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serenelystrange · 5 months ago

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Summary:

In which Buck is a grocery store cashier who lives a quiet life with his sister, until Eddie wanders into his line one day looking like the saddest shelter cat in the world. And Buck? Buck has always had a soft spot for animals. (They, as always, fall in love.)

Notes:

There are no actual animals in this fic. Tis but a metaphor!

For @carolinahope - who was looking for an AU where neither of them were firefighters!

Under the cut, or over at AO3!

Buck hears the kid first, a tiny but demanding voice calling out to him as the grocery cart is pushed into Buck’s checkout lane.

“Hi!” the little boy yells to him from under a mop of blonde curls and bright red eyeglasses. “I said hiii!”

Buck’s laughing even as the boy’s father sighs at his antics.

“Hi, buddy,” Buck says to the kid, giving him an indulging grin.

“He’s really into saying hi to everyone right now,” the dad explains, “and gets louder and louder the longer nobody responds. Sorry.”

Buck is already waving off the apology as he finally gets a good look at the dad’s face and freezes in place. He’s maybe a little older than Buck, and quite possibly the prettiest man that he’s ever seen.

“Don’t worry about it,” Buck says, shaking himself from his daze. “He’s super adorable, who could be mad at that little face?”

“Thanks,” the guy says, looking up at Buck briefly before dropping his gaze back down to his cart and loading the groceries onto the belt.

Buck frowns to himself as he begins to scan and bag the items, feeling the unfortunately overwhelming urge to explain himself.

“I hope that wasn’t weird,” Buck says, placing the bananas and clementines into a bag along with boxed oatmeal. “I know I’m tall and kinda big and awkward,” he continues, “but I’m not a creeper or anything.”

“What?” the guy looks up from loading the last of his things and gives Buck a confused look. “No, you’re fine. I mean, it’s fine. I didn’t think you were being creepy. I’m just exhausted.”

“Oh,” Buck says, “good. I mean, not good that you’re exhausted, but good that you don’t think I’m creepy. You know, I’m just gonna stop talking now. Your total is $95.14.”

To his surprise, the guy just laughs at him, but kindly, and shakes his head.

“It’s nice,” he says as he’s putting his card in the machine to pay. “To talk to someone over two years old.”

“Well, uh,” Buck stammers through getting him his receipt, “you can talk to me any day. Or I guess any day that I’m here and you happen to be in my line. If you have 10 items or less. Fewer, really. These signs are not grammatically correct, but I guess less is well..less letters, and I’m rambling again, good god. I’m so glad nobody is waiting behind you.”

The guy bursts out laughing, eyes squinting as he reads Buck’s badge.

“I might have to do that. Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck confirms, shrugging slightly. “Evan, really, but there was another Evan in orientation, and my last name is Buckley, sooo.”

“So Buck it is,” the guy says, appraising him with an open gaze. “It suits you.”

“Thanks,” Buck says, awkwardly, internally squirming at the compliment.

“I’m Eddie,” the guy introduces himself before gesturing to the kid who is now deeply invested in whatever video is pulled up on Eddie’s phone. “And that little hellion is Chris.”

“Hi!” Chris pipes up without looking away from the phone, and Buck can’t lie, he’s immediately besotted.

“Nice to meet you both,” he says to Eddie, blushing lightly as Eddie reaches out and shakes his hand firmly before pulling away. His skin is hot against Buck’s chilled hands, and Buck doesn’t want to let go.

An older woman with definitely more than 10 cans of dog food pulls up behind Eddie, breaking the moment, and Buck hate her just a little bit for it even as he gives her a friendly smile.

“Have a nice day,” he tells Eddie, and gives Chris a little wave goodbye that he doesn’t notice.

“You, too,” Eddie says, pushing Chris and their few bags away as the woman loads the belt up behind them.

Buck watches them go for a few long moments before begrudgingly getting back to work.

“He’s so damn pretty, Mads,” Buck says later that night, across from his sister at their favorite cheap restaurant, several cheap margaritas deep.

Maddie gives him a placating smile and only rolls her eyes a little bit.

“So you’ve said,” she says, mildly, “about ten times now.”

Buck pouts but Maddie just stares back unbothered, immune to his sad eyes by now.

“I know you’re 21 now,” she says as she pulls Buck’s latest drink over to herself, “but maybe you aren’t ready for $3 margaritas when you’re mooning.”

“Hey, that’s mine!” Buck says, reaching for the drink only to be slapped away by Maddie in a practiced move.

“Mine, now,” Maddie says, grinning at him in victory.

“I’m bigger and stronger than you, you know,” Buck says, still pouting.

Maddie just raises an eyebrow at him, says nothing, and waits.

“And you’d still kick my ass, I know, I know” Buck finishes, unable to not laugh at the thought of his itty bitty sister leveling him, even though he knows she’d find a way.

“As long as we’re in agreement,” Maddie says, raising her glass in a cheers to Buck before finishing the rest of the drink.

“We’re gonna have to get an uber,” she says, eyes meeting Buck’s as they both dissolve into tipsy giggles.

They’re still giggling as their disinterested waitress delivers the check, stopping just long enough to make sure neither of them are going to pass out before vanishing back into the depths of the kitchen.

“I think she needs a margarita,” Buck says, giggling all over again.

Maddie just drops her head to her arms on the table, shoulders shaking as she laughs.

It’s a good day.

Eddie is woken up by a cardboard book hitting him in the chest, clutched in Chris’s unsteady hands. He groans and squints against the sunlight streaming into Tia Pepa’s living room.

“Mornin’ mijo,” he mumbles, eyes closed again as he pulls Chris up to snuggle.

“Story time?” Chris asks, wiggling impatiently against the hold.

Before Eddie can reply, Abuela is hurrying into the room and giving Chris an exasperated look.

“There you are!” She addresses Eddie. “Sorry, I looked away for just a minute. I was trying to let you sleep.”

Eddie chuckles and kisses Chris’ head where he’s finally settled down to cuddle. “It’s ok,” he says, “he’s faster than you’d think when he puts his mind to it.”

“Still,” Abuela says. “You need your rest. And a real bed.”

Eddie groans, and looks up at Abuela with tired eyes.

“I know,” he says. “Chris and I need to find our own place, this house is barely big enough for you and Tia. I’m working on it.”

Abuela gives him a sympathetic look and moves over to ruffle his hair.

“You can stay as long as you need,” she says, “it’s a blessing to have you both here. You know I only worry about your health, sí?”

“I know,” Eddie says, leaning up into her comforting touch. “I know.”

“Story time?” Chris repeats, pushing the book roughly into Eddie’s chest.

“Alright, baby,” Eddie agrees, “story time. What do we have this time?”

“Hungry hungry!” Chris exclaims, patting the Very Hungry Caterpiller in emphasis.

“Hungry hungry it is,” Eddie says, rearranging Chris in his arms so that he can open the book.

Abuela pats Eddie’s head once more before stepping away. “I’ll make breakfast for my hungry boys.”

Eddie thanks her as she walks away, settling himself into story time, Christopher a warm and welcome weight at his side.

“Eddie!” Buck says with enthusiasm as Eddie pulls his cart up to Buck’s checkout lane. “Oh!” Buck says in a hushed voice as he notices Chris conked out in the basket, curled up on a thick leather coat among the meager groceries. “Hi, Chris,” he whispers, smiling dopily at the adorably sleeping toddler for a moment before looking back up at Eddie.

“It’s ok,” Eddie laughs, speaking at a normal volume. “This kid can sleep through anything if he’s tired, you won’t wake him.”

“Ok,” Buck says, still quieter than Eddie suspects he usually is. “How’s it going?” he asks Eddie as he slowly scans and bags the items Eddie unloads.

Eddie shrugs. “It’s going,” he says, genially enough.

Buck takes a moment to really look at him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the tired slope of his shoulders.

“You don’t get much sleep, do you?” he asks. “Sorry.”

Eddie nods off the apology. “You’re not wrong,” he says. Taking a moment to make sure nobody is waiting behind him, he leans against the counter with one arm and sighs. “Been working a lot of odd jobs,” he explains. “I got hurt,” he continues, “overseas. Fucked up this shoulder pretty bad, made me useless in the field, so they sent me home with a shiny medal and absolutely no idea how to do… all of this.”

“Shit,” Buck says, frowning at him. “that’s heavy.”

“Yeah,” Eddie laughs without humor. “Too young to feel so old, right?”

Buck shrugs in commiseration, nodding.

“I really need some adult friends,” Eddie says, “sorry to just dump all of that on someone I’ve met twice.”

“Twice so far,” Buck corrects him, beaming again. “And I’d love to be your friend. My only real friend is my sister, and she’s older, with cool older friends that don’t need me hanging around.”

“What are you, 18?” Eddie asks, smirking at Buck’s annoyed pout when talking about his sister.

“I’ll be 22 in a few months,” Buck says, crossing his arms at Eddie’s dubious look. “It’s not my fault I have a baby face, old man.”

“We are literally the same age,” Eddie says, dryly.

“Perfect!” Buck says with delight, “then we can be best friends.”

Eddie laughs and hands Buck his unlocked phone. “Why don’t we start with regular friends, yeah? Put your number in.”

“Nope,” Buck grins as he types in his info, “best friends, I’ve decided.”

True to his word, when Eddie takes his phone back he sees the contact “Buck (Best Friend)” right at the top of his list under Abuela and Adriana.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, fondly.

Buck just grins.

“And you’re holding up my line, Best Friend,” he says, gesturing to the small line of people that has appeared behind Eddie.

Eddie rolls his eyes but gives Buck another little wave as he leaves. He gets to the car and laughs at the contact name again as he buckles himself into the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t change it.

The last place Eddie expects to run into Buck is the run down restaurant he wanders into on a rare day he’s not working, but here he is. Buck is sitting with a beautiful brunette woman that Eddie really hopes is the sister Buck was talking about. He hesitates by the host podium as he notices them instead of heading to the bar for his beer and nachos like he’d planned. If it’s a date, he doesn’t want to intrude, and his nerves make him freeze up as the hostess asks if he’s ready.

“Eddie?” he hears, shaking him out of it. Buck’s waving over at him with a happy grin. “Hey!” he calls out, you want to sit with us?”

The hostess, seemingly used to Buck’s antics, just grabs the menu and leads Eddie to the table without asking.

“Hey,” Eddie says as they reach the table, the hostess putting his menu down at the seat next to the woman.

“Hi,” she says, looking up at him with an expression he recognizes from Buck’s face.

“You must be the sister,” he says as he sits down and offers his hand to her.

“Maddie,” she confirms. “And Evan’s yelling tells me you must be the Eddie he’s been talking about for weeks.”

“Maddie!” Buck whisper-yells, scandalized. “Be cool!”

Eddie laughs, looking between his outraged face and Maddie’s conspiratorial one.

“It’s ok, Buck,” he says with a smirk. “I already know you aren’t cool.”

“Asshole,” Buck hisses at him.

Eddie has a terrible and hilarious moment within himself where he debates making an ‘you are what you eat’ joke, but stops himself just in time.

“You can sit next to Evan if you want,” Maddie says, “the server won’t care.”

“Margie probably thought you were dating,” Buck agrees, grumpily.

“We are both awfully pretty,” Maddie agrees with barely contained laugh. “But your boytoy here is a little young for me.”

“Oh my god, Maddie,” Buck groans, “he’s not my boytoy. He’s my friend.”

“What happened to Best Friends, huh?” Eddie teases, grinning at the flush that spreads attractively across his face.

“Nope,” Buck says. “Chris is my new best friend. I’m gonna give him so many stickers next time you come through my lane.”

Eddie softens at that, leaning back and smiling at Buck.

“He’d love that.”

Buck smiles back for a moment before Maddie clears her throat with what Eddie swears is a whisper Jesus Christ.

“How about we get some lunch, boys?” she asks, gesturing to the menus they’ve been ignoring. “My treat.”

“Yes!” Buck says, fist pumping the air. He points to Eddie. “Order actual food, you’re too thin.”

“Ok, Abuela,” Eddie scoffs, secretly pleased that Buck seems to care.

From the way Maddie giggles next to him, he thinks she agrees.

Hey bestie

Eddie looks down at this phone and snorts at the text from Buck.

Absolutely not.

Buck’s reply comes in mere seconds later.

You’re no fun. But whatever. Working tonight?

Eddie hesitates, bone tired and drenched in sweat from a day working a construction job Abuela’s church had hired him for. All he really wants to do is shower off the day and maybe treat himself and Chris to a pizza. But on the other hand…

Just getting home. What’s up?

Buck’s first reply is just a line of exclamation points that Eddie finds annoyingly endearing.

Come over and hang out! Maddie is on a date and I’m booooored. I’ll order pizza. We can watch a movie or something. There’s a new John Wick out?

Eddie gets caught up on the or something for a beat too long, knowing just how many different somethings he would like.

I don’t think I can get a babysitter this late notice

Can’t afford one either, Eddie thinks to himself, but doesn’t type.

Bring him! We just wont watch John Wick. Maddie has Disney plus!

And well. Who is Eddie to argue with that.

“Hey buddy!” Buck greets Chris as he opens the door to him and Eddie.

Chris looks around at the unfamiliar home, tucking his head into Eddie’s shoulder with sudden shyness. Eddie has him held in one arm, the other holding what looks like some kind of wheelchair. Buck gives it a curious look as Eddie enters.

“It’s a mobility aid,” Eddie explains as he opens it up and places Chris’ legs into the openings. “Chris has CP, so he’s not as steady as most almost-three year olds. But this lets him walk around by himself, at least a little bit.”

“That’s really cool,” Buck says, crouching down to inspect the chair. It’s almost like a bouncer younger babies use, but more stabilizing than anything. “This is a pretty awesome walker, buddy,” he says to Chris.

He looks up at Eddie and catches the wondrous look on his face.

“What?” he asks, standing back up and moving out of the way for Chris to toddle off and explore.

“It’s just nice,” Eddie explains, “to see someone treat him like he’s any other toddler. Without all the pitying looks on their faces.”

Buck wrinkles his nose in thought as he nods.

“That must be annoying,” he agrees. “Good thing all you’ll get here is pizza and quality Best Friend Time.”

Eddie laughs and shoves Buck’s shoulder playfully.

“Show me around, then.”

“Is this cut small enough?” Buck asks later, fretting as he cuts up cheese pizza to plate for Chris.

“Yes, Buck,” Eddie laughs, “he has teeth, he’ll be fine.”

Buck still looks unsure, not used to little kids. “You sure he won’t choke?”

“If he does, I was a medic, he’ll be ok,” Eddie assures him. The plate Buck put Chris’ pizza on is thick cardboard with the words Happy Birthday splashed across them, probably the only child friendly plate in the place, but Eddie finds the effort impossibly charming.

“Were?” Buck asks, once they’re all settled around the little kitchen table Maddie made him load into his truck from Goodwill one day.

Eddie swallows a bite of his own pizza and nods before responding.

“Certification lapsed when I was recovering,” he says, gesturing to his injured shoulder. “And I haven’t had the time or money to fix that yet.”

“But you aren’t going back into the Army, right?” Buck asks with concern.

“Nope,” Eddie shakes his head. “Honorably discharged. But war skills don’t really translate into real world opportunities, you know?”

“Doesn’t the VA help?” Buck asks with a frown.

Eddie snorts.

“The wait list for any kind of help is years long,” he says. “America,” he finishes, wryly.

Buck cringes in agreement.

“You should be able to get help with Chris through the state, at least,” Buck offers quietly. “There’s plenty of parents I work with that have food stamps, or housing assistance. Anything that could help make ends meet.”

“I know,” Eddie says, taking a breath, “I need to look into it all, I’ve just been so damn overwhelmed.”

“What about…” Buck starts, before looking over at Chris and stopping. “We can talk about it later,” he finishes instead.

Eddie smiles at him gratefully and goes back to his pizza.

Several hours later, Chris is passed out with his head on Eddie’s lap, splayed between him and Buck on the couch. The closing credits of Aladdin are scrolling on the TV, the radio version of A Whole New World still playing as Buck and Eddie talk.

“His mom isn’t in the picture,” Eddie says to Buck’s unasked question.

“I had wondered,” Buck admits. “Is she…” he trails off.

“Alive and well, last I heard,” Eddie says tightly.

“Kinda shitty she abandoned her kid,” Buck says before he can help himself, wincing as the words come out of his mouth.

“I did it first,” Eddie admits, quietly. “I re-enlisted when we found out about Chris’ CP. I just saw all the hospital bills in the future and I think I panicked. I don’t even remember signing back up. And then I got shot a few months in and had to come home anyway. To a ruined marriage and a baby who didn’t understand why his mom was suddenly gone.”

“You’re married?” Buck asks, in mild horror, making Eddie laugh at that being the thing Buck took from all of that.

“Divorced,” Eddie corrects.

“Sorry,” Buck says, not sounding very sorry at all.

“It’s ok,” Eddie says anyway. “Things are looking up lately.”

“Yeah?” Buck asks, big blue eyes shining in the low light.

Eddie smiles. “Definitely.”

Maddie breezes into her living room a few weeks later, smiling at the familiar sight of Eddie and Chris there with Buck, ostensibly playing with building blocks, but mostly watching Chris knock them down while secretly staring moonily at each other when they think the other isn’t looking.

“You know,” she says to the room at large. “I was a pretty good babysitter to Buck when we were kids.”

Buck looks up at her with amusement.

“You basically raised me, Mads,” he says, “definitely more than a babysitter.”

“Exactly,” Maddie agrees, “so you’d agree that I can keep at least one small boy alive successfully?”

Eddie looks up at that, giving her an amused and inquisitive look.

“If I can be honest right now,” Maddie says, standing with her hands on her hips. “You two are driving me batty with your dancing around each other. Leave Chris with me and go out somewhere where kids aren’t allowed. He’ll have a great time with his Auntie Maddie.”

“Auntie Maddie?” Buck asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Eventually,” Maddie says. “Might as well get used to it now, right?”

She gives them both a pleased grin as she notes the matching blush on their faces.

“You want to hang out with me today, little man?” she asks, moving to crouch down in front of Chris.

In response, Chris throws himself bodily into her arms, snuggling up happily.

“Then it’s decided,” Maddie says, settling down to the floor with Chris still in her lap. “Me and little mister.. whatever your last name is, will have a great night!”

She looks up at Buck for the answer, who freezes goofily when he realizes he doesn’t know, and looks over at Eddie, who just laughs.

“Diaz,” he says. “Buck, I’ve literally handed you my license several times to buy beer.”

Buck ducks his head, blushing again. “I was distracted by your stupid pretty face, shut up.”

Across from them, Maddie laughs and speaks to Chris.

“Daddy and Buck are so silly, aren’t they?”

Chris nods very seriously in response, and Maddie chooses to believe that he understands.

“Subtle,” Eddie says later that night as Buck pulls them up to what is clearly a gay club.

Buck shrugs and gives him an earnest look.

“Figured I’d just jump right in and make sure I wasn’t reading this all wrong and you were really just a super chill straight guy who lets his bisexual best friend lust after him because he’s too nice to reject him.”

Eddie startles at that, looking over at Buck in amusement.

“That is so specific, Buck,” he says.

Buck just shrugs again, looking unsure.

“I am not chill, like at all,” Eddie says, “just so you know.”

“Yeah?” Buck asks, “and what about..”

“And definitely not straight,” Eddie confirms. “So are you gonna unbuckle that seat belt and kiss me, or what?”

“You don’t want to go in first?” Buck says, gesturing toward the club.

Eddie shakes his head. “Maybe another time.”

“Can’t wait,” Buck says, letting himself be pulled awkwardly over the center of the truck and into Eddie’s kiss.

It goes on for what feels like forever, time slow and syrupy in the way that only the best kisses provide. Eddie’s stubble scratches over Buck’s sensitive shaved face and he shivers at the feeling.

“I’m making you all red,” Eddie says as they pull apart, reaching up to soothe Buck’s face with his fingers.

“Worth it,” Buck says without missing a beat, “do it again.”

Eddie’s laugh dies against Buck’s mouth as they kiss again, and there’s not one part of him that minds.

Days turn into weeks and weeks into months, until suddenly they’ve been dating for almost half a year, and Eddie and Chris spend more time at Buck’s than they do at home.

“You know,” Buck says one night as they’re laying in bed, Chris tucked up safely with his Auntie Maddie in the other room. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Eddie laughs, rubbing his chin over Buck’s head where Buck rests it on his chest like a contented cat.

“Mean,” Buck says, biting the skin of Eddie’s bare chest in retaliation.

“What are you think about?” Eddie asks before they can start actually squabbling.

Buck bites at his chest once more just for good measure before speaking again, avoiding Eddie’s eyes.

“I have like.. a whole bunch of PTO saved up.”

Eddie nods, rubbing up and down Buck’s back in the way that makes him pleasantly tingle. “You wanna go somewhere?” he asks.

“Not exactly,” Buck says. “I just... I know that you’ve been trying to get your medical re-certification, but haven’t had time to do it when your Abuela or Tia could watch Chris.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, still confused.

“I was googling it,” Buck continues, “And I definitely have enough PTO to cover the hours you’d need to put in. If you can afford to take the time away from working, obviously.”

“Wait,” Eddie says, smacking Buck’s shoulder until they’re sitting up and facing each other. “You want to what? Use your PTO to babysit my kid so that I can recertify?”

Buck gives Eddie a pleased smile and nods. “Exactly!”

“Why in the world would you waste your paid time off on that?” Eddie asks, with wide eyes. “You should go somewhere fun.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Buck says, frowning. “And I have plenty of fun with Chris, he’s my favorite little buddy!”

“He’s your only little buddy,” Eddie says, laughing.

“Shut your face,” Buck says, pawing at Eddie’s laughing face dramatically.

Eddie bites at Buck’s palm until he retreats, and then gives him a serious look.

“You’d really use up your time like that for me?”

“Of course I will,” Buck says easily, “I love you and want you to be happy, and have a job that hurts your injuries less.”

Eddie just regards him with wide eyes.

“I haven’t said that out loud before, have I?” Buck asks with a nervous glance.

“I think I would have remembered,” Eddie confirms.

“Well, I do,” Buck says. “love you, I mean. A lot.”

“I’m getting that,” Eddie says, dryly.

“Don’t leave me on read here,” Buck says, grabbing Eddie’s hand in his own and linking their fingers.

“This is a verbal conversation, Buck,” Eddie laughs, squeezing their hands together. “And I love you, too, you dork.”

“Your dork,” Buck says, laying back down and giving Eddie grabby hands until he lays down on Buck’s chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says, nosing Buck’s collarbone, before finally agreeing. “You are.”

“How was the first day?” Buck asks as Eddie gets back from his new job.

“It’s pretty cool,” Eddie says, dropping down onto the sofa beside Buck. “Where’s Chris?”

“Maddie took him to the park,” Buck says, “in case I had to leave for work before you got back. I would’ve texted you.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Eddie says, leaning in for a quick kiss, “just curious.”

“So, private ambulance company, huh?” Buck asks, giving in to the urge to plaster himself against Eddie in a koala-like cuddle.

“America,” Eddie says, in that same tone from all those months ago. “But they hired me.”

Buck nods. “And hey,” he says, “you still get to help people, and you have regular hours now, so you’ll get to spend so much more time with Chris.”

“And you,” Eddie says, allowing himself a moment of sappiness.

“And me,” Buck agrees, grinning. “That’s definitely a bonus.”

“I wish we could afford a place together,” Eddie says. “I hate going to bed without you now, you ruined me, you bastard.”

Buck smirks. “I’m not remotely sorry.”

“Neither am I,” Eddie admits, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the couch, finally relaxing.

“You know,” Buck says. “You could always just move in here. We have that little third bedroom that is basically just storage. It’s perfectly Chris-sized for at least a few more years.”

Eddie opens his eyes at that, sitting up and looking over at Buck in surprise.

“Why are you always throwing stuff like this at me when I’m exhausted?” he asks, laughing.

“You’re always exhausted, baby,” Buck says gently. “I’m trying to fix that.”

Eddie looks at him for a long moment, eyes softening with almost unbearable tenderness.

“It’s working,” Eddie says. “Maddie wouldn’t mind?”

Buck shakes his head and gives Eddie a watery grin. “Nah, it was her idea. Three incomes is better than two, and she spends half her time at Chim’s anyway.”

“She planned that park trip, that little menace,” Eddie laughs.

“We are definitely related,” Buck agrees.

“You have the same smile,” Eddie says, thinking back. “That first time at the restaurant? She was teasing you and looked over at me with that big Buckley grin, and I knew she was your sister before she even introduced herself.”

Buck finds himself warmed by the thought.

“We don’t really look alike otherwise, so that’s nice. But you aren’t allowed to fall in love with my sister, you got it?”

Eddie laughs again and wraps his arms tighter around Buck.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “I have all the Buckley I need right here.”

“Damn right,” Buck says. “Now hush and cuddle me for ten more minutes before I go to work.”

Eddie does.

Buck ends up a half an hour late to work, kiss-rumpled and unrepentant. Not even the grumpy old people with too many items can ruin his mood today.

The End

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie

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i-like-ratsssss · 6 months ago

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To Homos..

(Sodapop x M! Reader)

(Request by @massivecreationdinosaur)

Summary: you came out to your mama a few weeks back, of course now, coming out to the gang. And coming out to dating a boy; Sodapop Curtis.

You came out to your mama a few weeks ago, she took it well and it went on by then. Now. You have to confess to the gang. They only knew that you were into men. They didn’t know you were dating the one and only, Sodapop Curtis. Of course you heard about the small rumors about you and him around the gang but you never objected; causing even greater suspicion.

You walked into the Curtises’ household, seeing Sodapop on the couch. “Hey PepsiCola!” You call out, smiling. He smiled back, getting up from the couch. “Hey there, darlin’!” Soda always called you pet names; he called everyone pet names. Even actual pets. So, the names weren’t always what caused the suspicious of the gang. “How are ya?” He asks, his smile deepening. You cross your arms, grinning. “I’m doin great. Now, Soda. I’m worried about today.” You start, the grin slowly disappearing. He pays your shoulder, a sweet smile growing on his face. “It’s alright, I’ll do all the talking!” He reassures you, pulling you into a hug. You hug back, hearing a car pulling up. It must be the Gang; besides Darry of course, he’s still at work. You let go of Soda, taking his hand. “I’m still worried.”

“Don’t be, we’ll be fine. I bet they’ll understand.” He squeezes your hand, his smile reassuring you. Two-Bit opens the door, his drunken smile brightly colored with red. He must be drunk again, not surprising. Steve was behind him, fixing his hair with a comb. His angry muttering showing he’s upset. The wind must of messed with his hair. Johnny came in with Ponyboy, Pony talking about books. I remember Dally saying yesterday he couldn’t make it since “Buck was having another party and he didn’t wanna miss seeing new broads.” Typical Dally moment. Soda planned on telling Darry by himself so he won’t react quickly in front of the Gang.

You quickly blurt out a welcome. “Hey guys!!” You were visibly nervous, which caught TwoBit off guard. “Hey?” You shared silences for a moment with Two before gulping. Soda stepped in, making a nervous smile. “Anyways, you guys might wanna sit down for this.” Johnny went wide eyed but listened first and went to sit down on the floor. Steve rolled his eyes. “Why? I’m fine standing.” He crossed his arms, his comb still in his hand. Soda grabbed Steve’s arm throwing him on the couch. TwoBit cackled and walked over to the couch, his steps funny looking; as if he was about to scare some little children. Pony was the last to sit down, he sat next to Johnny on the floor with him. They all looked at Soda. You were still worried, wondering how they would react. Would they tell? Would they faint? The possibilities were endless. Soda room a deep breath, putting his hands in his pockets. “So me and him are-“. Steve stopped him. “Dating? We know. It’s pretty obvious.” TwoBit nodding, taking a sip of his beer he put in his jacket pocket. Ponyboy giggled while Johnny smiled as if he was about to laugh. “You know?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at them. Johnny answered for them, “yeah, even Dally and Darry know.” Soda was dumbfounded. “When?” His tone was loud and concerned. “When you guys cuddled on the porch last week.” Pony said, holding a thumbs up. “We saw, just didn’t make a scene.” Pony continued with Johnny nodding. “Oh, that’s great then! So, what gave it away before the cuddle sesh?” You ask, holding onto Soda’s arm. Steve answered quickly, standing up again. His hands on his hips, “the names, the little deeds, etcetera etcetera.” He did a wavy hand motion when he said the etceteras. “And Darry doesn’t care, he just wants Soda happy.” TwoBit added, his smile still bright.

The thought almost made you cry but you toughened up and grinned, “that’s great!” Soda nodded, still a big dumbfounded but smiled.

“Yeah! It is!” Soda messed with your hair as Pony, Johnny and TwoBit grinned. Steve quickly broke the mood, a soft smile on his face. “Who wants a cancer stick?” All of us raised our hands, laughing loudly. Steve smirked, pulling out a pack from Johnny’s jacket pocket. “Thanks Johnnycake.” Before Johnny could object, Steve was already passing them out. “To homos.” TwoBit blurted out, already lighting his cig with his lighter. Pony let the rest of us borrow his. You grinned, staying close to Soda. “Yeah, homos. What a great cigarette toast.” Soda snorted, leaving his cig hanging out his mouth. “Tuff, very tuff.” Steve hollered to Soda. “Very funny.” Soda said back. “I know,” Steve crossed his arms, smirking.

“To Homos, dude.”

The end!! “To Homos.” I think I’m funny lol 😋

#the outsiders #two bit mathews #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #Writing post #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x m! reader #sodapop x reader #x reader #x reader writing #Steve is being his natural prissy self lol

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notsocheezy · 1 month ago

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Brain Curd #201

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

“See that? That’s a real nice one. A Ford Focus. These are super reliable,” said the husband to his wife, entirely pretending to have any car knowledge whatsoever. “Then again, you can’t go wrong with the Nissan Pathfinder, either.”

“Uh-huh,” nodded the wife, not really paying attention to him, staring at a bright pink coupe over on the opposite side of the lot. “Maybe we should look around some more?”

“What, do you really want to spend all day on a used car lot?”

“I sure do!” Said a voice leaning on the car behind the husband, who jumped out of his skin to get away.

“What the hell, man! Don’t sneak up on a guy like that!”

“Sorry, I’ve been told I’m a quiet walker.” The salesman straightened his tie and stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet ya, folks, the name’s Chuck Stickshift! What can I do to get you inside one of these fine automobiles today?”

“Uh…” The husband shook Stickshift’s hand. “Well, we’re looking to buy a car, so…”

“That’s great!” Chuck pulled the husband in close. “I’ve got a wonderful selection of fine vehicles to show you! And may I say sir, you smell fantastic!”

“We’d love to see more of your selection!” The wife beamed.

“I don’t know about that,” said the husband. “I really think the Ford…”

“Not to worry, sir, I won’t let you down! The nicest vehicle we have is this beautiful Porche right here.”

The wife caressed the car’s curves with her fingertips, marveling at the lustrous pearlescent paint job. “We should at least take a test drive, honey. It wouldn’t be right to make a rash decision.”

“Couldn’t agree more, dollface!” The salesman smiled wide, his mouth open and teeth showing. It was transparently fabricated, but undeniably charming. He pulled the husband off to the side. “Sir, I’d like to offer you a discount on this fine car.”

“But -”

“Shh, shhh,” Stickshift put his finger to the man’s lips. “Not a word while I admire your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Here’s what I’d like to offer you. It’s the best I’m authorized to give you, but you both seem like such nice people that I figure we should skip the theatrics of negotiation.”

“Uh… alright?”

“Here’s what I’d like to do for you, friend: I’d like to suck your cock.”

“What?”

“And your wife’s cock, should she have one. Do we have a deal?”

The husband felt a sensation much like having to sneeze but not being able to, except it was in the speech processing center of his brain. “I’m sorry, I think there may be a misunderstanding. We’re here to buy a car?”

“Oh, that?” He chuckled and waved it away. “You can have the car. I don’t care about the car. What you gotta understand about me is that I really love cock. Can’t get enough.”

“You do work here, right?”

Chuck snorted. “This guy thinks I don’t work here!” He said to no one. “Of course I work here, pal, I own the place. Do you think I get the big bucks by standing around all day at some random used car lot?”

“Mr. Stickshift!” The wife called out. “May I see inside?”

“Certainly!” He pulled a twelve-ounce keyring from a carabiner on his belt and tossed it her way. She caught it like a pro baseball player.

“I’m confused…” The husband said, exasperated. “You want to give this car to us for free? What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it!” Chuck patted him on the chest. “That is, nothing’s wrong with it yet. After the test drive, hey, who knows!” He chuckled. “But it wouldn’t be anything a good detail in the back seat wouldn’t clean up, eh?” He elbowed him.

The husband tittered through an awkward smile.

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jooniyah · 4 years ago

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Lover Bouquet : One

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

AU: Yandere!au, Idol!au

Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut (R)

Warnings: Two instances of NON CON, polyamory, established relationship, yandere behavior, pregnancy discussion, emotional abuse, violence, kidnapping, scandal, blood, degradation kink, mobbing, manipulation, profanity, group sex, oral, smut, cum play, groping

Word count: 19.58k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.

This is an idol au setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.

Author’s note: This fic is set in an au where the boys are part of a 7-member boy band called the Biker Boys Squad (BBS) and everything that follows is completely fictional with no intended resemblance to actual places, bands or agencies.

Cover credit: @maleficosmos-2 ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ, ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸᵎ

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The smooth roll of wheels outside had visibly no impact on the inside of the limousine. The shiny interior, complete with Italian leather and crystal wine glasses screamed luxury. The windows were completely tinted, reflecting the bright lights of every radiant storefront the car zoomed past.

The car smelt like heaven, a bouquet of smells fanning your nostrils and intoxicating you. Cologne, aftershave, hairspray, all the most delicious masculine smells danced around your senses, tugging at your inner coil that was slowly rearing its head up.

Namjoon was going through a little chit in his hand, mostly out of habit than necessity. He didn’t really depend on those notes, but it gave him a sense of security to know he had all the points in hand before stepping up to the mic.

“Hyung, add a line in English at the end for our International fans,” Taehyung said, peering over at the chit in Namjoon’s hand. The little note had words written in neat Korean letters, which the younger man glanced at.

“Yeah, will do, Tae,” the elder man responded, his hand reaching down to pat the head nestled in his crotch.

“Keep going, baby girl,” he said, gently ruffling your hair as he resumed scanning the chit. Taehyung and Jimin were sitting on either side of him, Jimin casually sipping the Cheval Blanc from his crystal glass, his pillowy pink lips made even glossier by the fine red wine.

You bobbed your head up and down Namjoon’s length, savoring his unique scent with your cheeks hollowed out around him, sucking deep and hard.

“Shit, that’s it, baby,” he hissed, too far gone to focus on his acceptance speech anymore.

Jimin smiled warmly, his hand snaking down to Namjoon’s lap. His fingers gripped your hair, and he tugged it gently, seeking control over your head. You obliged happily, letting him maneuver your head as he liked.

He slowly pushed you further and further down Namjoon’s shaft, his eyes trained on Namjoon’s face, watching his face twist in hunger. Jimin’s palm was flat against your skull, pushing you to gobble Namjoon’s cock without sparing an inch.

Yoongi was playing a game on his phone, and he looked up just in time to see you struggling against Jimin’s hand.

“Let her breathe, Jiminah,” he lazily scolded, his gummy smile out in full brilliance.

“N- no,” Namjoon panted, looking at Yoongi with pleading eyes. “So close- I’m so close.”

And with that, he groaned out loud, his hips bucking up subconsciously. He ground his body down to the leather seat, his legs trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm.

The hand pressing against your head stayed put, not budging until Namjoon’s legs stopped shivering. Namjoon leaned back and removed his glasses, wiping his hot forehead with a groan. The hand left your hair, moving down to caress your neck.

“Feeling good, hyung?” Jimin’s voice came to your ears like a song.

“You wouldn’t believe how good, Jiminie,” the elder man replied, his breaths coming out in strained intervals.

“Tch, baby…” Jimin said, handing you a Kleenex to wipe your mouth. “You left a drop on Hyung’s trousers.”

Namjoon snapped his head down, his eyes rolling when he saw the single blob of cum on his crotch.

“Damn, those paparazzi will roast us alive,” he murmured, reaching down to wipe it clean.

“No, Joonie,” you whined, hastening to dip your head back down on his crotch. Namjoon’s hand remained suspended in the air with his fingers grasping a tissue, his thigh muscles tensing up when you timidly licked a stripe on his expensive trousers, gathering the blob and sucking it up.

“Oh Y/N, you are so fucking naughty,” Jimin giggled, pulling you up so you could rest your knees.

“Come here, baby,” Yoongi said, his voice thick and raspy. He had waited patiently until Namjoon finished, and now he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Hoseok was sitting next to Yoongi, and the seats were somewhat cramped because four of them were sitting across from Namjoon. The limousine had been altered to their taste, but the seats were a bit smaller than needed.

“Here,” Jin extended his hand, pulling you so you could sit on his lap.

You took advantage of the brief moment to lock your lips against Jin’s neck.

“Hey, no hickeys,” he said, gently swatting at your shoulder. “It’s awards night. No hickeys.”

You puckered your lips up in disappointment. You were only pretending to bite him, just to see his eyes flash. Stern Jin was so fucking sexy.

Yoongi was in the far corner of the seat, and Jin being the smart guy he was, always found a solution.

“Lie down on our thighs,” he said, helping you sprawl yourself across the three sets of thighs, the tips of your toes resting on the owner of the fourth set.

Yoongi’s fingers worked quickly on his zipper, and Jimin’s clear voice teased, “Hyung, you’ll be wrinkling your Saint Laurent suit if you wiggle around too much.”

“Y/N is worth ruining a thousand Saint Laurent suits, Jiminah,” Yoongi quipped as he fished his dick out.

Jin’s long sensitive fingers drew soft circles on your calves, admiring your splendid legs. He brushed his fingers against the curve of your ass, finally settling down to squeeze and knead the firm flesh in his big palms.

The man next to Jin sighed heavily, looking out of the window and squinting through the tinted glass. He had a hard time trying to control himself, but the little toes that kept grazing his thighs distracted him. He bent his head, fighting himself to avoid looking at the sight around him. Of all the men in the limo, Jungkook was the only one who wasn’t staring at your body with simmering lust.

Yoongi was groaning, his hand fisting in your hair as he guided you to take him even deeper. He rested his head against Hoseok’s shoulder, closing his eyes and losing himself in bliss.

Hoseok gazed at Yoongi’s scrunched-up face with warm affection. He always felt supremely happy when Yoongi was having a good time. Your torso was laid on his lap, and he patted your back, encouraging you with soft whispers of praise.

“Yes, baby, that’s it keep going. You’re doing so good.”

Yoongi’s vein bulged alongside his cock, throbbing hard. He was straining so much, curling his toes inside his shoes.

“Gosh, I wanna get inside you,” he moaned, his voice coming out needy and whiny. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, whistling at his wristwatch.

“We’re gonna be on the red carpet in ten minutes, hyung,” he said, clucking his tongue. Yoongi opened his eyes, sending Jin his best pleading look right from his position on Hoseok’s shoulder.

Jin pursed up his pretty lips, looking down at your butt. It was not an easy feat to have full-on sex in the limo. As usual, he was the one who had to improvise a plan.

“Ten minutes is enough for a quickie,” Yoongi whined, his meat still lodged in your hot mouth.

“Okay okay, quit whining. Y/N baby, go sit on Namjoon’s lap,” Jin said, patting your ass. Namjoon looked up, removing his glasses and tucking them inside his breast pocket. He wished he had thought about asking Jin earlier.

You grinned and crawled over to Namjoon, cozying up with your back against his chest, his strong muscular arms spreading your legs wide open.

“All yours, hyung,” Namjoon said, nodding at Yoongi.

It was such a pretty sight to see your red lace undies completely soaked. Hoseok couldn’t hold on anymore, and his hand slipped down to palm himself through his pants.

Yoongi licked his lips, unbuckling his belt for better access. Your legs were already open for him, and Jimin had started caressing your clit with gentle touches. He crouched into a half-kneeling position, grazing his tip against your core.

“Please, just fuck me already,” you cooed, unable to bear Jimin’s teasing anymore. You had to have a cock inside you, it was urgent. Jimin was such a tease, and he enjoyed working you up into a frenzy.

Yoongi smirked, winking at Jimin and slamming his hips into yours, burying himself into you completely.

The car started slowing down, and Jin’s panicked voice rang behind Yoongi’s heaving form.

“We’re here, there’s so many cameras! Stop it, you two!”

Sure enough, there were hundreds of cameras outside, flashes going off every few seconds, waiting for the biggest boyband in the world to step out onto the red carpet.

Yoongi pounded into you harder, sweat running down his temples. He was growling with each thrust, the sound rumbling from deep inside his chest and sending a delicious thrill up your spine.

The car rolled to a stop, directly in front of the sea of people. Hushed murmurs were going around as everyone strained to peer through the tinted windows.

“What’s up? Why aren’t they stepping out?”

“Is something the matter?”

“Are you sure they are inside?”

A few reckless journalists tried to inch closer and glance through the windows. But the blinding camera lights reflected off the glass, completely blocking out the interior of the limousine.

Inside, Jimin hastened to pat down Yoongi’s streaming face, his nerves strung out completely. Yoongi buckled over and collapsed on Namjoon’s shoulder, blissed out at his climax. Jin grabbed him by the waist, pushing him back into his seat.

There was no time to be lost, and you got to work immediately, sucking Yoongi clean and zipping him up. You were just done tucking his shirt back neatly when one of the agency’s managers politely knocked on the door.

Looking up, you grinned at Yoongi, patting his knee.

“All done. Off you go, guys.”

You stayed back, keeping yourself hidden while the boys got out of the car one by one, smiling and waving at the crowd. The camera flashes multiplied manifold, clicking incessantly as the lenses gobbled up your boyfriends.

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“I miss you,” you whined, pouting at your phone screen. Hoseok’s gorgeous face pouted too, as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“I miss you too, Y/N. Everyone does.”

A chorus of groans behind Hoseok declared their assent. Taehyung’s head popped into the screen, and he settled his chin over Hoseok’s shoulder.

“It’s so frustrating without you, Y/N.”

You sighed and shook your head sadly.

“I know, it’s the same here.”

“Hold up, Yoongs wants to talk,” Hoseok said, moving his phone and pushing it into Yoongi’s hand.

“Babe...” he drawled, only half-awake from his power nap. “Get on a flight and come over.”

You twisted the cord on the hoodie you were wearing.

“How? You guys are all so busy. You’re touring so many places. Besides, your schedule is jam-packed.”

Namjoon’s voice piped up from the background.

“I got an idea.”

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“Are you sure this will work?” you asked, shimmying into the black uniform Namjoon had brought you.

“Of course. You can travel with us throughout the tour and no one will know.”

Taehyung whistled on seeing your outfit.

“You know hyung, I’m beginning to see why they call you the brain of our band.”

Namjoon chuckled, his dimples popping out.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, holding you by the shoulders and turning you over to let the others see. “This is brilliant.”

The white letters were stamped boldly on the back of your outfit.

‘BBS CREW’

Jin came closer, pinning an identity badge on the belt loop of your jeans.

“There. You’re officially a crew member now.”

There was a knock on the door, and you ran to hide behind the clothes rack.

“We’re all set,” a crew member said, gesturing that it was time to go on stage. “In five.”

She left the door half open, and you peeped out from behind the rack.

“Time to go?” you asked.

“Yep,” Jin said, gripping your hand. “Come with us.”

There were so many people wearing the same outfit as yours, milling around the backstage rooms. It was very easy to blend in.

You walked with the guys to the very entrance they would go through, heart fluttering to hear the thunderous welcome they received from the audience as they stepped on stage.

It was a terrific experience to stay so close to the stage and see them perform. It was even more astounding to watch the audience get enthralled in the magic your boyfriends created. You stood at the wings, your heart swelling with pride.

After a while, it was finally time for a break, and the guys made their way off stage. They were soaked in sweat, and were panting hard.

“Sprained my ankle,” Hoseok whispered, limping gingerly while Jimin supported him.

“Fan, please,” Yoongi groaned, and a crew member hurried to get him a mini fan.

People were running everywhere, stylists were dabbing touch ups to the makeup and assistants were helping the guys change into the outfits for the next routine.

You hurried to Hoseok’s side, kneeling beside him and taking his hand. A medic was tending to his sprain, and you squeezed his hand tenderly.

“You okay?” you whispered, and he managed a weak nod.

“Better rest this foot,” the medic murmured, to which Hoseok shook his head.

“No. Rest after the concert. Gotta dance.” He was clenching his teeth tightly.

A heavy hand gripped your shoulder, and you looked up. Namjoon was standing with a mini fan, sweat streaming down his face.

“He won’t listen to the medic,” you said in a low voice.

“I know,” he sighed, gently pulling you up to your feet. “Don’t worry too much. It’s like this all the time.”

You nodded, looking around. Everyone was holding mini fans and wiping their sweat off with towels. Yoongi was sprawled out on the floor, and a crew member was fanning him with a big cloth.

“This is hard,” you said, turning back to face Namjoon.

“Yes. But they’re all strong. They’ll handle it.”

You nodded again. This was something they were used to. It would take you some time to get used to it, though.

“Here,” Namjoon said, clasping your hand and walking towards the wings again. The audience were still energetic, doing the fan chant over and over until the guys would get on stage again. Their light sticks were glowing bright, lighting up the whole arena and making it feel as if the stars had rained down to watch the concert.

“See that?” Namjoon whispered, his voice taking on a tone of astonishment. “That’s surreal. So much love, so much energy. They’ve all camped out in the cold for two days. Forget us, imagine how much they’d have gone through to get here.”

You hummed in agreement, still lost in the beauty of the light sticks.

“That’s who we perform for,” Namjoon said, his voice warm and sincere.

You smiled and looked back at his shining face. His eyes were reflecting the radiance of thousands of light sticks.

“Stand by in three...” someone’s voice shouted, and all the guys shot up to their feet with exhausted groans.

They assembled in line again, ready to get on stage for the next performance. One by one, they hurried through the entrance, until everyone except Namjoon had gone back to the waiting area.

“Namjoon-ssi!” someone screamed in alarm, and you shook his arm to get him going.

“Go on, Joon,” you hissed, trying to push him into action.

He looked at you in a daze, and dipped his head urgently.

“Namjoon-ssi!” Another voice called out in emergency, when he cupped your chin and captured your lips in a frantic kiss.

You saw people running towards Namjoon out of the corner of your eyes. There were confused shouts, as the red digital timer counted down the seconds to cue the music.

In a quick flash, he broke the kiss and squeezed your hand, running over to join his mates on stage.

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“Jinnie?”

The mischievous eyes twinkled at you when he replied with a coy “Hm?”

You were lying on his chest, content with listening to his heartbeat thudding away. When you raised your head to look at him, you placed your chin on his ribs, making him squirm and giggle.

“Y/N! It tickles!”

He was still laughing, trying to lift your pointy chin when your next words caught him off-guard.

“Jungkook was so sulky today.”

His laughter died down, the glee on his face replaced with an inscrutable emotion.

“Do you know why?” you pressed, not ready to leave it undiscussed. “He looked like-” you batted your lashes, “-like he was pissed off at us.” You drew a long breath. “Mostly at me.”

Jin was quick to cup your cheek, tutting at the last comment.

“Of course not, Y/N. He was probably nervous about the concert.” He could clearly see that you weren’t convinced. “I’ll talk to him about it.”

You nodded, lost in thought. Did Jungkook not want to be part of the relationship? He hadn’t kissed you or said a kind word to you in days. He had flinched hard when you had touched him earlier in the day. You were about to open your mouth and voice out your thoughts when the bed dipped beside you, and Taehyung’s large sinewy hands landed on your waist.

“Jin hyung, I need to cuddle Y/N to sleep,” he said, his sleepy voice deeper than it normally was.

You swallowed your words, forgetting your thoughts at the deep voice booming into your back. Jin hummed his acknowledgment to Taehyung, gazing at the ceiling in peace, content with having you draped on his chest.

The boys rarely closed their doors, because it was so normal for one or the other to pop into your room at night. You were in love with all of them, yes, but you always slept with Jin. He had been your first boyfriend, and it was a given that you would go to bed with him every night.

The rest of them dropped by sometimes, as Taehyung had just done. Sometimes it even led to threesomes and steamy hot sex. But tonight, you were content with the Jin-Taehyung sandwich. Because the boys were frequently in and out of the room, you left the door open at night.

A digital watch somewhere in one of the rooms lit up its iridescent digits, sounding a slight chime when it turned 2 am.

You were having a dream, and the sound interrupted it, waking you up. You had no desire to open your eyes. You lay with your eyes closed, listening to Jin’s even breathing in tranquil happiness.

Taehyung moaned slightly in his sleep, burying his head into your neck and crushing you tighter against his chest. His thick hair brushed against your skin, and you grudgingly opened your eyes.

It was so dark, and you made out Jin’s hand stretched towards you, in case you wanted to nestle into the crook of his armpit. You smiled to yourself, loving how sweet he was. You wanted to crawl into his arms, so you decided to move slightly.

You raised your head, and your sleep-heavy eyes caught sight of a figure sidling along the open door, the sudden apparition eliciting a strangled scream from deep within your bosom. You rubbed your eyes and squinted again, but the apparition had vanished.

“What? What is it?”

Jin was up in an instant, his groggy voice somehow soothing your anxiety. Taehyung woke up too, and between them, they asked you what had happened, and you pointed at the door with shaking fingers.

“I- think I saw someone. Something.”

Jin squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

“Y/N, baby, what exactly did you see?”

Your nerves were shaken so bad you couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper.

“Someone- was watching… me. I only saw the eyes. And then- it- disappeared.”

Jin looked at Taehyung, the brief glance laden with meaning.

“Okay, I’ll go investigate. Taehyung, stay with Y/N.”

Jin got out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room in search of the mysterious apparition. Taehyung hooked his chin on your shoulder, hugging you protectively and blowing air softly on your neck. Jin was gone for a good ten minutes before he returned to the room.

“I did a thorough sweep, Y/N. There’s no one at the house except the guys.”

He climbed into the bed, pulling the sheets over his legs. He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“Don’t worry baby, even if he or she comes back, you’ve got two strong boyfriends in this room to protect you.”

God, Jin was so good at making you feel perfectly safe. You smiled and squeezed his hand back. Taehyung hummed behind you, agreeing to Jin’s words.

In a few minutes, Jin was peacefully breathing again, his hand resting on your waist. It was heavy, but the weight gave you reassurance.

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“Yoongi!”

Hoseok’s morning routine included waking up his friend and kicking him out of bed. The guy was simply impossible to rouse, and the rest of the guys steered clear of his morning temper. He reserved a string of eloquent curses to fire at the unfortunate person who woke him up, intentional or otherwise.

Hoseok and you were the only ones immune to his foul mouth. Hoseok simply cursed back at him, and you had a completely different method of waking Yoongi up. A method that involved locking your lips around his morning wood and humming around it.

Today, however, you weren’t around to save Hoseok’s ears.

“Where the hell is Y/N?” Hoseok muttered to himself, ripping the sheets off the man curled like a kitten underneath. Yoongi had a large queen-sized bed, but he insisted on rolling into a ball when he slept. It was endearing to find him curled up like that, but the next moment he would hiss and scowl, cross at being woken up. That man certainly ran hot and cold so quickly.

Yoongi opened his mouth, ready to go off, when Hoseok pushed a pillow into his face.

“Save your breath. I’m gonna go find Y/N. Get your ass off the bed, hyung.”

The rest of the guys were up and about, chattering noisily and clattering dishes in the kitchen.

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU USE THAT PAN FOR THE EGGS?”

“Taehyung I swear to God if you break that plate…”

“Namjoon just flip the pancake, man you’re burning it!”

Hoseok waded through the noise, walking down the kitchen and crossing a suite of rooms. His sharp ears picked up your whimpers, and he followed the sounds, briskly trotting towards the source.

The door was half-open, and he stepped in, not bothering to knock.

“Goodness, what a racket!”

Jimin had you pinned up against the wall, your legs wrapped tight around his lithe body. One of his hands was around your neck, and the other was working on rubbing your clit. He had been ramming into you hard, and he jerked to a stop at Hoseok’s voice.

“Hobi hyung!”

Hoseok licked his lips when he saw your pretty little cunt filled to the brim with Jimin’s thick cock. He felt himself stirring in his pants.

“Such a noisy one,” he said, walking towards you. “I could hear her whining all the way in the kitchen.”

Jimin grinned, his eye-smile lighting up his face.

“I’m doing my job right then.”

Hoseok snickered, tracing his finger along the bridge of your nose, bringing it over your lips. You opened up obediently, sucking on his finger with closed eyes, still impaled on Jimin’s cock.

“You need something to stuff your mouth with, darling,” Hoseok murmured, and you nodded in agreement. He wasn’t satisfied though, and he glanced at Jimin, and the latter slipped out of you without a word.

“No,” you moaned around the finger, whimpering at the loss.

“Use your words like a good girl, baby,” Hoseok said, popping his finger out of your mouth. “Only then you’ll get Jimin’s dick back.”

You loved it when Hoseok was all riled up and ready to snap. He was delicious when danger oozed out of his persona, threatening you into submission.

“My mouth needs to be stuffed, Hobi,” you said, drawing the syllables out sexily.

“With what, baby?”

Jimin’s sly smile returned, and he bit his lip while he waited for your pretty lips to form the words.

“With your cock.”

“That’s right.”

Hoseok nodded at you, and Jimin set you down gently, untangling your legs from his hips. You went down on all fours, and Hoseok turned so his back was supported against the wall. He sunk his fingers into your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your face towards his crotch.

You had learned the art of unzipping pants with your teeth, so it was easy to unzip him. Behind you, Jimin was spitting on his palm and stroking his length.

“Please,” you whispered, lust blinding you. “Please fuck me.”

The men grinned at each other, and with one savage push, Jimin sheathed himself inside you again. Hoseok had been slapping his dick against your cheek, and when you opened your mouth to moan at Jimin’s entrance, Hoseok took the chance to push himself inside your warm silky mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing at your roots hard. “Beat that pussy hard, Jiminah.”

Between the two of them, they found a steady rhythm that let you get fucked on both sides without any lag. Jimin was going at it hard, slamming himself into you like it was his last day on earth. It was sinfully delicious to hear his angelic voice groaning loud with each thrust.

You moaned around Hoseok’s cock, tapping his thighs softly. He stopped abruptly, looking down at you in concern. He slipped out of your mouth gently.

“Yes, baby?”

You ran your finger on your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your mouth. You knew it always drove him crazy when you did that.

“Hobi, sit on my face.”

A smirk spread on Hoseok’s face, and he chuckled lightly.

Jimin pulled your hips towards him, helping you lie down on the floor. Hoseok gently placed your head down, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable in the slightest. And then, he knelt so his thighs were on either side of your face, and dipped his pelvis down a bit, ghosting his weight on you.

You reached out and pulled his thighs closer, whining “Just sit on me please.”

He giggled, his whole body vibrating in mirth.

“Want me to teabag you, little slut?” He lowered himself down a little more. “Huh? Is that what you want?”

“Mmnnhhhh” you buried your face into his balls, and Jimin lay down flat on the floor, his face burrowed into your clit. His lovely lips clasped tight around your bud, his tongue working hard and fast to reduce you to a pool of wobbly jelly.

Above you, Hoseok grabbed his dick and pumped himself hard, dipping his balls in and out of your mouth all the while. He growled when you sucked on them and used your teeth to slightly graze them.

His hands roamed over your chest, gathering your breasts and massaging them. He saw Jimin eating you out at a feral pace, and a fresh pang of want made his dick throb. He aligned his cock between your supple mounds, starting to fuck your breasts while you suckled on his balls.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are a damn fucking goddess,” he breathed, picking up his pace and working his cock faster, amazed at how your breasts bounced so beautifully around him. His thighs started quivering, and you could feel his sweat beginning to moisten his skin. He was so close.

He ran his hands over your breasts and traveled down, leaning forward a bit, doubling up so that his face was in level with your navel. His hot breath sent all your nerves into overdrive, and he started kissing a line down to your belly button.

You moaned out loud, but the sound came out strangled because you had a mouthful of balls. Jimin felt you tremble and shake under him, and he smiled into your pussy. He worked his finger into you, curling and twirling proving even his fingers could dance.

You felt Hoseok’s tongue lick a hot circle around your belly button, and that was it for you. There were stars in your vision, and you trembled so hard that Jimin gripped your calves tight, helping you ride it out. Hoseok straightened his back, seeing you shake all over. He put his arm around your neck and held on to your shoulder, wiping your sweaty forehead and kissing your hand softly, cooing to you.

Jimin shot up the next moment, wiping his mouth and laughing that sweet tinkling laugh.

“Hyung, she squirted all over me!”

Hoseok had just finished shooting his cum all over your breasts, and you strained to look at Jimin.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Jimin.” Hoseok tilted his hips and you propped yourself up to look at the mess you had created. All of Jimin’s shirt, right from the collar to his torso, was soaked.

“I’m sorry... let me clean it,” you reached your hand out, and he simply swatted it away.

“What are you sorry for? Lie back down and let me eat your pussy again, baby.”

─── ·❆· ───

Eighteen months ago

“Jinnie,” you called, turning to face your boyfriend who was stuffing his face with noodles. You were fidgeting before the mirror, unsure what your boyfriend’s reaction would be.

“Huh, babe?” he asked, still busy scraping the last bits of noodles from the takeout box.

You quickly stole one last look at yourself in the mirror and then marched to the side of the bed. His suit was strewn over the white sheets, and he was in his boxers, slurping noodles like his life depended on it.

“Tell me if this dress is okay,” you said, standing directly before him.

“Why, that’s a lovely dress, you’re so pretty!” He paused to fan his mouth, the spice finally catching up to him. “Hot. Damn hot. You. And the noodles.” He fluttered his hands wildly, coughing dramatically.

You tossed a water bottle to him, giggling at his red face.

“So,” he said, sipping the water thankfully, “why do you even ask that? I bought that dress for you.” He scrunched his nose up, looking at you in mischief. “Are you doubting my taste?”

He got a well-aimed pillow thrown against his face, and he laughed.

“Why else would you ask?” he raised his voice like a bratty child.

“This.”

You pointed to your boobs, biting your lip. He pushed the cushion under his head, ogling at your body lazily.

“I don’t see anything wrong with your rack.” He smiled proudly to himself. “You look awesome.”

“But,” you sighed, nervously pulling at the fabric. “The neckline- it’s too deep.”

“So? It’s even more sexy.”

He didn’t seem to get it.

“Seokjin,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “What about the rest of the guys? What would they think? Isn’t this more... like… suitable for when we go on a date, alone, just the two of us?”

“Ah.” He finally understood what you were going on about. The dress had a very low neckline, and you found it weird that he had suggested you wear it to the party with his friends.

He cleared his throat as if he were going to say something. He opened and closed his mouth several times, not a sound escaping his lips.

“Y/N, listen. I need to tell you something. But can it wait until after the party?”

He saw the curiosity burning on your face, but you managed to nod.

“Also, don’t forget to wear the fishnet stockings I got you.”

You tilted your head and gazed at him, pursing your lips.

“Are you trying to show off before the guys, Kim Seokjin?” you asked, accusingly.

He shook his head, the smile never leaving his lips. “Just wear it to the party and I’ll tell you all about it later.”

———❖———

You were slipping your heels off, Seokjin was lending you his arm to balance yourself. He had looked stunning in his suit, and you had loved the way his eyes streamed while he joked and kept everyone in splits.

It was a very hush-hush party open only for the label’s artists and their dates. Seokjin didn’t have much privacy in his life, and he tried his best to take advantage of the precious few private parties that came his way.

“Careful,” he said, catching hold of your arm just before you slipped. “I don’t know what you get by torturing your feet like that.”

You simply giggled, pouting your lips at him. “You’re too tall, Jinnie. I need to be able to kiss you whenever I want.”

And there, you had done it. You had made the master of jokes blush so hard his ears turned red. He cleared his throat, his breadcheeks straining hard to contain his smile.

“Let’s go and have a drink.”

He tried to walk ahead, but you caught his sleeve and tugged.

“Jin, tell me what the big secret is,” you mewled, loving how good his toned arms felt. “You know, you said there’s something you had to say.”

He patted your knuckles, nodding sweetly.

“I know. That’s what I need the drink for.”

You huffed, watching him saunter over to the cabinet to pull a bottle of wine. He was so damn hot when he was in suits, but he was hotter when he was pulling his bow loose and mussing his hair. You followed him to the bedroom, tagging along like a lovesick puppy.

The rest of the chaotic group were drinking and fooling around in the living room, rocking the walls with their boisterous laughs. It wasn’t unusual for Jin to bring the boys over; they were always hanging around one time or the other.

“Ahem.”

You crossed your arms, and the gesture didn’t help Jin. Your boobs were squished together and the deep neckline made it impossible for him to focus. He licked his lips and took another sip of the wine to steady his nerves.

But Jin had such an easy relationship with you. He knew that he could talk to you about anything. He trusted you so much that he just knew what he was about to say wouldn’t break your relationship. He just needed to find a way to break the ice.

“Come here,” he murmured, patting his thigh. “Come sit on my lap.”

You glided towards him, settling down on his lap happily. Your cleavage was even closer now, and Jin just lost control.

He placed his glass down, not caring about staining the rug. With a deep moan, he pushed his face into your chest, burrowing into his favorite place in the world. He rubbed his face against the soft flesh, purring in delight.

You let him be, carding your fingers through his thick glossy hair. He would talk when he was ready. Meanwhile, you would enjoy your boyfriend’s attention contently. His teeth were grazing your skin now, sucking soft love bites to show his appreciation.

“Jin,” you breathed, and he lost it completely.

“Fuck, yeah. Say my name like that.”

He lifted his head to look into your eyes, and you saw the rich want coloring his pupils.

“Lemme inspect my girl,” he whispered, pushing his hand between your legs and feeling around for the familiar wetness of your undies.

“You’re soaking already, Y/N,” he groaned, and you saw his nostrils flaring. He gulped at the feeling, and his Adam's apple bobbed enticingly. It was the most beautiful sight ever.

His finger pushed the fabric aside, easily scooping up your essence. He looked straight into your eyes as he brought his digit to his lips and licked it, curling his pink tongue and making your insides clench.

Jin was blessed with long bony fingers, and they were a bit crooked too. A fact he took huge pride in. Because it allowed him to do things to your pussy that no one else could. He slid one finger inside you, drinking in how bothered you looked.

With a soft groan, you parted your legs wider to give him better access. His finger pumped in and out of you, drawing strangled moans from your shaking body. He slowly increased his pace, never taking his eyes off you.

“J-Jin..”

He slid another finger in, and this time his crooked bony fingers found your happy place and pushed against it, reducing you to a whimpering mess on his lap. He never stopped, his chest puffing with pride when he saw how you came undone on his fingers.

“Wanna cum?” he asked, and you nodded vigorously. His grin made an appearance again.

“You gotta ride me first, baby.”

Smiling impishly, you tore the jacket off his shoulders in one swoop. His shoulders were so wide, and you loved grabbing onto them when you rode him. The white dress shirt underneath had gold-plated buttons, winking at you. Seokjin certainly deserved to be dressed from head to toe in gold.

You could hear the boys knocking things around in the living room, and the little wildcat in you reared its head. You liked the thrill of riding Jin with his friends just outside the room. Jin might never guess it, but you wouldn’t even mind if one of the guys actually walked in on you bouncing on your boyfriend’s cock.

Snaking your hand down to his crotch, you unzipped his pants and fished his dick out. He was rock-hard. Jin always had loads of glossy pre-cum, and you slowly worked his juices all over his shaft, stroking him. He grabbed your wrist, his plush lip caught between his teeth.

“Sit on me.”

You gladly obliged, shifting your hips and hovering over him. He pushed your undies aside with his thumb, and you slid down his length, sheathing him completely. Once he was fully in, you rotated your hips, drawing sharp curses from his pillowy lips.

“Ah shit, Y/N. That’s it. Faster, go faster.”

You picked up your pace, holding on to his broad muscular shoulders and bouncing as fast as you could. Jin usually wanted to see your breasts when you rode him. That day, however, he made no effort to undress you. The red fabric was bunched up unceremoniously around your waist, but your breasts were still clothed.

“Oh gosh, Y/N, allow me….”

He grabbed your hips, pushing himself off the bed and thrusting up into you. You let him take over, squeezing his shoulders and letting him rail you as he pleased.

Jin loved the whimpers escaping your dirty little mouth, the sounds egging him on to ruin you completely. He pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling your ears like a crescendo.

“Like my cock stretching you, huh?” He panted between his thrusts. His stamina was out of the world.

“You’re my little cockpuppet, aren’t you?”

His words always had the effect of reducing you to putty. That man had such a filthy mouth, one he was only too happy to unleash on you.

“Oh goddamn, Jin!”

You knew he was close; the taut flesh of his abdomen was quivering with the stirrings of a powerful orgasm. Your fingers clawed into his broad shoulders just in time.

Jin sounded nothing like his ordinary self when he cummed. He had a special sex voice that only you had the privilege of hearing. He moaned out loud, growling like an animal in pain as he shot all his seed inside your walls.

You could feel his cock pulsate inside you, twitching as your pussy milked him for all his worth. His breaths came out in hot pants, beads of sweat rolling down his temples.

“Feeling good, baby?”

He looked into your eyes, and you smiled happily at him.

“Never been better.”

The soft breadcheeks stretched into a smile. Damn, he was so beautiful when he smiled like that.

You hooked your finger under his chin.

His finger was tracing circles over the fishnet stockings, and you raised an eyebrow naughtily.

“Since when are you into fishnets?”

He chuckled slowly, chewing his lip.

“It wasn’t exactly for me... Remember when I said I had something to tell you?”

You huffed in impatience, gripping the hair at the base of his neck and peering at him curiously.

“Come on! Tell me. Now.”

He looked down at where both your hips joined. He slid his softening dick out of you, and you silently helped him tuck himself back into his pants.

The sound of the zipper closing shattered the silence. He bit his lip and peered into your eyes.

“Y/N,” there was a slight shake in his voice. “Have you ever…” His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips. “What do you think of…”

You blew out your cheeks. It was unusual for your ever-confident boyfriend to sound so doubtful.

“Just say it, Jinnie.”

He took a deep breath, and ran his fingers up your thigh, gathering his thoughts.

“Y/N baby, you sometimes moan in your sleep.”

You smiled at him playfully.

“What do I moan?”

He knotted his eyebrows and sighed softly.

“You moan the names of the other members.”

The smile froze on your face, your heart steadily dropping in your chest. It felt like someone had shoved a giant block of ice down your throat.

“I- I didn’t mean to… It wasn’t…”

Jin saw the panic on your face and shook his head hastily.

“Hear me out, Y/N.” He reached his palm to cup your cheek. “Wait, listen.”

He hadn’t meant to make you feel guilty in the slightest. He shushed you and blurted the words out:

“I meant to ask what you thought about sharing.”

You wrinkled your forehead in confusion.

“Sharing what?”

He wiggled his nose, carefully looking at your reaction as he said the words:

“Sharing you with the other members. Like- like a poly relationship.”

Your jaw dropped, and you regarded your boyfriend with a wary look. Was he really suggesting that? Or was it a snide question? You knew the Jin you loved would never be mean to you. He was too straightforward and blunt to beat around the bush.

“Are you… really asking me?”

His finger traveled up your face and traced your cheekbone.

“Of course I am. You can tell me no if I crossed a line.” He paused for a second.” I genuinely want to know if you’d like it.”

You bunched his shirt up in your fists, scared of what would happen next. Would he hate you if you said “Yes”? Would he feel inadequate? Would he feel like he’d been cheated on?

It was a while before you found your voice.

“Am I going to lose you?”

His face became serious.

“Why would you? Of course not! Baby, I’m the one suggesting it.”

He was suggesting it? The thought made your head spin. It was all too raw to process.

“Are you drunk, Jinnie?”

You knew he wasn’t. Your boyfriend had an extremely good tolerance for alcohol. He shook his head without taking his eyes off your face.

“Don’t worry, I am not. And no, I am not going to back out in the morning.”

He really was serious. You chewed on your lips, gazing at his open face.

“And- the guys, how will you talk to them about… this?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, his rare dimple peeking at you.

“I may have already talked about it with them.”

You drew back in horror.

“What?!”

He shifted his hips into a more comfortable position. He had talked about it with his guys, and they had been open to trying it if you really wanted it. Jin knew how your mind worked, and he was sure you’d want to try at least once.

“Sh, Y/N. It’s all up to you now. No one will judge you for it. I know the guys. They all adore you. Just tell me if you want to try this.”

Your hands flew to your hot face in a poor attempt at hiding yourself. Jin’s big palms caught your wrists.

“Don’t hate me,” you whined, your voice so low it was close to breaking.

———❖———

Jin held your hand tight as he guided you to the living room. The six other guys were boisterously arguing about something. A sudden hush blanketed the noise as soon as Jin ground to a halt in the middle of the room.

You refused to look up, staring at the rug like your whole body would ignite and go up in flames if you did.

“Let’s go to the guest bedroom,” Jin said, addressing the men in the room. He jerked his head at them and turned on his heel, pulling you with him.

The bedroom was the biggest in your apartment, and it housed two queen-sized beds. You had originally intended to rent it out to your friends before your boyfriend came along.

Jin drew the blinds and returned to your side, tapping his foot on the floor gently. One by one, the guys made their way into the room, forming a semicircle around Jin and you.

They were all still in the suits they had worn to the party. Granted, a few ties and bows were loosened and some suits were specked with pizza crust. But they looked just as fucking handsome as ever, disheveled or otherwise.

Everyone looked slightly nervous, and they waited for someone to break the ice. Namjoon, used to his role of the leader, took the lead naturally.

He cleared his throat, glancing at you.

“Y/N, I… um… understand this is all new, but…”

Jin stared at Namjoon, silently urging him to use his eloquent mouth to come up with something more confident.

Namjoon took a step forward, his palms open to in an attempt to instill trust.

“We all love you so much, and I assure you that there’s nothing to be worried about.”

The rest of the group nodded in silence, and you looked at Namjoon through lowered lashes. This was so surreal. Was it all a dream?

Jin squeezed your hand, and you squeezed it back. Gosh, this was so real.

You saw the polished tips of Namjoon’s shoes advance towards you.

“If you say no, we’ll leave this room and forget that this ever happened. We’d understand.”

God, no. You couldn’t say no. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t want them. But how was it all true? How did all seven of them like you back? Was it right to even think about it?

“No,” you saw the tips of Namjoon’s shoes stop abruptly on the floor.

“No," you repeated, "I can’t say no.”

The gleaming shoes hesitantly made their way towards you again.

He stood directly in front of you, and Jin let go of your hand. A sudden feeling of panic rose up your chest, but it disappeared when Jin’s hand reached to grip your shoulder lightly.

Namjoon reached his hand out, saying,

“Is it okay if I do…” He rested his palm against your hip, “…this?”

You gulped and nodded, staring into his chocolate eyes.

He gently squeezed your hip, watching you in rapt attention.

“And this?”

“Yes,” you breathed out shakily.

“You’re wearing fishnets,” Namjoon noted with barely contained eagerness, and you saw Jin cheekily nod his head at his band mate.

“Just how you like it, huh?” Jin teased, winking at Namjoon, who blushed in return.

Namjoon’s hand slipped around your waist, and he murmured in a soft voice, “Is it alright if we move closer to the bed?”

You nodded your head in a daze.

“Uh-huh.”

The rest of the guys parted, breaking the semicircle and making way for you. It really was happening. The thudding in your ears grew louder and louder.

Namjoon sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

“Come sit, honey.”

You turned and looked at your boyfriend, seeking reassurance before you let yourself go completely. Jin nodded his head and winked, a little smile playing on the edges of his lips. Drawing a shaky breath, you climbed into Namjoon’s lap, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

“We can stop anytime you want,” Namjoon said, gazing earnestly at your face. “Do you want to continue?”

You bit your lip and looked at the men clustered around you. This was it.

“Yes, I want to.”

A barely audible sigh escaped Namjoon’s lips. Had he been holding his breath too? Was he nervous too? Nothing about his persona gave away his nervousness. His fingers were steady, so was his voice. He had an aura of confidence in every move.

“Are you sure, baby? You are okay with this?”

“Yes... oh yes, please.”

The last word was drawn into a needy whine, and Taehyung chuckled from across the room. A few of them were sitting on the other bed, watching the events unfold. Jin was standing at the foot of the bed, his hawk eyes never leaving you. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, looking unbothered. But only he knew the way his stomach was doing backflips, the thought of having you leaving him shaking in his shoes.

Namjoon gently cupped your jaw, pulling you in and brushing his lips softly against yours. His other hand roamed over to your shoulder blade, a finger hooking under the spaghetti strap. Taking his sweet time, the man peeled the strap off your shoulder, his hand moving to free the other strap as well.

“Ready?”

His whisper was full of lust, and you nodded in urgency. With one fluid tug, he pulled the top of your dress down towards your waist, leaving your lace push-up bra for all the men to see. There was a sharp gasp from somewhere in the room, but you were far too gone to identify who it belonged to.

Your eyes flitted over to Jin’s, and you saw him looking straight at your chest, enthralled. He didn’t look the least bit concerned. Rather, he seemed to be enjoying it, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he gulped at the sight.

There was a deafening silence in the room, it was almost unbearable. Namjoon’s hand roamed over to your thigh-high stockings, and his long index finger slipped under the elastic band, dragging sinful lines along your skin.

He sighed darkly, admiring the way your legs looked. He had only mentioned to Jin about his kink for fishnets in passing. He couldn’t believe Jin had remembered.

His other hand was on your back, his fingers hooked under the clasps of your bra.

Deftly, with just two fingers, he undid the clasps, ridding your skin of the offending fabric.

The cold air in the room coupled with the sudden nakedness gave you such a rush, so much that all the fine hair on your skin stood up in goosebumps. There were a few groans around you, and it became so hard to sit still on Namjoon’s lap.

“Make sure she’s feeling comfortable,” Yoongi murmured from his position against the wall, his palm resting ever so slightly on his bulge.

“Here,” Yoongi said, moving towards you and stooping to look into your eyes. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N?”

You nodded, too enthralled in his brilliant black eyes to answer.

He dropped his voice lower, sliding a finger along your jawline.

“Tell us what you want.”

Your nipples were so hard, painfully neglected by not one but seven men in the room.

“I-” You looked at Namjoon, and gripped your hip gently, running his tongue over his plump lips. “-just, can you all take your shirts off?” Your naked torso was in stark contrast to their suits, and you were hyper aware of it.

Jungkook’s little giggle reached your ears, and you sighed in relief as one by one, all the suits and dress shirts came off, revealing sculpted chests and hard, taut abs.

God, Jin was fucking ethereal when he was naked, you always had to remember to breathe when he undressed. But now, right in front of you, seven sons of Aphrodite were offering you their shirtless bodies, letting you feast your eyes on godly perfection.

Namjoon’s bare chest heaved perfectly in harmony with yours, the warmth of his body seeping into your pores.

“Please…” you whined, needy for attention. “Please touch me.”

Yoongi groaned, rubbing his face against your neck, and starting to press kisses down your shoulder blades.

Namjoon nodded at the rest of them, and slowly everyone moved towards you, crowding around you like children around an ice cream truck. One strong arm pulled you, so you were sitting sideways on Namjoon’s lap, providing better access to the others.

Jimin dove straight into your chest, attaching his mouth to your breast and suckling eagerly. He gobbled up as much of the flesh as he could into his little mouth, earning shaky moans that spilled out of your lips.

Namjoon’s finger pushed your underwear away, dipping into your core and curling a bit. He popped out his dimples, smirking hard at Jin.

“Guys, hyung has already marked his territory.”

Jin’s ears went red, and he stammered out while waving his hands,

“It’s nothing like that! It’s just impossible to resist her.” He paused, looking down and grinning at you before adding, “You’re all gonna discover that soon enough.”

You giggled, catching sight of his red face and puckered lips. Jimin was still attached to your chest, working his devilish tongue on your breast.

“Show some love to the other tit too,” Jin said, and everyone chuckled, the tension in the air evaporating completely.

Soon enough, Jungkook’s veiny hand was kneading your other breast, and everyone closed in on you, their eager hands running all over your body, sending you tumbling into bliss.

─── ·❆· ───

Present day

“Yoongs?”

He was hunched over some sheets of music, his nerdy glasses making him look wise and serene.

“Huh?”

He removed his glasses, running his hand through his shock of black hair, mussing it up. A genuine smile lit his face up when he looked at you.

“Yeah, baby?”

You knew he was busy, producing music for one of his collabs. But he had asked you to hang out with him in the studio. And that was when Jungkook had entered, his face hostile and sullen, passing by to drop some of Yoongi’s lyric sheets. He had practically glowered at you, slamming the door behind him unnecessarily loud.

“Um, do you think Kook is mad at me?”

He looked surprised.

“No, why would he be?”

You hadn’t the faintest idea why. But something was up. You knew that. You had tried multiple times to talk to Jungkook, but he had just shrugged and slipped out of your efforts to light up a conversation.

“I think he doesn’t like this.” It had been a thought that had started out as doubt, but Jungkook’s behavior made the doubt grow stronger and stronger until you were subconsciously convinced that it was the reason.

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows.

“He doesn’t like what?”

“This.” You flung your arms out, tracing the air, frustrated. “Maybe he doesn’t really want to be in this relationship? I tried talking to him many times, but he just won’t speak to me.” You pursed your lips. “It has been weeks since he even smiled at me.”

“Y/N,” Yoongi drawled, reaching to pull you closer. “You know he loves you. We all do. He’s probably overworked and exhausted. Try talking to him after some time, you know?”

You nodded absently, thinking of how Jungkook had sprung up like a startled cat and stomped out of the room while you were watching a movie with all the guys. Just because you had placed a hand on his thigh.

There was something off about Jungkook. But he shut up like a clam, choosing to slip out of the way whenever you tried to talk to him.

“Y/N?”

You snapped back to focus on Yoongi. He was partially right. They were all working their asses off for the new album. You would talk to Jungkook later.

“Okay, babe,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. Your hand reached for the phone.

11:21 pm.

Yoongi had made lunch reservations for both of you. You still had plenty of time.

“You get going on that sexy producer thing you do,” you said, cozying down on his sofa. “We still have some time on our hands.”

So back he went, his serious face poring over the sheets of music sprawled on his table. Yoongi probably didn’t realize, but he looked like a grumpy kitten when he was concentrating hard on something.

You smiled at his bent head, swiping on your phone to check for emails from work. There were none. Good. Maybe you could scroll through Pinterest for new design ideas. You worked for an ad agency as a graphic designer. You had to always be on the lookout for new stuff.

The endless stream of pictures was flooding your feed, and your finger was trying to catch up. Ding. The notification chime wasn’t usually enough to distract you. But this time, it held the title you just couldn’t resist. It was a YouTube notification from your favorite graphic artist.

You were halfway through the video when the suggested section caught your eye. An involuntary chuckle shook your chest when you read the title.

“Boy band BBS talk about DATING and SECRET GIRLFRIENDS?!!”

It was classic clickbait. Something everyone seemed to be doing for views. You knew it was just a clip from the Red Carpet of the MTV Music Awards. You still remembered the hickey you had given Hoseok that had forced him to wear a turtleneck under his suit. Delicious times.

You had watched that video already, but something just pulled you towards the video. You would never tire of re-watching your seven gorgeous boyfriends slaying the red carpet.

Sure, you were right. It was just a clip that everyone who had followed the awards had already seen. The familiar questions about collabs, celebrity crushes, favorite food, every question your boyfriends were already tired of but answered anyway, made up the first 4 minutes. Click bait much?

“Haha we have all the love in the world, we have our fans,” Namjoon was saying, his sweet little dimple flashing at the camera.

“But,” the redhead insisted, her dazzling smile widening. “You boys have any secret dating lives we aren’t privy to?”

The answer was already in the question. No one was supposed to be fucking privy to that information. You pursed your lips, waiting for Namjoon’s sassy reply to tumble out of his lips.

“We wanna focus on our careers, we don’t have time to date,” he said, a small lilt of mockery creeping into his voice.

Damn, you had teased him mercilessly that night, bratty about him saying ‘not having time.’ You remembered how he had begged to lay a finger on you, and a satisfying warmth spread over your belly.

The video was ending, and you grinned at Namjoon’s closeup fondly. But just before the replay button came on, you caught onto something odd.

You had been scrolling down, and a few comments had popped up in your line of vision. People were screaming about how dazzling their bias looked, or how proud they were of the boys. But there were a few ones written by hawk-eyed fans.

“not at how bored JK got of the question at 6:48 lmao he’s so pissed”

“damn, was it just me, or did JK actually ROLL his eyes sfakjfkjfk hahaha”

What?

You hit the replay button, dragging the seeker to the last few seconds of the video.

There, glowering with mad eyes, stood Jungkook. He was well behind Namjoon, a bit out of focus around the 6:45 mark. He had put on a charming smile throughout the video. Until the host popped the dating question, at least.

For anyone else, it would seem like Jungkook was bored with the question. But you knew his quirks. He had been casually gazing at the camera, letting Namjoon answer the host’s questions. The word “dating” left the host’s lips, and Hoseok lightly touched his turtleneck at the exact time when Jungkook’s expression flattened out to a cold hard stare. He rolled his eyes ever so subtly, his face turned sideways. He had been annoyed.

Annoyed at Hoseok that he was reminded of who he was dating. Annoyed that the question had reminded him of the hickey his turtleneck was covering. More like disgusted. Disgusted at what exactly? At the host for asking that question? Or- was it at what dating meant to the eight of you?

“Y/N, babes?”

Yoongi’s voice finally reached your ears, and you looked up in a daze.

“Huh?”

He scratched his head, his other arm supporting the jacket casually flung over his back.

“I said we can go. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”

Oh, the lunch. You had totally snapped out of focus.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” you said, jumping up and slipping into your shoes. Yoongi watched you closely, a bit concerned.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You look... odd.”

You debated if you should tell him what was bothering you. But you didn’t want to ruin the date with your speculations. You’ll talk about it to your boyfriends after you had enough time to sort your feelings.

“No, it’s probably nothing, Yoongs. I’ll tell you later. Let’s go, I’m famished.”

You would have to tackle Jungkook and his surly temper later.

─── ·❆· ───

“How’s the track shaping up, hyung?” Taehyung asked, pouring more wine into Yoongi’s glass. You were cozily settled between Yoongi’s thighs, the warmth of his chest on your back.

“Hm, I worked out most of the chords,” Yoongi returned, picking up his refill and taking a sip. “But I still have some more work to do, especially with the bridge.”

You hummed contentedly, listening to your boyfriends discuss music, sprawled on the floor around the coffee table. It was lovely, watching their serious faces talk about what they loved and lived for. The door opened, and Jungkook walked in, clutching his sports bag.

He mumbled an “I’m home,” directed at his friends, before turning to kick off his shoes.

“…and before I knew it, the time had flown like… phew!” Yoongi was saying, while you eyed Jungkook’s bag. He had been going to the boxing ring too often these days. What was up with him? His hair was damp, and his face was flushed.

“…and then I bundled Y/N up into the car and we rushed off,” Yoongi said, and there it was again. You had been watching Jungkook’s face, and at the mention of your name, the annoyance - no, the disgust flashed across his features. He scoffed to himself, unaware of your attention. It wrenched your heart to see that, and you looked away.

Jungkook picked his bag up again and stormed towards his room. You watched his retreating back, only half-listening to Yoongi’s praise for the lobster frittata.

“You guys keep talking, I’ll be back,” you said, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.

“Uh-huh,” Taehyung purred, craning his neck and offering his cheek for you to kiss too.

“Clown,” you giggled, dropping him a kiss, and giving him a playful shove. “I’ll be gone just a sec, don’t miss me,” you said, winking and jumping up to your feet.

You had to talk to Jungkook and ask him just what his problem was. You just couldn’t bear his sourpuss charade any longer.

———❖———

Loud music hit you in the face as soon as you opened the door to Jungkook’s room. The guys never bothered to close their doors, but Jungkook had lately started closing his. Another red flag waving right under your nose.

He was on the floor, doing pushups and grunting out at the exertion. His sinewy arms were trembling, and he had changed to shorts that revealed his muscular thighs shining with sweat.

The guy certainly was on the fast track lane to exhaustion.

“Jungkook,” you called out, straining your voice to be heard over the blasting music. “Hey! Can you hear me?”

He went on exercising without any acknowledgment, so you stormed to the stereo and turned it off with a click.

“What the fuck?” he growled, snapping his head up before he caught sight of you.

“Well, you couldn’t hear me,” you said, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

“Of course I could,” he sneered, getting up to his feet and wiping the sweat off his chin. “I chose to ignore it.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you serious right now? You ignored it? What is that supposed to mean?”

He picked up his towel and started dabbing at his forehead, not even sparing you a glance.

“What do you want, Y/N? Why are you here instead of sucking Yoongi hyung’s dick?”

Your jaw dropped.

It was completely out of character for Jungkook to be so prickly. He was always the sweetest and goofiest man out of the lot. What had gone wrong?

“Jeon Jungkook, you dare not speak to me that way,” you said, bristling. “What is up with you? You are so sullen whenever I try to spark a convo.”

He scoffed and threw his towel down. His face was a strange mix of anger and disgust. You couldn’t understand what had ticked him off so bad.

“What is up with me? You tell me, because you’re so smart, Miss. Perfect.”

He crossed his arms and puffed his chest, using his height to his advantage to stare you down.

You huffed in impatience, stressed at his refusal to be drawn out. You had to simmer down and try to make him say what was bothering him.

“Jungkook, tell me why you’ve been so pissy lately. What did I do, to make you so upset? Just tell me.”

He glowered at you, the tips of his ears going red as he clenched his teeth.

“Good question. What didn’t you do?” His eyes swept over your clothes, taking in the wine splotch on your shorts. He averted his eyes, staring at his treadmill instead. “Whose cum are you leaking this time?”

The question was almost inaudible, but the spite in it had already reached you and poisoned the air in the room.

You stood rooted to the spot, shock numbing your senses.

“Did you just-” you struggled to keep the quiver in your voice under control. “-say that…”

You had never been in a real fight with any of your boyfriends, and this was a cold punch to your gut. You had only had the occasional bickering and loads of makeup sex after every disagreement. But this was new. This was raw, palpable and spiteful, and left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You waited for him to rush and say something, to explain and say he didn’t mean it that way. Just anything really.

But he didn’t clarify or even attempt to take his words back. He simply stood there, glaring into your eyes in contempt.

The YouTube video flashed before your eyes. The disgust in his face when he even thought of dating. When he thought of you. The thought crept steadily into your chest, twisting and crushing your heart. He resented you. He resented the relationship.

When you opened your mouth to break the heavy silence, your voice came out in a whimper.

“If you didn’t want to be in this relationship, you could have said so. No one forced you into it.”

He didn’t reply, choosing to glare at his treadmill in stony anger. You went on.

“If I’m keeping you from finding someone else or dating other better people, you could just say so. Instead of insulting me like this.”

He snapped his head to face you, fury painting his face red.

“What the fuck are you going on about?”

“Please, Jungkook,” you said, scoffing and masking the low sob that threatened to escape your chest. “You resent being with me. You can’t even stand me. You don’t have to stay and feel trapped in this relationship. You think- you think-“ You bit your lip, “-you think I’m a slut. You could have just declined to be part of this. None of us forced you.”

His eyes went wide in shock.

“Why would you say that? That’s not fucking true.”

“Are you screwing with me, Jungkook? You don’t even look at me anymore. You cringe when I touch you. Do you think I’m blind to not see how much you hate being in the same room as you? You haven’t kissed me or spoke a kind word to me in weeks.”

He sighed hard, running his hand through his hair. When he spoke, his voice was soft.

“You’ve got it all wrong.”

You weren’t going to cry; you weren’t one to break down so easily. But there was a strange sadness in your tone when you asked,

“Do you love someone else? Are you feeling- trapped with me…with the rest of us?”

He grimaced, the steely look coming back to his features. He shook his head in despair, straining visibly to keep his calm.

“No. What do you… No, what the hell? Of course not. You’ve got it all fucking wrong.”

“Enlighten me then. Spit it out, Jungkook. I’m not a mind reader.”

Taehyung’s voice drifted from the living room, in a muffled sing-song tone:

“Y/N! Starting to miss you here!”

Jungkook’s lip curled, and he stomped to slam the door shut with a bang. He turned to face you, hot rage clouding his eyes.

“This. It’s this. I can’t bear this anymore.”

You had no idea what he was talking about. But you hated loud noises, and the loud slam had pissed you off.

“What exactly is this this you’re talking about?”

He scrunched up his face impatiently.

“God, Y/N. You just- you’re so oblivious all the time.”

This was getting nowhere. He was talking in circles, and you weren’t going to humor him anymore. The slam of the door had already set a headache off, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Just say it already. I’m not interested in guessing games.”

He buried his face in his hands, clawing at his skin. When he looked at you again, you could see the vein in his forehead stand out.

“I can’t do this anymore. This is so stupid. It’s such a dumb idea. I don’t like this. ”

There it was. Out in the open.

“So, you want out? Are you breaking up with me? I already told you that no one is forcing you to stay. And you told-”

“Shut up, Y/N. Just shut up.”

You stopped, jaw open at his interjection. He shook his head, and you could see his nostrils flaring.

“Y/N, I love you. Okay? Don’t be silly.”

“What? Why the fuck do you keep contradicting yourself, Jeon Jungkook?”

He sighed and pulled your wrist, dragging you to the wall. He trapped you between his arms, pressing his warm body against yours, dominance lighting up his feral eyes.

“I want you to be mine. Just mine.” He sighed again, and his hot breath fell on your lips. “I can’t share you.”

“But- “

Your words were cut off abruptly, as his lips crashed into yours, silencing any words that were bubbling up in your mouth.

His kiss was hot and desperate, as if he was scared to stop. Scared that you would say something that would break his heart if he released your lips. The corner of his lip was trembling, and he bit into your lips to hold on just a little longer.

He had strong muscly arms, and they were crushing you relentlessly.

“Stop…” you breathed, pushing against his chest. “Jungkook, stop”

“No,” he moaned, whimpering with closed eyes. “Y/N, please…”

You pushed harder and violently struggled in his grasp until he had no choice but to let you go. Shoving him away, you spat at him with wet lips.

“Jungkook, this is a polyamorous relationship. You know it doesn’t work that way.”

He threw his hands up to hold the sides of his head, a painful look on his face.

“I can’t… it’s not fair. I can’t even stand the thought of the other guys touching you. Kissing you.” He grimaced. “Or fucking you.”

It was your turn to grimace.

“It’s not fair? I’m not just yours. You knew this when you got into this relationship. Jin is the one- “

He snarled and raised his voice cutting you off.

“He’s responsible for this fucking mess. He’s so fucking selfish, and …and…”

“Stop right there, Jeon Jungkook,” you said, your voice raising to a shout. “Don’t you dare call him selfish. He’s nothing but supportive of sharing. Don’t you dare.”

Jungkook kicked the treadmill’s frame, losing his temper.

“He stole you from me. He fucking betrayed me!”

“Don’t be delusional, Jin was my boyfriend longer than any of you.”

“HE STOLE YOU FROM ME!!!”

You flinched at his loud voice, pressing a finger to your throbbing temple. Clutching the sides of your head, you walked away from him.

“I’m outta here. I can’t listen to your deluded screams anymore.”

You stomped to the door, turning the knob to get out. But Jungkook was quicker, and he reached the door to block you from opening it.

“Let me go,” you said, speaking through clenched teeth.

“No,” he said, leaning his back against the door and glowering at you. “Fucking listen to me, Y/N.”

You had no other choice, so you folded your hands and glared at him in stony silence.

“I was the one who fell for you first. I told Jin hyung that I was in love. He told me I was too young, and that it would damage the band’s reputation, and that I would lose all our female fans if the word got out. He convinced me that it wasn’t wise to date.”

You didn’t reply, choosing to scowl instead. He angrily went on.

“And then imagine my surprise when he went ahead and asked you out. And you betrayed me by falling for him.”

Your scoff interrupted his flow.

“I’m sorry, I betrayed you? Have you gone crazy?”

“It would have been me if Jin hyung hadn’t stolen you from me. I would have been your boyfriend, and I sure as hell wouldn’t let any other guy lay a finger on you.”

The disgust in his tone annoyed you to no end.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I chose Jin? Do you think you could just turn back time and replace him? Are my feelings that insignificant to you?”

He shook his head urgently.

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“And did you tell Jin that you were in love with me? Did you explicitly say my name?”

“No, I- I told him I was in falling for someone. I didn’t say your name,” he mumbled. “But he ought to have known, you were the only girl in my life at that time.”

You blew your cheeks in exasperation.

“Did you think he could fucking read your mind? You’re being so damn stupid, Jungkook.”

He whined again.

“He ought to have known. He knew I liked you very much.”

“He was just looking out for you! He didn’t ‘betray’ you. Why the hell did you agree to be in this relationship then, if you were so against sharing?”

Pain flashed across his face once more.

“Because there was no other way to be in your life. I gritted my teeth and bore it so long just to have a part of your heart. But…”

You tapped your foot, waiting for him to continue.

“…But I can’t share anymore. It kills me to see them look at you that way. It just…kills me.”

There was no response ready on your tongue for that. You had never expected such a situation to arise. You had talked and talked for days with the guys before jumping into the relationship. You had been confident about the success of the talks, but you weren’t sure anymore.

You sighed heavily. This wasn’t going to work. Jungkook and you, it was strained beyond repair.

“I love you, Jungkook. But I can’t and won’t choose you over the others. It doesn’t work that way.”

Something inside him snapped, and he snarled at you, bunching up your nightshirt in his fist.

“What if you got pregnant? Whose child will it be? Who are you going to marry? All seven of us? How will you explain it to the world?”

You struggled in his grasp, clawing at his hand to shake it off.

“It will be Jin I marry. And if I got pregnant, there will be eight people to love the child.” You closed your eyes, clenching your fists. “There’s nothing that can change that.”

The repulsion on his face was clear as day.

“You’re a fucking slut, Y/N.”

─── ·❆· ───

“Hey,” Jin called out, smiling at you from his position on the couch. Yoongi and Taehyung were passed out on the floor, the empty wine bottles sprawled around their bodies.

“Hey,” you said, flashing him a watery smile. “When did you come?”

“Just now,” he said, patting his thigh and signaling you to sit on it.

You shook your head, biting your lip.

“I need to-” you winced, gingerly pressing on your knuckles. “-can you get me some ice?”

His gaze fell on your swollen knuckles, and he jumped up hastily.

“Y/N baby, what happened?”

He rushed to get the ice, barreling to a stop in front of the fridge. There, with his head poking into the freezer door, stood a figure in gym shorts.

Jin knocked at the curly mop of hair, complaining loudly.

“Yah Jungkook-ah, get your head out. I need to get some ice.”

Jin was taken aback when Jungkook whirled around, sporting a bright crimson nose, a tiny trickle of blood running down one nostril.

“The fuck-“ Jin started to say, but Jungkook pushed him away, wiping his nose and storming back towards his room.

When Jin came back to you with a bowl of ice cubes, his quick mind had already sensed a problem.

“Y/N, what happened? Did you- punch him?”

He raised his eyebrow, scrutinizing your face.

“Yes.”

He hadn’t been ready for that.

“But why? You’ve got to tell me. We shouldn’t be hitting each other like this.”

You let Jin hold your fingers and ice them, holding your silence and thinking how best to explain it to him.

“I’ll tell you, but not now.”

He clucked his tongue in dissent.

“No, now.”

“Jin, just leave me be. Not here.”

Your boyfriend pursed his lips, and the disapproval was evident on the curl of his mouth. He pulled you up and guided you to your shared bedroom. It was farther down the suite of rooms, out of earshot from Jungkook’s.

“Out with it,” he said, closing the door and pulling you down to sit on the bed. “Now.”

You never kept secrets from any of your boyfriends. And this was a very big issue that you had no intention of hiding from Jin.

“Jungkook... he called me a slut.”

“What?”

He was on his feet, anger rising in his chest. He knew it wasn’t just dirty bedroom talk, judging from your swollen knuckles.

“Y/N, why did he say that? Tell me everything from the start.”

Ten minutes later, you had barely finished speaking when Jin stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

─── ·❆· ───

Namjoon and Jimin had been out all evening, working on the lyrics for Jimin’s new solo. They were surprised when they got back to a living room full of people, all looking stern and pissed.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asked, hanging his coat on the hook. “Did someone break something?” He internally prayed that no one had discovered the burnt pan stowed under the sink.

No one responded.

“What is it?” Jimin whispered to Taehyung, sliding into a spot on the couch.

“It’s Y/N…” Taehyung started to whisper back, and Jimin exclaimed loudly,

“Oh gosh is she pregnant?”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Taehyung hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

Namjoon’s sharp eyes scanned the scene. There were only seven people in the room. Serious meetings were supposed to have all eight in attendance.

“So, what is this about?” he asked, settling down beside Jin. “And where’s Jungkook?”

Jin remained silent, his face red in a stormy temper. Namjoon looked past Jin at you, addressing you instead.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

You opened your mouth to respond when Jin broke the heavy silence with a piercing shout:

“JEON JUNGKOOK!”

A minute later, a door opened and Jungkook slunk down the corridor, head bent. A hoodie was keeping his head covered, and he sat down on the couch opposite yours. He looked up obstinately, throwing his hood down, earning shocked gasps.

His nose was bleeding, and the blood had dried up in a red streak. His eye socket was a dark purple, and his cheekbone was swollen, effectively sealing his right eye shut.

Everyone was stunned, and indignant voices started talking all at once.

“Who did that?”

“How did this happen?”

“Jungkook, who did this to you?”

Jin snapped at no one in particular, barking out an annoyed “Everyone just shut up.”

He had a sonorous voice, one that commanded respect, especially when he raised it to a shout. The room quietened down, but a low murmur arose again when his shock of hair bounced, revealing a bleeding gash on his forehead.

“I called all of you here to say that our beloved Jungkook wants out of this relationship.”

He raised his palm to silence the babble of voices that broke out again, continuing with:

“He insulted our girlfriend and she broke his nose.”

Jungkook bowed head, choosing to scowl at the carpet.

“And the black eye?” Yoongi’s mild voice asked.

Jin dug his nails into his palms.

“I did that.”

Namjoon shook his head, tsking in disapproval.

“We need to hear both sides of the story, Jin hyung.”

When no one said anything, Namjoon looked at his youngest friend’s bent head.

“Well, Kook? Got anything to say?”

Silence.

Jin stared daggers at the man in the hoodie, his face a hot shade of crimson. His fingers gripped yours, squeezing them protectively.

“Well then,” Taehyung said, breaking the long awkward silence. “If you’ve got nothing to say…”

You couldn’t hold bear the tension in the room anymore.

“He doesn’t wanna share He wants out!” you exclaimed loudly. “He wants me all to himself! And…” you bit out, glaring at Jungkook, “…apparently, I’m a whore for being in this relationship.”

“What?!”

Hoseok was up on his feet, his fists clenched. Yoongi reached his hand out to grasp his hand urgently.

“Sit down, Hobi-yah.”

The murmur of indignant voices was rising to a fever pitch when Jungkook suddenly stood up. Head still downcast, he muttered:

“Save your breaths. I’m moving out.”

No one stopped him, and his dazed surprise was hidden under his hoodie. He dragged himself out of the room, the stares of his brothers burning into his skin.

“The fuck just happened?” Jimin asked, inspecting your swollen knuckles. “Why is this happening?”

You chewed on your lip, wondering the same thing. What had happened to your close-knit boyfriends? Why was Jungkook suddenly discontented with the bond you all shared? Would your boyfriends slowly fall apart and float away like Jungkook?

You looked around the room, watching the intent faces of your boyfriends as they listened to Jin’s account of the day’s events. Would you lose them all one by one?

─── ·❆· ───

It was really awkward to go to your boyfriends’ studios when they practiced. Awkward because Jungkook was there too, dancing and sweating it out with the rest of them. He removed himself from the room whenever you showed up, and the shift in the mood was palpable.

The others confided in you that they weren’t on speaking terms with Jungkook either, and that the practice sessions were becoming too uncomfortable to be around each other. You knew well enough that it would take a toll on the group’s performance as a whole. After all, communication was paramount to ensure they were perfectly in sync for their dance routines.

You wished to attempt one last time to see if you could talk sense into Jungkook. So, you found yourself standing outside Jungkook’s studio one evening, long after the others had packed up and left. You had half a mind to turn around and leave. But a small voice inside your head kept telling you to give it one last try. Your boyfriends were already suffering enough. You owed them one last-ditch effort to try and mend things.

You raised your hand to press the buzzer, still unsure. Was this going to be a mistake?

The door opened even before the buzzer stopped buzzing. Jungkook stood in the doorway, with his grey sweatpants on, his hair swept back with a headband. His eyes widened in surprise, and you saw his muscles flex when he tightened his grip on the doorknob.

You were at a loss for words. It was strange because you were never out of words.

“I-uh…I thought…”

His veiny arm found purchase on your blouse, and his lips came crashing down on your mouth. His mouth worked urgently, claiming dominance before you could oppose. He pulled you inside and gripped both your hands behind your back, slamming the door closed.

“Jung…” you panted out, but he pressed his mouth harder, drowning your words. He nudged you towards the wall with his body, pinning you in place. His mouth never ceased attacking you, while he worked to trap your wrists into one hand.

His other hand roamed all over your skin, clawing and grabbing your flesh in hunger. Jungkook couldn’t believe you had shown up on his doorstep after so many weeks. It felt like a fever dream, and he held on to every piece of skin he could hold, desperately anxious not to let you slip away.

“I knew you’d come back,” he moaned between breaths, “…to me.”

You struggled in his grasp, trying hard to shake his hand off your wrists.

“No,” you breathed, turning your head slightly to stop the barrage of soul-sucking kisses. “I didn’t come back to you…”

He froze momentarily. Just a moment later, his grip hardened around your wrists. The soft emotion on his features evaporated into thin air.

Without a word, he pushed you tighter against the wall, pinning you under his shoulder blades.

“So, you’re telling me…” he hooked a finger into the waistband of your jeans, “…that you didn’t want me? You never thought about…” he pulled the zipper down, “this?” His hand tugged the jeans down urgently and slithered into the crook between your thighs.

“Stop it,” you said shakily, feeling your arms starting to fall asleep.

But he paid no heed. He pulled your leg and hoisted your hips up against the wall. You felt insecure with both your legs wrapped around his body, with nothing to support you except the wall behind your back.

“You’re telling me…” he repeated, lifting your hips and slowly dropping to his knees while adjusting your legs so they were on both sides of his neck, “…that you didn’t miss me at all?”

By that time, you were hovering mid-air with your neck against the wall and the rest of your body awkwardly supported on his shoulders.

Your hands were free of his grasp, but they were still pretty useless because they were trapped under the shoulder joints that were straining to keep you from falling.

He grinned from between your legs, licking his lips maliciously. His finger pushed the crotch of your underwear aside. He bent lightly and blew against your bare core.

You couldn’t help it, your core clenched at the rush of hot air and it drew another smirk on his face.

“See? You want me,” he crooned, laying the pad of his finger against your clit. You jerked slightly, and he shushed you softly.

“Don’t squirm, love. You’ll fall and break your neck,” he added with a wicked smile. “We don’t want that, do we?”

“Stop it, Jungkook,” you started, but he dove into your clit at the exact moment.

`Though his demeanor was relaxed and careless, on the inside he was anything but. He pressed his tongue flat against your bud, lapping all your juices with feral thirst. He saw your thigh muscles tremble at his ministrations, and he smiled into your pussy. Gosh, he had missed you so damn much.

His tongue dipped and swirled around inside you, and it took all your discipline to stay in place without squirming and snapping your neck. You hadn’t forgotten what a master Jungkook was with his tongue.

He started sucking and sloppily slurping up everything you had to offer, so hard that you were sure you weren’t going to last. You were definitely going to break your neck.

“Stop, just…” you moaned, feeling a cramp beginning in your neck. “I can’t… let me down. Just let me down, please.”

He raised his head from your crotch.

“Why should I trust that you won’t run?”

You could no longer feel your arms.

“Don’t you trust that I love you?” you replied, struggling to stay in position. “Do you think I am fine with losing you? Don’t you understand that I love you just as much as I love the others?”

He cocked his eyebrow at the last sentence, the slight sting of the words sinking in. With a reluctant grunt, he put his hands under your hips, slowly peeling you from the wall and setting you down.

You weren’t sure if you were paranoid, but it seemed that he knew your arms were still numb. He took his sweet time tugging your pants further down your thighs, but all of a sudden, he flipped you over and caught hold of your wrists again.

Damn, right when the little pinpricks on your arms had begun and your arms were regaining strength.

He pushed and held you down so your chin was against the floor, while his knee dug into the back of your thighs. He felt your hands struggle, and he grinned to himself.

“Y/N baby, you’re so weak. Don’t fight me, love.”

You cursed and writhed under his body, but a steady hand of iron clawed at your hips and didn’t let go.

“You don’t understand, Y/N,” he said, the slight sound of clothes scuffling behind you filling your ears. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

More sounds of something wet.

Page Break

Jungkook gave his shaft a few furious pumps, coating his thick glossy pre-cum all over his length. Damn, he was oozing so much pre-cum. He licked his lips and worked his dick, thinking of all the times in the past week that he had fantasized about your tight little pussy stretched around his cock.

His eyes scanned the pretty little birthmark on your left ass cheek. He smiled fondly, remembering how insecure you had been of it when you first started dating him. And the others. His smile vanished as quickly as it had come.

Jungkook had a lot of girth, and he usually prepped you well before entering. But not today. Not when you were writhing beneath him, trying to escape. With one quick push, he plowed into you, burying himself to the hilt.

A surprised whimper escaped your lips. He gave you no time to adjust, slamming into you repeatedly. The force of his thrusts shook your body, earning gasps that you fought hard to bite down. He kept up the unrelenting pace, pounding harder and harder with each thrust.

“What,” he panted between breaths, “won’t you moan for me?”

“Get off me, Jeon Jungkook,” you ground out through gritted teeth. He only chuckled in response.

His panting grew harder, and his thrusts became sloppier. You knew he was close. What would he do after that? He wasn’t going to let you go easily.

He pulled out and flipped you over, his hand returning to hold your hips down. Aligning his cock against your entrance, he pushed in again.

“Look at me,” he said, voice thick and needy. “Look at me when I cum in you.”

You stared back in defiance. Even though you loved Jungkook just as much as the others, none of them ever violated you like this. They hadn’t ever laid a finger on you against your will.

“You don’t love me,” you said calmly.

He raised an eyebrow, still slamming his hips into you.

“Your mind games won’t work on me, Y/N,” he replied, heavily panting. “You’re not going anywhere.” He licked the sweat on the corners of his mouth. “I’ll never let you leave me.”

With each thrust, your love for him withered and crumbled even more. A deep sense of regret washed over you for ever loving him. He didn’t understand love. He didn’t respect you. You had to get out of his grasp as quickly as you could. Would he take you somewhere and hold you hostage? Would he lock you up in a room and never let you see the light of day?

His thighs began shaking, and his thrusts became sloppy.

“Look here,” he grunted, teetering dangerously close to his release. “Fucking take my cum.”

He closed his eyes, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside you with the force of his orgasm. His grip on your body momentarily slipped, and you seized the chance.

Gathering all your strength, you punched him square in the balls, causing him to hiss in pain and topple over you. Even before he could react, you hit him in the ribs and pushed his body off, hauling your lower body out from under him.

His hand desperately snatched at your legs, but you kicked him and slithered away. He screamed out and clutched at your ankle, not letting go.

“Get off!” You screamed, reaching for the jeans bunched around your thighs.

The anger was bubbling in his face.

“No!” he shouted, trying to pull you by the ankle.

You swung your free leg at him, sending a hook kick that caught him under the chin with a sickening thud.

Without looking back, you scrambled up and unlocked the door, pulling your jeans up and running as fast as you could.

─── ·❆· ───

“Hot chocolate?”

You took the cup from Taehyung’s hand and nestled closer to Jin. Your boyfriend had bundled you up in blankets and seated you on his lap. Hoseok was sitting next to Jin, massaging, and rubbing your feet.

Namjoon and Jimin were sitting cross-legged on the rug, their mugs of hot chocolate forgotten. Yoongi was looking at the sheets of rain outside the window.

Everyone was eerily silent. To be fair, all of you had been shattered when Jungkook left. Over the weeks, a faint sense of normalcy had returned to the household. Until Jungkook cruelly wiped everything away again.

Jin had gone all kinds of crazy when you had run into his arms, your hair disheveled and tears streaming down your face. He had been unable to get a word out of you. He had examined the bite marks and welts with murderous rage, his blood boiling at the sight.

He had maintained his silence when you stayed in the shower for hours on end, curled into a ball on the bathroom floor. He had ground his teeth, bursting at the seams trying to hold his temper. He had soaped your battered body, his heart breaking at the way you tried to stifle your broken sobs.

When you had finally acquiesced to go out of the bathroom, he had carried you outside and dressed you gently. He had then bundled you up in the softest blankets as if they could protect and comfort you.

He had bent to kiss your cheek when you uttered it. Just one word.

“Jungkook.”

You had seen his jaw flexing dangerously. Bunching his shirt in your fingers, you had pulled him closer. Slowly the rest of your boyfriends had returned home. They had all seemed to sense the shift in the atmosphere. Somehow, they had realized that something was wrong.

You hadn’t said a word when Jin displayed the welts on your wrists for them to see. He had told them about the scratches and nail marks all over your thighs, and you listened numbly. It had felt like he was talking about someone else.

The sound of someone’s phone brought you back to the present. The notification sound chimed again, and again. Suddenly, all the phones in the room started chiming incessantly, cutting through the heavy silence in the room.

“What the hell,” Yoongi said, reaching for his phone. “The fuck’s happening?”

All of you stared at Yoongi, the notification sounds still going off in the background.

“What the fuck!” he shouted, furiously swiping at his phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Taehyung went to his side, alarmed at the panic in his voice.

“Hyung?”

“FanLive,” Yoongi blurted out, holding his phone up towards all of you. “Jungkook is on FanLive.”

“What?” Namjoon asked mildly, hopping to his feet and peering into Yoongi’s screen. “What about it?”

Yoongi hit the speaker button, setting the volume to Maximum.

“… I was so nervous,” Jungkook’s syrupy voice rang out from the phone, and your ears perked up. “…but I am so happy that I shared this with you. I love all our fans. I really hope you will make her feel safe and welcome.”

Jin slid his buzzing phone out of his pocket, and a news notification flashed on his screen. You looked at it dumbfounded, not trusting your eyes.

‘BBS BAND MEMBER REVEALS GIRLFRIEND!’

Jungkook’s voice was still pouring out of Yoongi’s phone.

“I love this person so much; she makes me really happy.” You could almost hear his bunny smile. You felt sick.

“… We talked a lot and decided it’s time to share our secret. So, yeah… my girlfriend’s name is…” he paused, and all your muscles tensed, “…Y/N.”

You blinked. The constant ringing of phones in the room grated on your nerves. Jin’s knuckles were white, his fingers digging into the sides of his phone. He was seething, the anger growing inside him like an inferno.

“That. piece. of. Shit,” Jin spat out, his body trembling in rage. “I’m going to…”

Jungkook’s rabbity voice piped up again, he was probably showing something to the camera.

“…this is a picture of us…”

You pounced on Yoongi, grabbing the phone.

“Give me that, Yoongi.”

Jungkook was grinning in a successful attempt at cuteness. A turtleneck sweater was hiding the bruises on his neck that your kick had caused. You knew he had probably used heavy concealers to mask the injuries from the struggle.

He was holding his phone up to the camera, and you saw the picture he was showing. It was a selfie Jungkook had taken with you several months ago. You were both smiling at the camera, leaning against each other cozily.

“… this is my favorite picture, Y/N looks so cute…”

Jungkook droned on about how much he adored you and how lucky he was. He even had the nerve to say how happy his band members were for him. You didn’t bat an eyelid, drinking in all the blatant lies he spewed on live camera.

“…that’s the reason for this surprise live stream. Thank you for your love, please accept Y/N too…”

He kept repeating your name as much as he could, as if he wanted to punch your name into every viewer’s brain. That you were his. And his alone.

The live stream ended, and Yoongi flung his phone down in disgust.

“Sick, pathetic leech…” he began, slamming the coffee table. “I am going to strangle him.”

He rose to his feet, but Jimin gripped his wrist tightly.

“No, hyung. Not now.”

“He violated Y/N!” Yoongi screamed out, and Jin flinched. “And now this? I want him dead!”

“Yoongi-yah,” Jin’s firm voice stopped Yoongi’s angry tirade. “Yoongi-yah, we’re all furious. I get it. But we should take a minute to think what to do.”

The younger man glanced at you, and you nodded.

“He has branded me to the world as his girlfriend. You will tarnish yourself if you go beat him up. And that’s not intelligent.”

Namjoon hummed in agreement.

“I want to wrap my fingers around his throat and feel his life leave his body though,” Namjoon said, an unusual murderous look glinting in his eyes.

The buzzing of your phone briefly broke your attention, and you glanced at the screen. It was Hae Jung, one of the BBS stylists. The texts were already flooding your screen. The latest ones popped up in the notification shade.

Hae Jung: Get out of the apartment quick!

Hae Jung: You can’t be seen with the rest of them!

Hae Jung: Y/N!! Answer my calls just once!

“Uh, Jinnie?” You tugged at his sleeve, pulling him gently.

He was simmering in a cold rage, and his gaze was sharp like knives when he snapped out a “What?”

You had a temper of your own and you found it kindling. Taking a deep breath, you displayed your phone for him to see.

“Hae Jung says I should leave the apartment at once. I can’t be seen with any of you. She’s got a point.”

Jin’s wide shoulders broadened as he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Taehyung’s hand squeezed his shoulder, and he said,

“She’s right, hyung. Y/N has to leave.” He composed himself to mask the little break in his voice. “Just for now.”

Namjoon, whose brain processed things 10x quicker, gripped your hand, alarmed.

“I’d be damned if we sent Y/N straight to Jungkook’s apartment.” He gritted his teeth, “Especially after what he just did to her.”

His eyes involuntarily swept over the bruises on your neck.

“Of course not,” Yoongi said, folding his arms. “We’ll keep her safe at a hotel.”

Jimin’s fingers intertwined with yours, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“Let’s send a few of our bodyguard hyungs to keep her company.”

Hoseok, who had been talking to one of the managers, cut the call and flipped his phone closed.

“It’s already a nightmare on Twitter. We need to secure Y/N as fast as humanly possible. All the tabloids will be raining upon us like vultures soon.”

Namjoon’s leader instincts kicked into action, and before long they were smuggling you into one of their getaway cars.

“Here,” Jimin said, slipped out of his coat and draping it on your head. “Stay low, baby.”

Hoseok slid next to you, and just before he could slam the door shut, Jin’s veiny hand slithered into the crack.

He caught hold of your wrist and gripped hard, as if transferring all his strength over to you. No words were exchanged, but the weight of unspoken words was evident in his grip. You nodded silently, and he let go.

Without losing another second, Hoseok slammed the door and the car raced into the traffic, headed straight to a hotel.

─── ·❆· ───

#WEAREHAPPYFORYOU

#BBSGIRLFRIEND

#WELOVEYOUJK

#CONGRATULATIONS_OUR_JK

The bird app was full of Twitter trends talking about Jungkook’s bombshell. Hoseok’s phone kept buzzing every few seconds from all the posts and hashtags tagging his band’s shared Twitter handle.

He had removed your SIM card and broken it, handing you a new one instead. He had also signed you out of all your social media accounts. You had been essentially cut off from any media that would give your identity away.

“Baby, I’ve ordered room service,” Hoseok said, drawing the blinds closed. He did a routine sweep of the suite, checking for hidden cameras out of habit.

“Do you want anything, Y/N?” he asked, kneeling on the floor, and peering under the bed.

“I just want you to hold me,” you said, hugging your knees and gazing at his bent form.

He looked up, those soft brown eyes emanating so much warmth. Without a word, he dragged himself up and crawled into bed, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

His nose was warm against the side of your neck, and you inhaled deep breaths of his comforting presence. Hoseok had the innate ability to bring cheer wherever he went, and it was probably why your boyfriends had sent him to keep you company.

“Y/N,” he said, drawing the words out. “Don’t… please don’t resent us for this,” he said, and your heart broke.

“No, no, Hobi-” you said, turning slightly to look into his glistening eyes. “-I never will.” Taking his hand, put it against your cheek. “I’d never resent falling in love with all of you.”

He nodded and smiled happily, his fears crumbling to dust.

“Just- don’t let Jungkook ruin what we have,” he whispered, and you hummed in agreement. You had not for one moment regretted being with them. Jin had opened the doors wide open to so much love, much more than you had ever imagined.

─── ·❆· ───

It had been four days since you went into hiding. Your boyfriends took turns to sneak visits, it was a mystery how they managed to achieve that feat without getting caught by paparazzi. To be fair, the hotel you were sheltered in catered to celebrities all the time, and the staff were very discreet.

Your stomach rumbled, and you scratched your tummy. Whether it was due to your impending periods, you didn’t know, but you craved ramen. Especially the kind with tteokbokki – that was your favorite. Did you dare go down to the nearest convenience store and eat some?

Throwing Jin’s hoodie on, you let your hair loose under Taehyung’s beanie. Hoseok’s baggy pants were your favorite, they were oh so comfortable. Your sunglasses took a while to find, they were buried at the bottom of the drawer.

Looking at the mirror, you were satisfied with your camouflage and decided to step out. The walk to the convenience store took longer than you had expected. There wasn’t one in sight for a few blocks. It felt good to stretch your legs after so many days. But by the time you entered a store, you were already wondering if it was a good call.

The store was quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking. You’d have much preferred a crowded and noisy ambiance, it would have made you far less noticeable. The heavy oily smell of sizzling fritters wafted to your nostrils, interspersed with the earthy aroma of ground coffee beans.

There were a few girls around the ramen aisle, and you tried hard to be inconspicuous while scanning the rows for your favorite robokki brand. All went well, and you managed to get the packet scanned and billed.

You were waiting in line to use the hot water dispenser, wishing you’d stayed put in the hotel room. The girl standing before you turned with her cup of hot noodles, catching you smack in the eyes. The sunglasses flew off your face, and the hot liquid from her noodles splashed across your neck.

“I’m so sorry,” she shrieked, setting the noodles down in an attempt to help you.

“No, I- it’s okay,” you muttered, deciding to get the hell out of there. In your haste, you bumped into a few more people standing in line behind you.

“Hey,” a girl shouted, picking up your sunglasses from the floor. “You left this…”

You shook your head and tried to dart out of there, but she was quicker. She body-blocked you, extending her arm towards you. You mumbled a quick “Thanks” and tried to move, but she persisted.

“I’ve seen you…” Suddenly, recognition dawned on her face. “You’re Jungkook oppa’s girlfriend.”

“Er, no,” you said, kicking yourself for ever leaving the hotel.

“Ji Hee! Soo Yeon!” she shrieked, beside herself in excitement. “Come here quick!”

The girls you had seen in the line circled on you, wondering what the commotion was about.

“It’s her! It’s Jungkook oppa’s girlfriend!”

They advanced on you slowly, peering into your shocked face.

“You?” one girl snickered in a mocking tone. “What makes you so special?”

By that time, you were trapped amid four girls, and no one else seemed to care about the bevy of girls in the ramen section.

Another girl took a section of your hair and flicked it in disdain, clicking her tongue.

“Just what did oppa see in you?”

The third one egged her friend on saying, “Good that you threw ramen over her, Min Ji!”

“Empty the rest on her too!”

You started to back away, but the girl behind you pushed you, sending you tumbling forward.

“Let me g-“

The girl had thrown the rest of her noodles on you before you even finished your sentence. Instinctively, your eyes closed for a split second, and you felt your hair being pulled. A weak slap managed to jerk your face sideways before the owner yelled out loudly.

“Hey, no fighting. Take it outside!”

One arm grabbed your hoodie, and another pulled you out by the hair. The one called Soo Yeon threw your sunglasses on the pavement and stepped on it, crushing the glass to bits.

Passersby began to stare, and you had no choice but to make a run for it. You were stronger than your assailants, partly because Jungkook had been your gym partner, and all those arm days came to your rescue.

It was no use to try and keep a low profile now that you were out on the road. Pushing one girl away, you landed a karate chop on the arm pulling your hair. The owner of the arm yelped in pain, and you barreled towards the third one, butting her torso with your head and sending her tumbling down.

You ran like the wind, not once looking back. You hoped fervently that no passerby had recorded the whole tussle on their phone. God, you’d ruin your boyfriends if the little spectacle ever went viral.

Dripping in ramen and terribly out of breath, you made it to the hotel’s private entrance. A car was pulling up, and a startled voice called out your name just as you pressed the elevator button.

“Y/N?”

Jimin bounded out of the car, startled at seeing your disheveled appearance.

“What the hell happened?”

─── ·❆· ───

“But why did you call this urgent meeting, Namjoonah?” the band’s executive PD asked, rolling the paperweight on the table. The conference room in the BBS building was where the group’s most iconic song lyrics were birthed. It had been a room that had witnessed loud arguments about line distribution, heartbreaks over missed awards, and collective joy over record breaks.

“Let the others arrive,” Namjoon replied, his jaw set in determination.

Jin came in soon, followed by a steady trickle of the rest of the band. All except Jungkook of course.

“The fuck is he?” Namjoon bit out, impatiently glancing at the digital clock.

“We’ll get down to business anyway, good that’s he’s not here now,” Jin said, putting an arm over Taehyung’s lap to stop him from fidgeting.

“Well then,” the PD said, dragging a notepad towards him. “What is the purpose of this meeting?”

Everyone looked at Namjoon in unison, expecting him to spell it out for them.

“We all want to terminate our contracts with the agency,” he began, causing the PD to inhale sharply and lean forward urgently.

“What?”

“… effective immediately,” Namjoon said, his mouth set in a straight line.

“But why? Have we failed you in any way? You can tell me your grievances! I can try and resolve…”

Yoongi’s slow drawling voice eclipsed his boss’s.

“We are willing to reconsider if…”

The PD’s eyes widened in urgency. “If?”

“If you terminate Jungkook’s contract instead.”

Right on cue, the door opened and Jungkook walked in, an air of lazy arrogance stamped all over him.

He slipped into a seat, swiveling on his chair from left to right just to spite the men who were glaring at him.

“Don’t own a watch?” Jin asked scathingly, earning just a cool raise of eyebrows in response.

The PD was still speechless from the earlier discussion, so he didn’t participate in the bickering over Jungkook’s lack of punctuality. The babble of voices grew louder and louder around him.

“I don’t care for your disapproval,” Jungkook was shouting, slapping his fist on the table, when the boss shook himself into action.

“Stop!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the cacophony.

He glared at the youngest member, effectively silencing him.

“Now, what the hell is this actually about?” He turned to Jin. “You! Eldest! Speak.”

Jin looked at Namjoon, who nodded encouragingly. He cleared his throat, unsure how to start.

“Well, you know about our girlfriend…”

The boss sighed. Of course, this was about you. He had been privy to the unusual relationship between you and his artists. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this rift to occur sometime or the other. He had had years of experience working with hormonal youngsters to expect otherwise.

“Personal conflicts cannot influence your contracts,” he said, eyeing Jin sternly.

“Yeah, tell him,” Jungkook drawled haughtily.

“And you, shut your face,” the boss spat out, furious that his multimillion-dollar band was fraying at the edges because of girl problems.

“Personal?” Taehyung asked incredulously. “Of course it’s personal! Our girlfriend got assaulted and harassed because of him!”

“Correction. My girlfriend,” Jungkook said, staring at Jin’s throbbing neck veins. “She’d have been safe with me if she hadn’t been kidnapped and left uncared for.”

“The nerve,” Hoseok shouted, getting to his feet angrily.

Jimin pulled him back to his seat, hissing sharply.

“Sit down, hyung. Don’t let him get under your skin.”

Jungkook leaned forward, his black eyes glowering at Jin.

“I want to know where you’ve hidden her.”

“You’ve caused her enough harm,” Yoongi snapped. “You were the one who violated her privacy. You showed her to the world. You are the reason she got assaulted. You jeopardized her safety.”

Jungkook pursed his lips in stony mutiny. He had no witty response to Yoongi’s allegations.

“Well, PDnim, we want Jungkook’s contract terminated immediately. We refuse to work with him,” Jimin said, getting back on track.

“If you terminate me,” Jungkook said, leaning on his chair and rocking himself gently, “I’ll sue you. Every one of you. I’ll sue the agency till there isn’t a penny left.”

─── ·❆· ───

You knew it hadn’t gone well as soon as you saw the disgruntled looks on your boyfriends’ faces. They had all come to your hotel room with sulky faces.

“Babe?” you asked, holding the coat as Hoseok shrugged himself out of it.

“No go, Y/N,” Jimin said, shaking his head. “PDnim can’t terminate him. And he threatened to sue the agency too.”

There had been only a slim chance of it ever working out, so it wasn’t a big blow. But it did sting your boyfriends to even think of working with Jungkook ever again.

Jin pulled you snug against his body, sighing heavily.

“We’ll figure something out,” you said, squeezing his big arms that were wound around your torso.

“Hmm,” he mumbled half-heartedly. “We got you some lamb skewers,” he said, burying his face into your neck.

“Oh damn it, I sat on it!” Namjoon whined, guiltily eyeing the now squished package he dug out of his coat.

Everyone giggled, a sudden ease settling amid everyone in the house. It felt just like old times. Well, at least partially.

“Fuck you, Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi said, pulling the package from his clumsy brother. “Now I need to operate on this and save it.”

Another wave of giggles. Somehow it felt like you would all survive the situation and turn out okay.

“Mmm, kiss me,” Taehyung said, sandwiching you between Jin and himself. “I love it when you laugh.”

He dipped his head, cupping your cheeks fondly. Jin pressed himself against your back, his hands moving up to cup your breasts.

“Yah, get a room!” Hoseok snickered, slapping Taehyung’s butt playfully.

You smirked in response, pulling Taehyung’s boxy lips towards your mouth, and leaving teasing licks on the corner of his mouth.

“Ah, don’t tease,” he complained, his outrageously deep voice sending shivers up your spine. Jin’s hands squeezed your breasts through your shirt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Jin was a sucker for your tits, he loved playing with them. They were his drug of choice.

His bulge poked your back, and he slowly moved backward, taking care not to disturb Taehyung’s kissing. The others barely paid attention, they were lounging about, talking, or scrolling through their phones.

Jin was halfway through a doorway when Jimin’s surprised yell stilled him.

“Son of a bitch!” he shouted, furiously swiping on his phone.

Taehyung was just as startled, and you peeked around his head to see what bothered Jimin so much.

“What is it?” you began to ask, just as the others started to crane their heads over Jimin’s phone.

No one responded, so you pulled yourself out of the Jin-Tae sandwich and went to investigate. Pushing Hoseok’s head to the side, you stared at Jimin’s screen. And your jaw dropped to the floor.

‘BREAKING NEWS: BBS Band member’s girlfriend cheats on him with ANOTHER member!

Tap to see SHOCKING pictures!’

─── ·❆· ───

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Summary: you and bucky have to share a room, but you listen to a sleep podcast and really hope bucky doesn’t mind

A/N: idk what i’m doing with this and honestly it’s not very good, but i needed a step away from our wandavision bucky au, so this is what i wrote :) i actually do listen to sleep podcasts and this is a real concern that i have lol… If you have any requests, send them in! Enjoy!

Living at the Avengers compound is usually a dream come true; there’s a full size kitchen with updated appliances, the toilets always work, the ceiling has never caved in, you have a whole room to yourself, and to top it all off, you have some amazing roommates. When you signed on to be the Avengers coordinator and on site manager, you didn’t know that you would be getting some of the best friends that you ever had. You signed on immediately because of the good pay, benefits, and it would get you out of the dingy apartment you had been living in for a while, but the friends were a huge bonus. A dream come true.

When you met James Buchanan Barnes, part of you immediately fell in love. The way his dark hair contrasted with his bright blue eyes and the sharp cut of his jawline. How could anyone not be wildly attracted? But when you looked closer, you could see the pain and resignation in his eyes; he was inn pain and just exhausted, and it was abundantly clear to you. So that day, you set out to just do a little something for him every time you saw him. At first it was just offering a bright smile, then it moved to asking how his day was going or telling a few jokes. Before you knew it, you were seeing Bucky every day and teasing him while cooking dinner together or just sitting in silence when it was a rough day. Bucky sought you out and you were more than happy to be there; he was a fun and amazing guy that you were happy to call your friend.

While the ceiling may not have ever caved in (yet), there was a small fire that broke out in the labs (Thanks Peter…), so everyone that lived on that side of the compound had to move while they fixed it. Which is how you ended up with Bucky sharing your room for a few nights.

Originally the plan was to just have everyone sleep in one of the common spaces. There were couches and lots of blankets, so it would be like one big adult, superhero sleepover. Sounded like fun if you were being honest, but then Bucky came to you with a very valid concern.

You were in the kitchen making breakfast when he pulled you aside.

“Y/N,” Bucky’s hand lingered on your arm, distracting for a moment before you noticed the concern in his voice and evident all over his face, “I can’t sleep with everyone. They can’t all know.”

You wished you didn’t understand immediately. You wished that Bucky would just tell the team; they’d understand. But more importantly, you wished they didn’t happen at all. Without a second though you offered up your room.

“I can’t just take your room,” his forehead scrunched together, just demanding you to run your thumb across it and sooth him.

“Buck, it’s okay,” you tried to reassure him, “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. I always liked sleepovers,” that got a little chuckle out of him, “besides, it’s only for a few days.”

It was like you could see the gears turning in Bucky’s head. You always knew when he was up to something because the thought process was just so clear on his face. It was the way his eyes looked determined and stared straight ahead, but the very slight smirk told you that it was never sinister, but the little scrunch between his eyebrows was the real key to knowing Bucky had come up with something.

“What if I just crash in your room with you,” he asked tentatively. While his face normally showed confidence, there was just uncertainty. Bucky hoped that he hadn’t overstepped. You were his best friend, his confidant, and he just wanted you to be comfortable.

“I’ll take the floor! Of course,” he quickly finished.

Honestly, you didn’t know why you hadn’t thought of it first. It’s not like Bucky hadn’t seen you in your PJs; you ate breakfast in them. You’d fallen asleep on him during movies and definitely on long trips back to the compound. You didn’t even care if you shared a bed, though you’d have to deal with whatever feelings it brought up later…

“Of course Bucky!”

And with that, Bucky Barnes was spending the night with you, which was totally fine. Until you realized it wasn’t.

It’s not that you couldn’t sleep, because you could fall asleep anywhere at any time, the problem was falling asleep when you needed to go to sleep. It was like there was pressure to fall asleep, so it just never happened. Then you found sleep podcasts and listened to them literally every night. After you told Wanda, she started using them too. You’d never felt ashamed about it, but also you hadn’t really been sleeping with anyone, so no one other than Wanda knew about it.

When it came time to go to sleep, after you convinced Bucky that it was really okay to share a bed, you realized that you probably should tell him about the podcast.

Bucky sensed the discomfort before you started saying anything. The concern in his eyes matched the concern in yours.

“I listen to a sleep podcast,” you blurted out.

It took Bucky a moment to even register what you had said, then another moment to register what you were talking about.

“It’s called Nothing Much Happens,” you continued, still looking very concerned. Bucky just looked at you amused. His little smile made your heart skip a beat, not really helping with the nervousness.

“I’ve trained myself to fall asleep to it,” you rambled, just trying to get all the words out and explain yourself, “but it really does help, like I get two sentences in and I’m out, and I think if you try it, well, it could help”.

Bucky gently cupped your face. He was always so gentle with his metal arm; he was still afraid of hurting someone with it and it was never going to be you, he promised himself. But you knew that he never could hurt you and leaned into his metal hand.

“It's okay,” he chuckled, “play whatever you want. I’ll give it a try.”

Bucky always tried what you brought him. There was trust there; it was built up from many laughs and teasing, rough days and long nights, and the sincerity of your personality and heart. You were a light in Bucky’s life, so he tried anything you asked.

As you settled into bed and pressed play, Bucky knew that it would be his first restful night in a long time, though he couldn’t be sure if it was because of you or the podcast. At some point in the night Bucky scooted closer to you. The warmth radiating off his body only pulled you in more and in sleep you fit your body in the little crook of his arm.

You’d never tell him, but Bucky did have a nightmare when he was with you. You woke up to find yourself tucked against his side and panicked a little, but when you realized it was Bucky’s groans that pulled you out of sleep, you couldn’t have cared less. You finally reached up to gently rub your fingers over the little crease between Bucky’s eyebrows, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and he fell back into a peaceful slumber. Staying with you those few days really was the best sleep Bucky had gotten in a long time. He’d tell you that the podcast really helped him fall asleep, but really it was you. The feeling from the weight of your head against his chest and the mutual warmth flowing back and forth between you was the most comforting thing he’d ever experienced. Laying in your arms while you ran your fingers through his hair made Bucky feel like he was healing. But of course, it was the podcast that made him sleep better at night.

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ameliora-j · 3 years ago

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twin flame iv // gw x reader

words: 1.5k

warnings: smut (finally), fingering, size kink, tummy bulge, light degradation, creampie (all acts are consensual!)

an: this is seriously so short i apologize. but alas it is here :) one more part after this and twin flame will be finished ahhh

part one | part two | part three

you and george had been sitting on the floor of your old treehouse for nearly an hour now. the silence consumed you as you stared into his brown eyes and he stared right back into your own yec one’s. no one spoke a word. no one moved an inch. the silence was all-consuming. deafening.

“yn?” he finally breathed in a whisper.

“hi georgie…” you murmured nervously.

“what are you doing here?” he asked.

“i came to get you,” you shrugged one shoulder. “fred told me you weren’t in contact with anyone and i knew where you’d be. so i came. be… because i wanna talk to you,” you told him.

george nodded and you slowly shuffled forward on your knees. “george i’m sorry. for a lot of things actually, but to sum it up, i’m sorry for not being open about my feelings for you. i was too scared to tell you that i’m in love with you because… i-i didn’t wanna ruin us. what we have is so so good. and i wouldn’t trade it for the world georgie. you mean absolutely everything to me. and if i lost you then i’d lose myself. but i guess i just didn’t realize that by not telling you… then in the long run, i was losing you anyway,” you told him. george bit his lip and you shuffled even closer.

“i wish you would’ve just ruined it,” he told you. “because fuck, yn. i’m so in love with you that it’s absolutely unbelievable. you consume me. you live in my head rent free. you’re everything and more to me. i’m so fucking in love with you that i’m at a loss for words. you wouldn’t believe the things you do to me. i want you to make you mine forever,” he told you.

“i want to be your’s forever georgie,” by now your knees were touching with as you both continuously inched towards each other. your lips were a hair’s breadth away from his. you could feel his breath fanning over your face. george was the first to break, lurching forward and finally connecting your lips.

passion burned and fireworks exploded as you moaned into his mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue into your mouth and go on an adventure. your hands roamed from his sunset orange locks down to his broad shoulders and finally to the buttons on his shirt, fumbling around with them. he pulled away as you got to the last button. “been waiting so long to do that,” he murmured as you pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he pulled your’s over your head.

“do it again,” you whispered breathlessly. he didn’t waste a second, gripping you by your bottom and pulling you on top of his lap as you began to heavily make out again. your hands roamed his broad chest and accentuated abdomen before finally tangling in his hair as his hands found home on your ass, kneading and squeezing. “want you georgie,” you whimpered as he moved to press open mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

“you can have me, butterfly,” the nickname made you outright moan as you ground yourself down against his hardening member. he fumbled around with the button of your jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them, dipping his hand into your panties. you moaned as he ran two fingers through your slit and you bucked into his hand.

his kisses moved to your covered chest as he dipped two fingers into your heat, curling them and instantly finding your gspot. “more,” you moaned.

“take it off,” he motioned towards your bra and you quickly obeyed, reaching behind you and unclipping it. immediately, his lips attached to your nipple as his thumb came up to toy at your clit. you whimpered again and he chuckled as he gently teased your nipple with his teeth.

“wanna cum georgie,” you whimpered.

“go ahead, butterfly. not stoppin’ you,” he muttered as he pulled off your right nipple before turning and giving the left the same attention. one drag of his teeth over the sensitive bud and you were done for, making a mess of your pants as your cum gushed out onto george’s hand. he fucked you through it before pulling his hand out and sucking his fingers clean. “fuckin heaven,” he moaned as he pulled them out with a pop. “better than i ever imagined.”

“wanna suck your cock georgie please,” you whimpered.

“next time princess,” you couldn’t hide the smile at hearing there’d be a next time. “need to feel your sweet little cunt wrapped around me. take the rest off,” you nodded, quickly ridding yourself of your jeans and panties as george did the same. he gently laid you on the makeshift bed he’d set up, climbing on top of you and positioning himself at your entrance. “ready butterfly?” he asked.

“give it t’me george,” you murmured, wiggling your hips for emphasis. he slowly pushed into you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning at the stretch. you reached your arms up and squeezed his biceps tightly as he bottomed out. “need a second. s’big,” you murmured softly.

“take your time butterfly,” he whispered as he leant down and placed gentle kisses on any and all inches of skin he could find.

you nodded finally after a few seconds of preparation. “okay… okay go,” you told him. george slowly pulled out before thrusting back in, effectively hitting your gspot. “there,” you moaned. he smirked slightly as he slowly fucked into you. “fuck georgie it’s so big,” you moaned.

“yeah butterfly?” he mocked slightly. he ran his hand down your left leg before lifting it, placing it over his hip for a better angle. your back arched into him and you bit your lip. “fuck baby, so little. see myself in y’little tummy,” he marveled as he pushed down on the imprint of his cock in your lower abdomen.

“want more georgie. more please,” you begged.

“greedy little thing,” he hummed as his hand made contact with your clit, rubbing in tandem with his slow, rough thrusts. “love you so much butterfly,” he murmured into your neck.

“love you too georgie,” you moaned softly as your eyes rolled back into your head. “wanna cum please,” you whimpered.

“look at me when you cum butterfly. cum with my,” you nodded rapidly, opening your eyes as he pressed his forehead against your’s. “cum butterfly, now.” with his explicit permission, you let go. moaning out his name loudly as you slipped over the edge, cumming on his cock as he bottomed out, and pumped you full of his cum.

he stayed inside of you as you both came down. it was a few minutes before he slowly pulled out. you hissed slightly at the burn as you felt his warm cum dripping from your overworked hole. he fell on the pile of blankets next to you as he pulled you into his chest. you rested your head against his pectoral as you played with the chain around his neck. after a few minutes of silence, you began giggling. “what’s so funny over there, butterfly?” george asked with a smile.

“we just fucked in the treehouse our dad’s built for us when we were kids,” you giggled. he began to laugh with you as he kissed your head.

“you’re more than just a good fuck, butterfly. you’re the love of my life,” he told you.

“your twin flame,” you smiled as you kissed his jaw.

“my twin flame indeed,” he smiled down at you.

two weeks had passed since you and george’s endeavor in your childhood treehouse, and you were now both back in the apartment above the shop. you had even gotten your job back as cashier and manager. you were in george’s room, readying yourself for the day. you brushed through your hair and buttoned up your shirt, tucking it into your skirt before walking downstairs. “morning yn!” fred greeted.

“morning freddie,” you smiled as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

george snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. “morning butterfly,” he smiled as he kissed your cheek.

“morning georgie,” you giggled.

fred mocked a gagging noise. “you guys are even more insufferable now than you were when you were arguing,” he joked with a playful eyeroll.

“oh you love us, freddie,” you teased with a smile.

“loving you less and less the more i hear your noises. the walls are thin!” he called as he made his way downstairs to the shop.

“so… date tonight?” george asked. “after work. we’ll leave early,” he told you.

“and leave freddie all alone?” you asked with a small pout.

“oh he’s got angelina butterfly. he’ll be perfectly fine,” george waved you off.

“okay fine, date tonight then mr. weasley. don’t be late,” you winked over the brim of your coffee mug.

everything was perfect. back in place. back how it should be. you were back at the shop, living with fred and george. you called the younger twin your boyfriend, and you were happy.

the cosmos were aligned. and the universe was on your side. in the end, love won. the universe decided to pour gasoline onto your twin flame. she expanded it and it was now exploding and bringing upon a future for you and george that was even brighter than your flame.

and you couldn’t wait for that future to begin. it sure as hell was bright.

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sacredsorceress · 4 years ago

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Finders Keepers || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: you and bucky have been dating for years and just as he finally finds the courage to pop the question, he loses your engagement ring.

a/n: happy weekend! reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none, pure fluff

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“Now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should just wait.” Bucky said, pacing back and forth across the bridge.

Watching his friend nervously fiddle with the tiny velvet box in his hand, Sam chuckled pushing himself off of the railing.

“Buck, stop stressing out, man.” Sam laughed. “She’s going to say yes.”

Making his way over to Sam, leaning over the railing, Bucky sighed staring at the reflection of the streetlamps glowing in the water of the river beneath him.

“You don’t know that.” He said. “She could say no. She deserves better than some bridge, maybe-”

“Buck, if I know Y/n she’s going to think this is ten times better than anything else you could throw together.” Sam assured his friend. “You guys met on this bridge fighting one of the big three... that’s pretty romantic if you ask me.”

“There’s no such thing as the ‘big three’.”

“Of course there is, but because I’m such a good wingman- I’m gonna let it slide for the night.” He said, leaning over the railing beside his friend. “Do you remember the size of that android? If she didn’t find out about her mutation right then and there your ass would be dead right now.”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh because he knew that he was absolutely right.

The two of you had met two years ago to that exact day in the place where he and Sam were standing right now. Bucky and some of the other Avengers, including Sam, had been fighting a ginormous Android. Just as the fight was heading increasingly south and Bucky had come to terms with the fact that his overextended life would be ending sooner than he thought, he watched as the fist that was about to pound his body into the ground halted in midair.

He was shocked. He was sure he was going to die. He was even ready to welcome it, but when he looked around, trying to find out why the android would stop so suddenly, he glanced to the side only to meet your wide eyes, arms extended outwards toward the android. Despite the fact that he could tell that the android was struggling to move, he watched as you lifted your arms, the android rising into the air until you swung your arms, throwing the it into the river beside the bridge.

Once the initial splash of water had washed over the bridge, Bucky immediately pushed himself off of the ground, running to find you. When he did, he discovered you, soaking wet on the ground, staring back up at him.

“I... I don’t-”

You scrambled to find words to say to him- to explain what had just happened even though you didn’t even understand it yourself- but Bucky didn’t even care. He was in awe.

“You- you saved my life.” Bucky said before realizing that you were still on the ground and he reached his hand out to you. “What’s your name?”

Glancing at his hand for split moment, you grabbed it, pulling yourself to your feet.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n.” He said testing the sound of your name in his mouth before smiling. “I’m Bucky.”

From that day, you and him had been inseparable, beginning to date not long after. On the day he asked you to be his, he knew that that was the last time he was ever going to be asking anyone that question because you were it for him. He was completely and utterly yours and he didn’t want anyone- or anything- else.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” Bucky smiled, snapping himself back into the moment.

Watching the smile on his friend’s face, Sam couldn’t help but smile in return, patting his friend on the back.

“She should be coming by soon, right?” He asked. “Sure you’ve got the ring in there and everything?”

Flipping open the lid of the tiny box, Bucky picked up the ring that was sitting inside, turning it around to watch as it shined under the streetlight.

“You’re the one who helped me pick it out.” Bucky said, glancing over his shoulder at Sam. “If you change your mind now I think I’ll throw you over this bridge.”

“It’s great, Buck-”

“Hey! Buck!” They heard your familiar voice shout.

You were here early.

Shit.

Afraid you would catch him with the ring in his hand, Bucky scrambled to place it back in the box, but as he did the ring slipped from his fingers. Juggling to catch it, he leaned further over the railing. Just when he was sure that he caught the ring however, it slid off of his vibranium hand and into the water with a tiny pop.

“Shit!” He swore to himself.

“Holy shit!” Sam exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Did you just drop the ring?”

“Yes I just dropped the ring, Sam!” Bucky whisper shouted. “You’re not helping! Shit. Shit. Shit! What do I do?”

Glancing over his shoulder, watching your figure quickly approaching the both of them, Sam grabbed the box from his hands, shoving it in Bucky’s jacket pocket.

“Listen! It’s gonna be fine.” Sam assured him, patting his friend on the chest. “Just ask her, okay?”

Glaring at his friend as Sam began to back up in the opposite direction, Bucky yelled once again in a hushed voice.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that without a ring?”

But before Sam could answer, you came up behind Bucky, resting your hand on his shoulder. When Bucky glanced back at where Sam had been, he had already taken off into the darkness.

Taking a deep breath, telling himself that everything would be okay, Bucky turned around to face you.

He didn’t have to fake the smile that immediately met his face as soon as he looked at you.

You always managed to take his breath away.

“Hi doll.” He smiled, resting his hands on your waist.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Hi baby.” You smiled. “So, what’s the occasion? Why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Admiring the way you looked standing underneath the glow of the streetlamp above him, he tried to relax, remembering the speech he had been practicing in front of mirrors and Sam for weeks.

“Do you remember the last time we were here?” He asked.

Of course you did. How could you forget?

“Of course I do, Buck.” You laughed. “How could I forget saving the love of my life’s life?’

It was crazy how still after everything he had gone through and two years together with you, he could still feel his heart skip a beat when you called him the love of your life.

“Well I- I asked you to come here because I wanted to ask you something.” He said removing his hands from your your waist, instead taking your hands from around his neck and holding them in his.

As soon as he said that he had wanted to ask you something, your heart began to race in your chest. Was he doing it? Was he finally going to propose to you? The two of you had discussed marriage before, so it wouldn’t be a shock, but you never knew when he was going to ask. Or how.

When he backed away from you, your hands still in his, you watched as he kneeled in front of you, his eyes meeting yours.

He was doing it. He was really going to do it.

“Y/n.” He said.

“Yes?” You asked, not being able to help the smile on your face.

“Um,” Bucky began, able to hear the shakiness in his voice before he cleared his throat. “I uh... I know you’re already guessing what I’m doing right now, but I have this whole speech and everything so just bare with me okay?”

You nodded.

“Of course, Buck.”

“When I had my mind cleared back in Wakanda and came back from the blip, I didn't think I would ever have a normal life again, you know? I thought all this dating stuff was behind me and I was just going to be that guy who fights people with a metal arm.” He chuckled. “When you saved me right here two years ago, I thought I was going to die this miserable 100 year-old guy and I just accepted it, but then you threw that dumb hunk of metal in that water and- this sounds really cheesy but Sam said I should say it anyway- you saved my life, but you also saved me. You gave me another chance at life and I don’t ever want to live it without you, so...”

You felt as his hands dropped yours and watched as he pat his jacket pockets before slipping his hands inside of one of them, pulling out a small velvet box.

“Will you marry me?”

He didn’t even have time to open the box before you nodded, a bright smile gracing your face.

“Yes.” You laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you, Buck. Is that even a question?”

Glancing between the box in his hands and you he chuckled nervously.

“Yeah?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, laughing.

Pushing himself back onto his feet once again, Bucky pulled you close to him, only the box separating the two of you.

“Save my ass one more time?” He asked.

As he did, he opened the lid of the box to reveal... nothing.

There was no ring in sight, only the empty cushion where you would have expected one to be.

Furrowing your eyebrows you looked up at your fiancé.

“Did you....” You tried to piece the situation together, taking the box in your own hands. “Did you lose it?”

“I dropped it in the water when I heard you coming.” He admitted.

Not being able to help yourself, you laughed thinking about your fiancé being so nervous he dropped your ring into the water moments before proposing to you.

“Where?” You asked.

Rather than answering, he guided you over to the bridge’s railing, pointing at the water below.

“It slipped somewhere over here.”

Rather than teasing him once again for dropping your engagement ring in the river minutes before proposing, you leaned over the ledge of the bridge, stretching your arms out. As you did so, you felt Bucky come up behind you, resting his hands on your waist while he tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, peeking over your shoulder at the water below.

Sensing the piece of metal, you pulled your arms forward, bringing the ring to the surface. When it landed in your hand, you leaned back into your fiancé’s chest, slowly opening your hand to reveal the gorgeous ring resting in your palm.

“Oh Buck.” You cooed. “It’s perfect.”

Taking the ring between your fingers, you slipped it onto your ring finger, stretching your hand out to admire the ring he had chosen for you to symbolize your commitment to one another for the rest of your lives.

“Finders keepers.” You teased him, laughing as you showed off your ring.

Wrapping his arms around your torso, you felt as he pressed a kiss to your cheek from behind.

“That’s fine by me, doll.” He hummed. “As long as I get to keep you.”

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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The Covid Crush

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of covid, injures and fires, a lil steamy make out session, mentions of babies and pregnancy, chim being disgusted by y’all (jokingly)

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: based on Buck’s “covid crush”

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The line rang a few times before he picked up. “Buck’s phone, you’ve reached.. Buck” he laughed making you smile. Even though he couldn’t see you, he always brought a smile to your face.

“Hey you” you said, pushing the door shut with your foot.

“Hey! Aren’t you at work ?” he asked, you could hear the voices on his end getting quieter with each step he took.

“I’m on a break, I thought I'd call and check up on you. How are things at the station ? Is everyone okay ?”

“Yeah, everyone’s alright for now. I’m good too, thanks for asking” you could practically hear him roll his eyes over the phone. “Oh, forgive me. How are you doing today, Evan ?” you laughed, “I'm good, I'm off at-” the bell went off.

“That’s my cue, talk later?” he asked, the sound of his heavy footsteps jogging down what you could assume was the stairs.

“Of course, be safe Buck” you said, “always.” he replied, ending the call.

Although you and Buck weren’t together, you still worried about him, especially with everything that was going on now. It was like your heart was out of your body and running aimlessly into fires everyday. You originally met Buck though his sister, Maddie because you worked with her at the call centre. Buck had come by to see her or pick her up, ending with the two of you bumping into each other. Over time, you became friends and hung out a few times, seeing each other at Maddie’s for game night too. You weren't sure when it turned into something more but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Maddie walked into the break room, “hey” she smiled at you, “hey” you took a sip of the coffee in front of you.

“Is that coffee ?” she stopped in her tracks.

“Yes it is, there’s a fresh pot”

She made her way over to the coffee pot, “one cup Maddie, you know the rules” you mumbled, she shot you a glare. “not you too” she groaned, pouring the hot liquid into a mug. “Hey! I'm doing baby Buckley a favour here” you raised your hands playfully. “yea- wait, what did you just call my baby ?” she looked over at you once more, “baby Buckley ?” your brows furrowed, it wasn’t anything strange.

“Y/n, have you been hanging out with Buck ?”

“Your brother ? No, why ?” you lied to her, you didn't want to but the two of you made a promise to each other to keep your little conversations a secret.

“He calls the baby, baby Buckley” she laughed

“Well it is a baby and you are a Buckley, so that makes sense” you smiled at her and got up, “gotta get back to work, see you out there?” you asked, she nodded.

“Enjoy your coffee, one cup remember!” you hear her groan at your reminder as you walk back out.

The phone rang, you were driving home from the call centre. Tumbling through the console in the middle, you find your phone. Buck’s cheesy contact picture popped up. It was some selfie he had sent you during the holidays of him dressed as Santa to help Eddie surprise Christopher.

“Hello Evan” you answered his call, he groaned rather loudly. “Everything okay there, big guy ?”

“y/n, what did I tell you about calling me Evan ?” he asked you, you laughed, “nothing worth mentioning my darling, how was your call ?”

“It was fine, the regular day for me, pulling people out of burning buildings” he sighed.

“Any injuries?”

“Just a few bumps and bruises on the family but they’ll be fine” he replied made you smile, he could be so oblivious. You truly wondered how he was a firefighter sometimes. “That’s good but I was asking about you” you turned into your building parking lot.

“Oh,” he laughed, “I'm fine, also a few bruises but nothing too bad”

“Heading home for the day ?”

“Uh, no. Eddie wants to get home to Chris so I'm picking up his shift for him.”

“Oh, that's sweet of you Buck”

The door opens on his end, you walk up the stairs to your apartment. “Is that your little covid crush?” you can hear Chim ask him, Buck groans.

“Stop harassing me Chim, why don’t you go call your girlfriend or something?” Buck mumbles, Chim laughs.

“Hi Buck’s friend, I'm Chim!” he shouts so you could hear him which made you laugh. “I’d tell you to tell him hi but I feel like that might get us in trouble won’t it ?” you asked as you kicked off your shoes. “Yeah, I'll talk to you later hun ?” he asked you.

“Yeah, if you work overnight, call me tomorrow ?”

“Of course”

“Oh, Buck ?”

“Yeah ?

“Be safe”

“Always.”

It’s the crack of dawn, literally and your phone rings. The only person that could be calling you now had to be Buck. Squinting your eyes at the brightness of your phone, you pick up and groan. “Hm what is it ?” you mumbled, rolling back onto your side, your phone against your pillow.

“Oh my bad, I thought you had work this morning, that’s why I called” he whispered, now realizing that he woke you up. “It’s cool,” you yawn, “going home now?”

“Yeah, what's the plan for today ?” he asks, you hear the Jeep’s engine come to life.

“Uh maybe some grocery shopping and catching up on Netflix. I have a shift tonight. What about you ?”

“Maybe some sleep, a shower and back to work. Oh I also have to do groceries, Chim keeps eating everything in the house” he groans making you smile.

“Why don't you just send him home? Maddie’s working too, he’ll be fine.”

“I don't want to be mean, you know? He let me crash at his place. Speaking of Mads, how’s baby Buckley doing? you see her more than me” he chuckled, as do you, remembering your conversation with Maddie

“Good, they’re both good. You know, I called the baby, baby Buckley and she asked if I had talked to you recently”

“Hm, did you tell her no?”

“No, I told yes”

“What?!”

“Buck, I'm kidding, relax”

He let out a sigh which made you laugh. It wouldn’t be horrible if she knew but you guess he wanted to keep it on the lows, it's only fair that you respect that. There was a pause in the conversion, Buck was humming along to the song on the radio, soon enough he started singing. He was 100% off-key and you could hear the tapping along to the beat on his steering wheel as well. You laid in bed listening to him sing off key for a good few minutes until he called out to you.

“You know, I could pick up some stuff from the store for you, if you wanted ? I can just drop it off later” you offered

“That would be nice, thanks. But uh- maybe you could actually stay when you drop the stuff off ?” he asked

“Don’t you have work?” you asked, the sound of his footsteps thudding up the stairs, you figured he got home.

“Yeah, but if I’m an hour late, it’ll be fine” once again, there’s a pause in the conversation but it comes for your end this time.

“Y/n?” the shower is running on his end, he sounded distant, the phone was on speaker.

“Just checking my schedule, what time does your shift start ?” you question him

“9, what about you ?”

“9:30. I’ll see you tonight Evan, enjoy your shower”

“Sleep well babe” he hung up, you tossed your phone to the other side of the bed and went back to bed.

Buck opened the door, taking the bags from you. “Come in, thanks for these” he raised the bags and rested them on the counter.

“How much do I own you?” he asks, your back turned to him while you wash your hands.

“Don’t worry about it”

“No, c’mon, this is a lot” Buck leans against the counter, you turn towards him. There’s a little bruise on his cheek and a scratch mark by his chin, your hand comes up and cups his face. His hand wraps around your wrist as your thumb rubs the scratch mark on his chin, Buck turns his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“I’m okay” he whispers, his other hand finding your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chest against his.

“I know, doesn't mean I don’t worry” your hand comes down from his face to his chest, both of your hands now resting on his chest as you look up at him. Buck’s arms wrap around you as he picks you up and spins you around.

“Evan! Stop it!” you laughed, grabbing at his shirt, he sets you down on the counter. Buck stood between your legs, his hands rubbed at the sides of your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist as his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “I take it, you missed me?” you mumbled with your face squished against Buck’s chest. “More than you know” he kissed the top of your head.

Your phone buzzed, ruining your sweet moment. “Who is it ?” he asked, holding up the phone, the time was 8:45. “Alarm, I gotta go sweets, I have work soon”

“Oh come on, you can be late one day, right ?” He kissed your forehead

“You have work too” you reminded him, he ignored your comment, kissing down from your forehead to your cheek.

“Buck, don’t” you muttered as your hand came up to the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his hair. You knew the game he was playing and it was a dangerous one.

“10 minutes” he mumbled, his lips against your skin, now moving down to your neck.

“5 minutes” you bargained with him. Buck laughed and shook his head, “you know we’re gonna be here for more than 10 minutes right ?” His hands cupped your face as he leaned in for a kiss, one of your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you. Buck’s hands slid down from your face to your chest and then to your stomach, ending up on your hips. You pull on his shirt, he lets go of you for a moment to pull it off and then his lips are back on yours.

The two of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the front door unlock, Chim walks in to find the two of you making out in the kitchen. Buck’s shirt is on the floor, Chim picks it up and tosses it at the two of you.

“Are you guys serious ?” he groans as he shuts the door. You pull away from Buck, a blush across your cheeks. “Hey Chim,” Buck laughed, pulling back on his shirt. “Thought you had work ?” Buck asks, Chim shakes his head. “I’m done, shift changes in an hour.”

“You guys couldn't have made out in bed or something ? Like a normal couple ?” Chim asks, you and Buck reply at the same time, “we’re not a couple” the two of you look at each other and smile.

“Whatever, but c’mon! I eat breakfast there guys, that’s gross” his face screwed with disgust making you laugh. “Sorry” you gave him a smile, looking over at him, now on his way to the bathroom. Buck’s hand comes up to your chin, pulling your attention back to him, his lips are on yours again.

“You guys do know you're breaking the social distance regulations right now, right ?!” Chim shouted from the bathroom, you could hear him laughing.

“Shut up!” Buck shouted back, his hands cupping your face and pulling you back in for another kiss.

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capseycartwright · 3 years ago

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“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

This thing between them, it was new - new enough that Buck still felt tentative, in their relationship - and not because he didn’t think Eddie wanted him; no, Buck was sure and certain of one thing, in life, and it was that Eddie Diaz loved him. No, it felt tentative, still, because they had been in an official relationship (“Official,” Buck had teased, Eddie's cheeks deliciously pink as they’d discussed the exclusive nature of their new relationship. “Like we’re in middle school.”) for a little over a week now, and Buck was still figuring out where the lines were, for their romantic relationship, where the new boundaries were.

He sort of did feel like a middle-schooler with a big embarrassing crush, sometimes - he just wanted to be with Eddie, and be near him, all the time. Buck wanted to kiss him, of course, but most of all, he wanted to hold Eddie’s hand and never let him go - because he could, now, and for so long Buck had wanted and wanted so much and so badly from afar, and somedays it had felt like it was causing him physical pain to be so central to everything in Eddie’s life, but not get to love him, to touch him, the way he so desperately wanted to.

It was Ravi’s birthday, and it was the first real social event they’d been to as a couple. Maybe it was silly, Buck realised, but there was something exciting about walking into a bar, Eddie by his side, and coming to the party as a couple, not just Buck and Eddie, best friends. Eddie had pressed a hand into Buck’s lower back, as they weaved their way through the crowd of people already gathered in their local badge and ladder joint, and Buck had nearly melted into the floor.

It was fine - he was fine. He was totally cool about having Eddie Diaz be his boyfriend.

He was leaning against one of the high-tables Ravi had reserved for him, when he caught Eddie’s eye, offering the older man a smile as Eddie held his gaze. Eddie was so fucking attractive, Buck didn’t know what to do with the amount of want that surged through his body on a daily basis - even now, dressed in a typical flannel and t-shirt combination, Eddie looked absolutely delicious and Buck wanted to sink his teeth into the muscle of Eddie’s neck that the slightly loose neck of his t-shirt exposed.

It was fine, he could be normal about this.

“And that’s how Karen took over the world,” Buck glanced back to Hen as her ridiculous words hit him full force, his friend grinning at him, making Buck realise he hadn’t listened to a word Hen had said, in the last few minutes.

“Sorry,” Buck winced. “I didn’t hear a word you just said.”

Hen simply laughed, not offended in the slightest. “You’ve got it bad,” she gave Buck’s wrist a squeeze. “I’d be offended, if it wasn’t so sweet.”

Buck couldn't help but smile. “It just - it feels so crazy, to actually get to be with him, now.”

“Enjoy it,” Hen encouraged. “I’m going to go and see how Chimney is doing,” she declared, winking. “Don’t get us banned - I like this bar.”

Buck was confused for a second, until he realised that Eddie was on his way, having expertly removed himself from a conversation with the guys from B-shift. “Hi,” he breathed, and God - he couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was his.

“Hi,” Eddie returned, his smile equally as soft. “Why was Hen telling you not to get banned?”

Buck flushed bright red. “You - you don’t know what you do to me, do you?” he kept his voice low, not wanting to be overheard. Some things, they were just for him and Eddie, Buck was realising - and the way Buck wanted Eddie, that was one of those things he wanted to keep for himself.

Eddie’s grin was a delighted one. “How about you tell me?”

Reaching out, Buck pressed a thumb into the groove of Eddie’s neck, right where the thick muscle of his shoulder met his collarbone. Eddie’s skin was warm, to the touch, and Buck didn’t need to imagine the way the other man’s cologne mingled with the coconut scented shower gel he favoured, something musky, and all Eddie, underneath - Buck was intimately acquainted with that very particular Eddie Diaz smell, now.

“I want you all the time,” Buck breathed. “I just - I’ve been watching you, across the bar, and you’re just - you’re so fucking hot, Eddie. I wish we could leave and go home.”

To their childfree house - because God, however much Buck loved Christopher, he was excited for a night where he could figure out every kind of noise Eddie might make.

“What would you do, if we left and went home?” Eddie prodded, confident in his words, confident in his want for Buck in a way that made Buck want to go absolutely feral - knowing that Eddie wanted him as much as Buck wanted Eddie, it was a feeling that somehow wrecked him, and affirmed his entire purpose in life, all at the same time.

Buck wasn’t sure if he was crossing a line, as he leaned in to brush his lips against the shell of Eddie’s ear, thumb digging into the muscle of his neck a little harder. “I’d see how loud I could make you scream, Eddie,” he explained, teeth dragging against the sensitive skin of Eddie’s ear for a split second before he pulled back, enjoying the way Eddie shuddered in his grip.

“Take me home,” Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut, and open again. “Now, Evan.”

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serenelystrange · 5 months ago

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Explicit

Alternate Universe - Retail

Getting Together

Fluff and Humor

Bath & Body Works

Implied/Referenced Homophobia

Buck and his slutty little waist

Summary:

In which Buck works at Bath & Body Works, and Eddie accidentally stumbles into the love of his life.

Notes:

Marisol is here, but she doesnt last. Buddie all the way. This is silly, but hopefully also fun!

Work Text:

Eddie hates the mall. A fact that he somehow forgets in between every few-and-far-between visit, but is violently reminded of the moment he walks in. Taking a deep breath, he steels himself and heads for his destination, grateful at least for the blessed relief of air conditioning from the summer heat.

The entire window storefront of Bath & Body Works is decorated in sunny yellows and bright blues, with an overwhelming array of signs and cardboard ducks advertising the semi-annual sale that’s going on.

Well, Eddie thinks, at least his wallet won’t suffer as much as his throbbing head.

“Welcome!” a cheery voice calls out as Eddie enters the store. A tiny readhead with a plastered smile on her face greets him and all but shoves a cloth basket into his hands. “Let me know if you have any questions!” she says, before vanishing back into the crowd of shoppers.

Eddie will absolutely not be doing that.

He’s browsing a candle display of New Summer Scents when he senses more than hears a new person sidling up beside him. Eddie does his best to ignore them, keeping his eyes trained on the display, trying and mostly failing to not feel overwhelmed by the crowded room and heavy mix of too many fragrances.

“Overwhelmed?”

Eddie freezes at that, not expecting the soft and very male voice that asks the question. He puts a bottle of lotion back down and turns slightly to look at the employee, eyes widening as he realizes he has to look up a few inches to meet his gaze. A boyishly handsome face greets him with a kind smile that doesn’t look anywhere near as forced as the one on the readhead from earlier.

“Yeah,” he admits quietly, looking away with no small amount of embarrassment. He could survive his plane being shot down and everything that came after, but a few too many people and scents in his space is making his heart palpitate at a scary rate.

“I get it,” the guy says, before looping one big hand gently around Eddie’s elbow and tugging him along.

Stunned, Eddie lets him.

“Here,” the guy says, tucking Eddie back into an alcove by the Men’s display where only a few shoppers straggle. “Better?”

Eddie, who hasn’t stopped staring at the man’s obscenely muscled biceps in his tight shirt, takes a moment to catch up to the question.

“Huh?” he asks, dragging his eyes back up to the man’s face, noting the pretty blue eyes that are looking him with concern.

“Is this better?” the man repeats, stepping back a little as if to give Eddie more space to breathe.

“It is,” Eddie says, finally, before dropping his gaze down to where the man still has his hand wrapped around Eddie’s elbow.

“Oh, sorry!” the guy says, tugging his hand away and tucking it sheepishly into the pocket of his blue and white checkered apron.

“It’s fine,” Eddie says. “Thank you,” he adds after a moment.

“Don’t worry about it,” the guy says, giving him an easy grin. “It happens all the time. This place can be a lot.”

Eddie stares at where the man’s hand is tucked into his apron, just his thumb visible where it’s tucked over the edge. The apron is tied securely around his waist, offering Eddie the appealing visual of it in contrast to the man’s wide shoulder. Eddie gulps, remembering what he’d come for, not what he’d like to.

“I was looking for a gift,” he says, looking back up at the man, just now noticing a name tag that says BUCK in black sharpie under a crossed out Evan printed on the tag.

“I thought you might be,” Buck says, laughing kindly at him. “You do kind of strike me as a 3-in-1 product kind of guy. No offense.”

It startles a laugh out of Eddie, and he can’t help but match Buck’s grin. “I’m a simple guy, I guess.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Buck says, agreeably. “So who is the gift for? Do you know what kind of scents they like?”

“My uh,” Eddie finds himself stumbling over the words for a reason he is absolutely not going to examine, “my girlfriend.”

“Ok, great!” Buck says, unphased by Eddie’s awkwardness. “Let’s start small. Is she a bodywash person, or more of a lotion fan?”

Eddie frowns, realizing he doesn’t know.

“She always smells nice?” he offers. “Kind of like rasberries.”

“Progress!” Buck says. “And does her shower have raspberry smelling products in it?”

Eddie thinks back to the few times he’d been in Marisol’s shower, remembering a lot of white bottles with mild scents.

“No,” he shakes his head. “but I think she has some bottles on her dresser, maybe perfume?”

“Perfect,” Buck says, “good job!” Eddie fights the blush that wants to spread over his face at Buck’s innocuous compliment.

“I think I have a solution,” Buck says, “stay here!”

Eddie, tucked comfortably away from the other shoppers and the sunshiney madness, stays.

Buck re-appears a few minutes later with a clear pink bag in his hands, that he transfers over to Eddie with a surprising amount of grace for someone so tall.

Eddie peers through the bag’s thick plastic, seeing an array of body sprays and other miniature products.

“This way she gets a little bit of everything,” Buck explains. “And it’s a new summer version of our winter raspberry scent, so she’ll know you were paying attention!”

“I really wasn’t,” Eddie says, scoffing mildly at himself.

Buck’s cheery face stalls at that, and he frowns thoughtfully at Eddie for a moment.

“Bigger relationship issues than a gift set can fix?” he asks, voice caring in a way like Eddie has been his friend for years and not just a customer he met ten minutes ago.

Eddie thinks about the bathroom mirror pep talks he’s had before his nights with Marisol, about the times he’s blamed the long days at work for his bedroom performance issues, and about the fact that he’s wondering what the skin of Buck’s throat would taste like if he buried his face there and bit down.

“You could say that,” he responds a moment too late for it not to be awkward. But Buck just cringes in sympathy, giving him an understanding look.

“Relationships are hard,” he says, dropping his voice a little quieter as he continues. “My last ex and I had nothing in common besides the sex, you know? She used to do this thing with her.. you know, this isn’t really work appropriate,” Buck trails off, red faced.

Eddie laughs, charmed despite himself. “I wish that was my problem,” he says.

Buck gives him an assessing look before continuing. “Before her, my ex and I had a lot in common, and we were great together physically, but it still didn’t work out.”

Eddie hums in agreement, nodding. Buck cocks his head slightly, looking over at Eddie again in a way that makes him squirm. It’s almost like Buck is assessing him for a threat level before combat.

“I guess he just wanted different things than I did,” Buck says after a moment, shrugging. “He says he wasn’t worried about being my first guy, but I don’t think he ever really got over it. I think he half expected me to leave him for a woman.”

“Ugh,” Eddie says. “Sounds like he had trust issues that have nothing to do with you. Fuck him.”

Buck smiles at that, delighted. “I mean, I did,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Kind of a lot.”

“Jesus,” Eddie says, torn between laughing and blushing beet red down to his toes at the image. “This is not the conversation I was expecting when I walked in here.” At Buck’s alarmed expression, he waves a hand.

“Not that it’s bad. I’m not some homophobic asshole. It just wasn’t what I was expecting.”

Buck lets out a deep breath, relief apparent on his face.

“Good,” Buck says, “I really didn’t want to have to get fired for punching someone again.”

“Again?” Eddie asks, more amused than concerned. He finds it hard to believe this six foot two puppy-dog would ever hit someone who didn’t deserve it.

“A story for another time,” Buck says as his walkie talkie squawks to life, a panicked sounding cashier requesting backup at the register. “Let’s get you checked out and back into the fresh air, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, following Buck to the register like one of the ducks in the window.

He’s already thinking about next time.

“That’s so sweet, baby, thank you,” Marisol says, accepting the gift set and pulling Eddie in for a lingering kiss. She quirks an eyebrow as she pulls away and gives him a crooked grin. “Did you do something that requires an apology gift. Did you try to make one of your abuela’s recipes again?”

Eddie does his best to laugh at her joke, giving her what he hopes is an amused looking eyeroll as he huffs.

“Yeah yeah,” he says, changing the subject quickly, “how was work?”

Marisol lights up at the question, and as she delves into the newest drama, Eddie hates himself a little bit more for looking at her beautiful face and feeling nothing at all.

Despite the thrill of meeting Buck, it takes Eddie a solid month to work up the courage to go back to the store. It’s only when he and Chris are walking into the thankfully uncrowded store that he realizes Buck might not even be working that day.

“Welcome in,” a young guy calls out from one of the displays. He has beautiful brown skin and a flop of black hair artfully splayed across his forehead, and Eddie wonders when he started noticing things like that on men at all. Eddie waves back vaguely and ushers Chris towards the back of the store where the men’s section is.

“Do I have to get this stuff?” Chris asks, wrinkling his nose at the scent of whatever liquid leather is supposed to smell like.

“You can get any scent you want,” Eddie says, teasingly. “As long as you use it on those stinky preteen armpits of yours.”

“Daaad,” Chris protests, smacking Eddie’s leg lightly with one of his crutches.

Eddie just laughs and lets Chris make his way around the store at his own pace, stopping to smell different body washes and soaps here and there. He pulls away dramatically at one of the floral scents, wrinkling his nose as he fake-gags. Eddie leans back against one of the side countertops and watches in amusement.

“Hey.”

Eddie smiles before he even turns his head, feeling Buck move to lean against the counter beside him.

“Hey,” he replies, internally proud of himself for sounding way more casual than he feels.

“How’d the gift go over?” Buck asks, joining Eddie in watching Chris sniff to his heart’s content.

“She liked it,” Eddie says. “Then asked me if I ruined dinner and needed an apology gift.”

Buck snorts a laugh at that. “Not a good cook, then?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I get by,” he says. “Thankfully Chris loves pancakes and chicken nuggets.”

Buck laughs and looks at Eddie before turning away again to watch Chris.

“Your son?” he asks, nose wrinkling in a laugh as Chris make a dirty face at of the candles he sniffs.

“Yeah,” Eddie confirms, watching Chris fondly. “He’s eleven and is struggling with the concept of body odor.”

“No 3-in-1 for him?” Buck drawls, and Eddie almost reaches a hand out to smack him playfully, before remembering they are near strangers.

“Nah,” Eddie says. “Figured he’d be more likely to actually use it if I let him pick out something fancier than what I get at Target.”

“Smart.”

Eddie preens just a little at that. It’s been a rough few years since Shannon died, and hearing that someone thinks he’s doing ok with this whole parent thing is always nice.

“Dad!” Chris calls out from an orange and yellow display. “Is Citrus Cravings a boy smell?”

Beside him, Buck tenses just slightly, and man, one of these days Eddie wants to meet whoever made him so jumpy and give them a talk. With a shovel.

“Any smell you want can be a boy smell,” Eddie calls back at a much lower volume. “Since you’re a boy, and want to be a good smelling one.”

“That one is really nice,” Buck adds in. “I use it sometimes.”

Chris looks over at the new voice, head craning up as he takes in Buck’s height and bulk.

“You like to smell like oranges?” Chris asks, hesitating as if trying not to offend the large man.

Buck just grins and nods.

“Sometimes!” he says. “One of the perks of working here, I get to smell like so many nice things.”

“Can I get this one, dad?” Chris asks. “Ooh, and the chocolate one?”

Eddie nods his agreement and Buck leans over to speak in a whisper as Chris walks towards the register. “Get the moisturizing washes instead. They’re bigger and on sale right now. But don’t tell my manager I said that.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says, risking looking up into Buck’s stupid handsome face for a moment, before booking it to the register after Chris, grabbing the new body washes along the way.

At the register, the tiny redhead from the previous month is back, giving him and Chris a sharklike grin as they approach.

“Picked out some good scents?” she asks them both, before giving Eddie a shrewd look and glancing over to where Buck is helping someone else. “Or do you prefer the views?”

Chris doesn’t notice, too busy looking through the sample size products on the counter, but Eddie returns her glare with a sharp grin of his own.

“Just these, thanks,” he says flatly, unwilling to engage in whatever weird game she’s playing with him.

She huffs and outright rolls her eyes at him, before ringing him up with a robotic smile and a wooden goodbye, before disappearing into the back room before Eddie can even turn around.

Buck is still helping a customer as Eddie and Chris leave, but he gives them a surreptitious wave as they pass, and Eddie sighs internally. He is so fucked, and not in the fun way.

“I think maybe I’m bisexual,” Eddie tells Marisol late one night as they’re getting ready for bed.

She looks up from where she’s rubbing the lotion Eddie bought her onto her elbows and gives him a confused look.

“I’m sorry, what?” she says, too dumbfounded to even make it sound like a question.

“I, uh,” Eddie says nervously. “I think I’m bisexual.” It doesn’t feel right, not exactly, but it’s the closest he’s allowed himself to even consider, and he’s absolutely terrified.

Marisol stops rubbing her skin and sits down crossed legged on his bed, frowning up at him where he leans against the closed door.

“Edmundo,” she says, voice laden with disappointment. “You know that isn’t a real thing.”

This time it’s Eddie who looks at her with confusion.

“What do you mean?” he says. “Of course that’s a thing. Your cousin Lili is bi, you talk to her all the time.”

Marisol scoffs.

“Liliana is just confused. Eventually she will heal, and with grace from God, find a nice boy to marry and settle down with. God will fix her.”

Eddie, suffice to say, is horrified.

“There’s nothing to fix,” he says, “since when do you have beliefs like this?”

“You know I am a good Catholic woman, Eddie,” Marisol says, looking up at him with wide eyes, as if he’s the one being unreasonable.

“We’ve had an awful lot of premarital sex for someone so devout,” Eddie shoots back, feeling the anger slowly replacing the shock in his bones.

Marisol gives him a pleased little grin.

“We are like married in the eyes of God, no? Why wouldn’t we lay together as He intends?”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie whispers harshly, blinking away the tear that sting his eyes, looking at Marisol as if it’s the first time he’s really seeing her.

“I could never marry you,” he says, feeling a sharp pang of satisfaction at her offended expression.

“Don’t be silly,” Marisol says. “Somebody needs to raise Christopher, of course we’ll get married.”

It’s hearing his son’s name that shakes him out of his stupor and makes him stand to his full height and step away from the door.

“You need to leave,” he says, resolutely. “You can come by tomorrow for your things when Chris is at school.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Marisol says, looking angry now. “You can’t just kick me out in the middle of the night, we need to talk about this!”

“No,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “we’re done. Get dressed and I’ll call you an Uber.”

“Eddie,” Marisol tries again, as she is pulling on real clothes and throwing her things into a duffel bag Eddie hands her, but he just shakes his head.

“I can’t,” he says. “We can talk when I’m not so angry, but I don’t want to hurt you, Marisol.”

Marisol glares at him with shiny eyes.

“You are hurting me!” she says, before storming past him and throwing the door open as she rushes out.

Eddie catches it just in time to avoid it slamming into the wall, and breathes a sigh of relief.

At least Chris won’t get woken up on top of an already shitty night. It’s a small comfort, but he takes it.

Eddie avoids the mall and the temptation within in for a few more weeks, until Chris complains that his favorite body wash is almost gone and Eddie promises to get him more while he’s away at Abuela’s for the weekend.

This time, he spots Buck as soon as he walks into the remarkably empty store, not even a tiny angry ginger in sight.

“Hey!” Buck says, bounding out from behind the counter to greet him.

For a brief moment, Eddie thinks Buck might hug him, but he stops just short of Eddie, giving him an easy smile. Eddie looks at the arms stretching out that poor tshirt, and tries not to feel disappointed.

“Hey,” he says. “Chris used up all his chocolate body wash and demands I get more.”

Buck laughs and gestures towards the display. “Well, we can’t say no to a kid who’s willingly showering, right?”

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees.

He lingers at the counter as Buck rings him up and hands him the bag of body washes. Their fingers brush slightly as he hands it over and Eddie very nearly gasps.

Maybe those Jane Austen girls were onto something after all, he thinks.

“I..” he starts, trailing off with an embarrassed cringe.

“Hey,” Buck says, leaning forward until his hips are flush with the counter between them. “What’s your name, anyway? Only one of us has a name tag on here.”

Eddie startles into laughter, realizing he never did introduce himself.

“I’m Eddie,” he says, holding out a hand that Buck takes immediately to shake.

Eddie’s never been a small man, but Buck’s hand envelops his just perfectly enough that he thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind feeling that way once in a while.

“Buck,” he says, shaking Eddie’s hand before letting it go. “But I guess you, uh, you can probably read that.”

“Not without my contacts or glasses,” Eddie admits. “You’d just be a blue of blue and white.”

“Glasses?” Buck asks, flushing slightly. Eddie wonders if the poor guy runs hot under all the bright lights.

“Only when I’m too lazy for the contacts,” he says.

Buck gulps and nods in agreement.

“Lazy days are good,” he says, sounding strained.

“You ok?” Eddie asks with concern. “Do you need a drink or something? It is a little warm in here.”

“Yeah,” Buck waves off his concern, “I am..thirsty. But I’m fine.”

“If you’re sure,” Eddie says, wanting to push it until his phone goes off in his pocket.

He pulls the phone out and groans. “This is work,” he explains, “I’m sorry, I have to take it.”

“No worries,” Buck says, waving goodbye as Eddie makes a hasty retreat, phone pressed to his ear.

Eddie only makes it another week before he goes back to the mall, Chris at a birthday party at a nearby friend’s house.

He’s walking up to the store and nearly collides with Buck as he makes his way out, eyes on his own phone.

“Oh shit,” Buck says, stopping short, “sorry, I didn’t see… oh it’s you!”

“Hey,” Eddie says, moving out of the way of the stream of people that walk by, Buck scurrying to stand beside him against the wall.

“Hey,” Buck says, giving him a crinkled-eyed grin. “Chris run out of body wash already?”

Eddie shakes his head.

“No?” Buck asks, curiously. “Then why in the world would you come here on a Saturday when you don’t need to?”

Eddie is quiet for a moment, contemplating how to answer without sounding creepy, before ultimately deciding to just be honest.

“Wanted to see you,” he says, looking everywhere but into Buck’s surprised eyes.

When he dares to look up at Buck, he finds the other man beaming in delight.

“How do you feel about soft pretzels with too much salt?” Buck asks.

“Um,” Eddie says, “positively I guess?”

“Good,” Buck says, looping an arm through Eddie’s and tugging him towards the escalators. “I’ll buy you one.”

Eddie lets himself be led away.

“What do you do?” Buck asks him the third time they’re eating soft pretzels and cheap cheese sauce in the mall food court.

This time, he’s wearing an oversized green hoodie that covers even his long fingers, and he has to push the sleeves up so that he can eat his food. Eddie isn’t sure why he finds that even hotter than the tight t-shirts, but damn it, he does.

“I’m a firefighter,” Eddie says, feeling oddly shy about it suddenly.

Buck, however, just lights up with interest.

“Oh man, that’s so cool!” he says. “I wanted to be a firefighter when I was like 21.”

“Oh?” Eddie asks, eyeing Buck’s buff form. “What stopped you?”

Buck ducks his head before looking back up at Eddie with sad eyes.

“Got in a pretty nasty car accident a few years back, mangled my leg. The doc was surprised they didn’t need to amputate.”

“Shit,” Eddie says.

“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “There is SO much metal in my leg. I guess I’m technically a cyborg now, though, so that’s pretty cool.”

Eddie laughs and nods, besotted. “That is pretty cool,” he agrees. “Did you ever watch Teen Titans? Chris and I used to watch it on weekends when he was little and still wanted to hang out with me.”

“I loved that show!” Buck says, excitedly, before going on a rant about some plot line that Eddie barely remembers.

He just nods along, letting Buck ramble as he watches with a dopey grin.

The fourth time they have pretzels at the mall, Buck follows Eddie out to the parking lot until they’re at Eddie’s truck, and pushes him against it gently as he presses their lips together in a kiss.

Eddie’s brain shuts off in a pleasant way and he sags against the truck, looping his arms around Buck’s waist as he kisses back. Buck sighs against his lips, tickling Eddie’s skin, and he squirms just enough to feel Buck against him, hard and hot and pressing closer every moment. He knows he should be concerned about being in public, or freaking out about kissing a man for the first time, but he’s throbbing in his jeans and he finds it difficult to think about anything else.

“Fuck,” he says, head titlting back as Buck pulls away to bite down his throat, his hands linked together behind Eddie’s neck.

“Mmhm,” Buck agrees, rubbing against him with intent now, building up a rhythm that Eddie is helpless to deny.

“This is crazy,” Eddies says, when Buck shifts them bodily so that they’re better aligned, “I’m gonna come in my jeans, you lunatic.”

“That’s the idea,” Buck says, before silencing Eddie again with more kissing.

Eddie can feel Buck’s heartbeat thudding rapidly where it’s pressed against his chest, and for some reason he can’t fathom that’s the thing that sets him off. He comes messily into his underwear, feeling gross but blissed out, not even minding the metal digging into most of his body.

Buck whines as he watches Eddie go lax, torn between needing to come and not wanting to rub Eddie raw.

“It’s ok,” Eddie says, using his hands still wrapped around Buck to tug him back, hitching up his leg and hooking his foot around Buck’s knees. “Keep going, I like it. I want you to come, too.”

“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck whimpers. He drops his head down onto Eddie’s shoulder as he ruts against him wildly, rhythm long gone.

“Better hurry,” Eddie teases him quietly, running his nails of one hand up and down Buck’s back. “You don’t want anyone to catch us, do you?”

Buck comes with a groan, and it goes on so long that Eddie is mildly concerned. He looks down at the soaked spot of Buck’s light blue jeans he can’t resist the urge to run his thumb against it, pressing down just enough to make Buck shiver.

“You always come this much?” he asks, bringing his thumb up to his mouth and licking off the taste of salty denim.

Buck shakes his head, still catching his breath and unable to speak.

“Just for me, then?” he asks, smirking as Buck whines again.

Buck grips his hair extra tight in retaliation as they kiss again, and Eddie loses track of the conversation with not even a hint of complaint.

Buck comes over after his shift one night and makes Eddie and Chris the best damn grilled cheeses they’ve ever eaten, then proceeds to get his ass whooped by Chris at Mario Kart, groaning good naturedly as he loses every time.

Chris goes to bed eventually, and Eddie has barely heard his door click shut before he’s on top of Buck, pushing him willingly down onto the couch and crawling on top of him with a grin.

“Clothes stay on,” Buck says, looking towards the hallway nervously.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Obviously,” he says. “I don’t want to scar my kid. But we can do plenty with our clothes on.”

“I do remember the parking lot, yeah,” Buck says giddily, stealing kisses in between Eddie leaving little love bites all over his exposed throat.

“Can I try something?” Eddie asks, pulling away from Buck’s throat to give him a nervous look.

“Of course you can,” Buck says, not caring what it is as long as Eddie gets on with it.

“Good,” Eddie says, before sliding his hand beneath Buck’s sweatpants and underwear and wrapping his fingers around his dick.

“Fuck!” Buck shouts, before freezing and looking around in alarm. “Was that too loud?”

Eddie listens for a long moment, rubbing his thumb along the head of Buck’s cock all the while, before shaking his head.

“We’re good,” he says, “but try to keep it down.”

Buck’s laugh borders on maniacal. “Nothing is staying down while you’re touching me, you asshole.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but continues his tentative exploration anyway, looking down to watch his hand flex underneath Buck’s pants.

“God, you’re as wet as I thought you’d be,” he says reverently. “Does it feel good?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Buck says, gasping back onto the cushion as Eddie jerks him off with wet firm strokes.

“Little bit,” Eddie admits, leaning down to kiss Buck gently even as he speeds up his wrist.

“I can’t wait to suck you off,” Buck says, dreamily, eyes closed and back arching as Eddie tugs him off. He comes a moment later, soaking Eddie’s fingers and the inside of his pants.

Eddie’s eyes are wild as he pulls his hand from Buck’s pants, gleaming and practically dripping with his come. Before Buck can even move to assist, Eddie shoves his come soaked hand into his own sweatpants and barely has time to jerk himself off before he’s coming, his mess joining Buck’s on his hand. Buck watches wide eyed as Eddie catches his breath just enough to pull his hand free and lick a stripe up his own fingers, tasting the combination of them before sticking his fingers fully in his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Am I dead?” Buck asks in a raw voice. “I must have died. From the hotness. Do you think they have gay sex in heaven? They must, if I’m there, I guess.”

“Buck,” Eddie says, laughing as he drops back down to rest along Buck’s body, resting his head on Buck’s shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yessir,” Buck slurs, yawning wide around even that.

“You get twenty minutes to nap,” Eddie says, “and then we’re gonna shower.”

Buck mumbles his assent, and Eddie knows they won’t be moving for at least an hour, but he finds he really can’t be too worried about it.

A year later finds Eddie back at the mall with Buck, but this time as not so inconspicuous chaperones to Chris and his first date.

“When did he grow up?” Eddie whines into Buck’s shoulder as they sit at the food court half a room away from the kids.

“I know, babe, I know,” Buck soothes. “You set him up too well with the body washes. The little ladies couldn’t resist his chocolatey scent.”

Eddie snorts.

“Not helpful, asshole.”

Buck just grins before smacking a kiss loudly onto Eddie’s cheek.

“Love you, too.”

Eddie melts at that, still filled with happy nerves every time Buck says it. He turns his head for a real kiss, the kind that makes everything in his head go quiet and the motion of the world around them go still.

“I love you,” he says quietly, but no less sincerely than Buck.

Buck gives him another short kiss before pulling away so they can continue watching Chris and his date.

“You know,” Eddie says suddenly, “I just remembered when I told Marisol I was bisexual, she was the worst about it, you know?”

“Mmhm,” Buck says, having heard the story before and strongly disliking a woman he’s been lucky enough to never meet.

“I wish I could see her face when I figured out that I was actually so very gay,” Eddie says, cackling at the vision of it all. “She might have had a stroke.”

Buck wraps an arm around his giggling boyfriend and laughs along with him.

They watch their kid stumble through his first date adorably, and for once in his life, Eddie finds himself feeling hopeful about the future.

The End.

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie

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