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Stay With Me
Summary: Santiago and Chrysos have a lot of feelings to work out. Spoiler alert: they still don't confess. Word count: 2.6k Warnings: major character not-actually death (this is my Boxing Day gift to you all) A/N: I wish I could've put Major Character Death as a real warning. Alas... such is life. Anyway :) I'm super done with writing this, I don't wanna keep going insane, I'm just gonna post it as is. It's actually pretty tame for angst on my part. Enjoy!! Tagging: @thehollowwriter (finn mention!!!) @kitwasnothere and @nahelenia as my top 3 murderers <3
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When Santiago comes to, groggy and lightheaded, heâs greeted by the watered-down sun filtering through the seas of Octavinelle above him. Bird and sky separated only by the glass and several gallons of water, his limbs sure feeling as distant and heavy as the ocean.
Ah, he thinks, ever-intelligently. How did I end up here�
He canât quite remember. All of his recent memories are escaping like soap bubbles in the wind.Â
While he racks his brain trying to figure it out, someone approaches and kneels next to him. A single glance at the personâs blonde hair and red eyes tells Santiago all he needs to know.
âSorry about that,â Chrysos says, monotone as always. Itâs hard to tell if the merman really is sorry or not. âI usually donât get normal customers involved when 86âing nuisances.âÂ
Santiago canât help the smirk that comes to him all too easily. âAre you sure I wasnât the nuisance?â
âHard to say,â replies Chrysos with an amused huff. He stands back up and offers Santiago a hand, to help him stand up.
Something about it feels offâmaybe because Chrysosâ gaze seems so benevolent, that he seems so unbothered about gently helping someone heâd normally be too embarrassed or proud to. Still, Santiago laughs and sits up. âTight-lipped as always,â he comments, and reaches for Chrysosâ hand, pulling himself up to stand.
They hold hands for a moment longer than they need to. It feels, if he dares to admit it just to himself, niceâ
âHold it.â
As if heâs been burned, Santiago jumps away from Chrysos at the sound of Azulâs voice. Approaching them are the Octavinelle housewarden and his entourage of three.Â
Santiago notices, with a distant sense of dread, that heâs never seen Chrysos look so furious and disappointed upon seeing his upperclassmen.Â
âGet back, Parrotfish,â Floyd warns. âThatâs not the right Lionfishie to be getting all buddy-buddy with.â
How odd. Why would Floyd, of all people, go out of his way to warn him?
Santiago glances at the Octaquartet, then at Chrysos, whose expression is steadily darkening.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Chrysos says coldly.
âMy, my.â Jade conceals his magic pen, clasped tightly in one hand, beneath the other. âThereâs no need for that frigid tone. Iâm sure weâre already on the same page.â
âNo?â interjects Santiago. âNo, weâre not. Whatâs going on?â
Finn looks him dead in the eye and then cocks his head towards Chrysos.Â
Santiago turns back around, and everything changes.Â
Where Chrysos was just standing as normal, thereâs suddenly inky shadows surrounding the Octavinelle freshman. His eyes flare red-and-yellow as the ink (no, blot) viciously wraps around him in strands to form a cocoon of sorts. Santiago staggers back when the cocoon contracts, a dark purple haze spreading throughout the area and blocking out the sun. The whole dorm is plunged into a deep-sea darkness.
Itâs Chrysos and a towering Phantom now, him hovering a little too close to the glowing pendant around its neck for anyoneâs liking.Â
âWeâre running out of time,â Azul says grimly. âOur fight from earlier didnât do anythingââ
âIâll help fight him if it cuts down on time,â Santiago immediately declares without missing a beat. âIf it saves his life.â
âOf course you would. Well, stay sharp, then.â
And Santiago tries, of courseâ
âbut it doesnât stop him from misfiring at some point, trying to hit the Phantom, only for it to grab Chrysos with a sickening crunch of his ribs and hold him up in range of the destructive fire spell. Santiago can only watch as it strikes Chrysos indiscriminately.Â
The resulting wail of agony is bloodcurdling and unbearable, but not nearly as much as when the Phantom moves a thrashing Chrysos closer and closer to its chest, a gaping hole like a beastâs maw forming there, the pendant dangling right before it.
âWaitââ
Itâs what all the teachers warn about when they discuss the occurrences of Overblots. Defeat the Phantom, and the victim will come out unscathed. Take too long to destroy it, and the Phantom will⊠willâŠ
Chrysos is brought to that gap, drawn in like an object near a black hole.
Santiago canât breathe.Â
He canât bring himself to close his eyes either. Even when a sinking feeling blossoms in his stomach, gripping him with all the force of a predatorâs claws.
The âhandâ of the Phantom squeezes, another crunch of body parts that shouldnât be breakingâ
âDonât you dare take himâlet him goââ Santiago begs, but itâs useless.
The Phantom simply. Tucks Chrysos away in itself like nothing. Ignorant to his furious, fearful screams.Â
The hole in its chest closes over with viscous blot.Â
Santiago canât look away.
âAh⊠AhhâŠâ
HeÂ
canâtÂ
lookÂ
awayâ
âAAAAAHHHHHâ!!!â
A guttural scream tears its way out into the open from Santiagoâs raw throat, burning and hoarse and painful. Still begging for a life not his own, his eyes fly open as he sits up in a grieving frenzy. âChrysos, please, donât leaveâ!â
âIâm right here,â calls a familiar voice from beside him, miraculously free of its terrifying Overblot overlay. Itâs melodious and soothing, easy on the ears, just when he thought heâd never hear it again.
âYouââ Santiagoâs hand shoots out without thinking, clamping down on Chrysosâ where it was gripping the edge of his blanket.
âŠhis⊠blanketâŠ?
Only then does Santiago realize, half-delirious, that heâs on a bed in the school infirmary. Heâs not in Octavinelle, heâs not surrounded by torrents and mists of pure blot. The air is clear here, and the sun is shining bright and pleasant through the windows like it does through the forest canopy back home. Although his lungs still burn a little, everythingâs okay.
And, looking at the boy sitting right next to himâChrysos is okay. Heâs alive.Â
In silent awe, Santiago squeezes the cold, ungloved hand in his a little more tightly.
Heâs alive.
Chrysos bites his lower lip and pointedly avoids looking at their joined hands. âWhat a nightmare you were having,â he says, false indifference in his tone. âScreaming like that⊠Youâre lucky the nurse isnât in right now.â
Santiago blinks. âA nightmare?âÂ
âYes. You were trembling and crying out in your sleep. If it werenât the first time youâd shown any signs of movement in daysâŠâ Chrysos trails off, brows pressed tightly together.
Putting aside the fact that it was all little more than a bad dream, thank the Great Sevenâ âWhat do you mean, in days?â Santiago echoes disbelievingly. âI donât even know how I ended up here, and youâre telling me Iâve been unconscious for days? Hello? Way to hit me with the double whammy.â
It was an attempt to lighten the mood for both their sakes, but when the corners of Chrysosâ mouth twitch downwards and his lips thin in a stressed frown, Santiago immediately realizes heâs said something either really wrong or really stupid. Or both.
âYou donât remember what happened at the SDC?â asks Chrysos. âWerenât you there? You know, for Schoenheitâs Overblot, like Yu saidâŠâ
Santiagoâs eyes widen. He only slightly loosens his grip on Chrysosâ hand a second later. âOh, you meanââ
Toxic purple mist surrounded them, reeking of a sickly sweet concoction.Â
More saccharine still was the smile on Vilâs face. Even as blot dripped down his snow-white face from beneath his elaborate crown, he still found it in himself to pursue being the fairest one of all.Â
Showing simultaneously all and nothing of his burning jealousy and bitterness.
ââyeah, I remember,â he continues, letting out a laugh with no real humor in it. âI even remember getting a faceful of poisonous mist and then passing out right after the awards ceremony âcause I tried to act tough.â
âAt least your brain wasnât permanently damaged. Thatâs good,â remarks Chrysos with a half-hearted smirk. âMaybe youâll be out of here sooner than I thought.â
No, there was definitely a screw knocked loose if Santiago was imagining Chrysos Overblotting in place of Vil⊠much less sobbing desperately at the possibility of his deathâŠ
âŠSantiago swallows, mouth suddenly dry for no good reason. âUh-huh? I donât know, I still feel a little off.â
He nearly jumps out of his skin when Chrysos suddenly leans forward, hand subconsciously moving at lightning speed to place itself on Santiagoâs wrist. âYou still feel off? Youâre not messing with me, are you?â he asks, voice demanding with a hint of⊠something else. âI swear, I will have the nurse over here faster thanââ
âWhoa! Donât get your boxers in a twist, jeez!â Santiago exclaims, and Chrysos halts immediately. âAm I still dreaming? Did you just gaslight me into thinking this is reality? I mean, seriously, I donât think Iâve ever seen you this worried about me.â
âIâm not worried,â retorts Chrysos, although the watery look in his eyes as he tries to meet Santiagoâs gaze says otherwise. And where there would normally be an underlying bite to his tone, itâs totally absent. âIsnât it fair to ask questions when a certain someone has been unconscious for days?â
Nevermind, Iâm definitely not still dreaming.
âSo youâve been worried about me. Got it.â Hopefully that isnât giddiness bubbling up in his chest, despiteâor because ofâthe way Chrysos sputters out another denial, because it sure as hell is conflicting with his sense of spite. âWhy donât you save any of it for yourself? Youâve been a resident here way more often than me.â
Chrysos stiffens, before puffing up a little; chin lifted indignantly and gaze judgmental. Santiago wouldnât have it any other way.) âI was conscious all those times and did not actively inhale dangerous toxins made by a very powerful mage.â
Seriously, this guy⊠Santiago shakes his head. âDude, I heard you nearly turned yourself into sand that one time, also because of âa very powerful mage.â I saw for myself when you couldâve died fighting Jamil or Overblotted at the same time and had to stay in the infirmary for a very lengthy check-up. You know, youââÂ
died in my dream because of me and I would never forgive you or myself for that matter if that actually happened,
ââare a grade-A idiot getting hung up on the wrong details,â he decides to say instead. âOne of these days, youâre gonna end up back here and Iâm gonna get to say âI told you so.ââ
âHmph.â Chrysos scoffs and turns his head away. To anyone else, it might look aristocratically prim and stuck-up in the way his hair tosses slightly. âYou wouldnât come running to my bedside crying out my name, then?â
Itâs Santiagoâs turn to stiffen, feeling called out in too many ways. â...fuck, I forgot you heard me talking in my sleep. WellâŠâ He pauses, searching for an appropriate response. âI would if you wanted me to.â He doesnât have time to appreciate how smooth that was on his part before his traitorous mouth moves faster than his brain, going right ahead and saying, âAnd Iâd still do it even if you didnât want me to, âcause if you die on me Iâm absolutely going toââ
Crap! Backtrack, backtrack, backtrack!
He shuts up immediately before he can incriminate himself any more, pursing his lips and watching carefully for signs of a negative reaction.
Almost too neutrally, Chrysos glances back over at him from the corner of his eyes, the piercing look in his irises only partially hidden by his lashes. â...You really would be that concerned?â
âMaybe,â Santiago answers, pasting on a nervous smile.
ââMaybeâ isnât an acceptable response.â Chrysos looks him straight in the eyes. His hand feels warmer, for some reason. âDonât be shy. What would you do?â
Santiago huffs defensively. âFancy that, you telling me to not be shyââ
âSantiago. Stop messing with me already.â
That tone, desperate and curious and impatient all in one, is singlehandedly more commanding than any other order Santiago has ever gotten in his life.Â
The beastman slumps back against the headrest, being sapped of his will to argue. He already knows itâs pointless. Itâs kind of hard to beat around the bush when the bush has already slapped you in the face with a very thorny nightmare. âMiss you, probably. I mean, I dreamed about it, butâŠâÂ
He thinks about the way he screamed and forced himself to wake up because that scenario had seemed so real. Probably can only begin to describe whatever he was feeling.
â...Well. Youâre the only person whoâs ever gotten me, yâknow, so donât die because you couldnât help yourself. I donât wanna have to cope with my dream becoming reality. Please,â he finishes lamely.
âOh.â Chrysos stares blankly at him for a moment, then at their hands. â...oh,â he repeats, in a much quieter âsudden realizationâ sort of voice.
Santiago squints at him. âDude. What kind of guy tells his buddy to open up about his feelings in such a pleading tone and then is surprised when he actually opens up about it?â
âThe one right next to you who was expecting his buddy to dodge the question again.â
âTell me something I donât know,â Santiago replies, rolls his eyes.Â
Chrysos worries his bottom lips, gaze shifting to the side suspiciously quickly. It looks like heâs considering something.
â...Are you taking that literally?â Santiago wants Chrysos to take what he said literally, to be honest, but thatâs beside the point.
âBecause youâre so dense, yes,â Chrysos snaps back. His free hand comes up to tug one of his curls closer to his face in that bashful way he always does. âIf you died like you couldâve from Schoenheitâs poison, I would march right over to the afterlife and drag you back into the world of the living. Then Iâd beat you into the ground for hurting me like that. Your ass is not leaving this life until I say itâs okay to. Does that make enough sense to you?âÂ
âI donât remember the story of the musician and his muse being this violent,â mutters Santiago, feeling incredibly touched despite the brash nature of that admission. Or maybe because of it.
Chrysosâs cheeks flush as red as the ends of his hair. âYou asked. I delivered. Look whoâs being a hypocrite now.â
âTouchĂ©.âÂ
It feels like something between them has⊠changed, when they both fall silent for lack of things to say. Not in the terrifying way Santiagoâs surroundings shifted during his nightmare, but a change for the better. Like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, making the silence bearable.
âI⊠think I may need to go,â Chrysos says, a dusting of pink still on his face. Maybe because heâs spoken too much, or at least by his own standards. He stands up, letting go of Santiagoâs hand. âCulture fair and. All that. You know how it is. Iâll see youââ
âWait a minute.â
Santiago reaches out and, instead of just grabbing, intertwines their fingers. His longer ones settle perfectly between Chrysosâ knuckles as if they were meant to be there.Â
The merman goes still.Â
âHypothetically,â Santiago begins, âif I asked you to stay a little longerâwould you say yes?â
Chrysosâ mouth opens, freezes, and then closes. When he next speaks, itâs slow and cautious, like heâs testing out how the words actually feel. Testing the waters. âIn this hypothetical scenario⊠I could be convinced to stay. Possibly.â
âCool. So donât run away just yet. Stay here with me.â
They make eye contact.
â...How persuasive. Wellââ Chrysos sighs and sits back down, before offering Santiago a small smirk. Barely noticeable, but there. âIt seems like Iâve actually got plenty of time to spare all of a sudden.â
Santiago canât help but smile too.
#kai's writing#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc#santiago parro#chrysos pendentif#with a minor guest appearance from#finn clearcove#canon character appearances <3 too lazy to tag once again#bro. these. these freaking two.#santiago 'i cope using humor because i don't think my true feelings are socially acceptable to talk about' parro#and chrysos 'i am going to go ten different kinds of insane if this bird doesn't speak clearly to me' pendentif#theyre FINALLY getting over themselves a little#santiago: im going to hide how i feel about this! he'll never know!#santiago when chrysos deems the situation dire enough to actually sniff out his bullshit: ...fuck#ill stop going insane in the tags but#these two are literally an inch away from just confessing đ im so done with them
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confession #283
confession by @silver---stars
I don't actually like Jomiecule that much </3 do to hcs ofc, Would maybe ship it if like, my hcs were different
#tmf confessions#tmf#the music freaks#rosyclozy#freakblr#confessions 280-289#it's like 2:48 pm on a tuesday by the time i'm writing this#anyways#it's like hard to repeat the same tags over and over again manually typing them in#so what i do is kind of write it out already on some message#since commas can be used as seperators i can use it all on one message ??? idk
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â by @pointdotiozao
and always, there is hunger I will admit that I do not know if I should hold you or eat you.
â Derold Ernest Sligh, Occupation
"Do you really think I wouldn't prepare before coming to the infamous blood church?" She locks his arms behind his back, pinning his upper body against the wall while she binds them with a reinforced metal chain. "Then you are badly mistaken, father."
Upon flipping him over, she sees his eyes burning bright red in anger and she smirks.Â
"You're like a fish on the cutting board, so helpless and cute. I wonder, why did you choose to attack me? I've heard you usually have volunteers, no?"
She is right, this is not how I usually operate. But her scentâŠit riles up my primal urge. It's like I need her, need to taste her-
Her hand yanking his hair interrupts his thought, forcing him to expose his neck as her other hand rips open the collar of his soutane.Â
"Not cooperative, I see. That's okâŠtwo can play this âgameâ of yours."
He hisses at the sudden pain as her teeth sinks into his neck. What is she doing!? She canât be serious.Â
He almost finds this role reversal amusing, but being in this vulnerable position makes the predator side of him furious, even as thereâs a burning lust igniting in the pit of his stomach.Â
She lets go of his neck after what feels like eternity, despite him knowing itâs only been seconds. The prickly sensation of her tongue dragging over the bite mark gives him goosebumps. He finds the feeling oddly pleasant. Why do I want to submit to her?Â
Just when he thought sheâs finally releasing him, she bites down again, and again, and again. With each bite, the urge to submit grows stronger, until heâs moaning and whimpering at her every touch.Â
âPleaseâŠâ
She crushes her lips with his, swallowing any further words.Â
âNo, I donât think I want you to talk anymore.â
He doesnât think he minds that, at all.
#cyberpunk 2077#anders hellman#MayV#Ship: Complex Diagnosis#commissioned art#notmyart#my post#in case it isn't obvious this is in the confession booth#the window lighting is Renato's idea and it's so freaking good#I spent forever writing up that snippet tho#need something to go along this stunning piece#thank you to my lovely beta wanderingaldecaldo <3#I can just imagine this is their first meeting#then she gradually tamed him#the wrist bite art where she's allowing him to feed on her#then finally he becomes her pet with the vampire masquerade art#it all comes together you see
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Someone wrote "I love you too" on the bench at the bus stop and part of me really wants to know the story behind that
#in other news I AM making this about wilmon because you know me#lots of pining friends to lovers styleđââïž#maybe Simon overheard Wille confessing his love for Simon to Felice and he has to think about it for a bit (freaking out time)#but eventually comes to the conclusion that he's been in love with Wille for ages#he wants to tell him but doesn't know how and when Wille waits with him at the bus stop Simon scribbles it doen#in a way that his body shields the text from Wille's view so that Wille only sees the text when Simon is already on the bus#and then he calls him or shows up at his house or smth#anyway am I writing this? Idk maybe I will add it to my WIPs đ#rambles
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âYou⊠make me feel wanted,â Nagi said quietly, playing with Reoâs fingers. He brought his gaze up to meet Reoâs eyes, framed by soft hair that looked like it was glowing in the late afternoon sun. âAnd I want to make you feel that way too.â
Reoâs hand twitched in his hold.
âCause I do.â Nagi paused, searching for understanding in Reoâs eyes. âWant you, I mean.â
Sometimes I write stuff and I have no idea what to do with it but it stays in my head for the next six months
#nagireo#reonagi#give me that reconciliation scene#you know#the one where Nagi confesses his undying love to Reo#the one where Reo freaks out cause Nagi always says everything so bluntly and he cant handle it#the one where reo realizes oh he does love me back#Reo is so pretty#We all realize it#Nagi realizes it#but does reo realize it?#i want that angst#the hurt comfort#PLEASE#Now I just need to write a fic for this :/
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so i wrote a love letter to guy i have a crush on (gihaco) and i got him a lil personally hand-wrapped gift of my favourite book and i put it in a cute lil bag and told him it was a farewell gift and he was all like aww thank you for getting me something that's so thoughtful of you! and i said please open it after you leave and he's like of course! but i think he opened it already - at least he read the love letter bc he was so awkward with me today he literally wouldn't make eye contact and looked almost? guilty? idk like he was really ashamed or something and now my brain is screaming YOU FUCKED UP MOON WHAT DID YOU DO
#i am hoping he just feels guilty bc he didn't get me anything for my birthday and no other reason#which is FINE like i literally did not ask for anything or expect anything#also like. i didn't confess or anything i tried to keep it as professional as possible#but i did write him a really heartfelt message which like. i could never say to him verbally though#so he probably did not expect That#anyway he got an extension and he's here until august and now i'm freaking out bc.#i shoulda given the letter to him on his last day akfjdnskdls#now what do i do. now he knows how i feel and he's being really distant and holy shit i just made his last month here terrible#WHY AM I LIKE THIS#gihaco saga#moon talks
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#Went to Confession (again)#am still at my most miserable and confused#look I am aware I cannot ask of the priest to tell me <<oh that was only a venial sin you needn't mind>>#but it's also just really freaking hard when you just cannot tell a venial sin from a mortal one#and I know - I know - if you looked at it my attitude towards life is pretty dumb#to write a scathing report: i view life as a path of least resistance. I'm governed either by whims or by fear#which means I have no middle perspective. It's either what's easier now or being afraid of hell#I hardly pay any attention to matters like health or whatever. if I wasn't afraid of sin I wouldn't care about how things impact my mind#If I wasn't afraid of sin I'd have read Game of Thrones or whatever. and of course I would feel unimaginably dirty afterwards. but at least#I'd have read something interesting right? /s#oh and also I'm literally Emma Bovary minus the adultery but that's a different issue#mostly. some of it is probably more connected than obvious at first glance#I'm miserable and it's not even the sort of misery you can make poetry about.#only scathing character portraits. if i was a character from a novel you would hate me#(i would find the novel boring. mundane. there's nothing romantic in this)#(i wouldn't *prefer* to deal with wars - death of everyone you've known - unbreakable badly worded vows or whatever.#but it makes for better stories)#but again you would hate me in mine#//#therese rambles#therese is in an emotional hole#possibly more than emotional but that's the tag
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I LOVE BAD BITCHES THATâS MY FUCKINâ PROBLEM! áá satosugu x female reader
18+ content, minors or blank blogs don't interact. unestablished relationship, roommate arrangement. bisexual! satosugu, top! suguru + switch! satoru. threesome. humiliation, degradation, dirty talk. m. masturbation. exhibitionism, slight voyeurism. fingering. orgasm control + denial. finger sucking. sloppy makeouts + three at once. oral (f. recieving) + squirting, clit/pussy slapping. riding. double penetration. face sitting. overstimulation. prostate stimulation. accidental love confession during the heat of it all. weirdly happy ending? - rl's established
thank you so much for 1OOO followers you lil freaks divas. this took so much time to write lol, i hope you all see the vision. this work was inspired by this smut audio by augustinthewinter. the link takes you to a re-upload on spotify [for easier listening], and sadly not the audio posted by the original creator. do your part and please support him and his work here <3Â
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youâre pretty sure youâll be fine if you just ignore the tension radiating from your bed behind you.
youâre adjusting your eyeliner in the mirror, a faint smile on your lips, trying to focus on the excitement of the night ahead.
still, the weight of suguruâs silent gaze feels like a steel rod pressing against your back.
every now and then, you catch his reflection in the mirror, arms folded, brow furrowed slightly, watching your every move without saying a word.
and then, of course, satoru comes crashing in, slinging the door open like he owns the place. he practically throws himself onto the bed next to suguru, his excitement bursting out like it usually does.
âhey, hey, what if the three of us got wasted and binged some trashy netflix show? iâm thinking love is blind â oh, wait, youâre ââ he blinks, taking in your outfit.
his voice trails off, and his expression turns from bright to bewildered as he glances from you to suguru, then back again.
âwait, where are you going dressed like that?â
you sigh, knowing thereâs no way youâre escaping this.
âi⊠have a date,â you admit, smoothing out the fabric of your outfit. you catch suguruâs eyes in the mirror, and he raises an eyebrow, his arms still crossed, jaw set tight.
âoh?â suguruâs voice is cool, almost too calm, but thereâs an edge underneath that doesnât escape you.
âdoes he know you live with two men?â
you swallow, fiddling with your hair as you avoid his eyes. âwell⊠no, i mean, it just never came up.â
satoru lets out a low whistle, leaning back on his hands, giving you a once-over thatâs half-impressed, half-amused.
âso youâre planning to let him find out on his own when he walks in here and sees us? thatâs bold.â
you roll your eyes, though you feel your cheeks heat up under their combined scrutiny. âitâs not like that! itâs just⊠i donât know. i didnât think it mattered.â
âdoesnât matter, huh?â suguruâs voice is low, almost a growl, and he stands up, slowly, crossing the room until heâs standing just behind you. heâs close enough that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, his reflection towering over you in the mirror.
âso, whatâs he like?â he asks, voice dripping with an intensity that makes your heart race a little faster.
you open your mouth to respond, but satoruâs laugh cuts you off. âyeah, yeah, tell us! tall, dark, and handsome, or short, plain, and boring?â
you bite back a grin, feeling the tension lighten just slightly with satoruâs teasing. âheâs nice. a gentleman, really. youâd probably like him,â you say, attempting a casual tone, though you can feel suguruâs stare growing sharper.
âa gentleman?â suguru scoffs, his lips curling into a smirk. âthink heâd still be one if he knew you had two roommates watching out for you?â
âmaybe heâd be intimidated,â satoru chimes in, grinning. he gets up from the bed, crossing the room to stand by suguru. âi mean, câmon. anyone would feel the pressure, having to impress not just their date but her two very intimidating roommates.â
âintimidating?â you laugh, glancing between them. âi doubt anyone would find either of you intimidating.â
âoh, so thatâs how it is,â suguru murmurs, stepping even closer, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
âyou think weâre harmless?â
your heart thuds, pulse quickening as he leans in. âyou know i didnât say that,â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.
suguruâs close enough now that you can feel the heat of his body against yours, and thereâs an undeniable thrill that makes your head spin just a bit.
âdo you really think he can keep up with you?â he murmurs, his eyes scanning your face in the mirror. âthink heâs enough?â
you donât answer, mostly because youâre not sure how to.
suguruâs words linger in your mind, twisting in ways that make you hesitate, and you feel satoruâs gaze on you too, a spark of something mischievous and knowing in his expression.
âyou know, it wouldnât kill you to let us meet him,â satoru suggests, his voice a lazy drawl that only adds to the heat building in the room. âjust to make sure heâs, y'know, worth your time.â
you bite your lip, glancing between the two of them in the mirror, feeling the weight of both their gazes, the way their words seem to dig deeper than they should.
âwhy do i feel like the two of you would scare him off?â
âmaybe because we would,â suguru murmurs, his voice like a dark promise. âif heâs not up to standard.â
satoru grins, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.
âor maybe we just want to keep you to ourselves.â
your heart skips a beat, and youâre sure your face must be burning.
âyou two are unbelievable,â you manage, trying to laugh it off, though the sound comes out more breathless than youâd like.
you feel your stomach drop the second you realize satoru's got your phone. he'd snatched it up casually, thumb already working its way across the screen, entering your password like he's done it a million times. he lets out a strangled sort of noise as he stares down at the screen, his wide blue eyes taking in whatever he's found with an expression of pure shock.
"uh, what exactly have you been watching here?" satoru barely suppresses a snicker as he holds up the phone for suguru to see.
"âgetting used by my two roommates 'til i canât walk?â really?" he reads the title, drawing out every word in that slow, teasing tone he loves to use. "didnât know you were intoâŠthis."
suguruâs dark eyes flash as he looks from the screen to you. he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in that signature mix of irritation and amusement. "that's why youâve been ignoring us, huh? too busy fantasizing to even tell us you had a date tonight?â
âitâs not â" you start, but suguru's hand is already at your waist, pulling you into his lap, effortlessly pinning you against him. your backâs pressed against his chest, and heâs got you facing the mirror, the smirk in his eyes only growing sharper as he settles you firmly on top of him.
âstay still," suguru murmurs, his voice a low hum, sending a shiver up your spine. "i wanna see you finish your makeup. maybe youâll explain whatâs going on here while you do."
satoru, still grinning, swipes further through your history, leaning closer with a loud, exaggerated gasp. "ohoho, whatâs this? âmy roommates wonât let me leave until iâve begged themâ? suguru, sheâs got a whole list of âem!â
âtell me, sweetheart,â suguruâs voice drips with mock sweetness, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âare you disappointed itâs only a video?â
you try to fight the blush threatening to paint your cheeks, attempting to focus on your eyeliner, but his hand at your hip keeps your body flush against him, heat radiating off him in waves. âyou know i didnât⊠itâs just a video, okay?â
âjust a video, huh?â suguruâs thumb strokes your waist, and you catch his intense gaze in the mirror, dark and heavy-lidded, roaming over every flustered inch of your face. âdonât act so innocent.â
satoru snickers, flipping through more tabs on your phone. âso, when were you planning on telling this poor date of yours that youâve got two guys in the apartment with you? two very protective guys, at that?â
âsatoru ââ
ânah, âs cute.â satoru gives a little shrug, glancing at suguru with a grin. âshe thinks she can just go on some little date and come home without us findin' out what she's been doin'.â
suguruâs grip tightens, forcing you to keep your gaze fixed in the mirror as he presses his lips close to your ear, voice low and dangerously smooth. âyou like being watched that badly, huh? well, iâll make sure you donât even get a chance to squirm.â
youâre struggling to focus, trying to keep your hand steady as you bring the eyeliner back to your lash line, but itâs almost impossible with suguruâs iron grip keeping you firmly on his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you might escape at any second. his breath skims against the back of your neck, and he chuckles softly each time your hand trembles, knowing full well what he's doing to you.
meanwhile, satoruâs barely holding it together on the edge of the bed, and heâs not even trying to hide it. heâs got one hand slowly working his dick over his pants, the other still gripping your phone as he reads off your search history, letting out a low, exaggerated groan between words.
âletâs see⊠âgetting absolutely used by my two roommatesââŠâ satoru moans out the title, every word slipping from his lips laced with a mix of teasing and raw need.
his eyes flicker over to you, heavy-lidded, a wicked smirk creeping onto his face. ây'know, you couldâve just asked, sweetheart.â
you shift in suguru's lap instinctively, your body craving some kind of friction, some release for the ache pooling between your legs. but his hold only tightens, hands splaying over your thighs to keep you completely still.
âwhat do you think youâre doing?â suguruâs voice is low, dangerous, his gaze dark as he watches you through the mirror. âi told you to keep still. or do you need a reminder of whoâs in control here?â
the demand in his tone leaves no room for defiance, but your pulse quickens, the heat radiating from his chest pressing into your back as he keeps you locked against him. you bite down on your lip, doing everything you can to keep yourself composed, but your voice comes out in a breathy whisper. "s-suguru⊠please, i just â"
ââplease,â huh? sounds like youâre already begging,â he murmurs, lips grazing the curve of your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation straight to your cunt. his fingers trail lightly over your hips, teasing, but keeping you pinned firmly in place.
âbut begging isnât going to get you what you want tonight.â
satoru lets out a soft laugh, the sound melting into a quiet groan as he slips his hand into his pants, finally giving himself the relief heâs been aching for. âoh, donât worry, i think sheâs getting everything she wanted, alright,â he says between breaths, his eyes flickering between you and suguru with that playful glint that drives you wild.
he jerks himself slowly, deliberately, his breath catching as he reads off another title from your history, voice turning breathy as his hand works himself harder.
âthis oneâs good⊠âroommate makes me sit still while i drip for him.â god, youâve got a real filthy mind, donât cha?â
your cheeks burn as you try to keep your gaze fixed on your reflection, hands shaking as you lift the mascara wand, desperate for some semblance of normalcy. but your efforts are futile, every word they throw at you stoking the heat building in your cunt, making it harder and harder to focus.
âdonât worry, sweetheart,â suguruâs voice is a rough whisper, his lips curling into a smirk as he catches your gaze in the mirror. âweâre just giving you what youâve been craving all along.â
satoruâs moans fill the room, breath hitching each time his hand slides down his dick, the rhythm picking up as his eyes darken with lust. heâs not even hiding his arousal anymore, not holding back, his gaze burning as he watches the two of you in the mirror.
âcâmon, 'guru, stop teasin' her. hike up that damn dress, letâs see what sheâs hiding under there.â
suguruâs eyes meet yours in the mirror, the glint in them both dangerous and amused. he moves slowly, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch, fingers brushing over your thighs, making your skin tingle as he exposes more of you. he lets out a quiet hum of approval as he tugs your dress up to your waist, leaving you sitting there, fully exposed, save for the thin fabric of your panties.
âthese are cute,â suguru murmurs, voice low and teasing as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, letting them fall to the floor. he lets his hand trail back up, grazing the inside of your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation. âdonât even think about moving, sweetheart. if you mess up your makeup, âm stopping.â
you swallow hard, nodding, feeling your pulse throb as his fingers dip lower, brushing against your already-sensitive clit. the touch is feather-light, almost too soft, and it leaves you aching for more.
satoru groans from the bed, his hand moving faster as he watches you, his reflection in the mirror every bit as unrestrained as his tone. âthatâs it, sugu'. make her beg. let her feel what sheâs been fantasizing about this whole time.â
you force yourself to focus on your blush, lifting the brush to your cheeks, trying to keep your hand steady even as suguruâs fingers start moving in slow, deliberate circles against your clit. the pleasure sparks through you, making it nearly impossible to concentrate, and you can feel your cheeks burning, your breathing quickening with every movement of his hand.
âs-sugu⊠please⊠donât stop,â you manage, voice barely more than a whisper, laced with desperation as you fight to keep your grip on the brush. âplease⊠iâll do anything.â
he chuckles, low and taunting, leaning closer to your ear, his fingers pressing down just a little harder. âthen keep your hands steady, doll. if you want me to keep goin', you better not mess this up.â
but itâs useless; between suguruâs teasing touch and satoruâs moans filling the room, your hands are already trembling, and the brush slips, leaving a streak of blush too high on your cheek, too heavy, ruining the carefully crafted look youâd been working on.
suguru notices instantly, his eyes narrowing, a mocking smirk on his lips as he catches your mistake in the mirror.
âwell, look at that. canât even follow simple instructions, can you?â he tsks, pulling his fingers away, leaving you aching, desperate, empty.
ân-no, sugu, please ââ you stammer, voice raw with need, looking at him through the mirror, eyes pleading. âplease, iâll fix it, i swear. just donât stop, please⊠i need it, i need you ââ
satoru laughs, still stroking himself, his voice thick with pleasure as he watches you beg. âsheâs real desperate for it, 'ruru. look at her, practically falling apart from just a little teasing.â
suguruâs gaze is unyielding, his smirk growing as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. âthen maybe you shouldâve tried harder to keep still,â he murmurs, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. "maybe i should let you sit here and watch instead. see what happens when you donât listen.â
your heart pounds, every nerve in your body on fire, and youâre barely even thinking when you grab his wrist, pulling his hand back to where you need him most.
âplease, suguru,â you beg, voice thick with desperation. âiâll do anything⊠iâll fix it, just⊠please touch me. donât leave me like this.â
satoruâs groans are growing louder, filling the room with the heat of his breathy, drawn-out moans as he watches the scene unfolding in the mirror.
âyeah, sugu',â he mutters, hand working faster over his dick, his eyes trained on your reflection. âspread those pretty folds f'me. lemme see her fall apart.â
without a momentâs hesitation, suguruâs fingers grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider, baring you completely in front of the mirror, his hand moving down to part your slick folds with calculated ease. you gasp, your cheeks burning as you take in the sight â your own reflection, flushed and needy, legs open, your slick glistening in the low light. suguruâs eyes flick to the mirror, catching your gaze, smirking as he takes in the mess youâre making on his lap.
âlook at that,â suguru murmurs, voice low and edged with satisfaction. his fingers slip between your folds, gathering the wetness thatâs been dripping down onto him, his smirk only deepening as he holds his slick-coated fingers up in the mirror, showing you just how worked up you are. âyouâre soaking me, sweetheart. did you really expect me to stay calm with you squirming like this?â
âs-suguâŠâ you whimper, feeling yourself clench as his fingers dance between your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what youâre aching for. every brush of his skin against yours sends another wave of heat through you, and your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted in silent desperation.
âsuch a messy girl,â he continues, pressing a single finger into you, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch as he slides in. âthis what you wanted? to end up spread open, on display for us?â
you can barely form words, your mind hazy with need, hips instinctively rolling against his hand despite his warning to stay still. âyes⊠yes, pleaseâŠâ
satoruâs moans grow louder as he watches you, the slick sound of his hand stroking himself filling the room. âfuck, look at her, suguru,â he pants, voice thick with arousal. âall pretty 'n desperate, just like sheâs been dreaming about.â his eyes fall shut, his hand moving faster as he chases his high, the sight of you enough to send him over the edge. his hips jerk forward as he cums, his body trembling, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips as he rides out his release.
suguru only smirks, his gaze never leaving your reflection, watching your every reaction with a dark, predatory satisfaction. âsee that?â he murmurs, his fingers moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to let you cum.
âeven satoru couldnât keep himself together, and here you are, makin' a mess all over my lap.â he chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. âtell me, sweetheart, did you really think i wouldnât get turned on by seeing you like this? so desperate, so needy?â
âi⊠i didnât thinkâŠâ you stammer, the words catching in your throat as his finger curls inside you, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars.
âdidnât think?â suguruâs voice is a low, dangerous hum, his other hand slipping up to wrap lightly around your throat, holding you firmly in place. âthen maybe you shouldâve thought a little harder.â
satoru practically stumbles forward, his legs still shaky, breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as he moves closer. heâs got that pleading look in his eyes, the one thatâs rare, the one that only comes out when heâs truly desperate. resting his head against suguruâs shoulder, he lets out a soft, shuddering breath, voice low and needy as he murmurs, âsuguru⊠let me taste her. please.â
suguruâs lips curl into a smirk, clearly reveling in the control he holds over both of you. he doesnât respond right away, just looks at you through the mirror, dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more possessive.
âhear that, sweetheart?â he murmurs, dipping his fingers back between your folds, swirling them slowly, thoroughly, gathering every bit of slick as he teases you with languid strokes. âeven satoru canât resist you.â
you gasp, body shivering as his fingers press against you, teasing the sensitive spot that has you arching in his lap, barely able to keep your head straight. suguruâs hand is relentless, moving with a torturous slowness that leaves you aching, dripping, clinging to the last bit of control you have left.
then, with deliberate care, suguru pulls his fingers back, coated in your slick, and holds them up in front of satoruâs lips, his gaze hard and commanding. âgo on, then. taste her.â
satoruâs eyes darken with unrestrained hunger as he stares at suguruâs fingers, coated with the evidence of your arousal. without hesitation, he parts his lips, leaning in to take suguruâs fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks gently, his tongue swirling around suguruâs fingers, tasting you fully. he moans, soft and low, savoring the taste, his body shuddering as he licks every trace of slick from suguruâs skin, desperate, greedy.
âfuck, she tastes so good,â he murmurs, voice thick, almost reverent, as he licks his lips, leaning in closer to you, his gaze heated. âdidnât know you could be this sweet.â
suguru chuckles softly, watching satoru with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, his fingers finding their way back between your folds, slipping in with ease, now even more eager to tease you, to push you right to the edge and keep you there.
âwell, you heard him, sweetheart. seems like weâre both a little addicted to you,â he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety taunt, his breath hot against your ear. âyouâd better get used to this â having both of us right where you want us. or, should i say, right where we want you?â
youâre lost in the haze of it all, every shred of control slipping as you feel yourself practically begging, voice breaking with need. âplease, sugu⊠'toru⊠i need⊠just, please, do something â anything,â you gasp, head tilting back, completely vulnerable under their gaze. "can't take it anymore."
satoruâs hand slips around suguruâs shoulder, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to suguruâs neck, lips brushing against his skin as he murmurs, âcâmon, sugu, donât be so mean to her.â he lets his teeth graze just slightly, a playful nip thatâs more coaxing than demanding. âjust look at her, desperate for us, dripping all over you. canât you give her a little taste of what sheâs been begging for?â
suguruâs gaze flickers between you and satoru, a dark smile on his lips, but you can see the way his resolve begins to soften under satoruâs coaxing. his grip loosens just enough, giving you a chance to scramble up, your legs feeling like jelly as he finally lets you go. he stands, smirking down at you with a hunger that makes you shiver, and gestures for you to sit back on satoruâs lap.
the vanity chair feels cold beneath you, but the warmth of satoruâs chest pressed against your back is intoxicating, his hands coming down to rest on your thighs, spreading them apart. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, âthaaatâs it, baby, open up for sugu. let him see how pretty you are.â
you whimper as you feel suguruâs fingers trailing up your inner thigh, eyes locked on cunt as he kneels down between your legs, his gaze dark and unyielding, filled with that same possessive hunger youâve come to crave. his hands settle on your thighs, tugging you just a bit closer, his grip firm as he lowers his head, placing a kiss right against your aching, dripping pussy.
satoruâs grip tightens on your thighs, keeping them spread, his lips brushing against your ear. âlook at you, such a messy lil' thing. bet you never thought weâd be the ones to make you this needy, hm?â his voice is a low murmur, taunting yet sweet, driving you to the edge with every word. âjust let suguru take care of you⊠let him taste allll that sweetness youâve been saving just for us.â
âoh god⊠please,â you breathe, voice breaking as suguruâs tongue flicks against your perky clit, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through you. he works with a deliberate intensity, his mouth moving in slow, tantalizing circles, teasing you, pushing you higher and higher, until you can barely think, every nerve alight with sensation.
âthaaaatâs right, just like that,â satoru murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter, keeping you spread wide open as he watches suguru devour you. âsuch a pretty lil' thing, all laid out for us⊠makin' a mess just for him.â his hand moves up, sliding around to your chest, fingers grazing over your nipples as he leans in close, lips brushing against your neck. âthink you can take more? think you can handle everything we want to do to you?â
suguruâs mouth moves with more intensity now, his tongue pressing harder, faster, flicking over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. his fingers slip inside you, curling just right, hitting that spongey spot that has you arching back against satoru, your voice breaking into a desperate, breathless moan.
âyouâre so close, arenât you?â satoru coos, his tone almost mocking, a playful edge to it as he watches your every reaction in the mirror. âlook at you, falling apart so easily. gonna make such a pretty mess, arenât cha?â
suguruâs fingers pump into you, his tongue swirling, flicking, his movements pushing you to that razorâs edge. his grip on your thighs tightens as he feels you tremble, his own hunger growing as he devours you with an almost feral intensity. "come on," he growls against you, his voice low, sending vibrations through you. "cum for us, show us how much you need it."
and thatâs all it takes â his fingers curling inside you, his mouth pressing down, sending you spiraling over the edge as you cry out, back arching, body quivering as your orgasm crashes over you. you feel yourself let go, shuddering in their hold, leaving you breathless, a mess on satoruâs lap as suguru keeps working you through it, lapping up every bit of your sweet cum, refusing to let you come down easily.
âthere you go,â satoru murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction as he keeps you spread wide, watching you come undone, helpless and completely at their mercy. âsuch a good girl⊠makin' a mess for us like that.â
suguru pulls back slowly, a smug grin plastered on his face, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. he chuckles lowly, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he wipes a bit off his face with the back of his hand, though not nearly enough to hide what heâs done to you.
âlook at that,â he taunts, giving you a mockingly impressed look. âmade ya squirt allll over my face. you just couldnât help yourself, could you? such a messy little thingâŠâ he trails off, licking his lips as if savoring every last taste.
you feel heat rush to your face, a needy whimper slipping from your lips as you squirm in satoruâs lap. âdonât⊠donât say it like that,â you mumble, your voice trembling, though thereâs no denying how much his words affect you. you canât hide how badly youâre still aching, the intense wave of arousal making you want more, despite the fact that you just came, and squirted, at that.
satoruâs hands roam along your thighs, holding you tight, his lips curved into a playful grin as he leans forward, his mouth hovering close to suguruâs. âshe did a number on ya, huh?â he says, eyes gleaming with delight as he catches sight of the slick coating suguruâs chin.
without missing a beat, satoru closes the gap, his lips capturing suguruâs in a deep, messy kiss, tasting you on him, savoring it. he moans softly, the sound low and teasing, his tongue exploring with unrestrained enthusiasm as he presses closer.
the sight of them kissing, sharing your taste, is almost too much to bear. you canât stop the whimper that escapes you, a sound so needy it leaves you breathless. âdonât leave me out,â you plead, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. âplease⊠i wantâŠâ
they both pull back, a wicked grin spreading across satoruâs face as he looks down at you, his thumb brushing your lip in a slow, taunting motion. âoh, sooo needy, arenât cha?â he purrs, enjoying every bit of your desperation. âwell, we canât just ignore a request like that, can we, sugu?â
ânot at all,â suguru murmurs, his voice low and filled with mischief as he moves closer, settling back down in front of you. he places his hands on your thighs, his fingers curling possessively as he draws nearer. âc'mon, sweetheart. letâs make it a little messier, just how like you like it.â
satoruâs hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in as his lips brush against yours, just close enough to make your pulse race. suguruâs hand finds its way to your cheek, and in a moment, the three of you come together in a heated, breathless kiss. your lips meet satoruâs first, his mouth soft but demanding, as suguruâs lips slide over yours from the other side, his taste mingling with the lingering remnants of your own cum. itâs dizzying, overwhelming, the way they both claim you, tongues slipping against yours, tasting, exploring, hands holding you in place as if you might slip away.
âyou taste so damn good,â suguru whispers against your lips between kisses, his voice hoarse, filled with a dark satisfaction. he pulls you back into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours before satoruâs slips in, joining the two of you, the three of you completely lost in each other.
âbet you never thought yaâd end up like this, huh?â satoru teases, voice a breathy murmur as his lips trail down to your jaw, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that have you arching closer to him. âon my lap, our pretty little thing, squirmin' and desperate for both of us.â
suguru lets out a quiet sigh, and you can see the strain of impatience tightening his jaw as he kneels in front of you and satoru, his brow furrowed in something halfway between a pout and a scowl. heâs letting you and satoru indulge and draw things out, but his patienceâ impressive as it is â seems to be fraying at the edges.
âlook at you two,â he murmurs, a dry chuckle slipping out. âhave your fun, make your mess, and where does that leave me?â his gaze flickers between you and satoru, voice low and pointed. âjust standing here, waiting, like a good little bystander?â
âoh, poor suguru,â satoru teases, his hand running soothingly down your back as he shifts you on his lap. âyouâve been so patient, havenât you? just watching and⊠wanting?â satoruâs lips twitch in a smirk, his fingers curling against your hip as if making a show of it for suguruâs benefit.
suguruâs eyes narrow slightly, his usual calm slipping into something darker. âpatience only goes so far, satoru,â he mutters, tone thick with frustration. âyou two get to cum like a bunch of damn teenagers, but where does that leave me?â
you reach out, voice soft, feeling a pang of guilt. âsuguru⊠donât be mad.â you give him a small smile, tugging him closer. âwe didnât forget about you.â
satoru grins, pulling suguru even closer. âyeah, donât worry, weâre all yours now. what do you want, hmm?â his voice drops, playful but inviting, his hand resting on suguruâs shoulder.
suguruâs hand reaches out to cup your chin, thumb tracing along your jaw as he finally, slowly, allows himself to smile. âmaybe,â he says, voice soft but firm, âyou both owe me a little something for waiting so long. iâve put up with enough teasing.â
satoru chuckles, sharing a look with you before looking back at suguru. âoh, we can more than make it worth the wait, canât we?â
suguruâs eyes glint with that familiar authority as he finally straightens up, standing up and crossing the room with calm, measured steps. his gaze flickers between you and satoru, a quiet command already forming in his dark, focused eyes. he looks pointedly at satoru, a hint of impatience underscoring his words.
âsatoru,â he says, his voice low and firm, âtake her to the bed. itâs about time you two put in some work.â
satoruâs eyes light up with a mischievous gleam, and he scoops you up, one arm slipping under your knees as he gently lifts you, carrying you to the bed without a secondâs hesitation.
he sets you down on the bed, hands lingering on your waist as he leans in close, his gaze warm but teasing. suguru settles back in the chair by your vanity, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate slowness as he watches, amusement flickering in his eyes. thereâs a clear expectation in his expression, a silent reminder that heâs still in control here.
âdonât let me down now, satoru,â suguru says, his voice rich with authority, his gaze unwavering. âshow me exactly how well you can follow instructions.â
suguru exhales sharply, eyes narrowing as he watches you and satoru with a simmering impatience. his jaw tightens as he pushes down his waistband in one swift motion, freeing himself with a low, restrained groan as his hand wraps around his dick, stroking slowly, his gaze heavy and fixed on the two of you.
âdonât just sit there,â he says, his tone edged with authority. âif youâre so set on putting on a show, then do it right. make it worth my while.â
satoru grins, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he glances at you, his fingers tracing down your arm before he pulls you close, his voice a low murmur against your ear.
âguess weâd better make him happy, hmm?â he teases, hands resting on your hips as he guides you down onto his dick, his touch both reassuring and charged with excitement. âdonât want to disappoint, do we?â
you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but thereâs a thrill in being watched, knowing suguruâs eyes are glued to every little move you make. your hands grip satoruâs shoulders, and he chuckles, encouraging you as you settle in him, letting yourself get lost in the moment.
âthatâs it,â suguru murmurs, his tone dark with satisfaction. âshow me how eager you are.â
you can feel satoruâs grip tighten, his breath hitching as you begin to move, finding a rhythm together. satoruâs hands roam along your waist, his voice filled with playful heat as he whispers, âkeep going, just like that. let him see how good you are.â
suguru laughs, a low, mocking sound as he sits back, continuing to jerk himself off, his dark gaze fixed on you, unrelenting. âpathetic. you think you deserve to be taken out and treated sweetly?â he scoffs, eyes narrowing. âyouâve got two men right here who know exactly what you need, and you were gonna settle for some monkey? thatâs adorable.â
the humiliation sinks in, burning hot under your skin as suguruâs words echo in your head. you try to keep your focus, to follow each command as satoruâs hands guide your movements, urging you to grind down on him, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers filthy encouragements that send shivers down your spine.
âcome on pretty, donât look at him, look at me,â satoru murmurs, fingers pressing into the tender flesh of your hips, directing you with a firm, possessive touch. âthaaatâs it. show him who you really belong to.â
your hands tremble as you cling to satoruâs shoulders, eyes flicking back and forth between him and suguru, whoâs watching with that insatiable hunger in his eyes, his own hand moving lazily along his dick, strokes slow, deliberate, just enough to keep himself on the edge as he observes every humiliating, vulnerable moment between you and satoru.
âgod, you look so pathetic right now,â suguru sneers, his voice thick with disdain, though his eyes glint with barely contained desire. âtears in your eyes, desperate to please us. tell me, was this what you were hoping for? were you just pretending to go on that date so weâd punish you? is that it?â
ân-no, i⊠i just thoughtâŠâ the words choke in your throat as you feel satoruâs hand slide up to grip the back of your neck, his touch both comforting and possessive, holding you in place, forcing you to look into suguruâs intense gaze as he studies every quiver of your lips, every tear that spills over.
âdonât lie to us,â suguru snaps, and the sheer authority in his voice sends a thrill through you, leaving you helpless as you try to keep your rhythm on satoruâs lap, your body caught between the need to please them both and the overwhelming shame of being so exposed, so vulnerable under their scrutiny.
âyouâre lucky âm lettin' him touch you first,â suguru continues, voice low, his hand moving faster now, breaths coming in harsher pants as his own arousal intensifies. âlucky iâm not dragging you over here and showing you what real punishment feels like. maybe then youâd think twice about pulling a stunt like this again.â
âi⊠iâm sorry,â you whimper, the apology tumbling out without thought, the words desperate, choked as you try to meet suguruâs unyielding gaze, wanting so badly to appease him, to make up for even the idea of going anywhere without them. satoruâs grip tightens, his hands moving with a rougher urgency, guiding your hips faster, harder against him as he murmurs praises, teasing promises against your neck.
âyeah? youâre sorry, huh?â suguru taunts, leaning forward, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. âthen prove it. show me how sorry you are by doing exactly what we tell you â no hesitation. make me believe youâd do anything to keep us happy.â
ây-yes, suguruâŠâ you whisper, cheeks burning with shame as you follow satoruâs guidance, riding him just the way he wants, feeling every inch of him pressing into you, the tension building with each movement, each lewd sound that fills the room.
âgood girl,â suguru breathes, eyes dark, satisfaction evident as he watches you, his strokes quickening, matching the pace of your desperate motions, his gaze unwavering, fixed on the sight of you breaking down, surrendering completely to their control. âmaybe this will teach you who you really belong to.â
satoruâs grip on your waist tightens with each roll of your hips, his smirk stretching wider as he watches you struggle to keep pace, his cock stretching you until your thighs tremble. your own voice, hoarse and raw, betrays you with every sound that slips free, the room filled with your desperate, incoherent whimpers.
but itâs suguru who keeps that edge of humiliation sharp, his fingers finding every weak spot, every place that makes you melt and squirm as he's behind you.
âcâmmon, sweetheart,â suguru murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension as his fingers pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. the roughness makes you gasp, your body arching as you try to focus, but his low chuckle tells you he knows just how close to breaking you really are.
âthought you wanted to go out and be wined and dined, hm? but look at you,â he taunts, his words hitting deeper than any touch could. âacting like a little masochist, practically begging for more. âm not even sure you remember whoâs inside you right now, or are you just too dumb on âtoruâs cock to care?â
âs-sugu⊠iâi can⊠iâm ââ your words stumble, dissolve, lost in a gasp as his fingers come down with a sharp slap! against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes your whole body shiver. itâs overwhelming, cruel, but thereâs no denying how much you crave it - the brutal control, the way they push you further, faster, until all you can do is hold on.
âoh, i think you like it, babe,â satoru teases, his tone dripping with that cocky assurance as he watches your dazed expression. âsee, youâre taking everything weâre givin' you, even that little ache in your hips. youâre just gonna keep goin', arenât cha?â
ây-yes⊠anything⊠iâll⊠i can â i can take it,â you pant, voice catching as you meet suguruâs dark eyes, filled with that familiar, ruthless amusement. he doesnât stop, doesnât let up, his touch unyielding as he pinches your nipples again, harder this time, watching with satisfaction as your face contorts with a mix of pleasure and pain.
âyeah? then prove it,â suguru breathes, his voice low, daring, as his fingers slide back down to flick against your swollen clit with a relentless pace. âshow me how much you can handle. if youâre gonna be ours, then youâd better keep up.â
itâs cruel, itâs overwhelming, but that edge of that masochistic thrill surges through you as you sink deeper, surrendering to every brutal, delicious touch, loving it more than you could ever admit.
satoruâs grip on you falters, barely able to register when suguru thrusts into you from behind, satoru's hands gripping your waist like a lifeline as he tries to steady both of you under the sudden, relentless rhythm. the shock jolts through your whole body, forcing a strangled moan from your lips as youâre practically bounced between them, your mind barely keeping up with the intensity. itâs messy, overwhelming, the slickness of your bodies pressed together, every nerve ending alight.
âyou little slut,â suguru snarls, voice rough and dark, his grip bruising as he slams into you, barely giving you a moment to adjust. âthought you could keep me out of this? thought âtoru could have you all to himself? what a selfish bastard,â he sneers, throwing a mocking glance at satoru, whoâs panting beneath you, just as helpless as you, his own words failing him in the haze of pleasure.
satoruâs only response is a choked groan, his nails digging into your skin as heâs forced deeper inside you with every brutal thrust from suguru. âf-fuck⊠yeah⊠yeah, youâre right, sugu,â he manages to gasp out, voice strained. âshouldâve⊠shouldâve let you have her from the start, huh?â
his words are broken, barely coherent, but the way his hips buck up to meet you makes it clear just how much heâs losing himself in the feeling, in the sight of you completely overwhelmed between the two of them. his eyes lock onto yours, desperation painted across his face as he breathes, âwhoâs making you feel better, huh, baby? tell us⊠tell us whoâs got you like this.â
the question leaves you reeling, mind scrambling to answer as every thrust sends sparks down your spine, your body caught in the unyielding rhythm of their touch, their words. the overwhelming intensity builds, cresting higher and higher until you canât even find the words, canât think of anything but the way theyâre both consuming you whole.
and when suguruâs fingers snake down to rub at your clit with punishing pressure, it sends you spiraling over the edge, your vision going white as your whole body clenches, shuddering violently. your orgasm crashes over you, raw and uncontrollable, soaking both of them as you shake, lost in the haze of pleasure that drowns out everything else.
âoh, fuuuck, yeaah⊠thatâs it,â suguru growls, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watches you cum, his thrusts not slowing, his hand digging into your hips with renewed force. âknew youâd come apart like this, just needed a little push. pathetic, arenât you? look at you, makin' a mess all over us.â
satoru moans, his own hips thrusting up as he feels your cum coat his dick, his eyes half-lidded, dazed. but before you can even catch your breath, satoruâs hands are already pulling you down, his grip firm as he positions you above him, eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.
âoh, you thought you were done, sweetheart?â he taunts, a devilish grin spreading across his face. ânah, youâre not getting off that easy.â
he drags you forward, forcing you to settle over his mouth as he takes a loonnng, deliberate lick, his tongue swirling over your already sensitive folds. a sharp, keening whine escapes your lips as the overstimulation makes your head spin, hands scrambling to grip the headboard as you try to find any bit of balance.
âfuck, youâre so sensitive,â satoru groans against you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder. âcan feel you shakin', baby. whatâs wrong? thought you could handle us?â
âsato â please,â you gasp, the plea spilling from your lips as his mouth works you over, his tongue relentless, flicking and sucking until youâre trembling, barely able to hold yourself up.
âoh, youâre just greedy, arenât cha?â suguruâs voice comes from behind, mocking yet laced with desire as he steps up, his hands pressing down on your back, pinning you against satoruâs mouth as he positions himself against your other roommate. âactin' like a needy little thing⊠and leaving me to finish off while you get all comfy on âtoruâs face?â
satoru lets out a muffled moan, and you realize suguruâs not just watching â heâs lining himself up against satoru, pushing inside with a sharp thrust that makes satoruâs body jerk beneath you, his hands digging harder into your thighs as heâs sandwiched against you both.
âfuck, suguru,â satoru moans, his voice coming out muffled as he keeps his mouth firmly latched onto you, his grip tightening as his body shivers with every thrust suguru gives him.
âgod, 'toru, youâre so desperate,â suguru sneers, picking up a ruthless pace, each thrust making satoruâs tongue press deeper against you, pushing you closer to another orgasm despite the aching overstimulation that has you seeing stars. âyouâre always actin' like a greedy little perv⊠canât even let me have her to myself without gettin' ya share, huh?â
satoruâs hands move to grab your waist, pulling you closer, nearly burying his face in your sloppy pussy as he lets out a choked, needy whine against you. âc-canât help it⊠shit, ya feel so good,â he gasps, voice muffled and broken, his breath warm against your swollen folds as his tongue presses deeper, eager and desperate. âtaste s'sweet, baby⊠canât get enough.â
youâre practically sobbing by now, your hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white as you rock against his face, feeling the pleasure climb with each swirl of his tongue, each brush of his lips. âi⊠i canât⊠too much, satoru, please ââ
âoh, youâre not going anywhere,â suguru growls, his hand coming up to push between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch as he ruts into satoru, the sharp rhythm making you jolt with each movement. âyouâre gonna stay right here and take it, just like the little slut you are, yeah? donât pretend you donât love it.â
satoruâs moans grow louder, more desperate, as heâs thrust into over and over, the pleasure and intensity breaking him down as his grip on you tightens, his mouth working you over with fervor, almost as if heâs trying to drown himself in you.
âwhoâs makin' ya feel good, huh?â suguru taunts, his voice dark and rough as he keeps up his pace, driving satoruâs face further against you with every thrust. âtell me whoâs got you fallin' apart like this.â
ây-you both â oh god, both of you, please ââ you stammer, your voice breaking as your thighs shake, every nerve alight, each stroke of satoruâs tongue pushing you closer until youâre lost, another orgasm overtaking you, spilling over like a flood that leaves you sobbing, spent, and completely theirs.
caught between suguru and satoru, the pleasure swells in waves, overtaking you so completely that words blur into desperate confessions, spilling out between gasps and shudders.
âl-love you⊠both of you, so much,â you babble, the sincerity threaded with breathless need, and itâs enough to push them over the edge.
satoruâs groans vibrate against you as he holds your hips, fighting to keep focus on your pleasure even as suguruâs relentless hand brings him to his own breaking point. he tries to keep his mouth steady, his tongue still teasing over you, but heâs undone, bucking helplessly, gasping, âshit⊠suguru, i ââ
âyou like this, donât you?â suguru sneers, his voice thick with both pride and satisfaction as he thrusts into satoru. âcanât even take your eyes off her, even while i'm inside you,â he taunts, his words making even satoru flush. âlook at you both, so desperate, so damn needy.â
satoru lets out a strangled moan, his body tensing as he comes, his release coating his own stomach as suguruâs hand jerks him through it. satoruâs head tilts back, eyes half-lidded with dazed pleasure, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lets himself fall into the sensation, never breaking contact with you.
the combination of their sounds, suguruâs deep, satisfied groans as he spills into satoru, satoruâs quiet, shuddering gasps beneath you, and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your own body, sends you tumbling into your third - or was it fourth? - climax. itâs dizzying, consuming, leaving you boneless, shaking, barely holding onto the headboard as the last tremors run through you.
satoru is quick to catch you, his strong arms guiding you down to rest, his mouth softening from its earlier intensity as he places gentle kisses against your thighs. âya good, sweetheart?â he murmurs, his tone tender, grounding you with a warm smile as he brushes damp strands of hair from your face.
âyeah⊠just, totally spent,â you mumble, a laugh slipping out as you relax into his hold. suguru settles beside you, his hand stroking soothing circles on your back, his gaze softened from its earlier sharpness.
âgood girl,â suguru praises, his voice quiet now, full of affection as he pulls a blanket over you. âtook everything we gave you⊠weâre proud of you.â his lips brush your forehead, and for a moment, thereâs only warmth, only the steady rise and fall of your breaths.
you snuggle between them, letting out a contented sigh. âoh, by the way, umâŠâ you start, a sheepish pout forming, âthere wasnât actually a date tonight.â
thereâs a beat of silence before satoru bursts into laughter, his hands coming up to cover his face as he leans back, groaning.
âare you serious?â he scoffs, shaking his head. âwe did all that because you made up some story?â
suguru smirks, though thereâs a hint of amusement in his eyes as he leans close, tugging you gently by the chin so youâre looking right at him. âyouâre a cheeky little thing, arenât you?â he murmurs, voice low with amusement. âbut youâre ours now, so thereâs no need to make up stories to get our attention.â
âunlessâŠâ satoru teases, his eyes glinting mischievously. âyou just like getting us all riled up.â he taps your nose, chuckling as he pulls you back against him, letting you rest in his embrace.
you let out a soft giggle, feeling safe, cherished, utterly at ease. satoru's arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against him as his laughter bubbles up, muffled by your hair.
"oh, yeah," he snickers, his voice low and teasing, "guess weâre a trio now, huh? what, you didnât think itâd get official after all that?â
suguru huffs a laugh, his hand resting comfortably on your hip as he leans in, eyes glinting with that familiar mix of amusement and mischief. âour little trio, huh?â he murmurs, his tone somehow both affectionate and playful. âand here i thought youâd keep us on our toes a little longer.â
you look up at them both, cheeks still warm, lips swollen from all the breathless kisses, and you canât help the laugh that spills out of you. âso thatâs it, huh? iâm stuck with you two now?â
âstuck?â satoru grins, his voice full of mock offense. âyou better be thrilled to be our third, princess. you know how hard it was to keep this oneâ â he tilts his head at suguru, whose smirk only grows â "from swooping in first?â
suguru chuckles, rolling his eyes as he brushes a thumb along your cheek, his voice dipping. âoh, she was always going to be ours,â he murmurs, confident and possessive. âit was just a matter of when.â
âand where,â satoru quips, giving your hip a playful squeeze, making you squirm with a laugh. "and how often."
you press your hand to your forehead, sighing dramatically. âwhat did i get myself into?â you mock-groan, only to have both of them pull you close, laughter and warmth wrapping around you, sealing you into your newfound trio â exactly where you want to be.
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How to Write a Confession of Love
Build the Emotional Tension Before the big confession, let the tension simmer between the characters. Maybe they share little glances across the room, or their hands brush accidentally but neither pulls away. Every shared laugh or lingering look should leave the reader wondering âIs this it?â When the confession finally happens, itâll feel like the natural next step, as if both characters have been teetering on the edge of admitting their feelings for a while.
Inner Turmoil Leading Up to the Moment No oneâs ever totally confident before saying, âI like you,â or âI love you.â Show the characterâs inner freak-out. Maybe theyâre wondering if theyâre about to ruin everything, or if the other person feels the same. Let them overthink every detail, what if they mess it up? What if they say the wrong thing? This nervousness is super relatable and makes the confession way more intense and vulnerable.
Choose the Right Setting Where the confession happens can completely change the vibe. If itâs somewhere quiet and personal, like on the roof under the stars or sitting close on a couch, it adds a sense of intimacy. But maybe itâs in the middle of a party or a chaotic situation, where emotions are running high and everythingâs on the line. The setting should fit the emotionsâare they scared? Excited? Confused? Let the environment match their energy.
Donât Make It Perfect Real life is messy, and confessions of love are no different. Maybe the character fumbles their words, says something awkward, or has to start over. Maybe they get interrupted, or they laugh nervously halfway through. These imperfections make the moment feel real. Itâs not about saying the perfect words, itâs about whatâs in their heart. Let the raw, unpolished feelings shine through.
Balance Between Show and Tell Obviously, theyâre going to say something like âI love youâ or âI canât stop thinking about you,â but actions and body language speak just as loudly. Maybe their voice cracks, they shift closer without realizing it, or they canât seem to meet the other personâs eyes. Maybe their hands are shaking, or their heart is pounding so loud they canât hear anything else. Let those little details paint the full picture of how much this confession means.
The Other Personâs Reaction Itâs not just about the person confessing, the other personâs reaction is a huge part of the scene. Are they completely shocked? Do they hesitate, or respond right away? Do they get teary-eyed or try to play it cool? The way they react adds layers to the moment. Even a pause before answering can make the scene ten times more intense. Their response shows how much theyâve been waiting for or dreading this confession too.
In short, make it messy, emotional, and real. Readers want to feel the build-up, the fear, the excitement, and the vulnerability of both characters. Donât be afraid to make things a little awkward or imperfect, thatâs what makes a confession unforgettable.
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confession #232
Unpop opinion but I don't think drew has daddy issues :/ (not extreme ones at least) I mean his parents being neglectful in some way would definitely make sense considering his control and attachment issues but I don't think it's as extreme as people make it out to be 'cause in episode 1 when Hailey says that Liam, Jake, Henry and drew haven"father issues" they all scream "oOoOO!" As in "wow what a roast". If drew was meant to have father issues he would probably have averted eyes, or at least look a BIT unsure, or just go quiet, or at least not react the same way the other jomies did at that roast, but no And I say this as someone who loves hypoanalyzing all the character's facial expressions - like Lia not wanting to bully others as much as Zoey or maria was foreshadowed ever since episode three, while Milly was singing redemption. In one scene, in a flashback, we can see maria and Zoey laughing at Milly, while Lia just frowns, looks to the side with sad eyebrows. what I'm trying to say is rosyclozy would put a different facial expression in that scene on drew if she actually wanted to write him that way. But she didnt
#tmf confessions#tmf#the music freaks#rosyclozy#freakblr#confessions 230-239#i KNOW someone who hypoanalyze's drew's facial expressions#but i'm preserving my level of awakeness so i can't really recall who it is#but I'M GONNA FIND YOU ANON (non threateningly)#it's 3pm in the afternoon by the time i'm writing this#i swear you'll find me doing these confessions at various times of the day
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For prev's tags, I'm really saying like-
"Izuku is incredibly caring and loving to people even to those who hurt him" and "Izuku is concerningly obsessed and freaky, and quite arrogant/self righteous" and "Izuku is self sacrificial and destructive" and "Izuku feels satisfaction and desire for power and violence" are all statements that can coexist.
Middle school bakudeku was like, Horrible bully x Freaky stalker wasn't it because holy shit Deku really was freaky as hell-
The guy knows his moves, stance, food habits, SHOWER AND SLEEP ROUTINE??? WHAT THE FUCK MAN-
To be clear, the Smash comics aren't Canon canon. This is just another way of understanding bkdk's dynamic and progression.
#bro is genuinely quite crazy#like- watching earlier bnha and I still think that#what the fuck does Deku see in Bakugo cus holy fuck bkg is such an asshole#then as it progresses u see deku kinda confess that#âBkg is my perfect image of victoryâ and âI start acting like himâ and âI am disgusted at myself for my feelings for himâ#are all statements that coexisted#and how he just knows...a little Too much about bkg (and other heroes? I guess???)#like dont get me wrong here#bkg was still the much more violent and aggressive bully here#thats why him apologizing and making up for it is so important#but also...#I am Quite Certain that Deku was a damn freak#and probably violating Kacchan in some way too in their middle school era#bro was a stalker? somehow also top of the school? writing threatening msgs???#no wonder premature bkg bullied the shit out of him while being scared at the same time#tldr middle school bkdk was more balanced but also toxic than most ppl think it is cus deku is freaky#phew#god bless All Might and all their friends and teachers#these two would have gone down such horrendously toxic paths otherwise-#Ok. Just the disclaimer again#headcanons and analysis of canon are very grey territories#and im quite certain lots of this is also hc#so how u enjoy these characters is certainly up to you#these are just My Thoughts. Ok now im done#evelynpr bnha#bnha#mha#my hero academia#bkdk#bakudeku
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watermelon sugar (m) | sim jaeyun.
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preview. heâs the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but heâs not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.
or where, jake can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries.
meet the cast. simp sim jaeyun(jake) with his obsession fem!reader
genre. and they were roommates trope, fuckboy soft for his girl trope, SMUT MDNI!!!, lots of toothrooting fluff, tiny speck of angst but not proper angst, drunk confessions?, only one who can control him/her trope, happy happy ending, crack/humor, domestic scenes(newly added) college fuckboy athelete roommate!jake with his candy!roommate girl. computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake.
word count. 13,488 unedited! it's word vomit.
warnings. fingering, dry humping, dirty talkkk lots and lots of it, nasty freak jake with innocent(seems to be) girlie, experienced x inexperienced(virgin but has idea), pussy slapping, somewhat drunk sex but there's consent consent, oral (m rec.) different scenes, p in v (unprotected! but pls pls pls do not do this ever use protection!!!!!) multiple orgasms (f.rec), overstimuation(f.rec) and somewhat (m.rec), spitting? slight nipple play, jake is rough and filthy, with heavyyyyy corruption kink it's all throughout the story, strength kink, size difference âi worship the ground you walk onâ energy but still dominant jake, jake has soooo many dirty inner thoughts about you it's innumerable. he's a simp for you so you're a slut for himâ i guess that's them?
theme song. animals by maroon 5 (jake pov), into you by ariana grande (yn pov)
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` author notes. im sorry for making you guys wait three extra weeks I hope y'all still want to read this,, what do i say it was so horrible before the revamp, thankfully it's so much better now and the smut god, it was so hard to write it i hope it's good enough. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!!
âi donât mind this feeling.â
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER IS HAPPENING BETWEEN YOU BOTH, BUT YOU LIKE IT. IT FEELS SILLY AND FRAGILE AND GOOD. perhaps a little too good.
god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you arenât complaining though he takes care of you in every way he possibly could. making you feel like his entire world revolves around you, from his time home to the hours he spends on the field. one would ask anything of him and his answer would surely include you in one way or another, everyone knew it, everyone could see it, the way he feels.
he makes you breakfast, he helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment. he cooks for you and he does the dishes more often than not, the only exception being the time when you insist deathly on doing it yourself because come on you gotta do at least some thing around the house.
to add to the perfect mixture of god gifted man, he video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesnât disturb you. does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, heâs just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed (outwardly). he would never admit the way they get him all hot and bothered when he thinks of all the places those fabrics have touched. how wild his imagination runs and all the things he wishes he could do to you. all the sounds he could get, out of you and all the things you'd taste of.
you are his candy (well not exactly âhisâ but according to him this nickname of yours is only and I repeat only reserved for him) literally because you are all over sweets all the damn time and figureratively because heâd die to have a taste of you; the forbidden fruit of his life, too innocent for a person like him to ruin. but lord would he give up everything to land a chance to lay his hands on you not so innocently.
this man does not give a fuck about who is not you, and maybe occasionally spare a care for his two best friends who so far have only been blessed enough to know your name because jake has made it clear that you're off-limits and if they ever dare to do anything given the opportunity he'd rip off their balls and feed it to ducks (he's serious he swears)
getting to the real point of your dynamic: the only drawbackâ jake sim is a renowned fuckboy on campus, the heartbreak prince and you, his miss americana as they all like to call it. it is a daily routine, having to find a new girl in the house and ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and your hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently youâve been feeling weirdly dejected. a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you canât pin point exactly to why and what it is.
âcandy, my laptop broke down again!â jake's raspy voice dances through the little cracks of the bathroom door as you prepare for a quick shower. you sigh, tightening the towel wrapped around you before stepping out. a short knock at his batman poster door left ajar, and he's whipping his head to have a look at you as if he knew you'd be in the middle of washing up. a little secret, yes he knew because everytime ahead of bathtime you make sure to have a sip of your watermelon slush stack from the fridge and the sound of it's door reaches his room just right to let him know.
he remains seated on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face. your eyes fall at his desk to see his laptop closed, he tricked you, and like always you fell for it,âmaybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, this wouldn't happen all the time. but i assume you probably did it to get me here, itâs not gonna work everytime yun,â you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,âwell it does work everytime though,â he knows how to have you on his tail just like you know how to have him wrapped around your finger. it only seems fair, you both know what gets the other going and you use it to your advantage.
âwhat is it?â asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair. spinning in rounds with your legs out swinging, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you had forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. a funny memory of jake trying to stop you because it would defeat the whole image of his room only to fold when you gave him the puppy doe eyes, baby talking that you really wanted to do it. it doesn't take much to have jake cave in, just one look from you and the boy is a flatline. fuckboy? he is that to everyone but to you he's practically whatever you want him to be, though you have never really had a talk about it.
âactually eunsang, she-â there is a hesitation is his tone you are well aware of, having almost a clear idea of what he's about to say,âi told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didnât i?â you scold, feeling that little twinge of hurt knowing he probably will keep on being involved with girls like this no matter what you say. it's the one thing where you don't have him under your spell. or that's you think, i mean you you have no idea do you of how much he wants you. just like how you have no idea how much you want him.
âyes but it happened and now sheâs after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her,â clamping together his hands in a plea, jake pouts as best as he can, giving you his puppy eyes. but when you donât show a reaction of any sort he resorts to the next best guaranteed thing: bribery,âiâll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!â eyes sparkling with hope and expections of having you fall for it, like you do every single time, he waits. albeit patterns break, in everything and everyone.
âno, iâm on a diet. i gave up on sweets, what if i get diabetes? will you,â you point at him dramatically,âtake responsibility?â to which his stance morphs into one of stunned. he would gladly take responsibility for you at any given chance, but it's one of more gravity and significance than diabetes. and he's sure he's not one you should be in care of as more than anything that you are right now. he's too corrupted and you are too naive.
âyes of course iâll help you take your meds and-â he mumbles in a quick, hurried note aware that youâll not let him answer if heâs not fast enough. you still beat him to it though, speaking loud over and above his voice, to drown out his words despite hearing them quite clearly,âwill you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before i get the urge to lock you in the bathroom when youâre in there later,â with a silence after, one that has jake grinning again at your cuteness, you take it as a que to rush out swiftly. trying to make it to the bathroom before he decides to use his strength against you and hold you down wherever he wants. which though hasn't been often, has always left you breathless and flustered to a point you refuse to admit.
training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. itâs obvious heâll have you give in if he wants but heâs too sweet to force you. and of course it's obvious, the tension of the strength kink that looms over in the room.
it comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room: is eunsang standing by the kitchen counter. and important point: clad in one of jakeâs dress shirts that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. oh you had to see this coming, this is jake we're talking about will be really ever like ever not bring over girls? no matter if they're clingy or not. the answer is ambiguous and definitely not to your favor.
sheâs shares a small smile upon noticing you, a friendly smile which you know is obviously fake. sheâs doing it just to look good and polite in jakeâs eyes. just to show that she's not bothered by you, because as said everyone knows if they don't like you then they automatically are on jake sim's blacklist. and being the star player of the team, his acquaintance is more or less influential to a large extent, so note to be taken be nice to candy to not be on the cross out list.
however as sad as it is to say itâs of no use. sheâs not even there in his eyes to begin with. the moment the jake comes out of his room, his field of vision doesnât include her. passing by her very visible figure like sheâs a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, his morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,âgood morning, candy,â he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,âand mei,â he acknowledges your pet kitty but not the girl he brought home, that should speak volumes to you, jake thinks. treating you like candy of his world you are, shouldn't that be the ultimate giveaway of his feelings? like even his hookups can see how down bad he is for you why is it that you're the only one who can't? he wants you to know but at the same time he feels he's not right for you, a dilemma he handles by fucking up over and over again.
wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on. you did hear them last night (more like her), but you didnât know it was her her. you werenât even expecting her to be the one. after the conversation with jake yesterday, she was the last person you would have ever assumed. he sends you a flying look that heâll explain everything later, shushing you off before you speak out loud.
âyunie,â your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you exclusively call him with, leaving her crusty mouth. certainly, like jake you blossom a definite possession over names too. perhaps it's the effect of living with him 24/7 but you seem to have picked up a lot of his antics.
jakeâs eyes shift to look at you for a moment and then heâs running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self. he absolutely does not like the way your brows turn down and the pretty smile you were previously adorning for him falling off your pretty lips. he can tolerate anything but seeing you bothered in any way. âyouâre still here? it's better if you leave soon, candy doesnât like all this,â walking around her to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen to open the upper cabinets, jake ignores her like a plague as if he wasn't showing her heaven last night. but alas, nothing comes above you, she should have known that.
âwhat do you want for breakfast candy? should i make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sugar?â his palms rest on the granite countertop, leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you. it makes eunsang rage with anger, throwing you a demeaning look before she disappears into jake's room.
the moment his bedroom door closes, you feel the unfamiliar weight on your shoulders relax a tad bit,âmy watermelon slush please,â finding your cozy spot on the kitchen counter, you give him your most adorable pout feeling like you had to gain back his warmth after the hookup. your legs dangle over the height between, toes softly brushing against jake's calves every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink, you decide to voice out the thing that had been disturbing since the moment you walked out your room,âdid you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?â it comes out in a low whisper, afraid if you said it too loud it'd come true. the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, itâs not new for you to see random girls in your apartment; or to hear them while theyâre at it. yet it still gives you a sort of uneasy feeling, something you do not like feeling.
âit was a last time kind of deal actually,â he stops briefly to give you a quilty smile. finishing your sweet slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night. she slows down to observe as jake hands you the cup, repulsively watching you take a sip,âis it good?â hearing him speak in a tone way different than the one sheâs acquainted with him using with her has stomp her way out in a grumpy fit.
looking up from the edge of your cup with hopes to give her a sly stare, your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,âbitch,â you comment, hooded orbs shifting back to jake who scowls in disapproval,âlanguage candy,â he reminds, knowing very well it does nothing to stop you.
âsorry yunie but she's so agressive, and for what?â you whine.
âfrom what iâve seen, youâre way more aggressive,â jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.
with full cheeks, you grin like a cheshire cat and jake feels his heart rate speeding up, who gave you the permission to be the cutest person he's ever known? the urge to kiss you just keeps growing with each passing day and with with each little sneaky smile and doe eyes you give him.
âwe need to get the groceries this week, i have after classes soccer practice for the next four days and we're not gonna last that long,â the thought of spending the next four evenings alone in the unit is gloomier than the half assed ham and cheese toast jake makes for himself. if only you said yes to some proper breakfast, his taste buds and stomach wouldn't be suffering so much.
you nod as if he has eyes on his back, knowing well he's gonna want you with him but not force you, if you'd say no. whatever you want, is whatever he does.
ââm gonna go take a shower first then,â hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies.
âletâs shower together,â jake's friskiness thrives in the way he shouts with an undertone of mischief. watching you with a teasing gaze as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door. a tiny smirk spreading onto his lips when you scrunch your nose in a grimace. cute, he mouths thinking you wouldn't notice but god you do. he's clearly joking but you canât help feeling flustered internally. keeping up with his flirty and touchy stunts and tricks should have made it easier for you by now, but over a year in and you're yet to find yourself getting used to it. heâs too attractive and hot to get used to; at least thatâs what excuse your brain gives you, which honestly is true to some extent. his looks score a lot of points and you can't deny that.
âand if we get locked in there, whoâs gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems,â you complain in a soft groan which, in his eyes is more adorable with the little annoyance you show. if you think you could ever intimidate him, you probably will because he'll melt right away to even think of a counter back.
his stance straightens at that, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before heâs breaking out in a taunt of smile, eyes closing in on you in a brazen look,âso does that mean if the lock was fine youâd actually shower together with me,â he feels this triumph of emotions, a sudden rush of sugar at the realization that'd probably maybe perhaps someday let him get in the shower together with you. the sheer excitement he experiences through his veins is over the roof, just the possibility of something so intimate with you is a bite of golden spoon for him.
he purposely stops all heâs doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, trying to provoke you,âi never said that,â you stick your tongue out at him, closing the door in a soft slam and crying out a âyouâre sick in the head!â
âonly for you!â jake yells back, chuckling to himself as he leaves the room.
two hours later youâre both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs with product locations, rows and rows of household products and everything you'd always spend lots of time looking through until jake has to drag you back home.
he pushes the cart while you look around for items to throw in and cross out one by one from your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to every two minutes will lead any sane person to conclude you as a couple. you both would also admit it feels as such. how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that youâre on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth. it feels sweet, he feels sweet. and you make him want to coddle you so bad, like what do you mean you're on a diet? you're perfect already. too perfect for him.
âiâm taking the pop tarts!â you hear him shout from two or probably three Isles away while you look through some new make up launches,ââŠokay fine!â capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at your way and mutter something you donât quite catch but you assume itâs probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.
âyunie look these are so pretty,â you point at the line of lipgloss as jake comes over with cart. he hums in agreement, watching you scan through the shades in an animated mood, mumbling over the names and speaking of how it'd look good for an everyday look or with summer dress you recently got. oh how smitten he feels, observing the way you seem so pumped up simply over gloss.
âthere's no mirrorâ â
âtry it on me,â oh he's bewitched under your spell.
jake stands still as you apply the mauve on him, staring at you through hooded eyes,âoh, this oneâs really pretty on you!â you beam, looking up at him as if he could see it too.
âit'd look prettier on you,â he's hardly able to whisper out, gaze trained on the way you part your lips while you wipe it off his and apply another. if he didn't have a strong self control, by now he would have shoved his tongue down your throat in the dirtiest and messiest kiss you'd ever known. knocking your breath out, as well as his. he's already on the verge of losing it with every little touch you leave on his lips, wetting your own as a habit.
âwhich one should i take?â you ask something cutely, jake almost feels guilty for the thoughts swimming in his head.
âiâll buy all of it for you, we can do something like a chapstick challenge you know. the one where you kiss and guess the flavor,â he teases loving the tiny exasperated glare you throw him. âyunn, be serious! which one?â
âthese two?â he points to ones you commented were pretty feeling impatient at the conjured up image of you wearing the colors on with you tiny, sexy little sundresses you got hidden in your closet. please feel guilty man he thinks.
in the end jake (successfully) convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break offering to help you with it. and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brandâs watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. checking all out he insists on carrying everything himself, only handing you the little bag that held your lollies in case you'd want one on the way back.
the subway is more crowded than usual, scarcely any seat left. it takes you a whole minute to scan around for an empty one, immediately encouraging jake to take it. a silly game of rock paper scissors to decide who stands, insisting firmly that he sit when you end up winning. the grocery bags rest by his foot and you stand between his legs, holding onto the bar wobbling every now and then. itâs just one stop left when jake suddenly pulls you onto his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs possessively. you turn to look at him, lashes brushing against his skin and lips parting in the slightest at the adrenaline you feel pumping into your fast beating heart. the muscles in his chest feel firm at the faint touch of your back against him, the thumping of his own heart similar to that of yours.
he leans closer to whisper in your ear,âthat creep right there kept staring you up and down,â pointing with a discreet move of his eyes as he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. you on the other hand, grow hot with irritation, perhaps just as hot and bothered you are feeling jake pressed so close. an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger.
âiâll show him the fuck he was staring at," you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists, expression as innocent as always. jake seems to catch on to what youâre about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, i know you hate this candy, but i donât want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything iâll make sure to set him right, for now i think he got it that heâs not gonna stare at you however he wants,â hand grabing yours in gentle caresses along the expanse of your arm. delicate and slow like a soothing rub. his touch just as enticing and stimulating it is, is also calming, knowing exactly how to pacify your hot headedness. jake finds that really hot about you, the way you look like you couldn't harm a bug but he's seen you throw kicks and punches (for the right reasons) âlooks like a cinnamon roll, could kill youâ he never knew that's his type. sometimes and really only some rare times he wonders if you're not as innocent as he thinks you are, getting rock hard at the thought of it, dick twitching multiple times imagining you saying and doing things that an angel like you shouldn't be.
for the rest of the ride he manages to lull you back to your sweet candy mode, making you laugh at his lame pick up lines, and occasionally tickling your sides. head falling back into his shoulder in cute giggles and hips rolling on him, damn only he knows how bad he's holding back. as shameless as he is he'd probably jump your bones right infront of everyone to see. thankfully you bring the decency in your relationship.
when your stop comes, he intertwines his fingers you as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving.
â'm gonna flatten out all your abs today, you'll need to gym again,â jake chuckles, feeling you roll over his body like meiâs lint roller as he lays on your favorite fluffy kuromi rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. the weight of your body on and off and the touch of your hot skin he feels funsies,âyou do this all the time, candy and my abs have never left. how can i let them? knowing how much you love it,â reaching behind to hold you still on his back. you are glad he can't see the way your cheeks warm up at that, a bashful look on your face remembering all the times he's caught you ogling at his body.
âwhy are you sulking?â he asks when you don't respond with a whine like you usually do. aware that you behave this way either when youâre over the top bathing in happiness or dissatisfied with something.
ââm gonna gain weight now because of you, iâll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to resist binge eating,â you lightly punch at the curve of his shoulders, dropping your head into the crook of his neck in a pout. jake turns around swiftly to hold you in a hug, wanting nothing more than to cheer you up,âi love your belly anyhow, whether itâs visible or not,â giving the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch. you wince playfully drawing back inches to tease him only to drop down into his arms to hug him back seconds later,âyeah whatever,â his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm once again, and the warmth spreading all over your mind this time. why does he have to be so sweet to you?
you both stay like that for a while breathing slowly, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. youâre the first to pull away,âyou should finish that essay, i have to prepare for my test next week,â jake groans at the loss of your touch, wailing out with his hands as you leave the room.
âiâm joining you as soon as i finish this!â
four days later on the weekend, you sit on the couch alone, wrapped in the thin lilac charmeuse blanket jake got for you (he said it the softness of it, reminded him of you.) waiting for your him to join you. eight in the morning with âtangledâ running on the tv, it's not something jake would ever want to do, but he gives in because you like it; bonus sometimes when you get a little sleepy, he grabs the chance to cuddle you as close as he can, leaving a few fluttering kisses on your temple and cheeks. he's grateful you never say anything about it and just let him be.
âyunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday,â you spare a quick glance towards jake as he walks out his room. his headset rests loosely around his neck, half naked, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and his black hair all dishevelled: looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week. âyeah sure,â the rasp in his voice as he mumbles out softly gives away the fact that he probably stayed up all night again.
taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon, jake scoops out a small little portion. going up to your slouched figure on the couch, and extending it out for you to eat,âhere you go, candy,â he does it quite often, infact he loves to feed you. seeing your cheeks full and your eyes sparkling makes him feel fond as much as it turns him on. picturing you the same way on your knees between his legs with his dick stuffed in your mouth. choking and gagging on him, tears dropping down your pretty eyes while you stare up at him with this same doe look. it'd be heaven. even more so if he would have to teach you how to do it right, further fueling the massive corruption kink he seems to have harboured after meeting you.
he passes you melon after you take the bite, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. eyes trained on the way you fill in more in your mouth than you can handle, face all round and full,âeat slowly,â he flicks at your forehead.
âdo you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this oneâs pretty small,â he adds a minute later, raising his brows subtly.
âwell, first of all i didnât plan to have a roommate and secon- i swear if itâs for your hook-ups iâm kicking you out!â it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you spit a seed at him. one that due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest. damn those muscles they get you feelings things you probably shouldn't be.
putting away the watermelon on your tea table, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off in a crackle of laughter,âthis is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!â
âstop making me appear like a horndog!â he laughs along, whinning at your false accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.
âwell that is exactly what you are!â you throw the closest cushion at his face. grinning with your signature cutesy doe eyes and jake is a goner. he always is.
âno don't do this me,â
âchange the sheets then, it's your turn this week,â turning away from him, you fix your eyes on rapunzel climbing down the tower. trying to avoid the way he stares at you with betrayal, immediately scooting over to tickle you.
âyou cheeky liar it's your turn,â his hands glossing over your ticklish areas.
âi love you,â in a fit of uncontrolled giggles, you shout. pushing against him to escape only to have your wrists pulled away, held together in a tight grasp and pinned above your head. âcandy! i love you is not gonna get you out of chores come on i'll help you. we'll watch tangled later. together, i promise,â his laughter dies down with every word he utters, whispering out the last part as he becomes aware of the proximity between you two. so close you both think, breaths slowing down and heartbeats picking up the pace with each passing second.
âwe're doing this okay?â jake whispers again, albeit, his tone a tad bit more heavy and bothered. an ambiguous daze clouding over, as if he is talking about something entirely different than just changing sheets. a twinge of lust bubbling inside. having you under him like this makes him realize just how desperately he wants you, and how bad his strength kink blooms for you. to have you whimpering and moaning, gaze all hazy as you let him do whatever he wants with you. damn he feels his dick twitch at that, gulping nervously hoping you wouldn't notice.
âyou look like eugene,â you mumble out suddenly and jake feels his thirst rise off the roof, because the size difference between the characters? he wouldn't deny he thought of you the first time he saw the animation. wanting you have you in his arms the same way.
âthen you must be my rapunzel,â you feel even more flustered if that's possible, your stomach twisting and twirling at his words until,ânow come on we gotta keep the house clean for mother gothel,â jake let's his grip on you loosen, taking a moment to get off you.
âyunie!â
âi'll make you some sweet soy-glazed potatoes too later,â he voice drowns out as he enters you bedroom first.
âwell i guess it's okay then,â you giggle following after him.
âcandy that's not how you tuck in the corners,â jake scolds you for nth time, running after you to fix the edges you mess up deliberately time and again. âhey! candy! get down!â you make it a chaos for him, jumping onto the unmade bed and messing up the sheets all the way.
âoops,â there's a devilish grin on your face as jake pauses to watch you have your sugar rush episode.
âif you wanna wrestle again and end up under me, just say so,â he teases, inching closer and grabbing you by the waist. you both laugh again as if you weren't dripping with need for each other just moments ago. he picks you up and walks to the door putting you down by the sill,âi seriously need to get this done, you go and peel the potatoes for me,â you can't cook for the sake of god and letting you use knives is like a deathwish, jake can only hope peeling will keep you busy and safe enough to not end up with cuts anywhere.
the doorbell rings just as you step into the kitchen, walking back to the front in a sluggish sigh. feeling utter regret for answering the door, the instant you notice the figure outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you shut the door behind.
he peeps out your room at the sound of it, shrugging it off as nothing because youâve done it lot many times: when your friends show up because you simply donât want them to fall under his radar as prey.
you spare an indifferent glance at the way eunsang stands tall; hands folded with a cocky look on her rather gorgeous face. she's a beauty and you hate to admit that, a vibe so opposite of you it makes you insecure considering jake's hooked up with her more than a few times. âiâm here to see jake,â she states, tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him nowhere to be seen.
âand he doesnât want to see you, didnât he tell you it was the last time,â you counterattack, folding your arms and straightening up to look intimidating. your stare is one of taunt, carrying a gaze of boredom in hopes to establish that you're one to reckon with.
âare you jake? i said i want to talk to jake not you,â her heels click in impatience and underlying disgust in the tone she uses with you gets on your nerves.
you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, tongue poking at the side of your cheek, âand are you deaf? i said he does not want to talk to you,â assert dominance, assert dominance you repeat over and over in your head.
but what she says next makes you lose your temper.
jake, the very epicenter of it all, on the other hand has no idea of what's going on outside until there's a scream that sounds too much like you, one turning into many more. it's frantic and inhumane, the speed at which he runs out. dropping everything and anything. there in broad daylight he finds you and eunsang trying to rip each other's hair out in the thankfully empty hallway. he doesn't know if he should be worried more about your scalp hurting or your throat tearing from how loudly you scream over eunsang. his hands flail as he contemplates on breaking the fight or letting you calm down, which you probably won't as he knows. he grabs onto eunsang's hands on your head trying to loosen her grip on your hair, concerned over the pain you must be feeling while you're there now trying to kick her between her legs. she's shocked to say the least, watching him latch you off her in a swift motion and throw you over his shoulder. he takes you back inside quickly, groaning at your fists pounding against his back in a protest,âfucking let go of me! iâm gonna give her a good piece of my mind!â
âcandy language!â putting you down by the kitchen softly, he grasps the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,âstop fighting all the time, stay here iâll talk to her, okay?â he speaks slowly as an attempt to calm you. when you wiggle off in a scornful shrug, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face, a tender look in his eyes,âokay?â you nod in a defeated sigh and he's out the door before you can say anything else. you're upset, really upset, you know what you did outside was not decent yet you can't get over the fact that he left you in here to go back to talk to her. he was on your tail last week trying to beg you to help him get rid of her and even shooed her out the unit harshly, what more is there to talk about?
truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or should he say saw you. it was the move in day, he had all the necessities for the week packed in a travel suitcase, with the other stuff to be brought in later on. he was waiting for the elevator in the lobby, more tense and anxious than ever to meet the girl he was going to be living with a good four years of his college life. hoping she'd not treat him like some stranger, or be someone impossible to get close to hash live with. along with little bits of curiosity and hopes again, that she'd be a pretty and sweet girl maybe someone help could form some kind of benefits with.
however never in a million years did he ever expect it to be the cute yet fierce girl in the elevator. to say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement, he was literally blown off his feet, scared or impressed, his confusion was massive. when the doors of the elevator had opened he had found you slapping a middle aged man,âfun? you think groping my butt âs fun, you sicko,â kicking him in the balls next. hard. jake had gulped at that, hard. heart on a pause. the look of feigned innocence on your face as you did all that. damn jake swears it was that moment he fell. maybe not romantically but you definitely got his dick hard.
you looked super cute, and you knew how to fight, jake thought he hit the jackpot when you turned out to be his roommate. pretty you were, definitely, and sweet wasn't even a question; you were sweet to him and you are a lot of sweet. the only thing that remains a mystery till now is if you'd taste as sweet. jake hopes he can find that out.
he returns a few minutes later, lips pursed in a small smile as he shuts the front door. it grows even wider when his eyes find you,âso your soy glazed potatoes,â he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out.
âshe called me a slut for living with a guy like you and i was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-â you bang on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,âand you dragged me in!â whinning in a pout that looked as upset as your furrowed brows.
jake glances over in amusement, halting to give you another grin as he boops your nose gently,âmy darling candy, iâm only good to you,â the glare you throw his way only makes him snicker with adoration. the little flicker of bashfulness you feel making you break out in a smile which (thankfully, for you) jake doesn't notice.
âwhatever, iâm gonna take a long shower. do not disturb me!â you leave in a rush afraid if you stay too long he'd see it all on your face.
ten minutes later, as you tiptoe to get your favorite shower gel from the shelf above the mirror, luck decides to remind you why you shouldn't ever stay away from jake sim. feet slipping on the wet floor, body colliding against the cold tiles in a thud loud enough to have jake come running.
âcandy, you're okay? what happened? should i open the door? âm coming in,â his voice is laced with worry, snapping open the door to find you laying flat down, though to his relief not unconscious. he picks you carefully, bringing you to your room and seating you on the edge of the bed to check for any injuries. hands delicately caressing all over and asking if it hurts any where,âyou're so clumsy, always getting me worried like shit,â
âlanguage,â you giggle, trying to make him laugh and it works.
âsorry, just please be careful, okay?â his fingers brush back your hair as you give him a small nod,âdo you feel pain anywhere?â another nod, and this one ticks his alarms.
âwhere!â your fingers reach out to press against the brooding crease between his brows, attempting to remove the frown from his face. and jake melts at that, feeling his heart flutter at your cuteness, god he loves this side of you so much.
âyou little demon, look what happens if you don't shower with me,â laughing out together, oh how he wishes it were like this forever. and jake sim has never thought of a forever ever before.
a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day. but what seems to have changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number alarmingly cutting down day by day (which currently sits at zero) and what you havenât noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip over himself. which is partially true. jake thought of you as deserving someone better, so it was only right that he became better. and what better way than to start with quitting the position of campusâ resident fuckboy.
after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you get straight to bed. changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket from around eight in the evening. jake returns from his soccer practice later, unaware of the fact that you're already passed out. opening your door to let you know of his night out plans,âcandy, iâm gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? i didnât know iâm so sorry candy,â he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy figure under the covers. trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes; heavy blinking and a small pout, his cute girl.
âitâs okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, iâll be back in the morning,â approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep wellâ before leaving.
it's probably past midnight when you wake up to constant ringing of calls. fumbling around for your phone in a daze only to find a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of texts from the same. it's jay, asking you to get jake from the bar they're at. saying the guy's refusing to go back with anyone that's not you: whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.
'where is my candy?â jay and sunghoon are sick and tired of hearing it all night.
by the time you get him back to the apartment, it's three and your bones hurt from the weight of his body leaning all over you. it doesn't help that all he does is giggle and throw himself over you. there's been a lot of times you have seen him drunk, probably more than a dozen, but he's never looked as wasted as today. sunghoon told you it's because he drank way more than usual, and unbeknownst to you that you are the sole reason, you wonder of the things that plague his mind to the extent of drinking so much.
dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going through his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you can grab. âcome on yunie, get changed,â you hand him the clothes, turning away when he takes everything off nonchalantly. even though he likely would rather want you to look, from the many times he's said it before âwhyâre you looking away, candy it's all for you,â his exact words. the bane of your existence.
after he's changed, you wipe the sweat off his body with a wet towel as much as you can. giving him a glass of water before leaving for your room when he grabs your wrist and stops you with his puppy eyes.
in the morning, around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk. he sits at his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed, clad in his shirt. itâs like he feels everything is over and done from here. he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk. with his head hung in guilt, he doesn't notice you stirring awake, sitting up at the sight of his hunched figure.
âyun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should i make you something for it?â startled at your soft voice, he flinches visibly. a thousand scenarios running through his mind and not one ends up good.
âyou donât even know any hangover recipes,â jake mumbles almost inaudibly.
âi can just search on the internet and try my best, itâs not like iâll give you anything inedible,â you teaee, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.
it takes him a moment to speak again, sounding as miserable as he has never before,âcandy iâm,â he halts, gulping to hold back the lump in his throat,âiâm sorry, i really didnât mean to, i donât why i, it's all my fault,â he stops again, leaving you confused and dumbfounded,âwhat are you saying? what apology?â it is when his eyes shift to stare at what youâre clad in, staying there for a hard minute when you get a rough idea of what he could be thinking of. your cheeks grow hot at the realization, shaking your head when unholy images pop up in your subconscious.
but the butterflies fly away just as fast as they came as his words dawn uppn you. even if it didnât happen the fact that he wouldnât mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently? your heart breaks more than a little at that.
âwhy? is it because iâm not like the others you have been with? because iâm not like eunsang? or because iâm not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-â
âthatâs the problem! youâre not like her! youâre not like anyone i've known before! youâre special and iâm afraid iâll lose you, things will change and just iâll have to get over you without even getting a chance,â it's the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, and the first time ever he's sounded so desperate, weak and dejected. so vulnerable.
the split moment of sadness dissipates with every word that sinks in. the revelation of a(n after)drunk confession. the fact that you're a different kind of special to him, that he would want a chance to be with you, that he's afraid to lose you. you supres the urge to laugh when it all settles into your understanding. having a better grasp over the bigger picture. your steps are slow and calculated as you walk over to him, sitting across his lap and cupping his cheeks in a fleeting breath of courage. his eyes almost bulge out when you brush your lips lightly against his, mumbling softly,ânothing happened, but if you still want i can give you a chance, itâs going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely,â you giggle and jake malfunctions for an instant before grabbing you in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
âof course, of course i do want it, iâve always wanted it,â chanting out in a trance.
âyour lips tasted like watermelon,â he mutters out some time after, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. still in a daze that out of all the bad things that could've happened it was none. literally none plus you perhaps wanting him just as much as he wants you.
âi had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up,â you push at his shoulder, getting off him to leave the room to cook something. probably (as you said) a recipe searched up on the web, hopefully edible enough for a hungover person.
when he comes out later, all showered and back to the jake you know: the one who likes his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. âwhy were- are you wearing my shirt then?â
âyou practically begged me to last night while sobbing for i donât know what reason,â he's a bit flustered at that, but hey, it's what got him here, you gotta do what you gotta do.
âcandy, you wanna go out tonight? jay and sunghoon wanted to hang out but i don't wanna leave you so i said iâd bring you along,â jake asks, knocking at your door.
it takes you a little over a minute to open up but jake's does not mind it at all for obvious reasons, his jaw comically falling to the floor when you walk out in your tiny little blue sundress and the shade of lipgloss he was dying to see you in. you're unreal.
âyes! i heard you on call earlier,â
âoh my god candy, gimme a princess twirl,â the amount of desire he feels for you right now is unfathomable. biting his lips at the sight of your lace panties underneath that faintly flash him in the mini twirl you do. can you get any hotter?
âjust fifteen minutes and i'll be ready,â he got ten minutes to do something about the boner he just popped, and it's more than enough to have him rub one out with what he just saw. maybe add a little hint of imagination and wondering what you'd sound like if he were to touch you down there. especially given the fact that the likelihood of it happening were through the roof now. you almost kissed last week, anything could happen at this point. and jake's dick gets impossibly sensitive at the odds of it.
at the restaurant, jay and sunghoon sit in an awkward silence, watching you both be all over each other. when they agreed for jake to bring his girl along, they didn't expect it to be so bad.
âum jake talks a lot about you,â sunghoon says trying to start a conversation that he knows probably wouldn't go anywhere.
âhe does? that's so sweet,â you smile, giggling over something jake whispers in your ear, his hand palming over the plush of your exposed thighs,âwhat do you wanna eat?â sunghoon nerves feel boiled at the way jake completely skips over his attempt to talk to you. while jay sips at wine, agonizingly slow knowing this is how it's gonna be from now on. their friend is a changed man.
âi have this picture of jake from middle school, you'd love to see it i promise,â a little tipsy, sunghoon's persistence to put himself in the equation albeit admirable, annoys the fuck out of jake, scowling at the other well of aware of the so called picture he wants to share.
âjay man, take care of him. candy and i are going home,â jake gives them a tight lipped smile, holding your rather drunk self (it's just wine you had said)
âsee you later ca- y/n,â at first jay leans in for a friendly hug butâ nevermind. the way jake stares at him is scarily weird.
jake makes sure to have you sit on the couch before he leaves to get you water but you're sprawled out on the floor when he comes back. mumbling something about how cool the tiles feel against your skin,âcome on you should drink some water,â jake pulls you up on your ass, sitting cross legged on the floor beside you. his hand softly holds the back of your head as he brings the glass to your mouth.
âalright say, what did you wanna say?â
âi wanna kiss you,â if jake thinks the pout on your lips is the cutest thing ever then the words you say must have to be the hottest thing ever. how can a simple word like kiss make his heart flutter so bad? and it's not even lust at this point.
he fulfils your wish without a thought, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. sucking on your bottom lip a second long before he pulls away and boops your nose. no tongue and no other intentions. the after taste of your gloss lingering in his mouth.
âlet me tell you a secret,â you whisper out, moving over to his lap, knees on the floor each side.
âi knew you stole my kuromi panties,â he's shocked you know about it, he made sure to be extra careful with it, though his nasty ass was internally hoping you'd catch him.
âmhm, i do have it with me but it's not really wearable now,â he did not see this becoming something sexual but the moment you brought up the panties, you might as well have brought up his dick. man practically re-lived every single time he used it to jerk off, all those orgasms coming to life at once.
âyou need to punished!â you whine,
âwhat do you wanna do?â and jake feels his dick get harder at that.
âcan we kiss again?â oh my god, you make him feel so fuzzy and horny at the same time, it's unbelievable. in the guide of jake sim: to make him horny is relatively easy, to get him all fuzzy is once in a lifetime and to get him both at the same time is impossible. yet you do it so effortlessly.
jake answers you with his lips against yours again, relishing in the feeling of them on his own. all those times he wondered of how it'd feel like to kiss you seemed so lame now that he actually did. no imagination could ever come close to way he feels right now. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls away for a moment,âi wanna love you so much and take you on cute little dates and buy you all the food you want and fuck you so hard you only remember my name,âhe mumbles against your lips in a bit whisper, letting you take a breath before he dives right back in. this time he lets his tongue slide in, rubbing against your own for a short while only to pull back and go for another trying to keep your lips pressed together for as long as he could. finally pulling away when he feels you push against him a little too roughly, a crawl of shudders all over his skin at the roll of your hips against his bulge.
âwanâ you to fuck me too,â you whine, this time desperately.
âfuck candy, you're drunk we shouldn't be doing this,â he reminds, failing miserably to hold himself back. his hands keep twitching to just grab your hips and grind you down on his dick until you're both cumming together.
âiâm not, i swear. i just drank a little because i couldn't have done this all sober,â even through the layers of clothes, jake can feel your neediness dropping with the way you roll your hips harder against him. speeding up when you think he's pushing you away, but he's just grabbing you closer by the waist. he can't deny how wanted he feels right now, feeling like he'd explode any second. the fuck were you so horny for him?
âare you sure this is okay?â he asks again. no matter how bad he's dying to fuck you, he'll never do it if you don't to.
ââs okay, please yunie,â you feel his hands slide along your thighs and in between your legs. fingers faintly brushing over the wet patch on your panties in a sharp inhale. he grazes two fingers against your clit, testing the waters. rubbing harder when he feels your breathing pick up it's pace, switching to spank your clit impossibly fast having lost control at the sound of your wanton whimpers.
âdonât move and take it baby,â jake growls, pushing you flush against his chest, making your back arch more and more into him. tits bouncing right up in his face as he bends down to nibble as the exposed skin between them.
he stops for a moment only to push your panties to the side and touch you raw. rubbing rougher and so intense, your legs feel number from pleasure,âhas anyone touched you like before?â his jaw clenches hard, eyes dark with want as they remain fixated at the sight of his hands on your pussy. fuck he finally knows what touching you feels like.
ânghâ no, fuck!â and it boosts jake's ego through the roof, he doesn't think he's ever felt as horny as he feels right now. the thought of being the first to touch you in your princess parts, the first you have seen you putty like this, the first to be the one to get you like this. fuck, fuck, fuck! he feels so turned on it's literally inhumane. precum oozing out his tip with every twitch of his dick.
âmm, gonna put my fingers in you,â you feel one of jake's fingers press into you, sliding inside easily with how dripping wet you are. the pornographic moan you let out when he slowly slips in another and curves up has his dick twitch so damn hard he thinks he just came untouched. you sound so cute yet so fucking hot, his mind is in a spiral of everything he wants to do to have you moan like that again and again until you're so drunk on pleasure, you only want him all the time.
âshit you're so tight and warm, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock,â his eyes keenly hooked on the way you raise your hips to meet the thrusts halfway,ây-yun, âs feels too g-good ah,â
âfuck you're so hot and so perfect for me,â his words travel straight to your core having you clench tight around his fingers and all of a sudden you find your oragasm hitting you as violently as jake continues to run you through it, fast and painfully pleasurable. enamoured and obsessed with the way your doe eyes struggle to stay open, mouth parting in a loud whine, back arching and hips shooting up. god you're a piece of art and jake doesn't think he's ever gonna want anyone other than you.
he immediately stands up with you in his arms, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing you gently on the cold marble. his fingers run through your hair in a soft caress, tucking in the messy strands behind your ears,âyou sure you want this? we can stop here if you want. just say the word and iâll stop,â
âwanâ yun to be my first,â you whimper wearily, jake feels his heart skip a couple of beats. your first, he wants to be your last too and you to be his last.
âgonna make you cum so much harder on my cock,â he places his hands on your thighs in a tight grip and forces them apart fervently. he so damn wants to eat you out but he also wants to feel you cum around his cock, it's a hard choice to make but his cock feels so angry and heavy slick from all the precum he shot out each time you whimpered or moaned or whined, if he'd wait to get his dick wet he'd probably actually come untouched from your sounds and reactions alone. and only god knows(jay too oops) how bad jake sim wants the first time he cums with you to be deep inside you. so much so that he might develop a kink of getting you knocked up (nope you're too young for that!)
he takes his pants off in a snap, practically ripping his boxers along with it, grabbing his rock hard dick, throbbing and red at the tip and trusting into his fist a couple of times. breathing heavy at the way you watch him with your lips between your teeth. he wonders how good it'd feel to watch you touch yourself while he does the same, cumming together with your eyes locked. but he probably doesn't have that kind of self control to just watch you touch yourself, when he can do it himself?
he taps his tip against your clit for a hot minute sliding it along your folds in a strained groan. you're so embarrassing wet, it's like jake could shove himself inside immediately and your you'd hardly feel pain for a while. however, holding back his desires, he pushes into you slowly, holding your body close and stroking your back soothingly,âlet me know when i can move,â a tender kiss at your forehead, trying to make sure you know you have the say it in.
jake groans as you give him the go seconds later,âmhmmm candyâ â baby,â moaning soft and lustful as he pulls out till the tip and thrusts all the way in. your insides feel so warm and gummy, walls clenching around him crazy tight. he thinks he'll lose his mind and end up cumming embarrassingly fast like a teen getting pussy for the first time. the way he feels the pleasure throb in his veins so intense all over his body, it's almost numbing.
your hands loop around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he pounds into you rough, his pace hard and fast pushing all his body weight against you.
âdon't think i can ever get enough of you,â
the sight of the thin straps of your dress slipped to the sides, tits almost spilling out of the front gets jake going, fueling him to grab at you anywhere and everywhere his hands can possibly go,âtell me im dreaming fuckkkâ i've wanted you for so long, can't count the number of times i've jerked off to the thought of having you like this, so pretty and dumb under me,â all those evenings when you roamed around the unit in the shortest shorts and the smallest crops, driving him mad shit insane, having to sneak off into the bathroom multiple times. fisting his cock hard, groaning and biting back his moans as he got off to the thought of you, while you sat all unaware and innocent on the other side of the wall.
he stops abruptly, pulling out in a frenzy and turning you around on your heels and pushing you by the back of your neck to lay against the cool granite. one hand going down to grab at your thigh and hook it up on the counter, drooling at the way your pussy glistens from the angle. he shoves his dick back in without a warning, feeling your ass collide against him harsh yet fervid.
you both pant in rasps when his cock hits a sensitive spot inside you. he shifts to angle himself just right to repeatedly brush against that spot and you mewl out loud at that, so loud your neighbours probably know what you're up to.
âfuck i can't stand not seeing your cute face,â jake bends over to grab you by your throat, pulling you up and flush against him, head resting back at his shoulders as he forces to look at him, fingers gripping your jaw softly,âeyes on me, okay baby?â grunting from deep within his chest, a wild grin on his face as he watches you get lost in ecstasy,âiâll get you addicted to my cock,â just like how addicted he already is with your pussy and everything about you.
his other hand reaches up to tug the front of your dress down, groping up one of your tits, a silk touch to see your reaction. loving the way it's so obvious how sensitive you are there. mouth parting open with you in sensuous gasps as he twists your nipple harshly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. your walls clench a little too hard and your back arches off as you push your hips back into him, the tell tale signs of you getting close,âmy baby's gonna cum for me?â
holding your jaw to have your eyes trained on him, he unexpectedly inserts his thumb in your mouth pressing against your wet tongue, your red swollen lips too tempting to resist,âfuck yes, show me how pretty you cum,â you mumble out a series of incoherent words in hazy chant.
the hand on your breast slips down to your lower abdomen pressing rashly against his bulge, feeling faint movement of his cock deep inside you. fuck you're so small and delicate. his hold on you tightening as his calloused fingers find your neglected bud, rolling it in quick, tight circles. it's so painful yet you feel so good, tears wailing down your cheeks as your orgasm crashes hard, overwhelming and violent, thighs trembling and pussy clenching uncontrollably. jake's continues to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high. eyes fluttering shut, and swallowing thickly at the sensation of you creaking over his sensitive length, cock throbbing impossibly hard.
jake refuses to stop even after you have come down,âone more candy, i know you can do one more for me,â hips hammering into you at full force, and lips finding yours in ragged breaths. and it dawns on you what exactly you have gotten yourself into when you feel the two of his fingers protruding at your entrance, trying to push in beside his cock,âif you try to close your legs i'm gonna punish you,â he warns making you whine into his mouth.
in a flash he turns your body to face his, quickly shoving his cock and fingers back into you. his other hand spanking the skin of your ass and kneading it a soft caress after. he eyes hypnotized at the view of you taking him in, a white ring of your cum adorning the base of his cock. he spits at your clit, once again toying with the engorged bud, pinching and flicking,ââgonna make you cum until you pass out, fuck i really wanna do thatâ ââ your hand darts out to grip at jake's wrist, feeling too overwhelmed with hypersensitivity. wanting to shy away but the pleasureâs so good you can't bring yourself to push him away.
âbut it's your first time,â jake mumbles between hoarse grunts.
before you can even realize it yourself your third orgasm courses through you vehemently. body jerking and twitching, almost falling over if not for jake's hold. jets of cum gushing out as you moan loud.
feeling you spill down his cock, all warm and tight, his brutal rhythm falters,âfuck- âm gonna cum,â eyes locking with yours as he thrusts once, twice and then stills, burying himself deep, streams of cum shooting out. hot spurt after spurt, swollen cock twitching against your walls. goosebumps all over, his legs quiver from how hard he came.
he stays quiet and motionless for a while, his arms wrapped around your shaking body. breathing in the scent of your shampoo, trying to calm his pounding heart and cock.
âyou good candy? iâm sorry, i think i went a little rough on you,â you nuzzle into him in quiet,âits okayâ as he strokes your head, leaving fluttering kisses over your face. picking you up by the thighs he brings you to your bed, laying you down and gently pulling out. groaning at the way all your mixed cum oozes out, pretty little hole clenching around nothing.
exhausted, you let your mind drift, feeling the drowsiness kick in while jake bends between your legs with a wet towel. whining wearily, when his lips wrap around your nub in a suck, the wet sensation of his tongue against your clit like a shot of electricity,âsorry, baby just had to do that once,â he knew he didn't just call you candy for nothing and he was right. grining sheepishly as he wipes the rest of the cum off, cleaning you all up.
âyou're nasty,â you manage to whisper out.
âonly for you,â the touch of his body is hot and comforting, arms around your waist cuddling closely(and half naked).
âlet's shower together in the morning, wanna eat you out so-â
âjake!â
âwhat? it's the truth!â
the following around four in the afternoon before jake has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach him on the couch, as always re-watching an episode of vincenzo. you haven't talked much about labels, but it's known to everyone that you're sorta together. more like jake is taken by you. his friends weren't too surprised to know about you both, it was obvious jake had the hots for you and from the little hangout at the restaurant they figured it all worked out for him.
âincoming, pocky!â you sit beside him with a banana flavored pocky stick between your teeth, leaning in teasingly.
âoh you want me so bad,â he plays along inch closer and biting it off in a snap, lips barely brushing against yours.
pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed into his chest, he locks you in place, chuckling at the way you attempt to escape. his fingers twirling the ends of your hair as you surrender in seconds, switching to watching the show absent-mindedly,âmy parents wanted to meet you,â he drops the bomb, tracing random letters on your skin to distract of the fact that he just mention a meeting with parents.
âas my roommate, actually,â quickly adding the important point, fingers poking at your cheeks like jello.
âso suddenly though?â you think back on all the things you have ever done to him, for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl whoâs indulging their sonâs already unpleasant habits.
âtheyâve actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, i was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and i have no more excuses to give,â hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically devoured a whole at lunch. âif you donât want to then you donât have to, iâll talk to them,â he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.
âno itâs okay, we can go meet them. how long will the drive be?â fumbling with his red knuckles, your mind wanders off to when he fingered you, growing hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. hardly listening in on his answers.
when jake leaves for his soccer practice, you find time to complete the trivial chores around the house. watering the plants with a pout, missing jake more than ever. you have completely different majors and you are not in any clubs either to stay after classes. the only time you spend together being the one at the apartment which is also cut down by his frequent practice sessions, sometimes in the morning during weekends and normally most evenings on weekdays. it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying. but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.
it takes you two whole weeks and a bunch of outfit checks to find yourself on your way to meet jake's parents. feeling almost weird and exhilarating at how his parents and his older brother welcome you. treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is. appearing more as a meeting with in-laws when you jake and you are not even official yet, more so they have no idea of what's going between you two.
they try their best to make you feel at home. during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, coddling you just as jake does back at your unit. they talk to you about casual things including your likes and dislikes, what major you are in, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesnât feel as awkward as you as thought it would and you didn't have to put on any act as you prepared yourself to do.
in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got it all from. the sweet person he is, which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didnât even have an ounce of hope that heâll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct. yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy youâve ever come around in your life ( and the nastiest perhaps, )
when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to share his thoughts,âyou know until i heard him call you candy a while ago, i was under the impression that 'candyâ,â he quotes it specially with a movement of his fingers,âis supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after i saw the contact name showing up when he got a call the last time he was here,â giving you a sly look as he catches sight of jake approaching,âturns out itâs you, i never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,â
before you leave in the evening, jake makes sure to let them know that youâre toegther, and that heâs not playing around this time. heâs willing to give effort into it and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you.
on your way there you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations. even prepared yourself to hear things thatâll stick to you not so positively. but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what you had internally composed yourself for. itâs all you can think of in the car and after youâre back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.
cheerleader, not a bad ideaâ
âoh my god candy, you're gonna be the death of me!â jake pulls you away, dragging you to the back of the bleachers, his cock already rock hard and throbbing with need.
âdon't you like it? i thought cheerleaders dressed like this,â you pout at him, fiddling with the ends of the literally shortest skirt of your closet.
âi love it baby, but you can't just show up to practice like that, how am i gonna be able to concentrate when all i can think of you is fucking you,â he groans scanning over your figure again and again, it's like you brought out a hidden desire he didn't even know he had. he'd win every game for you if you were to cheer by the stands like this, the adrenaline of getting to ruin your perfect outfit and your perfect makeup after, putting him on a winning streak.
âteach me to suck you off,â jake loses his mind when you get down on your knees, pushing your hair out of the way and looking up at him through your lashes, doe eyes driving him crazy.
âshit baby, i will,â oh he's so going to corrupt you.
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Bad Boys Don't Buy Flowers
CEO!BuckyBarnes x Female!Florist!Reader AU
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summary: Bucky would have never thought, heâd be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...
a/n: I should be working instead of writing long ass billionaire love stores, but here we are: you and me both... happy it happened and already regretting the tasks we neglected because of it (please enjoy this wholesome piece of imagination - I know it's long, but I hope youâll give it a try nonetheless)
word count: 16.4k đŹ
warnings: play boy behavior/talk, a reader that knows what she wants, Bucky falls first (and hard đ€), mentions of war, injuries, and death (all not applying to Bucky for once), just so much fluff, questioning life choices (angst with happy ending!), smut (this is freaking love making okay?!?!? praise and confessions, dry humping, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, touch starved Bucky - in a wayâŠ, sensual and beautiful, protected p in v, cock warming, and aftercare) !MINORS DNI!
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"Did you place the order?" Bucky leaned back in Steve's office chair and watched as his friend paced the space with a hand in his pocket.Â
Steve was grinning like an idiot when the answer on the other side satisfied him and Bucky felt a tiny little spark in his chest at the sight. He'd watched his best friend go through life with a default tension in his shoulders for what seemed like forever. All until he found Bambi - a sweet and incredibly clumsy woman who was formerly his maid. But they found each other and Steve had been a happier man ever since.
Bucky was happy for him, too. He was a lot more fun to be around ever since, but it did remind him that Bucky himself had yet to find the one that would make his heart beat faster.Â
It was a ridiculous idea, of course. Bucky was never the one for relationships or long-term commitment in the romantic department. To be honest, he wasn't even sure he was capable of love - not that he needed it, anyway. He had no problem with having a new plaything every other night. It was fun and kept him on his toes.Â
"Perfect. Okay. Thanks, Sharon." Bucky sat up straighter in the chair. "Yeah, next Friday. See you later."
Steve sighed as he slumped on the sofa across the room. He watched the ceiling, looking like a love-drunk schoolboy, even though he tried so hard to conceal it. Bucky knew him too well.
"Dinner is booked.â
âYouâre really doing it huh?"
âYup." There was no doubt in Steveâs answer, but rather a special kind of excitement Bucky rarely felt.
The brunette just nodded as he looked to the ground, the chair swaying as he pushed his knees from one side to the other.Â
Steve just grinned in response. "So when are you gonna let me help you find the one?"
Bucky perked up, amusement seeping through his gaze when he answered his best friend. âMe? No no. Iâm fine."
Steve shrugged. âYou know, thatâs exactly what I said about a year ago."
"No offense, Stevie, but you and I were in vastly different sex universes back then. Iâm getting laid - Iâm aaaaall good." He leaned back with a smug grin and Steve just frowned in response. "You can be as happy as you want but donât start trying to get everyone on the girlfriend train. Thatâs a Rogers and Wilson thing. I donât need that type of commitment."
Steve remained silent as he watched Bucky stand up and head for the door, a thoughtful look on his face when his friend passed him.Â
âLook, Iâm happy for you, truly. I just donât see myself in that type of life.â Buckyâs hand squeezed Steveâs shoulder just as the blonde cocked his head to the side.Â
âNever?â
Bucky winked at him. âYou know I like to live in the present. But speaking of the future... Youâre still up for tomorrow night, right?â
âTomorrow night?"
"Ironbar."
Steveâs eyes widened. âShit. No, I promised Bambi we'd-" Steve stopped when he saw Bucky's eyebrows raise in amusement. â...next time."
Bucky sighed in defeat. "Tell her to leave some Steve time for the rest of us, will ya?" And with a laugh of Steveâs, he shut the office door, walked past Sharonâs desk, then Natashaâs, and then into his own office.
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The clock hand barely struck 8am when another set of files hit Buckyâs desk.Â
Bucky huffed as he watched Natasha stand before him with an amused smile, her hands on her hips that were hugged by a tight pencil skirt. âLooking for something, Boss?â
âNo...â
âSomething like... the invitation to that business dinner on Thursday?â She mused and carefully pulled a piece of paper from the stack between them.Â
Bucky snatched it with a glare. âIt would be much more helpful if you sorted this chaos rather than stand here and be a smartass.â He looked at the invite, the familiar company logo printed in the top right corner. âAnd why are people even sending paper invites anymore? Weâre a security firm,â he sat the paper down and tapped on it with his index finger, âjust shows how desperately they need consulting.âÂ
âDonât blame me for it.â Nat threw her hands in the air. âAnd stop complaining. I know youâre the cyber guy but a couple papers shouldnât faze you. Iâve got more important things to do that donât particularly fall in your area of expertise.â She turned to leave but Bucky stopped her before her heels could reach the threshold.Â
âAre you saying your job is harder than mine?â Bucky watched the mess on his desk, then the computer screen with his calendar and the impending meeting with those jackasses from Hydra Enterprises. There was no way sorting a couple of papers could be worse than Alexander Pierce and his nephew Brock Rumlow. One of them barely knew how to send an E-mail and the other kept subtly asking if it was legal to install cameras in the ladyâs room.Â
âIf youâre referring to your inability to sort a couple files, then yes, I assume you wouldnât last a day with my tasks.âÂ
âNow thatâs bullshit.â
âIs it now?â She raised her left eyebrow with a half-smirk. âI want to see you deal with idiots when scheduling appointments and keeping everyoneâs day structured while also organizing the annual fundraiser.â
Bucky huffed, leaning back and crossing his arms before his chest. He averted his eyes from his assistant and the stupid pile of paperwork in front of him. He really did not want to sort through all of that.Â
âCall me old fashioned but I believe assistants should sort files.â He shrugged, knowing Natasha wouldnât let him off that easily. They had been working together for years, he respected her as much as his other friends. And presenting the fierce redhead with a challenge to get out of some annoying tasks was something he would gladly do.Â
âIâll tell you what. I will sort your papers in my assistant duties.â She made a mockery curtsy - as much as her skirt allowed - and then lifted her finger before the smile could spread on Buckyâs face. âIf... you plan the charity event.â
Bucky was shocked. He didnât expect her to play dirty - well to be fair, it wouldnât be Nat if she werenât teasing a little bit - but still. âYou think you can handle that, boss?âÂ
Bucky closed his mouth and eyed her suspiciously. It couldnât be that hard to do. And certainly would be a nice distraction from the impending meeting of doom as well as the following consulting sessions. He let his head fall back and stared at the ceiling.Â
Was he really going to trade some papers for a whole Gala? That paperwork really sucked. He loved how easily he could wash through files on his computer. Sadly, his programs didnât help much in the analog part of the job.Â
âAre you backing down, Barnes?â Natâs teasing voice rang through to him and he snapped back into his attitude.Â
âNever.â He stood up, fixed his suit, and then reached his hand toward her. Natasha shook it with an evil smirk. âAlways a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Romanoff.â
And with that, she took the papers from Buckyâs desk and carried them out of his office with a triumphant smile.Â
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It wasnât long before Bucky regretted his decision.Â
What had he been thinking? A Fundraiser... a fucking fundraiser. Bucky couldnât care less about them.Â
Okay, that wasnât true. He deemed charity to be a very important part of society... and economy. There were times in his life when he was close to needing their help as well. And Bucky swore heâd never let that aspect of his story slip from his mind ever. Still, it didnât prevent him from living lavishly and making use of the things he had access to now.Â
Usually, the organization of the charity gala was stuck on Nat and Sharon. Mainly because they had always done an amazing job. The tabloids had only positive things to write about it and always pushed the number before Christmas even higher. Which urged Bucky even more to do just as good of a job this year.Â
There was just one problem.Â
He had no idea how to organize events this size. Bucky could program a software from scratch, hack into classified state files on a bad day. Hell, he could track every personâs phone in New York in his sleep. But he never expected to be overwhelmed by a couple invites and color palettes.Â
Though as little as he knew about his new task, he liked a challenge, and he would most certainly not give Natasha the satisfaction of asking her for a checklist.Â
So, the internet had to do for now. Heâd found a blog by a highly motivated suburban mom, that led with step-by-step instructions on how to plan the perfect event. It might not have been on the scale of what Bucky had to do, but considering his lack of knowledge on the topic, he figured this would do until Natasha snatched the task away from him again.Â
The first thing on the list was to find a date and venue. But since the gala of Shield Protection Services was always held at the same venue, Bucky figured they had booked it indefinitely for the event.Â
Next was to find the perfect florist that âis able to put your vision into extravagant floral arrangementsâ. Yeah... that was another problem.Â
Bucky didnât buy flowers. The only women he deemed important enough in his life to get them were his sister and his mother. And well, both of them had passed away. So, picking the right flowers hadnât been a problem until now. His mother and sister were always enchanted by the bouquets they received when Bucky was younger. Heâd steal them from their neighborâs garden. But since he could grow a beard, Bucky hadnât even touched flowers anymore.
Well, that had to change now.Â
Bucky stepped into the elevator just to be greeted by big round eyes and an even wider smile. âPaying Steve a visit?â Bucky teased with a half smile as he hugged Bambi and then faced the doors.Â
âIâm actually meeting Natasha for lunch,â she shifted from one foot to the other, âI didnât realize she was already at the restaurant... so thatâs where Iâm headed now.â
Bucky chuckled at her slight awkwardness. But it wouldnât be Bambi if she wouldnât miss such a detail.Â
âDo you need a ride? My driverâs waiting for me anyway.â
âTha- yes that would be nice, thank you.â
Bucky just nodded and gestured for her to lead the way when they reached the ground floor.Â
âWhere are you going?â Bambi asked as he stared out the window of the car. They had told the driver where they needed to go. And Since Bucky had no particular destination in mind, it worked out well.Â
âIâm on the hunt for the perfect flower shop to cater to my vision of our charity event.â He chuckled and shook his head at his own words. Heâs never thought heâd say this. Â
Her eyes peered at him with intrigue, a glimmer washing over them when she asked: âAre you taking suggestions?â
Bucky sat up straighter now. âUh, yes. Gladly.â This was easier than he thought.Â
âThere is this wonderful shop in Brooklyn. Itâs called AsGarden on 18th Avenue. You canât miss it, itâs like a breath of fresh air between all those ugly beige buildings. The woman owning it has great taste, she managed to make the perfect bouquet for me without ever seeing me.â She turned forward, a little flustered, âSteve gets me flowers from there sometimes, theyâre my favorite.â
âDid you hear that, Stan?â A victorious smile spread on Buckyâs face as he squeezed Bambiâs shoulder. âNext stop is Brooklyn.â
âAlright, Sir.â
âYou donât know how much easier you just made my life.â Bucky leaned forward and kissed her cheek before the car came to a stop and he bid her goodbye.Â
âIâm glad I could help.â She waved back and then headed into the restaurant.Â
Maybe the event wasnât so difficult after all, Bucky thought as he leaned back in his seat, his legs spreading in satisfaction.
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The cool air snook through your shop when the familiar bell of a customer chimed above the door. Youâd seen many people frequent your shop daily. Women, men, teenagers, elderly. All came from different backgrounds and varying stories in their repertoire. Your store was in the heart of Brooklyn - a bunch of people mixed in this town. And youâd made it your mission to find the perfect flower arrangement for each and every one of them.Â
The man who had set off your little bell this afternoon was different though. A perfectly tailored coat adorned his broad shoulders. The way his hands were tucked in his pockets revealed the expensive-looking suit beneath as well as the toned chest that hid beneath the button-up in vain. His presence oozed money as he sashayed through your shop, carefully grazing delicate pedals with the aura he brought in.Â
He seemed to own the world, but something about him just didnât fit between the colorful flowers surrounding him. If you didnât know any better, he looked a little lost, eyes glassy as they swayed through the sea of colors and shapes soaking in fresh water.Â
âGood afternoon, sir. Can I help you?â
He ripped around, fixed his posture, and approached the cash desk. When his eyes landed on you, he froze. Just for a second, however, and then his jaw snapped into a handsome smile as he leaned forward.Â
âI sure hope so.â His white teeth flashed between his lips before his tongue stroked over them. It was capturing. âThis flower shop has been recommended to me. You wouldnât happen to be the owner?â
âWell actually, I am,â you smiled hiding the pride swelling in your chest from the comment.
âGreat. What is your capacity when it comes to event arrangements?â
âThat depends...â You smiled as the handsome stranger raised his eyebrows in intrigue. âI reckon we have vastly different understandings of what is small and... big.â Your eyes wandered over his expensive coat again. The innuendo was accidental, really, but he seemed to be amused nevertheless.Â
âMy company is hosting its annual charity event in November... at The Glasshouse.â
âSo just as I suspected...â You nodded and strode past him towards the fall flowers.
âPardon me?â
You turned your head towards him and winked. âBigger than I thought.â
âSo?â He approached you with his hands still in his coat pockets and peeked over your shoulder. âCan you do it?â
âTotally.â Then you gestured to the flowers. âDo you have any preferences? I donât have all the flowers in yet, but I recommend going with some soft orange and sage tones... to cater to the season.â
âForgive me, sweetheart, but I am useless when it comes to this kind of stuff. My qualities lie more in the technical aspect of things.â A hand ran through his thick dark hair and the gesture made him look boyish.
âAlright let me rephrase my question then: Do you trust me?â A sly smile sneaked on his face, matching yours.Â
He tipped his head. âMy life is in your hands.âÂ
âGood. Then please write down your details here.â You pushed a form over the counter once you reached it again, and the man just followed you around like a lost dog. You watched as his hand swiftly filled out the free spaces on the paper, curious which company he had been referring to.Â
âWait youâre working for SPS?âÂ
âI own it, sweetheart.â The man adjusted his coat as you tried to look unimpressed. âMy name is James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.â His hand extended over the shiny countertop until it encased your smaller fingers and his warmth seeped through your body.Â
Buckyâs smile brightened when you revealed your name to him, telling you how beautiful it was, and you began to struggle not to show the effects it had on you. Then he resumed filling out the order and slid it over to you again.Â
âWhat cause are you raising money for this year?â You asked as you sorted the paper into your books, only to be surprised when Bucky seemed a little nervous all of a sudden.Â
You knew Shield Protection Services was a pristine company with reach to people whose powers you could barely comprehend. Whatever they were choosing, it would have a big impact on the change their chosen organization was advocating.Â
âWell, to be honest... we havenât decided yet.â A silly idea hushed through your head at that, but you dismissed it. A company such as Buckyâs would raise sums only big fish could handle. There wasnât space for the things you had in mind.Â
âI hope youâll do so soon, then.â You nodded thoughtfully and ended with a tight-lipped smile.Â
Bucky nodded and smiled, then turned around and headed for the door. But before he could open it, he came back again. You looked up to see a black card held before you.Â
âIâd be happy for suggestions... if you have any in mind.â He shrugged with that cheeky look of his and then left. And you just stood there, dumbfounded, and toying with the ridiculous idea that Bucky Barnes might actually be able to read minds.Â
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âRogers really couldnât make it?â Tony asked as he leaned back in the leather booth of his very own establishment. He tipped his emptied whiskey glass towards the slender redhead at the bar and smiled as she rushed to get his refill ready.Â
âHe promised Bambi to be home...â Bucky trailed off as he watched a customer hit on the waitress - Tiffany he remembered - A pretty thing, but unfortunately incredibly hollow when it came to conversation... not that Bucky looked for anything like it. Â
Tony huffed. âThat woman has him wrapped around her finger!â He liked Bambi, everyone did, he just missed hanging out with his guys.Â
âJust wait until you find the one, Tony,â Sam chimed in with a sly smirk on his face - a hopeful, yet cautious hint as Sam secretly loved the idea of all his friends finally finding the one. He was a romantic, Bucky knew it, even if Sam never actually said it.Â
âMe? I would never give up my glorious bachelor life for one woman. There are way too many things to explore...â
âMark my words, Stark. Weâll look back to this day and laugh about this incredibly jackassy statement. You, too will be finding the one. I just know it.â
Bucky chuckled and tipped his glass on the Table as the bickering of his friends faded into background noise. For some reason, he didnât feel like adding to the conversation. He blamed it on the banality of a conversation both he and Tony had long decided on, but perhaps, it was because for once in his life, he considered taking Samâs side on the topic.Â
It was ridiculous, really, how fast youâd occupied his mind when it came to Samâs comment about finding âthe oneâ. He didnât even know you aside from the âbackground checkâ he conducted after his visit to your shop. That might have covered your personal details, but he still didnât know if you were a dog person or preferred cats, or if you were vegan or vegetarian, or if you considered kids in your future.Â
Bucky cleared his throat and sat up straighter when he felt the fluster creep up his neck. What the hell was happening to him? He wasnât like this at all. Women occupied his mind for about as long as it took for him to make them come undone in his hands. When he was with them, his full attention was on them - he loved them - but heâd never let them control his life. James âBuckyâ Barnes never even considered seeing them twice, let alone thinking about a future with them.Â
Though, to Buckyâs displeasure - or pleasure (he hadnât decided yet) - the thought of seeing you again wasnât uncomfortable to him. On the contrary, he got a weird tingly feeling in his stomach when he remembered the smell of the flowers in your shop and how your delicate fingers carefully picked out the prettiest ones. Bucky sat his drink down with a clink. Maybe heâd had enough alcohol for tonight.
âBarnes, how come youâre not defending me here? Have you grown soft or something? Do you have a girl we donât know about?â Tonyâs nagging broke through to Bucky and the whole bar reached back into his consciousness.
âSorry, what?â He stuttered, shaking his thought and trying to find a good answer to his friendâs remark. âI was distracted by Betty.â Bucky smiled sheepishly as he received a clap on his shoulder.Â
âThatâs my man.â Tony grinned and Sam huffed into his whiskey. And Bucky? He just sunk into his seat, feeling somehow shameful for the white lie he had made up.
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The SPS office was impressive. Amongst the old New York brick building surrounding it, it reached up into the sky with its glass front everything. But you wouldnât be fooled by its fragile looks. This was one of the most secure buildings in the city. Youâd read about it in an article some time back - the whole hype about the company was their way of making fragile-looking things indestructible. You couldnât see through the âwindowsâ from the outside. And you wouldnât be able to launch a rocket through it either. SPS had patented their stronger-than-steel-glass years ago, making them the leading security company in the world.Â
To say you had been a little surprised to see the very owner of said company on your side of town would be an understatement. But besides his incredibly adamant way of flirting, he was quite normal to talk to. Heâd even asked you for advice on the cause they should donate to this year. And after having thought about it for the better part of what should have been your sleep time, you had decided to just try and pitch your idea.Â
âDo you have an appointment Ms.?â A stunning redhead peered up at you from her desk, her nails clicked on the keyboard of her computer as she waited for your answer. You didnât really know why you thought getting to Bucky was going to be easy. The security guard had already eyed you suspiciously at the front desk in the lobby. After youâd smiled at him as charmingly as you could, heâd decided to let you be someone elseâs problem today - or maybe he just didnât see you as a threat - whatever it was, it had gotten you this far. But what were you gonna say now?
Actually, I donât have an appointment, but Mr Barnes met me yesterday and after thinking about him all night, I decided to pay him a visit today.
Yeah, that wouldnât cut it. Not in this office. The redhead - N. Romanoff - was what her sign said, made that fairly clear with the way her lips pursed at the opened calendar on the screen.Â
âYou donât happen to have to discuss something not suited for work with Mr. Barnes, do you? I know he tends to leave some of his meetings... open-ended.âÂ
Your eyes got wide. âGod, no. Iâm not-â Your hands made a swishing motion between you two and then you took a breath. âIâm here to discuss business. Purely business. Mr. Barnes has made an order at my shop for the company fundraiser and I just want to discuss some details.âÂ
Her eyes glimmered when her lips pulled into a smile. âDid he now?â She peered over to catch the look of the blonde assistant a few feet next to her and then back to you. âWell if that is the case, please have a seat, Iâll tell him youâre here.â And with that, she got up, winked, and wrapped at the large wooden door presumably leading to Buckyâs office.Â
She came back a minute later and gestured for you to enter. âLucky for you, his meeting just got canceled, so you should have enough time.â
âThank you.â And then Ms. Romanoff went back to her desk and started whispering to the blonde assistant.Â
Bucky sat behind his desk, a sleek glass surface lightly cluttered with papers. Other than that, the room felt cool, the large rug by the seating area did little to cover the marbled floors. You stepped inside just as Bucky called out your name. You almost didn't see the wide smile on his face as the rising sun hung low on the horizon behind him, casting a halo-like glow around his silhouette. What a freaking entrance. Though Bucky surely couldnât control the sun, you thought with a small smile, you really had to stop imagining this man was extraordinary.Â
âYouâre here.â He got up and walked towards you, his sleek back shoes echoing on the ground. And then he was next to you, leading you to the seat in front of his desk with his hand on the small of your back. âWhat brings me the honor of your visit, darling.â
He leaned on his desk with his arms crossed, a pleasant smile on his lips. âDonât get me wrong, itâs nice that you came by, but you do have my number, donât you?â
âI do.â You cleared your throat, trying to sound as convincing as possible. âI was hoping you had some time to spare, actually. I find the phone to be a little... impersonal.â
Buckyâs eyes shined with intrigue as he leaned forward, pinning you to the chair with his gaze. He licked his lips. âShow me what exactly?â
âYouâll see.â You smirked. âI happen to know that your next meeting just got canceled.â
Bucky got even closer, his breath hitting your neck with every word he spoke. âAnd Iâll gladly cancel the rest, too.â A shiver shot over your arms, his cologne seemingly intoxicating you. But before you could respond, he backed up, grabbing his coat and gesturing towards the door. âLead the way.âÂ
And so you did.Â
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Bucky was suspicious when you pulled him into the subway, but he decided against saying something. He had told you he trusted you after all, and though Bucky considered himself a lot of things, a flake was not one of them. So he let it happen.Â
It wasnât half bad, either. Somewhere between his office door and the train, you had taken his hand in yours to pull him along faster. Bucky had noticed his lips spreading into a smile. It didn't last long, unfortunately. Because as he had made eye contact with an elderly lady who had then proceeded to tell you what a beautiful couple you were, you had pulled your hand away with an awkward laugh.Â
âOh, God, no, weâre not together, maâam.âÂ
Admittedly, Bucky felt a little sting in his chest ever since. In fact, he was rubbing his hand over his shirt at this very moment. You were walking along a street in Brooklyn, not too far from your shop. The neighborhood was a little more run-down than he was used to, certainly nothing like the part of town he lived in. But he kept quiet still. Maybe he was a little butthurt from your earlier aversion about the couple comment, but to be fair, Bucky wasnât used to women denying him - except Nat.Â
You suddenly stopped, making Bucky almost run into you and then stare at you in question. But when you gestured towards the sign above the two-story building, his gaze softened.Â
There, above the blue-painted metal doors, hung a faded sign. Bucky could make out the orange and yellow stripes on the board, a big Sunflower painted in the middle of it all. âSunflower -Shelter & Foodâ.
âHey, are you coming or are you glued to the ground?â Your voice rang from the entrance, he hadnât even noticed that you already moved inside.Â
Bucky gulped when his eyes swayed back to you and then down his own body. If he was going to step in there in the outfit he was currently wearing, he would look like the biggest asshole on the planet.Â
âI canât go in there.â
âWhy not?â
He just gestured towards his clothes, his Rolex glinting in the sunlight for good measure. But there was no reaction from you. You stood in the doorway, pursing your lips seemingly in thought, and then shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. âI guess youâll just have to deal with it then.â
âWhat?â He called your name. But when he realized you werenât joking, he caught up to you as fast as possible. Because the only thing worse than showing up there looking like he did was doing it alone, he decided swiftly.Â
ââThink now might be a good time to mention that this is not a very good place for a date,â Bucky mumbled next to you before closing his coat, trying to hide the even more expensive suit beneath.Â
âHow would you know?â You turned to him. âThis isnât a date, is it?â
Bucky just smirked and then he watched you greet a young boy with a warm hug, and man he imagined what it would be like to have you hug him like that.Â
âPeter this is Bucky, Bucky, Peter.â You pulled him towards you by his hand again. âI brought him along to help today, thought we always need an extra pair of hands around here.â
âPleasure to meet you, sir.â Peter reached his hand out, slightly frowning when he took in his appearance but did not say anything. âAny help is always welcome here. Come, Iâll show you what weâre doing today.âÂ
Within ten minutes, Bucky had an apron and gloves on and was ordered to cut the biggest stack of potatoes heâd ever seen. You were happily chatting away with the other helpers and Bucky, for the first time in a long time, felt ...normal.Â
Nobody was recognizing him in the crowd, there was no talk about business and investments, and there were no fucking cameras. Here, people recognized him for what he came to do, help. And it felt weird. Bucky wasnât quiet about his lavish lifestyle around his crowds. He knew the privilege he had, and he had worked for it enough to be proud of it. But it was like he had entered a different universe in this part of town. All the things he deemed normal, were things so far from imagination here, they were left out of conversations entirely. So, he tried to remember this whenever he was offered a conversation.Â
âYou do this every day?â He asked into the kitchen while struggling to peel his 5th potato.Â
âWhenever we can.â An older woman answered with a smile. She was the one who had shown him how to use the peeler faster. âThey are people just like you and me. They have to eat every day, too, Bucky.â
Bucky just nodded in silence at the humbling answer, his cheeks felt hot with embarrassment at how naive he had been.Â
Two hours later, he was standing by your side at the serving station, plating mashed potatoes and the accommodating âyouâre welcomeâ every once in a while. He rarely was out of his comfort zone, like today. But he also knew that, whenever he felt unsure, heâd look at you and youâd gift him an encouraging gesture that kept him going a little while longer.Â
After everyone had their food, you gave Bucky a tour of the premises.Â
There was a small courtyard, a couple rooms with telephones and a computer, some sofas and pillows. Nothing fancy but functional nonetheless. You led him through every room, explaining curtly what it was for and then you led him up the stairs.
On your way up, you passed Peter, who was helping a child find its toy and Bucky felt a lump form in his throat at all the new impressions he was fed today.
He cleared his throat. âPeter... is he?â
You shook your head. âNot exactly. His parents died when he was quite young. Lucky for him, though, he has always been a bright kid. He got a scholarship for every school he ever went to. But he spends most of his free time here. He has this urge to help wherever he can. Took me a couple months to keep him from skipping his lectures.â You chuckled and led him through the next door.Â
Bucky nodded with adoration. Not many people dedicated their time to something that would not benefit them directly. And while Bucky knew what a dedicated mind was capable of, he had to admit that his efforts were always motivated by personal gain.Â
âHeâs very admirable for that.âÂ
You just hummed in response. âI donât think he chose it himself. Not that I think he wouldnât. But this shelter belonged to his uncle and aunt. They died when he was in high school. Heâs working hard to keep this place alive. As do we all.â
The next room you entered was resembling a classroom. âWhat happens here?â
âMost of the children are registered for the public school of this district. But they donât always make it there. This room gives them the opportunity to catch up on missed work. We also have adult classes here, preparing for job interviews and such.â
The next hallway presented doors, all leading to bedrooms, as you explained to Bucky when you walked through the corridor. The last door was larger than the others - a double swing leading to a big sanitary area. Showers, toilets, and sinks lined the walls - all run down but functional.Â
âThis place could use some serious renovating,â Bucky mumbled, but he was sure you had heard him. Because you looked up at him now, a sad smile decorating your beautiful face.Â
âWe try to make it as clean and cozy as possible here, but we just donât have the necessary financial means for it. It works for now. The people coming here need very little. But itâs only a matter of time until the roof needs redoing or the pipes or the windows, or the-â
âYeah...â Bucky trailed off, making you stop and giving him a break to breathe. He usually wasnât surrounded by people unable to get out of unfortunate situations. The clients he spent his time with ordered his services to protect the material things theyâd bought for status and fun. It was something entirely different when you were robbed of your place to sleep.Â
âWell, this completes my humble tour.â You clasped your hands together and proceeded to look at your watch. âI think itâs time to go home.â
You descended the stairs in silence, Peter hugged Bucky goodbye and when he stepped foot back on the sidewalk, Bucky turned around to the sign once more. You stood beneath it, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at him. It was dark out now.Â
âAre you not coming?â He asked watching as you shook your head.Â
âPeter has an exam tomorrow. I offered to stay the night.â
âHere? Alone?â
âYes.âÂ
Bucky stepped towards you again. âThen Iâm go-â
âStop.â Your hand reached for his shoulder, the touch sending him straight back to a haze. âDonât do this. I know how you feel. Thereâs this sadness inside you now. You saw this for the first time. It feels awful - I know.â You retracted your hand and pushed yourself off the doorframe. âBut until you donât see anything other than pity for these people, you canât be here without breaking.â
âDoll...â
âBucky, I'm serious. Go home. Sleep on it. Try to understand the situation.âÂ
Bucky couldnât remember the last time heâd felt this helpless. He just stared at you, unable to move or say anything. He didnât like the idea of you staying here alone at night. And though the feeling of caring for someone heâd only known for two days so much scared him, he pushed it aside.Â
You leaned forward and hugged him goodbye and then the cold night surrounded him again. âThank you for trusting me today.â And then you turned around and left him standing outside alone.Â
â â â
Your purple-inked pen marked the date in your calendar.Â
âThatâs an unusually big order, Steve...â You looked up at the blonde frequenting your shop every so often. Heâd always get the pink carnations for his girlfriend. Apparently, she loved them after you bound them in the first bouquet you ever sold to Steve. He was a simple man, you could tell, so his usual orders were just as such. But not today. âAre you planning anything special?â
The handsome customer blushed with an innocent smile. âActually...â He scratched the back of his neck. âIâm planning to propose.â He looked so sheepish when you clasped your hands in excitement.
âOh, thatâs amazing. Congratulations!â
âWell not yet.â He cleared his throat, visibly trying to compose himself. But this giant pretty man in front of you was adorably nervous.Â
âI just know sheâll say yes,â you mused and made a note to reserve some more carnations for his order - a couple simple arrangements that held so much meaning.
âHow do you know?â
You watched Steve peer over to you with hopeful eyes. âItâs not every day a man puts so much effort and thought into what bouquet to get his girlfriend on a casual Monday evening each week.â You winked and Steve nodded lost in thought.Â
âTo be honest, I havenât even thought about her saying no. I wouldnât know what to do with myself.â
âYou shouldnât worry too much. You are a good man, everyone can see that. And just to be sure, Iâll make the most perfect flowers ever. Paired with your charming ways, there will be no other option but to say yes.â
He relaxed a little. âGreat. Thank you.â And then he turned to leave your shop.Â
âIâll have them ready by Friday.â You smiled.Â
âThank you... so much.â Steve smiled and you knew there was so much more hidden in his gesture.
â â â
It had become a habit that Bucky visited the shelter with you once a week. Admittedly, you were surprised he even cared enough to free his schedule so religiously. But as of the past four weeks, he had shown up at your shop, walked with you to Sunflower shelters, mingled with the people, and then even walked you home.Â
It was actually kind of refreshing, seeing him so invested and kind of protective. There werenât many guys in the city that cared enough to get you home safely. Peter offered more times than often, but you rather knew him safe at the shelter than try to fight a gangster double his size out of the kindness of his heart and the deep wish to somehow become a superhero one day.
So Bucky had to do it for now. Not that you were complaining. He was handsome and charming and interesting to converse with given the vastly different lives you lived. But he tried to adapt. Ever since the incident on the first day, he had even tried to wear less wealth-telling clothing, though he seemed to not always hit the mark just right.Â
In a way, bucky was a little fashion icon. Youâd noticed it in his colorful waistcoats, the intricate details on his shoes, or the fancy cufflinks adorning his oxford-cotton shirts. He tried to dress down. But to your surprise, the color remained. Instead of waistcoats and dress shirts, he wore regular t-shirts. His confidence never wavered. Â
A little smile hushed across your face every time you looked at him. The pink shirt he wore combined with the green apron he had been given, made him look like a lollipop. A Beautiful one, that was. With a dashing smile and an adorable frown as he tried to separate the peas from the pod.Â
âSo... how is the gala coming along?â You teased him a little having noticed how unusual this task was for him. Throughout your few meetings, you had gotten to know Bucky quite well. And apart from his statement the very day he stepped foot into your shop, he revealed to you more and more how difficult the project was for him.
âLetâs just say Iâm glad I can count on the flower arrangements,â he grumbles as a pea slipped from his fingers and across the table.Â
âThat bad, huh?â
His hands stopped working. âThe Band canceled on me again and I seem to run after every other arrangement I have made so far. If I had known how much work-â he huffed and then shook his head with an even deeper frown.Â
âHey, itâs okay to not be good at everything.â You encouraged him, your elbow nudging his side as you smiled lightly. âThere has got to be something humbling you. Makes you seem more human.â
âGee, thanks.â
âI meant to ask you...â You picked up your task to avoid his eyes that were suddenly on you again. âHow come youâre the one organizing the gala?â
Bucky chuckled, his head shaking for what seemed like the hundredth time today. âI made a deal with my assistant.âÂ
âWhat was in it for you?â You threw a couple peas in the strainer and Bucky did the same.
He shrugged. âI got to hand off some paperwork.â
Wow. âSeriously? A bit of paperwork seems like a poor trade for months of organizing something so important.â
Bucky laughed, the sound warming your stomach from the inside out and finally making you look at him again. It was little moments like this in which he felt so careless and relaxed. You liked to believe the shelter did it to him, or maybe even you. But primarily, you were glad he laid off his work self just then. âYeah it might have not been my smartest move... but I donât mind it really.â
âWhyâs that?â Your eyes locked and you suddenly became very aware of how close the two of you were standing.Â
âIf it werenât for the deal, I would have never met you.â There was something so honest and pure about the way he had stated this so plainly. And for a moment, you liked to forget that he might have just meant your suggestion to donate to Sunflower. That maybe, the funny fluttery feeling in your stomach wasnât one-sided, and that you too meant something greater to him than the coincidences that led him into your shop that day.Â
A wide smile spread on Buckyâs face and then he winked. He freaking winked at you. And while you turned back to your peas, desperate to hide the fluster on your face, you had to remind yourself that this was Bucky fucking Barnes and that he knew what he was doing.
About two hours later, you sat amongst the people currently living at the shelter, sharing the meal you had prepared for them with the hopes of getting them through another day. You and Bucky were sitting with Gabe Jones, a veteran whose post-traumatic stress disorder had cost him everything after the Vietnam War. He was always telling stories of his time on the front - a way to cope with his horrible past. By now, you and Peter had probably heard every single one of his stories twice. But Bucky was on the edge of his seat. Listening with intrigue as the food on his plate remained untouched.Â
âIt was â68 when I was sent out. There were soldiers who done already survived a year or so at the front. And, son, I am sayinâ survived âcause you couldnât call that livinâ.â Gabe shook his head before pointing his fork to his shoulder. âCaught a grenade in â69 and on our way to camp, they shot at the helicopter. Lost my right arm and comrade that day. The damn armâs gone but Iâm gonâ have the memory forever.â
The words didnât seem to affect the veteran anymore, but they never failed to leave their recipients shocked and wondering. It was always the same question: How can someone fight for a country, leave their life for a country, and end up here?
And honestly? You didnât know.Â
âIâm so sorry, sir.â Bucky swallowed as his eyes fled over to yours. âThank you for your service.â
âNotinâ to be sorry âbout.â Gabe waved his hand and then pointed at Buckyâs plate. âYou eatinâ that?âÂ
Bucky just shook his head and pushed his plate towards Gabe, a somber state overtaking his body. You did feel a little bad. But you also knew that Gabe wasnât affected by sympathies and that he was happy at Sunflower - though he preferred the street over the beds here. While he had spent just another day existing, he had simultaneously opened Buckyâs eyes to the severity of making stories like his more known.Â
By now you were pretty confident, Bucky would choose the homeless as recipients for his companyâs fundraiser sum. But he surprised you by getting involved with the people here over and over again, willing to learn and to understand.Â
The walk to your apartment building that evening was awfully quiet. Bucky had insisted he walk on the street side of the sidewalk, buried his hands in his coat pockets, and shut up ever since.
You knew he was contemplating, letting the day play on repeat in his mind. He probably had a lot of questions, a lot of frustration, and worry. Nothing unfamiliar to you, but something youâd learned to deal with ever since helping out at Sunflower.Â
âDonât feel bad,â you said when you stopped in front of the familiar brick building you called home.Â
âHow?â
âFeeling bad isnât helping them. You have the power to change things.â It was an awfully dry response, but the truth hurt sometimes.Â
Bucky just looked at you through hooded eyes, a knowing nod shaking his features as he watched slowly take a step back toward your front door.Â
âThank you,â he suddenly released - steady and calm. âFor taking me. For helping me see...âÂ
You couldnât help yourself. The confession overwhelmed you. Knowing you had succeeded in showing him what was so important to you overwhelmed you. You leaped forward and slung your arms around him, pressing tightly into his chest.Â
Buckyâs arms found their way around you in an instant, the hug conveying so much more than just a goodbye. It was a âthank youâ a âthis means the world to meâ.
After about a minute, you leaned up to him and placed a kiss to his cheek. âIâm also glad you took the deal, Bucky.â You whispered into his ear, feeling the smile on his face on your cheek.Â
When he finally released you, it seemed like the spell was gone. Bucky was back to burying his hands in his pockets, only the faint remnants of a smile hinting towards your earlier interaction. You hadnât realized how much this would affect him. You had forgotten how long you fought with yourself until you could act normal around the people at Sunflower yourself.Â
âDo you want to come up?â You threw your thumb over your shoulder at the entrance of the building with a lopsided smile. âDonât want that cheap bottle of merlot to go bad.â
Buckyâs eyes brightened underneath the street lights and the wide boyish grin returned to his face. âWe canât have that, can we?â
â â â
To say Buckyâs heart had skipped a beat at your invitation would have been an understatement. It did somersaults and ended with an impressive backflip. Heâd not expected a move from your side. Especially, since the last time he had picked you up, the universe had flipped him the bird by sending two of his former one-night-stands your way. He had been able to shake them off before they were able to yell at him or reveal more of what their connection to him was. But that marked the first time he was a little embarrassed by his late endeavors. You had acted like nothing happened, but since that night, Bucky hadnât stopped wondering what you thought of him.Â
You lead him up the narrow staircase to a red wooden door, the color chipping by the floor as an indicator of having to kick it to open sometimes. Beyond the door, it was cozy and warm. Every corner of your place had a memory placed in it - a self-made quilt or a photograph. When you walked through it, Bucky could feel the love and time this place had seen.Â
It was nothing like his own apartment: a penthouse standing high above the city, with sleek black surfaces and cold marble wherever you reached. Here, he felt the need to take his shoes off, to feel the fuzzy carpets on the scratched-up wooden floors. Your place wasnât sterile like his, it felt... like a good hug.Â
Bucky snorted as the result of a breath he released. Never before had he cared about what his place lacked. It was expensive and pristine, clean and big. And even though your apartment was about the size of his living room, it had so much more to offer.Â
âThe living room is right through there, you can choose a movie if you like.â Your voice called out from somewhere Bucky assumed to be the kitchen as he kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the rust-colored sofa that had more pillows than necessary. It was super comfortable, though. And the lack of space due to the pillows forced you to sit a little closer to him, so he wasnât complaining.
âYour place is... cute.â He stated as you handed him a glass of wine and laughed.Â
âItâs a shoebox but I do love it very much. Probably nothing compared to what youâre used to.â
Bucky shook his head and took a sip. The wine did taste cheap, but he did not care. âBigger isnât always better.â His arm was spread on the backrest but your whole body was turned to him. âIt has a lot of character.â
âOh god, please stop, youâre just making it sound worse.â Your hand came up to hide your face but your smile peeked through the gesture.Â
Bucky laughed. âI didnât mean it condescendingly. I really do like it. Reminds me of my childhood home.â
âAre you close with your family?â Bucky was surprised by the question. Maybe it was because his friends never talked about his family, or because the peers he hung out with tended to discuss business rather than sentimental. But he realized that nobody had asked him about it for a long time.
And so he began talking. Bucky talked about his parents and how both of them died early in his life. He told you how close he was with his sister until she got adopted into another family. He spoke about his childhood with Steve and how theyâd met Sam and Tony in college, about the night they had the idea for Shield Protective Services, and finally the day he was told his sister had passed away.Â
Throughout his story, you had leaned into him closer, hanging onto his every word until your hand had to support your body on his thigh and Bucky suddenly stopped talking.Â
Your glasses were emptied, the bottle as well, and Bucky gulped when he felt the heat from your hand travel throughout his entire body.Â
âSo... thatâs my story.â He had to clear his throat to gain his usual timber back, his hands becoming sweaty when you blinked next to him. âWhat about you, dove?â
âDove?â You smiled, yet intrigued by the name that had slipped past his lips in the trance of the moment. Heâd only ever called you that in his thoughts. Attributed the nickname to you the second he realized it was the most fitting one of them all.Â
âYou donât like it?â He asked, his arm slipping towards your shoulder ever so slightly.Â
âI like it.â You smiled. âI just want to know... why this one?â
A hush of giddiness crawled up his throat when he thought about his answer. It was the way you had welcomed him so easily into this world of yours. How you were willing to show him the things precious to you. That you trusted him with this very opportunity to help. Every day he spent with you he felt it, found that between coding his new security program and meeting with Hydra enterprises, its somber reality sent him into a feeling of breathing fresh air. You created a button that turned off the noise in his head. âBecause you bring me peace.â
Your eyes stared at him in wonder when he tilted your chin with his thumb and index finger. There was appreciation and happiness, he could see it, feel it.Â
Bucky was entranced by your stare when your voice whispered a response to him: âThatâs the sweetest thing Iâve ever been told.â
You leaned forward and Buckyâs heart threatened to jump out of his chest, and then your face fell into his chest, your arms encasing him in the warmest hug heâd ever received. He willed his pulse to slow and wrapped his arms around you tightly. A little humbled and a little confused, but appreciative of the situation nonetheless.Â
You stayed like this when you chose a movie to watch. Even after an hour, Buckyâs grip didnât loosen. He peered down at you on his chest and watched as you fell asleep. And when he was sure you were far away in your slumber, he pressed a warm kiss to your head, lingering in the scent of your shampoo. Â
â â â
Bucky stared at his computer screen as the pen in his hand clicked on his glass desk in perfect rhythm. The Shelter website displayed on the surface, portraying a brighter version of the sign you had dragged him to that very first day.Â
But it wasnât the heartfelt story behind the building or the way his pen clicked slightly more hollow every other tap because he turned it too much that had him zoned out at work. It was - as unbelievable as it sounded - a woman. Not just any, no. You.Â
âHey, I need a signature from you for this design draft.â Steve dropped his notepad on the desk, then rounded it and settled behind Bucky who had yet to recognize his presence.Â
âThis your charity suggestion?â He questioned with his hands on his friendâs office chair.Â
Bucky nodded absentmindedly. Perhaps it was because he had decided to support your suggestion the second you had taken his hand on his way to the subway. Or maybe he was just letting his mind roam freely again. Mainly because it was a safe bet to call you into memory and he liked the feeling it provided.Â
A pale hand waved in front of his face. âEarth to Bucky.â Steve snapped his fingers, making the brunette jump. âYou seem oddly distracted.â
He had been thinking about you. Of course, he had. There seemed to be nothing else he could do lately. Every time Bucky read through his reports, he imagined what your voice would sound like reading them to him. Whenever he went down to IT, he envisioned the room decorated with your flowers and how much happier they would make the place. When he sat in a meeting with HR and watched their burnt-out faces stare back at him through their coffee haze, he wondered if you could make them as lively as you made him.Â
Bucky could - so he realized after weeks of denial - not escape you.Â
That was one thing. But the more chilling revelation was that he did not mind. He enjoyed the little admonitions his mind set out in his environment. He appreciated the quickening thumb in his chest, whenever he saw his calendar entries stating another meeting with you - so much so that he almost forgot how unusual it was for him.Â
It was crazy. A month ago, if someone had dared to tell him heâd be finding something more than his regular flings, he would have laughed in their face. In fact, he actually did a few days before he met you.Â
Bucky didnât know what kind of magical spell youâd put on him, but within a few weeks, heâd started to become a different man. A better version of his thought-to-be-marvelous self. Now he realized what he was missing: a counterpart, someone who made life seem dull without them by his side. He wasnât going to admit it to Sam or Steve immediately, but the idea of you being that very someone became more attractive each day.Â
âJust a lot to do with the gala and all...â Bucky trailed off and spun around to Steve.Â
âYou know, I never took you for an event manager...â The blonde grinned and his eyes lit up in the office light. âDonât take this the wrong way, I like seeing you try something new, but this feels very... out of place.â
âBut you also know I never back down from a challenge. And Iâll be damned if Nat has something to hold against me for life.â
Steveâs head tipped forward. âWe both know that woman has blackmail material for two lifetimes on us.Â
âShe really does.â Bucky sighed and then slumped back in his chair, the little issue he had been hiding from his best friend gnawing on his mind.Â
He thought about Steve and Bambi and how he had just asked her to marry him. Sheâd said yes, of course, nobody expected otherwise. Steve - of all people - was living a magical fairytale life with the woman of his dreams. And here Bucky was, thinking he had figured it all out with women and relationships - or rather that he never wanted one - yet he found himself wondering why that decision bugged him so much when you came into the picture.Â
âCan I ask you something?â Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, not believing he was really going to ask Steve for dating advice.
âAlways.â
âHow did you know that Bambi was the one?â A stupid question, really. Bucky already knew there was nobody like you. But it was best to start this conversation off lightly.
Steve smiled widely again, his cheeks tinted pink. âWell, I couldnât stop thinking about her. And not in an I havenât touched a woman in years kind of way... I couldnât stop. Every second of every day, I imagined her with me. The thought of her made me happier even before she knew how I felt about her. And, well, it also hurt like hell when I thought she didnât return my feelings... when she refused to talk to me for a day...â He cleared his throat and then eyed Bucky again. âWhy do you want to know?â
âNothing in particular. I was just wondering and I needed material for my best man speech.â But the blonde didnât buy it. He caught Buckyâs chair when he attempted to turn away, pulling him right back in front of him. âAre you dating someone? Is it that woman from the flower shop?â
How did he know about you? âNo??â Bucky squinted at Steve.Â
âYou know if you wanted advice, I do consider myself an expert to some extent now.â Bucky wanted to wipe the smug grin right off his friendâs face.Â
âYouâre an idiot.â He stood up and paced to the window.
âOh come on, Buck.â Steve followed suit, the playful grin ever present. âYou teased me for years about my love life, canât be mad now.â
âIâm not mad.â He was annoyed.Â
They stood by the glass front for a while, watching the busy city unfold beneath them in the glow of the rising sun. Bucky could feel his friendâs eyes stare at him though. And after another moment of silence, the blonde finally spoke. âYou should ask her out.â
âWhat?â He faced him again.Â
âYou like her. I can tell. And youâve never acted like this about a woman, let alone put so much effort into a relationship. I know itâs not your style, but I think it would do you good to at least try.â
âThe effort is for the gala.â Bucky corrected.Â
âRight. Because thatâs your thing... charity galas.â Steve squeezed Buckyâs shoulder and then tapped it and then he made his way to the door. âIâm not going to tell you what to do, but I really wish you would listen to your heart and not be a stubborn dickhead for once. This could be something life-changing - something great. And itâs your choice whether you welcome it or not.â
Life changing. Bucky didnât like the sound of that. He liked to be in control of the situation and rule over his own life. However that aspect seemed to have left the building when you entered.Â
He huffed. There you were back on his mind again, and he felt the tingle creep up his throat. There was no denying it. What Steve had described with Bambi was what Bucky had with you.Â
With a shake of his head, he grabbed his coat, told Nat heâd be back in an hour, and then pressed the button for the elevator. He would deny it if Steve ever dared to take pride in convincing him to do so, but heâd also be damned if he didnât at least try to find out if you felt the same.Â
â â â
There was a burly-looking stranger standing at the counter when Bucky entered your shop. He had willed the traitorous voice in his head to silence all the way here. But now that he saw the handsome older man taking all your attention to the point you hadnât even noticed him stepping in over the customer's broad shoulders, the heat began to bubble up again.Â
Bucky wanted to tell himself you wouldnât prefer the salt-and-pepper-bearded man over him. But to be honest, he didnât even know what your type was. Yes, you had cuddled on your sofa just the other night, but since Bucky wouldnât consider himself an expert in anything other than one-night stands, it could have been a friendly gesture for all he knew.Â
âWould that be all for you?â You asked the man and handed him his chance. Bucky watched as his thumb grazed over your hand, feeling a tinge of anger starting to consume him. Â
âThatâs all. Thank you, sweetheart.â
âI hope to see you again soon, sir.â
âOh, you can bet on it.â He winked then turned, nodded to Bucky in a brief greeting, and then exited the shop. Buckyâs eyes lingered on the door for a while longer. He took deep breaths as his jaw clenched and the bell above the entrance fell silent.Â
âHey.â A warm hand touched his arm, pulling him right back to your eyes. And just like that, the anger washed away a little. There were just you and him in your tiny oasis amid Brooklyn. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine.â He forced a smile, but the frown on his face probably betrayed him. âJust thought that man was a little inappropriate.âÂ
âHeâs just a sweet man buying flowers for his wife.â Your eyes glimmered with mischief when you bit your lip. âBucky... are you jealous?â
Oh, hell no.
âJealous?â Bucky wasnât jealous. He couldnât be. There was nothing to be jealous of. He had no claim to you. Even if he really wished he did. And yet that man had angered him with only the touch of his hand. That was the only thing heâd ever get. Bucky knew what it felt like to have you in his arms, how your body lotion settled in his nose, how your head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck. âNo.â
âBut you should not be so naĂŻve, dove. Married men are also flirting... and cheating.â
A short laugh escaped your throat before you caught yourself again and Buckyâs heart began doing that funny somersault thing. âNot to burst your bubble or anything, but I do know how the real world works.â You crossed your arms before your chest. âBesides, what do you care if he did ask me out? Maybe it has been a lifelong dream of mine to be a mistress.â
âItâs not. And I donât. I just think you deserve someone better than a cheater.â
âOh, like who? The percentage of good guys in this city is disappointingly low.â
Bucky snorted, guided by the excitement in his chest he opened his arms. âPlease, I could name at least five guys off the top of my head who are better than whatever that was.â His left hand flailed in the direction of the door, referring to the previous customer.Â
âName one.â
âMe.â
The surprise sprung onto your features faster than Bucky realized what he had said. âWhat?âÂ
Well, this was certainly not the way he had planned to ask you out today. Damn jealousy. The only way for this to not be embarrassing was to own up to it now. It was what he had come here for after all, right?
Bucky looked directly into your eyes, his expression sincere and determined. "Yes, me. I may not have everything figured out, but I do know one thing: I care about you. I've seen the way you light up a room, the kindness you show to everyone around you. You deserve someone who sees that, who appreciates it.â
Your eyes softened when you shook your head, averting your gaze to the ground. âI donât know, Bucky.â
He bit the insides of his cheeks, instantly hoping youâd say something else. Anything that would show him there was a chance you would change your mind. The silence was all-consuming, but he kept his mouth shut, careful not to fuck it up once again.Â
âBucky, I appreciate your honesty, I really do. But I don't think it's a good idea.â
Bucky's brows furrowed, his confidence wavering as your soft refusal hit him. "What do you mean, you don't know?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of frustration. He struggled to keep his composure, the unfamiliar feeling of rejection gnawing at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he searched for the right thing to say. His jaw tensed, betraying the hurt he felt deep down. "Forget it," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. With a curt nod, he turned on his heel, his disappointment palpable in the air as he made his exit, leaving you to contemplate his unexpected confession.
â â â
âWhy, donât you just look precious!â You bent down and picked up Samâs daughter, Darla, who had eagerly stormed through the door as soon as heâd opened it because she wasnât quite tall enough to reach the handle yet.Â
âYou... Iâve missed you soooo much.â You nuzzled her into your chest and pretended to squeeze real tight.Â
âCome play dragons with me!â The little one squirmed and then hopped off in her tiny knight costume.
âNothing I would rather do,â you singsonged and then mouthed a âsheâs grown so muchâ to Sam before he closed the door with a shake of his head.Â
âI know... she just does it without my permission. Unbelievable.â
About ten minutes later, you sat on the living room floor with a bunch of stuffed dragons, you had been instructed to play. Samâs daughter was happily fighting the stuffies with her wooden sword and his husband handed you a cup of coffee with a smile.Â
âSo how have things been?â Matt sat down on the sofa and Sam instantly wrapped his arm around him. Your eyes lingered on the interaction for a second before your gaze wandered back to Darla.Â
âOh, you know, business as usual. The shop is doing very well... the shelters are holding up.â You smiled at her and then made a dragon fall backward in defeat.Â
âHm...â He frowned. âThatâs weird... I had a feeling it was getting better soon.â
You smiled tight-lipped and wondered if you had butchered it all with your stubbornness. Matt wasnât clairvoyant or anything crazy like it. But the joke of his other senses being heightened due to his impaired vision had carried on forever. And even though you never believed in supernatural magical things, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe, there was a hunch of truth to it nonetheless. He had been right about many other things after all.Â
âI donât know,â you sighed and Darla excused herself to her room to âget more toysâ. âExcept for the shop, everything else seems to go a little downhill right now.â
âBut you have been seeing someone, no?â Matt tilted his head and Sam squeezed his shoulder in an attempt to make him stop.Â
âBabe, do we need to talk about appropriate prying again?âÂ
âSorry,â Matt blushed, âOccupational hazard.â
You laughed and then turned serious again. âI have... but to be honest, I doubt it will have a future. Itâs - I donât know - it just seems a little too good to be true.â
âItâs been Bucky youâve been seeing, hasnât it?â Sam chimed in with a calm deep voice, making your attention snap to him. Your heart began to race at the mention of Buckyâs name.Â
âHow did you know?â
His fingers lifted in air quotes âA gorgeous girl with a flower shop in Brooklyn that somehow tries to convince him to donate to Sunflower shelters? You did not make it hard, honey.â
âHe... he talks to you about me?â Well, that changes things, you thought as you watched Sam reassure you with a small smile.Â
"More like a little birdy told me...." Sam shrugged. âWhat happened?â He leaned forward slightly, his eyes holding concern.
âIsnât it obvious? I donât want to be one of his many trophies. And Iâm scared, I just made the chase attractive by not putting out immediately.â Your eyes turned glassy. âWhat if he will lose interest when I do.â Your voice broke, making you almost whisper the last part into the living room. âBecause I really really want to...â
Matt cleared his throat. âIf it helps anything... I have a feeling you are not going to be just another one-night stand.â
âAnd why is that?â
âIâve never seen him like this.â Sam chimed in. âSo butthurt about a girl or even put effort in a relationship that would only become a one night stand - which it is not - he wants more, he needs more. He sees a future with you. And as much as his bad-boy demeanor has made that pretty unbelievable in the past, he is changing. I just know, and itâs about time that he aims for peace and quiet and love and comfort.â
Turning your head with a suspicious grin, you answered: âIs Matt contagious? Because that sounded one hell of a lot like a prediction to me.â
Sam just shook his head with a smile, scooted forward on the sofa, and then took your hands in his. âBelieve me when I say this: You are so amazing. And not even a douchebag like Bucky could deny it. Yes, he has had his fair share of women in the past, and he can be the most stubborn dickhead in all of New York City, but heâs not stupid. He knows something valuable when he sees it. And you, love, have given him the most precious thing heâs ever had.â
You held eye contact for a short moment, letting your friendâs words sink in and warm you from the inside until the butterflies in your stomach began to tingle. As much as you wanted to refuse, you had shown him love and acceptance every step of the way. And Bucky? Bucky had tried so hard to impress you. He had done so many things just for you, to spend time with you.
You just wrote it off as a means to get you to sleep with him. But at this point, that argument was farfetched. Because throughout the time you spent together, his presence was pleasant, casual, and... wanted.Â
âSo what do I do now?â You said with determination, making a smile spark on both Samâs and Mattâs faces.
â â â
âSo, Barnes is unusually grumpy tonight.â Bucky heard Tony say when he came back from the bathroom, jamming his glas on the table to announce he was listening. âDid you get cockblocked or what?â
âShut it, Stark, or Iâll personally demonstrate your very own cockblock.â Bucky pressed through his teeth.Â
âDamn, Buck. What the hell could possibly throw you off this much?â Tony signaled for two more drinks to the bar as Bucky took a seat again.Â
Sam looked at him with a raised brow - the fucker knew what was going on. But Bucky refused to get dragged into talking about his feelings.Â
âI thought it was going good?â Steve chimed in, a question in his features. Steve, you punk. Shut up!
Bucky knew he was referring to the bouquets of flowers that subtly decorated the office now. First his own desk, then the kitchen. And when Nat had grown suspicious, he proceeded to place them on her desk to have her stop asking questions.Â
It wasnât his doing - not this time. You had just given him a bouquet of the flowers you couldnât sell anymore every time you met. And Bucky couldnât bring himself to throw them out. They also reminded him of you and were a nice little distraction from work. ...Not that it mattered anymore.
âGoing good? What is going on? What are you talking about, Rogers?â
âBucky met a- ouch goddamnit!â A kick was heard from beneath the table. And when Steveâs eyes snapped over to Sam, the man just tipped his head with a warning stare. âWhat the hell, man?â
âOkay, thatâs it. I feel like you guys donât tell me anything. I need details. Now.â
âNo.â
Bucky didnât need Tony to know. In fact, Bucky didnât need anyone to know he had trouble talking to a woman. He, of all people, who never had any difficulties getting even the married ones - yeah he wasnât too proud of that... But Tony would just make everything worse. And with his patience hanging by a thread right about now, he was not willing to play with fire.Â
âBuck, we- theyâre your friends. They deserve to know, especially if things are as serious as you told me.â Bucky just stared at Steve in silence, his gaze trained on the crystal class in front of him with the amber liquid untouched. Steve always had a need to calm the storm. And maybe, Bucky would let him do it this time.Â
Truthfully, Bucky couldnât imagine a life without you anymore. His friends would sooner or later hear about you - if he had not fucked it up entirely. So, it was better to rip the band-aid off now than peel it back painfully slow in the future.Â
He crossed his arms and exchanged a brief glance with the blonde, and Steve understood that he was allowed to proceed.Â
âBucky met someone. Heâs organizing the charity gala this year and sheâs the florist doing the flower arrangements.â He had never noticed it before, but ever since Bambi had entered Steveâs life, his best friendâs fable for romance became more and more apparent to Bucky.Â
âSheâs also helped him find a cause to donate to. Sheâs been taking him to the Shelter she has worked at for years,â Sam chimed in and Bucky didnât even question where he got his information from anymore. Steve and he had always been close, and though Bucky didnât believe Steve would tell Sam his most private conversations, Sam always had a way of finding out.Â
âEvent planning? Florist? Who are you and what have you done to Bucky?â Tony looked seriously stunned, But Bucky didnât expect anything less than incomprehension. He had always been the only one in the group Tony could relate to and talk to when it came to women and lifestyles. Now, that very thing was slipping away.Â
Bucky just shrugged, uncertain how to answer. It was true: He had changed quite a bit ever since meeting you. But they weren't bad changes. He actually liked them.Â
Steve cleared his throat. âI thought things were going great, just the other day he talked about asking her out. And there were all these flowers in the office, I just assumed...â
âYeah well, they werenât.â Bucky interrupted as he felt the frustration creep back up. There were so many new feelings mixing within him that he didnât know what to do with them.Â
âWell itâs good to have you back, I guess. Canât imagine how that wouldâve turned out.â Tonyâs hand landed on Buckyâs shoulder, who immediately brushed it off.Â
âWhat do you mean âturned outâ?â
His head swayed from left to right and his hands turned outward. âWell, we all agree it would have never worked out right? Youâre not the one for relationships and she was clearly using you for that charity money.â
What the actual fuck?
âYou donât know her. So donât you dare assume anything about her.â Bucky sprung up, his hands hitting the table with a thump. âDove has the kindest, most beautiful soul on this earth.â He wouldnât let Tony, of all people, insult you. Not you. Not his dove. And, yes, maybe it also hurt a little that his friend did not believe Bucky could change for something truly important. And maybe it scratched his ego that this might have been the reason for your rejection the other day. But all of that seemed unimportant now.Â
âLook at you growing all protective.â
âTony.â Steveâs condescending tone rumbled over the booth.Â
A look at Tony and Bucky wanted to smack the smirk off his face. Another look at Sam, whose eyes had grown soft with empathy. And one last look at Steve, whoâd only wanted him to be as happy as him. Damn it.Â
âYou wouldnât fucking know what Iâm talking about, Stark.â
And then he stormed out of the Ironbar and into the night, head fuming, heart racing, and only one thing on his mind.Â
â â â
You were pretty sure Bucky would have kicked your door down had you not opened it the second time he wrapped his fist against it. Now he was standing in front of you, cheeks reddened from the cool night air, chest rising with deep breaths, but still devilishly handsome.Â
âHey, Bucky!â You smiled until you noticed the irritated look in his eyes. âWhat are you doing here?â
He seemingly ignored you, stepping into your home and then turning once you closed the door. âDo you think I can change?â
âWhat?â
âDo you believe I could change? That I could become the person you would date?â His eyes were pleasing, his head cocked to the side - fidgedy.
âIs... is this about the other day?â
Bucky looked nervous, vulnerable even. âJust answer my question, please.â
âI believe everyone has the ability to change. But I also know not everyone wants to.â You looked at your hands, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
âThen why... why do you think I havenât. Through all the times weâve gone to the shelter, through all the conversations. Iâve never had that with someone before... what I have with you.â
There it was. You knew you had to talk to him about it sooner or later. Sam and Matt had suggested as much. You just didn't know it would be this soon.
âBucky, I just donât want to end up as one of the women passing you on the street, throwing side eyes at the newest one youâre having on your arm.â Yeah... that encounter had been a rather awkard one. Not to mention how nervous you were that night, hopig Bucky had only played it cool in order to protect you.
âSee, but that wouldnât happen to you, dove. It wouldnât. Because I realized that you are the reason that makes me want to change.â Bucky's gaze softened as he spoke, his tone gentle yet resolute he stepped closer. âI'm not perfect, but I promise you this: I'll always try my best for you. So, yeah, maybe it's a long shot, but I think I could be good for you. And if you'd give me the chance, I'd love to show you.â He took your hands in his, then closed his eyes and came even closer. âI know I'd treat you right.â
Throughout his confession, your gaze never faltered from his face. You could feel the desperate honesty in his tone, in the way his hands lightly trembled. He was scared, and he lay that emotion in your hands - for you to do whatever you needed with it.Â
Your voice was shaky when you answered, a light hue of shame fogging the question on the tip of your tongue. âBut how do I know...?â That this is not what youâre telling every woman in this godforsaken city?Â
But Bucky understood. Because apparently that pull you'd had toward him had been there for a reason. âBecause the things you make me feel scare me.â His face was mere inches from yours now, you could see every speck of color in his irises. âThey scare me because Iâve never felt them before. Every time Iâm not with you, I think of you. In every situation I am in alone, I imagine how much more exciting it would be with you in it. Iâm going crazy. Iâm lost without you, dove.â
A single tear ran down your face at his confession. This moment felt so raw, his words so sincere. But most importantly, it made your heart pound with excitement.Â
âWill you be mine?â His forehead leaned against yours, his hands moving up your arms and to your neck. âPlease say yes,â he whispered and his breath tickled your nose.Â
He just felt so right. Bucky felt right in your home, in your arms, in your life. âYes.â You finally answered and as soon as the syllable left your mouth, his lips came crashing onto yours.Â
Within seconds, Bucky had you pressed against the door. His hands held your face lovingly, his hands warm and big on your skin. The kiss was deep and so unbelievably pure, it punched the breath from your lunges the second your lips connected. And suddenly you knew that Buckyâs words held far less emptiness than you had feared. Nobody could kiss like this and not be sincere. At least you hoped it to be true because once youâd gotten a taste, you knew you would never want to try anything else. You could get drunk off him. Forever.
Your hands wandered beneath Buckyâs coat, settling in the warmth of his back beneath the thick wool and feeling the muscles ripple when he pulled you even closer.Â
You sighed into him because the moment felt so right, so perfect, so tailored to the two of you and Bucky brushed his tongue over your bottom lip. The tingle from the gesture traveled down your spine. Before you could hold yourself back, you let his touch swallow you whole.Â
â â â
Bucky moaned, a feeling so warm and enjoyable taking over his body with every breath you stole from him. He had wanted for this to happen for weeks. And the real thing did not disappoint.Â
Your hands roamed his back until they hooked onto his shoulders and began shrugging off his coat. He tried hard to keep your lips on his during the action, not wanting to miss a single moment without them anymore. You were here, you were his, and it was perfect.Â
âBucky,â you whimpered when his thigh made its way between your legs. A move so instinctually feeling for him. But all the other women heâd been with before only seemed like practice now. Preparation to be the best lover youâve ever had and ever will have. Because you were the real thing, the grand prize, the best person to ever happen to him.Â
You ground down on his legs in rhythmic motions, Bucky could feel the heat seeping through his expensive dress pants and it made him feel even hotter. He pushed his leg higher, reveling in the sounds that came from your lips and the very knowledge he was the one providing this pleasure. There was nothing more exhilarating.Â
But still, it wasnât enough. âThere are too many layers of clothes between us, dove,â his wet breath brushed against your cheek as he pulled his thigh back for you to take off your jeans.Â
âYouâre so right.â You grinned and then pulled them down in one swift motion only to reveal a pink pear of panties underneath.Â
In an instant, his body was pressed to yours again, his lips attaching to yours like magnets - he couldnât get enough of the taste of you. But instead of placing his leg right back to get you that delicious friction, his hand began traveling down your front until it disappeared in your underwear.Â
If you were any other woman, Bucky wouldâve gone down on you. He would have dropped to his knees and eaten you out because he knew it was the fastest way heâd make you come. And he took pride in the fact that the women he was with always had at least one orgasm more than him. But he didnât do so with you.Â
Why?
Because Bucky Barnes got high off of your lips, and he couldnât possibly imagine not seeing your face, feeling your mouth shape in a silent scream when he would make you come for the first time.Â
So his hand had to do for now. His fingers slipped past the thin pink cotton and over your mound to gather your slickness. He gasped when he reached your heated core. âYouâre so wet for me, love. So ready.â He pecked the corner of your lips. âSo perfect.â
âYes!â You whined and pressed your pussy into his touch. Bucky immediately started to trace circles on your clit. He took his time to find the motions with which your breath staggered, or your fists clenched in his shirt. With every whimper, every stroke of his hand, he felt his dick strain his pants a little more - the aching exciting him for when he could finally sink into you.Â
âShit, donât stop. Iâm so close.â
âI donât plan on ever stopping.â He growled into your mouth, his hand movements becoming more frantic, the wet noises filling your apartment. Frankly, Bucky didnât believe he could ever stop giving you pleasure and having you writhe in his arms with deep sighs. Not until he knew how you sounded cumming on his hand, on his face, on his dick, on the sofa, on the bed, and every other surface he could possibly imagine. Your body was like ecstasy.
Your walls began to clench around his fingers, every drag becoming harder as he imagined his cock being squeezed by you instead. âThere you go, Baby. Thatâs it.â
âOH MY GOD!â You screamed as your hand pulled on his hair, your body growing rigid with pleasure and Bucky kissed every curse word from your lips.Â
After a minute, he slowly pulled his hand back, the other caressing the skin on your cheek. âAre you okay?â He whispered, his eyes boring into yours in genuine concern.Â
âAre you kidding? Iâm more than okay. That was incredible.â Bucky couldnât help the small chuckle from leaving his lips at your praise.Â
âYou look really fucking pretty when you come.â
âIâm glad. Because I want you to make me do it again.â You kissed his cheek. âAnd again.â And then you gently stroked his cock through his pants. âAnd again.â
And the second you said that Bucky pulled you onto the floor with him. He took his time removing your clothes, kissed the trial of your bra strap all the way down your shoulder, licked and bit at your hips all the way down to your ankles where he finally pulled off your underwear and pressed his lips to the soft skin of your leg. And when you were fully naked, he paused. Buckyâs eyes roamed your body, taking in every divot, every mark and curve of yours.
He sat back on his haunches, his head getting dizzy when the butterflies took over. âGod, youâre so beautiful,â Bucky softly wheezed, his hand slowly stroking your leg as you lay spread out in front of him.Â
âCome here.â You gestured with your arms open, welcoming him in your embrace with a wide smile. Bucky supported his weight with his arms on either side of your head and let your hands bury in his hair. He closed his eyes letting the warmth of your touch overtake him. Your thumbs stroked over his brows before you whispered: âLook at me.â
âYeah?â
âIâm sorry I doubted you. I feel the appreciation in the way you talk to me and touch me. It was unfair of me to assume you are your reputation.â
âNo, itâs okay. Itâs not like I made it easy for you to believe me.â
You chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips. âWell, I do now.â Your eyes locked with his and a new fire lit within them.Â
âGood.â He smirked and then rolled you over so that you were straddling his waist. The cool wooden floor hit his bare back as you had bunched his shirt up on the way, now pulling it over his head and revealing your satisfied stare when your hands traced over his abs.
You shook your head and released a breath. âShame on me for refusing this for so long.â Your fingers passed his happy trail and began working on his belt. Buckyâs thumbs stroked your thighs as he watched you undress him, the tent in his pants ever so present and growing with every brush of your fingers.Â
âDonât worry, dove. We have all the time in the world to make up for it.â When his pants were off he pulled you forward again, kissing you ferociously. ââCause Iâm not planning on leaving.â
You smirked and ground down on his cock, interrupting his speech and ripping a guttural sound from his chest.Â
He had been holding back. Ever since you'd dragged him into that shelter, he had not touched a woman, because you had him hooked the second you had taken his hand on the way. And now he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from coming in his boxers like a school boy.Â
âAre you getting nervous, Bucky?â You grinned and moved again to tease him a little more.
âCan you blame me?â He clenched his jaw when you rocked forward again, his hand stilling your hips with a near-bruising grip. âIâve wanted you ever since I stepped foot in your shop.â
âYou did?â Your head cocked to the side, surprise washing over your face and his dick twitched making Buckyâs cheeks heat up.Â
âYes...â He confessed only to be attacked with your kisses again. He groaned and bucked his hips up until you were a moaning mess on top of him. His hands reached around you, settling on your ass and giving it a small clap.Â
âHand me my walled, baby. Itâs in my pants.â
âWhy?â
âWe need a condom if you donât want to keep dry-humping me.â He smirked, knowing, feeling there was nothing dry about this anymore. Your arousal was already drenching his boxers. The slick pushing him close to losing it.Â
âItâs okay. We donât have to, I have an IUD.âÂ
âAs much as I want to, we should be safe...â Bucky swallowed and averted his eyes in regret. âHave to get tested again.â
âOh, ok.â You were disappointed, he could tell. And Bucky was too. It was the first time he ever regretted all his one-night stands because he would kill to fuck you raw and feel all of you. And as hazy as your body made him, he could not ignore the fact that he did have several different sex partners before. It would have to wait a few weeks. And when he would come back clean, he would keep you in the bedroom for a week straight.
You must have noticed his misery because you leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then you scooched back and retrieved the condom from his wallet. Bucky held his breath when your fingers hooked into his waistband. And when you pulled them down, his cock stood proud and thick with precum already pearling from his tip.Â
He reached for the shiny packet in your hand but you pulled your arm up, your eyes stuck on his cock. âLet me.â
âOkay,â he breathed out as he watched you rip the packet. His shaft twitched when your careful hands rolled the condom over him, another bead of precum dripping into the condom and before he could collect himself, you rubbed your pussy all over him, coating him in your arousal.Â
Buckyâs hands turned into fists at your sides as he watched you finally sink down on him - inch by inch, your heat welcomed him, his body sparking with pleasure all over. You moaned in unison when he was fully seated inside you, his cock being hugged tightly in your warmth - heâd barely held it together then.Â
You planted your hands on his abdomen and rocked forward, sending the both of you reeling. It took a second for Bucky to collect himself. His eyes closed and his nose huffing, he reminded himself of what he had promised you and what he wanted his first time with you to be. When he opened his eyes again, his hands moved over your body with determination. One setting over your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers, the other began tracing tight circles on your clit.Â
Your head fell back, a vision of ecstasy and pleasure unfolding before him when he sent you over the edge a second time. He slowed your hips on his and rubbed your pussy with his thumb. He needed you to come again. And then again, and he had to hold out for that long. But the way your chest heaved, the light sheen of sweat forming on your skin, made his plan more than difficult.Â
It took all of Buckyâs willpower to pull you off his cock and push you to his legs. He sat up and kissed up your neck until he reached your lips. âWhat are you doing?â
âGiving you what you asked for.â He mumbled against your skin and then licked over your nipple, the other being caressed by his fingers. His free hand found its place right between your legs again and when you moaned lowly, he slipped two fingers inside you.Â
Your pussy was squelching, the lewd sound traveling across the living room as Bucky worked you towards another release. You were already squirming in his hands again. Your fists pulled at his roots, sending a shiver straight to his cock when you leaned his head back. âYouâre amazing.â Your breath was hot, fanning over his lips only to be replaced by them again. His tongue slipped inside and mimicking the movement of his fingers in your pussy.Â
âRight back at ya, dove. I can't wait to be inside you again.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
âFor you to come again.â He bit your lip and sped up his fingers already feeling you squeeze him tightly. âSo youâre satiated when I come deep inside you, feeling you squeeze me with that perfect pussy of yours until you see stars.â
âShitshitshit. Iâm coming!â A series of curses flew past him when you pulsed around his fingers, gushing all over his hand and lap until he finished rocking you through your third orgasm.Â
âFuck,â Bucky licked your juices off his fingers and his eyes rolled back into his head.Â
âI donât think I have another in me, Bucky.â
âDonât worry, love. I got you.â And with that he hooked your legs around his waist, falling forward until you were with your back to the floor, Bucky hovering over you and aligning his length with your entrance.Â
He couldnât wait anymore, in one swift motion, Bucky fully bottomed out until his balls hit your ass. And when he was confident you were comfortable, he set a relentless pace. He had been on the edge this entire time. You had almost made him come just having him watch you let go. But there was nothing like the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly, your body writhing beneath his, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and nails raking down his back.Â
âYou feel so good,â he grunted and you just moaned in response.
âLook at me, please.â His hand turned your face. âI need to see you.âÂ
Bucky snapped his hips into yours even faster, your walls already clenching tightly around him and he threatened to burst. Your eyes opened and fell to his and Bucky couldnât stop his orgasm from ripping through him anymore. His strokes stuttered, his balls tightened, but he held eye contact with you, searching your hand behind his back to lock your fingers with his.Â
The white pleasure exploded within him, elevated by your own peak hitting with full force. He kissed you then, feeling like he was somewhere between heaven and your living room floor. His mind was consumed by you, his body tingling in aftershocks as he rocked you through your highs.Â
His damp chest fell into yours when you came down. He rolled on his back, taking you with him, pressed deeply into his body, his cock still buried inside you. Buckyâs chest was heaving, the last remnants of pleasure sparkling in his nerves. He kissed your hand and cuddled you closer.Â
This was what he was made for. To be with you, to be consumed by your affection and warmth.Â
He smoothed over your head and felt your lashes flutter on his skin. His heart was blooming with contentment - all the fear heâd felt to commit was miles away, lost somewhere between the Ironbar and your doorstep. There was nothing he was more sure of.Â
âLet me do this right. Let me take you out.â He whispered into your hair with a smile, trying to remember a time heâd ever been this happy.Â
You snorted as your hand gently stroked over his chest. âBucky, youâre literally ballsdeep inside of me right now.â
Bucky chuckled as well, his hand rubbed down your bare back in a soothing motion when he kissed your head. âNothing like a convincing argument, huh.â
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No one knows who writes the Hawkins High Tattler. It comes out every week, without fail, has for almost two decades. Everyone reads it, even teachers, even parents. It's caused more the one suspension, grounding, and even--famously--a shipping off to boarding school.
Steve's never let the Tattler get to him much. He's in it, of course, practically a new story every week. But it's just silly gossip.
Of course, Steve is also, currently, the titular Tattler, so. It's not like he's surprised when his name shows up.
It's his third year, his last year, and he knows everything that ever goes on at Hawkins High. It's pretty easy, honestly. Everyone thinks he's ditzy and vapid; nothing more than hairspray and polos. People will say anything around him, assuming he's not listening or not interested, and then bam. It's in next week's Tattler. No one even suspects him.
The confessions locker probably helps. Down by the theater, busted and unusable, the perfect place for people to leave tips, to tattle on their friends (or enemies, as the case may be).
That's what he's doing right now, checking the confessions locker. After 9:30 on a Friday night, the place silent as the tomb, perfect time for it. Pretty standard fare this week. The only thing of interest is that Eddie Munson was the person who broke all Ms. Click's pencils and left the stubs on her desk. This one, he laughs at, can't wait to publish it; can't wait to talk to Munson about it.
He gets a lot of stuff about Eddie. Most of it he doesn't publish because it's bullshit about satanic rituals--the nerdy kids he babysits play dnd, and there's no way Karen Wheeler is letting anything satanic happen in her basement--or about his sexuality, and one thing Steve doesn't do is out people.
Gathering up this week's submissions, he closes the locker with a soft clink, and he swears, swears he hears the squeak of a tennis shoe on the polished tile of the floor. He freezes, heart in his throat. Nobody has been here this late before.
Seconds pass but there's only silence. Confident he's only hearing things, he heads out, the parking lot just as empty as when he arrived.
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He sees Eddie a few days later, when he's picking up the kids from the arcade. They typically exchange casual greetings, but as Steve waits, Eddie stands with him, offers him a cigarette.
"Read that was you who messed with Click's pencils. Good one."
Eddie shrugs, gives a little bow and a smile. "Happy to be of service."
"It was my class, when she found them. Never seen her so mad."
"No way," Eddie laughs. "Not even when Hagan drew dicks on all the textbooks?"
"Not even then, man. She was throwing pencil stubs everywhere."
"Fuck, sad I missed it." Eddie takes a drag, Steve's eyes following the movement, lingering on his mouth. Something warm and tingling builds at the base of his spine and he forces his gaze away.
"How long you in detention for?"
"I'm not. Swore it wasn't me, and Click doesn't want to admit she reads the Tattler, so. Not much they could do. "
"I've seen it sitting on her desk!"
"I know! She reads it when she has detention duty!"
They lean against Steve's car, laughing, and Steve feels good. This is good. He likes Eddie. He's funny and dramatic and smart and kind. He's not deserving of any of the mean things that get submitted to the Tattler.
The kids come streaming into the parking lot then, and Eddie stubs out his cigarette, says "see you around, Harrington," and Steve finds himself flushing for reasons he can't quite explain.
---
He starts seeing Eddie around way more. He's in school most days, smoking in the parking lot after the last bell, chatting with Steve in the hallways.
It shows up in the Tattler; big news that the King and the Freak are hanging out. Most of the submissions are about it, increasingly elaborate rumors about their supposedly deep, close friendship.
He wishes he could tell Eddie.
Eventually, Eddie invites him to smoke at the quarry. He doesn't hesitate to say yes, doesn't even bother to try ignoring the swoop in his stomach, the speed of his heart.
They sprawl out in the back of the van, Eddie's loud, raucous music pounding around them, sharing a joint back and forth.
Steve gets hazy, boneless, can't stop watching Eddie, the way his lips purse around the joint, his long hair glinting gold in the weak light of the camping lanterns, the pleased shine of his eyes every time he makes Steve laughs.
He likes Eddie so much. Everything about him, honestly. Butterflies ping in his stomach, happy and slow, and he thinks how nice Eddie's lips are, wonders how soft they must be. And he thinks--he's read the submissions, right--he knows the things they say about Eddie, and he wishes it was true, he wants--he wants--
He wants
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Steve's running late to check the locker. Lost track of time at the diner with Eddie, and it's making him panic.
He stuffs the submissions haphazardly into the pocket of his hoodie, dancing with nerves, willing himself to grab them all and get out.
Locker emptied, he sprints towards the exit. He has a second to process someone barreling towards him in the dark, but he's going too fast to stop, can only brace himself as they collide.
It sends him sliding across the floor, Tattler submissions spilling out of his pocket like snow. He hits the ground, scrabbling for the papers, praying that whoever is here with him can't see them in the low light.
Hands grips his biceps. "Stevie, Steve, we have to get out of here" and there's a second where he's comforted by the familiar rasp of Eddie's voice before terror spikes again.
He pulls himself from Eddie's grasp, searching for any dropped submissions in easy reach. "Wha--why--what's--"
"I ran into Jason Carver and his band of idiots at the gas station. They're on their way to here to try to catch the Tattler in action."
Steve freezes. "I don't--that's not--I--"
In the deep silence of the empty school, they both hear the slamming of a door, a bitten off giggle. Eddie grabs his wrist and they run. Into the theater room, through a door Steve didn't know existed, to the backstage area of the auditorium.
"You should be safe here," Eddie says.
Panic spirals through him. "I can explain. I was just--I forgot a--I needed--"
"Harrington! I know, okay? I already know."
Steve can only blink at him, swallows rough in his throat. "What--Eddie, I--"
"I saw you. Weeks ago. Forgot my notebook in the theater room after Hellfire and had to run back for it. You were there, at the locker."
"You can't tell anyone."
"I'm not going to."
"No, Munson, you really can't. Nobody can know. Nobody--"
"Swe--Stevie, I promise. The secret's safe with me." He rocks back on his heels, chewing on his lip for a second before he continues. " I--I couldn't figure you out, you know? I saw you around with those kids and it didn't make any sense. King Steve, babysitting tiny nerds? But I saw you at the locker and..."
"You're giving me too much credit, man."
"I don't think so. You're never--fuck, Harrington--you're never mean. At least, not in the last couple years. You spread gossip, but you don't punch down, and you're funny as hell. Mean as shit too, but only to the people who deserve it."
His ears burn and he looks down. "Just because I have fucking--fucking editorial standards doesn't mean that I'm anything special."
Eddie scoffs. "Remember, Stevie, I was reading it a year before you were here. Cruel, vapid garbage. Always the most vile, pointless stories about people who couldn't defend themselves. And how many submissions have you gotten about me, for instance, that you've never used?"
Steve clenches his fists. "I would never--"
"I know. Sweetheart, I know. That's why I li--You're so fucking good, Stevie."
He laughs, ears burning. "I'm really not, Eddie. I try to write about fun gossip that can't hurt anyone too much, and nobody's found me out because they think I'm too dumb--"
Eddie reaches out then, fingers connecting softly with the edge of Steve's jaw. He can't help but lean into the touch, eyes flickering closed.
"You don't want to hurt people because you're fucking kind. You know how I know for sure? You must get submissions every week about me, and you've never once printed that I'm--" Eddie stops then, swallowing hard.
Steve's throat goes tight. He rests his hand over Eddie's, still holding his face. "Me too," he whispers. "Kind of. I like--it's both. For me."
"Oh," Eddie breathes, mouth lifting in a bright, beautiful smile that Steve can't help but return.
He's watching, sees when Eddie's gaze drifts his lips, making his breath hitch. He doesn't really think about closing the distance between them, slotting their mouths together in a tentative, gentle kiss.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you, Steve Harrington? Eddie asks when they part.
Steve blushes. "That's sort of the last of them."
"Sure. Next you'll be telling me you've played dnd."
"I have a character."
"What???"
"Human paladin. Dustin worked on it with me. Ready to get out of here?"
"Human paladin," Eddie gapes. "You know--you said--what's happening?"
Steve twines their fingers together, leading Eddie towards the auditorium exit. "Well, first we're going to walk out to my car and then we're going to my house, and we're going to look through Tattler submissions. Maybe makeout a little bit."
Eddie giggles. "What the fuck? Like. What the fuck, sweetheart?"
He turns to face Eddie, smile big and pure and bright with happiness. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you help write this week's issue."
"Oh, oh. You're going to wreck me." Eddie mumbles, almost to himself.
"If you're lucky." Steve beams.
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#ficlet#fluff#friends to lovers#secret identity#gossip column#first kiss#getting together#steve harrington writes a gossip column#steve harrington is lady whistledown#eddie discovers steve's secret identity#they makeout about it#obviously erica becomes the tattler when she gets to high school. obviously
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Bath Time
Content: romantic, intimate sex with THE Nanami Kento (I'm willing to share him with you), unprotected sex, choking
âCome here, sweetheart. The bathâs perfect.â
Youâve had a long day â your boss was mean, blaming you for a missing file, your team were especially incompetent today, you dropped your sandwich and stubbed your toe on the freaking coffee table when you were settling down at home. It's like being stood on the edge of a cliff, having been shoved at every turn until there's nowhere left to go.
But Nanami Kento, being the best husband ever, saw the tension in your shoulders and the strain in your smile immediately. He held your face in his soothing hands and kissed your forehead, letting you know heâll run you a bath and all you could do was insist he bathe with you.Â
And, of course, he didn't turn down the invitation.
âOh, Ken,â you moan as you submerge half of your body under the weather and lean back into his chest with his legs cradling yours. Hair tired up, youâre completely bare, skin to skin, and the steam is filling your vision. The hot water is amazing but youâre still tense, burrows furrowed as you think about all the things that went wrong.Â
He hums, cupping water and letting it cascade over your body. âYou must have had a long day, my love.â
âYou have no idea.â
Kento grips your shoulders, fingers pressing and kneading in small, circular motions. His thumbs are working out the kinks and knots in your muscles, grumbling in disapproval over how overworked you are. You feel ripples of pleasure and relief washing over you, the water lapping gently around your bodies as you sink deeper into the bath, leaning further into his warmth.Â
His hands explore lower, tracing the dips and divots of your collarbone, feeling and tracing in an intuitive rhythm. Years of love and devotion and faith have been buried in his bones; he knows exactly how to touch you so the tension melts away, so your eyelids are left fluttering shut and moans escape you.Â
âFeel good, sweetheart?â
âMhm, so good, Kenny,â you moan out with a smile.Â
Pressing soft kisses to your dry hair, he mutters soft confession of love. His soft lips move to your neck, tasting the salt of your skin even through the fragrant soap. A faint lavender smell wisps with the steam, calming your nerves, but truthfully, all you can smell and feel and hear is Kento.Â
Always Kento.
Heâs being so sweet, so attentive, so kind and you're being very very bad.Â
You shouldnât be pressing your legs together and your nipples shouldnât be tightening into stiff peaks. And when your hand falls onto his knee, you definitely shouldnât be sliding it down his thigh, searching for something in particular.Â
Although, to be fair, he should not be hardening against your back.
âNow, now, darling. This isnât about me,â he chastises you, playfully biting your shoulder.Â
You groan in complaint. âBut Ken...I want to. I want to feel you. I want you inside of me. Please?â
Kento sighs and buries his face into the crook of your neck, arms winding around your waist to hold you close. You can tell heâs fighting the urge to do as you say, even though it would be so easy to just let you have what youâre desiring. Youâre sure youâre soaked enough to have him slip in, it wouldnât be the smoothest entry, but the stretch would be so delicious, like a massage from the inside.Â
His hands are gripping your waist tightly but when one of yours pull at his, lifting it to carry the weight of a breast, he doesnât put up a fight, rather he begins kneading as if he canât help himself. Then he groans into your skin, thumb flicking your nipples, and you write in his arms.
âOh, I could never say no to you, could I?â
Turning your head, you meet his lips with yours. Itâs a slow, sensual kiss. You feel every drop of love from his very soul be swallowed by you and you can only accept everything he has to give. Whilst his hand continues to grope your breast, his other slides down your stomach and disappears between your legs.Â
He grunts. âSweetheart, youâre soaked.â
âI canât help it,â you coo, âyouâre just too good at massages, Kenny.âÂ
His fingers spread you open, his touching gliding around your clit where he begins rubbing tight, rhythmic circles, mimicking the motion he used on your shoulders. âOh, thatâs so good,â you whimper.
And when his fingers curve into your pussy, your back arches instinctively, hand clutching his wrist like you want to simultaneously keep him close and pull him away. His touch is firm, unyielding as he seeks out your pleasure, curling against the spongy part of your pussy that makes you release a shaky breath.Â
âI missed you all day, darling,â Kento confesses. âIâm always ever so lonely when Iâm not holding you.â
Hearing his gruff voice in your ear, calloused fingers massaging your insides and solid abs tensing at your back, you're being driven crazy. Itâs too much and yet not enough. You want more, you want him inside. Now.Â
He knows.Â
He can see it in the way your ass is grinding against his hard length and the way youâre thrusting your chest in the air, encouraging him to pinch your nipple. And Kentoâs never held anything back from you, never let you down, or left you wanting more. So, he lifts your hips, the water sloshing with the movement and you sink down on his cock.
âHere you go, beautiful,â he groans. âTake it all in, alright?â
Just as you had anticipated, the stretch is magnificent and youâre whimpering, nails digging into his thighs, the muscles there flex as he grunts. Heâs sliding in with just the right amount of friction to leave you panting and when you bottom out, his hand flies up to your throat, holding your head close. The ceiling is all you can see as your mouth falls open in a perpetual moan.
Squeezing slightly, he steals your breath just as he thrusts up, heavy balls slapping your clit. You almost cum right there and then.Â
âAh, Ken!â
His mouth descends on yours, gulping every muttering of his name youâre feeding him. The water is sloshing around, moving with every thrust you make down his length, and when he rubs your clit again, bubbles form, frothing. Tiny droplets are clinging to your arms, and you canât tell whether theyâre from the bath or whether theyâre beads of sweat.Â
âGod, youâre so tight, sweetheart,â he rasps, hand tightening around your neck. âI love you so much.â
Finding the energy to giggle, somehow, you tease, âMe or my pussy, Ken?â
âBoth.â He emphasises his answer with a kiss to your temple, a smile pressed to your skin.
When he gives you a combination of a squeeze of your neck, a thrust up inside your wet walls and a pinch of your clit, you cum. Body tensing and back arching, you explode on his cock, an elongated moan reaching his ears and fuelling his own orgasm as you clench down on him painfully.Â
âI love you so much, Ken!â
âGod! Always so fucking tight, darling.â
Thick ropes of hot cum paint your insides as you both ride out your highs, and youâre groaning and holding each other tightly, afraid to slip and lose the warmth youâre emanating.Â
Eventually, a silence falls upon the bathroom and the water stills to small ripples as you find contentment in each other's mere presence. The day's troubles fade anway and you can't even remember why you were so upset.
His voice is low, breathy and with a slight tremble when he asks, âFeel better, my love?â
You twist your body to kiss him, answering his question with your touch, sloppy cunt pulsing on his softening cock and swallowing the hiss he pushes out as you threaten to overstimulate him.Â
"Careful, darling," he murmurs.
You whisper into his lips, âThank you so much, Ken.â
Tearing up, you place a hand on his heart and rejoice in the galloping there, finding comfort that his beating reflects yours. Shaking his head, he pecks your mouth and with a conviction that makes you all gooey inside, he insists, âYou never need to thank me for loving you, sweetheart. Iâd do that for free and expecting nothing in return.â
And when he holds you like that, like youâre the most precious thing in the world and no one could ever take you from him, you know he means it. Because at every cliff you've found yourself on, he's the one that brings you back home.
Always.
#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk drabble#nanami x reader#Nanami Kento#nanami x you#nanami drabble#nanami oneshot#nanami fluff#jjk smut#nanami smut
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HOLY SHITE THIS STUFF WRECKS ME DEEP LIKE NO WUKONG DON'T DO THIS TO YOUR BUD AND NO MACAQUE DON'T DO THIS TO YOURSELF These monkeys are such a mess. OP you should definitely post your writing on AO3!
Wassup folks I was having thoughts about Macaque and ended up writing a ficlet using said scattered thoughts about his character. enjoy o7
Wordcount: 2k
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Macaque wasnât a very complicated person. If anything, he thought himself rather simple.Â
He liked what he liked, and he didnât like what he didnât like. He wanted three main things, and couldnât imagine wanting anything more.Â
Macaque wanted food.Â
More specifically, he wanted fruit. He loved fruit. Having food was an important part of being happy. He knew well that being happy without food in your stomach was a difficult thing. He was especially fond of the sweetness and tartness fruits would give him. He loved to eat it, loved to find the best crab-apples, plums, apricots, tangerines, and peaches, to pick them out one by one and triumphantly show them off before peeling them or shoving them directly into his mouth. He didnât mind digging for melons that were hiding under leaves, or hunting for sugar-cane and peeling off the outer layer with his teeth for the sweet bits inside, or climbing high up to get coconuts and smash them onto rocks to open them up. Shi Hou had smashed a coconut on his own head once, splitting it in half and getting the milk inside in his fur. âLike a rock, see?â he had declared proudly. Macaque remembered hiding his face in his arm to disguise his laugh.
2. Macaque wanted the sun.Â
Contrary to what a lot of humans, and even sometimes other creatures assumed, one of Macaqueâs favorite things to do was nap in the sun. His fur was dark, his natural form of magic gravitated towards things like shadows and places under rocks no one could see, so many assumed he would prefer to spend his time in dark places and away from light. Macaque rather thought the opposite. He believed his affinity to shadows and dark cold places were the very thing that drove him into the sun to shake that uncomfortable chill from his bones and feel soft sweet sunlight on his skin. He loved nothing more than a nap in the soft grass with a light breeze, his stomach full of fruit and the gentle warmth of the sun touching his face and soaking into his fur. The only time he enjoyed shade falling over his face was when he looked up to find another source of light beaming down at him with the promise of mischief in its eyes. 3. (And rather most importantly,) Macaque wanted his friend.Â
His best friend. His only friend really; Shi Hou, later named Sun Wukong. Without him, the fruit was less sweet, the sunlight was cooler, and Macaque was sure he would be less happy. Before, Shi Hou, fruit and the sun had been enough, but after knowing him, being near him, and following him into all sorts of fun and chaos, Macaque couldnât imagine being happy without him. He was a second sun, a light in all the shadows and dark places Macaque used to hide. He was his best and only friend, the person Macaque would pick out of hundreds to spend time with. The only one who could drag him out of his solitude to be with the other monkeys and join in on the fun. Sun Wukong was his person, and it made him happy to know it was just the two of them against the world.
Until it wasnât.Â
Intruding on his happiness came demons, celestials, and every other groveling insect that crawled out of the bush to beg for his friends' time as Sun Wukong started to seek more power. It was fine at first, he made time for Macaque. The extra power felt nice, the reputation he started to build meant no one bothered them. He was gone now and again for increasing periods of time, but most of the time Macaque was with him, and he always came back so it didnât matter.Â
(Until it did. Until he was gone for years.)
It was fine until those three joined the brotherhood: Azure Lion, Golden Peng, Yellow-Tusk... They pushed their way in and sat at the table, taking up space and Sun Wukongâs attention. But that wasnât what really annoyed Macaque. Shi Hou always made time for him, always listened when he spoke, which wasnât often around the brotherhood. No, what annoyed Macaque the most was the wars they spoke of. The battles they laughed about, the glory they spoke of to Sun Wukong until his eyes seemed to sparkle, something a little ugly underneath the awe; want, but not the good kind. What annoyed Macaque was how enamored Wukong was by it all. Rebellion, they spoke of. Pushed forward by bravado, Wukong left and came back with stories that made Macaqueâs hands curl into tight fists and his fur stand on end. Talk of challenging even the Jade Emperor.Â
Isnât this enough? Macaque thought again and again. Isnât the fruit and the sun and me and you enough? Weâre immortal now, isnât this enough? But Sun Wukong was not Macaque. He was never satisfied once heâd seen the other side, once heâd had a taste of heavenly wine, once heâd sunk his teeth into the flesh of immortal stonefruit with juices sweeter than honey, nothing in the mortal world could compare. The peaches Macaque picked for him would never be enough. Macaque would never be enough next to Celestials and people who would never see Sun Wukong like Macaque did. He wanted a bigger title, sweeter fruit, âa better way of life,â he said, âfor both of us.âÂ
Sun Wukong slipped a celestial peach into Macaqueâs hands and he could do nothing but stare at it and wonder how what they had wasnât enough for him.Â
âIâve seen things,â Sun Wukong said to him one night, the rest of the brotherhood passed out at the table. âThe world is so much bigger than this, Luiâer. They laughed at me--at us.âÂ
âWhy does it matter what they think?â Macaque had asked.Â
Sun Wukong stayed silent.Â
Macaque closed his eyes and tried not to think about how his friend felt more and more distant on nights like these. He tried not to think about his own hand in pushing him to this place.Â
After everything, the brotherhood disbanded easily. The nights spent in camaraderie, the talk of glory, the hands on Sun Wukongâs shoulder and pushing him to the forefront of the chaos, praising him as a leader and their King meant nothing the moment he was under the mountain. They scattered like dust in the wind and, as it was in the beginning, Macaque was the only one left.
Sun Wukong was angry. After the initial I-told-you-so that resulted in Sun Wukong screaming at him, Macaque didnât say much. He tried to keep his visits light. He tried to bring him things, tried to keep him company, but his old friend would accept none of it, his hands clenched, his eyes alight with boiling, barely contained rage and hate. It wasnât directed at Macaque, but he still sat a distance away. He understood why so many feared him, but Macaque never had. It felt unnatural.Â
Sun Wukong had plenty to say on his own, filling the silence and Macaqueâs six ears with threats of vengeance and violence that made him turn away and want desperately to press his hands over his ears or stick his head into the waterfall back home so the seething sounds of Sun Wukong's anger could be drowned out.Â
Secretly, privately, quietly, a small part of Macaque was glad for the chains and the mountain that held him down. He hoped it would be enough to calm his friends' anger and allow him time to cool down, time to think and see that there were more important things than power, that it didnât matter what others thought of them so long as they had fruit, the sun and each other. But to his disappointment, nothing changed. No matter how many days passed, Sun Wukongâs rage remained, simmering and hot. It got quieter. Less threats and more growling and silently glowering until Macaque was sure heâd burn a hole right through the chains that held him captive with his glare alone.Â
Inevitably, eventually Sun Wukong directed his anger towards the only available target; his best friend and the one person who hadnât abandoned him the moment heâd lost everything. The one person who came to check on him and visit in the place with no sunshine where the chill would cling to bone even hours after exiting.Â
Macaque took it for a long while. He understood there was nothing for him to do but rage and snap and insult. He understood the bitterness. Or at least he thought he did. Heâd let him rage at him and blame him for it all, being trapped, being useless. He let him call him things and lash out at him even though it hurt because he thought it might make it better. Heâd take it until his hands shook and heâd have to exhale to steady himself and leave through a portal, Sun Wukong yelling obscenities behind him. Heâd always come back and act like nothing happened until Sun Wukong started all over and Macaque would sit until he couldnât take anymore, leave and then come back later and repeat the process all over again.Â
But even a stone wore down eventually, and Macaque was far from as firm and unyielding as stone. His friendâs words chipped away at him little by little until he snapped back, angry at him for not opening his eyes and seeing where they were, why they were there in the first place. Furious at him for being angry at everyone and everything but himself, the real reason he was chained under a mountain and uselessly screaming threats at the cavern as if the echos would carry into the Celestial Court. He was angry at him for looking at Macaque and deciding he wasnât enough.Â
âI did it for YOU--for US!â Sun Wukong roared at him. Â
And maybe it had started that way. Maybe it had been for him once. For them. Or maybe Macaque had turned a blind eye to the lies that had always been there. Maybe Sun Wukong had always been self-centred and selfish and Macaque was too stupid to see it.Â
He snapped back, because Sun Wukong was trapped, he was trapped and so he would sit and he would listen. He would hear every word heâd ignored, every warning Macaque had tried to give him, every accusation and hurt Macaque felt, he would hear it all and he would listen.
Macaque called him a demon. Like so many others before, every Celestial and human theyâd come into contact with, he called him a demon. But unlike the others, Sun Wukong didnât stretch his shoulder and let it roll off his back. Instead, his jaw dropped. His eyes widened. He reacted in a way Macaque had never seen him before. He saw him react and all he could think was âgood.âÂ
It was all a bit of a blur after. He couldnât remember a lot of what he said. He stumbled and leaned against a tree. His hands were shaking, his arms were trembling. His feet were unsteady under him. Theyâd never fought like that before. A lot of it was a blur but Sun Wukong's last words, banishing him from returning ran clear in his ears. And that alone made him bitter enough to close his shadow portal and decide then and there he was never going back.Â
Macaque had only ever wanted three things, but now? He didnât know what he wanted.Â
A lot happened after that. Bad things. Things he would rather not remember, but one thing was certain. The Six-Eared Macaque as he was, without the Monkey King was vulnerable. He was weak. He was all alone and many preyed on him simply for his association with the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Â
So Macaque did all he could think of to do.Â
He built up a wall, a persona of sorts. He needed to become someone else, someone they couldnât hurt so easily. He needed to become loud rather than quiet, brash rather than nervous, scary rather than soft. He needed to become someone no one would mess with or dare linger around. He needed to become someone powerful enough to say no. Someone who didnât want things as stupid and simple as naps in the sun and sweet fruit handpicked from trees and being around friends. He needed to become someone who didnât care.Â
But who could he mirror? Whoâs confidence and brashness could he channel? Whoâs lack of care for the people around them could he mimic and hold close and make himself believe he felt? Whoâs personality could he take and warp into what he remembered, vicious and hurtful and power hungry? Whoâs weapon could he replicate and clench in his hand when he felt an inkling of care for people who wouldnât care for him when it really counted? Who could he mimic to become someone else who didnât want simple things like holding hands with a best friend and picking fruit until they smiled?Â
Why Sun Wukong of course.Â
The most selfish person he knew.Â
(note: please don't slander sun wukong in the notes Macaque's opinions do not reflect the my own regarding the great sage equaling heaven-- hGLS;KJFD)
#KNOX WRITES (me)#Six Eared Macaque Monkie Kid#Monkie Kid Macaque#Macaque Monkie kid#I really gotta figure out how i want to tag things my gosh *wheezing*#lego monkie kid#fr tho its interesting how macaque isnt' that complicated of a guy#he plays at being deep and dark and complicated but he's actually just so freaking simple?#i THINK THE MONKEYS ARE NEAT OKAY#also i just really adore them as ex close best friends#extremely close bff's who know each other better than anyone but don't lean into familial or romantic categories my beloved#seriously tho i need me some backstory#we don't even know if Wukong actually killed him in this or not#he doesnt' seem suprrised to see him like he is Azure who he ACTUALLY put into the underworld#SAYS SO HIMSELF#NEVER SAYS THAT ABOUT MACAQUE#I'M SO CURIOUS HECK#if any jttw media spinoff or whatever would have wukong nOT kill macaque outright it'd be monkie kid#anyway heck i'ma just post this before i change my mind#NO BETA WE DIE LIKE LBD#confession time: i don't remember half of what i wrote here so pls have mercy#should i post these tiny blurbs to ao3??#never bothered to do it before [shrugs]#lmk writing#readmore +#addition#addition +
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