmed with a sheepish smile. The alcohol made him feel warm, but it also made him feel extremely humiliated and embarrassed. Of all things, he was definitely not used to requiring assistance to just remain upright.

"I... I lost count after the fifth shot," he confessed, his cheeks flushing with shame. He should probably be a bit more cautious with his words, but he couldn't bear the thought of being alone with his thoughts anymore. The feeling of being alone. Even if you were just a figment of his imagination, created from excessive alcohol and lack of sleep. That was better than nothing at all, in his opinion.

"Leon..."

Your disapproving glance told him everything he needed to know, you didn't have to keep saying anything more.

But he felt the warmth of your touch through his shirt as he looked down at your hands still resting on his chest gently but securely. He yearned to lean into it, to step forward, wrap his arms around you, pull you close, bury his face in the crook of your neck and hold onto you tightly. However, he was well aware that he could not make such a thing a reality. Not like this. Not with the way he was acting. Instead, he stepped back, attempting to regain his composure. And failing terribly. But he could at least try to put up a believable enough front for your sake.

"I'm sorry. I know shouldn't have come here like this. I should've just called a friend or something. But I... I couldn't. I needed to see you. Really badly," he muttered, his words slurring together. As if he even had some other friend to call. Just a few hours ago, he shoved away the only person who could be considered as one. He tried to smooth his hair out by running his hand through it. It didn't really work. He was still all messed up. An emotional and inebriated mess. But he was here. With you. That was the only thing that counted.

You frowned. Although, despite him looking worse for wear, surprisingly, you didn't start making a fuss about it. Not to his face, at any rate. He'd take what he could get.

"Doesn't matter now that you're here already. Come on."

With a hand on his back to keep him from losing his balance again, you moved to usher him in. Leon followed your footsteps inside, nodding nimbly. He chose to bite his tongue even if it was a little excessive of you, in case he stumbled over something again. You were always very cautious, not wanting to take any risks. You definitely wouldn't have let him come over in the first place if you had known just how inebriated he really was. He didn't sound too drunk over the phone. However, it was much more difficult to pretend to be sober in person than it was over the phone.

When he finally entered your place, he looked around thoroughly. It looked just as he remembered it. Cozy and comfortable, with subtle touches of you strewn all over. He smiled, feeling a bit more comfortable now that he was here.

"Seriously, thanks for letting me come over. I know it's late and I'm... probably not in the best state to be visiting anyone." He did a poor job at trying to hide his embarrassment in his drunk state. His attempt at being humorous wasn't quite successful, either. He was way too intoxicated to be his usual witty self.

A tiny sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head. If you were disappointed with him, you didn't show it outwardly. Which was more than he most likely deserved. "Well, I'd rather have you here where I can keep an eye on you. You'll make it up to me some other time."

He looked around your apartment again, soaking in all the sights and smells he remembered. It was comforting to be here. Interacting with you again. He had absolutely no desire to leave. He wanted to stay here. Forever, really. But he knew that he couldn't. He would eventually have to return back home. Back to his empty apartment and lonely life. His chest hurt at the thought.

He turned to face you with hazy, unfocused eyes.

"...I missed you. I missed you... a lot," he said, his voice thick with underlying emotion. He couldn't care less for appearing strong right now. "Honestly, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't answered my call. If you hadn't let me come over. I just... I needed to see you. I know it's selfish and shitty of me, but..."

As you silently looked him over, you sighed again. While you probably weren't expecting him to show up all pristinely neat and tidy this late in the night, it was also pretty obvious that he wasn't feeling well, to put it mildly. On the other hand, he assumed that it was pretty clear from the very start of the call.

"It's okay, you're here now. So..." you started, obviously unsure on where to begin. A shared sentiment between you two. "...What happened?"

Leon's eyes widened slightly, wincing slightly. He didn't expect you to ask him that. At least not so directly. Not when he was already feeling so uncomfortably vulnerable. He inhaled deeply as he tried to collect his jumbled thoughts. Where does he even begin? With the outbreak in the White House? With the submarine job? With his argument with Claire? Or with the endless nights of drinking himself into oblivion, just to forget his fuckups?

In annoyance, he tugged at his hair a little as he ran a shaky hand through it.

"I... I don't know where to start. It's been a fucking nightmare, to be honest," he admitted lowly. He started pacing around your living room a tad, unable to stand still despite the wobbliness in his legs. His body seemed tense, as if he was carrying a burden he just couldn't shake off his shoulders. Which... wasn't all that far from the truth. He huffed: "My last job... it was bad. Really bad. I... lost people. People I cared about."

Literally and figuratively.

He couldn't help but grimace as Shen Mei's face flashed before his eyes, her reckless desperation in achieving justice that was never to be properly fulfilled weighing heavily on him. A desperation that Claire would've honored, damn all the risks. She was recklessly righteous like that. However, for him, those risks were just too great.

Was it selfish of him to prioritize the safety of someone he cared for over the greater good? Perhaps. He didn't know anymore. He didn't even know if there was greater good in this world, to be completely honest.

As you looked at him quietly, your eyes softened, the frown that was previously pulling your brows together slowly relaxing. With a soft sigh, you came up and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Even though it was a simple little gesture - one of the simplest ways to show someone you cared, really - it nevertheless made his breath hitch.

"...I'm sorry."

Although it was small, it was far more than the awful silence of his apartment. And maybe that was all he needed to hear right now, anyways. With a forceful swallow, he suppressed the memories that were just about to overwhelm him again and nodded, continuing.

"And then... Then there's Claire... We had a fight. A... pretty big one, I think. I'm not sure. I did something she didn't want me to do. I think... she's real mad at me. I don't blame her, honestly." He turned to you, his blue eyes muddled, filled with an ache that went deeper than just one unfortunate incident. "I'm just... I'm so tired. So fucking tired of all this. I'm sick of feeling like I'm... failing people. I don't know if I did the right thing. I thought I did, but... I don't know anymore."

Considering how much he was already intruding, he was borderline ranting to you at this point, pouring out far more than you should be hearing, but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to. His human, selfish side, which he usually kept under an iron lock and key, was now gaping wide open and demanding an answer. One that he wanted you to provide. Despite the fact that you shouldn't. Hell, you shouldn't have let him come over in the first place. And now he was torturing you with his inebriated babbling, too.

However, you remained silent, simply rubbing slow, deliberate circles with your thumb over his shoulder. It was almost unfair how much he craved that. How selfishly he wanted to seek out more than just that.

"I'm sorry," you repeated, your voice quiet. Sympathetic. He was aware that you were merely saying this to show him that you were paying attention, to allow him to express himself freely, regardless of how sad or repulsive his words may be. An underlying 'go on, it's okay' that he did not really deserve. You were far too good for him, bless your heart.

He buried his face in his hands and practically collapsed onto your couch. He didn't care that he was probably being kind of messy. Getting this out was all that mattered to him. Getting all of this off his chest before it swallowed him whole.

"I just... I needed to see you. Needed to know that I'm not... alone in all this. That someone still cares. That I'm not just... a fraud now," he whispered, his voice muffled by his hands. "I really am sorry for barging in like this. For being a mess on you. I just... I didn't know where else to turn."

There was silence for a moment, broken only by his soft trembling breaths and the monotonous ticking of your wall-mounted clock. A part of him was scared to look up at you now. Another wanted to apologize and storm straight out the door. And another one on top of those two kept him seated on your couch, hoping for comfort you were not at all obligated to give him.

When he did not continue his tirade any further, you broke the silence with actual conversation: "It's alright. I'm glad you called. So... You had a fight with Claire? That's a... first. What happened?"

You promptly followed him to the couch. sitting a short distance away. He couldn't exactly blame you for focusing on that part. He was just as surprised by it as you were. Or, well... he would be. If he wasn't the sole reason behind that fight it the first place.

Leon looked up at you, his eyes puffy and red-rimmed from both the drinking and some unshed tears he didn't dare acknowledge. He wasn't sure why he was telling you this. Why was he giving you such an uncomfortably intimate glimpse into his heart? Yet, he was unable to stop himself. There was something about you that made him want to open up and let you in. Even if he knew he shouldn't.

He laughed joylessly. What happened, you say. Now that was a pandora's box if he ever saw one.

"God... Where do I even begin?" He grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair again. "I've messed up with her a lot lately. There was that covert mission I was assigned to, and..."

"-And?" This time, when he looked up at you again, you had your brow raised at him expectedly, stopping him in his tracks before he could cut himself off. He sighed resolutely. He understood what you were implying with no words being said. It wouldn't be fair on you for him to go silent on this when he just ranted out all his recent issues like you were his paid therapist. He ought to at least answer all of your questions. For better and for worse.

Nevertheless, the recollection of all the recent events made his stomach turn.

"...And that's not even the start of it."

"Well... you came all the way here and woke me up in the middle of the night. Might as well get on with it," you said, more as an encouragement than a demand. You leaned back against the couch cushions, keeping your gaze fixed on him.

So he started talking. And you listened. You listened to him disclosing the White House hacking and the following unexpected outbreak, the subsequent submarine mission, the treason and conspiracy, everything that could possibly go wrong going wrong all at once, Wilson's corruption, the covert use of B.O.W. in Penamstan, and Claire becoming entangled in the whole thing. And how he withheld the chip with apparent evidence of the government's involvement in the whole disaster, refusing to give it over to her to expose everything per her and Shen Mei's wishes.

He told you, of course, that he did that to protect her. After all, if Claire was to go public with it, she'd undoubtedly be put in great danger by many powerful people not wanting to get their dirty laundry out in the open for the world to see. And he knew how ugly that could get more intimately than anyone else. However, Claire's frustration was also entirely natural.

"...Sounds like you had one hell of a week," you muttered eventually, once there was nothing left to spill but his still aching heart.

Leon's eyes were fixed on the ceiling as he nodded numbly. Although he didn't see anything worthwhile up there, staring at nothing allowed him to concentrate on your words instead of his own messed up thoughts. To listen to the sound of your voice. Your words were comforting, even if they were still like a small punch to the gut.

"That's putting it mildly," he joked bitterly, his voice hoarse. "I fucked up. I fucked up badly. But I also... would do it all again. I'd still push her away. I... don't know what it says about me. And that scares me."

You reached out to him, sighing. This time, your hand landed straight on his knee, and it got that much harder to not read too deep into it. He was already doing it, hell. "...It says that you care. You did what you thought was best. Protecting someone you care for doesn't make you a bad person."

You both were aware of how insignificant this comfort really was. But it was better than nothing.

He raised his head, swiping at his eyes briefly. His skin felt hot and clammy. He was still sweating despite the coolness of your apartment. It was a cold, disgusting type of sweat than clung to his skin like invisible strings of cobweb. He blamed the alcohol, but he realized it was much more than just that. It was the burden of everything he has done. Everything he has not done. Everything he has witnessed. He has lost the closest person to a friend, and he had no one but himself to blame for it this time around.

Jason's words rang in his head for the countless time today, almost like a mockery of his unraveling state of mind.

"I keep... thinking if I was right or not. It was undeniable evidence that could've brought down the people responsible for everything that's happened. Everything that's still happening. She could have been right on this... you know?" he admitted, his voice shaking. "I did it to protect her, but... I don't know if that's enough."

"Well... Maybe you should put a bit more trust in her next time around?" You suggested softly, tilting your head a bit in his direction. If he wasn't already feeling vulnerable as hell, he'd probably be a bit insulted from you baby talking to him like this, like he'd break or something if you said one word harsher than needed. But... the bitter truth was that was exactly how he felt right now, and there was no place left for pride, or what little was left of it by this point. He raised his gaze at you, your eyes meeting. You continued: "I know how protective you can get, but... Claire is a strong woman. She can protect herself. Hell, sometimes you need to let someone else protect you for once."

You were right, of course you were right, he already knew all of that. But despite him knowing that, he chose to do what he did.

And he would do it again, too.

"How can I make this right with her, though? How can I fix this?" He knew that there was no simple solutions to this. No quick answers to the problem at hand. But he still couldn't help but hope that you would have some magical insight to any and all questions, just maybe. Some magical wisdom to guide him would be pretty damn helpful right about now. "I just... I know it's stupid, but... I don't want to lose her, too."

With another sigh, you moved slightly closer to place a hand on his shoulder.

"It's... a messy situation alright. But your heart was in the right place." You glanced away for a time, trying to think of the right words. You clearly really understood both sides of the argument here. Then again, it would be easy for anyone to relate with Claire. Having your choice taken away from you is not a pleasant experience, to say the least. Even if doing so meant protecting you. "You two will sort things out. Eventually. I know you will. Just give her time, hm?"

Leon let out a deep sigh of his own, his shoulders hunching under the weight of your words. He knew that you were right. He knew that he and Claire would eventually have to find a solution to move past this. For Claire to forgive him for the harm he has potentially caused by knowing inaction on his part. But right now, when everything was still so raw and hurtful, he found it hard to accept that.

His shoulders relaxed under your hand ever so slightly, though. It may have been small, yet it made a difference nonetheless. It was nearly frightening how easy it was to let loose in your presence, even if that meant being a pathetic mess. He breathed in deeply, then breathed out.

"...Yeah. I... I'm hoping we will." Leon glanced over at you again, examining you thoroughly for the first time in months. Your hand on his shoulder, the way your hair was pretty messy, your collarbones peeking out from under your tank top...

Seeing you like this, in this vulnerable state, was stirring up some old feelings within him. Feelings he had tried to push down for the last several months in hopes of getting over them. Feelings that were now coming back with a vengeance, particularly since you allowed him to enter your place at this hour for whatever reason.

There was another long stretch of silence during which you both simply sat. This silence was even more deafening at this late hour, with little to no noise coming from the streets outside or through the walls. It was obvious that you didn't know what to say or whether you should say anything at all. He didn't know if he was even truly seeking your advice on all of this, either. In any case, you had little to offer. The damage has already been done, and anything else you could say would either unfairly blame Claire for a perfectly justifiable reaction on her part, or kick him when he was already down. You didn't want to do either of those things. So, eventually, you just sighed and pat his shoulder encouragingly.

"...Do you want some tea? I made some just before you arrived."

Tea was the last thing he expected you to offer him at this moment. Nevertheless, after all the alcohol he's had, he found it strangely enticing to think of something warm and comforting in his gut. A small, half-hearted smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he nodded.

"Yeah, tea sounds good, actually. Thanks," he said softly. He rose, slighty swaying on his feet. But he was determined to get to the kitchen by himself, even though he was still a little unsteady on his feet. He was not willing to be any more of a burden to you than he already was tonight.

He followed you into the kitchen and leaned against the counter as you poured the tea silently. He had to steady himself with one hand on the countertop, the movement painfully awkward on his part. Still, he marveled at how your pajamas fit your shape as he watched you move around the tiny room. He swiftly reverted his gaze, though, feeling guilty for shamelessly ogling you like this.

He cleared his throat, hoping to switch his focus to something more appropriate: "-So, uh, how have you been? I know I've been a bit... absent lately."

He was well aware that during the past few months, he has been a terrible friend to you, constantly avoiding you and vanishing without notice. He's been so preoccupied with his own issues that he wasn't there for you when you needed him. It was unfair to you. It was still unfair to you. He felt like he was endlessly indebted to you, though that was a sentiment he strangely didn't dislike all that much. After all, being indebted to you meant securing a connection with you. Even if it wasn't a particularly good one.

You shrugged slightly, totally focused on the art of making tea to notice his blatant staring. Or maybe you just purposefully didn't mention it to him.

Though... simply pouring remaining tea for him and adding a couple teaspoons of sugar was hardly art. The tea really only required some pouring and stirring on your part, which took no more than five minutes at most, since it was technically already prepared in advance, with your own unfinished cup still sitting on the table nearby. You probably helped yourself to some tea as you waited for him to arrive.

"Fine. You know nothing much goes on in my life when I'm off duty. I've been stuck at home for the most part." You moved his cup over to him: "...Blackberry."

Leon accepted it from you, encircling the cup with his fingers as the warmth permeated his palms. He lifted it up to his nose, inhaling the sweet blackberry aroma. It was a cozy scent that took him back to the carefree Sundays he used to spend preparing breakfast for the two of you in his own kitchen. Though he kept that thought to himself. Savoring the taste on his tongue, he took a sip. Not his usual choice of beverage, but it was pleasant nonetheless.

"Thanks," he murmured, taking another sip of the tea. It was hot and pleasantly bitter, though it had a little too much sugar for his liking. But he wasn't complaining. You've always enjoyed your sweets, so he was not at all surprised. He was just glad that you were even allowing him to be at your place so late at night.

He silently took a couple more sips of his tea. He glanced around the room for a moment, studying the setup. All things considered, it appeared really minimalistic in contrast to his own place, which has been rather disorganized lately. Everything was more... neat and tidy in here. More orderly. Everything had a designated spot for it, and it stayed in that spot most of the time. It stood in stark contrast to his own apartment, where appliances would get misplaced almost on the daily, what with his mind being far too occupied to keep track of things. He turned his gaze back to you once more, eyeing you in the charged silence that now fell over the room.

As you took a sip of your own tea, leaning on the table a little distance away from Leon, he couldn't help but admire you in silence. There was a certain tiredness to your eyes, but you were just as beautiful as ever. Hell, he found himself so distracted by you that he forgot to drink his tea, his eyes too caught up in your familiar features. Eventually, he set his cup down on the table next to you and spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you... ever think about us?"

You were obviously uncertain about what to say or if you should say anything at all to that. This was hardly a normal circumstance, after all. And your mind was still muddled just enough with the remnants of sleep to dull your usual sensitivity to long, awkward silences. You blinked into the distance a couple of times, but you did turn your head to look at him: "...Us?"

"Yeah. Us." His eyes were fixed on you, searching for any sign of recognition or understanding. He was aware that the topic was loaded and that, given his current state, it might not be suitable to ask. No, it was definitely not suitable to ask. But he couldn't help himself. He shouldn't be here with you in the middle of the night in the first place. It was not a good thing when everything was so honest and raw between you.

As he swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes fell to the floor. He was fully aware of the danger he was in here, but his mind was far too clouded with alcohol and, quite honestly, he was unable to bring himself to care at the moment. His gaze met yours again as he approached you slowly, carefully. You were still too far away from him for his liking. "...Do you ever think about us? About... what we used to have?"

Without uttering a word or displaying any visible discomfort, you maintained eye contact with him. It was hard to read you. He hoped it was a good sign, though.

Finally, you sighed and put down your cup as well.

"I... Sometimes," you admitted, seemingly deciding to be honest, even if it meant making things messy. You looked away, almost sheepish, in a way. "Isn't that only natural, though?"

In an effort to get even closer to you, he leaned in. He longed for your touch. He yearned for it. For months now, he's been without anyone to rely on, unable to hold onto anyone for almost as long. In his buzzed out state, this sense of absence was nearly excruciating. Even if it was only for tonight, he wanted you to be the one to filll that absence inside him. He wanted you to want to fill it for him.

"Do you want the truth? I think you were... You were the only one who understood me the way that you did," he mumbled quietly, the alcohol making him feel more vulnerable than usual.

You looked unsure of whether or not to do anything as you watched him steadily come closer and closer. That is, you had no actual intention of doing anything about it. You didn't mind his close proximity. The issue was primarily about boundaries. Despite the fact that he was essentially doing nothing. So far. So, you allowed him to move in, the kitchen feeling just a little bit smaller as a result.

"...You’re saying it like it's different now," you muttered quietly due to the quiet of your apartment and his closeness alike. "You're still important to me. It's not like that has changed."

Leon's heart skipped a beat. He was expecting a gentle rejection, maybe a soft turn down of his advances, hell, anything but this. Instead, here you were, communicating to him that you still thought highly of him. That he was still important to you, for whatever reason. He felt a steady wave of warmth spread through his chest, making his insides buzz with nervous energy he hasn't felt in a while. It was more than he could have ever imagined. His eyes were now fully locked with yours as he stepped closer to you again. Now he was dangerously close. He was so close to you that he could almost feel your breath waffling across the skin of his cheeks softly. It was intoxicating. In a way no liquor could ever be.

"...I know," he murmured, his hand reaching out to gently take yours. He's missed this. He's missed you. "You're still important to me, too."

You appeared surprised, but, once again, you did nothing to stop him. Insead, you glanced down at his hand, which was now gently holding onto yours, testing the waters wordlessly. You did not jerk your hand away from his, nor did you push him off to create some much needed distance between you.

Instead, you seemed... almost puzzled? Stunned? Unsure? He didn't know.

He just knew that, as you gazed up at him once more, your hand still warm and soft in his own, he briefly forgot how to to breathe.

"...Leon?"

He silently looked into your eyes for a few more seconds as he waited for the moment to pass. There was an unspoken sense of tension brewing between you in this moment, and he knew that you felt it too. A charged moment of suppressed need and longing, of unspoken feelings that he has been attempting to repress for months but could no longer control.

So, he didn't try to control them anymore.

He leaned in, his nose almost touching yours, throwing all caution to the wind. He waited a second, then two, then three, then four. And when you did not try to pull away from him, his lips cautiously brushed against yours, causing his eyes to flicker closed. Your breath hitched a little the moment your mouths met, a subtle sound that he eagerly swallowed. Although he was careful, he was not at all hesitant. This weightless kiss alone was making him feel as though he was drowning. God, he has missed the sensation of your mouth against his own so much. Your lips were soft, and warm, and they faintly tasted of blueberry tea, sending a sharp, pleasant shiver down his spine, one that ended up spreading throughout his entire body. As he pulled away, he whispered your name against your lips, the sound of it tethering him back to reality.

And, oh, for this brief, fleeting moment, what a lovely reality it was.

It was not like he surprised you or anything. He was very unhurried with his every step, giving you ample opportunities to express your discomfort, should you want to. Additionally, you trusted Leon to back off if necessary. But... you didn't do anything. You purposefully didn't do anything to stop this from happening. He didn't really know why, but you clearly didn't mind him being so close. If it weren't for the ensuing repercussions of that.

"...What... is this exactly?" You whispered eventually.

Leon held his breath and opened his eyes to look at you. He saw the confusion and hesitation swimming in your gaze, and he suddenly felt shitty for putting you in this situation in the first place. Even though he was aware that he was going too far, he couldn't stop. He did not want to. Your hand shouldn't be in his, and he shouldn't be so close to you. But, God, was he too weak-willed to do the right thing right now.

He was tired of doing the right thing in spite of his own desires.

Struggling to find the appropriate words to convey even a fourth of the chaos raging in his mind, he swallowed hard. He didn't intend to scare you or cause you any discomfort, but he couldn't deny the feelings that have been accumulating inside of him for so long. He could detect the underlying strain in your voice, which was a clear indication of your own internal conflict as well. He couldn't help but notice that you were not moving away from him, either. You seemed almost... curious to see where things would go, if anything.

Or perhaps he was simply deceiving himself with this.

"This...?" He asked, his own voice still barely above a whisper. "This is me being selfish. This is me wanting you, even if it's only for one night."

Your lips parted as though to speak, but then closed again, your eyes widening a little. At least you were not yelling at him. "...Why?"

The answer to that was fairly simple.

As he spoke, he moved in closer, his lips brushing your ear: "Because I've missed you. I've missed you so much it hurts."

You swallowed. His words left very little room for interpretation. He made it very clear what he intended to do. If you let him. Which was good, but his words also left you very little room to be vague yourself. And you loved being pretty vague with him.

"Doesn't seem like a very wise thing to do," you murmured.

Leon's heart sank a little. He knew full well that this was not a very wise thing to do. Far from it. As far as it could be. He also knew that he was going way too far and actively endangering your friendship with this. As if he could even afford that, when he had so few people to call his friends left in the first place. And after today, there would be one fewer of them. But he was powerless to stop himself. His affections for you were making him stupid, and alcohol was making him reckless and irresponsible on top of that. He was acutely aware of the need to withdraw from you before it was too late, but he was unable to do so.

"...I know," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "But I can't help myself. I haven't been able to think straight since I came home."

As you swallowed again, your throat slightly bobbed. He didn't even try to hide the way his gaze followed the movement, transfixed.

"Yeah, but... Is right now really the best time for this?"

You were acting responsibly and sensibly. It would be commendable if it didn't leave him as frustrated as it did right now.

He inhaled deeply while trying - and failing - to regain his composure.

"-Right now, all I want is to be close to you." He paused for a moment, which gave you another chance to back off if you wanted to. He was hoping that you wouldn't do that, though. He was hoping you felt even a small portion of what he was feeling right now. "If you don't want this, tell me to stop."

That caused your eyes to widen a little and your face to briefly flash with genuine surprise. A part of him felt bad for putting you on the spot like this. But he needed a definitive response from you. And he needed it now. Your mouth opened, then shut: "Leon, I-"

"-Tell me to go home if that's what you want. Because right now, I don't think I have the strength to leave unless you tell me to."

You seemed conflicted as you stared back at him, holding your breath. Of course, he got that. It was difficult to be sensible and accountable when he was so close, overwhelming all your senses. When he came over, you definitely didn't have this in mind. You exhaled at last: "...You're making this very hard for me."

He felt a sense of guilt for putting you in this situation, but he also felt a selfish glimmer of hope. You would have pushed him away by now if you really didn't want this. And yet, your hand was still resting in his own, your breath was still mingling with his.

He put his free hand on your cheek then and stroked the skin of your jawbone tenderly. He was keeping a close eye on your expression, trying to determine if you were being sincere or not. He wanted you to surrender so he could have you. Yet, he had no intention of hurting you or, god forbid, pressuring you into this, either.

Although... on some level, he supposed he was pressuring you right at this moment.

Guess he was a bastard after all.

"No one else is here," he whispered. "For once, we only answer to ourselves. So... just answer me. Tell me what you want. Whatever it is."

When you realized there wasn't really a way out of this, you sighed. In a figurative sense, of course. It wasn't like you were forced or pushed, but what you were forced to do was admit your inner feelings. You knew what you wanted. You just didn't know if you should act on it or admit it. It was difficult to pull away when he was so close, looking as beautiful as ever with those blue eyes of his, his hand warm and soft where it was touching your cheek. And you felt particularly drawn to be with him at this moment, after witnessing just how much he was hurting. Thus, you accepted defeat. In a sense.

"...I want to kiss you."

He searched your eyes for any sign of deceit or regret, but found none. Only an openness and sincerity that he has come to recognize over the years of your friendship. He had been so certain that you were going to tell him no. But to hear you genuinely express your desire for him? That you wanted this just as much as he did... It was almost too good to be true. You raised your head to look into his eyes as his fingers moved through your hair shakily.

"Then I think we should stop talking," he whispered.

And then he kissed you.

This time, you expected it, closing your eyes and leaning forward just an inch to meet him halfway as your mouths met again. He felt you shiver a tiny bit as you moved your lips over his in a tentative dance that grew more assured and bold as the seconds ticked by. He felt a rush of emotion and desire once your lips pressed against his own properly, fully. The taste was both bitter and sweet, a hint of alcohol lingering on his breath, mixing together with the sweetness of blueberry tea. You didn't appear to mind the strange combo.

He was only able to concentrate on the feel of your mouth against his as everything got delightfully hazy. The way you tasted, the scent of you, the way your hair felt between his fingers. He's missed all of this so much. The ache of loneliness he's suffered with over the past few months was finally feeling just a bit less hollow.

When you separated with a gentle sound of lips parting, the kiss was over. It didn't go further than that. At least you retreated before it did.

With hesitation, Leon breathed in, his eyes darting open to meet yours. He was still cradling your face in his hand, with his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone. Even though he was finally holding you like this, he was still not ready to let go of you. The simple act of kissing you almost made his heart burst as his chest rose and fell faintly with every breath. There was a big part of him that longed for more. He's been feeling so utterly lonely for a while now, and he needed to get closer to you.

"That..." he murmured, breathless from the kiss, "...wasn't enough."

He examined you, looking over your untidy hair and Sligh flushed cheeks. You were stunning. There was no denying the simple beauty before him. And he needed you so much. To touch you, to feel you. He needed to be close to you. Closer. Close enough to forget where you ended and he began. His free hand grasped at your wrist, his fingers gently curling around it, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"Come here," he urged, pulling you toward him with no sense of subtlety.

You did just that, much to his surprise.

You shuffled closer to him and softly pressed your body up against his, your warmth reaching him through the barrier of clothes, a slight shiver jolting your shoulders at the contact. It wasn't much, considering that he was already standing pretty close. But this new level of intimacy, however tiny, still made him hold his breath for a second.

Like this, he could feel almost every dip and crevice, every inch of your form, fitting so perfectly with his own. He actively suppressed his need to groan outloud at the sensation of you being so close to him. Barely. Rather, he just held you against him by putting his hands securely around your waist. You reciprocating his affections was almost enough to make him feel weak at the knees. It was an overwhelming feeling to hold you in his arms again. You were overwhelming. With his chin now resting on top of your head, he leaned forward and blatantly inhaled the scent of your shampoo. He didn't bother to try and keep it subtle anymore.

"...You smell nice. Still that same shampoo?" he whispered against your hair, feeling you nod into him. It made him smile, the first genuine smile from him in a while now. He held you like this against him for a few moments longer, just allowing himself to enjoy the simple sensation of your soft and warm body pressing against him. He nevertheless yearned for more in spite of everything. He yearned to feel every part of you against him. Skin-to-skin. So, he moved his hands towards the bottom of your tank top and gently tugged at the hem: "Off."

Even though his objectives were quite obvious from the beginning, your breath still caught a little at the unexpected turn. However, he supposed this made it that much more real. But you still didn't move to get out of his grasp.

"You're pretty quick," you murmured, not really protesting nor encouraging. Though, you did that often. Maintaining a middle-ground stance without actively pursuing either option laid out for you on the table. He found this avoidance of yours pretty troublesome at times. Your inability to make a decision. "We haven't even kissed properly yet."

Through your shirt, his hands felt the warmth of your skin as they moved over your back now. He couldn't help but laugh at your words, though. Indeed, he was acting quite pushy. But he was impatient, and the thought of getting your clothes off was driving him crazy.

"I'm thirty years old," he whispered, planting soft little kisses against your jaw. "And you haven't touched me in months. I think I'm entitled some urgency here."

As he shifted ever closer, he slowly pressed you back against the kitchen counter, his body now flush against yours. The counter dug into your back a bit as you leaned back against it. Not that you were pushing against the idea. His hands were still lingering at the hem of your shirt, his breath leaving your skin heated.

"I want," he mumbled, lips brushing under your jaw now, making you tilt your head back with a soft exhale, "-to touch you. And I want you to touch me."

"I still want that kiss from you though," you murmured back, your fingers twitching at your sides slightly, as if you were unsure of what to do with them. Which... was partly true.

So, his hands seized both of your wrists and placed them firmly on his chest. Your breath hitched at the gesture, your heart doing a little flip in your chest as you looked back at him, feeling the steady warmth of his body beneath your palms.

"Touch me, then," he whispered, pressing himself further against your hands, silently encouraging you. "Anywhere you want. I'm yours, for tonight."

You definitely felt a certain way about his blatant eagerness, but you weren't quite sure how to outwardly respond to these feelings of yours.

"...That makes it sound a bit sad," you noted instead, your gaze wandering over him for a moment before returning back to his eyes. Your hands drifed downwards to his middle, then slid over his sides and back, until you lightly incircled your arms around his midsection under his leather jacket, bringing him in into a sort of an embrace, although there was still his undershirt serving as a barrier between you. Leon's breath caught at your touch. Of course, you were aware that this wasn't what he was looking for from you exactly. You let out a sigh: "...Like you're going to leave in the morning or something. Or I'll kick you out."

He moved in closer, his forehead resting softly against your own as he closed his eyes. He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. His heart beat faster in his chest with every little touch you gave him, pumping fresh, heated blood through his veins, making him acutely aware of every little touch, every little sound.

"-And what if you do?" He mouthed, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone. "Kick me out in the morning, I mean."

At that, you wrinkled your nose, as if in complete bewilderment at the mere suggestion.

"Why would I do that?"

There was a glimmer of doubt in Leon's eyes as they opened back up to scan yours silently. This type of vulnerability was... kind of new to him, and he wasn't at all used to feeling this way. He didn't care about this sort of thing usually. He was far too old to feel all broken up over not staying the night with someone. But with you, he couldn't help but wonder...

A mixture of relief and sadness alike washed over him as he let out a small, soft laugh. He ought to have known that you wouldn't just dump him on the curb again. You were too kind. Too sweet.

Far too incredibly sweet for him.

Being with you would probably give him cavities.

He'd take that any day, though.

"I just..." he sighed, lowering his head back down against yours, nuzzling his nose over your own slightly, "I guess I just wouldn't blame you if you did. I've been pushing you away for months. And showing up like this, drunk and needy at three in the morning... I don't really deserve your kindness."

He pulled his arms around you tighter: "...I'm a bit of a mess."

"-Maybe you are," you admitted. He didn't really linger much on the thought that you were both basically standing here, embracing one another. He reasoned that since neither of you objected, that was all he needed to worry about at the moment. You slipped one of your hands from under his jacket and reached up to comb it through his hair a bit, brushing a few strands out of his eyes. "But I care about you. That means accepting you even when you are a bit of a mess."

Leon was instantly drawn in by your touch like an affectionate mutt, his eyes fluttering back closed. He couldn't remember the last time someone touched him with such earnest gentleness and care. His chest ached from your touch and comforting words, making him let out a trembling breath. For so long, he hadn't received any physical or emotional affection from anyone. The act of holding you alone was almost enough to make him fall apart right then and there. But he needed more, he needed to be closer. He gripped your waist, fingers digging into your skin slightly.

"-Don't stop," he whispered, his voice rough with want. He slid his hands down from your waist to the bottom of your tank top again, grasping the edge of it. "Now, please. I need you to touch me. Or I'm gonna go crazy."

His voice had a tone of extreme desperation to it, and you could both hear it clearly. His words were practically begging. It was a vulnerability that he rarely got to show, but somehow, the fact that you made him feel so exposed was only making him want you even more.

It wasn't like you were resisting much before this, but you fully gave in this time. Your gaze softened at the silent vulnerability he displayed, but you didn't address it directly. For that, he was grateful. The hand that was brushing through his hair moved down to instead hold his cheek in your palm.

"Okay. I'm here. Right here," you murmured. And with that, you leaned forward, your intention clear.

'I'm here. Right here.' Four little words, but the sheer meaning behind them made his heart slam against his ribs with painful urgency. With an almost burning longing, he closed the distance between you and kissed you again.

He pushed you against the counter once more, every inch of his body seeming to ache for yours. You kissed him back despite the tiny gasp of surprise that escaped your lips. Though you expected it, this kiss was not at all like the ones before it. It was open-mouthed, deep, and fervent. This third kiss was somewhat rough, possibly even messy, and his hands were everywhere on you: one sliding onto your hip, the other grasping at your waist, squeezing tight. One of his knees pushed between yours, and there was no mistaking the hardness that touched your thigh through his jeans.

You sucked in a breath through your nose, your thighs parting to accommodate him. But even that touch wasn't nearly enough. He wanted more. He groaned as his mouth slid against yours, deepening the kiss further. Your breath stuttered at the hot sensation of his tongue brushing yours for the first time, though you reciprocated the favor with no reservations on your part, quickly turning a heated kiss into a full-blown shameless makeout session.

You struggled to maintain your balance under his intensity, but his firm grasp on you ensured that you stayed steady on your feet. This new, even closer proximity was making his heart race. As soon as he broke the kiss with a wet, smacking sound, you gasped for air. There was a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips before it broke off, the sight making him shiver. That kiss was as obscene as it gets. Even though neither of you cared much. If at all.

There was nothing but pure, hot need running through Leon's body and mind at this point, and he could practically taste your own need for him in every shaky breath that came out of your mouth. You both wanted the same thing. The sound of your breath and the taste of you on his tongue were nearly overwhelming. It was not enough. Not even close to being enough.

He needed more.

All of you.

So, he slipped his hands under your tank top, grabbed at your sides, and quickly raised you up to the kitchen counter. You gasped lightly, the smooth surface cold under your thighs. Your heart raced upon the realization that he intended to remain in the kitchen. It seemed that this was happening right here. His hands quickly reached for yours, grasping your wrists and guiding you towards his chest again, physically urging you to touch him.

"Please," he breathed against your cheek, his lips tracing over your jawline up to your ear. Holding on to your wrist, he directed your hand down to his belt, his abdomen tensing lightly under his shirt as your palm glided over it."Touch me. Here."

He was definitely... upfront. In a way, you found that exhilarating. You turned your head lightly and pressed your lips to his cheek, your hands leniently moving to undo his belt without any more hesitation to your actions. As Leon enjoyed the small yet intimate gesture of your peck to his cheek, a shiver ran up his spine. His belt jingled softly, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet kitchen. You murmured to him: "...In the kitchen?"

He's always been a man of action, and your approval and encouragement of his haste simply added to his motivation to keep pushing.

"Right here," he grunted, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your shorts up as he stepped between your legs. The counter creaked softly beneath you as he creeped in closer, the heat of his body radiating against your skin, easing away the coldness under your thighs. "I need you too badly to wait any longer."

Your bodies were now squished together as he tugged you to the edge of the counter, sliding his hands up your shorts and palming at your ass shamelessly. The hard length pressing against you was unmistakable now, with only the fabric of his jeans and your thin shorts separating you two. He again sneaked his hands under your tank top and pushed it up, allowing it to bunch up over the skin on your stomach. His mouth attacked at your neck, hot and wet as he sucked and nipped at the warm skin. He moaned into you, the sound rumbling deep in his throat, his breathing labored. You exhaled shakily, the sensation of his mouth on your neck hot and overwhelming, and the sound of his voice only fueling the flames that were steadily blooming in the pit of your stomach.

"Please," he breathed again, the word a desperate plea as his hand guided yours lower. At this point, it was impossible to focus on anything but your touch, given how he was touching you in practically every way, not that you minded that fact.

"This is going to be messy, then..." you murmured, more to yourself than to him as you followed his guidance yet again, your fingers working on his jeans to pop open the button and pull down the zipper with no further delays, sliding them down over his hips just enough to free his hardened cock from its uncomfortable confines, your hand immediately wrapping around it to give it a couple of gentle strokes.

He let out a low, guttural groan as his hips twitched forward in response to your touch. Your fingers were almost too much for him to handle and he had to quickly let go of you and grab onto the countertop with both hands to keep himself stable on his feet. The heat between you was causing his heart to race wildly in his chest, and a visible sheen of sweat was already forming on his skin. The feeling was incredible, but resisting the urge to give in immediately was a challenge that he had to overcome, somehow.

It would be downright humiliating to come this damn quickly. Though, it was probably a bit ironic how that was something he was insecure about, out of all the embarrassing things he's done already. To be fair to him, he hasn't been touched by someone properly in almost a year. And his own hand just didn't compare one bit.

"Messy is good," he said, his voice still strained. "I want messy. Want you to make a mess of me."

A tiny smile tugged at the edges of your lips as you giggled lightly at that, in spite of yourself. However, his words still managed to surprise you. In a positive way. "...Yeah?"

His body leaned closer to yours, pushing you back against the counter. He kissed up your neck, your jaw, your mouth, his lips hungry and eager on yours. Despite their frenzied and messy nature, you tried your best to return his kisses as he pecked at your lips, your mouth chasing after his before he broke off. He slid his hands under your tank top more, finally lifting it up and off your body.

You had no problem with your tank top being thrown away somewhere on the floor. Since you were in your pajamas as it was, there was no bra underneath it to take off, leaving you completely bare from the waist up. You brushed over the back of his neck with your free hand as he continued to shower you with open-mouthed kisses that made your heart race. Leon groaned lowly into the crook of your neck, making you smile against his hair as you whispered: "...Want me to make you just stop thinking for a while?"

There wasn't even a lot of teasing on your part here. After all, it was pretty evident that he was feeling very stressed and tense. You genuinely wanted to help him with that, no games involved.

Your words caused him to hesitate, and a tremor spread across his body. Goddamn, you really just said that.

"Fuck yes. I need that more than anything right now," he breathed out shakily before planting another desperate kiss on your lips, his tongue swiping over yours shamelessly. He eagerly touched at your newly exposed skin as he outlined the lines of your figure with his hands. "I'm always thinking, always planning. It never stops."

He nipped at your lower lip lightly as he pulled back, his eyes dark and stormy as he returned your gaze.

"...For once, I just want to feel." He tugged anxiously at the waistband of your shorts. He wanted them gone, wanted nothing to separate your bodies. He needed to feel your naked skin against his own, to get as close to you as humanely possible. You didn't protest against it, swiftly hooking your legs over his hips and kissing him back, trying to match his energy as your mouths moved together, hot and fervent. Leon felt a pulling ache in his chest. His cock throbbed against your palm, pre-cum already dribbling from the head as he ground himself against your touch instinctively. "Please..."

While your hand left his cock to creep over his shoulders, the one that was on the back of his head moved down to rest on his jawline, cupping his face.

"This is... a tad claustrophobic," you muttered onto his lips with a small chuckle, feeling the kitchen counter dig into your body in a somewhat uncomfortable manner.

With his hands firmly grasping at your hips, Leon gave you another little kiss on the lips, laughing along sheepishly. He knew he should probably be a tad gentler, take more care with you, but God help him. He was just so insanely desperate for you. Indeed, it was somewhat cramped in here; you were correct, as you always were. But the way you were pressed against him, your legs wrapped snuggly around his hips, your breath hot on his lips, made him not particularly care about it. So, he just kissed you once more, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a hungry groan rumbling in his throat, his hands coming down to clutch at your thighs like a lifeline.

"-Don't care," he choked out between his kisses. "You feel too good for me to care."

He rolled his hips against you, his body practically aching with need, his breaths coming in small, shaky puffs as he continued to kiss you repeatedly.

You seemed to not mind at all as you generously kissed him back every time, your shared breaths and small groans mixing together into one muffled symphony. His hips moving against yours caused a delicious, hot jolt up his spine, the feeling only doubling once you pushed yourself back against him to the best of your ability, considering your position on the kitchen counter. With the remaining barrier of clothes putting things somewhat up to his imagination, there was something undeniably sensual in the sensation of grinding against you in this way. Though, he sure hoped this wouldn't be the case for a long time. The feeling of you moving against him was too enticing, and the warmth of your breath on his skin caused him to shudder helplessly.

Your hand that wasn't on his jaw moved up and down his back, gently pushing the leather jacket off his shoulder.

"You're a bit overdressed, no?" You murmured in-between yet another session of your kisses, gently tugging at his bottom lip between your teeth as you looked back at him through your lashes, meeting his gaze.

He let out a low chuckle at your little comment, his eyes dark with lust as he looked back at you. You still kissed at his lips as your body rubbed up against his, your hair a complete unkempt mess. It was a bit hard to focus on your words when you looked this damn ethereal to him. Still, you were right. You always were. Despite your partial state of undress, he remained fully clothed. Selfish as ever, he was.

"Suppose I am," he said with a small smirk, quickly shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall somewhere to the floor, discarded. He didn't hesitate to start on his shirt as well, shedding layers of clothing with little care for where they ended up. He wanted to feel your skin pressed against his own, no clothes between you and him. He wanted nothing but you, and he wanted you now.

With your eyes sweeping over him with appreciation, you swiftly reached forward and moved your hand down his chest to his middle. A few clearly recent cuts and bruises were visible here and there, a reminder of the disaster of a mission he mentioned earlier. If you weren't limited to your kitchen counter, you'd have kissed them for him, scars old and new. But alas, your hand would have to do.

Leon took a sharp breath and let it out through clenched teeth. Your touch was tender and sweet, and he felt his heart skipping a beat at the fact that you've obviously noticed his battered state. Your obvious affection and desire made him feel like the most beautiful man alive, even though he was well aware that he was a mess right now, with countless scars and marks littering his skin. If only for a moment, he could forget about them, though.

"You're very beautiful," you murmured. Although it may have sounded cliche, you couldn't think of anything else to say. Moreover, that didn't make your statement any less truthful.

Your palm moved slowly down his stomach, causing him to instinctively quiver and flex his abs slightly. He missed how you used to take care of him, how your gentle touch could soothe almost every ache and pain, both physical and mental, the way your lips would press against his skin...

Though, at this moment, all you could do was press your palm against his chest, considering your rather restrictive position, feeling his heartbeat thump steadily beneath your fingers.

"...So are you," he echoed back, his voice rough. He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling it up towards his lips. He adorned your palm with quick little kisses, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on yours. You let him do as he pleased, your breath hitching a bit as his lips glided over your palm. The gesture seemed fairly reverent, and his heart stuttered in his chest once more. The fact that you were still here in front of him, letting him have this closeness again, still calling him beautiful... It made his heart ache. "God, I've missed you."

With your other hand, you gently brushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes, your fingertips barely grazing his cheek. Leon leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He tucked his nose into the palm of your hand and kissed at the warm skin softly.

"I didn't know you could get this soft."

You made an honest comment; there was no hint of teasing there. He's always been one for physical affection, but this... this was something else. Something that was closer to the heart, something that was more in-depth than simple clinginess on his part. A feeling that caused his heart to race and his breath to catch in his throat.

"Don't get used to it. Besides," he said, even as he nuzzled against your hand, the stubble along his jaw scraping gently against your skin. He reached out to grasp your hips again, his grip firm. "I'm feeling pretty... hard at the moment."

He softly rolled his hips up against yours again to show you how much you've really affected him. You gasped lightly, looking up at him with a small, subtle chuckle. Leon grinned at your breathless laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked down at you, letting out a little laugh of his own. Oh, how he loved the way you looked back at him, the sparkle of humor in your eyes, even as your cheeks flushed with darker hue. You dropped your hands and softly gripped his arms, partially for purchase and partially to hold onto him in some way. "...Can't argue with facts."

He bent down, seizing your lips in another fervent kiss, his tongue swiping over your upper lip with a soft breath. As your grip on his arms tightened, your nails dug into his skin, and he shivered from the sharp but pleasant sensation. He couldn't help but think of your nails digging into some other places. His body straining against yours, his longing for you only intensifying with every second passing, he dipped his head to press passionate, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your neck.

"Damn straight. You know," he muttered, his tongue tasting the salt on your skin. One hand stayed on your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin, while the other steadily started to wander. It gently splayed across your stomach after skimming up your side and following the contour of your ribcage. His fingers span over your skin, his touch light and almost ticklish, "-you're still wearing far too many clothes for my liking."

You shivered, releasing tiny, trembling breaths from your lips. It was quite overwhelming. Of course, in a positive sense. You tilted your head to the side, biting your lip. You softly placed one of your hands on his back, fingers tucked into the hairs on the back of his neck.

"Well, technically, you're still more overdressed than me. Jeans are thicker than pajama shorts, are they not?"

Leon looked up at you and let out a low laugh that rumbled through his chest. Your hair was all messed up from his hands, your cheeks were flushed, and your bare chest heaved with each little gasp and breath. Seeing you like this because of him felt too good to be true. His hand flexed on your hip as he nipped at the delicate skin of your neck with a low groan falling from his lips.

"Semantics," he mused, gently rolling his hips against yours once more, letting you feel the hard line of his bulge through his jeans. Or what remained of them as they hang on his hips loosely. "Besides they're easier to get off."

At that, you stopped and bit your lip. "...Fair enough."

"-Lift your hips."

Considering your confined space, you had to exert some effort to quickly raise your hips off the countertop, but most impressively, you did so with no questions asked. Leon wrapped one arm around your waist, supporting you, his other hand reaching for the waistband of your pajama shorts. The feel of your exposed skin against his fingertips made his heart to race. His touch was slightly shaky as he started to slide the fabric down over your thighs.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, "-been dreaming of this for months."

Your breath caught softly as his confession made your insides buzz. The feeling of his arm hooking over your waist and holding you securely was both grounding and exhilarating. He could easily hold your entire weight up, and you knew you were perfectly fine and safe like this. Guess there were some upsides to his lifestyle.

"You should've come sooner then," you said quietly, your legs hooking around his hips again once the shorts were completely off. "I didn't lie when I said I would've been happy to see you."

After a brief pause, Leon pressed his forehead against yours and tightened his arm around your waist.

"I know," he whispered, "and I'm so fucking sorry I didn't. I didn't think... I didn't think you'd want to see me. Not after..."

"Hey," you coaxed him gently, your tone softening up significantly. He looked back up at you as you moved to cup his cheek again, your eyes so damn kind and warm as you met his gaze. Additionally, he swore that he felt his knees somewhat give way when you smiled at him. He would've stumbled if he wasn't holding you. "You're here now. Okay?"

He lowered his head, his mouth hot and wet on your neck as he left a couple more kisses there. He tasted the salt of your sweat as his tongue slid over the skin there.

"...I'm here now," he repeated after you, his voice almost a growl against your skin, his hands roaming over your now fully exposed thighs, kneading at the soft flesh. Sure would be nice to have his head crushed between these thighs of yours. "-So you're just going to have to put up with me for the night."

He sucked on one particular spot on your neck hard enough to leave a mark but not so hard as to cause you too much discomfort. You jolted slightly, a tiny noise leaving you as you felt the subtle sting. Byt judging by the way you pushed your hips back against him, gently placing one arm around his neck, you didn't mind him leaving a mark one bit. And the sensation of you rocking back against him like that made Leon groan as he inadvertently tightened his grip on your waist.

"Think I can manage that just fine," you mused back to him quietly.

The rough fabric of his jeans created a deliciously frustrating friction against your fully exposed cunt as he ground his hips into yours. He wanted to feel you against him, wanted to feel every inch of you pressed up against his body. He wanted to trace every curve and contour of yours with his hands and mouth until he knew you better than he did himself. Only, he wasn't sure he had the patience for it tonight.

"Oh I bet you can," he murmured against your neck, his voice low and heavy. His hand moved up your side, over the swell of one of your breasts, his thumb gently brushing over your nipple. The soft feel of it beneath his touch was so intense that he couldn't refrain from groaning aloud, just from that alone. He had a strong urge to take it in his mouth and suck on it until you were writhing under him, begging him for more than just that. But he wanted to worship every inch of you until you were fully satisfied, not rush through this for his own satisfaction alone.

Even if the urge was definitely there, and something told him that he wouldn't be able to perform up to his usual standards tonight.

You hummed in approval, your free hand gently tugging on his unbuttoned jeans and boxers as they slid downward.

"-This can't be comfortable," you noted.

Leon took a sharp breath in, his hips thrusting forward a little because of the sudden stimulation. He's been so focused on teasing you and touching you that he hadn't even considered his own discomfort. However, now that you've brought it up, he was painfully aware of the tightness in his jeans and the uncomfortable strain on his poor neglected member still partially stuffed away in his boxers. He's been so worked up and desperate for your touch that he's been ignoring his own needs.

"You're right," he murmured, his voice strained as he reached down to help you push his jeans and boxers over his hips. "Lemme... lemme just..."

In order to give himself the room to remove his jeans and boxers down his thighs properly, he separated himself from you for a little while. Once free from its confines, his cock sprung up, slapping against his stomach lightly and leaving a tiny smudge of pre-cum on his skin. He was already leaking so much it was downright embarrassing, but he couldn't stop staring at you and your reaction to him nonetheless. Your eyes showing nothing but pure hunger for him made his heart race, and his cock to throb alike. You looked at him with nothing but admiration, appreciating the beauty of his naked body, even though he was fairly close. You wanted to touch and caress him all over, making you wish for more room for you to move around. But, alas. The only way to do that was with your eyes alone.

So, you silently drew him closer for another languid kiss by the nape of his neck, striving for direct contact between your bodies, skin against skin. To get him going, you deftly wrapped your other hand around his cock and gave it a few gentle pumps, nothing getting in the way now. Given his painfully worked up state, you really had no need to do anything for him. But you wanted to regardless.

Leon groaned as his hips bucked forward from the kiss. He was so hard it hurt. The skin on his cock was hot and tight, and the sensation of your soft fingers wrapping around him alone almost made him see stars. He ground himself into your palm, practically fucking into your fist as he kissed you back, hard and desperate. To guide your strokes along his length, he slid his own hand down and wrapped his fingers around yours.

Fuck, that felt so good, his brain hazy with nothing but lust and pleasure now. He wanted to fuck into your hand forever, wanted to use your fist to bring himself to the edge again, and again, and again, until he was completely spent, and his brain was blissfully empty of any and all thoughts besides just you and your touch alone.

However, he was aware that he must slow down and proceed at a pace that would please you both, not just himself. So, he suddenly pulled away from you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was flushed deep crimson, the veins along it pulsating gently with each heartbeat, his head slick and glistening, pre-cum running down the length of it.

"I need you," he rasped out, his hands roaming over your body fervently, grabbing, squeezing, kneading. "Can't wait anymore."

When he opened his eyes to gaze at you, a mixture of need and pleading filled the depths of his irises.

"Please."

You merely gave him a kind of dreamy smile, feeling a little dizzy from the kiss and the sensation of his bare skin against yours alike. Though, he figured that you'd become even closer soon enough. You moved your other hand from the base of his neck to the underside of his jaw, brushing his chin lightly with your thumb. "I think my answer to that's pretty obvious, no? I want you."

You planted another brief, delicate kiss onto his lips before drawing back. Leon's heart swelled with your words, and he grinned like a fool as he leaned into your touch. He relished in the way your fingers felt against his skin and the soothing warmth of your thumb as it stroked his chin so lovingly.

Without further ado, he moved and shifted against you, his hands sliding down your sides and gripping onto your hips tightly. He drew you in, allowing you to feel the full expanse of his body against yours. He was so hard and ready, leaking and twitching against your stomach, and he couldn't wait to finally be inside you. He's missed the way you looked at him and touched him, like you were really seeing him. He's missed it so much.

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead as he leaned in.

"Hang on," he instructed. Carefully, he shifted his grip on you, grabbing you by the back of your thighs to help you hold onto him properly as he straightened up and easily lifted you off of the counter. He moved a few careful steps back, away from the counter, and then lowered himself onto the kitchen chair that was closest to him, which he'd conveniently been sitting on prior.

He settled you onto his lap, your legs parted around his hips, his arms wrapped around your middle. This time, it was you who was on top of him, your bodies still pressed tightly together, his body-warmth filling you. You chuckled softly, looking down at him with mild amusement swimming in your eyes, your arms wrapped around his neck.

"...Why am I not surprised that I'm on top?"

Leon's eyes lit up with mischief and desire as he grinned at you. He loved how you looked straddling him, your hair framing your features just enough to cast a lovely shadow over your face, cheeks still flushed and lips swollen from his kisses. He moved his hands down to grab your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your hipbones.

"You got a problem with that?" He mused, his tone almost coy as he looked up at you, a small, cocky smirk playing on his lips. Despite his teasing tone, his touch was anything but. His hands still wandered over your figure, nearly reverently following the lines and contours of your body. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and heavy-lidded, filled with a need that was more profound and primal than just physical.

You smiled and leaned in to get more comfortable.

"Zero," you stated bluntly. Without any further dancing around, you shifted up to gently guide yourself to sink onto him slowly. Your hot cunt surrounded his aching cock, making Leon's breath catch sharply in his throat. As you slowly but surely sank onto him fully, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, a low, guttural groan escaping from his lips. A small 'mm...' sound left your own parted lips as you felt him stretching you out, not painful or uncomfortable, but a tad tense. Still, you knew that it was only temporary. Your focus was immediately taken away from the minor ache of the light stretch by those dazed blue eyes staring back at you.

Fuck, you felt absolutely fantastic, like velvet and silk and everything he has ever desired. He had to resist the urge to start thrusting up into you immediately, to fuck into you hard and fast until you were both trembling and exhausted. But rather, he forced himself to stay motionless so you could get used to him being inside of you. He knew that he didn't exactly get to prepare you properly - damn his drunken horny impatience - that you were tight and possibly a bit sore, and he didn't want to hurt you on accident. He wanted to make this a damn good experience for you, and he wanted you to feel as amazing as you made him feel. Even though that was a high bar for him to aim for.

His fingers stretched along the bend of your shoulder blades as his hands moved over your back. He drew you in closer, until your chest was pressing against his own, allowing him to feel the soft swells of your breasts cushioning his chest. His lips rested in the hollow of your throat as he leaned in to pepper kisses along the side of your neck softly. He took a few moments to just breathe, to try and compose himself enough to speak, but he was so damn aroused that he was finding it hard to even think straight, much less form coherent sentences.

"...Don't move yet," he managed to breathe out, his voice rough with need. "I'm... gonna come too fast if you do. Just- give me a minute, ok?"

Despite the fact that the sound was not at all mocking in nature, you couldn't help but laugh out loud. You combed one hand through the hairs on the back of his neck, running your fingers through the strands gently. "Seriously? I just put it in."

You weren't making fun of him. Honestly, you found it rather sweet. Regardless, Leon chuckled nervously, his face flushed and his breathing labored as he looked back at you with an embarrassed smile.

"I know, I know. It's just... been a while," he admitted, his hands squeezing at your hips gently as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He leaned towards you with his forehead resting lightly against your shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as he concentrated on the sensation of your warmth surrounding him, the way your inner walls were fluttering and clenching around his length, a blissful promise of what's to come. His touch was gentle and reverent, reaching up to cup your cheek despite your current state. "Just... let me look at you for a moment."

His eyes moved over your face, ravenous but tender, as if he was trying to commit this moment to memory. You smiled and put your hand on top of his, turning your head slightly to press a small kiss to his wrist.

"Hey, there's no rush. And... just for the record, I wouldn't care if you came too fast," you reassured him. Although you teased a bit, you didn't want him to feel genuinely embarrassed over disappointing you or anything. You really just wanted him to feel good tonight, even if that meant you might not get that intense finish at the end of this.

Leon's tensed up muscles relaxed slightly, a subtle, genuine smile blooming on his lips. He leaned in to kiss your cheek, his breath warm against your skin.

"...Thanks," he murmured, meaning it with every fiber of his being. "That means a lot."

He inhaled deeply, feeling a little more in control now. Still, he took a few more additional moments to simply feel the heat and tightness of your cunt before speaking again.

"You can move now."

For a moment, you just held his gaze, as if you were trying to figure out just how sincere he really was: "You sure? I told you, I really am okay with waiting. There's no rush."

You were too kind, God...

He nodded, his touch tender as he ran his hands over your thighs.

"Yeah, I'm sure, don't worry. Slow at first," he grunted, his eyes meeting yours. "Just... move slow at first."

"-You got it," you said, returning his gaze with a small smile. You weren't about to go against him. So, in order to get things started, you placed your arms over his shoulders and gave a slight little roll of your hips. You exhaled shakily at the action, your eyes fluttering shut. After all, it's been pretty long for you, too.

Fuck, the feeling of you moving on top of him, your warm cunt enveloping him so perfectly, was almost too much to take. He had to swallow back a gasp, his own eyelids fluttering closed as he concentrated on the sensation of your body against his own, your shape fitting so wonderfully against his own.

"Yeah, like this," he managed to grit out, his voice strained with pleasure as he guided your hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. He was taking his time, being gentle and careful with you, making sure you were both enjoying every moment of this unplanned reunion.

His hands moved up your back, his fingers splaying across your shoulder blades. He pulled you in closer, until your chest was pressed flush against his own again, until he could feel the softness of your breasts cushioning his muscles. His lips lingering on the silky, smooth skin, he lowered his head to kiss the top of your left breast reverently, just above your heartbeat. You chuckled at that softly, the delicious drag of him moving inside you making your breath hitch in your throat, the fire within the pit of your stomach strong and ravenous.

"-Yeah?" You breathed out, your hands skimming over his own shoulders briefly as you moved on top of him, caressing him. "We're doing this slow and steady?"

If so, it wouldn't bother you. To be honest, you were just fine with that. Leon's eyes were dark and fierce when he stared up at you. He gently brushed his thumb over your cheekbone, reaching up to cup your cheek again.

"For now," he muttered, his gaze fixed on you again. "I just want to feel you. All of you. Slowly."

You smiled shakily and leaned into his hand: "...Then slowly it is."

He was now firmly grasping your hips, his fingers pressing into your flesh. He swallowed.

"But I won't be able to hold back for that long." He raised one hand from your hip and glided it up your side, his fingers lingering on your waist, ribs, chest. He cupped one breast, gently squeezing at the soft flesh for a moment, before his touch continued upwards, moving up your neck to cup your face next. His gaze was deep and passionate as he caressed your lower lip with his thumb. "...You're so damn beautiful."

Your lashes fluttered just before you opened your eyes back up to stare down at him, your breath hitching at his touch. You found it hard to maintain the requested slow pace for a moment there, your hips stuttering, but you resumed your languid rolls after the brief hang-up. You wouldn't speed up without his go-ahead. Instead, you settled yourself by nuzzling into his hand, throwing all caution to the wind. To hell with it, you weren't ashamed to show that you very much adored him. You parted your lips for him, letting his thumb press further into your bottom lip as you maintained eye contact with him.

"...That's something we can both agree on," you breathed out. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, either."

His hands slid into your hair at the back of your head as he leaned up closer to you and pulled you in. He gently gripped at the strands as he leaned in until his forehead rested against yours, your shaky breaths mingling together.

"I think I have some idea," he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a yearning he could hardly express in words alone. "Seeing you like this, feeling you like this... it's... everything I've been dreaming about for months now. Seriously."

He was glued to you. His hand on your face was trembling slightly as he ran his thumb over your lip again, his touch reverent. With his other hand snaking around to grasp the back of your neck, he leaned in and planted another sloppy, wet kiss on your lips. He pulled you in closer, his body shaking slightly as he tried to resist just grasping at your hips and thrusting up into you like some animal in heat. He broke the kiss briefly to speak, sounding raspy and breathless.

"...Faster."

This was not a request; this was a command.

"Yes." You nodded, speechless and breathless yourself, both from the kiss and the continual sensation of him going in and out of you. Once his hands slid back to your hips, they felt steady, and you were grateful for that feeling. Knowing you, you would exhaust yourself quickly. But for now, you would give him your best. So, that was what you did.

As you slowly but surely increased the speed of your motions, thrusting down on him with increasing weight, you chased after his lips once more, kissing him. The sound of skin slapping against skin now contributed to the symphony of this moment. The intensified sensations prompted you to moan into him, tightening your grip on his shoulders during the kiss. You were just as reminded that it's been pretty damn long since you felt pure physical pleasure from fucking someone like this.

You might have needed some stess-relief as much as he did.

With each roll and grind, Leon groaned as he felt your heat enveloping him, taking him deeper. He tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, creating small half-moon indentations on your skin, but he knew you wouldn't object to it. He could tell you wanted it just as much as he did.

He broke off the kiss once more, his breath coming in ragged pants as his lips moved back down to your neck, his hands roaming around your body. Kissing and and biting at the delicate skin there, his teeth skimming over you as he fought to hold back just a little bit longer, his body quivering with effort, your name leaving his lips in a ragged groan: "Fuck..."

You tossed your head back, partly in a conscious effort to give him more space to work with, and partly in a natural reaction to the ever-growing pleasure blooming within the pit of your abdomen that now filled all your senses as you gasped breathlessly with each thrust. You kept up your pace without stuttering, even as the fire between your legs became unbearable in the best of ways, spreading upwards like liquid fire in your veins. One of your hands cradled the back of his head, your fingers buried in his hair, your nails scraping sharply against his scalp. He didn't seem to mind it at all. If anything, the whine that got muffled into your neck as you tugged at his hair a tad more harshly was an encouragement, not a protest.

"L-Leon..."

He was only pushed to begin thrusting up and meeting your movements when you gasped out his name like that, slamming his hips up against yours. He left a constellation of messy, open-mouthed kisses on your skin, his hands roaming all over your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire on you. He was quickly losing control, his breath coming in laborious pants, his body shivering.

"S-Shit, I'm not gonna be able to hold out for long like that," he muttered hurriedly, his voice strained. He reached up with a single hand, his fingers entwining in your hair and pulling your head back, forcing your to gaze to meet his own. You emitted a faint mewl as his hips drove up into you, only intensifying the feelings coursing up your spine, while the tug on your hair drew your eyes to meet his own. His blue eyes resembled a storm, dark and deep, with a hunger that extended beyond just physical need. "I want you to come for me. Can you do that?"

That was a genuine question on his part, and a warranted one, considering he didn't get to please you properly before things went from second base straight to home run with nothing in-between. Still, with how pent up you were, you honestly didn't have much trouble with it.

It was tough to remember to breathe with the hungry stare he was giving you. It was also tough to make yourself speak. Both from the constant physical reminder of him moving inside you that stole all words that did manage to form and transformed them into a series of gasps and moans on your part, as well as the pleasant fog that filled your head like cotton. While his request would probably embarrass you in other circumstances, right now, you didn't have the capacity or the desire to care.

So, you merely gave him a shaky nod, slinking one hand down your body to rub tight, quick circles on your clit in tune with his thrusts. Shuddering, it didn't at all take long for you to arch your back against him, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your muscles spasmed as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed over you, making your vision flash white for just a split second.

Maybe there is some good in not getting any action in a while.

The sight, the sound, the sheer sensation of you clamping up on him as you reached your orgasm, were downright heavenly. Leon tried to stifle his own whine by biting down on his lip, his hands clenching on your hair and hip. As his eyesight blurred at the edges, the waves of bliss almost overwhelmed him. He's been anticipating this for so long, and now that it was here, all around him, he felt as if he was drowning in all these sensations, as if he was drowning in you.

"Oh god-" he gasped out, your name escaping him in a breathless mantra, his voice raising itself higher until it broke off into a muffled whine as he spilled himself into you, warm and throbbing. Slowly and gently, he loosened his grip on your hair, his touch softening as he ran his fingers through the messy strands, evening them out a bit. His heart was thumping in his chest, he was panting, his breaths deep and shaky.

He tucked his face into the crook of your neck and gently kissed at the skin. The lightness of his touch and lips against you was a stark contrast to the fire that burned in him just mere moments earlier. Your thighs were shaking slightly from the aftershocks of it all, your body slumped over his as you breathed heavily, panting. As you two sat, gathering your bearings, your head moved to rest on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his middle as the noise of your shared breaths filled the silence of your kitchen. You gradually grew aware of his presence as reality settled back in, bit by bit. You hummed lightly, raising your own hand to run your fingers through his hair, even though your hands were a bit shaky.

Leon closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch. As he wrapped his arms fully around you, holding you close, he was still struggling to catch his breath, his heart pounding. He nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your scent and holding your body close against his own. The previously heated and fervent atmosphere was now peaceful, almost normal, and for a moment, he could just relax and enjoy the present, the past and future be damned.

Though, a few seconds later, he raised his head and gave you a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. His touch was soft and reverent as he poured all his remaining emotions into that kiss without speaking. Once Leon interrupted the kiss, he drew back to look at you. His eyes were still stormy, but there was also a softness there, a vulnerability that wasn't present there before.

"...I don't want to overstep," he said quietly, some hesitance to his words. "But... can I stay?"

He ran his hand over your back in a soft manner. While he was asking for more than just a few more hours together, he was willing to settle for just being close to you at the moment. You drew back, unable to contain your breathless laugh as you glanced down at him in pure disbelief.

You looked uncertain whether to be amused or slightly insulted. Was he seriously asking you this right now?

"We just had sex in my kitchen. I think I am fine with you staying the night, Leon."

Leon laughed quietly, showing a faint flush on his cheeks. He knew he must look like a sight right now, still panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair disheveled, and his eyes hazy with fading remnants of lust. Still, he found a feeling of contentment and pride that he hadn't felt in a long time as he watched you, looking all satiated and just as flushed as a result of his actions. Even if this was far from his best performance. He told himself that he'd make sure to make it up to you later and treat you like the queen you are.

"Sorry," he murmured, his voice still rough but a bit lighter now. "I just... I don't want to assume anything. Didn't want to push my luck. But... yeah. I'd be really happy if I could stay. As long as you'll have me."

His gaze was still fixed on your face as he ran his hands through your hair again. He leaned up, leaving another brief but nonetheless tender kiss on your lips. One that you returned wholeheartedly.

Of course, he realized you still had a lot of stuff to figure out, but for now, he was simply glad to be here with you and have this second opportunity to make it right.

Still, he saw your brows raise in silent surprise as you withdrew from him slightly. He didn't have to be specific to convey the essence of that last sentence to you. 'As long as you'll have me'. It was a hidden promise, there for you to latch on to if you wanted to, or discard it away with no judgement on his part. And you wouldn't have expected something like this from him.

In any case, you already knew your answer: "You can stay for as long as you'd like."

Leon felt a sudden surge of emotion blooming in his chest, making his breath to catch in his throat again, but for a completely different reason this time around. The magnitude of what you just said was beyond him, he found it hard to believe it. He could tell right away that you truly meant it by the simple earnestness and warmth to your eyes. He leaned in, mesmerized by the sight of you, the warmth of your breath mingling with his own.

"For as long as I'd like," he repeated, a soft, disbelieving whisper. He brought you closer, tightly wrapping his arms around your middle and lightly nuzzling against your temple. "...That could really be forever, you know."

You gently humed against him, your hands slowly moving up and down his back in soothing caresses.

"Is that bad?"

He chuckled.

"I'm just not sure I'm ever going to want to leave." His lips lingered on your shoulder for a moment, giving you another gentle kiss, before he spoke again: "It's just... this feels like... home. Being with you, holding you, touching you. I don't... I don't want to lose that feeling again. Even if it makes me sound like some sappy loser."

The simple vulnerability of his words made your heart ache, and the want to just hold him suddenly overwhelmed you. Then again, there was no obstacle holding you back from doing exactly that. Thus, you don't hold back. Your hands slid around his own middle and up his back as you simply held him close with a small sigh of your own. It was a little nasty and sticky, what with you both sweaty and still unseparated, with him remaining inside you since neither of you had moved yet. But you didn't mind the messiness all that much. As far as you were concerned, you would rather have his sweat and odor than blood and grime.

"You don't have to," you murmured simply, looking ahead as your head rested on his shoulder snuggly. "I told you. I don't mind you being here. I like you being here."

Leon trembled. This, being held like this, feeling so safe and wanted by someone, was something he was not at all used to. But with you, it felt so natural, it was almost scary. His arms wrapped around you like a vice, pulling you in impossibly close. He was still struggling to wrap his head around the idea that he could just... stay. That you wanted him to stay. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, his grip on you intensifying as his hands firmly clasped at your back.

"...You better mean that," he choked out shakily, "-because I'm not going anywhere. Not this time."

He felt strangely... complete. He felt like all the parts of himself that he thought he had long lost were finally coming back together. He didn't realize he was missing that feeling until now, when it was back again.

As your own hand gracefully glided up his back, he felt your fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck softly. Leon shivered slightly, letting out a soft, content sigh of his own. The feeling of being so intimately close to you, in more ways than one, was downright heavenly. Despite his awareness that this feeling would fade away once you inevitably pull back from him. But that was fine.

"I wouldn't lie to you about something like this," you said simply. "Would be a bit cruel of me, don't you think?"

"-You're many things," he sighed. "But cruel is definitely not one of them."

You grinned at him, tilting your head slightly as you pulled back. He could recognize that subtle playful glint in your eyes, the one he knew well by now: "Yeah? What am I then?"

He bestowed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment more than necessarily. "You're kind... and thoughtful, and smart. And way too good for me."

He sighed softly, feeling your hand still continuing to play with his hair; the sensation of your fingers dancing along the wisps of hair at his nape sent nice little thrills down his spine. His eyes fluttered closed again, his head resting against your shoulder, and his body relaxing as he takes simple pleasure in this peaceful moment. He was utterly worn out. Not simply because of the drinking and the sex, but because of the weight he's been carrying for a long time now finally being lifted off his weary shoulders, albeit only partially. But that was sufficient enough for him. Now that he was in your arms, it felt like he could finally put away some of it behind him, even if just for a short, precious moment in time.

For a while, you just held each other in silence. It was... nice. Even though he understood that it wouldn't continue on forever. Eventually, as you started to feel your eyelids grow heavy, you pushed yourself up a bit, pulling back from him again. In a situation like this, this was hardly the ideal spot for you two to fall asleep. You smiled at him faintly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

"...Think we better clean up and head to bed, eh?"

Leon leaned back and blinked up at you slowly, emerging from the shroud of sleepy blissfulness of his own. His eyes were still heavy-lidded and hazy, but he smiled softly at you from the corners of his mouth.

"Probably a good idea, yeah," he agreed, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Not that I don't love having you on top like this... but yeah. Probably not the most comfy place for a night of sleep."

He knew you were right, yet he was still hesitant to let go. He took another moment to just look at you one more time, taking in the sight of you in all your tired, disheveled, but still-gorgeous glory, before he reluctantly released his grip on you. You nodded thanks and climbed off of him slowly, hissing slightly as you felt his now soft cock slide out of you with an unceremonious squishy noise. Leon's cheeks flushed a bit at the sound, a mixture of pride and a bit of chagrin running through him. He really did that to you, huh. He was now more than aware of a sticky mess between your thighs as the initial afterglow has faded.

A part of him found it pretty amusing that you just rode him on your kitchen chair, of all places. In the moment, it was not easy to think rationally, though.

Giving him another somewhat awkward but genuine smile, you extended your hand to assist him in standing up. He was still drunk, after all. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up."

He took your hand and let you pull him up. With a bit more effort than necessary, he stood up after you, wobbling on his feet for a moment since everything was still so intense that his legs were shaking. The remaining alcohol in his system didn't help with that, either. Though, this time, he chose to laugh it off instead.

"You... might've tired me out a bit." With a trace of mischief to his eyes, he laughed gently as he surveyed the sticky mess between your legs. "...And I made a bit of a mess, didn't I? Think you might... let me help you clean up?"

He took a step closer and lightly touched your inner thigh, his fingers sliding up, up, up until he gathered some of the still warm stickiness on the pads of his fingers. Your eyes slightly widened upon touch, your breath hitching in clear surprise. But somehow, you had a good hunch about where this was going exactly.

"Oh my God, Leon, don't-" He pulled his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean before you could even finish, tasting the salty flavor of you two mixed together. God, he wouldn't mind cleaning you up in other ways. Preferably involving his mouth between your legs. But he was pulled from his horny fantasies with a disbelieving groan coming from you, quickly followed by a laugh, and as he looked back at you, he saw you slapping a hand over your eyes. "Nooo, Jesus, you're so gross!"

It was obvious that your exclamation was devoid of any genuine revulsion on your part. If anything, that stupid grin pulling on your lips told him more than any words ever could. Leon's own amusement was just as obvious as he smirked at your horrified laughter. Taking his fingers out of his mouth with a pretty shameless pop, he held them up and gave you a mean grin of his own.

"Hey, don't knock it 'till you try it," he teased, his voice now low and flirtatious. "Besides, I couldn't let all that go to waste... I put it there. It's only fair I clean it up, don't you think?"

His face was split in a roguish smile, not the slightest trace of any shame or embarrassment in his expression as he looked back at you. If anything, he seemed delighted by your flustered reaction, relishing the chance to tease you and see you all sputtering and speechless. You just lightly slapped at his shoulder once you were done laughing, knowing full well your face was undoubtedly flushed now, what with how hot your cheeks felt.

Regardless of how insufferable he was, it was nice to see him laughing and joking again. You'd take his raunchy humor over those sad, hollow eyes you had to see before any day.

"...Dork," you simply said, shooting him a smile that nullified any thought of actual annoyance on your part. "Come on, let's go shower already."

Leon's smile only grew at your playful swat. In fact, he seemed emboldened by it, his hand reaching out to catch yours and bring it to his lips. He gave you a lingering kiss on your knuckles, his gaze fixed on you.

"Dork, huh?" He repeated, pretending to be offended. "Why, you little-"

With no further warning, he lifted you off the floor, throwing you over his shoulder with baffling ease as he chuckled under his breath at your yelp of surprise, his hold on you both secure and gentle.

"Leon, the hell are you-"

"-Oh, no, you're not getting away that easily, missy. You think you can just call me a dork and get away with it? Nope."

You just laughed along as you held onto him. The whole situation was rather ridiculous, all things considered, but you found the light, playful atmosphere to be pleasant, especially considering how it's been quite a while since you saw this silly side of him: "What happened to 'you might've tired me out a bit'!?"

Leon snickered as he adjusted his grasp on your back, holding you steady. He gently squeezed the curve of your hip as he smirked back at you over his shoulder.

"I might be tired, but I've still got enough energy to handle you." Before long, the short walk to your bathroom was complete and he set you down in your shower, busying himself with making sure the water was just right. You let him do as he pleased, not minding getting pampered for a bit. "And besides, you calling me a dork is unacceptable. I have a reputation to maintain, you know."

"Sure you do."

He looked over your bare physique appreciatively, smiling to himself as he watched you step beneath the water's spray on your own. He admired the way the water flowed down your skin, tracing its path through the lines and planes of your body as it trickled downwards, leaving tiny translucent paths along your skin. Leon took a minute to simply look at you before finally entering the shower himself, his body close to yours in the cramped space. Not that either of you minded that fact.

"...Gotta admit, this is a nice view."

You just shook your head slightly and laughed. He was being quite cheesy with you now. You didn't mind. It was nice to see him be his usual corny self. You simply reached over for the body wash and promtly started soaping him up from the shoulders down after squeezing some into your palm.

"Well, I hope it's a nice compensation for smelling like cherries. Not the most manly scent there is, I'm afraid."

Leon clearly more than enjoyed the feel of your hands gliding along his skin as he tilted his head back against the wall, chuckling softly under his breath.

"Hey, I think I could get used to smelling like cherries if it means I can be around you every day." Your hands slid across his shoulders and down his chest, forcing him to fully lean back against the shower wall and briefly close his eyes in quiet bliss. "-And trust me, I've had worse smells on me. Way worse."

You gave him a knowing smile and snort out a little laugh of your own at that. You supposed cherries were the lesser of the two evils between them and smelling like a rotting pile of garbage. However macabre that was.

The atmosphere between you now felt warm and almost... domestic, in a way. He tried not to dwell on that thought too long, though. But you placing a quick little kiss to his shoulder made it ten times harder. "You could say that again."

Without much thought, he seized the bottle of body wash from you, squeezing a substantial amount into his own palm, and then setting it down again.

"My turn," he murmured, his hands immediately moving to your body, almost impatiently. You didn't protest, simply turning around to let him wash up your back. He was gentle, his touch light and reverent as he traced the outlines and planes of your body with a familiar touch. He moved slowly, making sure to cover all of you with fragrant soap. Or, well... He really just wanted an excuse to touch you some more.

As you relaxed against him, you momentarily closed your eyes and hummed in quiet contentment. Being cared for and caring for someone in such a way was... nice. Really nice. Even your touch aside, he realized how much he missed just being with you like this, sharing a quiet moment of domesticity he didn't know he needed. After rinsing the body wash off of you, Leon held his hands on your hips for just another extra silent moment. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered to you softly, drawing you in closer: "...I really did miss this, you know. I missed you. So damn much."

Your head rested back against his shoulder: "I missed you too."

He wrapped his arms fully around your waist to draw you even closer to him, grinning to himself like a total fool. This was the first time you actually said it back to him properly, ever since he first blurted out his feelings to you over the phone. Unable to contain his inner glee, he gave you a couple of gentle kisses down your jawline. He held onto you like this for a small while, simply savoring the sensation of your bare body against his own, the gentle warmth of the water cascading over you both. He paused, his gaze moving over your face silently, seeing the faint, comfortable smile blooming on your lips and the way your eyes were fluttered closed in quiet bliss. Quite a sight, he must say.

"...I know we can't go back to the way things were," he said softly, his thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips. "But right now... right now, this is perfect. Just us. Just... together."

You offered him a faint chuckle and a sweep of some damp hair away from his eyes as you turned to face him, your hands resting on his chest.

"Well... I'm glad I made you feel better. In whatever way it was."

His eyes closed as he leaned into your touch.

"-You always make me feel better," he murmured, his voice so unbelievably soft. He took one of your hands in his, lifting it up to his face, and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm. "I'm going to sound corny as hell, but you're like... a breath of fresh air to me, you know? In this crazy, fucked-up world, you're the one thing that somehow still makes sense to me. The one thing that I can still count on."

The heat of the water and his body's warmth surrounded you as he shuffled a little closer, his body brushing against yours. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you right back into his tight embrace, nuzzling into the crook of your neck again.

"...I don't ever want to lose this feeling again. I don't ever want to lose you."

You moved to wrap your arms around him in turn, holding him close and secure.

"You won't."

This was the type of warm comfort he didn't know he craved. Not until you gave it to him without asking for anything in return. And it was the most precious gift he could've hoped for.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #wow this fucker is finally done good golly #as always this is self indulgent as hell

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joons-cinnamon-bun · 8 months ago

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Perfect plan -2-

Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader Genre: friends to lovers, friends with benefits? (But the benefit is a baby); crack, a smidge of angst, smut, fluff, happy ending. Rating: explicit. Minors do not interact. Warnings: mentions of cheating and ‘being the other woman’ (past relationship), reader works at a hospital, Namjoon is just an absolute sweetheart in this, cursing, multiple sex scenes, dirty talking, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, just a smidge of size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, intensive orgasms, Namjoon tells you to “Relax, woman” before eating you out, lovemaking, and a quick scene of pregananat sex. Word count: somewhere around 16k. Author's note: Here we gooo, part 2 and the finale. Hope you enjoy.✨✨ and if you do, do not hesitate to comment (let's be friends). Tell me what you liked, what you didn't. I'm writing again after a really long time and could use some feedback. (and friends lol) I stole the name Cosmo from “Castle”- (an oldish detective/crime serries I used to love, and I always found it so funny naming a kid Cosmo that I just couldn’t help myself.) Thank you @callmenoona25 for being my trusted beta reader. You’re the best! ✨ part 1: here

Normally, you weren’t one to brag. However, when it came to your packing techniques, no one could compete. You prided yourself on your ability to fit everything you needed into a single suitcase, neatly organized and perfectly folded. Never went over the set limit, even by a gram. You even made sure to leave room for any souvenirs you might pick up along the way, maximizing both space and efficiency.

As you laid out your essentials, you felt a sense of satisfaction. Each outfit was carefully chosen for its versatility, from causal daytime to polished evening. The thrill of the trip only adding to your excitement as you zipped up your suitcase, ready for whatever awaited you in Singapore.

You met Namjoon at the airport, his big bright smile making your heart race when he collected your hand in his, leading you across the airport with familiarity.

The flight was smooth, filled with laughter and light conversation, and before you knew it, you were landing in Changi airport.

The vibrant city welcomed you with its dazzling skyline and warm, humid air. You could hardly contain your excitement as you stepped off the plane and into the bustling airport. Namjoon glanced at you; his eyes sparkling.

As you made your way to baggage claim, a sleek black SUV waited for you outside. The driver greeted you both with a warm smile and opened the door, and you slid into the plush back seat. Namjoon settled beside you, glancing out the window as the city zipped by.

“Look at all the lights! It’s beautiful,” he said, pointing out the iconic sights.

You nodded, mesmerized by the blend of modern architecture and lush greenery. The drive to your hotel felt like a preview of all the excitement that awaited you.

Once you arrived at the hotel, the luxurious lobby took your breath away, with its stunning decor and welcoming atmosphere.

Your room just as elegant, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The soft lighting and plush furniture created a cosy yet sophisticated atmosphere. You couldn’t help but smile as you set your bags down.

“Wow! This is incredible” you exclaimed, fully enchanted by the room.

There was a little loune area to your right, complete with mini bar and plush seating that invited relaxation. A small coffee table was set perfectly in the centre, and the soft glow of the lamps added to the cozy ambiance.

The open kitchen was opposite to the lounging area, sleek and modern, with gleaming countertops and high-end appliances.

“This place is amazing.” You beam “I didn’t expect it to be this nice.”

Namjoon chuckles, clearly pleased. “Yeah, one of the job perks.”

You moved to the kitchen, admiring the little details- the stylish bar stools, the complementary snacks neatly arranged on the counters. “This feels like a dream,” you murmured, almost in disbelief as you run your fingers down the counter.

“Just wait until you see the view from the balcony,” Namjoon said, walking over to the sliding door. He opened it, and a warm breeze flowed in, carrying the sounds of the vibrant city below.

You stepped outside, and your breath caught in your throat as you took in the stunning panorama. The skyline shimmered against the dusk sky, a blend of colours painting the horizon. “This is breathtaking!” you exclaimed, stepping closer to the railing. The warm breeze gently collecting your hair from over your shoulder.

Namjoon watches you, undeniable admiration written across his face. He opens his mouth to speak, but his phone beeps, cutting him off.

“Ah. I need to get ready. I have a meeting in half an hour.” He said, glancing down at the screen.

You turned back at him, a little pout on your lips, “Right, of course.”

He sighs, giving you an apologetic smile. “I’ll wrap it up as quickly as I can, then we can maybe go enjoy the city a bit.”

You nodded, but gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry love. I need to check in with the Dean of medicine either way. So, I’ll be stuck in a zoom meeting for the next few hours too.” You check your watch “And then the conference starts, and I want to make sure I snatch a goodie bag” you grin up at him, making him chuckle as he picks out his clothes from his suitcase.

“My little busy bee,” he winks your way before walking to the bathroom.

You smile at the affectionate nickname, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. As he closed the door, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, preparing for your own meetings. You settled at the small desk in the room, pulling out your laptop and opening all the necessary documents, ready to dive into work.

Namjoon walks out a few minutes later, wearing a tailored suit that made him look like he stepped right out of a billboard. The sharp lines accentuated his frame, and the soft fabric seemed to highlight the subtle tan he was sporting, giving him a warm, inviting glow.

“Oh wow,” you say, momentarily speechless as you took him in, “You look incredible.”

He grinned, a hint of shyness creeping into his demeanour. “Thanks! Just wanted to make a good impression.”

“You definitely will,” you completely forgot about your work, staring at him unabashed. He adjusted his collar, and you noticed the way he carried himself with confidence, ready to take on the day. “Make sure no one falls in love with you.”

He laughs, a light blush creeping across his cheeks. “I can’t make any promises. But I’ll make sure to mention that I’m reserved.”

“Good!” you said, feeling a playful spark in the air. “You’d better.”

“Okay, I’ll be out for a while. Text me if you need anything.” he said, moving toward the door.

“Good luck with your meeting!” you called after him, watching as he stepped out, the door closing softly behind him

You took a deep breath, letting the moment linger, before forcing yourself to dive back into your task. You made sure to schedule and plan everything in advance so you could take this time off. You checked and double checked every detail, ensuring there were no loose ends.

You went through your notes, confirming appointments and reviewing the materials.

Yet, when the Dean logged on, everything seemed to fall apart. “I’m sorry, but there’s been a logistics misunderstanding.” He said, his voice tinged with frustration. “The materials you sent over didn’t reach the hospital committee in time, and now we’re facing delays for the budgeting conference too.”

Your heart sank as you listened, a wave of anxiety washing over you. “What does that mean for my presentation?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“The committee is postponing the schedule. And now we’ll have to resubmit everything. Your slot might be pushed back or even cancelled.” He explained, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe the situation either. “That means that the budget meeting also gets postponed, and you know just how these jackals like to cut the budget when we delay by even a day.”

You felt your stomach drop. All the careful planning and scheduling, and now the opportunity was slipping through your fingers. “But I’ve prepared so much for this,” you protest your voice cracking softly.

“I understand.” He replied, his tone monotone. “We’ll do our best to rectify this. But it may take some time. I’ll keep you updated.” The dean rubbed his temples, clearly irritated.

As the meeting wrapped up, you closed your laptop with a heavy heart. You lean back in your chair, frustration boiling beneath the surface. But you pushed on, reminding yourself that you were in Singapore, and there were still opportunities ahead.

Future-you will simply have to pick up the pace when you return to the office.

When you glance at the clock again, panic sets in- you were running late for the conference. There wasn’t time to change into your planned outfit, so you quickly refreshed yourself, tossing your hair up in a ponytail and opting for a comfortable yet presentable look. You grabbed your bag and dashed out the door, determined not to let anything else derail your plans.

As you hurried down the stairs, the bustling streets greeted you with their vibrant energy. You hailed a taxi, but of course, the traffic seemed to intensify just when you were in a rush. Cars barely crawled along, and your heart raced as you checked the time repeatedly, feeling the minutes slip away.

“Come on,” you muttered to yourself, willing the driver to find an alternative route. The sight of the city blurred past you, but your focus remained fixed on the conference.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the conference venue. You paid the driver and hurried out, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. The grand entrance loomed before you, and as you stepped inside, the bustling atmosphere enveloped you.

You could see attendees mingling. Doctors, residents and nurses walking around, exchanging ideas and business cards, and you felt a surge of determination. You might have faced a few setbacks, but you were here now, and you intended on making the most of it.

But when you arrived at your scheduled room, your heart sank. The meeting was more than halfway done, and the remainder of the presentation making very little sense to you, seeing as you completely missed the beginning. You tried to catch snippets of information, but it all felt disjointed, and the speakers were already moving on to complex concepts you struggled to grasp.

Frustration bubbled up again as you glanced around the room, hoping to find a familiar face or at least some insight into what you had missed.

Then you remembered the goodie bags you had heard about—swag filled with useful materials and promotional items. You felt a twinge of disappointment as you approached the table at the back, only to find it empty.

“Sorry, we ran out,” the staff member said apologetically.

Great. Just great.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to focus on the remaining presentations, even if they felt like a blur. You tried to jot down key points, hoping to salvage something useful from the experience. But then you saw him walk on stage.

“Hello everybody, I am Doctor Seong-Min and I’m here today to talk to you about-”

But nothing registers. The sight of your ex triggers a wave of emotions you thought you buried long ago. The memory of the betrayal and heartbreak flood back, eclipsing everything else around you.

You struggled to concentrate as he spoke, his voice smooth and confident, like always, captivating the audience. But all you could think about was the bitterness you felt when you found out about his wife, the lies he told, and the way he casually moved on with his life while you were left picking up the pieces.

Frustration bubbled up inside you, mingling with the hurt that never fully faded. You worked so hard to move on. To establish yourself in your career, only to find yourself face-to-face with the man who caused you so much pain.

And then you caught sight of her- the beautiful trophy wife, her belly big and round as she looked up at her husband with uttermost admiration. The image twisted like a knife in your gut, and you felt like you might puke right there.

You glanced around the room, searching for a distraction, but nothing could pull your focus from the scene unfolding in front of you. You could hear Doctor Seong-Min speaking about his research, but the words felt distant, muffled by the pounding in your chest.

The applause that followed his presentation felt like a weight pressing down on you, suffocating and heavy. You fought to keep your composure, knowing you had to push through this moment. You wouldn’t let him have that power over you anymore.

But then the dick has the audacity to walk over to you, disgusting smirk on his lips as he approached with his wife.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said, feigning surprise. The arrogance in his voice made your skin crawl. His wife stood beside him, radiant and blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the air. You felt your stomach flip as they neared.

“Hello,” you managed, forcing a smile that felt like it might crack your face.

Seong-Min leaned in slightly, the confidence radiating off him. “Enjoying the conference? We’ve been hard at work on this project,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the crowd.

You glanced at his wife, who was looking up at him with adoration, completely oblivious to the tension. “I’m sure it’s great,” you replied coolly, your heart racing.

“Still in the medical field, I see?” he asked, a condescending edge to his voice.

You could feel your frustration boiling beneath the surface, old wounds reopening. “Yes, and making strides.” you said, your tone sharper than intended.

His wife shifted slightly, glancing between you and her husband, confusion written on her face as she gently stroked her bump. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, extending a hand. You shook it, forcing politeness.

“Likewise.” you managed, though the word tasted bitter on your tongue.

Seong-Min flashed that infuriating smirk again. “We should catch up sometimes.” he said, as if you shared some fond memories rather than a history of betrayal. Like the poor woman he cheated on wasn’t standing right there.

“Not interested.” you replied, a bit too quickly.

“Well, enjoy the rest of the conference.” he said, his tone dismissive as he turned away with his wife, who seemed oblivious to the tension.

You felt like the last of your resolve melted away.

It wasn’t fair.

Why does he get to have what you want? Why does he get to enjoy a loving relationship and a baby while you struggle with heartbreak and disappointment? The unfairness stung like a sharp wound, twisting in your chest.

You watched them walk away, his arm wrapped around her waist, the image of happiness that felt like a cruel joke. It brought back memories of the plans that you once had, the dreams you built, all shattered when you found that wedding band hidden in his desk.

You clenched your fists, grounding yourself in the present. This wasn’t who you were anymore; you moved on.

Or, at least, you thought you had.

Nothing from the conference sticks to you afterwards. A big dark cloud overshadowing the rest of the day, until you reach the hotel room.

You weren’t one to give into your emotions, but now, you needed something, anything to distract you from the building rage and emotion that stirred in your chest. You grabbed one of the bottles of Hennessy from the bar and poured yourself a generous glass. The rich amber liquid shimmering in the light, and you hoped it would help dull the ache in your chest. You took a sip, the warmth spreading through you, and you leaned against the cool counter.

As you stood there, you couldn’t shake the frustration that lived beneath the surface of your composed image. You hated feeling like this- caught between anger and sadness. You took another sip, letting the burn wash away any remnants of your earlier encounter.

Slowly, you let yourself slide to the floor, the tears you fought against all day finally breaking free, cascading down your cheeks in hot, unrestrained waves. You felt like a child again, overwhelmed by emotions that were too big to contain. The frustration, the hurt, the unfairness, the longing, all spilled out in chocked sobs.

Each little cry pulled at the heaviness that settled over your chest. You wrapped your arms around your knees, finding solace in the smallness of your position, trying to make sense of everything that unfolded these past few weeks.

Just then, you heard Namjoon’s footsteps approaching. His concern was palpable as he knelt beside you, his presence grounding as he pulled you in his arms. “Hey, hey,” he said softly, his voice laced with warmth that made it harder to hold back your tears.

You turned your gaze away, the world around you blurring through your tears. He didn’t push you to explain, he simply sat there with you, offering you the safe space you needed to be vulnerable.

Slowly, the intensity if your emotions began to ease. You leaned your head against his shoulder, grateful and a bit frustrated that he was there. Grateful for his unwavering presence, frustrated with yourself for letting your feelings spill over.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you admitted quietly.

Namjoon wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling,” he reassured, his voice steady and soothing.

“It’s not fair.” you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “Why does he get to have everything I wanted? It’s not fair.”

Namjoon quickly understood what you were talking about, tightening his grip around you. “I know it hurts. It’s fucked up to see someone who hurt you move on so easily while you’re left grappling with everything.”

“His wife is pregnant, Namjoon!” you start crying again, the weight of the reality crashing down on you. “It just feels like I’m stuck, and he’s living this perfect life.”

He tiled your chin gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re not stuck. You’re on your own path, and it’s okay to take the time you need to heal. You deserve happiness too.”

The sincerity in his eyes made your heart swell, your bottom lip quivering as your throat tightened once more. You wanted to believe him, but the twinge of comparison felt so heavy. “It just hurts so much. I thought I was over this”

Namjoon shook his head, brushing a stray tear with his thumb. “Healing isn’t linear. It’s okay to have a few setbacks. I’m right here for you.”

The warmth of his presence began to ease the ache in your chest. You took a deep breath, grounding yourself in the moment. “Thank you,” you whispered, the sincerity of your gratitude palpable.

“Always,” he replied softly, holding you tighter. “Now come on, let me take care of you tonight.”

You sniffle, whipping your nose with the back of your hand. “You don’t need to do that.”

“I know, but I want to. Just let me help,” he said, his tone firm yet gentle.

You hesitated, but the sincerity in his eyes made it hard to resist. “Okay.” you finally agreed, feeling relief and vulnerability wash over you.

“Good,” he smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Let’s order some food, and we can watch a movie, something to make you laugh while I draw you a bath.” He helps you up, a small smile managing to form on your lips when you let yourself lean into his warmth.

“Sounds perfect.”

As he set up the movie, you felt the burden on your shoulders start to lift. There was something comforting about seeing him move around the room with such confidence. He ordered room service, even adding a bottle of wine to the mix, which you gladly shared with him over dinner.

Once the bath was ready, he returned to you with a warm smile. “Everything’s ready.”

You look up at him, a tiny smile playing on your lips. “You really don’t have to do all this,” you said, but he just shrugged it off.

“Let me pamper you a little.”

With a laugh, you let him take your hand, “Alright. I accept.”

He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, and you give a small gasp of surprise. “What are you doing?” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Carrying you to the bath. It’s part of the pampering,” he said, his tone playful.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling both giddy and relaxed as he walked you to the bathroom. The soft glow of candles flickered around the tub, the warm water inviting you in.

“Okay, okay, you can put me down now.” you said, and he gently lowered you to your feet, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment longer.

He stepped back, watching you with a soft smile as you took in the scene. “Enjoy, and I’ll be right here.” he promised, before stepping out to give you some privacy.

As you sank into the warm water, the soothing heat enveloped you, dissolving any lingering stress from earlier. You closed your eyes, letting the warmth seep into your muscles, feeling the tightness begin to fade. After a while, you hear the door open.

“Can I come in?”

You chuckle at the absurdity of his question, “Yes,” you smile when you see him peeking his head around the door.

“How’s the bath?” he asked, his voice light and teasing.

“Perfect,” you smile at him “You should join me.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the suggestion. “Tempting, but I think I’ll stick to being your attendant for now.”

You laugh, splashing a little water in his direction. “You’re missing out.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive.” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “But I did bring you your wine glass. I figured you might want something to enjoy while you soak.” He said, setting it down on the edge of the tub.

“That’s perfect, thank you!” You reach for the glass, taking a long sip, savouring the flavours as they wash over your tongue.

Namjoon sat on the edge of the tub, his expression turning earnest “You know, I’m really glad we’re here together,” he said, watching you. “You deserve this time to unwind.”

You meet his gaze, feeling a warmth spread in your chest, “I didn’t think I needed it until today.” You admitted. “But this is really nice. Thank you.”

“I’m just glad I could be here for you. You’ve been carrying so much,” his look is so soft as he watches you “It’s okay to take a break.”

You took another sip of wine, letting the warmth of his words settle in your belly.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry we couldn’t go out.” You place your hand on his thigh, apologizing as you look up to meet his eyes.

“It’s really no problem.” He leans closer, his voice lowering “Just let me know if you need anything else.”

With a smile, you take another sip of your glass, feeing a sense of comfort envelop you, “For now, this is perfect. Just being here with you.”

You both settled into a comfortable silence, the warm water wrapping around you and melting away the tension in your muscles. However, after some time, the water began to cool. You took one last sip of your wine, savouring it, before setting the glass down on the edge of the tub.

“Joon,” you said, glancing over at him, “I think I’m ready to get out now.”

“Need help?” he asked, his tone shifting to one of concern.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I think I can manage, but could you hand me a towel?”

“Sure thing.” He stood up, grabbing a fluffy towel from the rack and handing it to you. “Here you go.”

You took the towel, feeling its softness against your skin. As you carefully stood up, the cool air brushed over you, sending a little shiver down your spine. You wrapped the towel around yourself, feeling a mix of warmth and comfort.

“Thanks, love.” You said, stepping out of the tub and onto the plush rug.

He watched you with a soft smile, “Any time, baby.” He carefully reaches out for you, pulling you into his arms, and you melt into him, the warmth of his embrace wrapping around you like a blanket.

You move your hands down his back, pulling back to meet his gaze, a smile creeping on your face. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now, let’s make the rest of the evening just as cozy.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he easily scooped you up, and carried you to the bed with effortless grace. You laughed in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he settles you down on the pillows.

“See? Cozy already.” He said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You giggle, pulling him closer until your lips slot together, his tongue quickly working your mouth open, tasting the lingering sweetness from the wine on your lips.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over your skin as you tangle your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and as you wrapped your legs around him, you sensed his heart racing in perfect harmony with yours. He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake, his hands exploring your body with gentle reverence.

With each touch, every lingering kiss against your skin, you feel yourself growing more aroused, your breath hitching in your throat as the heat between you quickly intensified.

You tugged at his shirt, fumbling to unbutton it, but Namjoon stopped you, instead gathering your hands in his and pinning them above your head.

“Take it easy,” He whispered against your jaw, kissing it softly, “We have all the time in the world.” His lips met yours again, and you could feel his harness press against you, as if testing you. You arched your back, pressing your body closer to his but he held you pinned to the bed until you huffed and gave up, pleading him with your eyes.

“Keep your hands there for me.”

Only when he saw you obey did Namjoon’s hands begin to roam your body again, pulling away your towel and throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. He traced the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips and the swell of your breasts. His fingers dancing along your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake and eliciting soft gasps from your lips.

You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving it a gentle bite, while squeezing your other breast with his hand, your peaked nipple hard against his palm. The sensation made you jolt, and you heard him chuckle against your skin, urging you to push further into his touch.

As his mouth worshipped your breasts, his hand slid between your legs, fingers finding you slick with desire. Instinctively, your hips bucked against his hand, a rush of need flooding your senses as he explored your wetness slowly.

“That’s my good girl.” He murmured, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he trailed a finger along your folds. You shivered at the sensation, gasping as he flicked your clit.

“Namjoon…”

Without warning, he slipped a finger inside, then another, curling them in a way that made your stomach flutter with delight. He applied just the right amount of pressure, his fingers pumping in and out of you in a maddening rhythm that had you squirming with pleasure.

Once again, his is mouth found your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his tongue swirled around the hard peak. You moan, your fingers clenching the sheets as he continued to explore your body with languid ease.

Suddenly, he struck that sweet spot that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. A long, drawn-out moan escaped your lips, a clear sign that he had found the place that sends waves of ecstasy coursing through you.

“Ah, there it is,” Namjoon said with a satisfied smirk, his gaze fixed on you as you writhe beneath him, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers hit that spot again, each stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through you, building you higher and higher until you feel like you're teetering on the edge.

Your release hovers just out of reach, intensifying with every pulse of his hand, each scissor of his fingers within you. He maintains a steady rhythm, each move precise, the slick sound mingling with your soft, breathless pleas.

When his thumb circles your clit, the final surge tips you over the edge. Your body arches, surrendering fully as ecstasy crashes over you in waves, leaving you weak and trembling.

Namjoon holds you close as he moves up, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “That’s it baby, cum on my fingers.” His hand slows, coaxing every last tremor from you until, with a soft gasp, you weakly push him away, spent and breathless in his embrace.

A soft moan leaves your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you watch him draw his fingers from you and bring them to his mouth. His gaze holds yours, intense and unwavering as he slips his fingers past his lips, his tongue cleaning them completely, savouring the taste of you with a hum of satisfaction. The sight alone sends a fresh shiver down your spine, every nerve still tingling.

He was still fully dressed, looking so fucking handsome in his suit sans the overcoat. And there you were, flushed, completely bare and fucked out just from his fingers.

But then he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss, his mouth then trailing down your neck and collarbones, leaving a new path of warmth across your skin. He moves lower, pressing kisses along your chest until he settles on his knees besides the bed, looking up at you with an intensity that steals your breath away.

That image of him, gaze smouldering and devoted, is one that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

With a gentle pull, he drags you closer to the edge of the bed, your core exposed to him. His hands glide up your legs, spreading them further apart as he goes, his eyes locked on yours as he leans forward, his beath hot against your skin.

You quickly sit up on your elbows, a hand reaching out as you speak, “You don’t have to.”

“Will you just relax woman?” Namjoon chuckles, gently pressing down on your belly in order to make you lie back down. “I want to.”

Before you could respond, he leans in, nipping at your thigh with a mischievous grin, then quickly soothes the bite with a warm flick of his tongue. The mix of pleasure and unexpected sweetness has you melting back into the mattress.

“You just enjoy.” he murmured, his fingers gently parting you folds “And let me take care of you.”

He looks up at you one more time, his eyes dark with desire and need. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to your clit, his lips soft and warm as they press against your sensitive skin. You let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasure shoot straight to your core, amplifying the lingering shockwave of your last climax, making every touch feel unbearably intense. His lips and tongue dance against your folds, gently parting you with his fingers as he drags a slow, thick line from your entrance to your clit.

“Namjoon, please.” You cry, your voice breathless, not even sure what you’re asking for. But he knows exactly what you need.

He responds with a gentle, rhythmic suction, mixed with teasing nips that made you gasp, his tongue darting in and out of your folds, exploring until you’re dizzy with pleasure. You can feel your body tensing up again, and when you make a move to close your legs, his arms hook around your thighs, keeping you spread and vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

Namjoon plunges his tongue deep inside you, his lips sealing around your entrance as he drinks you in, savouring every drop. He laps at your wetness, drawing you into further his mouth, his movements slow and indulgent, as through he wants to taste every single part of you.

The pleasure is too intense, it’s overwhelming, leaving you helpless as you mewl, thrash around and buck against his mouth. Your orgasm building deep within. But he doesn’t let up; if anything, his efforts double, his mouth and tongue moving with relentless intent, devouring you completely. Your hands tangle in his hair, your earlier protests forgotten as you lose yourself in the sensations he’s pulling from you.

“God, Namjoon, baby, you feel so good,” you breathe, your mind barely processing the confessions that tumble from your lips. “God, your mouth is divine, baby.”

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You feel him moan and groan against your core and your orgasm crashes through you. You cry out his name, feeling every single nerve in your body ignite in surges of bliss. His arms stay wrapped firmly around you, holding you steady as he shows no signs of stopping his abuse of your poor sensitive clit, drinking your release, drawing out every last tremor as you tremble, weak and utterly spent in his arms.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes are glazed over with pleasure, his chin glistening with the evidence of your climax. You bite back a moan as he runs his tongue over his lips, savouring every last drop.

“You’re like heaven baby,” he murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep, consuming kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips, the blend of sensation only heightening your arousal further as his tongue moves against yours.

“Joonie, just fuck me.” You mumble in between kisses, your voice edged with desperation, aching for him to fill you up and ease the ache that he had been building inside of you. But he remains maddeningly patient, his hands moving casually over your skin, teasing and touching every inch of skin as though committing each detail to memory.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally breaks away and stands, leaving you longing for his warmth. His eyes never leave yours as he starts to undress, each movement slow and deliberate, drawing out the anticipation. His fingers work through each button of his shirt with practiced ease, revealing his skin inch by inch, his expression heavy with intent. When his shirt slides off, your eyes trace over the lean muscles of his chest and the sculpted lines of his torso, drinking in the sight of him.

You urgently motion for him to continue, but he only smirks, clearly savouring your impatience. You huff in frustration and sink back onto the mattress. Despite the growing ache within you, you’re utterly mesmerized by the way he moves, completely caught up in every motion as he lets your anticipation build with each lingering moment, before he finally reaches for his belt.

With a quiet clink, he unfastens it, his eyes watching your reaction as he lets it slide free with maddening slowness. Your breath catches, heart pounding as he unzips his pants, pushing them down just enough to reveal the hard lines of his hips. He steps out of his clothing, completely bare now, standing before you with an air of confident vulnerability that leaves you spellbound.

For a moment, he pauses, letting you drink in every detail —the muscles of his chest, the strength in his frame, his ridable thighs and his hard cock pressed against his stomach, the tip glistening with precum.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The challenge in his tone ignites a thrill within you, and you nod, your mouth suddenly dry with desire.

Slowly, he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours and he climbs on top of you, his body warm and solid as he positions himself between your legs.

“I can be on top.” You declare, suddenly finding your voice, grabbing his shoulders and trying to pull him down. But once again, Namjoon stops you.

“I’ve got this, you relax.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he eases you from your tensed position, allowing him to mould you as he pleases. His hands find your ass, squeezing it tightly as he positions you exactly how he wants.

A broken moan escapes your lips as he presses his erection against your aching pussy, the head of his cock catching against your clit, collecting your wetness. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer still, craving the connection between you.

Slowly, he enters you, filling you up in a way that takes your breath away. “Ah baby, so tight for me.” He moans against your neck, his voice thick with desire as he stretches you, despite all the foreplay. Namjoon pauses once he’s fully inside, relishing in the sensation until you begin to claw at his skin, urging him to move.

“God Namjoon, please, move. Please.” You beg, desperation flooding your voice and easing any shame you might have ever felt when it came to begging a man in bed. Yet here you were, the need in your tone was unmistakable, breaking you softly as you urged him to take action. “Please, my love.”

And obediently, Namjoon begins to move, pulling out and thrusting back into you with a steady rhythm. But with each movement, you can sense a subtle adjustment in his hips, as if he's searching for something deeper. You give him a confused look, ready to beg again, when suddenly he hits your g-spot, making you scream in pleasure.

“There we go,” he looks so proud of himself as he locks in, his hips thrusting against yours with expert precision now, in a rhythm that has you spiralling into ecstasy.

Yet, something feels different — like there’s something more here than just another steamy ‘baby-making’ session.

There is no urgency in his movements, no hurried pace. This feels more like lovemaking, like a slow and sensual dance that allows him to explore every inch of you as you surrender yourself completely to him. His lips and hands tease you constantly, leaving trails of electricity pulsing through your body as his hips maintain a steady rhythm. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as he worships you, revelling in the pleasure he gives you with each stroke of his cock.

As the tension builds within you, your breath hitches, and you feel yourself getting closer, his moans against your skin igniting the fire that threatens to consume you whole.

“Namjoon, I’m close.” You barely manage to get the words out, your voice trembling, as tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity building within.

“Come for me, babygirl. Let go,” He whisperers in your ear, “I’ve got you.” And you cry out, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly, your nails dragging down his back as you urge him on.

In response, he thrusts harder, faster, driving you to the brink of pleasure until, with a final push, he sends you over the edge. You scream out as your orgasm washes over you, your body shaking with the force of your release. Namjoon follows soon after, his body tensing, then shuddering as he empties himself inside of you, filling you to the brim. He gives a few final, slow trusts, the wet, slick sounds echoing softly around you.

He collapses on top of you, skin warm and damp, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both savour the lingering warmth of your lovemaking, riding the waves of pleasure as you come down from the high together.

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“What the fuck are you reading?” Yoongi’s eyes are wide with shock as he looks over at Namjoon, who is sitting across from him at the conference table.

“Uhm-” Namjoon glances at the cover of the book, quickly realizing his mistake “What to expect when you’re expecting” he mumbles, his face turning a deep shade of red.

“Should I even ask?”

“It would be easier for the both of us if you don’t.” Namjoon replies, avoiding eye contact, his embarrassment palpable.

Yoongi smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Now I’m definitely curious. Are congratulations in order?”

Namjoon lets out a groan, rubbing the back of his neck “It’s not what you think.”

Yoongi chuckles, clearly enjoying Namjoon’s discomfort. “Oh really? So, you’re just doing some light reading on pregnancy for fun?”

“More like… research,” Namjoon stammers, his cheeks still flushed. “For a friend. Just a friend.”

“Right,” Yoongi replies, leaning in with a teasing glint in his eye. “So, I get it that this weird plan of yours worked?”

“She’s not expecting yet,” Namjoon insists, a bit too defensively, before confusion strikes him. “At least, I think. I tend to get lost when it comes to the logistics.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He lets the silence stretch, watching as Namjoon grows increasingly uncomfortable. Despite knowing he should stop talking, there’s something about Yoongi’s gaze that makes him continue.

“It’s complicated, okay? She has everything figured out, and I thought I should probably read up on it instead of sounding completely clueless.”

“Sounds like you’re in deeper than you think.” Yoongi laughs, his smirk widening. “Next thing you know, you’ll be attending prenatal classes with her.”

“Not a chance!” Namjoon shoots back, his tone half-serious and half-joking. “I just wanted to be a good friend. I didn’t sign up for this!”

Yoongi leans back, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the banter. “Come on, admit it. You’re secretly excited about it.”

“Maybe I am!” Namjoon bursts out, then quickly lowers his voice, glancing around the conference room as if expecting someone to overhear. “But it’s not about me. It’s about her.”

“Didn’t she say she wants to be a single parent?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow.

Namjoon nods, his expression turning serious for a moment.

“I’m not going to interfere.” Namjoon says, shoving the book at the bottom of his backpack. “I just want to help.”

“You really like ‘helping’ her.” The teasing edge in Yoongi’s voice makes it clear this won’t end well for Namjoon, yet he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.

“Don’t phrase it like that.” Namjoon’s face turns an even deeper shade of red.

Yoongi chuckles, clearly enjoying the moment “Come on, it’s just us here. You can admit it. You’re totally invested.”

Namjoon shakes his head, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. “I’m just trying to be supportive, okay? She’s going through a lot, and I need to be there for her.”

“Supportive or not, sounds like there are more emotions involved than the ‘plan’ initially asked for.”

Namjoon groans, burying his face in his hands. “Can we please drop this?”

“Relax, your secret’s safe with me.” Yoongi says, finally easing up a bit. “But you owe me a favour for this.”

“What kind of favour?”

“Just remember who kept your secret, and maybe take me to lunch next week?”

Namjoon shakes his head, chuckling. “Fine, you’ve got yourself a deal. But no more pregnancy talks.”

“Deal.” Yoongi nods, still grinning. “But maybe don’t bring any more of those books to work. It’s not a good look.”

“Good idea.” Namjoon says, leaning back in his chair as the meeting starts to take shape.

As the discussions unfold, Namjoon finds himself glancing at the clock, his mind wandering to thoughts of you and the city exploring he’s been dreaming about. The day drags on with endless presentations and updates, and he can’t shake the desire to escape the conference room.

Finally, as the last agenda item wraps up, he feels a wave of relief wash over him, the long day is finally over. He stands up, stretching his arms above his head and quickly shoots you a text message.

Joonie 🎍🫀: Hey love. I’m done for the day. How about we grab dinner and check out the Gardens by the Bay? We can catch the skyline at night too! Baby-momma 💕: Sounds wonderful! Can’t wait to see the skyline!

Namjoon smiles at your reply, feeling a rush of excitement.

Joonie 🎍🫀: Great. I’ll meet you at the hotel in 20. Wear something red for me 😏 Baby-momma 💕: See you then! 🥰

He quickly gathers his things and heads out, a bounce in his step as he thinks about the evening ahead. The drive is quiet, but his mind races with possibilities. When he arrives at the hotel, he spots you waiting for him by the entrance, looking absolutely radiant in a black dress that perfectly accentuates your waist. The square neckline draws his gaze to the little mark he left just above your chest, making him smile wider.

“Hey there,” he says, a smile breaking across his face as he approaches, “You look amazing, even if it’s not red.”

You twirl playfully, your dress flowing around you. “I hope this is good enough.” you beam, your smile quickly turning into a teasing one as you take his hand and guide it to the strap of your dress. You lift it just enough to reveal a glimpse of red lace underneath. “The red is for later.”

Namjoon’s breath catches, his eyes widening with surprise and delight. “Well, now I’m even more excited for tonight.” he replies, eyes still glued to your chest.

You pull him closer, the energy between you sparking with anticipation. “Lead the way, baby.” you say, your voice playful and oh-so inviting.

He chuckles, feeling a rush of confidence as he guides you towards the exit. “I hope you’re ready for an adventure.” He teases, glancing down at your hand still intertwined with his.

The evening air is warm as you step outside, the city lights beginning to flickering to life around you.

You stop for dinner at the most charming little noodle shop, a hidden gem that Namjoon found online. And just like the reviews promised, the food was incredible.

After dinner, you head to the Gardens by the Bay, where the towering structures are beautifully illuminated against the night sky. As you stroll through the gardens, the sweet scent of flowers fills the air, and the sounds of the city fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little world.

Namjoon leads you to a quiet spot overlooking the skyline. The city sprawls out before you, all the light shimmering like stars in the night sky.

“Wow.” you whisper, taking in the breathtaking view.

Namjoon leans closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. “It’s like a painting, isn’t it?” his arms wrap protectively around your waist, holding you close to his chest.

You nod, leaning into him, feeling safe and content as you stand together, soaking in the beauty of the moment. The skyline reflects in your eyes, but it’s the way he holds you close that makes everything feel so much more vibrant.

After a while, you feel his lips brush against your neck, softly kissing his way up to your ear. “Want to head back? I think I could use dessert after this.” He murmurs.

You giggle, nodding slowly and leaning into his touch. “Sounds good. I saw this little pastry shop near the hotel.”

“Not quite what I was suggesting.” he smirks against your skin and you feel a flush rising in your cheeks.

“Oh…” you reply, biting your lip to stifle a grin. “What did you have in mind?”

“Didn’t I tell you? You taste like heaven.”

Your heart races at his words, and you can’t help but smile back at him. “That sounds tempting.”

“Good.” He kisses your neck once more, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze as you begin to walk back towards the hotel.

As you stroll, the city lights twinkle above, creating a magical backdrop. The conversation flows effortlessly, laughter punctuating your words. Every shared glance feels charged with anticipation, heightening your senses and making the moment feel even more special.

When you finally reach the hotel, Namjoon keeps his word. Fucking you good and hard into the mattress, over the couch and pressed up against the window, overlooking the city as you come completely undone around his cock.

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“Okay, since when does making a baby require you travel to Singapore?” Sumi looks at you, utterly bewildered.

The little coffee shop was cozy, its warm, pink ambiance wrapping around you like a comforting hug, chasing away the chill of a long workday. Aera suggested the place, and now, the three of you are huddled together at a small table, indulging in some much-needed girl talk.

You stare at the picturesque slice of sponge cake on your plate, next to the steaming cup of coffee you’ve been craving all day.

“I was sad, and he just did a nice thing for me.” you mumble between spoonfuls of cake.

“Wow. When I’m sad Jungkook just tells me to cheer up!” Aera replies, her eyes wide with disbelief, mirroring Sumi’s expression.

You chuckle a little, completely absorbed by the dessert.

“Seriously! How is that even fair?” Sumi adds, shaking her head. “You’ve got yourself a good one over there.”

You chuckle, feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth at their reactions. “It wasn’t like that. We just had a moment, you know?”

“Sure, a moment that requires international travel?” Aera teases, nudging you playfully.

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling “It’s not like that! He just helped me unwind.”

Sumi laughs, shaking her head. “This is a whole different kind of ‘helping’ you’ve got going on.”

You take a sip from your coffee, feeling flustered under their relentless stares. “Can we just enjoy our cakes without analyzing my life choices?”

“Never! This is so much better than cake!” Aera declares dramatically, making you all laugh. “Spill the tea, babe.”

“I would, but there’s no tea to spill.”

“You’re a lying liar.” Sumi smirks, “I think I speak for everyone at the table when I say, Namjoon was basically undressing you with his eyes the last time we were at Seokjin’s.”

You feel your cheeks heat up remembering that night- how intense his gaze felt, the way he pulled you into the spare bedroom and kissed you until you were breathless, leaving you both flustered and frustrated.

“What? No! He wasn’t.” you protest, though your voice lacks any conviction.

Aera leans in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, come on! You can’t tell me you didn’t feel that chemistry!”

You did feel it- The same way you felt him all the way back to your apartment.

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to deflect, “He was just being friendly!”

“Friendly? Please!” Sumi rolls her eyes. “He’s totally smitten.”

“I really don’t see it.” You confess, taking a cautious sip of your coffee to buy some time.

Aera raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, “Really? You think he spends that much time with you just because he’s being nice?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve always been close.” you reply, trying to sound more convincing that you feel. “It’s not like he’s making any moves.”

“My dude! You’ve been sleeping together for what? Three months? How is that not a move?” Sumi argues, quickly realizing her slip up.

“You’ve been what?!” Aera’s eyes blow wide, her mouth dropping open in shock.

Your face burns as you scramble for words. “Wait, wait, wait! It’s not like that!” you stammer, panic rising in your chest. “We’re not— I mean, we are. But it’s complicated!”

Sumi smirks, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

“Oh, it sounds pretty straightforward to me! You’ve been sharing a bed for months and you didn’t think to tell me?” Aera’s expression shifts through a whirlwind of emotions.

“It’s not something I just bring up!” you protest, trying to collect your thoughts. “He’s just helping me get pregnant. We’ve been navigating this… situation, and it just didn’t feel right to tell anyone.”

“I know because I came up with the idea!” Sumi beams, overly proud of herself.

Aera leans in closer, her curiosity piqued. “So, you really are sleeping with him? Like, romantically?”

“Only recently!” you admit, your heart racing. “And it’s still really new and confusing.”

“Confusing or not, this sounds like a plot twist waiting to happen.” Sumi laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Aera’s eyes widen even further, and Sumi bursts into laughter. “Girl, you’re in deeper than you realize!”

“Can you keep your voice down?” you say, glancing around the cozy shop to make sure no one’s listening. “It’s not that simple!”

“But it sounds like it is!” Aera is shocked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “So, what’s it like? I mean, are you two a thing now?”

You fidget with your cup. “No. Nothing like that. He’s just helping me get pregnant.”

Sumi raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Really? You think he’d go to all this trouble if he didn’t have feelings for you?”

You shake your head, trying to push the thought away. “I mean, he’s just being nice. He wants to help me, that’s all.”

Aera leans in closer, her curiosity growing. “But you like him, right? I mean, there has to be something more than just… helping.”

You feel your cheeks warm. “Of course I like him! But that doesn’t mean he feels the same way.”

“You need to tell him!” Aera urges, her excitement bubbling over. “You can’t just keep pretending it’s all casual.”

At that, you feel the bubble burst and reality crashes in. The consequences of your actions suddenly feel all too real.

How could you even bring it up with him?

Relationships always have a way of complicating things. Even if by some miracle, you two become a couple, it could easily spiral out of control. The thought of him potentially leaving your life is a risk you can’t bear.

After all, if this is a number’s game, 50% of marriages end in divorce. And the odds are far worse for dating.

“No. I’m fine as is.” you glance down at your coffee, stirring it absentmindedly. “This is just about the baby and nothing more.”

Sumi furrows her brow, unconvinced. “But what if it’s more for him? You could miss out on something special.”

“It’s safer this way.” You insist, though doubt creeps in your voice “I don’t want to complicate things.”

“Complications are already there.” Aera points out gently, “You’re both invested. Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

You take a deep breath, the weight of their words settling heavily on your chest. “I want the baby. That’s my only focus right now.”

Sumi’s expression softens. “But what if you could have both? A baby and a relationship? Isn’t that worth exploring?”

The idea lingers, tempting yet terrifying. You want to believe that could happen, but the fear of risking everything holds you back. “I don’t want to lose what we have.”

Sumi leans in, her voice gentle but firm. “But what if there’s more to gain than just what you might lose? You both care about each other—why not see where that can take you?”

You chew your lip, caught between the fear of the unknown and the hope for something deeper. “I don’t want to push him away. If I tell him how I really feel, what if he doesn’t feel the same? It could ruin everything.”

Aera nods, understanding but not letting you off the hook. “But keeping it bottled up could ruin things too. You’re both navigating this together, right? Just talk to him.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like I planned any of this!” you sigh, frustration creeping in. “I just wanted a baby. This was supposed to be a straightforward arrangement!”

“And sometimes the best things come from the unexpected,” Sumi counters, using her favourite line. “Look at how much you’ve already shared. Maybe it’s time to be honest about your feelings?”

You sit back in your chair, the weight of their words sinking in. What if this really could be something more? But then the fear rushes back in—what if it all falls apart?

“No. We have this arrangement, and it works.” You state firmly. “That’s where this conversation ends.”

Aera opens her mouth to respond, but Sumi places a calming hand on her arm. “Okay, we’ll drop it. We just want what’s best for you.” she says gently, her eyes still filled with concern.

“Yeah, I get it.” you reply, appreciating their support even as you feel the tension in the air. “I really do. But right now, I need to focus on the baby and what that means for me.”

Aera leans back, her expression softening. “Just promise us you’ll think about it. You deserve to be happy too, you know.”

“The plan makes me happy. Namjoon just isn’t part of it.”

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The two lines stare innocently at you. The test waits patiently for you on your desk, and each time you walk by a new flutter of emotions washes over you.

You were pregnant. You had to be- You took five tests. They all came back positive.

You blink again at the small plastic device, feeling the reality of the situation settle in. Five tests, all confirming what you’ve been hoping and working for.

What now?

Sumi 🏥: Welcome to club knocked-up.

The phone buzzes, the message arriving alongside your blood work results. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you read Sumi’s message. Her humour cuts through the tension, and for a moment, you feel like you could float. Club knocked-up. It feels surreal, like stepping into a world you’ve only heard about from others.

You typed back quickly, your fingers dancing over the screen.

Idiot 🌺💫: Thank you, Sumi! Can’t believe this is happening.

The blood work is another confirmation. Your mind races with questions: What was the next step? How will you tell the others?

Sumi🏥: You’ve got this! We need to meet up and celebrate! Idiot 🌺💫: Yes! I’ll add it to my to-do list!! Sumi🏥: 🙄 🙄 🙄 Sumi🏥: I also pencilled in an appointment with Dr. Mi-Ja. Best Dr I know. (Even if she’s a stuck-up bitch at the watercooler). Idiot 🌺💫: Thank you. Love you 💕 Sumi🏥: Right. Sure. Just tell me if u want me to add Namjoon as a guest or nah. Idiot 🌺💫: Nah.

Three letters and a punctuation mark. That's all it took to tie up your resolve with a pretty bow of logic. He had done enough; you didn’t need to bring him into this any further. From now on, it would be just you.

The appointment comes as a welcomed relief. Dr. Mi-ja exuded kindness and experience, her calming presence putting you at ease. She laid out the next steps and the best options available, cementing that sense of control you’ve been longing for in this new chapter of your life.

The next few weeks rolled on by, the initial shock of the pregnancy transforming into an all-consuming obsession. Your agenda and calendar became constant companions, filled with notes and reminders. You dove headfirst into planning-diaper storage solutions, the perfect formula temperature, baby-proofing the rooms- each detail meticulously organized and perfectly planned.

But, as it turns out, you could factor in morning sickness as a part of the package, but you can’t really plan for it… some days you are perfectly fine, and others, you were completely sidelined, battling nausea while trying to tackle your growing to-do’s.

One minute you’re dreaming about baby names, and the next, you’re sprinting for the bathroom, feeling like your world is spinning.

Ginger tea and saltines became a new staple in your home. A makeshift remedy for the relentless waves of nausea. The mere scent of coffee knotted your stomach, an ironic twist for someone who once had more coffee than blood running through their veins.

But despite the discomfort, you kept life moving forward. Now more grateful than ever that you work in a hospital and have an arsenal of doctors on quick-dial for any inquiries you might meet along the way.

Still, Sumi was your constant support, always checking in and making sure you had everything you needed. Even when you insisted you were just fine, with your head in the toilet. “You can’t fool me.” she’d tease over the phone, her laughter lightening the mood just a smidge.

You only hope you manage to keep the contents of your stomach intact when Namjoon comes over with dinner. It was Sunday, and you hadn’t seen him since you got the results. The thought of facing him stirring a cocktail of nerves and excitement inside you. What would you say? What would he say? Would it be awkward?

As you tidied up your space, the familiar sound of a mommy-to-be audiobook filled the background, almost pulling you out of your deep thoughts. You move on to set the table, choosing instead to focus on the details: napkins folded neatly, an empty vase in the middle-since the smell of flowers made you sick-, plates arranged just-so, and a cushy ambiance created by the setting sun peeking through the sheer curtains.

You didn’t plan the sun. But it added a beautiful touch to the atmosphere, casting a golden hue over everything.

The sound of the key in the lock sends your heart racing. You take a big breath, steeling yourself as Namjoon enters, a big smile on his face and a bag of take-out in his hands.

“Hey! I missed you!” he said, stepping inside and wrapping you in a tight embrace, his lips sweetly meeting yours for a quick kiss.

The warm scent of bulgogi drifted through the air, making your stomach rumble-despite your best efforts to quell the impending nausea.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages,” he murmurs in your hair, making your stomach twist again, only this time with guilt. His warmth surrounds you, but the reality of your situation gnawed at the edges of your mind.

He doesn’t know, so he’s still acting like he has some kind responsibility towards you.

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” you reply, pulling back to look up at him. His smile is genuine, deepening the dimples on his cheeks, only stressing your fluttering nerves further and bringing a fresh wave of discomfort over you.

He holds up the take-out bag with a grin. “I brought Bulgogi and all the fixings. Figured we could have a little feast.”

“Great.” you said, trying to match his enthusiasm, but your voice falls flat. Much like your actions, because you feel more like a robot as you lead him to the table, quickly taking a seat and pouring yourself a tall glass of water.

As Namjoon begins to unpack the food, the rich aroma wafted towards you, and before you could even react, a wave of nausea hits you. You jump up and dash to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

Once inside, you leaned over the toilet, feeling the contents of your stomach spill out. Each heave bringing a mix of frustration and embarrassment. You didn’t even notice the sound of the door creaking open, too caught up in your misery to register it.

“Oh shit,” Namjoon says softly, his voice filled with concern. You feel his hands collect your hair away from your face, gently rubbing your back.

You’re too embarrassed to look at him. But his presence brings you some semblance of comfort. He doesn’t say anything. Just stays there with you, holding your hair back and massaging your back until you’re done.

Once you feel comfortable standing up, he brings you a wet washcloth and a glass of water. You sit on the edge of the bathtub, grateful for the small gestures of care amidst the tension that hangs between you.

A heavy silence settles, broken only by the sound of running water from the sink. You know Namjoon isn't oblivious; he's pieced together the clues—the missed calls, the unread messages—and now the truth hangs in the air like an unspoken accusation.

He doesn’t rush to speak, instead, taking his time to look at you, weighing his next words carefully.

“Congratulations.”

You give a small nod, not quite feeling like celebrating right now.

“How long have you known?” His voice is raw with hurt as he breaks the silence, his eyes searching yours for answers.

You draw in a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “A few weeks now.”

He blinks, the realization settling in. “A few weeks?” His voice is a mix of disbelief and pain. “When did you plan on telling me?”

“I-I don’t know.”

The weight of those words hung thick between you, like a dense fog, blurring the outlines of what was sure to be a life-altering conversation. You could see the cogs turning in Namjoon’s mind, processing the truth that lay before him.

“You plan for everything-” There is a mix of emotions that crosses his face in that split second, somehow, heartache being the most evident of them all “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?”

You look away, unable to hold his gaze any longer. The weight of your decision feels heavier than before, almost like it could crush your chest under the pressure.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” You admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to involve you any more than necessary.”

Namjoon’s laugh is bitter, devoid of any humour, “Is that what you think I am? Just a means to an end? Someone to use and then discard when you no longer have need for me?”

You flinch at the accusation, the pain in his words cutting deeper than you could have ever imagined. “No, that’s not it at all!” You insist, reaching out to touch his arm, but he pulls away from your grasp.

“Then what is it?” He demands. “Because from where I’m standing it looks like you used me. You used my trust, my emotions, and then you tossed me aside like a piece of trash when you got what you wanted.”

You shake your head, tears filling your eyes “Namjoon, we had an agreement.”

“Yes. We also set up rules- rules, mind you- that we willingly broke with the first opportunity that showed up.”

The tension crackles in the air, and you feel your heart race as he takes a step back, putting distance between you. His words sting, but they cut close to the truth. You know he’s right; the lines blurred the moment you started sharing a bed.

You had anticipated every scenario, but this—seeing the hurt in Namjoon’s eyes, the disappointment etched across his face—was something you hadn’t prepared for

“Namjoon, please…” you plead, searching for the right words. “This wasn’t what I intended. I wanted a baby, yes, but I never meant for things to get complicated like this.”

He looks at you, his expression softening just a fraction, but the hurt is still there. You’ve never seen him like this- grasping at his emotions, struggling to keep them contained. He falls silent, looking away from you, and you sense the weight of his disappointment pressing down on you, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“You’re cruel,” he says your name, the pain evident in his voice, as if the word itself is a wound. The rawness of his voice stabs at your heart, each word a reminder of the walls you’ve singlehandedly build between you.

You look away, letting your tears spill, no words fit for the damages you’ve caused.

“What about my feelings? My part in this? Did you ever stop to consider that maybe I’d want to be involved in this kid’s life too? In your life?” Namjoon continues, his voice slightly rising with a mix of frustration and pain. Each word causing you to sob further, and you can’t help but flinch at the reality of what you’ve done.

“I didn’t think-” you begin, but the words catch in your throat.

“Exactly! You don’t think,” he interrupts, his hands balling into fists by his side “You just plan.” He lets out a frustrated breath, “I actually thought you loved me back. God. I’m such an idiot.” He turns away, his back facing you, as if the distance between you somehow lessens the weight of the moment.

The silence stretches, heavy and unbearable, filled only by the sound of your ragged breathing.

“Namjoon, please,” you call out, your voice cracking. “Don’t go.”

He takes a slow, deliberate breath before responding, his voice low and strained. “What else can I do? You’ve already made your choice.”

Your heart aches at the hurt in his expression. “I was scared, Namjoon. Scared of how you’d react, scared of what this all meant.”

“Scared?” He scoffs, the bitterness returning to his voice. “Scared of what? Of being a family? Of letting me in?” He shakes his head, as if he can’t comprehend the distance you’ve created.

“Please,” you whisper, feeling the tears stream down your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to get complicated like this. I wanted to share this with you, I really did.”

He takes a step back, the distance between you growing again. “You wanted a baby, not me,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “And that’s what hurts the most.”

“Namjoon…” you say, your voice breaking.

He turns away, facing the door, the weight of his decision clear in his posture. “I need to go,” he says, his voice heavy with finality.

“Don’t,” you urge, panic rising, “Please, just… let’s talk about this.”

“I can’t.” Namjoon replies, his voice strained. “I can’t do this right now.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You never liked waiting rooms.

There was something about the sterile white walls, the sickly-looking people, the occasional coughing and the wailing baby that made your stomach churn with anxiety.

Normally, you’d use your ‘connections’ to skip the line, asking your colleagues to check you out when they had a moment.

But this time felt different. Surrounded by a sea of pregnant women, each one rounder and fuller than the next, guilt washed over you for even considering it.

So instead, you settled in next to a woman with a crying baby, constantly refreshing your messaging app, hoping Namjoon would respond to your messages.

You: First ultrasound appointment. I’d be glad if you can make it…

And you forwarded the message from the hospital with all the details about the appointment.

The message was flagged as read since you sent it, two weeks ago. But no response came.

The minutes stretched on, each second amplifying your unease. You glanced around the waiting room, feeling like an outsider among the expecting mothers. Their laughter and chatter felt detached from reality, and you couldn’t shake the knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.

You opened the messaging app again, staring at Namjoon’s contact. Maybe if you focused hard enough, those three little typing dots would appear. A follow-up message might coax a reply, but a small voice warned you against it. You didn’t want to seem desperate, even though you felt that way deep down.

Taking a deep breath, you put your phone down and tried to centre yourself. You could hear the soft coos of the woman besides you as she rocked her baby, and you took a moment to admired her calming demeanour. It was such a stark contrast to your own swirling thoughts, that you found a bit of peace in her tranquillity.

After a moment, the woman caught your eye. “Is this your first?”

You nodded, trying to muster a smile as you placed a hand over your still flat stomach “Yeah, I’m a nervous wreck.”

You weren’t quite sure why you felt compelled to open up to this random lady, yet here you were, being more honest with a stranger than you had been with your partner.

She smiled back, her big eyes filled with warmth. “That’s normal. Just take it one step at a time. You’ll be just fine.”

You appreciated her kindness, but at that moment, it did little to ease any of the mounting worries you’ve been collecting since your last conversation with Namjoon. The pain in his eyes was still etched in your memory, surfacing at the most inopportune of times and reminding you of just how easily you could tangle up your own life. Each thought felt like a thread unravelling, pulling you deeper into a sea of uncertainty- about your future, your relationship, your entire damned plan.

You checked the message again, hoping for something-anything- from Namjoon. Still, nothing changed.

Then, faster than you expected, a nurse called out your name. You barely fumbled to collect all your belongings before heading into her office, your heart feeling more like a speck of sand in your chest. Each of your steps felt heavy, a whirlwind of emotions swirling through you harder still.

Dr Mi-ja greeted you with the usual warmth and quickly launched into a series of tests and questions about your well-being— checking vitals, asking about symptoms, energy levels, nausea and anything else that seemed relevant.

“Have you had any cravings or aversions?” she inquired, glancing up from her clipboard.

“Just a strong aversion to hospital waiting rooms,” you joked, forcing a small strained laugh.

She chuckled, her head shaking lightly “That’s a common one. But overall, it seems like you’re doing well. Now, let’s move on to the ultrasound. That’s the exciting part!”

As you followed her to the ultrasound room, a mix of excitement and nervousness boils in you with every step down the hall. This was one of those moments you had dreamed about, meticulously planning every detail for-the outfit you’d wear, how you’d react, all the little other moments that filled your mind.

Yet, as the moment draws near, a wave of sadness washed over you at the thought that Namjoon wasn’t by your side. Even if he hadn��t been part of the plan initially, you had hoped he would be here to share this significant milestone. His absence felt heavy, casting a bittersweet shadow over the excitement. You took a deep breath, trying to focus on the experience ahead, but the longing for his presence lingered in the back of your mind.

“Is the father coming?” Dr Mi-ja asks, sparing a glance in your direction as you enter the ultrasound room. You paused, hesitant to speak the truth out loud.

“I don’t think he can make it,” you finally admit, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

Dr Mi-ja nodded, her expression understanding. “It’s okay if he can’t be here. What matters is that you’re here, and we’ll take very good care of you.”

You appreciated her kindness, but it did little to ease the pang of discouragement as you accepted this new reality.

As you settled on the examination table, Dr Mi-ja prepared the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to need you to unbutton your shirt.” She said gently. You nodded, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before following her instructions. Sitting at the edge of the table, you began unbuttoning your shirt, taking your time as you wrestled with the lingering sadness.

Just then, a loud bang echoed through the room, startling you. Sumi's voice carried through the door, her muffled voice scolding whoever slammed against the door, before the ID swipe beeped, signalling the door had unlocked. In walks a slightly pissed Sumi, closely followed by a very flustered Namjoon.

“Sorry we’re late! Someone wasn’t aware you had to fill out forms at the hospital,” She shot a glare at Namjoon, before addressing you, as if you had somehow contributed to that chaos.

“This is a private meeting.” Dr Mi-ja began, preparing to escort them out. But you stopped her.

“No. This is the father.” As you introduced Namjoon, a new wave of emotions crashes over you. But Namjoon stepped forward confidently, his eyes reflecting relief and apprehension.

“Sorry for the mix-up.” he said, glancing at Sumi, who looked taken aback but quickly masked her surprise with a supportive smile.

Dr Mi-ja softened her stance, clearly sensing the significance of the moment. “Alright then. Let’s proceed without further interruptions, preferably.” She shot a pointed look Sumi, but her demeanour shifted to one of professionalism as she gestured to the both of you to take a seat.

You caught Sumi roll her eyes, muttering a “Bitch” under her breath before she exited the room with a soft click of the door behind her.

As you settle back onto the examination table, your gaze met Namjoon’s. There is no shock or hesitation in his eyes- just a steady presence that made you feel a little more grounded, even as the situation felt heavier with him there. He offered you a reassuring smile, and for the first time in weeks, the clouds that loomed in your brain began to shift, even if just slightly.

“Now, let’s see how your little one is doing,” Dr Mi-ja said, smiling at both of you.

Namjoon’s hand found yours as he leaned closer to the screen, his grip anchoring you before the anticipation and nerves got a chance to settle.

Dr Mi-ja applied the cool gel to your abdomen, the sensation catching you off guard. “Are you ready?” she asked, glancing at you with an encouraging smile.

You nod, your heart racing.

“Alright, let’s take a look,” she said, positioning the wand with careful precision.

As the screen flickered to life, your breath caught in your throat.

There it was—a tiny blob pulsing rhythmically, the heartbeat a steady echo that filled the room. It was surreal, overwhelming, and suddenly everything else outside this tiny moment faded away.

“There’s your baby,” Dr Mi-ja said, her voice warm with enthusiasm. “And that heartbeat is strong.”

You looked over at Namjoon, who was completely absorbed in the image on the screen, his eyes shimmering with wonder.

The doctor continued, tracing the contours of the tiny form. “Everything looks good so far. The heartbeat is strong, and the measurements are right on track. You’re about ten weeks along, correct?”

Your heart swelled with a mix of joy and relief. “Yes, that’s right.”

Namjoon’s fingers tightened around yours, a silent promise as he gazed at the screen, his expression softening even further.

“Everything looks normal,” Dr Mi-ja confirmed. “Your next appointment in a few weeks to monitor progress.”

A sense of reassurance washes over you. “Thank you,” you said, your voice steadying now, as you absorbed the information.

As the ultrasound session wrapped up, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Namjoon while Dr Mi-ja cleaned up and provided her parting advice- encouraging you to reach out with any concerns, telling you about the parenting classes- and the handover of a written confirmation for your next appointment.

You buttoned your shirt back up, catching Namjoon’s thoughtful gaze, his head bowed respectfully, offering you a semblance of privacy, despite having seen every inch of your skin already. In his presence, your heart ached anew.

It was always in these quiet moments that the weight of everything settled more clearly upon your shoulders—times when you couldn’t retreat into your agenda or your planner. In his presence, you were compelled to confront your emotions, even without a single word being exchanged between you.

As you stepped into the hospital parking lot, your uncertainty clung to you like a shadow, whispering doubts in your ear. You knew you needed to speak, to give a voice to the turmoil that twisted in your heart before he disappeared again. You needed to apologize, and even if he couldn’t find it in himself to forgive you, you longed for even a crumb of closure.

But just as you prepared to part ways, Namjoon glanced over at you; his eyes filled with a depth that kept you rooted in your place, making it even harder to find your voice.

“Let’s grab lunch and talk,” he suggested, his voice steady.

And you could only give a shy nod in response.

You never imagined the first meaningful conversation with Namjoon would take place at a sandwich shop near his apartment. The inviting little deli was filled with the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread and savoury fillings. As you settled at a corner table, the weight of the morning’s events unwrapped around you, mingling with the scent of sandwiches and freshly brewed coffee.

Namjoon ordered a turkey club while you opted for a BLT, and a long, uneasy silence settled between you. The hum of conversation around you felt distant, your mind still trying to conjure just what you were about to say to him.

“You look good,” he said, breaking the silence, his eyes warm and sincere as they met yours across the small table. A rush of warmth flooded through you at his compliment, a small comfort amidst the tension.

“Thanks,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, as if you didn’t quite believe him despite the earnestness reflected in his gaze.

And the silence wrapped around you once more.

The sandwiches arrived, yet neither one of you made a move to eat, the plates sitting untouched between you, like a barrier that mirrored the distance you felt.

“I didn’t think you’d come today,” you ventured, daring to meet his gaze, memories of your last conversation flicking through your mind.

“I almost didn’t.” Namjoon admitted. “But I figured you might appreciate some support.” He offered a warm smile, adding “Not that you need it.”

His last comment drew an unsatisfied laugh from your lips, helping to ease some of the apprehension that had backed up inside you. “I need it more than you know.”

Namjoon leaned back, his expression contemplative. “Seeing the ultrasound… it’s a big deal,” he said gently, a seriousness in his tone that hinted at the weight of what had happened between you. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“You deserve to be here.” you admitted, “You’re a part of this as much as I am.”

Namjoon studied you quietly, the warmth in his gaze revealing a combination of gratitude and vulnerability “It means a lot to hear you say that.” He said, glancing around the shop before adding “I really want to be a part of this baby’s life. However we agree to do that.”

His words settle heavily between you, and you could sense the tension beneath the surface.

“I want that too,” you replied, your voice trembling as you fought to maintain steadiness. “I’m sorry I made everything so complicated.”

“It’s okay. I helped,” he said, a hint of self-awareness in his tone. “But the baby shouldn’t have to pay for our mistakes.”

You nodded, the gravity of his words wrapping around you like a shroud and you instinctively placed a protective hand over your belly.

“You’re right.”

Namjoon was careful choosing his next words, concern deeply etched on his face before he finally spoke. “But that might mean letting go of some of your control.”

His words struck you like ice, sending a chill down your spine and igniting a surge of defensiveness within you. You straightened, meeting his gaze with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “Control?” You question, vexed. “I’m just trying to ensure everything goes perfectly! Isn’t that what you want? A stable life for our child?"

“I know,” Namjoon replied softly, holding your gaze. “But we both have to be on the same page. It can’t be just your decision alone.”

Tears started to sting your eyes, and you angrily blink them away, choosing instead to look out the window at the busy streets.

“All I’ve ever done has been for this baby. You know that.” You say, jaw set, despite the tears that threatened to spill.

Namjoon says your name softly, drawing your attention back to him “You plan every detail obsessively. It’s like you’re trying to control everything around you. You can’t even enjoy the moment because you’re too busy scheduling the next ten!"

"It’s better than living like you do!” you shot back, your anger bubbling to the surface. “Letting life tremble all over you only to look back and make sense of it! At least I’m trying to prevent a disaster, not understand it! "

“And what about us? Aren’t we a disaster?” he pressed; his voice steady but laced with emotion. “I feel like I’m just a means to an end for you. Like this baby is just another project for you to manage. You don’t even see me anymore.”

Your breath quickened as you leaned forward, your heart pounding against your ribcage. “That’s not true! I care about you- goddamn it, I love you! But I can’t let my guard down. Not when I have so much at stake!”

“But I want to be a part of this!” Namjoon said earnestly, leaning in closer. “I want to be involved, not just the guy you called to help you make the baby. This is supposed to be a journey we take together!”

You ran a hand through your hair, frustration still clawing at your insides. You didn’t even realize you’ve been crying until you felt the warmth on your cheeks.

“I... I don’t know how to do that Namjoon. I’ve been hurt too many times. It’s just easier to plan than to hope.” A wave of defeat crashed over you with that admission, and in an instant, the floodgates opened, releasing a torrent of unspoken fears and buried tears.

Namjoon leans back slightly, giving you the space to breathe.

“Planning is fine, but it can’t be everything. We need to figure this out together. We need to create space for our uncertainties.”

Your shoulders sagged, the tension in your body softening. “I just… I’m scared.” You hiccupped in between sobs “What if I let go and it all falls apart? What if I lose you?”

“We’ll figure it out. Together.” He reached for your hand, gently squeezing it. “But we can’t do that if you keep pushing me away.”

You finally met his gaze, feeling vulnerability flickering within you like never before. “I don’t want to push you away. I just... don’t know how to trust.”’

“Then let me help you learn.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you look down at your clasped hands, tears spilling freely, each drop a silent testament to the weight you’ve carried alone for so long.

“I’m not saying it’ll be easy or that we won’t argue,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, “But I’ll always fight for us. I just need you to meet me halfway.”

His words struck a chord deep within you, unravelling the layers of your defences, leaving you feeling exposed and fragile. Yet, amidst the vulnerability, a flickering of hope ignited in your chest- a whisper that maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something new, something different. That something you’ve been looking for…

Namjoon watched as tears spilled down your cheeks, his heart aching at the sight. He reached across the table, offering you a handful of napkins. “Here,” he said softly, his voice an anchor amidst your chaos.

You took them, dabbing at your eyes and blowing your nose, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. The weight of everything hung between you, thickening the air with each second you stayed quiet.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your lip quivering “I didn’t mean to break down like this.”

“It’s okay,” he replied, his expression as gentle as it always was with you. “You’re allowed to feel, to let it out.”

The warmth of his understanding buoyed you, validating your feelings and bringing you closer to the surface, where you could finally breathe again, where you could be weak and yet know that he would never use that to harm you. Because your hurt, in turn was his own. He understood that your struggles affected him too.

“Joon, I know we’re in the middle of a fight. But do you think you could hold me just a bit?”

Namjoon’s gaze softened at your request, a sliver of surprise giving way to warmth. Without hesitation, he slid his chair closer, wrapping his arms around you and you leaned into him. The familiar scent of him grounding you amidst the storm of emotions as you nuzzled closer.

“I’ve got you.” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he tucked you against his side.

In his embrace, the world outside faded- the bustling kitchen, the other patrons- leaving just the two of you, cocooned in a fragile moment of closure.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

He tightened his hold, his breath warm against your hair. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling. We’re in this together, remember?”

You nodded, letting his words sink in. The vulnerability of the moment washed over you like a wave, only this time, it was comforting rather than overwhelming.

“Yes. Together.”

As you sat there, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in your ears, grounding you. “But did you hear the part where I said ‘I love you’? because I can say it again if you need me to.” You said after a moment, your voice still soft as you looked up at him.

Namjoon’s eyes softened, and a warm smile spread across his face. “I heard you,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “And you already know I love your right? Because I can say it again too”

You couldn’t help but smile at his playful response. “I do know,” you replied, feeling warmth blossom in your chest. “But hearing it never hurts.”

Namjoon chuckled softly, the sound soothing your frayed nerves. “Well then, I love you,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “I love you more than words can say.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ah, fuck, fuck, Namjoon, baby, fuck.” You moaned; your fingers twisted in the sheets as he worked his magic in between your legs. Your huge belly was in the way, blocking your view of him, but you could feel the warmth of his body, and the flick of his tongue against your clit.

You had read all the books, knew all the facts about pregnancy and sex. But nothing could have prepared you for this feeling. For the way Namjoon made your body come alive with each pass of his tongue. You completely lost count of how many times you came, your legs trembling and breath coming in sharp, short gasps.

You were so in the moment you didn’t even register the fact that Namjoon was giggling like a little kid against your pussy instead of actually eating it.

“What?” you were completely dazed.

“You can’t cuss like that! The baby might hear you.” Namjoon said as he came up for air, still grinning from ear to ear, dimples evident on his cheeks.

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful demeanour. "Oh, you're so funny. The baby can't hear me, he’s still in the womb."

"But still, I don't want my child to come out into this world thinking his mother has such a dirty mouth," he said, his tone serious but his eyes betraying his amusement.

"Well, I'll watch it then," you said, your hand reaching out to playfully mess up his hair. "But for now, I think you have some unfinished business to attend to." You place your foot on his shoulder and push him back down.

Namjoon’s grin widened as he lowered his head between your legs once again, and you close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his tongue and the knowledge that you crated a life with this amazing man.

As you reach your climax, you let out a loud moan, not caring if the baby can hear you or not. Namjoon continues to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you're left breathless and satisfied.

And then you gasp suddenly, not the pleasure-induced gasps you've been slipping out for the past hour, but like realisation just struck you.

"Namjoon!" you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and pinching him to draw his attention. At that Namjoon almost jumps out of his skin, panic settling in.

“What? Is the baby coming? Did I hurt you?"

"No! No! Look!" you quickly grab his hand and place it over your belly, right as your little baby boy decided to kick again. "He's moving!"

Namjoon's face lit up with awe as he felt the baby kick for the first time.

“Little Cosmo is moving!”

You groan, falling back into the pillows, “We are not naming him Cosmo!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Epilogue:

“Joonie! Dae!” you called out, your voice ringing out over the crashing waves “Come over for sun screen!”

The sun hung high in the clear blue sky, casting a golden glow over the tropical island. Waves lapped gently against the shore, creating a soothing rhythm that blended perfectly with the distant sounds of waves breaking against the cliffs, and occasional seagull that seemed to laugh at the world below.

You’re secretly glad you listened to Namjoon’s advice to go on this trip in June instead of September as you initially planned. You thought visiting during a quieter time would help you avoid the crowds, but it turns out that’s not a concern at all when your sweet husband can simply rent a private beach for you.

You spread the towel on the warm sand, glancing around at the vibrant scenery- the lush palm trees swaying in the light breeze, and the sparking blue ocean stretching endlessly before you.

A moment later you spotted them- Namjoon, his broad smile bright against the backdrop of the beach, wearing his swimming trunks and looking absolutely delicious, holding Dae in his arms. The little one’s laughter was infectious, bubbling up like the waves crashing nearby. Dae’s tiny limbs waved in the air, delighting in the freedom of the open space.

“Coming!” Namjoon replied, his tone playful. He jogged over, the sun glinting off his skin, showcasing his pretty abs and the carefree spirit of the day.

You watched, your heart swelling with happiness, as he settled down on the towel next to you, carefully placing Dae between you.

“Alright, little man,” you said, taking the sunscreen and squirting a generous amount into your palm “Time to protect this adorable face of yours.”

Dae giggles, showcasing his dimples, squirming in delight as you rubbed the sunscreen on his cheeks. His soft, sun-kisses skin felt warm beneath your fingertips, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly he was growing. Just a few months ago, he was a tiny bundle in your arms, and now he was a full-grown toddler, potty trained and everything.

And just like planned, he was the perfect mix between you and Namjoon. You noticed that the first time he started crawling- how he would stop to investigate his surroundings, cautiously moving around as if he was planning his next best step. But when it came to Namjoon, he felt safe enough to throw caution to the wind.

Your heart almost stopped the first time you saw your precious little angel climb to the top of the tallest slide in the park, a feat that made you want to rush over and pull him back. But there he was, beaming with confidence, looking back at his father with pure trust in his eyes, before fully leaping off the edge without a hint of hesitation, knowing Namjoon was right there to catch him.

You quickly retrieved Dae’s bucket hat before he managed to squirm off, expertly equipping him, pushing his dark hair out of the way adjusting the hat snugly on his head. “My handsome little man,” you said proudly, earning a delighted squeal from Dae, followed by an enthusiastic “Mommy, go splash!”

“Okay, okay, go splash.” You giggle, letting him dart ahead towards the water. The moment his little feet hit the wet sand, he was off like a rocket, his laughter ringing out as he ran towards the waves.

You followed closely behind, your heart light with joy as you watched him dip his toes into the ocean.

He paused for a moment, eyes wide with wonder, before jumping back as a wave rolled in, soaking his legs. He laughed, grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s it baby!”

Namjoon walked over, his arms wrapping against your waist, pulling you into his hard chest, placing a quick kiss on your neck. “You know, I’ve been thinking-”

“That’s not good,” you tease, a smile spreading across your face as your gazes stayed on Dae, who was poking at the sand.

Namjoon chuckled softly, biting your neck playfully. “I’ve been thinking,” he starts again, making sure you listen before continuing “maybe it’s time we give Dae a little sister.”

You turn to him, surprised and delighted. “A sister? Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, a twinkle in his eye. “I can just imagine Dae being the best big brother. He’s so loving and protective.”

“Well, maybe you won’t have to wait so long for that.” You teased, your heart racing at the thought.

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly, a grin spreading across his face. “Are you serious?”

“Maybe,” you said, a playful glint in your eyes. “What if I told you I’ve been thinking about this too?”

“Now you’ve got me curious,” he replied, leaning in closer, his expression a mix of excitement and surprise. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

You laughed, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin and the joy of the moment. “I guess we’ll just have to see where life takes us.”

Namjoon’s smile grew wider, and he pulled you in for a quick kiss, but it was quickly interrupted by a little wet, sandy hand pulling at your leg.

“Mommy! Look!”

Dae’s eyes shimmered as he held up his tiny little fist, opening it to reveal a little yellow crab desperately trying to escape.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” you laugh, bending down to get a closer look.

The little creature wiggled its legs, clearly unimpressed with its current situation.

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