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Will I ever not be awestruck and intrigued by @daincrediblegg 's character and media analyses? Will I ever not devour the tags on these posts like it's the morning paper? Will I ever not wanna deepdive into a conversation with Eggy because GALAXY MIND?????
I think the fuck not.
#i often forget what im doing bc i stopped to read your tagsđ„čđ#I LOVE AND MISS YOU LOTS BTW#my wifey is out to sea and i anxiously await the returnđđ
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Hot For Teacher!
âprofessor!simon riley teaching anatomy⊠MDNI
(DISCLAIMER: in this fic, the reader is getting their master's, so reader is an adult! that said, this is still a student-professor relationship, so beware!)
"I heard he was from GermanyâŠ.or somewhere."
"He's probably sooo old."
"I can't find his rate my professor anywhere!"
"I heard he only has one leg!"
Murmurs can be heard spread around the room; your fellow graduates flooded the lecture hall seats, not an empty seat out of fifty in site. They were itching with anticipation and anxiously awaiting the arrival of your new gross anatomy professor, including yourself.
You were even more nervous than when you had to present your senior thesis for your bachelor's to four of the most knowledgeable, bright minds you had ever come into contact with.
That was intimidating, but this somehow feels worse. You find yourself sinking into the squeaky plastic chair, praying that whoever walks through that door is as gracious and kind as your last professor.
Heavy steps echoed down the hallway, slowly and steadily etching closer and closer to the room you sat in. Your eyes nervously shifted up to look at the wide open front door, and you tapped your foot, restlessly, to a non-existent beat in your head.
The footsteps became louder and louder until the man finally stood in the doorway, sparing the class not even a singular glance. He steadily turned to the right and walked up to the chalkboard, back towards the class, carefully etching something onto the board with a small piece of chalk.
The murmurs around the room seized as the screeching noise of the chalk against the board bounced off the walls and went straight into everyone's eardrums.
It was a quick, illegible scribble.
He set the piece of chalk down and turned to face the class, eyes roaming around the room, allowing you to get a better look at him.
He wore a black surgical mask just below his nose, covering his lips and jaw. And, God, was he tall. He had to be at least six-two, maybe even six-four. He wore a charcoal gray button-up tight enough to display his broad shoulders and buff biceps, with kaki cargo pants that did nothing to hide his thick thighs.
Fuck, he was hot.
"Your last professor was quite lenient," his gravelly voice echoes around the room as he begins, leaning his hip on the table before him. "Don't expect that from me."
His eyes roamed some more, and the murmurs you heard about how hot he was seized as he spoke again. "If you think this class will be easy, you're sorely mistaken. Excellence is the bare minimum I expect from each of you," he sternly says. "I don't tolerate excuses. You're in the wrong place if you can't meet the deadlines."
You didn't know the first time meeting your professor would just end up with him lecturing you about his obscure conditions and rules like this was a damn military base.
You try to remember if this course was even required for your degree: it is.
"If you miss class, don't bother returning," he continues. The mood in the room had shifted entirely. There was no excitement left; it had been completely sucked out and replaced by regret and anguish. You swore you even saw some people with their computers quickly going to your university's directory, hoping they could still withdraw from a course.
"Lastly, mediocrity has no place in here. Push yourselves or find another course," he gruffed, pushing himself off the desk he leaned on and maneuvering back over to the chalkboard.
"What are the instructions on the board?" Your eyes snapped to a random girl raising her hand adjacent to you, and you were surprised by her bravery in speaking.
The professor glanced at the girl.
âAh, yes. These are instructions on how to withdraw from this course if you so choose," he said. "Save me the headache and you, your dignity, and withdraw now if you cannot abide by my terms," he almost seemed disinterested. "Also, you will call me Dr. Riley."
He picked up the chalk, quickly etching a strand of words onto it. "These are my office hours," he says, setting the chalk back down. "Any questions?" He asked, turning to face the class.
Not a single peep can be heard. There was only a tiny squeak from one of the chairs. He crosses his arms. "Alright. Quiz tomorrow. Class dismissed," he concludes. You freeze up in your chair as everyone around you starts moving as quickly as possible to get out of there.
You're wondering what you learned today that could be material for a quiz. Instead of waiting behind to ask, you shuffle your things in a bag and speed walk out of there.
This was going to be a long semester.
It was three months in, and this class was kicking your ass.
No, that's not right. The class was outwardly blistering your entire existence. You pulled countless all-nighters to try and keep up with the material, but it was too much. There weren't enough hours in the day to study the copious amount of material.
It didn't help that Dr. Riley was a bit of a dick. He gave no leniency. Can't make the exam? Too bad. F. Didn't make class? Yikes. Get ready to recite the last lecture in front of the class when you return! Can't answer a question he asks? Well, well, it looks like we have a slacker on our hands. Have a lovely time writing an entire essay on the topic question you failed to answer!
"Can anyone explain the process of bone repair following a fracture?" Dr. Riley questions, taking his eyes off the chalkboard and turning towards the now half-full class. You snap out of your daydream, carefully looking back to your computer to continue typing what he writes.
Everyone averts their eyes from him to avoid getting called on. "No takers?" He asks once more, eyes narrowing slightly. You look over the top of your computer, eyes wondering over the messy array of notes he wrote to try and decipher them. "You," he says, flicking a finger towards you. "Give it a go."
Your eyes flick to his before widening in horror. Shit. You hadn't even gone over this week's slides because you were still working on the hundreds of slides from last week.
"Preferably today," he raises a brow, impatience written all over his face, crossing his arm over his chest. You take a deep breath, quickly scan your notes, and sublimely thank God you found what you needed.
"Well, first the bone goes through clot formation, then callus formation, then new bone tissue forms, then finally the bone remodels," you explain, issuing a polite smile after you finish, breathing out a sigh of relief as he nods.
"Uh-huh. It's a very interesting process. And do you know which of those processes has the longest duration?" He says blandly. You tilt your head a little, surprised to see he has another question.
"Well, I think that would be the bone remodeling," you affirm, shifting in your seat a little.
"And the shortest?" He quickly supplements.
"Clot formation?" You say unsurely.
"You seem unsure of your answer. Do you truly think it is clot formation?" He crosses his arms over his chest.
You were sure of it, but then again, why would he ask you if you thought it was wrong if it was right? You open your eyes wider, almost like you have just had an epiphany. "Iâno. It's callus formation," you say matter-of-factly.
"Incorrect," he says, uncrossing his arms and turning his back to you. "I suggest trusting your instincts next time." You sink deeper into your chair, hoping that somehow it will shield you from his scrutiny.
"On that note, class dismissed." You quickly gather your belongings, but not before Dr. Riley pulls you aside to assign you a three-page, single-spaced essay about the formation of a bone after having a fracture due in two days.
"Also, be sure to discuss clot formation heavily," his voice carries a condescending tone. "So that when you present to the class, they understand the concept better than you did."
Your brows furrow a little. "Wait, I do understandâ" You begin, though he interrupts.
"That's all," he cooly says, turning to grab his things from the desk in the front before switching the light switch off and stepping around you to leave the room. "See you and your paper Wednesday." You scowled as he turned away from you to go to his office.
This was such bullshit. You answered all his question, but God forbid you answer one incorrectlyâwell, not even incorrectly; he just made you feel it was wrong.
This was far from over.
"Dr. Riley. I, um, I don't understand why I have to write an essay," you found yourself saying later that day in his office, around six p.m. or so, when most of the faculty had already called it a night and left. His eyes stayed laser-focused on some papers he was going over.
"You didn't answer my question," he says, scribbling something on the paper.
You find yourself coming in, shutting the door behind you, and sitting on the chair before his desk. "Yes, I did. I answered all one hundred of them," you say matter-of-factly. The corners of his eyes crinkle as they finally flick to yours, clearly amused by your exaggeration.
"One hundred, huh?" He sets the pen down, leaning back in his chair, threading his fingers together. Your eyes wander to his arms. He had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his veiny forearms covered in tattoos.
You flick your eyes back to eyes in a panic, praying he didn't notice you essentially checking him out. "Yes, sir," you tried to keep your voice even.
"So, you want out of an essay I assigned to you?
"Iâwell. I was hopingâŠ" You trail off, eyes averting his.
"No," his tone is authoritative, final. You release a small breath, sagging into the chair, feeling defeated. However, you caught your eyes wandering back to his forearms before moving up to his biceps. Fuck. They would have busted out of his button-down if they were any bigger.
He was a massive asshole. But, so fucking hot nonetheless. Had the most enormous thighs and arms you'd ever seen. Taller than anyone you'd ever met. Had a gruff, thick English accent you drooled over. Not to mention his raging ego, which did something for you.
"What is it?" Your eyes snap to his. Oh, God. Not again.
"Nothing," you said quickly. He looked puzzled. You sat back in the chair, smiling awkwardly. He followed, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs wider to get more comfortable.
You find your eyes drifting down, observing his clothed cock in his pants. "Nothing? Huh?" The corner of his lip quirks. You stare back at him; your face is hot, and your hands are clammy.
This time, there was no denying what it was you were ogling so intently.
"Listen," he sits up a bit, placing his elbows on his desk and threading his fingers together. "I sympathize with your situation." You raise a brow because there is no way in hell he was sympathetic. His lip quips at your expression. "So, I believe I have a solution to your dilemma." That has you perking up in your seat, feeling a sense of hope.
"It's a bit...unorthodox," he mumbles, eyes boring into yours.
You squint your eyes in confusion. "Okay..." You trail off uneasily, sitting up a little straighter. "What did you have in mind?" He tilts his head up a little, carefully observing your face, before standing up and gripping the knot of the tie and carefully pulling it down so it rests lazily on his sternum.
"Tell me," he prompts, easing his way around his desk to lean against the side you sit in front of. "What is it that caught your attention earlier?" You raise a brow, not only at his new position but also at his question.
"Pardon?" You prod. He lets out a small, scruffy, breathy laugh, crossing his arms over his chest and showcasing his huge biceps again. You release a slight breath as your eyes wander back to his arms. He tilts his head back as he examines your facial expression, dragging his eyes down your line of sight. He gives a breathy laugh as he realizes you are shamelessly checking him out.
"Mhm," he hums. You snap your eyes to him in an instant, though this time you aren't embarrassed at the notion of him catching you. No. You wanted him to notice. Maybe, just maybe, then he'd finally find the courage to fuck you over his desk like you'd wanted since the first day he had arrived. "Your mind seems elsewhere," he observes.
"No, I'mâI'm just thinking," you whir, sitting in your chair.
He tilts his head back slightly. "What about?" His tone dripped with condescendence. He most definitely knew. He could read you like one of those fancy anatomy books he frequented. You lean back in your chair, legs spreading ever so slightly. His eyes glided to leer at your slightly agape legs.
God, you had on that little fucking skirt you wore every so often. The damned thing was a couple of pieces of denim fabric. Not too short, but, ya, if you opened your legs at just the right angle, you could get a nice shot of your panties underneath. How lucky for your professor, who was at the receiving end of that.
"Oh, I don't know. Just things, you know?" You spread your legs just a little wider, and you swear you hear him release a breath. "It's the first day of fall tomorrow. Did you know that?" You casually say, spreading your legs that much further so he could get a better view of the wet spot already growing in your panties at him watching you.
"I did." His voice was dry; he was surprised to get a damn word out.
"Crazy, huh? Also, I'm thinking about our lecture tomorrow. What's it going to be on anyway?" You find yourself dragging your hand up your leg to the buttons of your shirt, carefully unclasping each of them gently. He could feel his cock straining against his jeans seeing you, legs spread, fingers fiddling with your cute little button-up top with frilly sleeves.
"Sexual reproduction," he gruffs, fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. You get the final button of your shirt unclasped, carefully sliding it off and onto the floor, revealing a lacy bra that matches your panties. You honestly thought you'd be more nervous, but with a guy that hot and educated staring at you like you were the sexiest thing alive, how could you be?
"Maybe I should get a head-start, no?" You proposed as he unclasped his final button, slipping his shirt entirely off. Good-God. The man was chiseled and hairy. The scars etched into his skin only made him that much sexier. He reached for his tie next. "No, no. Leave it on," you voice, getting up from your chair to stand before him.
His greedy hands instantly sought refuge on your waist, dragging his fingertips along the waistband of your panties, giving them a little pull. You release a slight whine as the elastic slaps back onto your skin.
"Like fuckin' music to my ears," he groans, pulling you flush to his body, ripping his mask off to encapsulate your lips with his hungry ones.
You yelp into his mouth at the sudden sensation, though you find yourself getting into a rough rhythm. His hand's paw at your ass as yours covetously grips his shoulders. Although you were flush against him, you sought more contact. "I needâI need," you whined in his mouth.
"Need me to what? Say it," he urged, hands slipping to thread through your hair, pulling it gently. Your mouth falls agape at the action, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan into his mouth once more.
"I need you toâto," you stutter, unable to speak from how out of breathe you were.
"Say it," he hissed, pulling your hair harder.
"Fuck me. Please," you finally managed to say. He wasted no time picking you up by the back of the thighs and hastily placing you on his desk, flinging the loose papers and books that dawned it on the floor.
You reached between you to undo his belt and pant button as he slipped your panties down so they dangled loosely around your ankles.
Your lips never disconnecting once.
Once you got his pants undown and he your panties, he gripped your waist, hoisting you so he could pound his cock into you. You both moan at the contact, gripping each other tighter.
"Fuck," he groans, "Feel so good." You press your lips back to his as he makes work pummeling into you, his hands digging into the flesh of your hips to get as much friction as he can.
You were sure you'd have purple and blue bruises tomorrow.
He brings his mouth to nip and kiss at the side of your neck, his teeth gently grazing against the sensitive skin. "Drivin' me fuckin' insane," he grits, teeth nipping your skin again. You whined, bringing your hands to thread through his hair.
"I drive you insane?" You breathe out, dumbfounded, his cock still sliding in and out of you at a hurried pace. His tongue brushes your neck until it reaches your lips, quickly bullying itself into the sanctity of your mouth.
"Such a good student. Aren't you?" He gruffs into your lips; your mouth hangs agape at the feeling of him in you. "Always do such good work. Don't you, sweetheart?" You moan at his words; he presses a thumb to stimulate your clit. "Fuckâyou, you drive me mad," he grits, moving his thumb faster.
You let a string of incoherent words, too caught up with his cock in you and thumb on you to form any real words.
"Huh? Ya, ya. But you must know that already. Or else you wouldn't have worn thisâ" he signals to the matching bra and panty set you had worn, "to meet with me," he finishes. You respond with another pathetic whimper, feeling your impending climax.
The moment he whispers into the shell of your ear, "Better come quick, or I may change my mind about that paper," you're a goner. You clamp around him at record speed, gripping his shoulders impossibly tighter, as you loudly moan in his mouth. His fingers dig deeper into the fat of your hips as his orgasm chases yours.
It takes both of you a second to catch your breaths, both heaving and chests rising with much pace. After you have caught your breath, he helps ease you off his desk, deftly reaching for your panties that slipped off your ankles in a frenzy and softly putting them back on you, followed by your skirt resting on the floor nearby.
You slipped your shirt back on, buttoning it as he focused on dressing himself. It didn't feel awkward like you had thought it was going to. Sure, it was quiet, but it was comforting.
You grabbed your bookbag, giving him a slight smile as you walked over to the closed door. "I appreciate you meeting with me. See you tomorrow, Dr. Riley," you kindly say.
He nodded, pulling his tie to rest neatly on his neck. "Don't forget about the paper," he plainly said, moving to pick up some of the loose papers on the floor.
A confused expression overtook your face. "I thoughtâ" you began.
"I don't play favorites, sweetheart," he interrupted. "Write the paper."
Okay, he was still a dick, but oh well, sure, you'd write the damn paper, maybe even put a couple of errors in it so that he could deduct some points off, and you could request to meet with him again.
Ya, that sounded like a fine plan indeed.
a/n: inspired by a lovely who commented on my poll about professor!simon <33 @aiqsa (this took me so long omg)
reblogs & comments are encouraged!
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Home Cooked Meal
CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS
can be read as a stand alone :)
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!
SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and itâs the best damn thing heâs had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.
WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didnât think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)
PREVIOUS CHAPTER // NEXT CHAPTER
Call me when you get home x
Your text still sits on Buckyâs lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.
Itâs fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why youâre awaiting his call.
Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.
He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses âcallâ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.
You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.
âHey, Barnes!â God, Bucky loves your voice.
âDoll.â His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. âYou asked me to call, whatâs up?â
The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though youâve tried to hide it. âI was worried you didnât see my text.â You admit.
Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.
âWhat are you doing right now?â
Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. âJust about to get a drink, what are-â
âDonât!â You cut in. âDonât get a drink, I need you to come over.â
âWhat, now? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? Iâll see you in a minute!â
And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. Youâre being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.
Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her ownerâs attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.
Even Alps is confused.
Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.
Although he wonât admit it, Buckyâs spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isnât twisted, his hair isnât too messy and thereâs nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasnât gone unnoticed by his colleagues.
He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.
She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.
With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway heâs spent so many mornings and nights in with you.
Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.
Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever heâs about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, theyâre there even when he imagines seeing you.
He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.
Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.
It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.
Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.
âWeâre matching.â You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Buckyâs red henley.
âItâs almost like we planned it.â A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.
âSpeaking of plans,â You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, âI have a surprise for you.â
Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.
Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you werenât looking ahead, youâd see Buckyâs cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.
When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, heâs stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.
âI- Doll, what is all this?â The firefighters eyes are wide at your âsurpriseâ.
Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. Thereâs even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.
âWell, remember that time when you told me you havenât had a proper home cooked meal in years?â You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.
âYou mean this morning?â He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. âI donât know what to say, doll.â
You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. âIs it okay? I know itâs a little cheesy and itâs last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, itâs not exactly at your home but itâs pretty cl-â
Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.
âItâs perfect, Y/n.â He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. âYou could feed me Alpineâs food and iâd still bow at your feet, sweets.â
Now youâre the one blushing. You heart skips when Buckyâs eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.
âAlways so good to me, arenât ya?â His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.
âWell-â
The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Buckyâs hold.
âUhhâ Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, âI- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-â
âGo, doll.â Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.
Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.
âYou need a hand with anything, doll?â Buckyâs voice sounds from behind you.
âActually, yeah!â You glance over your shoulder. âCome here.â
If you keep bossing him about, Buckyâs gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.
Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. âWhat dâya need?â
You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Buckyâs lips. âTry this for me.â
With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.
Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adamâs apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.
âGood?â You murmur, hoping he doesnât notice when you cross your legs.
He notices.
âDelicious,â Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, âyou did great, sweets.â
Fuck. Me.
You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.
âHey, could you bring the bowls over, please?â You call over your shoulder.
You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.
Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.
âFor you, Madame.â He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.
You watch him round the table and take his own seat. âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â
Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky canât help but find you angelic.
âYouâre beautiful, doll. I donât know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.â
Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.
With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. âYou say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?â You raise a brow with your teasing voice.
Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound youâve come to adore.
âOnly the ones who cook for me.â He winks.
âDoesnât Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?â
âAnd I tell her she looks ravishing every time.â
You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.
Tonight isnât much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. Itâs become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. Itâs strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.
Itâs been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though youâve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.
Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.
Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any youâve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.
Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and youâre starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.
âYou expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?â You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.
âWhat are you trying to say there, doll?â
Buckyâs jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.
âNothing to worry your cute little head about.â You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. âJust that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way heâs built.â
The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could killâŠ
Buckyâs tone is flat, âDidnât know you were such an admirer of Wilsonâs build, Y/n.â
The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.
âWell, you know,â You bring the glass to your lips, âheâs hardly difficult to miss.â
Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury thatâs flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.
He knows, he knows, that youâre lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he canât help but feel jealous.
Buckyâs painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesnât much care.
âMaybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.â Bucky grumbles.
âOh, thatâs alright, I already have his number.â
Youâve never seen Buckyâs head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.
âYou what?â
Gently, you place your glass back on the table. âYeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.â
The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, youâre not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, heâs not even sure if heâs breathing.
âIs that right?â Buckyâs gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.
âMhm.â You hum in response, âIn fact, iâm going out for coffee with him next week.â
âHuh.â
Buckyâs chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.
âJames, what are you doing?â You ask.
âWhat does it look like iâm doing?â Oh heâs grumpy, grumpy.
Buckyâs shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. Itâs quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.
From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.
Itâs now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Buckyâs muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.
âAsk me why iâm seeing Sam next week.â You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Buckyâs back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when itâs tearing him apart?
The brunette turns in your hold but you donât release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.
âWhy are you seeing him, doll?â Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.
âHe asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. Iâm meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.â
A shocked âWhatâ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.
âYeahâŠâ You grin, though itâs more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.
In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. âI knew you werenât really attracted to that dumbass.â
You scoff and pat his chest lightly. âSure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash âem, iâll dry âem.â
With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Buckyâs never been in this position before, itâs always him whoâs teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.
Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.
âYou like the old stuff, huh doll?â Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.
You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. âI thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole âhousewifeâ role.â
He raises a brow, âDoes that make me your doting husband then, sweets?â
Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though youâre a little school girl.
Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.
âI meant- Itâs- You know what I meant, James.â You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.
That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Buckyâs eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. Itâs impossible to bite back the grin thatâs fighting its way onto your lips.
Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you canât find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Buckyâs eyes are pleading you to.
âYou know, itâs sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.â He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Samâs nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.
A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.
âDo you spend much time with them?â You ask with a brief glance his way.
Bucky shrugs, âYeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. Theyâre good kids, and I bet theyâll love you!â
âOh God, I hope so. Iâve never taught before and iâm scared theyâll hate me and iâll destroy their dreams and-â You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.
âTeach me.â
Huh?
âWhat?â You freeze.
âYou said youâve never taught before,â Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, âso practise on me. Teach me something.â
You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that heâs joking. But Bucky doesnât move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. Heâs not joking.
Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Buckyâs head. âCome on, sweets. Please? For me?â He pleads.
âOkay.â
Itâs scary how quickly you succumb to Buckyâs wishes; you fear youâd do awful things if only he asked and youâd even do it with a smile. Youâre so doomed.
With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sinkâs edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.
Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. Itâs hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, youâre far more focused on his hands.
From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Buckyâs arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.
It certainly hasnât gone amiss to the firefighter that youâve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, heâs caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.
The corner of Buckyâs lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.
âWanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.â He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.
When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.
You shake your head with a dazed frown, âHuh?â
A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, âI said play me something, sweets, before you start teachinâ me.â
You giggle sheepishly, sighing an âOhâ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.
Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Buckyâs favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.
Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like itâs a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.
He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didnât even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Buckyâs head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.
Itâs impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like youâre bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.
âOkay, your go.â You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. âCome on. Youâre gonna do the left hand, Iâll do the right.â
âYes Maâam!â Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.
It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because heâs apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But itâs still entirely his fault though. Entirely. âMaybe like 98% his fault. Thatâs seems fair.â You think.
âThere you go!â You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.
âWould you look at that, not so useless after all.â Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.
Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.
âOh, umm-â He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.
âHere, let meâŠâ You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.
Leaning forward, you drag Buckyâs fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though itâs getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.
A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.
Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Buckyâs thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.
Bucky reads every inch of your skin like heâs studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that heâs winning this tussle for control.
âBuckyâŠâ You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.
âYes, doll?â Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.
Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. âI canât focus with you looking at me like that.â
Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he canât help but toy with you. âLike what?â He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.
You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.
Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. âLike you want to kiss me.â You say, barely above a whisper.
âOh,â Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, âI want to do much more than that.â
Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. âThen why are you just staring?â
âWell, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.â
With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Buckyâs, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.
âGotta savour it while I can.â He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.
âWhy?â You ask, heart racing.
It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.
Buckyâs lips ghost over your skin as he explains, âCause once Iâve had my way with you, youâre gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.â
A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that youâre grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.
Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you canât stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.
âJamesâŠâ You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.
âYeah? Is that what you want?â
Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.
âWords, doll.â Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. Heâs struggling to hold back but canât let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.
Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. âI want you, James. Please.â
Thatâs all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighterâs self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger thatâs been brewing for months.
Buckyâs lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily itâs got you believing this is not your first kiss. Itâs soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you canât help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.
You bring your hands up Buckyâs body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.
Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.
âFuck, doll,â Bucky whispers, âyou donât know how long Iâve been waitinâ for this.â
âProbably not as long as I have.â You scoff.
âThen let me make up for lost time.â
âWait, what do y-â
Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.
Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.
âDo you want me to stop?â He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.
Itâs an easy answer and youâre shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Buckyâs prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.
âNo.â
Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.
âThen promise me youâll tell me if that changes?â Bucky asks.
You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.
âI promise.â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, sweets.â
A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but youâre quickly silenced by Buckyâs lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.
A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and heâs tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.
âBucky, pleaseâŠâ
âAh ah ah-â The firefighter tuts, â-since when do you call me Bucky?â
You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.
âLook at me, Y/n.â
The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. âWhat?â You ask, confused.
âI havenât spent months goinâ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when Iâm finally between your legs.â
The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. âTouch me, James.â You say, and he obeys.
Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till thereâs no where left to kiss but your slick folds.
He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if youâre still okay with this.
âMore than okay, James.â You answer truthfully.
âGood, cause Iâm fucking starvinâ.â
You feel his mouth on your pussy before youâve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didnât just feed him the best dinner heâs had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.
Your mouth curves into an âoâ, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Buckyâs mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Buckyâs telling you.
âYâtaste so sweet, doll.â
âDoing so good for me, arenât ya? My good girl.â
âLet me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.â
Whether itâs praises or orders, thereâs no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesnât mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that youâre ready for more.
The sensation of Buckyâs finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.
âJames- oh fuck-â
Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.
âFuck, thatâs it, sweets. Thatâs- shit youâre so tight, pussyâs squeezing me and itâs just one finger.â
You mewl and squirm beneath him.
âHow you gonna handle two of âem, doll?â
Buckyâs mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view thatâs evening better.
You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesnât realise heâs said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as youâre rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.
âJames?â You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.
âYeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?â He panics, thinking youâve grabbed his hand to stop him.
Instead, you look him in the eye and say âAre you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?â
An awe-inspired grin spreads across Buckyâs face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till heâs inches from your face.
He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, âAnything for my girl.â before a second digit joins his first.
The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.
âSo damn beautifulâŠâ The firefighter says.
You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Buckyâs suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.
With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isnât even moving against Buckyâs anymore.
âFuck, James, Iâm- I-â
âShh, I know.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âYou gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?â
You nod feverishly.
âGood girl, now let go for me.â
Thatâs all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.
âThatâs it, doll, thatâs it.â Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.
âHoly shitâŠâ You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.
Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.
âYou did real good for me, sweetheart.â He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. âYâlook so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.â
You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. âYouâve imagined this too?â
âEvery night, doll.â
âHuhâŠâ
Though Buckyâs eyes remain fixed on yours, itâs obvious that his mind has slipped away; heâs now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm youâve ever had, you decide to take back some control.
âWhat have you pictured doing to me, James?â Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.
âYou sure you wanna know? Cuz it ainât all sweet and innocent.â He warns.
You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Buckyâs cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.
After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. âTell me.â
What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Buckyâs throat and before you know it, youâre being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.
He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.
His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.
âYou wanna know what Iâve imagined us doing, doll?â The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.
âIâve pictured us just like this.â He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. âYou, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.â
You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till itâs tumbling off your shoulder.
âAnd youâre telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.â
Buckyâs filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.
âDoes that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,â
âIt never stopped, James.â You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.
âThatâs right, youâre never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. Iâm all you need. Me, my cock, Iâm gonna ruin everyone else for you.â
You donât even notice that Buckyâs hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Buckyâs insatiable blue eyes.
âFuck me, sweets, youâre- god- youâre perfect.â He leans in and kisses your collarbone. âSo,â kiss, âSo,â kiss, âperfect.â
Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways heâs always dreamt of.
âIs this okay?â He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.
He chuckles, âNeedy, arenât ya, sweets?â
You whine.
âHmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what Iâve dreamt of for monthsâŠâ
His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.
The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.
âGod, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream Iâve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere youâll let me, doll, please. Iâve needed you for so long.â
You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits arenât the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed heâs been wanting.
âMâSo fuckinâ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dickâs throbbing, doll, itâs sâhard it hurts.â
You pull at his hair so heâs looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.
âI wanna see you, BuckyâŠâ
He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.
You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.
âAll of you, James.â You look pointedly at his crotch. âMay I?â You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.
Buckyâs abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.
He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.
âHave you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?â You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. âCause I have.â
Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.
You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.
Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.
âFuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!â
You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if heâs sure.
âMore than anything.â
And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.
You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.
âYouâre so big, baby.â You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, âBiggest Iâve ever had in my mouth.â
A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.
âSuck my cock, doll, just like weâve both imagined, nice and deep, please.â
You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.
âAtta girl,â Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.
He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.
âArgh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!â
His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining thatâs simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how heâll fit in your pussy, but youâre sure heâll figure it out.
You bob your head on his length over and over till youâre in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.
Your chest fills with pride at Buckyâs facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything youâve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.
Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.
âOh god- oh fuck, doll-â He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.
âOh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!â Heâs interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.
You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Buckyâs member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.
With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.
As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Buckyâs hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that youâve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.
âNothinâ bad, sweets, itâs just that- fuck-â
You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.
â-Iâm not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.â
âAnd thatâs a problem becauseâŠ?â
He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. âCause as hot as youâd look swallowing my load, Iâd much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.â
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till heâs looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.
âWhat the hell did I do to deserve you?â His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.
âGet on the bed, doll.â He orders. âLay on your back.â
You do as he says and once youâve settled, he crawls on top of you. Itâs quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.
âI should have found the guts to do this months agoâŠâ You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature youâve spent so long dreaming about, and now heâs here, really here, and you canât help but stroke his cheek with revere.
âWe have now, doll. Thatâs enough for me.â Bucky whispers. âAre you comfortable?â
You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for whatâs coming. But then his elbows bend out and heâs lowering himself onto you.
âHow about now?â
Thereâs a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.
âNo!â You giggle.
âNo? Is this better?â Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.
âJames! Youâre squishing me!â
The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.
Quickly coming to your own awareness of Buckyâs rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.
âDarling?â You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.
Buckyâs brows pinch closer slightly.
âI need you inside me.â
His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.
The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. Itâs so much yet not enough, all at the same time.
âTell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.â
After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Buckyâs soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.
Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.
âFuck, doll, youâre so tight for me.â The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.
Youâve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise youâre barely taking half of him.
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â Buckyâs reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, âyouâre taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?â
You clench your eyes shut briefly, âNo, keep going, youâre just soâŠâ
âSo what?â
Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.
A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.
âWhat happened to the little minx who was practically begginâ me to fuck her, huh? Donât get all shy on me now, dollface. Iâm so what?â
His words have you spilling yours without second thought. âYouâre so fucking thick, James, cockâs splittinâ me in half.â
He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, âJamie!!!â
His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him âJamieâ. And you didnât just say it, you screamed it.
âShit, honey, say it again.â
âJa-JamieâŠâ You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.
âAgain.â Your neighbour growls.
âOh my god, fuck- Iâ
âAgain.â
It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. âFuck me, Jamie.â
âThatâs my girl.â
Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.
âNever felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.â
You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.
âSo goddamn tight, sweets, yâpussy was made for me,â He swallows your whimpers happily, âdonât you think? You feel how good iâm filling you up, honey? Sliding in anâ out so easy, youâre so fucking wet for my dick.â
âHarder, Jamie.â
Goddamn.
âKeep calling me that and Iâll do whatever you want.â
You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure youâve ever felt, and thatâs saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.
âFuckinâ me s-so good, Jamie.â
âAh- just like that, baby.â
âIâm getting close, James, need you to go faster.â
Your pleas send Buckyâs cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.
âJamieâŠâ You sigh.
He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.
The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Buckyâs hard, thick length.
âIâm so- oh fuck- iâm so close, James.â
He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.
âAre you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?â He smirks at your pornographic moans. âBet Iâll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe Iâll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.â
âIâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum,â You chant several times breathlessly.
âLet go for me, sweet girl, make a mess oâmy cock. Cum, doll.â
Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Buckyâs, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Buckyâs shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.
âFuck, James, youâre so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-â
Heâs groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.
âYouâre so wet and- fuck- I canât- I canât hold back much longer.â
You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.
âWant you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.â
âArgh, fuck!!â Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.
âOh god, yes!â Bucky grunts. âTake my cum, doll, fuckinâ take it.â
Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.
âFillinâ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!â
As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.
With no words being shared, you focus solely on Buckyâs breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but youâve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.
âThat wasâŠâ Bucky murmurs into your neck.
You finish his sentence, âPretty damn good.â Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.
âYeah,â He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, âyou feeling okay?â
âIf by okay you mean âcompletely and utterly fucked outâ then yeah, Iâm great.â
You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that youâll get to do for the rest of your life.
âHow are you feeling?â You ask sincerely.
Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. âLike I want to be with you like this forever.â Bucky admits. âThat and completely and utterly fucked out.â
You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Buckyâs swollen red lips.
âLet me clean you up, doll.â He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.
âCan you spread your legs for me, sweets?â
He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.
âYouâre so beautiful, James.â You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where heâs leaning his weight.
He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once youâre clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.
When you step out of the bathroom, Buckyâs holding his he let out in front of you. âYou looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?â
You smile, âYour shirt?â
âYeahâŠâ He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, âYou donât have to, I just thou-â
He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks itâs perfect. Youâre perfect.
Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.
âYouâre staying, right?â You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.
âOf course, doll.â
Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. âWoulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew thatâs all it took for you to finally fuck me.â

a/n: filth. pure filth. so sorry that it took me a lifetime to post this - life got lifey and it took me ages to get this right. itâs my second time writing any sort of smut so i hope it was good for yâall. thanks for all the support, it means the world to me. love you guys, red â€ïž
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Sorry For My Actions, All That I Projected (NSFW)

Synopsis: An argument ensues between you and your husband making you pull away from him when you were only trying to lift his spirits. You give him space just as he requested, but he was soon asking for forgiveness and thinking of the best possible way to make it up to you
Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader
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The door slammed once again to your shared house with your husband, indicating his frustrations as you were sitting in the living room watching the highlights from the most recent game that he played in. This had been the running theme for what was now three weeks in a row. The lights had been turned down low as you anxiously awaited his return and you already knew that he wasnât going to be in the best mood. You hadn't been feeling very well and told him earlier that day that you would probably watch the game from home. He nodded his head when you told him as he kissed you goodbye and went on his way.
âBabeâŠâ You started to say once you finally spotted him in the foyer as you sat up and looked in that direction, but he immediately cut you off.
âNot now.â Joe quickly said as he threw his bag to the side of him and let out a sigh.
âI justâŠâ
âY/N, I canât right now, okay? I need a minute.â
âUm, okay.â You quietly answered as you went back to looking at the television and quickly decided to change the channel so Joe didnât have to hear people possibly questioning his abilities. As far as you were concerned, he was the best quarterback ever in the history of the NFL and didn't care what anyone else said about it.
Joe then picked his bag up off the floor before heading upstairs as you continued to sit there and think of ways that you could possibly lift his spirits. He didn't get like this often, but not having a win for three straight weeks after working your ass off in order to get to this point, there was reason for him to be upset. He had confided in you before the season started and this was one of his biggest fears.
But the game that was just played honestly wasn't his fault. He played amazing and you could tell he was frustrated by the actions of some of his teammates. The blame could be put on the defense, but it was well known that it didn't matter. Because of him being the quarterback, the blame would be put on him.
It was now reaching twelve at night and you started making your way upstairs so that you could check on Joe. You found him in your shared bedroom watching the anchors on ESPN practically picking him apart at every chance they got while very few were defending him. You simply tried to take the remote away from him, but he held onto it tighter.
âBaby, this isnât helping. You don't need to be watching this.â
âI'm fine.â
âNo you aren't. You are nowhere near fine, and that's okay. You're frustrated and pissed off and for good reason. I get that.â
âI said I was fine, now can we drop it?â
âI'm just trying to help. I see my husband is upset and I'm trying to make it better.â You told him as you attempted to brush your hand through his hair, but he moved away from you.
The gesture definitely hurt your feelings but you did your best not to let it show.
âI'm going to sleep.â He simply told you as he turned the television off and got under the comforter.
You sighed before making your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your nighttime skin care routine. Most nights Joe would do it with you, but you figured that he would rather not participate tonight and that you were better off not asking him.
While washing the face mask off, a few tears couldn't help but to slip out. The start of the season had been extremely hard on him and it seemed as if nothing good so far had come out of it. You tried not to let it get to you that he was being distant, but all in all it did. You knew he had to focus and having less distractions was important and by now you honestly should be used to it.
Once you were finished and changed into your pajamas, you climbed in bed next to him and could tell that he was still awake from his breathing since it hadn't slowed and debated on whether you should say anything to him.
âBabe?â You softly said and Joe turned around to face you.
âHmm?â
âStill proud of you.â
It was now Monday night and excitement was evident as you were making dinner and planned to tell Joe after the two of you had eaten about the little one that was now growing in your belly. You hadn't been feeling well for the past two weeks and finally got a doctor's appointment earlier that day leaving Joe at home to sulk and also go to practice which he just recently got back from. After your appointment, you had stopped at the store and got a Bengals onesie along with a tiny football since you also found out that the baby was a boy. The two of you had been trying for a while and it seemed as if when you were about to give up that it finally happened.
Joe had taken up residence at the table once you told him that dinner was ready. You could tell that he was still in a mood, but it didnât seem as bad as it was the day before and was hoping that hearing the news would turn his bad mood around. You were trying your best to give him space, but also be supportive at the same time. You understood that he had a lot of pressure on his shoulders at the moment.
âBabe, I made your favorite. I was hoping that this would help you feel better.â You told him as you kissed his cheek and he sighed before answering you as you set the plate in front of him before walking back over to the stove to make a plate for yourself.
âY/N, you seriously don't know how to take a hint do you?â
âWhat? Joseph, what are you even talking about?â
âYou have been all up under me for the past twenty four hours when I want to be left the fuck alone. What is it that you aren't getting?â
Hearing this, you turned around to look at him and noticed that he pushed his plate of food in the middle of the table, indicating that he in fact did not want it.
âAre you serious right now?â You asked, looking at your husband in disbelief.
As many games as he had lost in the past and the injuries he had gone through along with the surgeries, he had never blown up at you and you were not understanding what his issue was. Yes, he was frustrated but the last thing he needed to do was take it out on his wife.
âYou act like you need to be under me every waking moment of every day and follow me around like some little lost ass puppy when I lose a game. I already have a mother and don't need another one. Last time I checked, you were my wife.â
âI'm only trying to help and want for you to feel better. I understand that youâre frustrated, but this is not the way we go about things and you know that.â You told him as you were trying to do your best to even your breathing. Because it was only a matter of time before you started to yell at him. You didn't want to do that, but he honestly deserved it because of how he was speaking to you.
âWell I guess this is news to you that you're not helping. None of this is fucking helping. What would help is my wife giving me space when I ask for it.â
That was the last straw and you knew that it was necessary for you to walk away when you looked down at your watch to see that it alerted you about a high heart rate.
âHmm, noted.â Was all you said before walking out of the kitchen and leaving Joe there with his thoughts.
Tears couldn't help but make their way down your cheeks as you walked down to where your mini library was and you angrily wiped them away. It was a gift from Joe last Valentine's day and that was your place of peace when you wanted to get away from everything. A lot of times when Joe couldn't find you, he knew that more than likely that is where you would be and would always cuddle with you while he also grabbed a book to read or he always loved when you read to him.
Curling up in the corner with your pillow, you placed your phone next to you and opened your book at the place where you left off earlier. If he wanted to be left alone, you didn't have any problem with it. But you knew for a fact that he would come crawling back sooner or later asking for forgiveness.
And you weren't sure if he deserved it.
Regret filled Joe instantly when he saw you walk away from him. He debated on if he should go after you, but he knew better. He would give you time and give you your space to cool off. He got up and began putting all the food away so that it could be eaten tomorrow because he simply didn't have an appetite.
He could admit that the last thing that he ever wanted to do was take something out on you, but he did. He knew that you were only trying to help and the blame couldn't be placed on anything except for him being an asshole who clearly didn't deserve you.
The thoughts were running through his mind as he was going through his ideas of what he could possibly do for you in order to receive your forgiveness for how he had acted, but he was coming up short.
He would simply sleep on it tonight and hoped that things would be better in the morning and that you two could talk and be able to get on the same page.
Waking up, Joe reached for you since you were never one to get up early unless absolutely necessary and instantly frowned when he noticed that you weren't next to him and probably weren't for the entire night when he saw that your side of the bed was completely untouched. He got up and immediately went on the hunt to look for you and found you in the kitchen sipping what looked like tea and reading your book.
Joe cautiously approached you before saying anything, anticipating that you were immediately going to shut him down.
âBabe, can we talk?â He quietly asked and you glanced up at him before putting your attention back onto your book.
âFor what?â You replied and Joe muttered a quiet âfuckâ under his breath.
âI need to apologize for how I've been acting towards you. You didn't deserve that when you were only trying to be supportive and help me.â He told you as he came and sat across from you. He wanted to grab your hand, but decided against it since you were holding your book and more than likely you would pull back from him.
âI don't want to talk to you right now.â
âOkay⊠I get it. But um, later?â Joe wasn't surprised at all by your answer and knew that he deserved it.
âNo, I'm busy.â
âWith?â
You simply placed your bookmark to keep your place in your book before looking up at your husband and folding your hands as you leaned on the kitchen table.
âWhen that becomes your concern, I'll let you know. And I have things that I have to do. So, therefore this conversation is now over.â
âBabyâŠ.â
âNo. Immediately no. You do not get to do that. You were an asshole to me and quite frankly, I don't have to put up with it. So like I said, I don't want to talk to you. Matter of fact, I don't even want to be in the same house as you so I'm leaving.â You replied as you got up from the table, put your cup in the sink and walked out of the kitchen leaving Joe sitting at the table just like you did last night.
It was now Friday afternoon and once again Joe was blowing up your phone and had been for the past three days. You had decided to stay with your best friend Jazmine for the time being to let Joe think about what he did. Besides, he did tell you that he wanted his space, so he got what he asked for. You were sitting on her bed while the two of you were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas which happened to be one of your favorite Halloween movies that Joe would watch with you every year. You could feel her eyes on you as she saw you looking down at your phone.
Husband- Baby, can we please talk? I told you that I was sorry. I understand why you're mad but it's been three days since you've been home.
You- You pissed me off so much so don't be surprised if you don't see me until the playoffs and even then youâd be lucky if that even happens. You asked for space, so that's what I'm giving you. Get off my phone Joseph.
Husband- What can I do to make this up to you? I miss you.
You- Oh, now you miss me? Give me my space. Oh my, doesn't that sound familiar? Goodnight.
Husband- Babe, it's only 1 in the afternoon
You- And? I said goodnight Joseph Lee Burrow.
Jazmine glanced over at you before looking back towards the movie on the screen and sighed.
âHe still doesn't know? Does he?â She asked inquiring if he knew about the pregnancy.
âNo, simply because I was going to tell him that same night that he decided to have a temper tantrum.â
âWell maybeâŠ.â She started to say and you eyed her.
âMaybe what?â
âYou need to tell him and the two of you need to make up and make up soon. I am not taking up for him in any way, shape, or form, but he has apologized multiple times and quite frankly, I am tired of him also blowing up my phone to check on you.â
âI'll text him the sonogram picture.â You told her as you shrugged and went to your phone gallery.
âNO Y/N! That is not what I meant.â
âAnd throw the mini football I got at his throat. It won't hurt, it's soft.â
âOkay, I sense that you're still angry, but you need to calm down and stop being petty.â
âYou're taking his side.â
âNo I'm not! I'm just saying that man loves you and will do absolutely anything for you. He messed up big time, but wants to make it up to you. It is literally only a matter of time before he shows up on my doorstep.â
âYou have a ring camera so you can see him. You don't have to open the door.â
âWe are finishing this movie and then you are going home to talk to your husband.â
âYou're kicking me out? WOOOOOWWWW.â You exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest.
âYou have a literal mansion to go to! Yes, I'm kicking you out.â
âWill you at least feed me first?â
âYou're getting McDonald's and that's it.â
âI'll make sure it takes me three hours to eat it.â
Jazmine simply rolled her eyes in response.
It was now around four in the afternoon when you were finally pulling into the driveway of your house. Sighing, you grabbed your bag from the passenger and made your way inside. You went through the garage and then through the kitchen in order to make your way upstairs in the hopes of Joe not seeing you. You still didn't feel ready to talk to him. As you made your way upstairs into your bedroom, you were surprised to see Joe sitting there scrolling on his phone and sighed. When he heard your footsteps, he immediately stood up and walked over to you.
âOnly reason I'm here is because Jazmine kicked me out. I am still extremely pissed off at you.â
âI know because I told her to.â
You did a double take and looked at your husband in disbelief.
âI was desperate and wanted you here so we could talk. Besides, she told me you kept eating all of her snacks.â
Rolling your eyes, you dumped your clothes into the hamper and set your overnight bag in the bottom of the walk-In closet with Joe following behind you. You reached up behind a pair of your shoes on the second shelf and got the Bengals onesie along with the mini football and handed it to Joe who looked confused.
âUh? Who is this for?â
âYou. Even though I should throw the football at your head for how you talked to me.â
âI⊠wait⊠you're pregnant?â
âYes and you would have found out on Monday if you weren't busy being an asshole. I was so excited to tell you, but that quickly went out the window.â
âBabeâŠ. I⊠I'm sorry. I promise that it will never happen again. You were only trying to help me and I took that for granted. And I also ruined this.â He said as he held up the onesie to examine it.
âHmm.â
âI bought you some peonies. They're downstairs in the kitchen.â He quietly told you as he played with the football you had handed him.
âI'll look at them later. The baby is a boy and I hope you teach him how and how not to speak to his significant other so he can learn from your mistakes.â
It was still awkward between the two of you after you had come back home from being with Jazmine for a few days. Now that he knew about the little life inside of you, It seemed like every waking moment he was asking you if you were okay and getting you anything that you might need and bringing it to you. You could admit that it was nice and he was trying to do his best in order to make it up to you.
Since you had somewhat finally got your nausea under control, you decided that you would go to the game this week and see him play but made sure to have meds and ginger ale on stand by. It was an away game as they were playing the Carolina Panthers and Jazmine quickly volunteered to go with you. She told you that she wanted to keep you company, but deep down you knew it was because of her huge crush that she had on Ja'Marr even though she would probably never admit it.
The two of you had just gotten situated in your suite because you knew for a fact that if Joe caught you in the stands with regular fans that he would have a fit. An incident occurred last season before his wrist injury which included so called âfansâ harassing you. He knew how much you liked being near the action, but from that point on, in order to not compromise your safety, you always needed to be in a suite for his peace of mind.
âOh! There's your man!â Jazmine said as she nudged you, but rolled your eyes.
âYou only noticed because of who he's standing next to.â
âI⊠donât ever know what you mean bestie.â She replied as she was heavily eyeing Ja'Marr.
âSure, sure. I need to get you two to go on a date so that we can all be put out of this misery.â
âHe's cute!â
âAnd single, so shoot your shot.â You told her as you felt a wave of nausea come over you and quickly grabbed your ginger ale taking a sip.
âTell his bestie a.k.a. your husband to put in a good word for me.â
âI'll see what I can do.â
âI literally can't wait for the double dates.â
It was nearing the end of the game and it looked like for the first time this season that the Bengals would actually have a win which you knew Joe would finally be excited about.
âYou know what you should do?â Jazmine asked as she turned to look at you.
âWhat?â
âHe already doesn't know you're here so surprise him in his hotel room. You know where he's staying soâŠ.â
âAnd he always leaves a key for me at the front desk just in case I decide to come to an away game.â
âSee? Perfect. Yall need to have make up sex because both of you are still acting awkward around each other when you've seen each other naked and his private parts have been in your mouth and yours in his which is still so weird to me.â
âJazmineâŠ.â
âLike I remember the first time you told me you deep throated him.â
âJazmineâŠ.â
âHad him seeing stars and shit.â
âJazmineâŠ.â
âJust saying. You need to get dicked down. And his first win of the season? Oh girl the paint on the walls needs to be peeling by the time yall get finished.â
âJAZMINE!â You called her name for the fourth time before you busted out laughing.
âWhat!? What'd I say!? You know it's true. He might end up putting another one in you.â
âDon't you wish that on me!â
âThat man is about to turn you every way but loose. You always said you wanted a lot so don't switch it up now. I'm actually surprised yall don't have ten kids already.â She said as she held her hands up in defense.
You rolled your eyes before laughing at her and unlocked your phone to go to your text messages. You read where Joe had sent you which hotel that they were staying at and saw that it wasn't very far from the actual stadium. If you didn't want to hit the stadium traffic, you decided that you should leave now to give yourself enough time.
âWhat's that look for?â Jazmine asked as she saw the wheels in your head turning.
âI'm about to head to the hotel. That way it'll be easier for me to maneuver because everyone else is still watching the game.â
âWell don't let me stop you. Go and spend time with your man. Just lay on the bed with nothing on. I'll text you when my flight is about to take off.â
Getting to the hotel and getting the key to his room wasn't a problem and you were waiting patiently for him to get there as you were laying down on the bed and scrolling through your phone.
You then noticed that you didn't have a lot of battery left and stood up to get your charger out of your bag when you heard the door open.
Joe walked in and was surprised to see his wife in front of him and instantly smiled.
âI didn't realize that I was going to have a special guest.â He said as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you as he placed a kiss on top of your head.
âI decided at the last minute to come and Jazmine volunteered to come with me.â You told him as you stepped back to stare up at him.
âCongratulations by the way. I'm very proud of you. Even though I was proud of you before.â You told him as you reached up to kiss him.
âThank you. I think because youâre here is why we probably won.â
âI don't know about that. You give me too much credit.â
It was quiet for a few minutes as the two of you simply stared at each other before Joe was the first one to break the silence.
âI hate fighting with you and I'm sorry. The entire thing is my fault and you were just trying to help. Are you still mad at me?â
âHow many times are you going to apologize? It happened, we moved on from it. And no. It takes too much energy for me to be mad at you.â
âBut I still feel like shit. I can't believe that I talked to my own wife like that. I see why you wanted to throw the football at my head. You had a good reason.â Joe muttered and you stifled a laugh.
âYou can make it up to me now, though â You told him as you let go of him and reached behind you to undo the clasp on your bra.
âHow and what are you doing?â
Instead of you answering him with words, you simply pulled your bra out from underneath your shirt and threw it onto the floor after you had taken it off without taking off your shirt.
Joe simply bit his lip before he reached down to kiss you as he backed you up until the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently laid you down and told you to move until you got to the top.
âMove up higher for me.â
Once you did and got settled, Joe was playing with the bottom of your shirt which happened to be his jersey before pulling it up over your head leaving your top half bare in front of him.
Soft kisses were placed all along your body starting from your collar bone and working all the way down until he got to your shorts quickly unbuttoning them. You lifted your hips so that he could pull them away from your body along with your panties and spread your legs wide as he placed kisses along each thigh.
âYou're so beautiful, baby. You know that?â
âHmm, I think that you've told me once or twice before. But I always love hearing you say it.â
âAnd I'll never get tired of saying it.â
As he held onto your thighs, you instantly felt his mouth on you and a quiet moan couldn't help but to escape your lips.
âShh. Stay quiet for me, baby. The last thing I want is to hear Ja'Marr complaining that you were too loud because his room is next to mine. I won't hear the end of it.â
âYou shouldn't make me feel so good then. And it's not like he hasn't heard us before.â You replied as Joe immediately scoffed.
âLike that's ever going to happen. Keep those legs spread for me or I'll do it for you. Youâre already so wet and I've barely done anything.â Joe quietly said as he was running his fingers along your folds making you buck your hips forward.
âI think my wife is growing impatient and she better behave herself because if she doesn't I'll edge her all night. You know I love you, right?â
âYes and I love you right back.â
âGood, remember that because I'm about to fuck you like I don't.â
â
âOh shiiit.â You blurted out as Joe was pounding into you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you so that your noses were touching.
He quickly took advantage of the opportunity and brought you into a kiss before placing your legs on top of his shoulders.
You had lost count of how many times you had hit your peak that night and was surprised that Joe still had so much energy. Seeing as it was now close to two in the morning. You guess you can blame it on the high from winning the game.
Without warning he slipped out of you making you whimper before he moved down to be face to face with your core once more and began to eat you out again which felt like the millionth time this evening.
âMmm, baby. Right there, stay right there.â You gasped as he began moving his tongue in and out making you squirm.
Joe could tell you were close as he held you down in place and began to suck on your clit.
âFuck! Babe, I canât take it.â
âYes you can. Give me one more.â Joe answered you as he went back to sucking on your clit.
Your back arched off of the bed as no sounds were coming out of your mouth and knew that it was only a matter of time before you came all over his face, as you've done so many times already. Sure enough you felt it building up and tried to push Joe away from you, but he just held onto you tighter.
âI know your ass is not trying to run away from me. I thought you were my good girl. Good girls don't do that.â
Your response to Joe was you squirming all over his face.
âAnd there it is. I knew you had one more in you.â Joe told you as he placed small kisses all along your thighs. You didn't even bother responding as you were trying to regulate your breathing and Joe crawled back up your body to kiss you before laying his head on your chest.
âDo you forgive me now?â He asked as he nipped at your breasts before taking one in his mouth and lightly sucking.
âYes, but I had already forgiven you. This was just a plus. But promise me that nothing like that will ever happen again no matter what the circumstances are. We communicate better than that.â
âPromise.â
The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes with your arms wrapped around each other when Joe's phone went off. He reached over to grab it while still holding onto you and unlocked his screen to see that it was a text from Ja'Marr.
Ja'Marr- are yall done yet? Because I have YET to go to sleep. I knew she was mad at you, but got damn.
âSee? Baby, I told you that you were too loud.â Joe said as he was trying not to laugh.
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"MS.UGLY DUCKLING" ft SIM JAKE



SYNOPSIS : growing up "ugly" was not for the weak. Being absolutely ignored both in and outside of school was not for the weak. No one is ever ugly forever though. Changing schools and meeting new people, but most importantly meeting him might have been the best choice you've ever made in a very, very long time.
CONTENT WARNINGS : angst (with a happy ending) + bullying + insecurities + strangers to friends + friends to lovers + written in second perspective + self deprication + fluff + long + little rushed + partially proofread
ACTORS : ENHYPEN JAKE x FEMALE READER
WORD COUNT : ~ 4k
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i. "WHY WON'T THEY EVER PLAY WITH ME," you asked your mother after returning home from a long and harsh first day of school. Your hair looked a mess, and dirt was scattered across your clothes, yet your voice sounded like childish innocence and pure wonder. Maybe it was too much for such a young child to realise that her newly made friends maybe weren't actually her friends?
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"I'm sure they didn't mean to?" She replied, her voice sounding soft and vulnurable, feeling like she was responsible for the sorrows and grief that her child had been put through, since she was the one who had bought you into this world. Instead of confronting the problem, she told her child that the world wasn't as evil as it seemed, that thinking on the bright side, or the possibilities, were the correct way to live life.
Eight-year-old girl walked up the stairs with heavy weights glued beneath her feet after dinner was finished. You threw yourself onto your bed that was neatly made in the morning before you went to school happily, just to come home opposite of the way you left. The softness of the pillow and blanket laying on your bed was enough to comfort you as you buried your face deep into it and wrapping the blanket around you tightly. You wished for friends, and you wished to be happy, but most of all, you wanted to be like everybody else.
ii. ONE MORE DAY at school, the daily mistreatment never seeming to come to a halt. You walked through the corridors anxiously holding onto the straps of your backback tightly with your pair of eyes wandering all over the place in case of danger. This was certainly not nessecary for a child your age, but when nobody chooses to help, you've got to start taking care of yourself.
Maybe it was your nerves that made it feel as if everyone's eyes were on you, but their mouths would open to release a fit of laughter that they had held in until specifically you walked past them. You crossed your arms, feeling extra aware of yourself now, guessing that they were laughing and giggling at you, which you didn't appreciate, but you were also too insecure and scared to speak up against them.
You reached your locker, looking forward to being able to collect your throught, away from everyone else, the locker shielding you away from their piercing gazes and judgemental stares and whispers. As you look up from your shoes, you see piles of gum stuck onto your locker, the gum being pressed onto the metal aggressively by the people you wished you didn't see. It was them; the popular girls of the school, and few of many people who seemed to despise you. They saw you standing there, shooting you an all too familiar look before walking away with their hips swaying from side to side dramatically.
You approched your locker to finally see what they were doing up close, "UGLY!" it read. You felt embarrased imagining all the people who passed by and saw this. Did they laugh? Did they feel bad for you? What did they think? You wanted to run away and hide in a deep hole you'd dig up with all the stored up shame inside of you.
iii. "MOM, DO YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?" You asked your mother once more, years after the first, but soon to the recent encounter. "I think you're very pretty." She says, but your gut tells you another story. "Really?" You ask, awaiting her response that takes a long while before she hums lowly. That just confirms it, she wasn't being honest. "Thanks," you say, with no emotion in your tone. She looks away and eats her dinner quietly.
You quickly finish yours, and wash it in the faucet, the soap bubbling up and covering your fingers as you scrub and rub the plate, utensils and glass that you used. After finishing that up, you return to your room, locking it behind you. You hid under the covers for a while until it got too suffocating and warm, leaving you itchy and irriatted before sliding out and standing in front of the mirror. You inspected every inch and detail of your face, feeling not so content with some parts. You sighed at your reflection that looked back at you with tired, red eyes. At just fourteen years old, you began caring about how you looked, and how others precieved you, so you took matters into your own hands. That night, you stayed up all night searching for 'how to be prettier' and scrolled endlessly through social media.
The next day, you had decided to get a new hair cut to maybe fix the way you looked, you knew excatly what you wanted, and how to cut it. Before anyone else woke up, even before the first birds chirped their morning tune, you made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a pair of scissors in your grasp. You carefully cut strand for strand, the same way you remebered how the video showed. "It doesn't look too bad." You think to yourself, and then you hear footsteps outside the door. Your eyes quickly scanned the hair that layed on the tiled floor and faucet, wondering what to do with it.
Too late. The door slowly swung open and in came your mom. She was silent upon seeing the scene, the horror only showing in her eyes. "What happened here?" She asked like a sharp whisper. "I just cut my hair..." You reply equally quiet. You see her shake her head in disappointment, so you turn your head down, looking at all the hair that had been flying everywhere while you had fun cutting your hair, and suddenly you weren't as proud of your hair cut like you were before. "Go get the broom, y/n." You obeyed your mother's order and hurried out of the bathroom feeling tears of embarrassment reaching your eyes.
iv. YOU STARTED WEARING MAKE UP to cover up, but to everyone else, you told them that you wore make up becase you thought it looked pretty. Still, they'd give weird glances toward each others, which you knew was their way of judging you.
Each morning, you woke up early to sit in front of your mirror examining your appearance like you always did. Hoping and praying to somehow change over night, you hated how your features looked together. You opened the drawer of your vanity and picked up sponges and brushes, leaving them aside for later use while you chose the different essintials. You had prepared the whole summer break to look pretty. Every day, you followed a new tutorial, improving as you continued. You did all this to look presentable at school.
You thinly spread the foundation across your face, dabbing the liquid evenly all over as you moved onto the next step. You sat there for a long time, perfecting each detail and mole, brushing your brows and coating your eyelashes with mascara, and lastly smacking your lips together after applying lipstick.
You stood in front of your larger mirror that you had ignored and hidden away since you never wanted to see yourself ever, but now you felt prepared. In your eyes you looked prettier. You wore your hair differently, you had earrings and necklaces, the school uniform from last year looking a lot better than you remembered. The confidence boost put a smile on your face as you made your way downstairs and made yourself breakfast.
In the kitchen, your mum was sipping her coffee calmly, but as she saw you walk in, her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't say anything. "Good morning!" You greeted happily, and she waved her hand slowly, still trying to process what was happening. "You look different." She comments, and you are content with that reply, and answer, "Thank you, mum!" You proceed to eat your breakfast and then made your way to school.
At shcool, you felt everyone's eyes hooked on your face. The corridors got quiet when you walked by, and you heard murmurs and whispers about you, "Is that really y/n?" "No way..." "What happened." You didn't know what context to put it in and just walked with hurry in your steps, wanting to get to your class and focus on your studies.
Lunch also happened to be no different compared to before your make over, the group of three girls made their way to your table, cackling amongst themselves, planning what to do today. You, who already finshed your lunch stood up to walk away, not wanting to have an encounter with them, until one of them, the blonde barbie, knocked into you with her lunch tray, spilling her food and drink all over you. "oops!" he chuckled cheerily, enjoying the laughs and fingers pointed at you from around her in the cafeteria. You angrily stood up and rushed over to the bathroom, feeling embarrassed once again.
v. "I WANT TO CHANGE SCHOOLS." You say to your mother after a long while of thinking, fearing that you might make the wrong decision, but what could possibly go worse than how it already is? Your mother is sneering at you from the side as she puts down the bags of groceries by the sink. She hums, and you wait for her reply, feeling your heart beat through your ribs, beating so hard that you start belive it'd jump out of your body any second. To be fair, you'd rather for that to happen than to be rejected of this preposition. "Are you sure?" She asks with uncertainty in her voice after silence, and you nod your head, "Of course." "Think about it for a little more, and then we can ask your father when he returns home." She says and walks away. How much longer could you ponder it when you're already certain.
You help her organise the groceries, washing them in the sink to sterilise it of bacteria before placing it in either the fridge or freezer and taking your sweet time, not knowing what else to do other than lay in your bed or be on your phone scrolling through social media.
So, that's exactly what you did for the past hour or so after your chores.
Of course it was boring, but you had nothing else to do. Homework was done, your room was clean and you could only wait for dinner with your father. You heard the sound of the stove from your room, and rushed down to help prepare with your mother. You plated the dinner table, helped your mum with the dishes and washed them afterwards, now you waited in your seat for your father to arrive home from work.
You hear the door slide open, the sound of keys jiggling from the entrance. You sit straight in your seat, resembling a meerkat on its legs as you inspect the person who enters the kitchen. Your father walks in with his coat still slung over his shoulders, his briefcase slamming onto the kitchen counter while he sighs. "Hello, dad!" You greet him cheerfully, and he simply nods his head in your direction. Your mum rose from her seat to help him with his jacket and hat, but he just shrugs her off, and you notice both of their irritated moods.
Dinner was quiet - the sound of utenstils hitting each other and then being left on the plates filled the house. "y/n wanted to ask something." Your mum blurts out, wanting something to happen, being too awkward in this stale atmosphere. You see him look at you from the corner of your eye and he clears his thoat. "Really? What is it?" He asks, and you manage to utter the same statement from before. It takes a moment before you get a reply again, but he says, "I'll think about it." You pleaded with both your parents to let you change schools until they finally caved in with an extended sigh.
vi. YOU WALKED INTO THE FULL CLASSROOM feeling everyone's eyes glued on you, the feeling being vagualy familiar yet different. Some leaned over to their friend, whispering something, but as you saw them and they made eye contact with you, you wanted to shove yourself inside a locker. "Everyone, this new student ..." You zoned out her speaking until she placed her palm on your shoulder and asked you to intruduse yourself to everyone. "Hello, I am y/n l/n, and I really hope we can all be friendly," You said, and then walked over to the empty seat that the teacher pointed at.
As you take a seat, you take extra notice of your bench mate. Oh, how beautiful she was, her hair looked neat, her skin looked perfect and her eyes... You finally took a seat and did what everyone else did - copying what the teacher wrote. After class, you observed your schedule, confused by where to go. This school was big, and you were a new student who just joined, there was no way you could ask anyone else for help except the teachers, but the one in you room had already left. The girl from beside you tapped you on the shoulder and you turned your head curiously.
"Do you need any help?" She asked, and you nodded. "Help would be appreciated, thanks."
You spent the day with her, laughing and talking like never before. It was comforting to have someone like her beside you. At the end of school, she walked you outside of school and there you saw a group of other people gathered, and they waved in your direction. You turned to see your newly made friend, Yoona, waving back. Her pace quickened as she rushed over to the group, pulling you along by the sleeve of your uniform when she noticed you standing still.
It was a fairly small gang, but they still stared at you as you arrived. They all greeted each other, hugging and chatting till Yoona introduced you to the rest. Her voice sounding so smooth.
As she spoke, you noticed this guy. His hair was long and swept in waves, his eyes soft and brown filled with warmth and kidness. You learnt that his name was Jake from your friend's introduction. "Y/n, wanna come to karaoke with us?" She asked, and you shook your head. "Sorry Yoona, but I gotta head home now" you say, not wanting to interrupt the harmony established amongst the people. She nodded understandingly and let you go, waving her farewell.
On your way home you realised you had made a new friend. A real one at that, but thoughts of insecurities snaked its way into your mind. What if she was just being kind? To say that this could possibly be one of many occurrence was high, and the possibility that you'd fit in was low.
vii. YOU FOUND YOURSELF IN THE PARK with them. You've come to the realisation that a new start was exactly what you needed. Your feet swung you back and forth on the swing, hearing the laughter of everyone around you and feeling the warmth in your heart expand. You had gotten close to everyone, but Jake seemed to have a special place in your heart for some reason.
"Anyone wanna go to the arcade?" Someone called out, and everyone said yes, including you who never went along with them. On the way there, you walked along side Jake, chatting with him and joking. "So what made you change schools so suddenly." He questioned, and you shook your head with an awkward chuckle, "Nothing, I just wanted to." Jake had this friendly smirk on his face as he nudged his shoulder against yours, "you can't be serious. You probably had a lot of friends there." You had your eyes focused on the road as you tried to comply a decent reply. "I mean-" as you were about to answer, everyone had already arrived at the arcade. You found this to be the perfect escape.
Everyone rushed inside, being bombarded with games and bright lights. Almost immediately, you spotted the claw machines. You eyed it like it was candy. There were many plushies, but you really really wanted the bunny one. Jake who was close by saw the way your eyes lit up and approached you with his hands in his pocket. "If you beat me in any game, I'll get you that plushie." He says, and you turn to look up at, his lips being extremely close to your face. "Are you sure you wanna bet?" You asked and he nodded his head, "Go ahead, choose a game." You pointed at an air hockey board and Jake ushered you over there with his palm resting on your shoulder.
You played a couple of games, and you were determined to win. Jake, not so much. His eyes roamed everywhere except for the hockey puck, his eyes landed on your concentrated face a handful of times, observing your reaction to each goal. You easily won and rushed over to his side, cheering. Your smiles were contagious, and Jake laughed, exposing his pearly teeth. "You wanted that white bunny, right?" He asked, and you nodded. "You could get whichever one, really." He made his way to the machine, you standing beside him. Jake kissed his coin before inerting it into the machine. It took him many tries before he sighed and collected his calm once more. "You don't really need to continue, Jake." You tell him, but she shakes his head and stretches his arms and back. "I'll get it this time. I might need more luck though." You see him point at his cheek with a smug smile. "That's silly." You reply sarcastically and he pleads with you giving you the puppy eyes before caving in. You stand on your toes and quickly peck him on the cheek shyly. Your heart was pounding and you could feel your cheeks turn rosy at the act.
He winks at you once before turning to the machine with one last try. His focus is evident in his fierceful gaze and you also hope for him to win this time, mostly becuase you start to feel bad for all the coins he's lost.
While being consumed by your own thoughts, Jake celebrated his win. He turned around to hand you the bunny, but saw you spacing out. He snapped his fingers in you face and you shook you back into reality. You finally processed the fact that he had won after staring at the plush in his arms. Jake gently hands it to you and you take it with a smile. "Woah! Thank you so much!" You thank him over all the other people's conversations around you two.
The rest of the evening was spent with silent glances that held adoration between the two of you. and eventually, it was time to go home. You all gathered outside the arcade to wave each other off before going their separate ways.
You notice that Jake was taking the same way as you and you stopped in your tracks to let him catch up to you. "Do you also take this way?" You asked him. "Kind of, I actually wanted to walk you home." He rubbed the back of his neck before you two began walking again. "You could've told me before, you almost looked like a creep." Jake chuckled at your remark and said, "I would've, but I guess I got shy." with his thick accent seeping through.
The sound of crickets and owls hooting filled in the silence during the short walk to your front door step. "Thanks for walking me home, Jake." You say as you search for your keys in your purse. He was silent for a while as you unlocked your door. "Y/n, I have something to ask you." You turned to him curiously and arched an eyebrow. He was obviously nervous as you saw him fidgeting with his own fingers and clearing his throat over and over again to muster up the courage to ask,
viii. "WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME, Y/N?" It had totally slipped your mind that prom was soon. You stood there wide eyed at the question. "You're not joking with me right." You wonder if he's pranking you, but he shakes his head. "Why would I joke with a pretty girl like you." His tone sounds genuine, but you still can't shake this feeling of uncertainty. "There's many other people you could've asked, but instead you chose me." The identical feeling of hopelessness returned after finally being chased away. "Becuase I only want you. Y/n, please." It takes a while for you to open your mouth an reply, but you feel the cold sweat coat your hairline and seeing Jake's soft expression was not helping you to calm down.
"I need to think about it, sorry."
You take notice of how Jake's expression turns dark when you shut the door and lock it behind you. You rush up the stairs and sprint into your room, ignoring your mother's calls. The plushy you had gotten from Jake was thrown onto your bed as you hurry to look out the window, observing him walk away from you. To your surprise, you see him look back at your house. Hurriedly, you pull out a diary that you had hidden under your mattress and write about everything, it isn't until after you're done taking notes that you feel bad for Jake. How must he feel?
You take a look at the plush he gifted you, and groan at the dilemma.
ix. THE NEXT DAY at school you searched for Jake everywhere, but you never saw him. Your mood visibly worsened as the day had come to an end without seeing him once. Yoona took notice of this and decided to question you. "Is everything okay?" She asked you and you nodded your head with a hum. "Yoona, have you seen Jake today?" She shakes her head and pulls out her phone. "He sent me a text this morning that he wouldn't come today since he felt under the weather. Why?" "Nothing, just wondering." You quickly blubber, grabbing your stuff quickly. "Hey, what's the rush? Wait for me alright." You hear Yoona chuckle as she packs her stuff. You apologise and wait for her.
You two part ways at the split road with a hug, and you gradually start to jog your way to his place. You stand there on his door step, bag slung over your shoulder with your fingers twisting the hem of your skirt. "Is it too late to turn around?", you think you to yourself. You shake away these thoughts, and raise your curled up fist to knock, but to your surprise, Jake opened the door, his eyes looked equally as shocked as yours. "Uhm, so I wanted to talk to you." You utter, and see Jake sigh. "Sure, I'm going on a walk if you wanna follow along." You nod and walk behind him.
"So, I've been thinking." His interest perks, and he glances your way. "I'll go to prom with you, but I don't understand why me? I'm not pretty. I'm not that ....good." You voice comes out weak, and Jake stops walking. "Don't say that. Not only are you incredibly beautiful, but you're also so, so kind and caring." He approaches you, his hand gliding up your cheek. "Are you not angry at me?" You ask, trying to avoid his eyes. "Angry? At you? That's ridiculous." He scoffs playfully, and you finally get the courage to look him in the eyes. "I might've been slightly upset since I thought you rejected me, but i guess I have a date for prom!" He smiles brightly and you look at him awestruck. "Of course," you reply and kiss him on the cheek once again with your arms swung around his neck, and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist. "You make me so happy." He is smiling widely as he pecks your face with butterfly kisses.
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My Sisterâs Keeper



summary: Aemond intends to send you away to protect you after he starts the war, but Aegon isn't ready to let you go.
pairing: Aegon & Aemond x Sister!Reader
word count: 1.8k
warnings: Explicit smut, mention of death, incest, threesome, p in v sex, oral (m&f receiving), voyeurism, male masturbation, infidelity (reader is married to Aemond), lactation kink, choking, cum play/eating, spit, Aegond kiss!! (oop) 18+ MDNI
note: Uhhhh. I'm sorry??? I feel like I just breezed through this, idk I was horny lol. Feedback is appreciated!
Youâll never forget the look on Aemondâs face when he first arrived back to the Red Keep from his journey to Stormâs End. Your family was desperate in the inevitable, upcoming war against Rhaenyra so Aemond had been sent to help strike up a proposal between one of Lord Borrosâ daughters and the youngest son of the late king Viserys, Daeron Targaryen.
Sitting in the large bed of your shared chamber, you had been anxiously awaiting his arrival, chewing your fingernails down to bloody nubs.
âAemond!â you practically leapt into his arms when he appeared sopping wet in the doorway. Overjoyed to see heâd returned in one piece, but something was off, something was wrong. He was vacant, like he had seen a ghost.
âLucerys Velaryon is dead.â
With that simple sentence you knew your lives would be changed forever.
âYou cannot just make me disappear,â you said to your husband through gritted teeth, as your voice trembled, lump in your throat forming as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.
âIf we are not here they will just go looking for us.â
âAnywhere is safer than here, my love.â Aemond answered coolly.
âIf you think this decision was not difficult to make, you are wrong. It is simply what's best for the both of you. You and the babe will be staying in Dorne until I know for certain that it is safe for you here.â
âBut ââ
âBut nothing! This is not up for debate,â he growled at you, âthe decision has been made and it is final!â His words cut through you like a knife.
âYou cannot make a decision like this. You are not the king.â
âNo â he retorted, âbut I am your husband, therefore, when it comes to you and my child, what I say goes!â
You got up and exited your shared chambers with haste, not wanting Aemond to see you cry.
Your bare feet padded against the cold stone floor of the Red Keep, the walls echoed and groaned as you made your way to your eldest brotherâs chambers.
Aegonâs head perked up when he heard you come in. He stared at you sheepishly from behind his goblet of wine.
âHas he told you?â
Letting out a deep sigh, âhe has.â
âI cannot leave you. I will not leave you, Aegon.â
âI know, I know,â he says, patting the spot next to him, motioning for you to come and sit.
âOur half-sister is unpredictable,â he replied calmly, âthereâs no telling what she might do⊠not to mention, Daemon.â
As much as you did not want to admit it, both of your brothers were right. Accident or not, Rhaneyraâs son was dead. You would be a fool to believe she wouldnât be out for blood.
Aegon pulled you into his lap, his cock already half hard. You kissed him deeply as he grinded his hips up into yours. You ran your fingers through his unruly silver hair, enjoying the feel of his mouth on you. Completely lost in the moment, you hadnât heard Aemond enter the room.
He cleared his throat loudly to make his presence known.
âAemond!â
Your brother-husband stalked into the room, his violet eye scanning over you with amusement.
âOh please, do continue.â
Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to find the right words to say.
âDid you not hear me? I said continue,â Aemond repeated, as he approached you and Aegon.
âAemond, this is not what it looks like ââ
His brow furrowed at you as he gripped your chin forcing you to look him directly in the eye.
âDo you mistake me for a fool? You believed me to be unaware of your little arrangement?â
Still at a loss for words, you and Aegon just stared at your brother nervously. Aemond moved away a few inches and started to remove his tunic and his trousers. His cock strained hard against his small clothes, which he removed not long after. You gawked at him as he pumped his cock in his left hand, making his way back to you.
Aegonâs violet eyes beamed with excitement at this, pupils blown with lust. He took no time to nip at your neck, your earlobes, grinding against your core once again.
âI fear this is inappropriate,â you began.
âWhatâs inappropriate is you sneaking away from your husband to come fuck this wastrel,â Aemond began, his words thick with venom.
âClearly, you want the both of us. So have us⊠while you still can.â
A slight moan left your lips as you tilted your head to the side, allowing Aegon easier access to your throat, your gaze never leaving Aemondâs, his expression unreadable as he nodded his head at you.
Aemond had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the tip bright red, lushed and angry, his arousal already dripping from the tip.
Aegon leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, and began to suck harshly. Being that your babe was only two months old, you were lactating. A loud moan escaped your lips as you felt the milk begin to flow.
âFuck,â you breathed out, âjust like that. Youâre doing so good.â
You could feel his cock twitching against your leg at your praise as he continued to ravenously lap at your breast.
As he switched to your other breast he sucked harder at your stiffened peak, the milk coming almost instantly. He palmed your abandoned breast with his large hand, squeezing gently. Shivers ran down your spine as the sweet feeling of relief washed over you once again.
A growl erupted from Aemondâs throat and he unexpectedly pulled Aegon away from your chest. To your utter surprise, he crashed his lips against Aegonâs, tasting your milk on his tongue. You watched with bewilderment as your husband passionately kissed your brother, tugging at his unruly hair, moaning into his mouth. Arousal seeped from your core and onto Aegonâs thighs. Aemond broke the kiss abruptly and stared at you.
Aegonâs hands gripped your waist, flipping you around so you were underneath him. Your eldest brother positioned you so you were laying on your back comfortably against the pillows. He nestled himself between your thighs and hastily hiked your nightgown up over your waist. You shivered as his warm breath fanned over your folds. Before you could blink his tongue was prodding at your entrance. Your hands flew to the back of his head on instinct, pulling him closer into your center.
Aemond approached you carefully. He tapped his cock against your lower lip a few times, a signal for you to open your mouth. Just as he did so, Aegonâs tongue had reached the right spot, causing your mouth to gape open as a loud moan escaped your lips. Aemond took this as an opportunity to forcefully shove his cock into your mouth. You felt a rush of pleasure as Aemond's cock filled your mouth. You began to suck and lick it, eager to make him moan even louder. Aegon's tongue continued to explore you as you pleasured Aemond, and you felt your body quiver with pleasure.
If you knew being with another man in his presence would have this effect on him, you would have brought your affair to light long ago.
With a low groan of your name he pumped in and out of your mouth mercilessly, the salty taste of his precum evading your tastebuds. The air left your lungs as you gagged around him. You could feel the pent up anger Aemond held for the entirety of the situation with each brutal buck of his hips. Ever so slowly he pulled back, giving the you the illusion he was going to give you a break. But before you were able to catch your breath, his cock found his way to the back of your throat again. The faster he went, tears began to stream down your face.
As bubbles of spit began to form around the corners of your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks to the best of your ability. With Aegon now three fingers knuckle deep in your cunt it was almost impossible for you to focus on Aemond; but as the pace of his thrusts quickened you knew he was going to cum soon. You moaned around his length, the vibrations making his cock twitch, you could feel every throb of the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock.
âNo,â Aemond growled as he pulled himself from your throat, âI need to feel your cunt around me.â
Aemond all but shoved Aegon away from you, almost knocking him off the large bed. Aemond lined his cock up with your center and sheathed himself inside of you with quickness.
As Aegon now sat on the upper left corner of the bed, he watched intently as Aemondâs cock disappeared into you repeatedly. One hand tugged at his painfully hard cock and the other wiped the tears from your cheeks.
âYouâre doing so good, baby,â he cooed, âlook at how you take him so well,â he praised.
You nodded your head at him enthusiastically, pleasure overwhelming you. Aegon hooked his thumb into your mouth and you sucked and nipped at it intently.
There was no doubt that Aemond enjoyed the praise as well, snapping his hips even harder into your own. His cock bullied your sweet spot mercilessly. Your body tingled with a mix of pleasure and pain as Aemond's thrusts intensified; pressing hard against your cervix. His large hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. The overwhelming sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the raw desire consuming your every thought.
âFuck, Aemond, Iâm going to cum!â you screamed as your hot waves of pleasure coursed through you.
Aegon watched intently as your orgasm wracked your entire frame, his own following not long after. He let out a loud groan as he came into his hand. He flashed an evil grin at Aemond as he brought his fingers to Aemond's mouth, shoving them down his throat.
Your husband gagged around his digits, sucking Aegon's release from them.
As the aftershock of your orgasm continued to pump though you, your cunt squeezed around Aemondâs cock. The depravity of it all overwhelmed him and Aemond came with a shudder. With one final thrust and a loud grunt, he was spilling himself inside of you.
As Aegon removed his fingers from your husband's throat, Aemond leaned over you, his cock still buried deep inside you.
"Open up, baby," he said before spitting directly into your mouth, a mixture of his saliva and Aegon's cum evident on your tongue. You swallowed with a contented hum.
Aemond pulled himself out of you and got up quickly.
You curled up in the bed next to Aegon, Aemondâs seed seeping out of you onto the sheets, sleep finding you almost immediately.
âShe can stay here for the night,â Aemond said as he leaned down to kiss your sweat-drenched forehead.
Aegon frowned at his brother.
âAemond, we cannot make her leave,â he rasped, desperation clear in his voice.
âI think she needs to leave now more than ever, brother. To ensure nothing like this ever happens again.â
A loud sigh escaped Aegonâs lips as he diverted his gaze from Aemond to you, pushing your hair out of your face, admiring your beauty.
âEnjoy your time with her tonight. She will be on her way to Dorne by morning.â
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Û« êŁà§ A TRIM || carl grimes x female reader
summary: carl refused to let anyone near his hair after losing his mom, but when he desperately needs a trim he goes to the person he trusts most, you.
(intended lowercase)
warnings: mentions of losing a parent.
pure fluff




âa trim, got it?â
carl twisted around in the chair he was sitting on to face you, you could tell he was nervous and you understood why. he hadn't cut his hair since he was 13, lori used to give him haircuts and he couldn't bring himself to let anyone else do it after she died, until now.
you currently stood behind him, a pair of shears held in your dominant hand while your other held a comb and spray bottle. âyes, a trim, I got it. now, are you gonna sit still and let me start?â you teased, a brief laugh passing your lips.
he nodded, removing the bandage from around his face and setting it on the counter next to his hat. âyeah, just please be carefulââ
âcarl.â you interrupted, making eye contact with him through the mirror, taking in his worried expression. âI know how important your hair is to you and I will be very careful, I just need you to trust me.â
he caught his lip between his teeth before giving you a curt nod and straightening his posture. âokay.â
you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a gentle kiss to the top of his head before starting. you grabbed a section of his hair, spraying it with the water until it was drenched, repeating this until his hair was thoroughly soaked. you didn't have a lot of experience with cutting hair and you were beyond nervous, but when he came to you and asked you if you would give him a trim you didn't have the heart to tell him no.
you took a deep breath before grabbing a decent portion of hair, bringing the comb to it and running it through it, stopping about an inch from the bottom, holding it up so carl could see it, âhow's that?â
âthat's fine.â he concluded after a few moments of staring at it, closing his eyes tightly when you brought the scissors up to his hair.
you hesitated. you knew how important this was to him, when he told you stories about his mom your heart would ache for him, and his hair was one of the only things left he could relate to her besides judith and messing this up would break his heart.
the sound of the scissors snipping the hair caused you both to flinch, you watching the hair fall to the tiled floor.
you exchanged a glance with him to make sure he was still comfortable, and you continued, copying your previous cut over and over again until you had chopped roughly the same length of hair off of every section.
the bathroom was completely silent minus the sound of the scissors and you shuffling around, neither of you could bring yourselves to speak, both too focused on your movements to say anything.
eventually, you finished the larger part of his hair and all that was left was his bangs. you walked around so you could be face to face with him, examining the way his bangs framed his face. âokay..â you mumbled, grabbing the larger portion of his bangs between your index and middle finger using them as a guide and you worked on his fringe while trying to avoid getting any hair in the open wound on his face. once you were satisfied with how that side looked, you moved onto the other side, making a few quick snips before setting the scissors down and stepping back to admire your work.
âwhat do you think? did I do okay?â
he stood up, leaning closer to the mirror to examine his hair as you watched him anxiously, awaiting his reaction. you rocked back and forth on your heel, your hands interlaced behind your back, âcarl?â you tried, becoming extremely paranoid that you had messed up, but your worry was quickly brought to an end when he wrapped his arms around you.
âit looks great, thank you.â
your worried expression was replaced by a geeky smile, and you returned his hug, giving him a tight squeeze. âoh thank god, I was so worried.â you laughed, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose,
âthank you, by the way.â he looked confused at your statement, tilting his head to the side slightly, âfor what?â
âfor trusting me, I know that this was hard for you and iâm glad you trusted me of all people.â
he ducked his head down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, smiling against the exposed skin, âiâm glad I did, too.â

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( drabble ) lips



pairing : boyfriend!quinn x fem!reader wc. 813
genre : fluff warnings : mentions of cuts
summary : quinn comes back home after a game with an injury you werenât expecting
ă authorâs note ă i had a few hc in mind about his lip injuryđ”âđ« ( it looks sm better now im glad for him â€ïžâđ©č )
the familiar sound of keys jingling at the door pulled your attention away from the book in your hands. you glanced at the clockâjust past 11 pm. the canucks had unfortunately lost a hard-fought game, and you had been anxiously awaiting quinnâs return. he always looked exhausted after a loss, ready to sink into the couch and talk about the highs and lows of the night.
as the door opened, you rose to greet him, a smile already on your face. but it faltered the moment you saw him. his lip. his poor top lip was split and swollen, the redness stark against his pale skin.
âquinn! what happened?â you gasped, rushing to him.
âitâs nothing,â he replied with a shrug, attempting a smile that only made you wince. âtook a stick to the face. happens all the time.â
your eyes widened. ânothing? quinn, that looks awful!â
he dropped his hockey bag by the door and kicked off his shoes, waving a dismissive hand. âreally, itâs fine. itâs just a cut.â
âjust aââ you cut yourself off, shaking your head in exasperation. you grabbed his hand, leading him to sit on the couch. âlet me look at it.â
âiâm okay,â he said gently, his free hand landing on top of yours to stop your fussing. his eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth tugged upward slightly. âi promise, babe. it looks worse than it feels.â
you sighed, still not convinced. âare you sure? did you disinfect it? does it hurt when youââ
ây/n, iâm fine,â quinn interrupted, chuckling softly despite the way his lip stretched uncomfortably. âi swear. but i really need a shower.â
you reluctantly let him go, watching him disappear into the bathroom. the sound of running water filled the apartment, but your worry lingered. quinn was always brushing off injuries, but that didnât mean they didnât hurt.
after his shower, he emerged looking refreshed, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. he dropped onto the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion. you tucked yourself beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek to avoid his injured lip.
âgoodnight, angel,â he murmured sleepily.
âgoodnight, q,â you whispered, still worrying as you watched him drift off.
âčââĄâ
the next morning, you were in the kitchen making coffee when quinn shuffled in, still looking half-asleep. he sat at the table, resting his chin on his hand as you placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of him.
you turned to grab your own plate, but when you looked back, quinn was just staring at his food, poking at it with his fork.
ânot hungry?â you asked, frowning.
âno, i am,â he said, his voice muffled. âitâs just⊠my lip.â
you tilted your head, studying him. his top lip looked even more swollen than last night, the cut more pronounced now that it had started to scab. your heart twisted at the sight.
âbabe, you shouldâve told me it was this bad,â you said, your voice laced with concern.
he gave you a sheepish look. âdidnât think itâd swell up this much.â
you sighed, scooping up his untouched plate. âiâll make you something easier to eat.â
ây/n, you donât have toââ
âshh. just let me take care of you, okay?â you interrupted, flashing him a small smile.
in no time, you whipped up a bowl of oatmeal, making sure it was soft enough not to hurt his lip. you set it in front of him, watching as he hesitantly took a bite.
âbetter?â you asked.
âyeah,â he admitted, his voice warm with gratitude. âthanks, baby.â
you leaned against the counter, a thought crossing your mind. âiâm going to pick up some disinfectant. that cut needs to heal properly.â
before he could argue, you were already grabbing your coat and heading out the door.
when you returned, quinn was on the couch, scrolling through his phone. you handed him the small bottle of disinfectant, sitting beside him.
âalright, letâs take care of this,â you said, gently tilting his face toward you.
he winced slightly as you dabbed the solution onto his lip, your touch as careful as possible. âyouâre spoiling me,â he teased, though his eyes shone with appreciation.
âsomeone has to, since you wonât take care of yourself,â you quipped, a playful smile on your lips.
when you were done, you leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the uninjured corner of his mouth.
âthank you,â he murmured, his voice soft.
âyou donât have to thank me,â you said, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. âjust promise me youâll be more careful.â
he chuckled, his eyes crinkling. âiâll try. for you.â
and for the rest of the day, you made it your mission to ensure he was comfortable, supported, and, most importantly, reminded of just how much he was lovedâeven with a swollen, battle-scarred lip.
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filling the void (2) II a.putellas x sister!reader



part one
so i kinda...angst'd a whole lot harder than planned? but the song listened to when breaking my own heart writing this was all the pretty girls by kaleo, i recommend a listen while you read! filling the void (2) II a.putellas x sister!reader
you tapped your foot somewhat anxiously as you sent a smile to the waitress hovering nearby, the older woman clearly wanting to take your order as she passed by for the fifth time since you'd sat down.
"buenos dĂas pequeña." your attention shifted as your breakfast date finally arrived, your anxiety that she might not come melting away as you stood to greet her, the older girl pulling you into a hug as you kissed her cheek.
"thank you for coming." you smiled a little nervously at olga as the two of you sat down, the waitress appearing again within seconds as you both ordered a coffee and she left you be with a food menu.
"thank you for inviting me." olga smiled, hanging her bag on her chair. "not that i do not want to have breakfast with you nena, but can i ask why i am here? you did not sound like yourself on the phone this morning." olga started gently as you nodded.
through the few years she'd been with alexia olga had of course been welcomed into the family with open arms, and albeit the growing gap between you and your sisters you still liked her a lot and visa versa.
olga had been the most nervous to meet you when she first started seeing alexia, knowing both from her girlfriend and through the grapevine that you had been incredibly close with her last partner jenni before she and alexia broke up, olga fearing you might resent her for not being jenni.
but right away you saw how happy olga made alexia and how she often brought out a different side to your eldest sister, something goofier, more juvenile and softer like when alexia was younger and there was far less responsibility on her shoulders weighing her down.
"sĂ, i wanted to apologise to you." you got right to the point, your sisters girlfriend quirking an eyebrow curiously but nodding for you to continue.
"i had no idea the event my friends invited me to was yours i promise, if i had known before i would not have agreed to go. but they bought my ticket for me and i only realized when we arrived that it was manuelas. then i tried to tell them why i couldn't go in but they insisted and i wanted a night out." you started, twisting the rings on your fingers nervously.
"but i should have thought about it more before i agreed to go inside. if someone found out i was underage and you were serving me alcohol you could have been in a lot of trouble and i did not think about anyone but myself." you sighed deeply, a noise which held far too much responsibility for someone your age making olga frown a little out of concern.
"so i am very sorry." you wrapped it up as your coffees arrived, thanking the waitress with a smile as you took a cautious sip and awaited olga to speak.
"thank you for apologizing pequeña." olga started softly once she'd had a mouthful of her own coffee, nails tapping absentmindedly against the burnt orange ceramic mug cupped in her hands.
"but i am not mad, and i was not mad at you the other night. i was just worried for you and for your safety which is why i tried to find you in the club before you ran away. but i can see now that i did not need to be because you are much more mature than any seventeen year old i've ever met, myself included." olga chuckled as she took another sip of coffee, a small smile curling onto your lips.
"but next time you want to go out with your friends to one of my events you come to me about it first, sĂ?" olga's tone became a little more serious as you quickly nodded in agreement.
"buena. or else i will have to stick pictures of your face behind the bar with a do not serve sticker across your forehead!" the older girl grinned teasingly which you returned, tension sucked away now as you visibly relaxed.
"so, estamos bien?" you checked in as you both grabbed the menu's to look at ordering some food. "sà pequeña, more than okay. but breakfast is on you since this is an apology!" olga winked making you laugh and agree with a nod, the two of you falling quickly into a different conversation.
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alexia looked up from her phone as the front door opened, smiling at her girlfriend who stepped through and hung her keys on the hook, the spanish captain standing quickly to greet her.
"hola mi amor." olga laughed against alexia's lips which were quickly pressed to hers in a series of soft kisses, breaking apart and heading for the kitchen as alexia took her seat back at the counter.
"how was your meeting?" alexia questioned, ready to leave for training in an hour or so. "was not a meeting." olga shook her head, opening the fridge intending to make a list of what was needed so she could go shopping while alexia was training.
"i met your sister for breakfast, she called and asked me while you were in the shower this morning." olga explained, nails tapping away at her phone screen noting down what needed to be bought.
"so alba can see you but not reply to me? i have called her three times this morning!" alexia groaned in annoyance with a roll of her eyes, pulling out her phone intending to give her younger sister a piece of her mind.
"no amor, not alba." olga's hand gently pushed the phone down as alexia frowned. "oh. you saw fresa?" alexia's eyebrows shot up in surprise as olga hummed with a nod of confirmation.
"she called to ask you out to breakfast." alexia echoed as again olga nodded. "sĂ, she wanted to apologise for the other night." olga started gently, knowing the last few days had been a large wake up call both for alexia and alba who had been in near constant contact trying to work out how to fix things.
"really?" alexia asked in disbelief. "really. ale sometimes i forget she is only seventeen, she has a very good head on her shoulders. she even paid for breakfast too." olga smiled as alexia sat there stunned, drumming her fingers on the counter clearly lost for words.
"you called to invite her over for dinner this week?" olga asked softly capturing her attention again, rounding the corner and slotting herself in between the taller girls legs.
"i tried but she will not answer alba or i, both our texts or calls she just blanks them." alexia sighed as olgas arms draped over her shoulders, nails scratching lightly at the base of her neck relaxing her a little as alexia's own hands settled on her girlfriends hips.
"can you blame her cariño? when is the last time you called her just to talk to her?" olga spoke carefully, alexia looking as though she might argue before she deflated. "i cannot remember." the blonde muttered, shame obvious in her features as she looked away.
"how did i miss this? how did i mess this up so badly? she hates me olga and i cannot even fault her for it!" alexia laughed bitterly, the brunette wincing in sympathy.
"she does not hate you mi vida, venga." olga grasped her lovers hand, pulling her off the stool and leading her over to the sofa, sitting down and gently tugging the taller girl to lean into her side, hugging her tightly.
"she should after what i said the other night." alexia admitted after a few moments of silence had passed, pulling away slightly as olga gave her a curious look and alexia sighed, not having been completely honest with her about everything.
"i was so angry with her and the fact she did not seem care about what could have happened. but i was just so scared, what if someone spiked her drink? took advantage of her? hurt her? anything could have happened that night and i have been so absent i would not have even known. something could have already happened and i would not know!" alexia exhaled shakily, olga tracing a thumb over her knuckles.
"but what did you say to her amor." olga pushed gently, alexia avoiding her eyes as she paused for a moment. "i told her she was a careless, stupid, selfish little accident." alexia admitted quietly, olgas hands immediately withdrawing from hers as she recoiled in shock.
"alexia." the brunette managed out in disbelief. "i know. i know, it was horrible and cruel and i knew it would hurt her. i was so angry and scared i lashed out at her." alexia recounted, the memory burned into her mind like a branding, the blonde had been replaying it over and over for the last few days.
"you have not spoken to her since? apologized?" olga frowned as alexia shook her head. "no, alba and i have both tried but she just does not answer." alexia dragged her hands down her face, cheeks burning with shame that she once had the nerve to call herself your protector.
"she used to be this tiny perfect little baby, i remember the day she was born alba and i were so excited. when mami told us she and papi would be having another baby we were always happy, always supportive. mami was so worried we would resent her because there would be such an age gap, making us promise we would never." alexia started, voice hoarse and raspy as she avoided the burning gaze of her lover sat beside her.
"but from the very moment i laid eyes on her i promised i would never let anything hurt her, i would spend my life looking after her and making sure she knew she was so loved. she was so small when i first held her, our abuela knitted her this little blue blanket and beanie and my pinky didn't even fit in her tiny hand. she had rosy cheeks and bright eyes and she was perfect, our little bundle of joy." alexia recounted fondly, olga shuffling a little closer and placing a hand on her knee.
"our papi used to joke that she was born with a personal security team. the first few months she was home alba and i would argue over who got to hold her, help with feeding, dress her. at night we would drag our pillows in and sleep on the floor by her crib, we used to talk to her for hours and she would just giggle at everything." alexia smiled looking off into the distance with a forlorn gaze.
"then as she grew up and got a little older she could be so annoying. always following alba or i around wanting to do whatever we did, always wanting to be around us and just like us, copying anything we did, stealing our clothes to wear too. but i used to get her to mimic whatever alba said for hours and hours, she hated it but fresa always did whatever i asked." alexia chuckled at the memory, a small smile tugging at her lips before it slowly faded.
"but the way she looked at me the other night, like i was just a stranger in her home who she didn't even know. where is my little pequeña with strawberry stains all over her shirt who looked at me like i was the center of her universe? our fresa." alexia managed to whisper out as olga winced.
"mi amor, she grew up." the brunette spoke softly as alexia nodded. "sĂ. i took my eyes off her for a second and now she is all grown up, and i have failed her as a sister." alexia muttered bitterly, angry now at herself and how she had been so selfish and blind to everything.
"then fix this alexia. make things right with her before she grows up anymore and it is too late."
~
you'd not heard them arrive as you were in the shower getting ready to hang out with your friends, eli surprised to see both her other daughters at her front door when she opened it.
"hola mami. can we come in?" alexia started, both girls having been far too ashamed of their behavior to reach out much this week as eli nodded and moved aside, both her girls kissing her cheek hello.
"is fresa here?" alba asked hopefully as they both took a seat at the island, eli returning to the kitchen to keep making dinner. "sĂ, she is in the shower." eli nodded, turning around to stir the rice boiling in the pot as alexia and alba shared a look.
"so you have both thought about what we spoke of?" eli asked without turning back around, glancing over her shoulder her eldest two nodded. "we have and we want to fix things. we really really want to fix things with her mami, thats our baby." alexia spoke for the two of them as eli turned around with a small smile.
"i told you both, she is not a baby anymore." eli cautioned gently, scraping the vegetables off her chopping board and into the pot. "she will always be a baby, our baby. but we know she has grown up mami, and we want to be there to watch her continue to." alba spoke now as eli hummed.
"so you are both going to make an effort then? and because you want to, not because you feel you have to?" eli clarified as her daughters nodded in promise.
"we don't know how we let it get so bad mami, we thought she was just...spending time with her friends, that she didn't need us around as much." alexia admitted guiltily as eli only hummed.
though before another word could be said footsteps were heard and your eyes widened as you stepped into the living room and suddenly there was 3 pairs of eyes trained on you.
"hola hermanita." alexia spoke first, tone soft and as she smiled your hackles went up, sure that this had to be some sort of trap. "hola." you replied back curtly, tearing your eyes away and edging around the room.
"i'll be home later mami." you smiled grabbing your house keys as your hand hovered on the door handle. "wait hija!" eli called out as you raised an eyebrow.
"can you stay for dinner? meet your friends after, i made your favorite." eli offered, though her tone conveyed that this was still your decision, not wanting to push you into anything as you tried to ignore your sisters eyes boring into the side of your head.
"vale, i will message them now." you agreed with a small smile, hurrying back to your room before anyone could say another word. as alba went to stand and go after you eli sent her a look which said it all, they needed to let you come to them.
"nena! dinner is done." eli called out to you a few moments later as alba set the table and alexia helped dish up. "i can go get her?" the eldest putellas offered when everything was ready and you'd still not ventured out of your room.
eli nodded and alexia set off, pausing outside your door with a hand raised, pausing for a moment before knocking gently, stepping back suddenly as it swung open.
"dinner's ready fresa." alexia smiled as you only nodded curtly. "don't call me that." you replied quietly, shuffling past her and heading for the living room as alexia frowned and deflated at your words.
"why not?" alexia followed after you though if you heard her you made no move to acknowledge it, alba patting the chair next to her with a hopeful smile as you ignored the offer and sat down next to eli.
alexia knew she should drop it, try not to push and let you come to her but as you all sat down to eat she couldn't help it. "why can't i call you fresa?" you paused at the question before rolling your eyes.
"because i'm not a baby anymore, its a stupid nickname." you mumbled before shoveling a forkful of food into your mouth, eli sending alexia a sharp stare warning her to drop the topic as she started to argue your answer.
an awkward silence fell around the table as you shifted uncomfortably, well aware of the four eyes boring into you across the table as you stared down at your food and tried to pretend it was like any other night and they weren't there.
but given the set table and change to your regular routine, it was hard to ignore completely.
growing up you'd always had a strict family rule about eating all together and always at the table, no exceptions. though as the years passed and suddenly it was just you and eli she had softened, the two of you often sitting together on the lounge eating dinner and watching some sort of spanish soap most nights.
"so, how is work going?" you heard alba ask and assumed the question was directed at your mami, zoning out a little until you felt a gentle nudge to your shoulder and looked up, blushing when you realized your sister was actually asking you.
"its fine." you shrugged quietly, a pause following as everyone waited for you to elaborate. when you didn't eli decided to step in, taking the slightest amount of pity on the obvious struggle your sisters had to try and mend things.
"she can now test and take the blood, she is thinking about going to medical school." eli spoke proudly as you glanced at her with a small smile and your sisters eyes widened in surprise.
"to become a doctor?" alexia asked quite stunned as you scoffed. "no to become a firefighter." you rolled your eyes again as alba snickered quietly, wincing as alexia stomped on her foot and shot her a glare.
"to become a nurse." eli corrected as you nodded. "what about tennis, do you have a competition coming up?" alba asked as you gave her a strange look. "i don't play anymore" you reminded as she frowned.
"how is mariona?" alexia asked next, referencing your childhood best friend, someone you were no longer friends with. "how would i know?" you shrugged still looking down at the table in front of you and starting to eat a little faster, uncomfortable with all this sudden attention and interest.
"well she is your best friend, no?" alexia questioned in confusion. "no she's not." you mumbled shifting a little as eli caught her daughters eye and subtly shook her head, urging her away from the topic as alexia frowned but dropped it none the less.
"i didn't think you liked peppers pequeña, used to fight and kick and spit them out." alba chuckled quickly changing subjects as you continued to eat. "almost like when people grow up their tastes change, crazy!" you muttered sarcastically as your sisters grin fell away.
"what about art? are you still taking classes?" alexia swooped in next as you raced to finish your food and eli watched on at the trainwreck this dinner was fast becoming. "don't do that anymore." you answered quietly among mouthfuls.
"why? you were so good fresa." alba frowned as there was a clatter as you dropped your fork into your now empty bowl. "don't call me that. i'm not your fresa, or your pequeña, or your hermanita or your chiqui. i'm not a baby anymore!" you warned with a huff, grabbing your empty bowl and standing.
"can i go now please mami? my friends are here." you asked eli in a much calmer tone who nodded as you darted to the kitchen, rinsing out your bowl.
"i'll be back late, don't wait up." you ducked down to kiss eli's cheek and made a beeline for the door, grabbing your keys. "what you don't say goodbye to us anymore?" alexia spoke up as alba elbowed her with a glare.
"oh no i forgot alexia. it must have been an accident!" you bit back, clearly intending your words to mean something else, enjoying the way your eldest sisters face paled.
"hermana i really need to-" but alexia couldn't finish her sentence before the door was closing and you were gone. "nice one ale." alba mumbled with a shake of her head, grabbing her and eli's bowls.
"don't wait up, how late does she normally get back mami?" alexia asked with a frown, ignoring her younger sister who was washing up their dishes.
"whenever. she has never been dishonest with me about her plans, i trust her and she is responsible, more than either of you two were at her age." eli pointed out as both girls scoffed. "mami!"
"so she just comes home in the middle of the night and you say nothing? she's seventeen!" alexia scoffed with a roll of her eyes.
"like i said alexia, i trust her. she might be seventeen but she has had to grow up a lot faster than most girls her age trying to keep up with the two of you." eli warned softly as alexia fell quiet. "those are her friends?" alba asked, watching out the window as you walked up to a car and two girls got out.
alexia was up and by her side in an instant, both your sisters watching you hug the two older girls before getting into the car and taking off. "they are too old for her to be hanging out with. what about all of her other friends from school? mariona? natalia?" alba questioned with a frown.
"like i said hija, your sister has grown up a lot faster than other teenagers. as for mariona, you will never mention her name in this house or around your hermana again. sĂ?" eli spoke firmly as both girls frowned.
"why? mami what happened?" alexia questioned as the older woman sighed, both girls taking their seats at the table across from her again. "when your sister left school, she drifted from her friends. nothing bad, but she worked and had different interests and schedule availability than they did. but mariona did not take it well." eli started to explain.
"she invited fresa to a party saying she missed her and wanted to reconnect, i dropped her there and everything seemed fine. your sister called me a few hours later and she was very upset, i picked her up and she wouldn't tell me what happened at first." eli sighed with a shake of her head.
"what happened mami?" alba asked quietly.
"your sister was seeing someone, only for a little while but she liked her a lot, it was her first girlfriend. mariona and this girl told her at the party in front of everyone it was all a bet to embarass her, the girl said she never liked her, everyone laughed at her and she left." eli finished with another deep sigh.
"they grew up together, they were best friends. how could she do that?" alba asked in disbelief as alexia sat beside her seething. "why does a sixteen year old girl do anything nena? teenagers can be cruel." eli smiled sadly as alba hummed.
"i will kill her." alexia stated with a determined nod, rising to her feet as eli scoffed. "you will do no such thing and you will not mention a word of this to your sister! sit down and promise me alexia." eli warned sternly as the blonde locked eyes with her, eli raising an eyebrow daring her to argue.
"prometo." alexia mumbled, sinking back down into her seat. "why didn't she tell us? she used to tell us everything." alba spoke up now as alexia sat back with her arms crossed and a stormy look on her face.
"she did, and then you both stepped away and fresa had to find other people to go to. those girls might be older but they are her friends, they were there for your hermana through all of that. they have looked after her and helped her in the ways i would have expected you both to, they are good girls and good friends to fresa." eli's tone was swift as again, needing to cut into both her daughters in front of her.
"but they aren't her sisters mami, we are. she's supposed to come to us, so we can protect her and look after her." alexia grumbled, still with a face like thunder, a slight jealousy brewing in her eyes.
"sĂ, but you have not done either of those things lately alexia and if you want to fix this then you need to admit that to yourself and own it. your sister had to find other ways to protect herself and other people to care about her when she felt like both of you stopped." eli raised her voice slightly now as alba shrunk into her seat wracked with guilt and alexia's hardened gaze fell to the ground.
"she tried to come to you and i watched her be hurt and dismissed by both of you and i will always regret not stepping in sooner. but i am stepping in now and if you both do not want to lose her forever, make the effort, do the work and fix this."
~
you waved goodbye to your friends as you arrived to the front door, rummaging around in your hoodie pocket for your keys, shoving them into the lock and stepping inside as your friends peeled off having waited until you got inside safely.
when you heard the tv you shook your head with a smile, closing and locking the door behind you as your keys dropped into the bowl with a clink.
"mami i told you not to wait u-" you fell silent as you rounded the corner and realised it was in fact not your mami sat awake, but rather both of your older sisters were staring back at you, a movie playing in front of them which neither seemed to be paying much attention to.
"oh, you're not mami." you mumbled, giving them a suspicious once over. but before you could even blink suddenly two taller bodies were pressed against you and you tensed at the unwanted and unexpected contact.
"qué es esto?" you asked, arms pinned down to your sides as your sisters clearly attempted to force you into some sort of group hug. "get off!" you huffed, trying to push them off or wiggle away to no avail.
"just hug us." alba demanded as you rolled your eyes and managed to shove her away, darting out of alexia's reach as she grabbed for you next. "you are both so weird." you grunted out with a scowl, hovering in the hallway.
"why are you still here anyway? do you not have your own homes to go to." you rolled your eyes once you had, shoving your hands into the pocket of your hoodie.
"you know at one point we used to live here, it was our home too fresa." alba spoke up first with an amused smile which only soured your mood. "yeah used to." you mumbled under your breath.
"and i told you both to stop calling me that." you spoke up louder now with a small huff. "since its miraculously your home again you can both show yourselves out then." you rolled your eyes yet again and turned to head off to your own room.
"fres-no wait, por favor." alexia called out as you stopped, shoulders dropping as again you looked toward them. "we waited up and thought you might want to watch a movie? we could stay over and all hang out." alexia asked perking up hopefully as alba nodded in agreement and sent you a smile.
"why would i want to to do that?" you replied bluntly, raising an eyebrow as you looked coldly back to both of them. "pequeña we know we have not been around or been there for you like we should have been lately, we want to fix that." alba started gently as your eyebrows furrowed.
"oh sĂ? you do?" you perked up as if interested as both of your sisters both brightened. "well i don't, i told you both the other night. stay out of my life!" your fake enthusiasm dropped as your eyes narrowed into a glare.
"hermanita por favor we-" alba again continued as you scoffed and shook your head, taking a step forward and cutting her off. "i am not your fresca or your chiqui or your pequeña or your hermanita. i am not a little kid anymore, the two of you made sure of that." you spoke so coldly it was near unrecognisable.
"what is that supposed to mean?" alexia frowned as you barked out a laughter which was anything but humerous. "i think you know exactly what it means. i am not stupid, i am smarter than both of you and i do not need your pity or your guilt now your heads are out of your asses!" you snapped, fists balled by your side.
"your friends cannot replace us even if you try nena, we are your sisters by blood. you will not succeed in pushing us away." alexia spoke holding her head a little higher as you snickered in disbelief.
"oh i am pushing you away am i ale? i am pushing you? would you like me to push you alexia?" you stepped forward and shoved at her chest, the towering girl barely moving as her hands grabbed yours.
"get off!" you hissed trying to pull your hands free. "no. i love you and i will fix this, we both will." alexia's voice wavered for just a moment as you fought her to let you go as she just attempted to bring you into a hug.
"quĂtate de encima!" you yelled now, your chest growing tighter with anxiety and feeling like a cornered animal as your sisters strong arms refused to let you go. "alexia." alba warned quietly, catching her eye as alexia shook her head.
"no! i love you. i love you vale? i am so sorry for not showing it and making you feel like i did not fresa. i love you mi hermanita!" alexia let go of your hands and grabbed at your face, forcing your eyes to lock with hers.
with a broken grunt you wrenched them away and shoved her again, catching her off guard as she stumbled backward and grabbed the corner of the counter to stop from falling over.
"hey hey, take a breath chiqui por favor, lets all just calm down." alba tried to coo at you, stepping closer as you instantly recoiled and shook your head. "why won't you listen!" you yelled at her now, chest heaving to try and force back the sob which wanted to rip free from it.
"i am not a baby anymore. you want to fix things? you love me? you miss me and suddenly want to hang out with me? ask me questions about my life? as if you suddenly care?" you could only whisper out now as hot tears began to pool at the corner of your eyes and you angrily wiped them away with the back of your hand.
"hija." your head whipped sideways to see eli stood a few feet away with a concerned gaze as you wordlessly shook your head. "no. no! no. vete a la mierda!" you spat venomously at the two older girls and took another step back still shaking your head.
"you both have no idea what it is like to go from having a home filled with laughter and love and noise to nothing. one day we were all living here and it was happy and i was happy and you both cared about me. we ate dinner together, we went to watch barca, we would stay up late watching movies and go for drives. but then the next suddenly it was just me here, just me." you started, swallowing hard as your nails buried crescent shaped dents into your palms where your fists were tightly clenched by your side.
"I had to watch the two of you grow closer and closer, going on trips together, out for dinners, to concerts, eating meals at each others houses, to football games together when ale was injured, through a phone screen." you continued, everyone else stunned to silence at the outburst which eli had feared was a long time coming
"when i felt you both pulling away i tried reaching out. for months i tried calling, texting, i barely got one word replies or your voicemails. i posted photo after photo after photo of me hanging out with friends just so you might see and invite me to hang out with either one of you!" you confessed, again angrily wiping away a few stray tears.
"you donât come over for family dinners anymore but you always seem to be eating at each others houses without me, you didnât even notice I stopped coming to your stupid football games alexia, and you didnât even notice we havenât gone for breakfast in months when we used to go every single sunday alba, every one!" your voice raised again as you swallowed down a hard lump and continued.
"but why would you notice? i am just a-what was it ale? a stupid, selfish little accident." you growled as your sister rapidly shook her head.
"no no no mi pequeña por favor i did not mean it, no no no lo siento mucho i did not mean it, promesa." again your eldest sister surged forward to cup your face in her hands, heart breaking at how small and defeated you suddenly looked. "off!" you harshly pushed her away and shook your own head.
"you meant it, and you knew it would hurt me and thats why you said it. at least own that alexia, own it!" you yelled those final two words so hard your throat started to hurt, exhaling shakily.
"my entire life i have done nothing but look up to both of you. i have held you both on a pedestal for years and i wanted to be just like you. i looked at you like super heros por el amor de dios!" you laughed as a sob got caught and came out more like you were choking.
"but then you left me behind and suddenly i did not matter, my life did not interest you, i was not old enough or cool enough or whatever to gain any of your time or care anymore. you both left me here all by myself without a single word! you. left. me." you worked to choke out, fighting to catch your breath as your body shook.
"when you both left everything I did was to try and get you to want to spend time with me again. i played tennis so you might come and watch my games and be proud of me alexia, you never came. i did art so you might see and want to come to a class with me alba, you never did. i forced myself to grow up and try to seem like I was more than just your annoying little hermanita, so you might look at me like a friend and want to hang out sometimes." you shook your head, the tears now flowing freely and leaving a salty bitter taste in your mouth as you spoke.
"but none of it worked and I watched you two grow closer while i never felt further away. so my friends are older but they care about me, they want me around and they ask about my day and they invite me on trips and out for dinners and we go get lunch and we have sleepovers and watch movies and go to the beach and go for drives late at night singing to the radio." you listed off not even pausing to take a breath.
"all the things I used to crave the two of you wanting to do with me like we used to but you never did. so I filled that void, and i no longer care what either of you think. i grew up, by myself. i have my own life, my own support system of friends that love me and want to spend time with me. who know what i like and remember my interests and actually ask me about them because they care not because they suddenly feel what? guilt? hermana's there is no need. i had my time to be hurt, and let me tell you it hurt to watch the two of you leave me behind and ice me out when i did not even know why or what i did." you laughed again, a hauntingly broken noise which echoed around the otherwise dim and silent living room.
"so no. i do not want to watch a movie with you or be interrogated at dinner with a million questions of my life because neither of you can bother to call me or see me or care about what i am doing. i want you both to listen to me, know how much you hurt me, and just like you have been, i want you to leave. me. alone." your voice once again cracked on that final word as you spun around and all but sprinted to your room, slamming your door and sinking down against it with your head in your hands.
"i need you both to leave, now." eli spoke up quietly breaking the thick, uncomfortable and unbearable tension which had festered around the room, your sisters stunned to silence for once in their lives.
"mami-" alexia started, voice hoarse and croaky as eli shook her head and pointed to the door. "go." she ordered, refusing to meet either of their eyes which desperately bore toward her seeking any sort of comfort or solace, a gentle reminder that this would all be okay, that you could all work it out.
but they recieved nothing.
so with heads bowed and tears edging at the corners of their eyes they did as they were asked, eli only finally looking up once she heard the front door close and a car engine start, locking the door and hurrying to your room.
"oh mi preciosa." eli sighed, slowly opening your door and finding you curled into a ball on your bed, body wracked with sobs silenced into the pillow pressed against your face.
the moment you felt the bed dip you sat up and all but launched into her awaiting arms, breathing ragged and broken as you struggled to try and stop the tears which seemed to have burst like a dam.
eli's heart broke both at the sight of you and the realization of just how deep these new cracks ran within her daughters as she pressed soft kisses into your hairline and hugged you tightly.
"todo saldrĂĄ bien nena, te lo prometo."
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part three
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3rd Row, By The Window

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Pairings: Armin Arlert x Fem Reader
Summary: You ask Armin to help you study, with a happy little accident your relationship evolves into more than just friends.
Warnings: Heavy smut, making out, thigh gripping, dry humping, thigh grinding, slight tit play, palming, fingering, PnV sex, virgin! Reader and Armin, desk fucking, soft dom Armin, creampie, use of nicknames (Angel, good girl, slut, etc), slight overstimulation, mating press, size difference, raw sex, aftercare, teasing (from eren the next day).
Word count: 6053
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Sunlight illuminated the golden locks of the boy sitting in the third row, next to the window. His gaze was trained on your professor as the words began to topple over one another, his pen scribbling down any coherent information that escaped his chapped lips. Something you had long given up on, not a soul tried or even liked Mr Haasâ class, except for Armin Arlert, forever the goody too shoes striving to be better than the rest. The type to raise his hand about handing in homework while the rest groan in agony, which safe to say doesnât make him the most likeable character among your peers. Yet something about him made your heart beat one pace faster, palms clammy, and head light. Which is why today is the day you ask for some âhelpâ with his expertise in tutoring.
With your supplies readily packed within the constraints of your school bag, you anxiously anticipated the minute the clock struck the conclusion of the lesson. Strumming your fingers on the desk you looked up to the worn clock on the wall, never failing to be exactly 1 minute behind the rest. The two hands met and this was your cue to go, you swiftly stood up from your seat, pushing it under the desk before letting your legs mindlessly take you to where Armin was still packing away his materials from class. The confident air you once adorned soon vanished when you saw his head poke up to meet you with those intimidatingly blue eyes.
âOh hi (name)!â Armin chimed, a bashful smile playing along his rosy lips. You were surprised he even recalled your name, youâve only ever spoken to him what, 2 maybe 3 times? Averting your gaze from his piercing one to look at the fidgeting of your thumbs, you gained the courage to speak, âUh hey ArminâŠâ He cocked his head to the side, stepping closer to you after heâd slew his weighted bag over his shoulder. âWhat um, brings you here to talk to me all of a sudden?â He chuckled. You captured all the air you could manage in one breath, finally regaining your composure to look back into his eyes. âI know this is sort of out of the blue but youâre probably the smartest person in this room, teacher included, and Iâm struggling with my studies so if it doesnât take up too much of your time, I would really appreciate if you could tutor me.â The last morsel of air escaped your lungs and you looked up at him, awaiting an answer.
The corners of his mouth turned up as he made the most enchanting smile, truly something youâd see out of a fantasy, and replied. âOf course, itâs no trouble at all, I'd be honoured to help in any way I can. And Iâm not that smart, donât make my head grow too big.â You prayed he wouldnât notice the blush that was quickly climbing up your neck, and grinned back at him with a plethora of scenarios racing through your mind. âThank you so much, Armin, youâre being such a great help.â And under your breath, you murmured, âBut you ARE that smart.â If he noticed, he didnât say anything, however, it was likely he did as his cheeks grew an almost hardly noticeable, pink tinge.
âIâm actually free for the rest of the day, if you want to come to my dorm room. Not that we canât go to a library or your room itâs just that at this time it would be super busy and I wouldnât want to intrude in your space.â Armin squeaked, averting his gaze for just a moment before returning. Was this a blessing from god himself? Armin Arlert inviting you into his own room, there was no other explanation for it. âNo, thatâs totally all fine with me, I agree the library would be too busy, and my room is.. a bit of a mess at the moment.â You tittered, nervously exchanging weight between your two feet like a seesaw. âWell itâs set then, letâs start making our wayâ Armin smiled as you two walked down to the door leading out of the lecture theatre.
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The corridor felt long, too long, the plain white walls and old grey carpet seemed to stretch into an endless abyss, until Armin halted. You were there. Every muscle in your body was stiff as an 80-year-old, contradicting the lively passion of youth burning in your heart. â(Name), weâre here. (Name)?â Broken from your trance you abruptly twisted your body to face the door looming in front of you. âAre you ok, I know the place could use some work but itâs scholarship-funded so I canât complain.â Armin awkwardly laughed, âNo! No, I mean itâs fine, great even, Iâm fine just spacing off hahaâŠâ Your eyes darted around, Armin looking at you with a hint of concern behind his gaze.
âAlright, as long as you're fine.â He uttered, opening the door to let you in first, ever the gentleman. So this is what his room looks like, tidy, as expected, navy blue bedding made neatly, a picture of his best friends Eren and Mikasa resting prettily on the bedside table, bookshelves from floor to ceiling, not one spot left unfilled, and a large desk complete with anything you could ever need for schoolwork. Armin to a t. âWow, your room is so beautifully organised, wish I had that kind of commitment.â You joked, turning to smile back at him, to which he returned the gesture. âWell, I try.â He said smugly.
He strode over to the mahogany desk, pulling out an extra chair from behind for you to perch yourself on. âFeel free to make yourself comfortable, if youâre cold you can use my throw blanket, the place doesnât have heating so it can get a little chilly.â You turned your attention to Armin, holding the fluffy grey blanket in his hand, smiling to yourself you took it gratefully and placed it upon your body, opening your bag to get out your studying supplies. âThank you, it was feeling a bit nippy in here, wonât you get cold without it though?â Armin slinked around your chair, carefully positioning himself in his own, âDonât worry about me, Iâve got pants and a jumper on, youâre wearing a skirt so priority should fall to you.â
You nodded in agreement, flipping your textbook to where you were stuck. Armin began to pull out his books, kicking off his shoes as you were reminded to do the same. He watched you, how you swung your legs from the chair, how you tucked your hair behind your ear so as to not get in the way of reading your book, how you would occasionally glance back at him, only to quickly look away with a light dust of pink on your cheeks. You were cute, he had to admit, it was obvious, but in your own unnerved state you ignored how he fidgeted with his hands, how his thigh was subtly bouncing up and down, and how he blushed when you caught him staring. Armin cleared his throat to terminate the silence, âSo, um, what was it that you needed help with?â
You explained to Armin the concept you were stuck on, pointing to a practice question. âI just- donât get how it works, like I know the steps but my brain doesnât know how to put it into action.â You met Arminsâ eyes as he reached over to your hand, shuffling his chair closer so that your thighs may abut at any moment. âCan I?â He asked, glancing at the pen you were holding. âYeah, sure.â You handed him the instrument, your fingers brushing against each other a second or two longer than what would be considered an accidental graze of the hand. His breath slightly hitched and you raised your head to look at him, however, he had already begun writing on a blank piece of paper nearby.
âHere, (name) I finished this question, letâs go over how to do it.â He placed the paper down next to your book, explaining the question with words youâve probably never heard in your life, damn that man is smart. It all blurred into one while he was speaking anyway, the way he could talk for hours and you wouldnât get sick of hearing his sweet voice. He was so close, if you had been cold before youâd done a 180 because with the way your body was overheating you couldnât help but slide the blanket down your legs to release some of the warmth. Exposing just your upper thighs, as you didnât have the gall to completely take it off after recently accepting his thoughtful gesture.
Time passed as you followed the same formulaic routine, practise questions, marking, explanation on where you went wrong, where you didnât. The room now had an orange aura about it as the sun began to take its rest for the day, youâd lost count of what question you were on, your palm rested against your head acting as the lone barrier between you and your heading slamming the desk in exhaustion. You heard the sound of a pen rolling across the desk, and Armin's hand was on your upper thigh. Gripping it, hard. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry! I really didnât mean to do that, I was just trying to reach for the pen before it fell off the desk when I sort of lost my balance, Iâm really sorry (name).â Just your luck.
Your face burned a bright red, as did his as he desperately tried to explain himself. But fuck did you want him to do it again. Nothing but spurts of air came out of your mouth, no words could describe what you were feeling, what you wanted him to do to you. The room fell silent for a brief period, and a shaky breath escaped your lungs. âIâm so so sorry, I can leave if you need me to, although this is my room so- um- I donât knowâŠâ
You jerked your head up, looking at Armin as he thrashed about in his chair, searching for a solution that he wouldnât be able to find in his flustered state.
âArmin calm down, I donât mind, you didnât try to make me feel uncomfortable on purpose or anything!â You said, grabbing a hold of his strong shoulders and gazing deep into his azure eyes. He sat still, exhaling in relief. âGod I thought I screwed it up with you, you had me panicking when you werenât responding.â He chuckled, âItâs all good Armin, stop overreacting you only touched my thigh, there are worse places.â You smirked, âBut Iâd probably like you touching me there moreâŠâ you said in the faintest voice, thinking someone as quick-witted and observant as he wouldnât notice. His jaw dropped in shock and his back straightened upright as electricity coursed through his nervous system.
âDid you.. mean that?â You slowly turned your head back around in horror, no way he fucking heard that, the window was close by may as well take a dive off the 3rd floor. âH-huh?â You tried to play it dumb, nobody here is being fooled by that, not even yourself. Armin took a breath before glancing to the side and back at you, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he almost choked on his words. âI could be completely off base here but, if you meant what you said, then I guess- I wouldnât, uh, mind touchingâŠâ he said, his voice barely a whisper by the last word. You sat there, dumbfounded. It must be a dream.
âI- uh, yes?â Armin moved closer, gently placing his hand on top of yours, âDonât feel pressured we can go back to studying if it was just a sarcastic remark.â Your heart was beating a thousand times per minute, and any oxygen passing through your lungs vanished in an instant, this couldnât be happening, could it? âNo, I meant it, really, if you still wannaâŠâ His hand tenderly trailed from your own up your arm and to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. The blanket that provided you warmth slipped off your legs entirely to be long forgotten on the floor. His veiny hands delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as he leaned in and whispered, âIâll do whatever you want me to, just say the word alright?â His body heat radiated against your frame, causing you to let out small pants as his fingers leisurely traced up and down your sides.
âKiss.. please.â You said breathily. Armin pulled back, you could see a certain hunger in his eyes before his plush lips met your own, he was intense, yet docile, taking such care in pleasing you, beckoning to your every wish and desire. âYou're so perfect, so sweet for me.â He said between kisses, your lips entwined with each other, neither of you eager to stop anytime soon. He brought his other hand to rest behind your neck, lightly grasping your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. The hand that was around your waist slithered down to the back of your thigh as he used it as leverage to lift you onto his desk. You gasped at the sudden movement, allowing Armin to intrude his tongue into your mouth, as his hand once again seized your waist.
âMh!â You moaned into his mouth, as he slid his surprisingly muscular thigh between your legs, pressing against where you needed him the most. You grasped at anything behind you to stabilise yourself, the contact making your body go limp, so long for the various papers and stationary that toppled off the desk in your wake. Just when you thought it couldnât get any better, a gasp escaped your lips, breaking the kiss while he moved his thigh up and down, rubbing the thick material of his pants on your clothed pussy. âBe a good girl and use it, ok?â Armin purred into your ear, his lips making their way from your jaw, down to your neck, and stopping at your collarbone, marking them with maroon-coloured blemishes. As per his instructions, you began to rock yourself on his leg, hands clawing at the fabric of his freshly ironed jumper, leaving wrinkles in the fabric as it bunched up.
He took clutch of your waist, you could feel his fingertips softly guiding your hips to arch forward and backward in a fluid motion. The friction of his rough jeans was too much to handle, making your clit throb incessantly while small whimpers slipped off the tip of your tongue. Your legs desperately suffocated his own as you rocked yourself at a faster pace. To which Armin promptly shoved his leg further into your core, causing the desk to shake and miscellaneous objects to fall from the cliff as he spread your legs out once again. âYouâre doing so good, keep going. Tell me where to touch you next.â All you could manage was a barely audible âOkâ, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.
All of a sudden he stopped, his leg halting as he lifted his head from your body, hair messy, pupils dilated, and lips wet. The look in his eyes said he wanted, no, NEEDED to devour you. However, the loss of contact made you whine out in frustration. âMin..â you groaned, apprehensively grinding yourself on his leg in hopes he would move just an inch. â(Name) you gotta tell me with your words now,â Armin spoke, leaving one more kiss on your neck before looking up at you with pleading eyes. Sighing, you bit your lip in embarrassment, âAnywhere, everywhere, wanna feel you all over me⊠inside me.â He gazed back, stunned at your confession, not to say he wasnât wishing for the same thing.
You felt the harsh grip of his hand on your ass in an instant, pulling you flush with his hips where you could feel the unmistakable hardness of his dick pressing against you. He swiftly lifted your legs to wrap around his torso while pushing your back against the desk, his hand placed behind your head to make sure you didnât hit it too hard. His lips were hot against yours and you could feel your baby hairs cling to your forehead from the sweat. Armin's nimble fingers made their way up your shirt, carefully pulling it over your head while he held you off the desk by your waist, hands burning your skin with the simple touch. Your eyes darted down to where his erection strained against his pants, he couldnât help but needily grind his cock into you to release at least some pressure.
Armin's free hand went to cup your breast through your bra, kneading the flesh as you moaned out in ecstasy. Soon he reached around your back to unclasp the undergarment, staring intently as your tits slightly bounced while falling out. He pressed into your core harder as he felt the soft sensation of your bare boobs beneath his fingertips, experimentally rolling your nipple between his index and middle. The heat in the air was unbearable, the warmth of Armin's jumper far too much at that moment. He gave a quick peck and a quaint âsorryâ before lifting himself to strip his body of the item, revealing his toned torso and arms.
While you gawked at his body his hands were making fast pace to underneath your skirt, his short nails leaving tingling sensations as he traced them up your thighs. He folded up your skirt to get a better view, pausing to stare at the pink lace panties you adorned and discreetly swallowing the saliva forming at the back of his throat. He traced his eyes along your body, committing all your curves, the slight furrow of your brows and the way your chest raised up and down in anticipation to memory. His hand trailed its way down to your underwear, breathily sighing as he pressed his middle finger into the large soaked patch.
âAre you this wet for me?â Armin borderline whispered, his face flushing a deep crimson he attempted to hide by swivelling his head to the side. âYouâre so cute, Armin.â You mused, interlocking your fingers with his and squeezing them within the palm of your hand. âN- stop, I canât focus if you tease me like that..â He turned his attention back to you, face still flushed as he guided the hand you were holding to press against your panties. âDo you feel how fucking drenched you are?â He pressed your hand harder into your clit, âHow am I not supposed to get excited?â Armin said defensively, you giggled at the sight before you were rudely awoken to his fingers dipping beneath the confines of your underwear.
Your moans rang embarrassingly loud in the small room as a finger shallowly dipped itself inside your pussy. âIs that ok with you?â Armin questioned, it didnât really matter though as youâd let him do anything to you, however, you mustered up a half moan, half mhm in reply. His finger pulled its way out before pushing in again, much deeper than before. He set a slow rhythm, getting you acquainted with the feeling of something foreign inside of you. You peeked down to where his finger was pumping repeatedly, the veins of his hand prominent when he strained to curl his finger.
âPlease, more.â You beseeched, he met your half-lidded eyes and swore he couldâve come from the perilous gaze staring back at him. âAnything for you angel.â And with that, you felt the stretch of a second finger entering you, thrusting faster and harder till your toes were curling in euphoria. Armin leaned over your body to kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth without hesitation, his fingers unrelenting on this attack on your pussy. As he was placing a thumb on your clit, his body jerked at the unforeseen touch of your hand palming his dick. âMmm, so good min-â you praised, causing him to nearly double over in pleasure.
The harder you pressed against his cock, the faster he would circle around your clit and thrust his fingers in and out, the more raucous your moans, the more you felt the twitch of his dick beneath his pants. It was a battle of who could indulge the other better, first to come lost, although it was never a fair fight, with the way he reached that spongy spot inside of you over and over, you were mere seconds from falling apart. âGonna- come, ah!â You shrieked, your core clenching around his fingers so hard he may never be able to escape, âGo on, come for me now.â
You were past the threshold, climax hitting you with the power of a thousand colossalsâ. Although Armin didnât stop the plunging of his fingers, rather speeding up, causing a lone tear to trickle down the side of your cheek onto the long-forgotten answer page he had so kindly written for you. âS- too much Armin..â You panted, still high off the last orgasm that propelled its way through your body at an alarmingly intense rate. âI know you can do it, trust me you wonât regret it.â He mumbled into your ear, arm tired yet still so eager to make this something to remember, make him something to remember. âWonât be able- to take this,â you lightly brushed your hand over his erect dick, âif you keep going.â
His heart stopped momentarily before his hand. You slumped back when he gently pulled his fingers out of you, a string of your cum still attached from where his fingers were inside of you. When it broke, your blurred gaze followed his hand to where he placed them tactfully in his mouth, beginning to suck the viscous liquid. They came out clean, sparkling even, not a single drop wasted, and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.
âI uh- I donât have any condoms 'cause I usually, no- havenât, done this before..â Armin stuttered, eyes darting around his room just in case heâd find the non-existent protection he was speaking of. âMe either.â You said reassuringly, despite the nerves that were eating you up alive. âReally?â He questioned, âI didnât mean that in a rude way at all itâs just- youâre so beautiful it was surprising to hear that.â Armin flushed, interlinking his pinky finger with your own. âI could say the same for you, I mean youâre sweet, handsome, smart, and with the way you were yâknow doing that earlier I thought you mustâve had experience.â Your head turned away at the last word, it was far too embarrassing to look him in the eye after you said all that.
ïżŒHowever, you were caught off guard when he grasped your chin between his index and thumb, turning you back around to meet him face-to-face. You felt his soft breaths against your skin, he was so close, and the way he was looking at you felt so.. intimate. âI may or may not have had practice with that stuff with my previous girlfriend, but Iâve never gone this far with her, or anyone for that matter. Weâve barely talked but thereâs this feeling in my gut saying it wants it to be you.â A short gasp slipped past your lips, you wanted it to be him, too. âIâm on birth control, and Iâm clean, obviously, so- please I need you right now.â
The clinking of his belt buckle rang through the room, commanding all your attention. His fingers danced through the belt loops, pulling it loose, you heard the clear thump of it falling to the ground. You utilised your elbows to prop you up, gazing downwards as he undressed himself, alluring you as if it were some kind of performance. He unbuttoned his trousers, and undid the zip, sighing in relief as the constraints were lifted. They slid down his legs, taking their time to reveal the main act of the evening. âBefore I take these off, could you please take off your skirt and panties for me?â Armin croaked, attempting to distract the spotlight from shining on him too long. You complied, shimmying the items down your legs and blushing as you realised you were completely naked for Armin Arlert to see.
âItâs only fair you return the favourâŠâ He pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free, it was pretty like him, pink and dripping with pearly white beads of precum, and surprisingly big too. You couldnât help but stare, yet he couldn't complain, as he was doing the exact same to you. You both gawked at each other, unmoving. âWill that fit-â, âYouâre so gorgeous-â, You both spoke at the same time, inebriated by the otherâs presence. The implications of that comment dawned on Armin, and he tried to shield himself out of instinct, he was far too laggard though, as you gripped his wrist before he could block your view. âDonât cover yourself, I wanna see all of you, even if it is a tad daunting.â You chuckled.
You felt his muscles soften under your hold, slowly pulling his hand away to place it on the desk, caging you with his presence. âI promise to be gentle, just tell me whatever comes to your mind to guide me, please?â He whispered, his head dipped down into the crook of your neck. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating when your chest gladly welcomed his. âOk, but just know that I trust your judgement on any decision you make, try not to overthink anything and enjoy it for me.â You smiled, running your fingers through his silky locks. âOf course,â Armin tenderly spoke back, as he raised his body from yours.
You gasped as you felt his dick rubbing along your pussy, coating itself in your slick. Until it caught in your opening, his tip at your entrance pulsing and needy to be sheathed inside you. One hand guided his cock within your walls, the other rested against a shelf for support, inch by inch he sank deeper into you, and as the distance between him and the hilt shortened, he was reduced to a symphony of pathetic whines. However, your voice sought to challenge his, moans just as loud as the other, making it infinitely harder for him to stop the pulsing of his dick inside you. Armin was both equipped with girth and length, making the stretch unbearable, your hands that were wrapped around his frame clawed the skin, leaving stinging red lines behind their path.
âYouâre so s-so good, just relax your body fâme, youâre too tight, nh-â He rambled in your ear, barely able to pronounce his words at the sensation of your warm, wet pussy engulfing him whole. The feeling of the harsh wood underneath you was completely numbed by Armin as he pushed deeper and deeper, not an end in sight. You could feel the slightest movements, the two veins that ran along the underside of his dick, and the shivers that ran down Armin's spine, causing him to jolt his hips forward abruptly. âJust a little bit.. ah- more, taking me so well.â You felt the last of him slip inside you, your hips flush against his, stretching you out further than ever before. Your breaths were in unison for the minute or two you were rendered inert, the burn began to ease and the need for more had arisen.
Leeching onto his shoulders, you rolled yourself into him, a choked moan escaping his erubescent lips. Your eyes met in a moment of agreement, and his hips pulled back timidly before returning to their original position. Full body shudders erupted over your perspiring skin, he pulled back, only to push back in again, and out, and in, and out, and in, until it was a slow but fluent movement. You gazed up above you, to see the upturned brows and marginally parted lips, to which high-pitched whimpers and praises couldnât help but fall out of. He was ethereal. Yet you wished for more, to stain every crevice and crumb of his being with adultery and filth. A sardonic pleasure in which you can bask in the knowledge that you and you alone have ruined him for anyone who dares to unveil his sheepâs cloak.
âHarder, min..â you moaned breathlessly into his ear, making his abdomen tense violently, attempting to keep himself from filling you up with his cum that very moment. Warm air tickled your ear before you were left with nothing but the tip of his dick inside you, that was until everything was inside you, in an instant. His cock split you open, gradually fucking you harder and faster till saliva was threatening to pour from the side of your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his torso, ankles interlocking to get him as far as possible. He reached his hand down to feel your stomach, pressing down so that he could feel his cock meet his fingers, âdoes it hurt taking it?â Armin questioned, with half-lidded eyes you looked below you. âBit, not much anymore though⊠if I wanna be your slut- gotta get used to it.â
His hips stuttered, breaking the fast rhythm they had built up, and a loud groan slipped past his lips. His hands travelled to capture the backs of your knees, protracting your legs to rest over his broad shoulders. Resting his weight on your body your knees touched your chest, and his thick cock plunged itself deep inside you. âF-fuck Armin!â He soon regained his previous pace, the only sounds that graced your ears were the wet slaps of him pounding your pussy like no tomorrow, and the periodic thumping of the desk knocking on the thin walls. Armin coyly glanced to the side before perking up, âSuch a good fucking slut for me, taking my dick like that-â he choked on his words as he felt your pussy squeeze him desperately, the hand on your waist gaining a bruising force.
âIf you tighten around my dick like that I donât think Iâll be able to control myselfâŠâ good thing you didnât want him to. Armin caressed your cheek with his free hand, before slinking it around the back of your head and pulling you up by the hair to meet his supple lips. You retaliated by biting down lightly on his bottom lip, making his thrusts increase in pace. His dick was kissing the head of your cervix as you whined broken sentences into his mouth, âr-ight, there.. ah! Min-â he adjusted the angle of his hips to reach that spongey spot inside of you, your legs still being brutally folded in half with your feet dangling over his head.
âMâ gonna come..â the pressure had built and wrapped tightly around your core, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice of release. Armin relinquished the battle of your tongues, leaving a small string of spit between your swollen lips, and placed a thumb over your clitoris, swirling in rapid circles. âMh- me too, come for me, angel.â And with that, your pussy was squeezing the life out of him like a vice, the two of you moaning loud enough to alert the whole building. âCan I- fill you.. up? Please?â You choked out a faint âyesâ before you felt Armin's strokes begin to falter and eyes roll back in gratification. The warm sensation of his cum saturating your insides made you clench around him even tighter, drawing out every last drop as he watched himself fuck his cum back inside you.
âAh! Such a, good, fucking, girl.â He panted, accentuating each word with a hard plunge. Before he slumped down to rest against you, holding your body tenderly in your hands while he ran another through your slightly damp hair. You felt the tensing of his muscles begin to alleviate, and your heart rate climbed back down to a moderate pace. Armin pulled out gently after taking a moment to regain his breath, even so, it hitched again when he saw his cum seep out onto the desk. âIâll be right back,â he said, pecking you on the cheek before going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
He came back to the sight of you, fucked out on his desk, legs trembling, and eyes fighting to stay open. âSorry if it feels too sensitive, itâll only be a second I promise.â He carefully dragged the towel between your legs, making you squirm as the fabric briefly brushed your clit, and down onto the table where it had seeped out. âC'mon, letâs get you in the shower, yeah?â Armin gently lifted you in his arms, your legs wrapping around him like a koala bear, before he carried you to the cramped bathroom. âIâm so sorry if I was too rough, just wanted to make you happy.â He said, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, âDonât apologise, I liked it, a lot.â Armin blushed, rotating his head to the side as he turned on the hot water, placing you down on your feet but making sure to still hold you in case you didnât have the strength to stand. âMe tooâŠâ
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âSoooo Armin, what did you do yesterday?â Eren grinned, reclining back in his chair watching Armin's hand immediately halt as he glanced to the side blushing. âOh- uh, just the usual, yâknow studying..â he chuckled, now repeatedly clicking his pen up and down. âOh yeah, I bet you were doing a lot of âstudyingâ with (name) last night.â Armin's tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking to the ground as he was too embarrassed to meet Erens mischievous gaze. âYeah, we were um- well she asked me to tutor her.â Eren bounced his knee up into the desk three times with faint moans before smirking, âDid you forget who lives on the other side of your wall? You guys were loud as fuck, good on you though I didnât know you had that in you.â
His hand came down to his knee, Eren slapping it carelessly while breaking out into a fit of laughter. Armin lightly kicked him under the desk, his face tomato-red as he glared at the guy sitting across from him. âShut up, weâre in a library and people are staring!â Armin whisper-yelled. Eren went dead silent as he spotted you a table or two away, noticing a plethora of dark purple marks along your neck. âGoddamn, you were feasting on that shit.â Armin buried his head in his palms while Eren sat there eyes wide with shock. You felt someoneâs gaze boring into the back of your head, turning around you spotted Armin and his best friend Eren. You waved over to Armin to which he mustered up a meek smile and waved back, Eren looked over at Armin with a shit-eating grin on his face before ushering you over.
âHey (Name), Iâm Eren, I think weâve talked in one of our classes before.â You sat down in the chair next to Armin, positioning yourself to face Eren, âUh yeah I think I remember you! Good to see you again.â You smiled, glancing over to look at Armin, whose eyebrow was twitching ever so subtly. âOh I actually saw you this morning when you came out of Armin's room, sorry I didnât say hi sooner.â Your neck snapped back around to Eren, the only thing coming out of your mouth being awkward chuckles. Youâve never seen someone so innocent-looking give the deadliest glare to someone before.
â(Name), do you wanna go on a date, right now?â Armin asked, entangling his fingers with yours. âI-Iâd love to, but um, werenât you hanging out here before I intruded?â Eren leaned forward in his chair, âGo on with Armin, it makes me happy to see him with a girlfriend after so long.â He said earnestly, neither of you confirming or denying the accusation before you both stood up leaving him with a small âthank youâ.
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I donât really like the starting bit itâs lwk cringey, but I prefer smut with some backstory so whatever đ€·ââïžđ€·ââïž. Hope you enjoyed I know ts isnât realistic for a first time but itâs fanfiction so who cares đ. Iâm open to any requests also, as long as itâs not incestâŠ
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QUALITY TIME âą ROMAN REIGNS



authorâs note: we're here with the third installment of the love language series with none other than our OTC roman reigns!! this piece definitely takes a more sensual turn than my previous two but it fits tbh I think y'all will love it. we have two more parts left of this series, up next is something special!!đ
plot: after a long awaited return from being on the road, you and roman spend some much needed quality time together after putting the kids to bed.
warnings: 18+ (MDNI), porn w/smidge of plot, reader is black, soft dom! roman reigns x sub! fem reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise, oral (both receiving), riding, slight hair pulling, creampie, small aftercare at the end.
word count: 1.2k words
the soft glow of the bedroom lamp cast a soothing warmth in the master bedroom, where you lay, your dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. you were anxiously awaiting for some alone time with your husband, whose 3 month absence had left a void in your large home. now, with your twin daughters tucked in, you finally had him to yourself after a day full of family activities. roman had read them eight bedtime stories, each at their pleading request, before slipping away and entering your shared room, his powerful presence claiming the room like he was still in character.
with a tired yet irresistible smile, roman closed the door behind him, his gaze lingering on you as he joined you in bed. âfinally, I get my time with you,â he murmured, his deep, velvet voice laced with tenderness. âIâve missed you.â
you could feel your pulse quicken as he pulled you into his arms, encasing you in his body warmth and the scent of santal and cardamom from his cologne.âIâve missed you too, ro,â you whispered sincerely. âItâs been too quiet without you, aside from the girls.â
as roman leaned in, his lips met yours in a hungry kiss which sent shivers down your spine. your bodies gravitated toward each other like magnets, the dry spell from his absence finally coming to an end. his large hands gently cradled your face as he lowered you onto the pillows, his weight held you still as he hovered over you, kissing a path down your sensitive neck, savoring every inch of your soft sepia skin.
âyouâre so damn beautiful, mama,â he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against your collarbone, inhaling the vanilla perfume you wore just for him. âI couldnât stop thinking about you while I was gone... I would've came home sooner just to do this.â
a soft moan escaped your glossed lips, fingers threading through his long hair as you surrendered to his touch. âwellâŠyouâre here now,â you breathed, your voice shaky. âItâs just you and me, baby. letâs make up for lost time, hm?â
romanâs dark eyes glinted with lust as he ventured lower, his kisses trailing down to your generous curves. with delicate care, he pulled down the straps of your silk nightgown, exposing your breasts. he didnât waste any time, his mouth closing around your taut brown nipple, his tongue swirling with small flicks.
âoh, fuck,â you gasped, arching into his touch as pleasure coursed through you. his hands molded to your breasts, teasing them while his mouth gave attention on your hardened peaks, pulling moans from deep within you.
âmhm, get comfortable, baby,â he purred as he descended further, his hands guiding your deliciously thick thighs apart. âI ainât close to being done with you.â
your breath hitched as his warm breath ghosted over your glistening core. he didnât tease for long like he usually did, his tongue skillfully flicking over your swollen clit, swirling and tasting you as if he were starved. his fingers joined the rhythm, sliding inside your tightness, drawing out sweet, breathy moans as he played your body like a fine instrument.
âright there,â you cried out, your fingers gripping his long hair as waves of pleasure crashed over you. âIâm gonna⊠cum.â
he chuckled darkly, the vibrations sending you even closer to the edge. âcum for me, baby. make a mess on daddyâs face.â
that was all you needed to hear. your body trembled violently as your orgasm ripped through you, your thighs clenching around his head, your cries echoing in the room. roman didnât stop until you were quivering, your body spent, his tongue lapping up every drop of your sweet release.
when he finally pulled away, he climbed up your body, his lips brushing against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. âalmost forgot how sweet you taste,â he whispered, humming with satisfaction.
you smiled devilishly, fingers tracing the intricate tribal ink on his chest. âand I almost forgot how good you taste.â you purred, sinking down his lower body.
your fingers slid down his abs, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal his thick, eight inch piece of flesh that ached for you. without hesitation, you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly. his breath hitched, and he groaned, tangling his hands in your curls as your lips enveloped around the brown tip of his cock, savoring the taste of his precum as you drew him into the warmth of your mouth.
âshit, baby,â roman moaned, his grip tightening around your thick coils as you worked him down your throat. âthatâs my good girlâŠsuck it just like that.â
you peered up at him through your thick lashes, your brown eyes full of mischief and as you took him deeper in your throat, gagging around him as your hand began stroking in time with your mouth. his body tensed, the pleasure building in every thrust of his hips as you took him closer to the edge.
just when you thought you had him where you wanted him, roman tugged you off him, his eyes glazed with lust. âthereâs only one place I wanna cum pretty girl,â he growled, pulling you onto his lap, your body straddling on top of his.
with one smooth motion, he lined up his cockâheavily coated with your salivaâto your throbbing entrance and thrusts into you, filling and stretching you completely, a gasp escaping both your lips at the perfect fit. romanâs hands gripped your ass, guiding you as you bounced on him, your bodies moving in sync. his lips found your neck again, whispering against your heated skin, âyou riding me so good, baby. sheâs just gripping on daddy huh? take that dick honey, itâs all yours.â
you mewled in response, your pussy tightening around him as he caressed all the right spots, your nails digging into his broad shoulders. âugnh fuckâŠneedâŠ.more,â you pleaded breathlessly.
roman obliged and began to thrust up into you, his pace relentless, his hips snapping against yours with powerful, deliberate thrusts. his body worshipped yours like the moon casting itâs light over the ocean, rising and falling in sync with your movements. you felt yourself spiraling closer to your orgasm again, your breath catching as he brought you right to the brink.
âplease,â you cried out, your voice barely a whisper as your climax approaching. âplease donât stop Iâm gonna cum.â
romanâs grip tightened as he thrust deeper, on the brink of his own release. âcum with me, mama,â he encouraged, voice shaky with need. âbe my good girl and make a mess with daddyâ
your body shattered into pleasure, your walls clenching around him as your orgasm gushed on both of your thighs, your high pitched moans echoing in the room. roman soon followed, spilling his thick warm into you with a deep groan, his body slightly trembling as he buried himself inside you one final time.
breathing heavily, you collapsed into his arms, your bodies still intertwined as the aftershocks of your rendezvous lingered. romanâs lips brushed your forehead, his voice now soft and full of affection. âI love you, beautiful. you are my everything, yâknow.â
âI love you too,â you whispered back, stroking his beard with your fingers as you both drifted into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.
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Faking it - Finnick Odair
prompt: you won the hunger games, now snow forces you to sell your body. your mentor, finnick odair, proposes the both of you fake a relationship so the capitol citizens wonât be interested in you anymore.
pairing: finnick odair x reader
Warnings: mentions of forced sexual labor
word count: 2.2k
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You won the hunger games. After weeks of fighting to survive, of hiding, of pure fright, of killing children who were not much older than you, you won the games. Now, a lifetime of glory and wealth awaited you, right?
You could have never been more wrong. You could have guessed that there was a flaw to what was promised to you. Sometimes, before and also after the games, your mentor, finnick odair, would look at you with a kind of concealed sadness, as if he knew there was something just as bad as the games would wait for you once you survived.
Finnick was 19, only two years older than you, but you had a feeling sometimes you could see in his eyes he had already endured a lifetime worth of pain. Turns out, your feeling was right about the amount of pain his heart had to carry.
Two months after you've won the games, when you've returned home, on a late Wednesday afternoon, Finnick rang the bell at your new house in the victor village. As you opened the door, you were unexpectedly greeted with the handsome man that was Finnick Odair. You had had a crush on him for forever, and it had only intensified during the time where he was your mentor.
Your stomach began to turn in nervous circles. Why was he here? Did he come to see you? Spend time with you even? Wait, that was not it. You could see it in his face. You were good at reading him.
His gaze rose from where it had been previously fixed on the ground to meet yours. There it was again, that sadness. ''What happened?'', you asked, scared it had to do with your mother, who was out of the house for the evening. ''Your mother is alright.'', Finnick said calmly, as if having read your mind.
You visibly relaxed and exhaled. Nonetheless, your grip around the edge of the door did not loosen. ''Then what it is?'', you asked anxiously, trying to seem collected, composed. But Finnick knew you almost as well as you did him.
''Can I come inside?'', he asked in turn. You nodded silently, your body began buzzing with anxiety. The pleasant turns your stomach initially performed upon seeing Finnick had now turned into unpleasant ones. Finnick headed for your living room and you followed him blindly. He pulled up an armchair and gestured you to take place on the couch. He placed the armchair so it was right in front of the couch. Both of you sat down, and then he gently took both of your hands into his large, warm ones.
This is how bad it was? Normally, you would jump in the air at the touch of his hands on your skin. Now, you could feel the colour draining from your face and the warmth leaving your hands in dread of what was to come.
''Just tell me'', you demanded. You knew he would search for the best way to tell you, to somehow sugar-coat it. Finnick looked at you, and you knew he could see in your eyes that this was what you needed.
''Snow sells the good-looking winners to the citizens of the capitol. At least their body. And now he wants to sell you.'', he said. For a moment, the information had to sink in. Then, you could feel the remaining control you had had over your facial muscles seep away. All expression fell from your face, your eyes made no effort to conceal the tears that came flooding in, and your hands began shaking in the gentle hold Finnick had on them.
His grip around your hands strenghtened, but stayed gentle. ''NoâŠ'', you managed to breath out, shaking your head in disbelief. You could feel all the strength leaving your body. Finnick seemed to notice, or he had anticipated it, because he caught your head as it fell toward him, his hands gently cupping the sides of your face. A thought came to your mind about the person you cared most for in this world. In between ragged breaths, you managed to ask ''Did he do it to you?'' The look in his eyes was all you needed to know it was true.
Loud, ugly sobs escaped your lips and you made no effort to hide them. Finnick made no effort to calm you, he knew there was no point in telling you it was all going to be okay. ''I've got you,'', he whispered into single strands of hair, your head still in his hands.
He rocked your body back and forth in an attempt to tell you he was there, and he wouldn't leave. He had begun to do that on the first night after your name was drawn for the games. You had been in the train on your way to the capitol, as he found you on the floor, weeping. He held you the whole night, until you had finally managed to fall asleep. He had rocked you gently, had promised to get you out of the arena alive.
At this point, you had thought he would tell that to every young girl he would mentor. Now, you came to the tentative conclusion that you meant something to him.
Suddenly, he whispered, ''I have a plan,''. The sentence brought you back to reality. His hands never leaving your face, you managed to lift your head just so much as to be able to look in his eyes. His beautiful face was blurred by the tears still in your eyes, and by your already-swollen eyelids. He looked at you with concern, and care, and suddenly you knew you were anything to him but simply another tribute he had to mentor.
You realised you were more than important to him. His next sentences only proved how much you meant to him. ''I won't let him do that to you,'', he began, wiping away one of your tears with his thumb. You could also see fear in his eyes, but it was fear for your wellbeing, for your life.
''It's risky,'', he continued and breathed in. ''But I would risk it, for you.'', a deeper meaning of his words hung in the air, but it was not important now. ''If we fake to be in a relationship, Snow can't sell you. The capitol citizens would then never want to tear us apart.'', he explained. His word registered in your head, and the word fake sent a painful, but quickly fading, stab into your chest.
''Would they believe it?'', you asked. Finnick allowed himself to smile, and his fingers carressed your cheeks. You thought you could read him well, but you weren't so sure now. His expression screamed 'of course they'll believe us, look at how in love I am with you', but he couldn't really think that. He couldn't. You would know if he had feelings for you, and you were sure he did not.
Something brought him back from his thoughts into the situation. So he said, ''I hope they do. That's why I said it's risky. If they do not believe it, if Snow does not believe it, we would be in a lot of trouble.'' You pressed your lips together, and then nodded. ''Why would you do that for me?'', you asked, and then imeediately wanted to take the question back.
He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ''Because I care about you.'', he whispered, holding your gaze. ''Once we do this,'', he continued. ''there's no going back. It will be us against the world, probably until we die. Do you realize that?'', he asked.
For once, you hoped he could not read your face, or your thoughts for that matter. Did you realize that? Yes. Was it scary? Of course. But was it scary because that meant you had to spend the rest of your life with him? No. That was the only part of this whole thing that sounded like heaven. Instead of telling him any of this, you nodded as an answer.
The next weeks Finnick and you prepared your 'relationship'. You got to know each other better, to make it seem as realistic as possible that you were in love. Many nights were spent like this, quietly, so as even your mother would not know. Many nights ended with your head in his lap, with his fingers running through your hair. Many nights, in which the both of you fell asleep on your couch, or in his bed, all the while holding on to each other.
When your victory tour began, while visiting the districts, you made apparent that you were a couple. Word quickly got out about the new power couple of victors. On the nights on the train, Finnick often lay next to you, to hold you through your cries. It was agonizing to visit the districts of the children who died in the games you were a part of.
Your new relationship was so important to the capitol citizens, that, once in the capitol, both finnick and you were invited to Ceasar Flickerman's show. So you sat there, with Finnick next you, his hand in yours. You had gotten used to the pleasant feeling that was ilicited whenever he touched you. You had gotten used to having him near, so it was not hard to appear happy next to him. It had never been, though.
The people loved you. Everyone adored the two of you together. So much so, that president Snow let go of forcing you into selling your body to the citizens of the capitol. For now.
For now, you were on your way back home from the capitol to district 4. For now, there was the slight hope that things would stay that way, and it was all thanks to Finnick. On this first night on your way back home, you hadn't asked Finnick to come into your room. He had spent the night next to you for the whole of the victory tour, calming you down, holding you when you cried.
But now? You thought Finnick was tired of taking care of you every night. You thought Finnick deserved a night to himself. After all, he wouldn't get many of those anymore that you were in a 'relationship' with him. So you lay there, on your bed, your hands neatly folded on your stomach, your thoughts almost as loud as the train on the tracks. When the doors to your compartment opened, you sat up in your bed, startled and scared. It was only when you saw that it was Finnick who entered, that you relaxed again. Somewhy, you stood up from your bed out of reflex. Finnick looked agitated, and for a moment you feared he brought bad news again. His mouth stood slightly agape, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes frantically scanned your body.
''I don't want to sleep without you,'', he suddenly blurted out. Shock was an understatement. You couldn't help yourself. ''What?'', you brought out as an answer.
The usually calm, confident Finnick he could so easily present himself as for the cameras was nowhere to be seen. He seemed scared, agitated, and lost all at once. ''I-..'', he began tentatively, and took a step toward you.
''I don't want to sleep without you. I don't want to, and I can't, for that matter, when you are not next to me, when I don't know you're safe, when I cannot feel your body next to mine.'' Although he obviusly tried to explain himself, you were no smarter than before.
Finnick could see that you were not sure what he was trying to tell you. He took a few steps until he stood directly in front of you. He took your face into his hands. ''This,'', he continued, gesturing to the two of you. ''It was never fake to me. I never wanted it to be fake. I love you. I have loved you for a long, long time, and I plan on doing it for the rest of my life.'', finally, he seemed to exhale of what seemed to have been a breath he had held for a long time.
Tears began pooling in your eyes. And for the first time in a long time, they were tears of happiness. ''Oh Finnick Odair, are you really so blind as to think I ever wanted it to be fake? I am madly in love with you.'', you finally confessed, and a grin so wide he had never managed to fake for the cameras spread across his lips.
''And now, kiss me, please,'', to any other person, this would have sounded like begging. But it was Finnick, and it was you, and you were both so madly in love nothing else mattered.
So Finnick did what you asked him to do. Slowly, he leaned down, and let his lips brush against yours. After that, it was instant. You both were so hungry for each other, so desperate to finally be able to touch each other in a way you had only dreamed of.
Hands were tangled in hair, and roamed the body of the other. Your lips and teeth clashed against one another, but the kissing erupted feelings in your stomach, and heart, and the whole body, really, that you had never thought could exist. When you broke apart, the both of you giggled, caressed each other's skin, and placed delicate kisses here and there.
That night, you fell asleep in each other's arms again, kissing, holding each other. For the first time in a long time, you weren't scared of the future, because you knew either way, you would spend it with Finnick.
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(cw: f!reader, profanity, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, jealousy)
You thought you'd already met all of fratboy!Jaehyun's friends, and that felt like a real accomplishment because well, there was so many. There were his frat brothers (not just friends, he'd corrected you), his friends from his business classes, the guys he worked out with, the guys he played sports with, the baristas he talked to the most, and his best friends from childhood. But this was a group of friends you hadn't even considered. His friends from high school.
Apparently they hadn't been all that close in high school, but upon coming to the same university, they grew closer. It was comforting to have a few familiar faces around and a taste of home when they missed it. So here you were with Jaehyun at a pizza parlor a few blocks away from campus surrounded by friends that went to the same school as you as well as a few people that came to visit for the weekend.
You didn't feel nervous as you got ready for the night, didn't feel off put when you walked into the bar at Jaehyun's side, didn't even feel the slightest bit anxious when you started meeting and talking to all these new people. They were easy to talk to. They were kind and funny and with all the alcohol that was flowing through the bar and the crowd, they were infinitely easier to connect with. Now you knew why Jaehyun had stayed friends with them for so long.
And it was fun while it lasted. A pair of late comers walks into the bar and one girl you recognize from a poli sci class you took in your second semester and the other girl... the look on Jaehyun's face tells you he knows her very well. They come around and introduce themselves and it all makes sense when she shakes your hand and introduces herself as, "Hana." Oh.
Hana. Hana, Jaehyun's ex-girlfriend. Hana, Jaehyun's first and only love. Oh. Oh shit.
Surely, you had to be imagining the way her and Jaehyun and Hana embraced for too long. Or imagining the way Jaehyun and Hana giggled over something after speaking in hushed tones. Or maybe the way Hana rushed through her greetings of everyone else from high school only to return to Jaehyun to continue their private, quiet conversation.
She was pretty too. Her makeup was flawless, a glowy base, a perfect wing, her gloss was the perfect undertone for her skin tone, and her eyelashes were long and she wasn't even wearing fake lashes! She didn't have a single hair out of place on her head, in fact it looked like hair right out of a shampoo commercial. Silky, shiny, and down to her waist. Her outfit was cool, but not in a 'I'm trying hard to be cool' more in an effortless cool way.
You self-consciously ran a hand over your hair. You thought you looked good when you left the frat house. Taeyong had told you as much and he was one of the most stylish guys you knew and Yuta had helped you fix your hair. You felt pretty when you left, but next to Hana? You weren't so sure.
How was it that you felt like you were suffering from boyfriend air and Jaehyun wasn't even your fucking boyfriend? Your hair wasn't smooth like Hana's, last you checked, your makeup had already settled into your smile lines, and when you met Jaehyun he just didn't look at you the way he looked at Hana!
Why were they just standing at the counter, ignoring everyone around them, laughing like nothing?! Was he flirting with her?! Had he just been anxiously awaiting her return?! Were you just the space filler for when she came back?! And why the fuck was he looking at you now?! And why was she?! And she was looking at you with her perfectly lined and glossed lips and a sweet smile?
The girl from your poli sci class walks over and Jaehyun walks over to you. He smirks at you from the rim of his glass. He smirks at you like he knows that something you donât know. And when has that ever been the case? Youâre the one on the Deanâs list, not him.
âYouâve been staring at Hana and playing with your hair for like 5 minutes now,â he stated lowly as he took the now empty seat beside you.
âNo I havenât.â
âYou have though, sweets,â Jaehyun presses on, leaning in close to you so you can smell his cologne.
âAnd how would you know? Have you been looking at me?â You ask sarcastically.
âIâm always looking at you, sweets,â he replies, pressing a kiss against the apple of your cheek.
Your heart skips a beat as your face flushes hot, but you canât shake the pout from your face. How could he have been looking at you when your eyes were on him the entire time? Well⊠on Hana. Hana and her perfect hair and immaculate makeup and cool outfitâ
âSweets, tell me whatâs going through your head?â Jaehyun asks you softly. You break your staring contest with the painting on the wall and turn instead to look at Jaehyun. The smug look on his face has disappeared and turned into a look of something tender and warm.
You feel embarrassed, uneasy, and self-conscious, and frankly, you donât want to be having this conversation here! Or at all! You had to try to be open with Jaehyun though, if you wanted this to progress into something more, and you did. You really did want something more with him. You take a deep shaky breath and exhale, âare you going to leave me for Hana?â
âW-why would you say that?â Jaehyun asks with wide eyes, eyeing the group around the both of you to make sure no one is listening.
âJaehyun, you told me she was your first love. Her hair is straight out of a salon-grade shampoo commercial, her makeup looks like a professional did it, and she was your first love! You didnât even tell me why you both broke up but weâve beenâ us for a while now and sheâs just so wow! Iâm just me and maybe seeing her reminded you of some hidden feelings,â you ramble in a passionate whisper, âAnd she just waltzed back in here and the two of you just fall back into whatever routine you had.â
You drop your forehead into your hands, feeling overwhelmed by your confession but unable to stop yourself, âand you⊠you donât look at her the way you look at me and I hate it. You guys have like this undeniable chemistry.â
âSweets, her and I are broken up and I like you. I like you a lot, sweet girl,â Jaehyun starts, cupping your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, âcan you stop comparing yourself? Youâre beautiful, sweets.â
âWell, not as beautiful as Hana. Like, I have the same jacket! And I donât look like her when I wear it! I look like some middle schooler trying to be cool. Sheâs so effortless,â you pout as you throw your hands up with frustration.
Jaehyun chuckles deeply, cupping your cheeks and leaning forward until his lips are on yours. A simple peck. One, two, three, four⊠countless pecks against your lips until you become a soft, pouty mess in his hands. âHer hair is mostly extensions,â Jaehyun states simply.
âHuh?â You ask with a furrow your brows.
âWell, you keep talking about her perfect hair and itâs not even fully hers. Her clothes arenât hers, itâs her older sisterâs and she and I are distant friends, acquaintances if that.â
âCome on, Jae! Be a girl's girl, don't shame her for that. It doesn't mean she looks any less pretty. Plus, people go from friends to lovers all the time! Or even exes to lov-â
Jaehyun places his hand over your mouth, âHana and I broke up because she left me for her neighbor⊠who was a girl. She and I were together from the beginning of high school and right up until the very beginning of our last year. I call it love because it felt like love at the time. Maybe looking back now it was more like infatuation. I do not, have never planned on, don't plan on, haven't even thought about taking her back since she came out to me."
Your face flushes hot with embarrassment as he finally drops his hand, placing the softest kiss against the tip of your nose, "I like you, sweets. I like you a whole lot. Beyond the fact that I'm not her type anymore, she and I were never going to work out in the end. That break up led me to you, so I can't even be mad about it. You're amazing, kind, beautiful, sweet, and smart. What else could a guy want? Are you feeling better now?"
You pout at him, still feeling embarrassed by your fit, "yeah, I guess."
He chuckles, leaning in to place a soft, lingering kiss against your pouty lips, "do you think some ice cream would fix it all right up?"
"Maybe if I called Haechan and he hyped me up I'd feel better," you joke, batting your eyelashes up at Jaehyun.
"Not fucking happening, sweets. Let's get you some ice cream."
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(loved loved âjealous jealous boyâ btwđ
đŒ) so can I request another lando one shot but this time like dad!lando showing his baby around the paddock (like feat Uncle Carlos and Oscar and whoever else) maybe itâs too specific so you donât have to do it but like I can see it so perfectlyđ©
Twin Oranges
thanks for the love and the request! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for.
Lando was a new husband. He was a new dad. He was also a new dad to twins! A boy and a girl, what a perfect pair. When you told him you were pregnant he almost fainted. But when you both found out it was with twins, he actually did faint. Now fast forward almost a year later, you felt comfortable bringing the babies to the paddock after weeks of Lando asking. You decided to bring them to Silverstone. Close to home, and full of family and friends.
Walking in you felt all eyes on you. Each one of you; mom, dad, and babies decked head to toe in McLaren gear. Baby boy Oliver Norris held by his mom, and baby girl Noelle Norris held by her dad. As you walked by each garage, drivers, mechanics and all poked their heads out to catch a glimpse at the young family. You finally made it into the safety of the McLaren hospitality ready to get the weekend started when the marketing team encircled you and Lando. You both look at each other and groan.
McLarenâs marketing team wanted to do a video of the drivers showing the new McLaren twins around the paddock. After hearing the case from a newly graduated PR intern, you caved. You hand Oliver to Oscar teaching him how to hold the baby right. Lando laughing as he can tell you are very stressed handing off your babies. He gives you a kiss, and the camera starts rolling.
First stop, Red Bull. Lando had no worries bringing the twins to this team. Max and Checo were dads through and through. âMax, come meet my kids!â Lando shouts into the garage. Max jogs up to the twins and gives them both a pinch on the cheek. âHere hold Oliver, my arm is falling asleepâ, Oscar complains. âOi! If my wife heard you complaining about the babies, sheâd revoke your uncles status.â Lando scolds. Oscar instantly turns beat red, retaking the baby from Max. Max frowns. âMate, maybe you need a mini Verstappen. Youâre a natural father!â exclaims Checo. âIn due time.. In due timeâ, Max smiles. The orange team says their goodbyes and heads to their next stop on the tour.
The team visited Mercedes, Aston Martin, Haas, almost all the teams. All while collecting baby sized merch.
Final stop, Ferrari. Lando and Oscar showed the twins their greatest competition. Up came Charles and Carlos. âLook Oliver and Noelle, this is your uncle Carlos and Charles!â Lando says as heâs holding the babiesâ hands to get them to wave. âWhich one am I the Godfather of?â Carlos asks half jokingly. Lando rolls his eyes as he lets the Ferrari drivers hold the kids. Charles and Carlos begin arguing over who was going to be the better uncle when stewards announce itâs almost time for FP1. âHowâs y/n holding up? Iâm sure she isnât loving being away from her babiesâ, inquires Charles as he gives back one of the twins. âOh yeah, she almost raged on the team when they suggested a little paddock tourâ explained Oscar. Lando swats him on the side of the head. âOf course she was nervous, she hasnât left their side in almost a year!â Lando shouts. âCome on guys, say your goodbyes to your fun unclesâ.
You anxiously awaited the return of your babies. Eyes darting around watching as they went from garage to garage with their dad and Uncle Oscar. Hearing the oohs and awws as each driver attempted to make the twins laugh. After what felt like 17 hours, they arrived. Jumping out of your seat you run to grab them from your husband. âLando give them to meâ, you grunt attempting to juggle them both. He laughs at your strong mother instincts.
âY/n, relax I brought them back in one piece!â he says as he helps you situate both in your arms. Each baby leaning into you, seeking your warmth.
âThey also return with tons of merch!â exclaimed Oscar. He begins showing you the baby onsies from Mercedes, Red Bull, and Ferrari. You eye them knowing Lando would never let Oliver or Noelle wear anything but McLaren.
âOooo is that a Leclerc onesie? Keep that one and toss the restâ, you state to Oscar. He laughs as he sees Lando make a sour face.
âYou always had a soft spot for him!â Lando shouts as you walk away into his driverâs room. âChunk it Osc. Norris kids only wear papaya orange.â
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PARTING THE SILENCE // t. nott
RATING: R / 2.9K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (no gender-specific details)
+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* Theo plans a special evening for the two of you on the night of your anniversary.
+ WARNINGS - SMUT! Virgin!Reader, Dom!Theo, Gender-Neutral Reader, losing virginity, language, piv - no protection, fingering (lmk if I missed any)
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
HEAVEN - Isabel LaRosa
(Quick note: This is not entirely proof-read and was originally written with a fem reader before I realized the gender is not specified in the request. I tried to rewrite w/ a gender-neutral reader, but if I've missed something, please let me know! Thanks!)
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Your foot tapped impatiently against the leg of your desk as you anxiously awaited the end of class. Your eyes glanced around aimlessly, attempting to catch a glimpse of the sun. Perhaps youâd be able to get an idea of what time it was.
âOkay, that is the end of my lecture for today!â Professor Flitwick announced. With a flick of his wand, dozens of textbooks flew toward the students. They were small and very old with cracked bindings, but they held the classâ homework for the rest of the week.
Once you selected yours and shoved it into your bag, you were practically already out the door. Your boyfriend, Theo Nott, had promised a romantic evening for your anniversary, and you werenât planning on being late.
You shouldered your bag and exited the Charms classroom with your dormitory in mind. Every other student that was trying to get to the Great Hall or to Hogsmeade crossed the halls, making it near impossible for you to wiggle through each one. It was like an ocean constantly pushing against you.
Past staircases and groups of students, youâd finally managed to get back to your house's common room. You ignored the growl in your stomach as the scent from the kitchens wafted through the hair. Surely, theyâd had nothing but distraction in mind when they put the Hufflepuffs right next to the kitchens. You rolled your eyes.
You didnât need to eat anything right now. Theo had planned dinner just for you, and you wanted to be able to eat as much as you could if it. You didnât want to show up to your date full.
You spoke the password and whisked through the hallway into the common room. Its yellowed walls reflected the setting Sun outside, casting a peaceful, golden glow onto everything. It was nearly empty, but you knew that wouldnât be the case forever. Since it was a Friday night, everybody had plans, and theyâd be rushing back to their dorms soon enough.
You jogged the rest of the way to your dormitory and let the door fall shut behind you. Only a few of your dorm mates were scattered around the room, doing homework, tidying up, and whatever else. They all gave you a small wave or nod as you walked by, to which you politely returned.
You had no time to talk at the moment. You had to get ready. Due to the likely possibility that youâd be late, youâd already laid out an outfit. Theo always had the mind to plan ahead and have everything ready perfectly on top. Your issues with punctuality tended to put you both behind, though. So, today, you tried to think forward.
Dropping your things, you grabbed the outfit and headed to the joint bathroom. Though it was simple, it was fancy enough to be suited for a nice dinner and casual enough for a picnic. You could never prepare for the wild dates Theo planned.
You slipped the clothing on and readied yourself in the bathroom mirror, splashing a bit of water on your face and messing up your hair. Though you didnât look half as well as you wanted to, it would work for tonight.
Turning on your heels, you made your way out of the bathroom and back through the common room as quickly as you could. The hallways of Hogwarts were closer to empty now that classes had been out for a while, making it much easier to find your way to your destination.
The sky outside was blackening quite rapidly due to the wintry month the castle was currently submerged in. With a shudder of nerves at the thought of having to walk in the dark by yourself, you picked up your pace a bit. The air around you was chilled and swirling, urging you to wrap your jackets tighter around you.
Theo had told you to meet him by the Black Lake on the side opposite the castle. You werenât sure if he had planned to do something there and then go out to eat or⊠A deep sigh left you. You were definitely overthinking this. No matter how long youâd been with Theo, you always became extremely nervous before any of your dates. Due to your house of origin, you constantly felt as though you werenât good enough to be with Theo. It wasnât as though any of his friends made you feel that way. It was other people in Slytherin house and even some in Hufflepuff. It was an unnerving feeling that led you to believe they were right, even though Theo picked you.
You came up to the edge of the Black Lake. The quickly approaching starlight above began to reflect in the dark waters. Halfway across the way, you could see a small lantern pressed up against one of the trees lining the banks. A wide smile spread across your face, urging you toward that dim glow. Swallowing your anxiety, you began to skirt the edge of the lake until you came upon Theo, who seemed to be admiring his work.
Before him was a dark green quilt, weighed down with two large, woven baskets, the lantern, and what looked like his school bag. You suppressed a smile and snuck up behind him, intending to surprise him.
You eased up behind him, feet as quiet as possible, and sucked in a breathâ
âRah!â Theo turned and shouted, grabbing at your sides. You shrieked at the sudden shock, having no time to react before his fingers started attacking your ribs. Panicked giggles swirled throughout the air as he tickled you relentlessly, his eyes mean and teasing.
âNo, no, no! Please, stop!â you screamed through forced giggles. You kicked and wiggled to try and separate yourself from him, but his holdâas alwaysâwas much too strong for you to escape from. He used the size difference between the two of you much too often. âTheo!â
When he finally stopped tickling you, he pushed you back slightly to avoid your next move, which was all too predictable. As soon as he had separated himself from you, you began to swing your arms at him, trying to get a good hit to his arms.
âYou jerk! Iâve told you not to do that!â you shouted, smacking at his clothed arms.
âYou were trying to surprise me!â he defended himself, trying to push you away from him.
âI donât care!â He grabbed a hold of you suddenly, pulling your body close to his, his strong arms wrapped snugly around you. The two of you attempted to contain giggles at the feeling of being so close to one another. The chilled air cooled your lungs and fanned across your chest. Despite the temperature around you, Theoâs body against yours was as warm as it needed to be. The weather barely had any effect on you when he held you. He was like your own personal heater.
âOh, I missed you, darling,â he groaned lovingly into your ear, his lips tickling the flesh of your neck. The vibration of his words and the feeling of his breath on you sent a shiver through your body. You gasped slightly at the sensation, clinging tighter to his arms.
âYou cold?â he asked.
âNo.â
âWhyâd you shiver?â
âBecause you make me a little nervous,â you giggled awkwardly. His arms loosened around you almost instantly. His eyes found yours, a deep concern shoved into them. Your nervous smile dropped slightly at his expression. Was he upset?
âI make you nervous?â he asked. âWhat did I do? Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Was it the way I held you?â
You nearly melted at how worried he seemed to be with your comfort. Never before had you met a boy so serious about how you felt. Being with Theo felt like always being taken care of, always being thought of, and never being forgotten. It never failed thatâno matter what the issue wasâTheo was there and ready to fix it. Whether it was his hands, his lips, his words⊠Whatever it need be, he had it waiting for you. You loved him endlessly for it.
âNo, darling,â you laughed. âYou make me nervous ⊠in, uh, a good way.â His eyebrows quirked, and a small smirk began to spread across his lips.
âNervous in a good way, huh? Can you explain that to me a little bit?â he asked slyly as he inched back toward you. Once he was behind you, he wrapped himself around you again, allowing his face to press back into your neck. You could feel his breath against your skin; each inhale and exhale made your heart rattle in your chest. One hand that was tightened around your stomach loosened itself and slid upwards. His fingers softly slid around your neck, never tightening, just placed there. It was so domineering, yet soft, that it had you gulping.
âL-like when you do that,â you sighed, cursing yourself for stuttering.
âWhen I do what?â he asked. His free hand moved gently against your stomach, gently tracing curves and dips, claiming your body so easily.
âWhen you touch me,â you whispered. At some point, your head had begun to lean back against his strong shoulder. If not for him holding you up, you were unsure if youâd still be standing.
The two of you had only done a few things together since you started dating. Of course, youâd kissed and petted a bit, but the two of you hadnât gottenâŠthere yet. The thought of it started your heart beating wildly in your chest, with no regard for your pride, as Theoâs hand was still splayed against your thorax.
âI could touch you more if youâd like,â he suggested. The fact that heâd presented the question like an option rather than a definite made the experience feel all the more pleasurable. He so obviously cared about how you felt, and that made you want him even more.
âOutside, Teddy?â you breathed nervously, your chest rising and falling heavily beneath the fall of his hand. Every breath and every touch against you had your mind racing.
âItâs dark, and no one else is out here,â he mumbled against the skin behind your ear. His lips caressed the shell of it every few moments.
âItâs coldâŠI donât know if we should.â You wanted to. You really did, but you were trying to reason with him a bit. In his defense, your plan was to come out here and have a romantic anniversaryâŠbut now all you could think about was what lay beneath his knit sweater.
His free hand trailed around your waist and skirted your core through the fabric of your bottoms. A shuddering gasp left your lips ever so quietly, the sound slicing through the icy silence.
âDoes that feel good, baby?â he whispered against your ear. The tip of his nose traced along the line of your shoulder, traveling lower and lower until he pressed a sensual open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder. Your heart was pounding, your breaths leaving you in desperate pants.
âYes,â you moaned breathlessly. You could practically feel him smirk against you as he gently pulled you backward to the beautiful picnic heâd set up.
With a small shove, heâd moved the prepared baskets off of the quilt and laid you softly on the ground. The earth beneath the blanket was soft and even, and the boy above you was strong and rough. The contrast had your pupils blown wide in pleasure.
Once above you, he hovered easily, his lips running slow, personal kisses along your jawline and neck. Your head tilted back against the ground to allow him as much access to you as possible. You didnât want anything coming between the two of you.
âDarling, please,â he breathed against your skin, ââŠwant you nowâŠâ
His lips hovered just over your chest where your shirt split down the middle. They were parted and swollen and wanting as he brushed them along your flesh, impatiently waiting on your consent.
âYes, please,â you whined out, clutching his curls within your fingers.
It took less than a second for him to begin to undo your bottoms, his hands gentle yet swift. Once the task was completed, he did the same with himself. He removed his belt and dropped it to the ground next to him, the leather slapping against itself with a loud crack. At the sound, you could feel heat broiling in your coreâŠyou figured that was an experiment for another day, though.
Theo undid his pants and pushed himself over the top of his briefs so he was still covered from the back. At the sight of his perfectly reddened dick, you could feel your body clenching around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you.
Theo caressed gentle fingers up and down your core with one hand while the other collected a bit of spit from his mouth. He let it fall down between your legs and trace circles around your entrance, spreading the slick all around. At the feeling, your back arched toward him. Your lips parted in a silent scream. Youâd never done this before, so you were bound to be as tight as possible, but you didnât care. The nerves of your first time with Theo were very quickly overpowered by the raging lust pushing through your body.
He found your eyes and, with a soft nod, slowly slid his finger within you. It was a stretchâone that put your fingers to shame. You grasped at anythingâthe dirt, the grass, Theoâs back. He was sending you into space and keeping you grounded all at the same time. His finger slowly worked you open with genuine care until he was able to add more. He was preparing you for himself, but you could barely reach the third finger.
âUgh, slow, baby, please,â you whined.
âIâm sorry, darling,â he whispered. âToo much?â
You nodded pitifully, your fingers grasping at the quilt and the grass beneath. His hands slowed and eased you closer and closer to your finish before carefully removing all of his fingers from you. You groaned at the sensation and the sudden emptiness.
âWhyâd you stop, Teddy?â you moaned. You stared up at him, your bottom lip jutting out slightly in a slight pout. He clicked his tongue and placed a dominating hand on your jaw. The size of his hand dwarfed your face as his thumb traced the length of your lip.
âBecause I want to give you more, baby,â he cooed. âI want to feel you wrapped around me.â
You sucked in a shuddering breath as he balanced himself on his knees. He agonizingly slid himself over your entrance, the tip tracing you meanly. Your lips parted at the sensation, anticipating the stretch and fullness.
âIâm gonna move, sweetheart,â he moaned, his hands gripping your bare thighs tightly. You nodded in response to his guidance and braced yourself against him.
As he pushed in, the stretch was a strong yet delicious burn. The slick around your entrance was enough to allow him to slide in quickly, yet he took his time, allowing you to grow around him. Once heâd filled you up to the base, he groaned lightly, waiting patiently for the go-ahead to move.
Once you settled around him, you nodded eagerly. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers tightening into your flesh. Your lips parted at the motion. He ever so slowly began to move in and out of you, each stroke caressing some unknown spot deep within you.
âFuck, Teddy,â you whispered, âI donât know how long I can last.â
âGo as long as you can for me, babyâŠjust want to feel you around me,â he grunted out. You glanced up through hissed lids to observe his gorgeous face and the fucked out impression painted on it.
The sweat dripped down the side of his face, trailing over his jawline and tracing his strong neck. His lips were swollen and parted delicately, with whispers of moans slipping through. His eyes were shut loosely. With every particularly deep thrust, youâd clench around him, and his eyelids would part, showcasing his sea-misted eyes rolling back as far as theyâd go.
The sight of his pleasure was enough to push you over the edge into an ocean of ecstasy. You came hard around him, the last remains of your virtue spilling down between your thighs. Your back arched, your legs shook around him, your fingers gripped at nothing.
The feeling of your orgasm slammed into his chest. He cried out pitifully, a melodious whine parting the silence as the evidence of his finish coated your insides.
With a deep exhale, he eased himself out of you and collapsed beside you. You laughed breathlessly, the aftershocks of your orgasm flowing through you like a wave.
With a lazy smile on his face, he leaned forward and reached over you. He lifted the lid of one of the baskets and pulled an extra folded quilt out. You laughed aloud at his preparedness.
âKnew you were gonna get fucked, is that it?â you teased.
âActually, I figured weâd stargaze,â he admitted, sheepishly tossing the blanket over your bodies. âI brought it in case we got cold.â
âYouâre adorable, Teddy,â you giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face couldnât hide the love he was feeling for you.
He passed around the perfectly preserved food and pumpkin juice, ensuring you got a taste of each sweet and snack heâd brought along.
He then wrapped himself around you and reminded you ten times over why youâd fallen in love with him.
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