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3amfanfiction · 5 months ago

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For the worms: Johnny prescribing to the idea “sharing is caring” when his newest girlfriend makes it past the two months mark (something previously thought impossible), don’t worry guys, it’s not “my girlfriend” she’s “our girlfriend”

Oh Temp you know the way to my heart. I love a good 'our girlfriend' moment. There's something so delicious about the entitlement of it, it lends a certain flavor that tickles my fancy. poly 141 x fem!reader. 7k words about (unknowingly) being the team's girlfriend. This is nothing but smut, enjoy!

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He knew you were the one the first time he met you.

You got him, in ways no one else ever had. You got his energy, his excitement, his need for stimulation. He knew he could be a lot but he also knew he'd never been too much. He'd just been waiting for someone like you.

He never listened when the guys wanted to dog on him saying no one would put up for long with how much he talked. He was a chatty guy, okay? He had a lot of thoughts running through his head and he wanted to share them with people. You never knew which thoughts were going to be strokes of genius until they're spoken after all.

And while he would talk about anything under the sun, he talked about his team most of all. Probably more than he should if he was being completely honest but it was hard not to talk about the people he loved. He was talking about you to them just as much after all. The two halves of his life overlapping as often as he could make them.

But you loved it. You loved him. It was obvious every time you told him to make sure he ate lunch as he was headed out the door, lunch bag swinging from his hand, bursting with goodies you'd packed up the night before. Every time you texted him first, took his trash with yours to throw away, brushed your hand down his arm in greeting, always winding up with your fingers tangled together as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your whole existence showed how much you loved him.

It was fate. It was perfect. It was another sign it was meant to be that it was your 2-month anniversary when you broke the news to him as you were walking him to the door one morning. He'd stayed over the night before because he knew he was going to be working late tonight so you both celebrated one day early. And what a celebration it had been. He'd stolen his three kisses at the door and was getting ready to step over the threshold when he realized just how big your heart was and the fact that you truly were listening whenever he spoke.

"Tell your team I said hi," you said, smiling sweetly up at him, sleep shirt rumpled and hair a gorgeous mess, "there's extra muffins for everyone in your bag."

Oh.

He hadn't realized—but that was okay—he should've noticed—poor lass, had he not been holding up his side of the relationship? The part where you support your partner and their needs and wants? He hadn't seen what you wanted but he understood now. You'd made your feelings known and who was he to stand in the way?

Beaming down at you he peppered your face with kisses, holding your cheeks firmly between his wide palms. Words broken up with the showering of kisses, "I'll tell them love, don't you worry—I'll tell them."

Best anniversary ever.

—

You were pleased with how your day had gone. You'd spent it picking up the house, doing a grocery run, you spent a good few hours on your hobby, and started on a dinner that would get you through lunches for the rest of the week. Your day left you feeling good so you threw on your comfiest t-shirt and sleep shorts combo and camped out on the sofa while dinner finished in the oven.

It startled you when you heard a key being inserted into your lock but you were reassured when you heard Johnny's voice on the other end. You weren't sure how he managed to talk his way into getting a key to your house so quickly but he had a way of lovingly worming his way into any opening you left. He had nearly convinced you to move in with him just last week before you realized what he was doing and put a stop to it. The man had a golden tongue.

In more ways than one.

You popped up over the couch to say hi when you were met with more than just your boyfriend. Another person stood looming at his back, dwarfing the man who made you feel small. You weren't sure what face you were making as you looked up at them, unsure of what was going on but not immediately worried. Johnny had told you enough stories that you were able to clock the man standing with him almost immediately.

"Love, this is Simon."

Right on the money.

"He's come for dinner. The other two were jealous they were gonna miss out on your cooking but they had prior plans. Just know they'd be here if they could."

What? Why was he making it sound like a hallmark moment? You tilted your chin up for a kiss as he came over to the couch, holding still while he cupped your face and pressed his hungry mouth to yours. You pulled away abashed at the racy kiss in front of company. Putting your hand to Johnny's face when it was clear he was coming in for a second go you addressed them both.

"I didn't realize either of you were coming for dinner." Your voice dropped to a whisper, "Johnny! I'm not even dressed."

"You look perfect love," he assured, looking over your outfit. "Besides, it's only Simon. And I've seen you in less. Much less." He leered at you with a smarmy smile and you couldn't help but laugh. He had a point, and you were decent, just a little rattier than you'd prefer when meeting someone for the first time. Hopefully Simon wouldn't hold it against you.

You climbed off the couch and went to greet your guest before moving to the kitchen, calling out to Johnny to set the table and get drinks ready. You hadn't planned on feeding anyone other than yourself tonight but with a creative side dish or two you had enough to go around. You'd just need to find something else for lunch but that was a problem for tomorrow. For tonight you had people to feed and you wouldn't let them go hungry.

By the time dinner was over you had a new appreciation for your boyfriend's teammate. While not particularly verbose he wasn't shy about making his opinions known. And his opinions seemed to be overwhelmingly positive.

"That was the best meal I've had in ages, dove."

You felt your cheeks heat as you smiled at him, "Thank you, Simon. It's one of my favorite dishes, I'm glad you liked it."

You looked over to see Johnny beaming as he looked back and forth between the two of you, happy as a clam to see you getting along so well. He looked like he was mentally patting himself on the back at the successful dinner. Like he had orchestrated something that was finally coming to fruition. It would be worrying if you didn't know your boyfriends penchant for good naturedly dipping his fingers into things. Nothing to do but wait and see what scheme he was cooking up in his brain.

—

You had piled the last dish into the sink when Johnny came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing along your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine at the unexpected touch, goosebumps popping up all along your arms before you relaxed back into him.

He was warm—heat radiating off him in waves as he pulled you to stand in front of him, turned to face him with a smile. He grinned back at you, overjoyed at having your attention.

Raising your arms you looped them around his neck, pressing close as you leaned up for a proper kiss. For all that he had sprung company on you, you were happy to see him and you had missed him today. You'd quickly found that he carved a niche out for himself, wiggling into your psyche like he belonged and conforming it around him. Now when he was gone you were left staring at an empty hole that used to be filled.

Your thoughts were pleasantly scattered, a warm contented haze settled over your mind when you felt another body slide up behind you.

You yanked your head away from Johnny only for the back of it to thud against Simon's shoulder, him penning you in between the two of them. Your felt a little like those sheep you saw in videos, held in place by a machine while they were manipulated to their owners liking. You tilted your head with a frown, trying to push back on him or away from Johnny, whichever would get you a little bit of space.

"What are you doing?"

You froze as one thick arm curled around your waist, big hand spread wide over the pudge of your stomach while the other snaked its way up your torso. He gripped your chin firmly from behind, moving you to face Johnny once more.

"Don't stop now, it was just getting good."

Johnny didn't hesitate for a moment to dive back down and press his lips to yours once more, moaning into your mouth and humping his hips forward subconsciously. You tried to turn your head to catch your breath but Simon kept you still, holding you trapped in the heady spill of Johnny's tongue and lips as they devoured yours.

You were limp by the time he eventually pulled back, a panting mess with spit-slicked lips and blown-out eyes. You looked up at him with your mind reeling until you felt another set of lips making their home on the column of your neck.

You flinched . . . or you tried to. You didn't get far with how Simon was pinning you back against his body. You turned worried eyes up towards Johnny, sure this was about to set him off, maybe start an argument about boundaries and how you were with him, Simon wasn't allowed to swan in and start taking liberties for himself.

Instead what you saw was Johnny's pupils eclipsing his irises as he strove to burn the image into his retinas. Greedy want was present in every line of his face as he watched his teammate kiss along his girlfriend's neck. That look mixed in with the shock of teeth Simon had just introduced caused you to let out a ragged gasp, filling the quiet kitchen air with your sound.

"Fuck LT," Johnny croaked, "Just like that."

"Johnny, what—" your voice wobbled as you squirmed in place—Simon finding every sensitive spot along your neck with ease. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, lass. When you told me this morning . . . I hadn't realized this was something you were wanting. I didn't see it." He looked contritely down at you, eyes flickering over to where Simon was pressing hot, wet kisses just behind your ear before darting back to yours, "But we're here now. All of us—as a team."

"I don't understand, I never said I wanted thi-IS." You ended on a yelp as the man at your back took the tip of your ear between his teeth and pinched. You swatted back at him, pushing against his forehead as he chuckled. It was almsot mean, like he liked the sound of your squeal.

"Settle down," he smirked, releasing your ear after a moment, holding it long enough to drive home that he was releasing you of his own will. "no need to cause a commotion. Like he said, we're here now."

The to stay was heavily implied by the weight of his words.

Before you knew it Johnny had leaned down once more, taking your mouth in his while Simon made headway on covering every inch of your neck with his teeth and tongue. It was a whirlwind. Groping hands slid under clothing to pull them off while trailing kisses on every new bit of cleared skin as they urged you to the bedroom. By the time you were sprawled back on the center of the mattress you'd been stripped as bare as the day you were born. Limbs akimbo. Chest heaving with gasped breaths. Unsure how you ended up here.

You watched the two men finish removing the last of their clothes before they crawled in with you, bodies pressing a wash of hot skin to yours, causing you to arch into the sensation. Simon took possession of your mouth while Johnny dove headfirst between your legs.

Your gasp at the first long stroke of his tongue along your seam was all the opening Simon needed. Caught between the double sensation of tongues, it was no surprise you quickly became a panting mess. You attempted to keep your hips from hitching but it was a losing battle, your body's instinctive reaction to get closer to the source of euphoria.

Meanwhile Simon had coaxed your tongue into his mouth and was nibbling and sucking on it in turns, your jaw cradled in his wide palm, tilting you exactly as he wanted. When you pulled your tongue back into your own mouth he took that as leave to begin tracing your lips with the point of his, dipping just inside to take sips at your mouth. Acting as if you were something to be savored. Enjoyed.

He reached down to pinch at your nipples, tugging them into hard peaks only to soothe them with his thumb when you complained. The first time you pulled away with a yip he pressed apologizing kisses down your neck and collar, ending at the abused nipple to take it into his mouth. He laved the sensitive flesh, whispering sweet words into your soft skin.

"Sorry, pretty girl, didn't mean to be so rough." Kisses and light nips with his teeth. How were his kisses so good? "We'll start gentle, yeah? Only soft touches for you tonight."

Moving back up to your mouth once more, he held you still while Johnny had you moaning, keeping your mouth fused to his, not letting you pull away for a single breath. You had to suffice yourself with stealing air when you could, an endless battle between your need to breathe and Simon's consuming kisses. You were lightheaded and woozy by the time you were able to properly pull away.

Drinking down greedy gasps of oxygen—anything to stop your swirling head. You looked down your body to see Johnny perched between your thighs, his bright blue eyes visible as he looked up at you from the cradle of your hips, paused to watch the two of you with adoration. You reached a free hand down to grab his hair, holding him in place and grinding your cunt against his mouth. Your fist clenched tightly as he went back to eating with gusto.

It was impossible for you to stay still, continuously squirming and humping your hips up into his face, chasing your high. Simon reached down and pressed a firm hand to your pelvis, pinning you in place.

"Don't you know how to keep our girl still? Do you let her squirm like this whenever I'm not here?" At Johnny's broken protest he scoffed, "Christ, I knew you needed direction, Johnny boy, but I never realized it was this bad."

Johnny muffled his dissenting keen into your wet heat at his words, humping down onto the mattress like he was the one unable to stay still. Simon looked at you and grinned meanly.

"Well, doll? How about it? Does he give you what you need or does he let you walk all over him?"

You were unable to do anything but shake your head in negation, no verbal response forthcoming. Simon turned to look down at Johnny once more.

"Well? Do I need to show you how to do it properly?" He cocked an eyebrow as he looked down his nose when Johnny drew back from your warmth, separating to draw in a few deep breaths, "It doesn't look like you know what you're doing down there." Simon reached down and palmed the back of Johnny's head, pushing him further into your cunt. "Get a good taste. I wanna see drool dripping down your chin by the time you're done. You should have slick up to your ears and she should be drenched down to the bedsheets." He ignored both of your moans, "Didn't realize I'd have to order you around in the bedroom too, just an unruly little pup, aren't you?"

The constant flow of words from his lieutenant only caused Johnny to become more fervored. Licking into you with abandon, he shifted to free one hand, moving up to press two fingers all the way to the knuckles in one fell swoop. Your wetness ensuring he slid in with no difficulties, a smooth glide with only the stretch to betray the insertion.

You couldn't help the moan that slipped out. A great climbing thing that started deep in your chest and worked its way out of your throat with a rumble. It was the work of moments for you to be right on the edge standing at the precipice, looking down onto your first orgasm of the night.

"There we go Johnny, you've got it now. That's just what she needed, huh? Needed a couple of fingers stuck up into her, something to squeeze. We can help her out with that."

Listening to Simon continue to rumble filth into the air and watching him lean down to press his mouth to Johnny's ear, whispering murmured words you couldn't make out was all you needed for that final push.

The heat that had been steadily building coalesced in your lower back and thighs, the visual of the two of them all the spark you needed to set it alight. Your toes curled and your back arched as you tried to get closer to where Johnny was sucking on your clit with pursed lips. A sobbed Johnny! all you were able to verbalize through the onslaught.

Coming back to yourself you were met with Johnny and Simon watching you with avarice, greedy for every expression that crossed your face. You focused on Johnny and saw an absolutely drenched face. He heard what Simon had said about slick from ear to ear and had made sure to accomplish it. Order received and all that. You would be mortified if you didn't feel so good.

You were limp as they moved to rearrange you, Simon sliding in behind your back as Johnny moved to kneel between your thighs, hard cock bobbing in the air. You felt Simon's wet head kissing the small of your back and tried to grind back—give him some sort of satisfaction in this ménage à trois you had happening.

He reached down to snag your hips, stilling you and pressing his mouth directly to your ear, hot air brushing the sensitive skin as he murmured, "None of that now. My turn will be later, we're focusing on Johnny this time."

And focus on Johnny you did. He shuffled himself forward, wasting no time in sinking home into your wet heat. Dual groans punched out of both of your chests as he fully seated himself in one go. You panted—breathing through the stretch as he did the same, trying to stop himself from reaching the finish line prematurely.

Simon didn't wait for you to regain your composure, he held two fingers up to your mouth tapping on your lower lip, "Suck pet," before he dragged them down to your clit, circling the puffy bundle of nerves still sensitive from Johnny's prior ministrations. He picked up a steady rhythm as Johnny gave the first tentative thrust. You couldn't help but clench down, enjoying the hitched moan it pulled out of him.

He recovered quickly and set out to pull those same moans from you, wanting every sound that dripped from your lips. He was relentless in his chase, making sure to use all the tips and tricks he'd picked up over the last couple of months to wring out every iota of satisfaction he could. He leaned forward, pinning Simon's hand between your bodies.

"Tell us how it feels, love," he panted into your mouth, pressing bruising kisses to your lips. "How good is my cock making you feel?"

Try as you might, you couldn't do more than chant his name, a steady stream of Johnny falling from your tongue. He was consuming your every thought, everything bound up in a tangled snarl that was added to with each slick glide of his cock.

Simon pulled his fingers away from your clit but didn't move his hand, keeping it pinned as he reached further down to do something to Johnny. All you were witness to was the way his eyes went wide and unfocused, a little furrow making its appearance on his brow as he paused and pressed into Simon's hand. He let out a sharp yip at whatever Simon was doing before finally moving back, giving the other man room to return to strumming your clit unimpeded.

You were caught between the push and pull of the two of them. Simon resting at your back to whisper lewd words directly into your brain while Johnny made his home inside of you, carving out a space that would always remember him.

It was overwhelming.

You normally turned into a pile of putty with only Johnny's hands on you. Now that there were two of them? You felt like you never knew where the next touch would come from. You would only just find a way to breathe with the circling of your clit for hands to suddenly make their appearance at your nipples. Come to terms with fingers at your nipples just to feel teeth latch onto your neck. They kept you guessing with each movement.

Johnny was doing an admirable job of building you towards your next peak, soft rolls of his hips stroking every sensitive spot inside of you, but apparently it wasn't enough for Simon.

"Hitch her hips up, Johnny. I want you fucking her like you mean it." He stared Johnny down, "If you can't put your back into it then I can relieve you."

"I know how to do it," Johnny sniped back, "Don't forget, I've been in her bed a lot longer than you have." You jolted, unused to having such a harsh tone in your house, let alone in your bed.

Simon saw your jerk and quipped back, "Behave, pup. I won't have you barking and growling around our girl." Simon slid out from behind you, laying you gently back on the pillows with one lingering kiss before coming around to Johnny's side. "Now are you going to listen to what I say or do you need me to step in?"

Johnny chewed on his words, still slowly pumping into you with soft propels of his hips. For a moment you were certain he was going to push back, to dig his feet in and argue with every word that came out of Simon's mouth. Your boyfriend was sweet, but not exactly levelheaded. It surprised you when he came to a decision and listened to what he was being told. You'd have to sneak aside later and get tips and tricks from Simon before he left. Anything to make your life a little easier.

Taking your hips he stuffed a pillow underneath, angling you upwards as he slid back inside. Your matching moans at the new position caused something almost gleeful to cross Simon's expression.

"There we go, I knew you had it in you to mind. You just needed someone bigger to put you in your place, didn't you?"

Johnny had no rebuttal beyond the stuttering of his hips at the comment, swallowing heavily before resuming his rhythm. The steady thwaps filled the humid air of the bedroom, playing background to your whines, Johnny's harsh pants and Simon's filth.

"There we go, just like that," he murmured, voice low and soft, "You're taking it so well sweetheart, is our boy doing a good job for you?"

"Yes," you panted, eager to agree to anything as long as they didn't stop, "So good."

"You hear that Johnny? Said you're doing a good job."

Johnny outright whimpered at the praise, hips stuttering and breath catching in his throat. Simon leaned over Johnny's shoulder and pressed his lips right against his ear. You watched his jaw move as he spoke—voice too low to make out any of the words. Johnny's face was a rictus of pleading pleasure. His expression frozen except for small twitches of his eyebrows, gaze shuttered and staring at your face as he panted. He lasted a few more thrusts before burying himself deeply with a low cry.

Simon laughed scornfully, "Ah poor Johnny boy, did you come already?" He listened to Johnny's overstimulated whine as he grabbed his hips and kept Johnny pushing into you, the wet squelch only proving that he was fucking his spend deeper inside. "Well I don't care if it's too much. You came before our girl, we can't have that." He gave a mean smile, "you're gonna keep fucking her until I tell you to quit."

"I—I can't Simon," Johnny panted, overstimulated nerves causing his muscles to spasm and twitch. "I can't go anymore."

"You want to stop? Then ask me nicely. Go ahead," Simon taunted, a wicked grin curving along his mouth, "Beg."

It was exactly the right wrong thing to say. You watched as Johnny's mouth fell open and his head tilted back, shiny tears springing up along his waterline to spill out from the corners as you felt another warm wave of heat inside. His second orgasm seemed to wring every bit out of him—his face locked in a pained grimace.

He tried to jerk backwards, tried to pull his hips from yours but Simon wasn't having it. He dug his fingers tightly into your hips, arms wrapped around either side of Johnny's waist and pressed firmly against his back, pinning Johnny between the two of you and not giving the whimpering man an inch of space.

"I told you, you're not done until she comes." Using his own hips he helped propel Johnny into you, helping you move to grind on Johnny's dick at the end of each thrust. "You know what you need to do to finish this."

"Please," the other man burst out, unable and willing to withhold any longer, "Please, Simon, need your help. Need you to help me." Tears continued rolling down his cheeks.

"That's all I needed, sweet boy."

Moving one of his hands he dropped his thumb onto your clit after swiping up along your slit, pausing to tease right beneath the head of Johnny's cock on a pullback just to hear him whimper again. With the slick pressure rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves combined with the relentless fucking and stunning visual you were falling apart within moments.

Light burst behind your eyes and your ears started ringing. You knew you were clenching tightly around Johnny's cock but you were unable to spare the thought to see what he looked like as you came. You fell back into your body as the sensations died down, literally falling back onto the bed where you had been arched so sharply only your shoulders were still touching.

As you became aware of your surroundings you watched Simon allow Johnny to pull back, both of you whining at the sensation of him pulling out completely. He flopped to one side of the bed while his chest heaved like bellows, a ruddy flush covering his face and chest. Shiny sweat lined his brow, glistening in the dim evening light.

You didn't have time to rest or take in your boyfriend for long before you were grabbed by the hips, Simon's fingers digging into your plush sides as he pulled you into a position he liked.

Your legs were thrown over his forearms before you realized it, feet dangling in the air and hands coming up to grasp onto his shoulders. As he leaned forward you acutely realized how powerless you were, pinned completely beneath his bulk, no leverage to be seen to get you out.

You looked at him with wide eyes, your own heaving chest causing your pebbled nipples to brush up against his torso, teasing little flicks of sensation to add to everything running through your body.

He notched himself at your entrance with a groan, swiping back and forth, coating the head in your wetness. Finding an angle he liked, he began pushing in.

You whimpered at the burn as he stretched you, even still after Johnny had just had you. You shuddered thinking about taking him without being stretched first, likely a harrowing undertaking. He continued rocking back and forth with small thrusts, each one inching deeper and deeper. Each withdraw causing more of both yours and Johnny's come to escape.

"I know it's a lot, but you can take it. All the way in, all the way to the back, sweetheart."

It knocked the breath out of your lungs when he seated himself inside. A heavy weight felt through your pelvis as his length pried apart muscle to make room for itself. You were afraid you'd feel him inside for the rest of your life. Another gaping chasm when he wasn't there.

It took him the space of a few heartbeats to get situated before he began to move with rhythm, a strong, steady roll of his hips knocking you up the bed with each drive.

Whatever remaining thoughts you might have had spilled out your ears. Nothing able to penetrate the fog he was putting you in with his movements. Your brain became a haze—no worries, no fears—nothing but the feelings he was stoking inside you.

Each time he slid in full you felt him kiss your cervix at the back of your channel. The quick pinch only increasing the pleasure you felt. The mix of the two giving gradients that weren't usually seen, hues bursting behind your eyelids at the sensation.

Proportionately large, he touched every soft spot inside of you simultaneously, a constant wave of endorphins flooding your brain and leaving you a gibbering mess. You clawed at him looking for purchase but unable to find any, inescapably swept away in his tide.

How did you end up here? Under the body of your boyfriends best friend. Because he was his best friend, no matter that Simon would never verbalize it. They were two sides of a coin—better together.

You let your head flop to the side, looking at Johnny passed out and half hanging off the bed on the far side, snuffling breaths a steady back-drone to the slap of skin on skin from you and Simon. You were out of your mind with pleasure, brain unable to spark two neurons together to come up with a thought. It was all white noise to you, unable to focus on anything other than the sensations Simon was drawing from your body.

That was why it was so jarring when two more bodies made their presence known standing beside you on the bed, wide shoulders blocking out the light leaving them draped in shadows.

You let out a huff of a startled scream, no breath in your lungs to get proper volume when hands came up to tweak your nipple and tuck your hair back from your sweaty forehead.

Simon gave a rumbling groan as all your muscles clenched and you bucked up in fear, tossing your head to try and get them off of you. You started to whimper and bat haphazardly at their hands trying to pull yourself away from Simon at the same time but the grip he had on your hips didn't allow you to go anywhere.

"Shh," he gentled, "you're okay, nothing here's gonna hurt you, sweet girl." He never slowed his thrusts, "It's just the rest of the team. That's Gaz and that's the captain." Bone-jarring thuds as his pelvis met the fat of your backside, sharp slap slap slaps echoing through the room.

"What?" you stammered, "I—I thought that—"

"Didn't think we'd let anything happen to you, did you?" he asked with furrowed brows, "Let something happen to our girl?" he scoffed in amusement. "Try again."

Oh. That's—that wasn't—you weren't—

But you couldn't verbalize any of your thoughts. You'd thought you'd been at the end of your stamina before but these two men brought fresh energy to the bedroom. Looking at both of them you recognized Kyle and John from all of Johnny's stories.

"Have you been taking good care of our girl, Simon?"

"Yes sir, Johnny gave her two and I'm working towards a third."

"Good man."

With the team complete the dynamic subtly changed. Where before it had been Simon giving the orders, he now defaulted to his captain, happy to let him take the lead as he directed Kyle and Simon to his own beat.

It was the work of minutes for John and Kyle to strip each other and climb into the crowded bed to join you.

You were too fucked out to muster any proper response so you let them move you as they pleased, content to be a doll placed into the perfect position.

Kyle moved to cuddle up to you up near your face, the cut of his abs all you could focus on for a second before you dragged your gaze up to his face. He smiled down at you charmingly, perched up on an elbow to hover over you, ensuring he was all you could see for a moment.

"We've heard so much about you," he murmured, holding his smile while looking gorgeous enough to stop your heart. "I can't believe we're finally all here together."

Heard so much about you? What had Johnny been telling them? What had he been sharing about your personal life to his team that they thought this was normal? You didn't get a chance for the thoughts to make more than a fleeting impression before they were gone again—the finger on your clit requiring your full attention.

You looked down past Kyle to see John with a hand between your thighs, stroking at the bud before dipping down to gather the wetness that was still being pulled out of you by Simon who hadn't paused. He ran his fingers along where you two joined, dampening his fingertips before resuming his stroking. You couldn't keep still at the sensation, legs jerking and jumping as your nervous system tried to make heads or tails of what was happening to it.

He made short work of coaxing you back into another orgasm, sparks lighting up behind your eyelids as you convulsed, squeezing Simon between your legs and gripping the hand that Kyle had threaded through yours for dear life. Your hips stuttered in their movement, caught between chasing the last sparks of pleasure and pulling away from the steadily overwhelming sensations John was easing out.

It was a relief when he pulled away, letting you begin making headway in catching your breath once more. You watched him reach up with his slick hand to clasp Simon by the back of the neck.

"All right, my boy, now for you."

Simon took this as all the permission he needed to chase his own end with a vengeance. He rutted into you with no finesse, using you for his own gratification as he allowed himself the orgasm he had been denying. It took no time at all before he sunk as deeply as possible, holding there as he emptied himself into you. You felt the heat of him filling you, his cock acting like a stopper keeping it all tucked tight and high inside your channel.

When he eventually pulled back a wave of fluid came with him, dripping down to the bed and coating your thighs. You couldn't do more than gasp—still working on catching your breath. Your head flopped over to look at Kyle, holding your hand clenched in his. He smiled at you and came in for a kiss.

At this point you didn't even think of turning your head away. You simply laid there and let him into your mouth, this man who you technically hadn't even met but who you felt like you'd known for years. All of Johnny's stories doing a wonderful job of painting these three men in such a way you were sure you'd met them a hundred times before.

Kyle's kiss was all consuming. He masterfully played with your lips and tongue, keeping you chasing him while he devoured you. It was wet and obscene and so, so good. He tasted faintly of peppermint, remnants of gum or a mint he had chewed earlier. It had you searching the corners of his mouth, looking for his flavor.

He smiled into the kiss before pressing two quick pecks to your lips and pulling back, giving you space to think. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been fucked six ways from Sunday," you managed, cueing a round of laughter from the three men. By now you'd caught your breath and were watching them with wide eyes, waiting to see what they'd do next. Simon had moved to sit over next to Johnny as John patted at your hip.

"Do you think you have one more in you or are you calling it?" he asked, looking unbothered by what your answer might be. Like he knew this wasn't the only time he'd have you in this position and being lenient was no trouble.

You nodded your head firmly, "I can keep going."

"Atta girl."

You felt your face heat at those words as your gaze darted away, embarrassed at how much you liked it. Even while you were spread out bare for them to view this felt like a peek behind the curtain, a glimpse of something too personal to make light of. You had a feeling you could climax from him whispering those words in your ear with his deep rumble at just the right time.

Without a doubt John realized what effect his words had on you if his amused grin was any indication. Thankfully he let it be, not calling attention to your expression. You didn't know he was shelving the thought until later; he had no intention of not pursuing the lead.

Helping you up he turned you so you were on your hands and knees facing Kyle with John's heat radiating into the back of your thighs. He checked in with an Okay, sweetheart? which you reassured him on before he pressed close as Kyle shuffled forward. Slotting his hips into yours he dragged his leaking cock through the mess between your thighs, the damp head bumping against your clit in a tease with each thrust.

"We've heard a lot about you," John noted, trailing a hand along your spine, enjoying the feel of smooth, soft skin. "Soap has practically talked our ears off since you met. Along with how amazing you are, he makes sure to tell us how pretty you are and how nice you smell." You felt him leaning over you and pressing his nose to the crown of your head, "I've gotta say, he was right on all accounts."

A shudder worked its way down your spine at the praise.

Pulling back, he lined himself up with your opening and slid inside in one smooth stroke. As your mouth dropped open to moan Kyle tapped the tip of your tongue with his cock, encouraging you to stick it out for him. He pressed inside when you did and you groaned deep in your throat at his flavor, salt and musk invading your nose as he cupped your head gently between his two palms, holding you steady.

You thought you had been done before, no longer able to continue, to ride the wave of ecstasy any more. They proved you wrong with their wandering hands tweaking nipples and strumming your clit.

It felt like it had been years and minutes both as they bounced you between the two of them. You would grow accustomed to the shape of Kyle in your throat only for John to pull you back, rearranging your organs with the strength of his thrusts.

You didn't know which way was up, your only concern was timing your breaths to Kyle's thrusts, keeping your teeth tucked away from any sensitive skin. Hollowing your cheeks you fought to keep suction, John doing his level best to ensure you couldn't find a comfortable rhythm.

The whole time you were spinning tighter and tighter. A wave building down deep behind your bellybutton, fed with each thrust from the two men. Your body welcoming them in.

The wave continued to build, higher and higher. Larger than you'd ever thought possible. It was awe-inspiring and terrifying in equal measures.

What was going to become of you when it crashed? Were you going to be able to be put back together or would you be destined to live out your life as shattered remains, always thinking back to the last night you'd been whole, the last night you hadn't needed others to hold you together like Kintsugi.

John continued thrusting behind you, never stopping, never faltering. He was relentless and driven and you were the finish line he had set his eyes on. You were the end goal that he would see through, come hell or high water.

It sparked something dark deep within your psyche. Something decadent.

Your last climax of the night rolled over you. Starting down low in your abdomen it grew and grew, fed into by each of the men that you had let into your bed tonight. It became too large to ignore, this gaping maw of want that was flooding your blood and your brain, changing your chemical makeup in its wake. You were pretty sure you screamed.

Both of their pants came harshly now as they fought for some semblance of control beyond the tight clutch of your cunt and throat.

John finished next, stamina no match for the silken glide of your cunt, sucking the oxygen from his blood with each press inside of you. But Kyle was shortly behind him. If you didn't know any better you'd say the sight and sound of his captain coming is what pushed him over the edge.

Certainly something to think about later.

It's comforting hands that helped you lay down once you were done, tucked between Simon and Kyle, Johnny still passed out with his foot and arm draped off the side. You were curled into Kyle's chest as you watched John pull on a pair of boxers.

"I'll go get us some water and towels, you all stay put."

You were far to exhausted to think of the ramifications of what had happened here tonight. Instead you were content to curl into warm skin and enjoy the feeling of Simon's arm thrown around your waist.

When John came back with the water you had a moment of laughter when you realized the bed was packed full with the four of you currently and there wasn't a spare inch for John to lay down. Instead he went to sit at the foot, tapping Kyle's feet so he would curl his legs up a bit.

"Anybody broken?" He asked, staring at you while he spoke. It was clear he expected you to be the one to voice any discontent.

"Nope," you yawned, crashing hard now that you were laying still, "right as rain."

"Good. We'll talk this all over in the morning sweetheart. For now, sleep."

Kyle kissed your forehead while Simon curled around you tighter. Tomorrow. You could figure it all out tomorrow. That sounded like a wonderful plan considering you were already drifting away to the soft sounds of breathing.

#tf 141 x reader #poly 141 x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #fic: our girlfriend

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cameronsbabydoll · 9 days ago

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what are some habits military!rafe can't get rid of that lowkey icks reader when he extends that attitude at home?

i've heard stories about fathers being more of an unwarranted boss in the house than a daddy to his kids because the way they "care" is by being strict

military!rafe habits that give reader the ick (just a little):

1. “that’s not how we do it.”

reader: folding laundry while watching reality TV

rafe, out of nowhere: “doll, towels go vertical then horizontal—military standard.”

reader: looks at him like he's insane

like sir. this is not a base. this is target brand cotton and my living room.

2. the barking.

he doesn’t mean to—but his voice gets loud fast.

“shoes. off. at the door.”

“babe, c’mon. it’s just the carpet—”

“don’t wanna track nothin’ in. standard.”

the toddler drops their snack? he’s already halfway to the broom like it’s a fire drill.

3. early wakeups.

he’s up at 5 AM and cannot comprehend why the rest of the house isn’t.

coffee brewed, protein shake blended, baby still snoring in their crib—and he’s poking you like,

“babe. it’s nearly sun-up. don’t you wanna seize the day?”

you’re under three blankets like: i wanna seize the pillow.

4. the “no excuses” mentality.

you cry because you're overwhelmed with the baby? tired? hormonal?

he means well, but sometimes he hits you with:

“you think i didn’t wanna quit during boot camp?”

and you’re like sir, i’m asking you to hold the baby while i shower not scale a damn mountain.

5. monitoring EVERYTHING.

you miss a prenatal vitamin once and he’s hovering like:

“what time did you eat? did you drink water? how long was your nap? how’s your iron?”

sweet? yes.

suffocating? also yes.

6. weird food rations.

he’ll meal prep like you’re both on deployment.

everything in tupperware. labeled. protein counted.

you suggest a fun dinner out and he hits you with,

“we already got chicken and rice in the fridge, mama.”

boy if you don’t take me to chili’s—

7. he salutes the baby.

you walk in and he’s full-on saying “at ease, soldier” when the baby burps.

it was cute once. now it’s a bit much.

#anons ♡⸝⸝#military!rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x yn #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe obx

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poguehearted77 · 6 months ago

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Portugal Nights

Pairing: Actress! Reader x Drew Starkey

Portugal Nights-> The day was tense. Rehearsals were much more heated than the lines intended and the thin rubber band of restraint holding you both apart was bound to snap, and it finally does.

This belongs to my OBX Season 5: Payback For Maybank Series

These can be read in any order!

smut: lots of making out (they've both needed this forever lol), oral sex (f! and m! receiving) , heavy petting, hickeys, shower sex, hand holding, protected sex and unprotected :( , drew is so pussy whipped omg, just passionate sex tbh, sex everywhere?? lmao.

"Action!"

Rafe paces back and forth in the abandoned dungeon-like room with his hands on his head, plotting desperately. You're surrounded by nothing but eroding walls, stained with foreign substances. There's dried blood on the floor that adds slight resistance with every lift of his heel.

You fume silently every time you look at the tall blonde who can't seem to stand still. You reflect on how he got you both in this mess in the first place and your eyes roll reflexively.

Earlier today, a little before dawn you and the pogues had just docked in Portugal, wasting no time to try to find Finch's fortress so you could find Groff, but you were being followed.

You noticed it first around sunset but kept it to yourself not wanting to distract the pogues from the objective of the mission in case you were wrong.

You'd all set up camp a little outside the city, not wanting to catch the attention of any civilians. However, you didn't rest. Not when you knew trackers tend to get a little careless as the sun slips below the horizon. Relying on the shadows of darkness to conceal their footprints and hide their silhouettes.

"I'm gonna scope the area a bit," You said, flipping your signature steel weapon up in the air and catching it coolly as you entered the darkness of the shrubs and out of sight. "I'm goin' after her." Rafe declares, already trailing behind you as Sarah calls for him but it falls on deaf, determined ears.

He's trekking closely behind you, so you stop walking and convey your message without even turning to face him. "Another step closer Rafe and I swear to god they'll have to dislodge steel from places you can't even name." He doesn't back down, nor does he step closer.

"I don't trust you." He says, and you scoff. "I don't care, Rafe," You finally turn, "Why don't you do us both a favour and go back to the others, yeah? I got this." For a moment he goes silent, almost like he didn't know what to say.

"No comeback? No insult?-" You start, always looking for a fair fight with him.

"Shut up." Rafe snaps back, stepping closer to you and your arms crossed while you plant your feet firmly where they are, refusing to let anything about the rich boy intimidate you.

"Looks like I finally got under your skin-" It's all a blur when he suddenly cups a hand over your mouth to silence you, "Will you shut the fuck up?" His words are delivered in a harsh whisper as his eyes scan your surroundings suspiciously.

At that moment, there was no Piper and Rafe. It's you and Drew. He met yours with a wild gaze, something unhinged about the way he was looking at you. Not as sincere and admirable as the longing stares from across the room that you're used to--no, this was something much more perilous.

"You hear that?" He whispers, softer this time. There's another rustle in the bushes around you. Shit.

With your backs turned and the area being so dark, the opposers use the darkness to their advantage and strike you both in the back of the head, knocking you out cold.

Which brings you to where you are now.

"For the love of god, will you stop the back and forth? You're driving me insane." You exclaim from where you rest against the contaminated walls.

"Listen," He now stalks to you slowly, like a predator approaching its prey. "I'm a proactive type of person. I'm not just gonna sit on my ass all day and let Finch come back and kill us!"

"Us? This didn't have to involve you! Maybe if you'd just taken that stick out of your ass for once and stayed with the group you could've saved yourself the trouble." Kicking yourself off the wall, you shout as loud as you can but he doesn't flinch.

Rafe's chest heaves rapidly, trying to calm himself down. "Well we're here now, and If I'm ever gonna make it back home, I have to get out of here alive."

You stand still, silent. Analyzing his features and expression, but your silence makes him uncomfortable and it etched across his face,

"Who is she?" The question is simple, and straightforward, yet far too complicated for Rafe to understand.

"What?" He questions.

Over the last few days you'd spent near the pogues, you'd gotten to know most of them quite well. All except Rafe that is.

"Your dad is dead, your little sister and your money are under your stepmother's possession. What do you have to go back to? Who is drawing you back?" He gulps, his defences crumbling evidently as his shoulders slumped.

For once, he didn't fight you on it.

Sofia. That's the name he shares with you and a little about their recent argument.

"Jus' don't tell anyone, alright? I don't need the others knowing more than they should." You shrug, "I have no reason to tell them about your cute wittle wove story." You couldn't stop yourself from teasing him.

Rafe charges towards you in anger with a glint of jest. You try to run backwards, away from him but your shoe is bound to the floor credit to the various adhesives meant to replicate stains and puddles.

By the time Drew realizes you aren't moving, it's too late and his body is already colliding with yours. Tangling together and sending you both tumbling to the ground with Drew between your legs and his head buried in the side of your neck.

You can hear the blood pumping in your ears. Drew's body completely covering yours on set in front of the crew should have you rolling out from underneath him and returning to reality, but no. There you lay, daring to glance into the piercing blue eyes that were already staring at you.

You take into account the notes of his cologne as they intermingle with the detergent of his clothes. The combination clouds your judgement and sends you reeling into a headspace you've been avoiding for the last three months.

You're in deep. Too deep.

"Cut!" Drew gets up like a kid caught red-handed before offering you a helping hand that you take graciously meanwhile the other guides you at the waist so lightly you'd barely notice it was there had your body not been burning at a thousand degrees.

Something is off. Usually, the two of you would be in knots of laughter after something like this, instead only the crew had giggles to go around but you both stood still. Unmoving, eyes locked on each other, looking within.

Could he see you? You wonder, does he know what you're thinking?

You swallow hard, your lips parting to say something, but no words come out. Instead, your gaze flickers to his mouth, and you catch him doing the same thing, just for a split second before he looks away. His jaw tightens as he shoves his hands into his pockets, stepping back, but the tension doesn’t break.

The day progresses into a warm summer night as the cast and crew gather at a charming Portuguese restaurant perched high in the city's hills. Lanterns nestled among lush potted plants cast a warm glow, while fairy lights drape elegantly from flowers cascading down from the ceiling, creating a dreamlike ambiance.

The long table overlooks the rolling hills below, their silhouettes dotted with the golden lights of the nearby city. Beyond, the navy-toned ocean stretches out, its gentle waves shimmering under the moonlight, completing the serene view.

The laughter is bubbly as the champagne flows between the tables. The cast looked amazing tonight, everyone had put on their best outfits for a fun night out with their castmates.

While Madelyn and Carlacia posed for a selfie together, Chase helped himself to the last bread roll left in the baskets the waiters had left earlier.

"Did you--" Drew titls the basket towards him so he can analyze the full damage of Chase's consumption. They both laugh, realizing the basket is completely void. "Maybe if we weren't waiting on JD and Y/n, we could get some real food going around."

The sole mention of your name has Drew on edge. He's recently lost the ability to control his own reactions around you as his body surrenders to the very mention of your name.

"Speak of the devil," Chase says as you and JD enter the restaurant side by side, a little embarrassed. "Fashionably late, as always." Madelyn remarks and you giggle.

"I'm sorry guys! I couldn't find my shoes and I extorted Jonathan for his kindness, so don't get mad at him." Your voice is sweet as you make your way around the table. Drew felt as though there were noise-cancelling headphones blocking out any surround sound.

His eyes fulfill their god-given purpose and stay glued to your frame--a very well-dressed frame might he add. You look stunning. He notices that you styled your hair differently. He's unsure if it's personal preference or a maintenance concern, but you rarely wore your natural curls out.

You're always opting to straighten them or put them up, but he thinks it amplifies your allure tenfold. Maybe he's just biased. That must be the case when he realizes he hasn't taken a breath since you walked in.

You situate yourself in the last empty seat between Madelyn and Chase, directly in front of Drew. Oh, this should be fun.

He clears his throat behind a closed fist, glancing up at you by chance and catching your gaze by luck. He does a double take and straightens up. "You look, just--" The words fade on him and he prays the ground would burst open at the seams and swallow him.

"Thank you, so do you." You return the half-finished compliment. However, it's for the best you don't say much about how Drew looks tonight. You're not sure you'd be able to conclude the sentence without the words 'edible', or 'sex on legs'.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, JD leans forward to whisper to Madison. "Remember that bet we made for Drew and Y/n, you predicted they'd get together within three months, and guess what? It'll be three months at midnight."

Madison giggles with a playful roll of her eyes. "What? Do you have this on your calendar or something?" JD does in fact proceed to show her his calendar with a marked date that says "Pay Day." Her eyes squint at him, "You are so ridiculous do you know that? I'm not backing down. The night is still young." She grins, and JD just shakes his head at the girl in clear denial.

The night flows on, filled with warmth and familiar laughter circulating the tables as everyone enjoys their conversations. You glanced down into your lap while Chase recounted a funny moment from earlier today on set.

You're anxiously considering if you should succumb to your sinful nature of greed and steal another glance at the breathtaking man sitting across the table.

You shouldn’t glance up—you know you shouldn’t—but you do anyway, and there he is, already watching you. The corner of his mouth curls into the faintest, most maddening smirk like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You hate to admit it but it intimidates you. The weight of his gaze sends an electric chill down your spine, prompting you to shift in your seat. Drew reaches for a sip of water from the crystal glass on the table while you shift in place.

You cross your legs and your left heel accidentally brushes the inside of Drew's leg and he chokes. He quickly shields it behind a cough and you look like a deer caught in headlights as his ice-blue orbs are piercing through you.

Your foot hasn't moved, but you decided not to provoke him any further and retract it back within your bounds. Your heart is racing and suddenly you're the one reaching for a glass of water to satiate your thirst, but you both know it's an impossible task since there's only one remedy and he's sitting right in front of you.

By midnight the cast made it back to their rooms, ready to unwind from a long day and eventful night meanwhile you're stuck. Your mind is bouncing between the walls that seem to get closer the more you pace back and forth.

You've been at it for the last 5 minutes since you made it back to your room. Any normal person would be putting the night behind them and getting ready for bed--but no.

You're not normal. You're obsessed.

Pathetically hooked on the idea of a man who's just 3 doors down the hall--completely oblivious to the trainwreck Drew was making of himself because of you.

You're chewing at your fingernails, contemplating just knocking on his door. Is that crazy? What if it's all in your head?

The latter possibility didn't weigh enough to hold you back from any impulsive decisions as you're stepping over to his door with your heels still on and all it takes is one deep breath before you're raising your hand to knock but it swings open before it makes contact.

Drew looks like he hadn't taken a seat since he got back either. He looks restless, frazzled, and maybe even frustrated. His chest halts on the incline as he holds his breath, startled to see exactly who he'd been looking for standing right in front of him.

His eyes rake over your figure frantically as if trying to decipher if you're truly standing in front of him.

"Hi," You breathe out, your head angled up to admire his perfect features while he stares down at you.

"Hey," His voice is soft, struggling to mask the undertone of sheer need.

Your mouth gapes, hesitating to say something but you decide to let your body speak for itself. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and tug him down so your lips crash against his.

The dam finally bursts and Drew's hands fly to wrap around your waist and pull you inside, swiftly closing the door behind you before he has you pinned up against it. His lips worked desperately along the expanse of your neck, trying to be mindful about his marks but he couldn't help himself. He's wanted this for so long-- Needed you for so long.

"Drew-" You gasp as he sucked particularly hard just below your ear, it sends you reeling and your eyes roll back with the little bit of your sanity that remains. "Hm?" He hums into the sweet scent of your skin, the same scent that's taunted him for months.

"Never mind." You dismiss yourself and resume the heated kisses that were paired with your desperate hands. You hastily unbuttoned his shirt while he unzipped the back of your dress, all while never breaking the kiss.

It's intense. Your hands ghost over the definition of his abs and he tenses a little as he curses under his breath. Every ounce of contact you made with his body, lit his skin on fire.

Your dress puddles around your ankles once it meets the floor and Drew wastes no time before he's slowly sinking to his knees, your head shakes repeatedly but no words escape.

You're not even sure why you're denying it, your body wasn't functioning correctly--but could you blame it? You had thee Drew Starkey on his knees for you, and he was about to put his mouth to good great use.

Your point is proved once he had your panties on the floor and one leg hooked over his shoulder. His tongue lapped over your folds, languidly at first, as if to test the passion-infested waters.

"Drew--please." That's all it takes. One airy breath from you and he's consuming you from the core. His nose brushes against your clit every so often as his warm, wet tongue slides over your cunt with an unnatural hunger.

Your hands reach out to hold on to something, anything, but you're left to scratch at the door desperately as he works you to till you're tight-roping across the edge. Drew's just as turned on as you are, the rock-solid boner he's sporting beneath his dress pants a true testament to it.

His focus finally shifts to the pearl of your pussy, and you almost wish he'd never moved to it. X would never recover if they knew Drew Starkey ate pussy with his life.

Your legs are beginning to shake and it's a telltale sign that within seconds his name will be the only word falling from your lips. Once it finally hits you, the world crumbles and you feel like an angel falling from heaven. His mouth had pulled you down into the depths of hell, right into his arms and you couldn't be happier.

You make this clear when you pull him up to meet your gaze, he towers over you but you distract yourself from the effect it has on you by taking his thumb and wiping your slick off his swollen pink lips and sucking it off, wrapping your tongue around his thumb until he snaps.

Within the same second, he moves his hands to grab at the sides of your face, kissing you deeply. It's nothing but tongue and there's spit rolling over your bottom lip by the time you're both pulling back, chests heaving, lungs filled with each other's air, but it still wasn't enough.

He's holding onto you like he can never let you go. "You've got no idea how long I've needed this, needed you." He says and it makes your heart stutter in its rhythm. "Oh please," You dismiss him but his left hand stays on your waist while the other gently cups your cheek.

His eyes scan to search for yours in the dimly lit room, the only source of light stemming from the lone lamp beside the bed. "I like you, Y/n. It wasn't a secret. How could it be? I can't help myself around you." His words put a cheesy grin on your face.

"I like you, Drew. Always have. Big fan of your work, by the way." You giggle, referring to the almost degrading acts he'd just committed between your legs, but it evokes a breathy chuckle from him.

"Yeah?" He teases, stepping towards you and you take one step back, but he surprises you and scoops you up into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he leads you to the bed, tossing you onto your back and he crawls between your legs.

There's one last soft glance between the two of you. No more yearning, no more stealing glances from across the room. Finally, you're in his arms and you fit more perfectly than he could've imagined.

"What?" You say blankly, wondering what had him warped inside his own mind for so long. A smile stretches across his lips, "Nothin', just happy to be here." It's corny, but you laugh anyway. Moaning into the sweet kiss he dropped down to your lips, holding himself up with those big strong arms of his.

The rest is a blur of strong hands and intoxicating kisses that are used to distract you from the sweet burn that engulfed your body into flames as he rolled his hips into yours, letting his cock push into you for the first time.

The gasps you both let out are innocent, shocked and full of bliss from the moment he bottoms out. "Just l-let me know if you want me to slow down at any time, okay?" The sentiment comes out through clenched teeth as he refrains from any sudden movements.

The heat of your velvet walls convulsing around him is driving him to a point beyond insanity. "Oh god, start moving--please," you whine and Drew's body shudders.

"Fuck, don't beg. I'll give you anything you want, baby." He seals his promise with an accelerated pace, his cock driving in and out of you at a steady rhythm that had you arching into him, eyes screwed shut and unable to meet his gaze."

"Hey, hey, look at me." He deepens his thrusts and it makes the requirements of his words that much harder to meet. Struggling, your eyes flutter open but you shy away under his piercing gaze.

He looked too good for a man fucking your brains out. The way his jaw worked, locked in place from concentrations. His body was coated in a thin sheet of sweat that made him glisten under the rays of the lamp.

"God, you look perfect. So gorgeous." He flatters you and it heightens your high tenfold. Your hands reach out to grab onto the sheets of his bed but he offers you his hand instead. Giving it an assuring squeeze as you tumble into a vortex of euphoria. "I'm-" Interrupted by your own orgasm you short-circuit and the sight of you unravelling underneath him is enough to make him cum.

"Y/n-- shit!" He groans, hips stuttering rapidly until he blows his load and holds his place over you. The room goes quiet, filled with nothing but the consistent attempts for you to catch your breath. When you're ready, he pulls out slowly, tying off the condom and tossing it out.

"I'm gonna head to the shower," It falls from your lips suggestively but Drew waits for you to make your intentions clear. He licks his lips as he watches you strut your way to the bathroom, stopping once you're in the frame.

There's a charming grin you flash him from over your shoulder, "You coming or what?"

He was in fact coming. Twice, in the shower, you made sure the first time you repaid the favour with your mouth that was too talented for him to handle. His palm held your hair tight in a makeshift ponytail, holding onto the glass for his life before he fucked you up against it.

Sensically, there were no condoms available in the shower and you both recognized the risk you'd be taking but anything was worth the risk if it involved you. Besides, you both swore this would be the first and last time you fuck raw.

What a lie.

The minute you felt the unfiltered length of his cock slip into you, you knew it was a done deal. This was going to be a very big problem for both of you in the near future. He's your new addiction and you'll never quit.

The following morning the cast was expected to meet each other downstairs at 11 am for brunch, but here you are, tangled up under Drew's sheets at 1 in the afternoon after waking up only 20 minutes earlier. Your excessive sexcapades from the night before had worn you both out.

The blankets are covering your bodies as Drew slides between your folds with leisure, taking his time and fucking you open intimately. "You think they noticed we're missing?" Drew breathes out and your arms go to wrap around his neck as you answer. "Definitely. I'm not sure, but I think Madison was betting on this."

"Give her whatever she's owed. She wins, and god I'm so glad."

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flowersforbucky · 7 months ago

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sweetener

bucky barnes x reader

summary: when the vacation that you've been planning for months gets canceled due to a last minute mission, you can't help but feel bummed - the bright side is that you're being sent on a mission with bucky.

word count: 5.3k - my masterlist

warnings/tags: canon level violence, descriptions of injuries, mention of blood, almost drowning, hospital setting, bad guys getting killed (not descriptive), non-sexual nudity, hurt/comfort trope, avenger!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, language, reader pov, no use of y/n, fem reader, bucky being super soft, not explicit but mdni please

when life deals us cards

make everything taste like it is salt

then you come through like the sweetener you are

to bring the bitter taste to a halt

Hand warmers. Flashlight and extra batteries. Can opener. Matches. First aid kit –

You glance down the handwritten list for the dozenth time that morning, checking and rechecking that you aren't forgetting anything obvious.

Your eyes flicker between the ridiculous amount of supplies scattered across your bed and the three large duffle bags on your floor that you're determined to pack it all into. You know that you are most likely being excessive, but you'd much rather be too thorough than not thorough enough when you're about to be miles deep in the Appalachian wilderness.

Sure, you'd be staying at a relatively civilized campground with restrooms and showers, but this is the first time that you've been camping in years, and your first time ever going camping alone.

A two day road trip there, then six days in the Great Smoky Mountains, and then another two day road trip back to upstate New York.

A much needed ten days of time spent by yourself, seeing as how you haven't gone on anything resembling a vacation in over two years. The last couple years have been nonstop work with very little time for relaxation.

To say that you're excited would be an understatement. Although you find immense fulfillment in the work that you do with the Avengers and can't see yourself doing anything else, you're ready to sit by a warm fire and sleep under the stars without a care in the world.

Just as you've finished packing the second bag and are about to begin on the third, the Bluetooth speaker that your cell phone is paired to begins blasting your ringtone, cutting off the music that you'd been listening to while you pack.

When you grab the phone off of your nightstand and see the name Nick Fury displayed across the screen, a ball of unease immediately forms in the pit of your stomach.

Nick Fury isn't the type to call and chit chat about how your day is going or what shows you've been binge watching. He's the type to call when he wants something done, and wants it done now.

“Hey, Fury,” you greet in a neutral tone as you perch on the edge of your bed. With the phone still connected to your speaker, you place it back down on the nightstand so that you are free to wring your hands together.

“Agent,” Fury's voice booms throughout your room. “I hope I've caught you before you've left the state of New York.”

Godfuckingdammit.

“Uh - yep. I'm still here. Packing up for my trip right now,” you answer, trying your hardest to conceal the irritation in your voice. There's a small voice in the back of your head telling you that you should just lie and say you are already on the road, but you're not stupid enough to lie to Nick Fury.

There's a second, louder voice in the back of your mind screaming at you that you shouldn’t have even answered the phone.

“You know I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm going to suggest you pack a tactical suit and weapon of choice instead of hiking boots and a sleeping bag. We just got word that a vibranium weapons dealer we've been tracking will be receiving a large shipment at a port in Destin tomorrow night. Need you and Barnes on a flight to Florida this afternoon.”

“Florida?” you repeat, unable to hide the shock and disappointment in your tone. “I can't go to Florida right now. I've been planning this trip for months. I put in the notice for my leave–”

“I realize that this is unfortunate timing but I'm afraid that this is non-negotiable, Agent,” he interrupts you in a tone of finality. “If we don't intercept this shipment then these weapons fall into very dangerous hands. With Romanoff and Rogers still in San Antonio until next week, I have no choice but to ask you and Barnes to handle it.”

You exhale an audible, frustrated breath and massage the heels of your palms into your eye sockets. You don't know why you're surprised. It's not like illegal arms dealers take your vacation time into consideration when they plot their dealings.

“Is that understood, Agent?” he asks when you don't respond.

“Yes,” you say as you dig your nails into the flesh of your palm to hold back any further argument. “Yes, I understand.”

“Great. The jet leaves in three hours.”

The line cuts off before you can get another word out.

You groan out loud. Three hours. That doesn't even leave you enough time to feel sorry for yourself.

You look around at the chaotic state of your room before your gaze lands on the already packed duffle bags filled with camping supplies.

You're too annoyed and short on time to care right now, so you empty the contents of both bags back onto your bed and tell yourself that you'll deal with the mess when you get back home. For now, you need to focus on packing the appropriate items for taking down a vibranium arms dealer in hotass Florida.

Beneath all of the disappointment and frustration, there's a glimmer of relief that at the very least it's Bucky who you're being sent on this unexpected mission with. You may not be fond of hot weather, but you are quite fond of him.

••••••

Just as Fury said, the jet departs from the compound at exactly three o'clock. You sit in the aircraft's cabin, reading through a thick file containing all of the information that SHIELD has compiled on Dmitri Petrov's crime empire, ranging from drug smuggling to illegal arms deals.

You are only a few pages into the report and it's abundantly clear why this mission was non-negotiable. Petrov has been getting away unscatched for years - tomorrow night will be the first clear opportunity for a take down since getting on SHIELD's radar.

“Coffee?” A voice snaps you back to reality, making you realize that you're reading the same sentence for the dozenth time. “Three creams, two sugars.”

You look up to find a vibranium hand holding out a disposable cup to you. If the fact that he's committed the way you take your coffee to memory isn't enough to increase your heart rate, his smirk and the crinkles around his blue eyes do the trick.

“Thank you,” you tell him, snapping the folder shut on the table in front of you. “My eyes are on the verge of bleeding.” You take a sip of the coffee - indeed, three creams and two sugars.

He takes the seat directly across from you, spinning the folder around for him to flip through himself.

“We land in less than half an hour and you've been reading this the entire flight,” he says teasingly as he thumbs through the pages. “I think it's safe to say you're prepared.”

“Just trying to get myself in the right headspace. I didn't know anything about this operation until a few hours ago, you know.”

Not one to complain, you had yet to bring up the fact that your trip had been postponed in order for you to be here. You had talked about the trip on several occasions with Bucky, but you didn't expect him to remember the exact dates that you were supposed to be gone.

Sure - if he was going to be away for over a week, you'd be hyper aware of it until he returned - but you weren't naive enough to think that he would know the exact dates of your comings and goings.

He places the file back down, returning his attention to you.

“I know,” he sighs, a sympathetic look on his face. “I was on my way to tell you to have a good trip and to be safe when I got the call from Fury this morning.”

Oh. Your cheeks heat at the casual admission from him.

“I'm sorry about your trip. I know you were really looking forward to it,” he adds sincerely. “I'm going to find extra enjoyment in putting Dmitri Petrov behind bars for causing it to get canceled.”

“You and me both,” you chuckle. “Really though, it's okay. I was bummed, but it's not the end of the world. It can easily be rescheduled once this guy is locked up and we're back home.”

You don't add the fact that you find yourself caring less and less about the canceled trip the longer that you sit here with him.

“There is at least one silver lining to this, you know,” he chimes, leaning forward with his elbows on the table between you. You instinctively lean in closer too, causing the side of your leg to brush against his beneath the table. You wait to see if he'll pull away, and when he doesn't, you leave the side of your thigh resting against his.

“Oh, yeah? And what's that?”

“Petrov’s shipment isn't set to arrive until tomorrow night, and they've sent us down here the day prior. It's not like we have to stay holed up in our hotel room for the next twenty-four hours, right?”

••••••

Bucky's right - there's no sense in locking yourselves inside the hotel room until the time of the weapons deal tomorrow evening, but when you see the hotel room that you'll be spending the next couple nights in, you think you would also be okay with staying inside if you had to.

It's not a five star resort by any means, but in comparison to the dingy roadside motels that you're normally stuck in for missions? This place might as well be a Four Seasons.

It's relatively small, but there's more than enough space for the two of you. There's one full size bed, plus a couch that converts to a futon mattress - the latter of which Bucky insists on taking, giving you the bed. The bathroom is nearly as big as the main room, with a jacuzzi tub that's bigger than three standard bathtubs put together.

And the best part of it? When you open the curtains to the sliding glass door on the backside of the room, there's a clear view of turquoise water and white sand.

“I guess Fury felt a little bad about springing this on me at the last minute, after all,” you sigh as you pull the door open, letting the light breeze pull the smell of saltwater into the room. “Can't say that I’ve been given a beachfront room for a mission before.”

Bucky walks up to stand beside you, leaning against the doorframe and staring out to the ocean.

“It's definitely a step up from the rat and roach infested Motel 6 that Sam and I had to spend three nights in when we were sent to Atlanta for recon last month.”

You shake your head, both cringing and laughing at the memory of him ranting about the motel room as soon as he saw you after returning home.

“It was the size of a fucking capybara. Why are you laughing? I opened the bathroom door and it charged at me–”

A sudden deep rumbling noise snaps you out of the memory and you glance down at your stomach in surprise. You suppose it makes sense that your body is screaming at you to eat - you had such little time to pack for Destin before your flight left that you hadn't even bothered with lunch today.

“How does pizza sound?” Bucky asks with a knowing smirk. “I saw a pizza place just down the street on the way here.”

“Anything sounds good right now,” you sigh, both starving and exhausted from your day of packing, unpacking, re-packing and traveling.

“I'll go grab one for us,” he tells you, pulling the keys to the rental car out of his pocket. “Just stay here and get settled in.”

You don't object, itching to change into comfier, more weather appropriate clothes. When you left the state of New York just a few hours ago, it was chilly outside. Now that you are in eighty plus degree Destin, the sweater and boots that you're wearing have got to go.

You unpack your bag, thankful that you had brought a pair of casual drawstring shorts. You throw them on, along with a tank top. You decide to go ahead and convert the futon from a sofa into a bed, and then search through the hotel room's small linen closet for a set of sheets and a quilt. If Bucky insists on you taking the comfier sleeping option and going to get food for the two of you, you figure the least you can do is make his bed for him.

When he returns, he not only has a large cardboard box containing the pizza, but a plastic bag hanging from his vibranium arm as well.

“Grab a towel and follow me,” he tells you before he's even closed the door behind him.

“Follow you?” You laugh, taken aback by the instructions. “Where are we going?”

You hop up from where you'd been mindlessly scrolling on your phone on the bed, doing as he asked and grabbing one of the complementary beach towels from the bathroom closet.

“Not staying holed up in our hotel room. Remember?”

And with that he pulls the sliding glass door open with his empty hand and exits the room, heading towards the beach that sits directly in the backyard. You don't even take the time to throw on a pair of tennis shoes before practically running after him through the sand.

He comes to a stop when he's a few yards away from where the waves wash up against shore and turns back to look at you. You take it as your cue to spread the towel across the sand at your feet.

He sits down and you follow, the cardboard box nestled between you. He opens it, revealing a pizza that is split down the middle - half your favorite, half his favorite.

“I know it's not a campfire in the Great Smoky Mountains,” he smirks. He digs into the plastic bag and pulls out a drink for each of you, along with some napkins. “But it's the best I could do in our current situation.”

The sentiment leaves you momentarily speechless. You know it isn't a grand declaration of love, and it might not mean as much to some people as it does to you - but you can't remember the last time someone went out of their way just to improve your day in such a simple yet thoughtful way.

Between the pizza, the vibrant pink and purple sky as the sun sinks beyond the ocean's horizon, the sound of the waves and him beside you, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.

“No,” you murmur. “It's not. But it's perfect.”

••••••

The next day, you manage to forget that you're actually on a super important mission taking down a dangerous illegal arms dealer.

The first half of the day feels like an actual vacation - the closest thing you've had to a vacation in a long time, anyway. You sleep in until nearly ten o'clock in the morning - which may not be considered sleeping in for some people, but in this line of work, you've overslept if you're still in bed at eight am.

After waking up thoroughly rested and refreshed, the two of you get brunch and then spend the early hours of the afternoon leisurely strolling at the boardwalk just a short drive from your hotel.

You and Bucky are sitting on a bench eating ice cream when you check your phone for the first time in hours and realize how quickly the day has gone. It's already four o'clock - you're due to be on lookout at the pier where Petrov's exchange will occur soon.

“What's wrong?” Bucky asks when you huff under your breath as you stick your phone back into your pocket. “Nervous about tonight?”

You're not nervous, truthfully. You're fully confident that you and Bucky will be able to handle the job. You've been on countless missions less straight forward than this before, and so has he.

“No,” you shake your head as you take another bite of your ice cream cone. “It's… silly,” you say, waving your hand in dismissal.

“I'm sure it's not silly,” he assures you gently.

You pause, staring at a couple holding hands in the distance as you contemplate your words.

Bucky seems to follow your gaze.

“Today has just been really nice,” you shrug with a small smile. “I almost don't want to go back home.”

From your peripheral vision, you see his face shift to look at you. You continue to eat your ice cream, pretending that his stare doesn't warm you more than the Florida sun.

“We're on the same page then, doll.”

••••••

A few hours later, a feeder ship pulls up to the pier just after dusk.

“We've got eyes on three men,” you say lowly into your communication device. “They're guarding the pier. No sign of Petrov yet.”

“He'll show,” Fury's voice echoes in your ear. “Keep watch until then. Backup is on standby to take him in.” The comm clicks off before you can respond.

“I know there's a lot riding on this going smoothly,” you grumble as you bring your binoculars back up to your eyes. “But sometimes I think he just really needs to get laid.”

You and Bucky are across the road from the pier, concealed by large shrubs and the darkness of the night sky. You've been sitting here as still and silently as possible for well over an hour, before Petrov's men had even arrived to stand guard at the dock.

You really fucking have to pee.

Headlights begin to approach from down the street, and as the vehicle gets closer you're able to see that it's a large, black van.

Totally not suspicious at all.

It comes to a stop close to the boat dock, and a second later Petrov hops out of the driver's seat. You recognize him right away by his shrimpy build and receding hairline.

“I should just take them all out from here and be done with this,” Bucky grumbles from beside you.

“I agree,” you sigh. “But Fury's adamant that Petrov be brought in alive if possible. He’s got an empire behind him that we need to find out as much as possible about. His men, however..” you trail off.

Bucky looks through the scope of his gun, zeroing in on one of the guards.

“Blow a tire on the van first,” you murmur. “So Petrov can't flee.”

“I'll take out these three guards, and then I'll get Petrov and call for back-up. You worry about getting to that ship and taking out anyone inside. Sound like a plan?”

“Easy peasy,” you agree.

Less than thirty seconds later, all three guards have dropped dead and Petrov is frantically running to his van, unaware that Bucky had shot the back tire after killing his guards. You and Bucky emerge from the shrubs, sprinting across the road. He dashes towards Petrov, who freezes and begins shouting curses in Russian when he sees what is running towards him.

Bucky lands a punch to Petrov's jaw as you're running past them, only slowing down enough to not trip over the guard’s dead bodies that are littered across the dock.

You're only a few yards away from the ship when you hear Bucky screech your name. You immediately come to a halt, turning back to see why he could be calling for you.

You see a tall, burly man - someone that you and Bucky hadn't noticed before - sprinting down the dock after you. He raises his arm above his head, his hand holding a rocklike object that he sends barreling in your direction.

It's the last thing you see before everything fades to black.

••••••

The shrill, repetitive beeping of a monitor pulls you out of limbo and back to earth.

You're met with painfully bright, fluorescent lighting that has you squinting your eyes shut before you can make sense of your surroundings.

“Bucky,” you attempt to call out but it sounds like the croak of a lifelong smoker. Your eyes begin to adjust to the harsh lighting, allowing you to see that you're alone in a hospital room. You raise your fingertips to where it feels as if your brain is pulsing through your skull. There's a thick, defined knot on the top of your head that's sensitive to the touch.

Panic starts to take over you. Bits and pieces of the mission start to flash through your mind. Bucky shooting the guards, you running towards the feeder ship when you heard Bucky yell your name and then turning to see –

“Bucky!” You call out louder, your voice still hoarse. You sit up, not hesitating to carelessly yank an IV out of your arm. You're vaguely aware of the fact that you're in only a hospital gown and that blood is now trickling down your left arm, but you don't care.

You throw your legs over the side of the bed, standing up far too quickly. Your vision fades to a fuzzy gray and you're overcome with an intense wave of vertigo as the room spins around you. You grab onto the metal side railing of the hospital bed to keep yourself upright, desperately trying to focus your eyes enough to find the nurse's call button.

“Hi! I'll be to your room in just a moment��” An overly cheerful, feminine voice pours from the speaker a moment after pressing the button.

“What happened? How long have I been here? Where is my–”

The door to your room opens, and you immediately breathe an audible sigh of relief as your last question is answered. He looks as though he could use a good night's sleep, but he is okay.

“What the fuck happened?” Bucky exclaims as he rushes over to where you're still clutching the hospital bed railing for support. You follow his gaze to your arm, seeing that there's now blood all over your gown as well as the white floor around your feet.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you mumble, embarrassed by your current state. He guides you back to the edge of the mattress before walking away to get a towel from the bathroom. “I was worried something happened to you,” you add weakly.

He wipes the blood trail on your skin before using the hand towel to apply pressure to the puncture in the bend of your arm.

“I'm okay,” he assures you delicately. “I had just gone to get some coffee.” He glances at the styrofoam to-go cup that you hadn't even noticed him place on the bedside table when he entered the room.

“How long was I asleep?” You ask, noticing that it's still pitch dark outside. You also notice that he's no longer in the clothes that he wore on the mission - now wearing a pair of loose fitting black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. “What happened?”

“There was another guy in the back of Petrov’s van,” Bucky tenses, still holding the towel to your arm for you. “We were both distracted and he snuck up on you. He hit you over the head with a piece of vibranium and threw you into the water.” His jaw clenches as he recounts what happened, meeting your gaze with a pained look.

“But you saved me,” you finish for him.

“Yes,” he gulps. “I did. But I was almost too late. By the time I knocked out Petrov and killed the man who hit you.. it felt like it took forever to find you in the water. You almost drown–”

He cuts himself off, unable to force the last word out. A nurse enters the room as you open your mouth to offer him reassurance. Bucky holds your gaze for a split-second longer before reluctantly dropping his hold on your arm and turning to take a seat in the room's singular guest chair.

The nurse informs you that they did a CT scan while you were unconscious, and that while you don't have any swelling or bleeding on your brain from the blow, the doctor believes you to have a concussion and tells you that she will need to do an exam now that you are awake before they feel comfortable discharging you.

Judging by the high-pitched ringing that you've heard in your ears since you woke up and the way that you feel dizzy when you even think about trying to stand up, you don't doubt that you're concussed.

An hour later, you've been thoroughly examined and it is confirmed that yes - you are indeed concussed. The doctor discharges you under the condition that you don't drive and that someone keeps a close eye on you for the next twenty-four hours.

“Don't worry,” you hear Bucky tell her when you step into the bathroom to throw on a pair of dry sweatpants, a t-shirt, and cheap shower slides that the hospital had given you to wear back to the hotel, seeing as how your tactical suit and boots are still sopping wet with ocean water. “I'm not letting her out of my sight.”

The nurse who helps you dress gives you a small smirk at his words.

“You're a lucky woman,” she tells you quietly. “He was worried sick until you woke up.”

You avoid her gaze, your cheeks heating. You busy yourself by tightening the drawstrings to the gray sweatpants.

“I am lucky,” you agree. “He's a great partner.”

She raises an eyebrow at the word partner, but doesn't make any further comment.

By the time that you and Bucky make it back to your hotel room, the sun has started to rise.

Bucky all but carries you inside, only letting go of you when you're perched on the edge of the mattress. Your head is still throbbing despite the extra strength ibuprofen that you'd taken before leaving the hospital, and you still can't walk without stumbling from dizziness, but at least the intense ringing in your ears has begun to subside.

You feel tired down to your very bones, but you have no doubt that Bucky is even more exhausted. You'd been unconscious for nearly eight hours during the night, whereas he had been awake the entire time sitting by your bedside.

“You get some rest,” you tell him. You brace your hands against the mattress, preparing to attempt to stand back up. “I smell like a mixture of sweat and fish from being in the ocean, so I'm going to shower off.”

You push yourself off of the bed, and as quickly as you stand, you're sitting back down. The room immediately begins spinning in circles around you, sending a wave of nausea through the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah, not likely,” Bucky huffs lightly. “You can't stand up, and the shower doesn't have a seat. How about we compromise on a bath?”

You give a weak nod, too tired to protest. A warm bath sounds incredible right now.

Bucky retreats to the bathroom, where he turns on the water to fill the tub before returning to help you get up from the bed without toppling over. He secures his flesh arm around your waist and guides you to the closed toilet, where you carefully sit down.

“Do you.. need help undressing? Or..?” He asks hesitantly.

“No,” you breathe with an awkward laugh. “I think I've got it.”

He gives you a quick nod, looking away to give you the privacy to shed your clothes. You carefully tug the oversized t-shirt the hospital had given you over your head, wincing when it brushes against the swollen knot on the side of your scalp. You rise off the lid of the toilet just enough to push your sweatpants down to your ankles.

“Okay,” you murmur, letting him know that you're ready to step into the tub.

He grabs one of your hands in his, and places his metal hand on the small of your back as you step over the side of the large jacuzzi tub and into the water.

You're aware of the intimacy of the scenario, but you can't find it in yourself to feel insecure or embarrassed right now - you're sure that's largely due to the concussion, but you think it's also simply because of who you're with.

If it were Sam, or Steve, or anyone else, you know you'd be mortified to be utterly exposed as they help you take a bath. If it were anyone else you wouldn't be taking a bath right now - you would have just gone to sleep and waited until you could fully do it yourself instead of putting yourself in such a vulnerable position.

Not that you don't trust your other teammates. But with Bucky, it doesn't feel vulnerable.

He lowers you into the water, your entire body instantly relaxing at the warmth. You glance to his face, noticing a faint purple bruise along his cheekbone.

“I'm going to leave the door cracked. I'll be right outside if you need anything. Just let me know when you're ready to get out, okay?”

You don't respond, instead reaching up to his face, where you run your finger along the outline of the bruise. He freezes beneath your touch, his eyes meeting yours.

“Don't worry,” he assures you softly. “It was a lot worse when it first happened. It's already almost gone.”

“I'm sorry,” you whisper. “It happened because of me. I wasn't paying attention as well as I should have been. Should have heard that guy coming.”

“Don't say that.” He places his flesh hand on top of where yours still rests against his cheek and then brings it in front of his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. “You're okay, and that's the only thing that matters now.”

“Mmm,” you hum, staring at his lips that are no more than an inch away from your hand.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice patient and curious.

You hesitate for a brief moment before leaning forward and pressing your lips to the bruise in a featherlight kiss. You pull back, once more resting your back against the tub and giving him a small shrug.

“Just thinking that I wanted to do that. Have for a while.”

He grins, a faint blush taking over the apples of his cheeks.

“Yeah, I'd say you're definitely concussed.”

You chuckle, your smile matching his. “I am,” you agree. “But the concussion will go away soon, and I'll still want to kiss you then, too.”

He then presses his lips to the side of your hand, causing goosebumps to form across your skin despite the warm water that you sit in.

“I hope that you will do just that.”

••••••

One month later

You wake up to the smell of campfire smoke that creeps through the crack in the partially zipped tent.

Despite a thick sleeping bag, multiple blankets, and the plush sweater that you wear, you can't help but shiver.

Something is missing.

You look around the tent, your eyes adjusting to the early morning daylight that filters into the tent.

Someone is missing.

You reluctantly exit your cozy sleeping bag, shoving your wool sock covered feet into your boots and crawling out of the tent.

Bucky is facing away from you, cracking an egg into a pan that is positioned over the fire.

“Good morning,” you murmur as you creep up behind him, wrapping an arm around his midsection. He wraps his own arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he teases softly. “What's on the agenda today?”

“Maybe some hiking, maybe some biking,” you shrug into him. “Maybe a little bit of you keeping me warm in that tent.”

He laughs, more carefree than you've ever seen him before.

“See? It's a good thing that your trip got postponed. What if I wasn't here to keep you warm?”

You raise up to capture his lips in yours, the taste of fresh brewed French press coffee on his breath.

“Remind me to thank Fury for that when we get back.”

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More Alley Boyfriends please?!?!

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"Tim," The sharp bark of his name takes him by surprise, so much so that he nearly falls off his bike. Tim manages to catch his footing, though he knows Bruce saw him stumble while trying to mount his bike.

It was a bit embarrassing, since Tim hadn't allowed himself to be clumsy around his Red Bird since his Robin days. If only no one else had seen it. But alas, it wasn't just Bruce who witnessed his slight fumble.

By that, he meant everyone in the cave was staring at him, with various expressions on their faces that were hard to decipher without any form of mind-reading. Which was odd, to say the least.

Why were they all so focused on him, not the usual post-patrol routine?

"Um, yeah?" He turns his attention to Bruce, adjusting the balance of his bike under him. He tries not to let his impatience leak into his voice, but today's patrol was annoyingly long, even though they hadn't been much crime to take care of.

Sure, the Bats had stopped a mugging or two, and yeah, Tim did find some new evidence for a cold case he's been trying to crack for the last five months, but that was a short burst of activity over many hours. It was agonizing to fly around the city, waiting for the time to pass when nothing significant happened.

It felt like such a waste.

Or maybe he was just impatient for the weekend to officially start, and the clock's ticking seemed to slow down when he wanted it to go faster.

After all, this weekend wasn't his average one. He had plans for once that he couldn't wait for. Tim was going on a small vacation for the first time since becoming Robin, which meant no Wayne Enterprise, no Red Robin, and no Young Justice.

Nothing.

Just Tim Drake enjoying his time off camping with his dear coffee-making roommate.

Danny had been talking about the Dark Sky reservation in a nearby national park for some time, and this Saturday was the famous meteor shower, Pariah's Defeat, that Danny wanted to see.

It came only once every fifty years and was said to have dozens of spectacular glowing streaks across the sky, ending with a large comet. His roommate had been talking about watching the live stream for weeks, with the same excitement Tim felt when new items were added to Heart Attack.

Tim wasn't sure what drove him to rent the RV or tell Tam he would be out of the office for a whole week (much to her surprise). He actually didn't really think about it. It wasn't until after he got the email confirmations for the RV rental center or the national park main office that he even realized what that meant.

Still, when he told Danny he rented out a space in the National Park, right in the best spot for the metro shower (pulling his strings and flashing his privlage to make it happened) it had felt like the most fantastic idea he's ever had with the way Danny leaped into his arms jumping up and down with joy.

"Tim," Bruce repeats a little sharper, snapping Tim out of his thoughts about his friend. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

Tim stares, realizing that his family has suddenly surrounded him, no longer just watching from a distance but now only a few feet away. Each of them looks distressed, holding envelopes. What's going on?

"Huh? No, sorry I-"

"A side effect." Jason spits, which is a bit insulting. First, he interrupts him, and then he talks to him that way?

"A side effect of what?"

"I don't know, Tim. Maybe you can tell us what you've been shooting up." Jason all but sneers. He throws a hand to a nearby table, which Tim had noticed earlier. Back then, it was covered in a cloth. Now, it's displayed test tubes and an oddly glowing green liquid.

At first glance, Tim wants to say it's Lazarus water, but he can see how easily it's moving in various separatory funnels connected in glass loops. There is an entire chemistry lab set up there with various Beakers, Erlenmeyer flasks, test tubes, graduated cylinders, volumetric flasks, and burets. Each was holding a bit of that green liquid, but what really caught Tim's attention was the frost forming around each container.

"What is that?" he asks while unmounting his bike. He moves with the intent of expecting the odd liquid, but Dick steps into his path. He blinks up at his stern-looking brother, who crosses his arms and straightens his back upwards.

It's a familiar pose—the kind Dick makes when he's about to start a lecture—but this time, his eyes are large and sad. Like a child who was just told the truth about Santa Claus. Before Tim's team killed him.

Oh, crude was this about Tim killing Santa?

"Tim, you know we love you, right?" Dick starts off, his eyes somehow growing wider. He's a little worried they would pop out of his skull.

"Um, yeah?" Tim replies slowly, glancing around the others only to find them staring just as intensely as Dick. "Did something happen? Why are you all-"

"Tim." Bruce cuts in again, stepping closer and thrusting out the envelope. "We tested it. We know it's a potent substance that causes endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin to increase alarmingly. It's highly addictive. "

Oh, that made far more sense.

"A new drug, huh?" He sighs, rubbing at his neck. "I can help if it's in danger of spilling into the streets, but I can't move my schedule around this weekend. I'm taking some personal time off."

Bruce's face hardens. "We know Tim."

That draws him up short. The phrase itself is innocent, but the tone implied that Bruce wasn't just talking about his vacation. In fact, it was pointed enough that it felt like he was accusing Tim of something.

"I should hope so? You did sign off on the PTO request-"

"This isn't a game!" Steph snaps like she couldn't hold it in anymore. "We know about Daniel Fenton."

That draws him up short. This is it. The moment Tim had been planning for. His family has finally caught on to the fake boyfriend he had as a facade to cover his coffee addiction. He glances at their faces, taking in their emotions, and then at the table again, remembering Jason's theory.

It seemed the family had chosen to continue thinking Danny was some drug dealer who got Tim hooked on something nasty, but that could only be because they found a connection to the green stuff on the table with Danny. This was an unforeseen obstacle because Tim had no idea what that liquid was.

He knows Danny would never be involved with drugs, not consuming or selling them, but that's because he knows Danny. The many hours they spent together would have given Tim the perfect window to at least suspect something.

Tim knew his friend was innocent. He just had to prove it to them, but based on what he saw, they wouldn't believe him, not without solid evidence.

He had to buy some time, and he knew just how to do it. After all, he had been planning for this very moment. Thank heavens Tim was such a good liar. He could even fool Cass if he had enough prep time.

And he had the prep time.

Allowing his eyes to widen, he wills a blush onto his cheeks, scrambling to shift his body language into that of a closeted gay man about to be outed. He quickly shuts it down, acting as if he wasn't aware he gave a tell to his observing siblings, and shifts a foot. "I don't know what you mean. Who's Daniel Fenotn?"

"Don't pretend," Steph scoffs, stepping closer. The letter in her hand crinkles loudly as she balls her fists. There is anger in her eyes, but it's not as much as there is worry. "Friends don't let friends do this."

Tim bites his lip, swinging his eyes around the room madly, as if searching for an exit. "I seriously don't understand. I've never met the man-"

"Tim," Barbara cuts in with her gentle but stern voice—the kind she uses when she has to deliver bad news. A few taps to her table have the nearby monitors displaying receipts for his new home: the purchase, the movers, the cleaners, and the interior designers—all of it time and date stamped. "I found proof that he's living with you."

On cue, his face goes pasty white, and Tim would have taken some time to gloat about his acting skills were it not in the middle of the performance. "That's- no wait - I can explain. He's just a friend!"

"We know he isn't just a friend, Drake. We know what he really is. This is a terrible disadvantage in the field." Damian starts, and yes, it's perfect, just what Tim needed. Someone implied it was wrong what he and Danny were.

Tim feels tears building in his eyes, but he locks his jaw and blinks quickly- a habit he knows he does when trying not to cry. "No, it's not!"

"Master Tim, please-"

"Danny is the best thing that ever happened to me," He hisses, blinking faster as Cass steps closer, seeing the truth in his words, voice, and body. "I love him! I don't care if you disapprove of him because he's a boy and I-"

"Drugs." Cass interrupts quickly, pushing past a shocked Duke and a slack-jawed Steph. "We thought he was giving you drugs."

"What?" Tim comes to a complete standstill. Gleefully, he realizes that Cass can't tell. She is falling for his acting hook, line, and sinker. At times like these, he is grateful that Kon helped train him to control his body for lying and that Cassie convinced Diana to let them borrow the Lasso of Truth to train against.

He's half convinced Diana only lets them for a laugh or two.

None of them have been able to go against the Lassco, but Tim got way better at lying without it.

"I-no? Danny and I don't do drugs." He splutters, glancing around the family as if they held the answer to his confusion. "Did you think we were doing drugs?"

"Then what's this!?" Jason demands while holding up the strange green liquid. Tim doesn't know and can't even begin to guess, but he has to say something, or Danny could be in more trouble with his family before he can make a solid plan.

He blurts the first thing that comes to his mind.

"I thought that was the new drug you guys were-wait, you think Danny and I were taking that?! I've never seen it before tonight!" Tim gasped, offended, taking steps back.

"It was inside Daniel's bathroom. Hidden in the wall." Bruce challenges. "Why was your boyfriend hiding it?"

Crude. It was in his house?

"I - don't know- I" Tim blinks his eyes again, locking his jaw tightly as if refusing to break down in front of them. Then suddenly he explodes. "It's not.....meant for humans, okay!?

Bruce blinks slowly. "What?"

Crude, crude, crude. What is his mouth even saying? This is why Tim needs time to make solid, foolproof plans.

"Danny isn't a human. If you found that in Danny's walls, then it's his...you know...." He forces himself to blush as hard as possible, as if he were once again a thirteen-year-old boy and Bruce had just found the dirty magazines Bernard had let him under his bed. "The liquid his people make when.....they want children....."

Jaso drops the test tube with a gag but then panics and scrambles to catch it before it shatters. "It's what?!"

"It's not like semen!" Tim blurts, "It's like a liquid pheromone, okay!? Danny said that if he collects it and rubs it into his skin or has it around for him to breathe in, his chances of having a healthy baby are higher and-"

"That's why the DNA tests burned up." Dick gasps looking like the sun came back after months of darkness. "It wasn't human DNA! Daniel isn't human! He's not a drug dealer!"

"Drake." Damian drops the envelope, looking up at him with large doe-green eyes. It's the same look he gives newly born kittens, and suddenly, Tim knows he's done wrong. "Is Fenton carrying your child?"

Mentally, Tim reviews what he blurted out a few minutes ago and realizes with a cold horror that he just implied that, didn't he? Before he can answer, the cave erupts into madness.

In the chaos, he misses Danny's panicked text apologizing for keeping a secret from him. The other man had been pacing back and forth at their home, unable to sleep because of his excitement, when he noticed that the wall hiding his secret was slightly ajar.

Once he realized a full jar was missing, he knew Tim had found the stash and had likely figured out what he was hiding. Danny had started to frantically pack and had run away into the darkness of the night, choking on his tears and feeling his chest rip itself apart as he did so.

All he left behind was one steaming cup of Heart Attack Coffee, aware that their dream of make-believe had finally ended. It was time to wake up and live in a world without Tim again.

Like a coward, he couldn't face it, couldn't bear to hear Tim say the words, so he ran.

It was terrible to realize he was in love with the man.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Alley Boyfriends #Part 6 #The Waynes were so close #Tim is a god like liar #When he can plan #Then it's crazy JY antics #misunderstandings #miscommunication #implied mpreg #Dead Tired #The slow burn is ending #What is the liquid?

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heeseungsbm · 17 days ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ‪‪ꫂ ၴႅၴ‬་༘ ₜₑₐₛₑᵣ

��𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨

❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : surprises. heeseung always had them up his sleeve. but this? this was something different—something he clearly fantasized about behind your back. he knew how tense you got over school. thought about it often, wished to ease it himself. you clearly needed relief, and he'd always been good at relieving stress. tonight, all you had to do was play along, and do what his little gift told you to. (๑>؂•̀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆❥ : idol bf!heeseung x ♀college student reader

❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: smut with plot

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒♡: voyeurism, solo/mutual masturbation, explicit filthy nasty pornographic phone sex, usage of sex toys, squirting, overstimulation, ♂&♀orgasms, erm let me not spoil too much

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝♡

nothing makes you cry faster.

the equations, the formulas, the unnecessary mixing of letters with numbers. because seriously, who the fuck's idea was this? your memory span of a goldfish didn't make it any better.

so, why did you major in chemistry? good question.

... no answer.

your knee bounced as you hunched over at your bedroom desk, having a staring contest with the paper below you. one you were losing terribly.

time for bed.

you peeled the moisturizing sheet mask off of your face, sighing as you tossed it in the mini trash to your left. somehow, standing up felt like sipping an overly carbonated sprite —sharp and chaotic, you nearly fell over feeling the sleep in your legs, a sting in your butt from sitting so long.

but, at least you were home. and even better, home alone for the entire week. your parents were away for their anniversary.

dorming was never a thought going into college. and frankly, you'd eat a jean jacket before doing so. you loved your room. the peace and quiet, your own space and privacy. all the little things in it that reflected your mind.

plus, you can't exactly flick the bean with a roommate always around.

unless you're both, like... really horny lesbians.

ask anyone. chem homework will put you to sleep faster than melatonin, you knew to pamper up before your study session. showered and shaved, dressed in silk sleepwear, your hair pulled back by a plush spa headband. you were all set for a long awaited good night's rest.

you began tidying up on your desk, neatly stacking textbooks, stuffing your papers back in their folders, squeezing highlighters and pens back into their pouch. but few items remained, and they made your busy hands become still.

a half-eaten bar of korean chocolate, van cleef bracelets still in their boxes, a glass vase of pink and white lego flowers next to your new macbook.

heeseung's valentine's day gifts.

there were more that'd been camping in your room for a while, untouched and neglected, still wrapped in their pink ribbons. the pressure of upcoming finals was swallowing you whole, and somewhere in the blur of all-nighters and deadlines, you completely forgot you had a boyfriend 5,000 miles away.

you wondered what heeseung was up to. maybe asleep, whatever time it was in korea. and if not, on his 4th pack of nongshim.

you couldn't help but smile, picking up the vase and admiring the toy bouquet, all of its complex miniature pieces. cherry blossoms and lotuses—your favorite flowers. your boyfriend was so thoughtful.

so sweet.

you thought back to the sweetness of his cherry chapstick. the warmth of his skilled tongue, the way it swirled in your mouth and all the other places that 14th of february.

heeseung was the best kisser, god did it make you so wet. it was so easy to get lost in him, to kiss and kiss until your head spun—until you were dazed and dizzy, drunk off the taste of his lips.

he liked to take his time with you. to tease, to savor the heat of the moment until you whimpered and begged for more.

you didn't realize how much you missed it until now.

he was yours in real life, not some parasocial fairytale that his fans dwelled in. it ate you alive— not being able to show and tell, and it was bittersweet how little you got to see him. heeseung always found small ways to show that he cared, to show how much he missed you, and you clung to them tight. but the space between visits still stung.

you tried not to think about it as much. it was almost like a trauma response—purposely keeping yourself busy so you didn't drown in the heartache. deep down inside, you really missed him.

you set the vase down, turning your head to all the gift bags and boxes by your bedroom door. a wave of guilt crept into your stomach.

you didn't have to open them to know that heeseung put his unwavering love for you into each and every one. he'd probably been waiting to hear what you thought, to hear a thank you. you were curious as to why he hasn't asked, how the two of you had been talking without a mention of them.

it almost felt like there was a reason for his silence. like there was something you had to do first, something you were supposed to uncover on your own.

you tip-toed over quietly, picking up the topmost box. it was noticeably smaller than the others—about the size of a shoebox, but heavier than it looked. you chuckled at the rushed cursive of your name in the corner of the matte white paper.

with a gentle plop onto your bed, you pulled the box into your lap. it was cutely tied with a perfect bow, just like all the others. so heeseung—his little attempts to make all things girly just the way you liked them.

you untied it, and slowly tore apart its wrapping. the top lifted off easily, revealing layers of crinkled pink tissue paper.

you removed them.

and when you did, your breath had never caught so hard in your throat at what lay beneath. like air had been yanked clean out of your lungs.

whatever you'd expected, it wasn't this.

clear and glossy, the most bright neon pink.

a fake penis.

a dildo.

this had to be some fucking joke.

you'd never used a sex toy before, nor had heeseung ever brought up the idea. it wasn't like you were completely closed off to the thought, it just seemed unnecessary. with the stress of work and school, there wasn't a horny bone in your body by the end of the night. not a spare second for you to crave anything other than sleep.

you picked up the dildo, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to make sense of it.

a chronic masturbater would've loved it. gummy-like to the feel, textured with scarily realistic veins. even the balls looked real.

it was so... big. and heavy.

you had to admit, it was a nice looking dick. but what made your stomach whirl the most —it was oddly similar to heeseung's length and girth, almost like he'd gotten it made custom to replicate himself. your two hands barely fit around it as you analyzed it in your grip.

you looked around your room—as if someone could've been watching—and quickly tucked it back safe, covering it with tissue. but when you did a double take into the box, there was more.

there it was. delicate, deceiving in its soft appearance.

another toy. a rose toy.

you'd heard about this one before, just never felt the urge to try it out yourself.

well... until now.

maybe it was just the curiosity, but excitement began to flicker within you. you picked it up, studying its petal-like designs. it was portable, and pretty. girls seemed to adore this rose—how it made them see stars, left their legs shaking like never before, how it sucked so much better than a man.

but it seemed impossible. no way could it beat your man.

not with the mouth he has.

you were still trying to make sense of heeseung's intentions. because... why? it wasn't like you'd asked for these, or ever complained about the lack of sex. if anything, waiting for him only made it better, more intense, more worth it.

what on gods green earth was he thinking?

and just when you thought the surprise was over, you spotted it. tucked beneath a final layer of tissue at the very bottom of the box was a single folded piece of paper. two words screamed at you on the front: read me.

your fingers hesitated, almost shy. your heart raced with anticipation as you opened it. your eyes skimmed over what was obviously heeseung's handwriting, except this time it was small and neat—more thoughtful in pink ink.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 ᥫ᭡

𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ꨄ

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hyuny-bunny · 1 year ago

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｡⋆˚under the stars ｡⋆˚｡⋆. LK + HH

pairing: hyunho x fem!reader, hyunjin x reader, lee know x reader,

synopsis: camping with 9 people, 4 tents leaves you stuck with sharing a tent and bed with minho + hyunjin who fight for your attention

MNDI 18+: somnophilia, implied consent, thigh riding, kissing, groping, masturbation, fem!reader

part ii

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you can't recall to anyone raising questions at the wise idea it was to plan a trip with nine people without any consideration for the sleeping arrangements. of course there was gonna be some sacrifices made considering their couldn't possibly be 9 tents available for you each to have your own space and yet you were still shocked to find only 4 tents.

minho had the made the suggestion to organize a camping trip now that you all had an upcoming week of a completely free schedule. it wasn't often you had this so who were any of you to object ? it would start as early as 4am, rounding everyone into the rental van, an ungodly amount of luggage, and 8 unruly passengers who would be bouncing off the walls once 6am rolled around. the first few hours were quite, chan was driving and minho as the designated passenger princess offering directions and company as the only other person awake at 4am.

i'm the rows of seats behind were jisung who had already found the perfect angle to his pillow pressed against the window with drool slipping past his lips. felix also laid against changbins shoulder in a similar manner, opting to use his bicep as a make shift pillow. seungmin had his head tilted back against the seat and every so often waking up like a puppy fighting sleep. jeongin stayed leaned against the window watching the passing trees and rain droplets shower the window, once he was woken up he found it hard to sleep.

then there was you, directly behind the drivers seat with your own princess sleeping on your lap. hyunjin complained that if he slept on your shoulder, it'd cramp his neck too badly to sleep. so he spread himself out across 3 seats (yours included. it was only a matter of minutes it took for him to fall asleep aided by your hands running through his hair.

minho would glance back at every so often before giving you his cat-like grin then gesturing you hit hyunjin awake, forcing you to stifle a laugh. finally arriving to the camp grounds, you were fortunate enough to find minho had found a camp ground with luxury style tenting. all the tents had been set up perfectly, cutting out the labor of setting it up yourself. along with the tents were a plethora of chairs, a man made pit for fire, along with any other necessary camping amenities for cooking and survival. it was tucked away from the roads and next to a gorgeous lake with a breath taking view.

as everyone is unloading the bags from the car, it becomes apparent that the next standing conflict is the sleeping situation. you all stand in the center, surrounded by the 4 tents while everyone argues about who has first dibs and who has to sleep with who. eventually chan is directing seungmin and jeongin to one tent, felix and changbin to another, then the dilemma. the five you stand there staring at one another.

".... i think maybe we should give her own tent?" chan is the first to speak.

"hyung you want us to dog pile in one tent with 4 of us on one bed?" jisung turns to him with his arms crossed.

"i really don't mind sharing it's just-" you begin to say but end up cut off by two voices.

"i'll do it" "i'll do it"

your turn to find hyunjin and minho staring each other down, both surprised to hear the other offer to bunk with you.

"i think she can decide for herself who she wants to sleep with- i mean ! not sleep with but share SHARE i mean share." chan speaks up flustered as jisung laughs with a shaking head.

you feel your face growing warm with the way minho and hyunjin stare down at you, ironic given how the cold wind nips at your face.

"i uh... let me see how big the room is first." you say making a bee line for the tent furthest from. you can hear hyunjin and minho muttering something to each other when you brush past them.

you take a peak inside noting the bed size, the makeshift air mattress couch. you could sleep on that right ? they can have the bed and you could have the couch. you put your bag down on the outside portion, adjusting your scarf as you approach them. jisung had already taken his bag to the other tent, deciding his input was no longer needed by whatever decision you made.

"there's a blow up couch inside, i can sleep on that and they can take the bed so..."

"you're not sleeping on the couch? minho can sleep on the couch." hyunjin slaps minho's shoulder as he says while the person in question shoots him a death glare.

"are you sure you want those two in your tent? i'm sure one of them wouldn't mind sleeping in the tent with ji and me-"

"i'll sleep on the couch! really it's no problem." you interrupt chan's objection.

you couldn't say refuse either minho or hyunjin sharing the tent. part of you wanted to bunk with both of them, another part of you took comfort in not sleeping alone. you waived chan off saying it would be okay and watched hyunjin grab his bag bolting for the tent. chan reassured that if you wanted to kick one of them out, he'd gladly help.

minho looked at you asking you if you were really sure but you reassured him that it would be alright.

"you're still not sleeping on that couch, i'll drag hyunjin out by his hair if i have to make you sleep on the bed."

"i really don't think that'll be necessary."

"i beg to differ."

the two of you walked towards the tent to find hyunjin splayed out across the bed in a starfish position staring back gleefully. he leans off the bed to grab your wrist when you approach the night stand to plug in a charger.

"you'll keep me warm tonight?" hyunjin ask's in a flirty tone but is only met with a pillow minho has swatted at him.

the lake was too cold to swim in but you and felix rolled up the ankles of your pants to dip just your feet in the water. the two of you collected pretty rocks before venturing off to find some twigs and branches to help start the fire for later tonight. minho being the vetted camper, had assembled and prepped everything for the barbecue. hyunjin sat perched on a rock enjoying the view of the lake and mountains surrounding. he had brought a retro camera, capturing some pictures and videos of you and felix sword fighting with twigs before seungmin killed the fun deciding to chase you with a muddy stick.

as night time approached, felix and you felt it would be best to step away from the lake, bundle up as the wind blew colder then before. for as isolated as the camp grounds was, this truly was more luxurious then most hotels. after a quick and very cold shower out door, you headed back to the tent to retrieve any and all heat that had left your body. layered in clothes sitting on the couch trying to warm up just the slightest before making the 10 ft journey to sit by the fire. minho came in taking in your shivering appearance.

"just a little cold?" he half laughs while looking in concern, you were already wearing sweats, a tank top, a long sleeve thermal, thick fluffy socks, a beanie, and the warmest/thickest sherpa jacket you owned.

"why does it look like it?" you ask through shivers. he's rummaging through a bag, he stops and pulls out a black knit sweater, extending his arm out to you.

"here, put this on." he says waiting for you to take it.

"i'm fine, ill warm up in a bit."

"please, just put it on. you're making me cold just by watching you shiver."

"but what about you? aren't you gonna be cold-" you're cut off by him walking over to you and kneeling in front. without missing a beat he pushes your jacket off the shoulders and is already bringing the open down on your head. he helps you put your arms through before pulling your hair out from the opening to readjust it.

your flustered at the gesture and truly speechless. minho had always been caring and really shows it in his actions so why should this be any less of surprise? he'd given you his jackets before when you were cold but this gesture felt more personal, romantic even. whatever it was, it made your heart swoon and your cheeks pink with blush. even as he fixes the loose hairs flying your face all you can focus on his the feel of his finger tips brushing against your face.

"better?" he asks, his eyes bore into yours before flickering down to your lips.

"yes. a lot better, thank you." you don't miss the way his ears are turning red, you can feel his breath fanning against you. fighting the urge to lean in and kiss him on the lips just for being so sweet. his hair falls over his eyes bit, you push a strand back with a feather touch that his him leaning into your hand. your hand stops momentarily on his cheek.

"what is taking so long ? i'm hungr-" the sound of hyunjin's voice cause you both to jump back a bit.

minho scrambling to his feet to grab his other jacket and head towards the entrance hyunjin stands at. you head feels dizzy at what happened, thinking about how you should've just kissed him. it's when hyunjin walks into your line of vision pull you both literally and metaphorically out of your thoughts.

"jagi sit with me! jeongin won't let me hug him so you're going to."

you don't have time to object before hyunjin has already pulled you down with him into the rocking chair loveseat. to anyone who didn't know you're friendship with hyunjin, you would've looked like a couple with the way his arm is thrown around you and pulling your legs to rest on top of his giving the ability to rock you both back and forth under the blanket. for as long as you had known hyunjin, he'd always been like this. he loved to hug, cuddle, and hold you but i guess there was no alarm bells to be rung when you noticed he didn't hold any of his other friends that were girls like this. it was clearly platonic and he felt comfortable, right?

minho and chan were grilling, you basked in the warmth of sitting next to hyunjin in the blanket. every once in a while you were reminded by the the fact that you were wearing minho's sweater since his cologne seemed to seep into the threads of the sweater. it smelled heavenly, his cologne was vanilla mixed with sweet tobacco but mixed with his own musk had your chest feeling like butterflies swarming where your heart should be. hyunjin so close to you didn't help either since he always smelled of florals and now the breeze of pine wrapped you in comfort, a state of melancholy. your nose twitched at the smell of the bbq, hyunjin clocked it giggling saying you looked like a bunny.

he retrieves a plate for you to both share and demands you feed him. his arms wrapped around your waist under the blanket, you take notice of the way minho stares down hyunjin with every bite you feed the drama queen, he only offers a smug smirk to minho. you spend some time around the fire talking, laughing, that is until seungmin decides now is the best time to start telling scary stories. unfortunately, as tough as you are about scary stories, you can't help the growing paranoia at every branch snap or twig snap. you're so engulfed in seungmins story you don't notice jisung has disappeared and is now currently crouched behind the love seat waiting to scare you.

you scream louder then you could've possibly anticipated when jisung grabs your shoulders from behind growling. hyunjin screams too pulling you closer, everyone else folds over in laughter. it only takes a moment for you to move out of hyunjins grip to chase jisung around the fire with a shoe in hand. you're only stopped by minho lifting you off your feet to keep you from further charging at jisung.

as the fire burns lowly, everyone begins to make their way to the beds for the night. hyunjin and minho stand outside the tent to give you privacy while you change your clothes to sleep. you shed the layers keeping a tank top, minhos sweater and boxer briefs on. no matter how cold it was you could never sleep in pants or too many layers. they both make their way back into the tent noticing you attempted to make a bed out of the couch.

"....at least let hyunjin take the couch." minho says as you turn to find them both standing in shorts and t shirts.

"i promise ill be fine to sleep on the couch."

"just sleep in the bed with us?" hyunjin says, you both turn to him. he has a look on his face that says 'isn't this the obvious option?'.

"w-wouldn't it just be uncomfortable for you two ?" you ask. the thought crossed your mind but didn't want to be too forward, you had slept next to hyunjin like this before but it would be a new thing to sleep like this with minho let alone with the both of them.

"ahh its fine. besides minho can sleep in the middle." this earns hyunjin another death glare. so it was settled. no one was sleeping on the couch and you'd be sleeping between them ? it's fine it was only gonna be for a few nights. what could possibly happen?

you slept on your side, back towards hyunjin and facing minho who laid face up. it was a bit of stirring before you felt yourself drift. hyunjin had threw his arm around your waist and minho eventually turned to his side, you were too deep in sleep to have even noticed how close you had all been squished to gather. you hadn't even noticed that minhos thigh had pushed up against you between your legs and your own between his.

the room was peacefully quite with the only sound coming from the nearby lake and crickets tucked away in the grass. minho was a light sleeper so when he heard soft whimpers coming from you, he barely peeked his eyes open. your face was a bit scrunched but nothing to worry. he took a moment to take in how beautiful you looked with moon light barely peaking in, he could just make out the features of face in the darkness. he did notice hyunjins hand on you waist had made its way under your (his) sweater just laid atop over the curve your waist on top of the tank top.

as minho begins to reach over to remove hyunjin's hand, you stir a bit letting a louder whimper fall past your lips. he's afraid he's woken you up in his attempt to pry the hands of the other off you but when he feels movement below, he realizes that your legs are interlocked. minho is about to shift when he feels your hips moving around again but this time he feels it on his thigh.

minho looks down to find that you're practicing straddling his thigh at this point. he knows if he wakes you up, you'd just feel embarrassed. he should stop you but how can he when all he can do is focus on the way your hips are subtly shifting for friction against his thigh. the same thighs he caught you drooling over on far too many occasions for him not have fantasized what dirty things must've run through your head, surely enough this very moment of you grinding your cunt against his thigh was one of them.

your whimpers are becoming more erratic with every move, he feels himself growing harder with every brush of your own thigh pressing up against his strained cock. he tried to close his eyes like he was sleeping convinced this had to be a dream. his eyes shoot open when he hears a grunt that clearly isn't yours. he finds hyunjin now pressed closer to you then before and his hand have moved from the curve of your waist to groping your tit.

hyunjin was not the heaviest sleeper so enough movement could wake him up. he tried not to lay so closely to your back as the way you slept made it nearly impossible for his own hard on to stay at bay. as he fell into a wonderful sleep, he dreamt of you. of laying closely pressed to your backside and rutting himself against while you cried out his name. when he woke to hear your actual whimpers, it turned out that his dream state began to seep into reality as he had been grinding himself into you from behind with his hand groping your covered chest. this was wrong he should stop while he still can but clearly his dreamlike state hadn't left him just yet as he kept grinding his hard cock into your bottom pulling himself closer to be flush against you.

your boob felt so soft and warm under his hand even on top of the knit sweater. hyunjin's eyes shot open when he heard your gasp. he couldn't see it but your eyes were shot open wide at the realization you had been grinding against minho's thigh, he was already staring back at you with a pained expression. your hand was clutching the fabric of minhos shirt as your movements had stopped but there was no denying the reality of the situation. the fact that you had been grinding so hard against minho's thigh, his shorts had risen up and your owner brief shorts did nothing to hide the seeping wet spot.

"minho, i-"

now wasn't the time for explainations or apologies as minho quickly decided that would be a conversation for later, stopping your sentence to kiss you. his lips were soft against yours but his kiss was anything but. unlike you, hyunjin hadn't stopped his own movements. he continued to grind against you, moving his hands under the sweater, warm soft skin against his hand as he made his way back up to your chest and pressing his forehead against your shoulder. minho held your hips in place while scooting himself closer without breaking the kiss. your hand stayed clutching the fabric of his shirt as he pressed his thigh firm against your drenched cunt and ruined panties. he slipped his tongue past your lips rewarding himself with your moans and soft cries.

as you pull back from the kiss momentarily, the reality that hyunjin had been egging this moment on hits you as you realize his hand his fondling your chest. the moment you pull back from your kiss with minho, you take in how red his lips look even in the darkness, eyes twinkling with need. its only split second before you feel hyunjin's hand pushing you back into him and his own face coming into view, lips crashing down against yours. he's quick to pinch your nipple that has you gasping, he takes the opportunity to slip his own tongue against yours and drinking in your whimpers. minho is locked into the feeling of your continued movements down below, he almost doesn't notice your hand traveling down his abdomen to his crotch. his cock is straining hard against his shorts, helping you he guides your hand to lay just on top of the fabric outlined cock where you take no time to begin stroking him over the fabric.

hyunjin pulls back from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips still, his attaches his lips to your neck sucking a hickey right below your ear as he feels desperate to for relief. he's picking up his pace rutting against your ass while minho goes back to guiding your hips. your cries are becoming louder as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach, your orgasm feels like wave about to crash down. you reach behind to hyunjin who his more than happy to slide your hand into his shorts guiding you to stroke him. you return the favor to minho sliding your hands down the front of his shorts earning a groan from the two of them.

blissed out on the feeling of your hand wrapped around their lengths, stroking them to their own orgasm. it only take a few strokes before their both spilling into the their shorts and painting your hands white with their cum. they both work quick to pushing you onto your back. hyunjin pulling your thighs apart and minho pushing your sweater up and over your chest. hyunjin makes good use of his fingers skidding them into the briefs gathering your slick on his fingers giving your clit a few circles before plunging one into your hole. your so warm and tight, it's everything he has ever dreamed of. his fingers are long, perfectly reaching the wet spongey spot inside that has your toes curling and crying out for more. minho on the other hand has one of your tits firmly in his grasps, massaging the warm flesh in his hand while his mouth latches on the other. he's not satisfied until your nipple has pebbled in his mouth before moving onto the next. once satisfied with their state he blows air onto them making you shiver and arch back in pleasure. he leaves a few hickeys across the top's of your breasts as to leave his mark behind, of course hyunjin shouldn't be the only one allowed to leave his mark. your orgasm is quickly approaching as hyunjin moves the heel of his palm against your clit and thrusting his finger even faster against your g spot. minho moves quick to kiss you again, capturing all your cries and moans against him as to save the rest of you from being caught by the others. your orgasm hits your hard as your legs stretch and toes curl against the mattress, body twitching as you cum down from the feeling and hyunjin's fingers ride you out through the orgasm almost leaving you too sensitive to touch.

so there the three of you laid out tired, wet, and messy. your briefs are ruined with your wetness, the other's shorts spoiled by their own cum. no one loves just laying in the silence, soft panting and small groans. minho looks over at you to find you've already drifted off to sleep, hyunjin picks up his head from the other side of you. he makes sure minho watches him bring his fingers up to his mouth before sucking and dragging them out with a quite sucking noise.

minho taking the high ground decides to ignore it to the best of his abilities getting up to change his soiled shorts, hyunjin follows suit to do the same. right as their slipping back into the bed with you centered. minho swiftly scoops the blanket and you to lay against him once more before shooting hyunjin a cocky grin.

this would only be the first mark of a very long weekend sharing a tent and bed with these two...

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part ii

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ALEXIA'S EX GIRLFRIEND | jana fernàndez x fem!reader

Summary: in which jana is in a relationship with her teammate's ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, gap age (not too much), jealousy.

Note: it's funny how in my head I had an idea and when I wrote it came out differently, still I hope you like it.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

"S-Stop..." Your breath out, hands gripping her shoulders and trying to push her away, even if that is the last thing you wanted.

You can feel her smile on your skin, biting softly the spot on your neck to move her head from there and look at you, smirk spreading at your sight.

"We are alone." Jana murmurs, nose brushing your cheek while her hands remain on your waist.

"We are in a public area where anyone can go inside." You remind her gently, stroking her arm. Your back is on the changing room's wall because she trapped you there a few minutes ago.

Jana rolls her eyes, leaning her forehead on yours. "They are gone, probably they don't notice us that we aren't with them." She says, her lips brush your mouth with every word.

You push her softly behind, seeing how her face changed but give in, letting out a sigh.

You two are in camp, the second day of being there and Jana couldn't control her hands out of you and you can't blame her, since you are in different teams and the time together is scarce.

Giving her one last look, you go to take a quick shower. Jana follows you and goes to the next where you are. The silence envelopes the huge place and it's only interrupted by the water, coming back when you two go out. You assume she is a little pissed by the situation, not muttering a word out since you broke the moment.

Still, she awaits you when she finishes before you. Eyes glued to her phone, only looking at you when you sit on her lap.

"Don't be mad at me." You said with a small pout, hands trailing behind her neck, her wet hair meeting your skin. "Wanted me to dry it? We are in November and the sun has gone from a long time ago." You don't wait for her answer, just going to your bag and rummaging between your things and pulling out your hairdryer.

She keeps quiet, letting you dry her hair. You know she is upset and it makes you feel a little bad. Jana puts her hands on your thighs, leaning her forehead on your stomach. The brunette stays like that until you finish drying her hair, her head rising up but her chin remaining on your stomach, brown eyes looking at you.

"I know." You whisper, knowing the meaning of her gaze. You lowered your head and met her lips half way, pecking them. "Just give me a little more time to think about what I'm going to say to her."

Her, means Alexia.

Jana nods against your belly, standing up and hugging you.

•••

Tiredly, you lean down on the bed when you go in Irene's bedroom, the veteran player deciding to have the bond night there. Patri squeezed your thigh, making you squirm and leave an involuntary laugh. A mistake you made because soon Patri is on you making tickling your sides, laugh fell from your mouth while your eyes start to be teary, you try to push her away, but you fail.

Patri stopped once she thought it was enough, a smirk on her face watching you recuperate your breath. You punch her shoulder, wiping your eyes and feeling how someone pushes you towards the middle.

"Miss me?" Leila winks at you, throwing herself on top of you and hugging you.

You snort. "I see you more now than when we were on the same team." You comment, hearing how Leila chuckles because she agrees with you.

The defender put herself in a better position, starting a teasing battle with Patri against you. Your attention drifted away from them when you saw Jana walk in with Ona and María, the brunette searching for something until her gaze fell on you, the corner of her lips twitch up and start to walk towards you.

"Do you mind if I put myself here?" She asks, gifting you one of her famous and irresistible smiles.

"I guess... If you don't join them on teasing me." You say, pointing with a hand to the players.

"Deal." Jana agrees when she looks at the fake innocent faces of her friends, putting herself between your legs and leaning her back on your front.

Soon Irene quietened the room indicating she was going to put on the movie, turning off the lights. There are a few complaints about the movie, some of them didn't want to watch a horror movie but Patri —who chose it— gives an argument that it's not that scary, gente.

You feel cozy, surrounded by your teammates providing you warm. Aitana passes you four a blanket, Jana puts it to cover with Leila's help. You were playing with Jana's hair while you were trying to keep your eyes open, mindlessly you lean your head on Patri's shoulder to have a better angle to the TV, but you feel more comfortable and slowly your eyes are closing.

A soft tap on your leg brightens up, focusing your attention around, you take some seconds to react and start to move your hand on Jana's hair again. However your eyes start to close again, your head swaying and sometimes making you open your eyes, you can hear a snort coming from Leila and your elbow on her side, she gives a dramatic face in response.

You stopped moving your hands instead, you left them on her head's side and relaxed your legs, giving up on the movie. You feel how the soft material of the blanket covers one of your hands and soon Jana's warm hand intertwines with yours, making you smile with your eyes closed for that simple gesture.

Your heart is beating fastly against your chest when you open your eyes again, startled. You lift part of your body up, looking around.

Someone screamed like her life depends on it.

The movie is paused when the room starts to laugh hard and makes fun of Salma's scream. Then, Patri looks at you and her laugh intensifies, pointing your face with a finger. You frown, trying to hold your laugh when you realise how you look from outside and keep watching her, a few of them joined Patri.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered at them to grow up, your gaze meeting Jana's when you lay down again, seeing a soft smirk on her lips looking at you while her thumb is stroking your hand, thankfully still covered by the blanket.

Irene presses the play button again after they promised her to be adults. With the little nap you took, you watch the movie until the end, some jumps or small squeals were heard but nothing serious to stop the film again.

Alexia throws at you a cushion when they all stand up, giving you a teasing smirk. You are half way up when it hits you, the blonde not afraid if you make a counter attack stand next to you.

"Very adult." You say, putting on your shoes. You smirk now when she rolled her eyes and put her hands on her pockets.

"At least you notice me." She muttered, raising an eyebrow at you.

You snort. "Aww, are you jealous?" You fake a pout, throwing your arms on her neck and tiptoes a little because she is some centimetres taller than you, squeezing her cheeks with a hand.

She pushes you away from her easily, muttering an idiota under her breath. You smile and turn to the door, noticing that Jana is there with Aitana. Your smile washes out slowly, noticing the way Jana is looking at you two.

You cleared your throat, acting like nothing happened and landed an arm around your roomie, walking tiredly towards your assigned bedroom.

•••

"What are you doing here?" You hissed in a whisper when you woke up.

The other person makes room on your bed, an arm wrapping on your waist and pressing herself towards you, muttering that she is cold.

"She is sleeping, don't worry." Jana whispered when you asked again, sneaking a leg between yours and hugging you more, letting out a content sigh when she started to feel warm.

You hold your breath, trying to hear if Aitana woke up for Jana's intrusion in your room. But she seems like she is still sleeping, for your luck.

"You need to go before she wakes up." You instructed, allowing yourself to enjoy this rare moment with your girlfriend.

Jana hummed, finding your mouth and pecking your lips until they become a little heated make out session. With her hands under your pajama shirt, you whisper a soft stop, trying to see her face through the darkness. She just bites your lower lip in response, releasing it to press a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering a good night.

The next morning when you woke up, Aitana was getting ready and alerted to half raised your body to look at your bed, relief washing your face when there is not Jana, even if you wanted she is there the moment you wake up.

Aitana raised an eyebrow, seeing your weird reaction. You shrugged and muttered that you thought you got asleep while you stood up, walking to the bathroom.

Later that day, when a few of you are in the play room, you are in your phone scrolling Instagram and checking your friends' adventures. Then, Patri elbow you and when you raise your head to look at her, the midfielder is giving you a sly smirk.

"Why are you smiling like that?" She asks with a fake innocent tone, keeping smirking.

You roll your eyes, snorting and coming back to look at your phone. "No one, idiota." You muttered, showing her pictures of your best friend that it's on your screen right now.

"Yeah, sure. Now you have that excuse, but I was watching you for a while and you have a smile stuck on your face." Patri keeps pressing, an arm going to lay to the couch's back.

"Are you watching me? Need I to worry?" You tease her, seeing how she rolls her eyes and some of them laugh.

At that moment Alexia and a few more enter.

Patri smack your arm friendly, but her smirk didn't remove. "I just saying... Are you watching someone?" She asks like nothing, making you chuckle.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"You answering me with another question..." Patri hummed, eyes drifting to another place. "What? Nobody dares to date Alexia's ex? I can give a try if you leave me." She raised her voice enough for the mentioned to hear her, winking at you when she finished talking.

Some say 'uhhh' when they hear Patri, your eyes look at Alexia who is blushing sending a shut up to the Balear, sitting in a chair not far away from you two.

"You are not my type." You say innocently, blinking playfully.

And like a bad joke, Jana entered the moment you said that. She frowns a little, looking in your direction while walking to your right side.

"And who your type? Blonde, hazel eyes, Catalan and captain?" She teases you, a plastic bottle flying to her the moment she said that. Patri dodge it easily, laughing by Alexia failed attempt to hit her. "Just kidding, Ale. But help me here, do you think she is seeing someone?" Patri points your face, attention fully on the other midfielder.

You roll your eyes, taking a small breath. Your eyes meet your forehead and rub it, your other holding your phone in a firm tight. You can feel Jana's eyes on you.

Alexia frown, eyes on you now. "I don't know... Are you?" She asks casually, shrugging.

You opened your mouth a little. "Are you serious Alexia?" You ask rhetorically, hearing some leave a quiet laugh, Alexia giving you a sheepish smile. "Since when you gossip like this one?" You point with your thumb on Patri's direction, the brunette hand smacking your thigh again. Realising a sigh, you decided to answer. "No, I'm not seeing anyone." Say that words out loud, hurt. But you know it would be worse if Alexia finds out this way with everyone there.

Patri leaves out a snort. "Maybe they are scared to date you." She says, making a brief pause. "They would think that your standards are higher since you dated Alexia."

Some of them snickers by this, Alexia throwing a cushion to her way and this time she hits her face. You decided to remain quiet, leaning your back and keep your focus on your phone. Now you can feel two different pairs of eyes on you, one for different reasons.

You decide to go out from there, ignoring Patri's calls and when she tells you that she is joking. You step to the recovery empty room, sitting on the floor and looking through the big windows how the night is falling. You ignore the cold spreading on your body, a small knot forming on your chest. Sometimes you wandered because some things are complicated or just maybe we complicate things.

"There you are..." A soft voice interrupted in, stepping next to you and immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Feel better?"

You lean your head on her chest. "I'm sorry to say those words.".

Jana take her moment to say something, chin leaning at the top of your head. "I know." She simply says, wrapping her other arm around your body.

You raised your gaze, keeping your head on her chest. You didn't know how she still is capable to remain that kindness with you. Her brown eyes looks at you, letting yourself swim on her gaze and discover a new thing about her with every interaction. She leans her head slowly, eyes getting closed half way when you press your lips on her. You leave out a content hum when the warmth of her tongue slipped easily on your mouth, the dance is slow and whispers, slow and rhythmic. Once in your hand find her jawline, bringing her closer towards you.

It's interrupted the moment you two hear someone leaves out a surprised yelp, separating of Jana you see how Mariona and Leila are standing on the door, the defender muttering to herself that they are dead while the Balear has her mouth open, staring at you two.

"Leila stop!" You hissed, stepping towards them and grabbing her hand, pulling her towards you making her look at you.

The brunette stopped abruptly, blinking repeatedly. "We are screwed up." She says seriously.

"You don't need to worry, just keep quiet. That's all you need to do." You say calmly, grabbing both of her hands.

Leila snort, removing her hands from you. "Are you serious? I don't want to keep your secret!" She said, a scared expression approaching on her face. Her feet start to move nervously from one side to another, muttering to you two to tell it to Alexia.

At least you aren't the only one scared, both of you know how the captain would react to your relationship.

"Leila!" Jana has enough and calls her, arms crossed on her chest. The defender stopped abruptly and looked at her, her scared expression remaining. "We know what to do. We are asking for you to not say anything to her." She says softly, alternating her gaze on the other two.

"I want to keep living Jana, of course I'm not going to say anything!" Leila says in an obvious tone, making Jana roll her eyes. "Just promise me the moment she finds out, you don't mention me."

After you two promised her that, she stormed out from there. You two look at Mariona, you nervously started to bite your nail. The Balear stopped looking at the door and took her gaze towards you two, slowly, she starts to smile, widening it while she walks towards you and wraps both of you in a hug, muttering some positive words.

You leave a relief sigh when you hear her, not knowing how much you need to hear some positive comments after having discussions in your head about your relationship, that slowly, is affecting you two.

•••

"What are you doing here?" Alexia asks the moment she approached the stands, spotting you in the familiar zone.

You shrugged, putting your sunglasses up. "Can I come to visit my friends?" You ask rhetorically.

You smirk when Alexia shoves you friendly. One of her arms wraps around your frame, her chin brushes your cheek momentarily on your side hug, she doesn't want to fully hug you because she is sweaty.

Soon they started to come and share some words, you are having an animated conversation with Caro —who you missed so much— when Jana came, the only one who knew that you were there.

The brunette feigned surprise, sneaking an arm on your waist and kissing your cheek. She leaves you to resume your conversation with your Norwegian friend, she started one with the few ones there, some familiar joining too. You spotted Jana's mother approaching and some nerves got to you, making you misspell some words.

"I thought your English got better, since you joined Arsenal you know..." Caro teases you a little, hiding her chin on her jacket.

You give her an ironic smile, rolling your eyes on the process. Alexia comes back after greeting her family, telling you that they invite you to have lunch together. You can't deny her offer, not after they take care of you all those years in Barcelona, they treat you well and you are not a rude person.

So you nod with your head, looking at Jana a few meters away talking with her mother and Bruna, who joined the Barcelona squad again after her last season on loan in Brighton.

She is going to be upset.

"Can I come in?" Patri asks like a child, blinking innocently.

Alexia looks at you, letting you choose if she can join the improvised lunch. You shrugged, don't mind it. Big mistake, because it means some of them are joining and the best part is tonight you have a full meeting with the whole team, wanting to spend time with you.

You excuse yourself when you see Jana walking to the group once she finishes talking with her mom, Bruna greets you and keeps walking, letting you two alone when you ask for the defender to have some words in private.

"Love your cardigan." Jana hummed lowly, her fingers tracing the brown material while checking it on you.

"I borrowed it from my girlfriend, but shhh, keep me the secret." You say in a whisper, making Jana chuckles by your antics. Your features turn softer, knowing that you need to explode the little bubble creating around you two. "I have bad news..."

Jana frowned immediately, her hand taking you in a dissimulated way. Fingers intertwining with yours, she asked what it is.

"Alexia's family invited me to have lunch with them." You start to say, seeing how the defender relaxed her face until she fully processed the information, this time are her eyes showing annoyance. "I'm sorry, amor. I can't deny it, you can come if you want! A few of them are coming." You add, bringing her hand towards you the moment you feel she was pulling hers away. "Please..."

The young Catalan made a face, eyes watching behind your back with a pensative face. You lowered your head, your voice only a whisper for her to hear. You promised her tomorrow you will be all hers, without anyone interrupting your alone time.

"I know it would happen anyway..." Jana says, looking at your eyes and giving you a soft smile. You know it's force, but you lean and contently kiss her cheek, wrapping your arms on her neck. "I'm sweaty." She hummed.

You stay looking at her for a few seconds, appreciating her face. She looks more relaxed, her red face becoming normal again, her ponytail in the same position she made before the match started without a hair out of place.

You wanted to kiss her so badly, but you just held your wish and squeezed the hand you were holding, pushing her towards the changing room and rushing her.

While they all get ready, you stay in Alexia's car when you ask for her keys. It's been awhile since you and her hung out outside football, maybe the last time was before your first season in Arsenal. The midfielder accompanied you and Mariona to London to help you with the move, mostly you because Mariona has Lia and you are alone. There were a lot of promises and soft challenges now that you are rivals in the Champions League.

"We need to wait for Mapi and Patri." Alexia came, wet hair damping her fresh clothes. "What?" She asks when you stay staring at her.

"It's November! Almost December and you all keep with the wet hair. It's annoying!" You dramatically said, still you are tired of seeing them doing it every cold day.

She rolls her eyes, telling you to not start and closing the door. She cut you easily changing the subject, asking you how you got to the stadium and where you are staying.

"Well... If you don't remember, I still have an apartment here." You stated, and then proceeded to lie. "And a friend brought me here." You give her a lipped smile.

Alexia knitted her eyebrows, giving you a curious gaze. "Who?"

You hold a sigh, of course she needed to ask. "Laura, my friend that didn't like you." You don't lie there, not hiding a small smirk when Alexia gives a look.

"Lovely." She muttered, turning on the radio. "Stay tonight in my place if you like." The blonde says casually.

She didn't look at you when she told it, avoiding your gaze. If another person didn't know you two, it would look like Alexia made a move on you, but that's far away from reality. Alexia broke up with Olga and struggled with it for a few months, she is shy of asking you to stay because she missed you.

You can't, though.

"What if you meet someone... It would be very awkward." You try to joke, not wanting to give a full negative to your friend.

Alexia scoff. "That is not happening. First, I'm focused on football and second, I'm tired." She started to play with the key-chain distracted.

Before you could reply, the back door opened. You both look behind and see the people you were waiting for and Ona, who cheekily tells you that she is joining.

You assumed Jana was going with Aitana.

"It's supposed to be an invitation for you, not half of the team..." Alexia muttered, starting to drive.

You give her an innocent smile, in the background the bickering of your friends.

•••

You are sitting between Alexia and Alba —the captain's sister—, laughing and anecdotes flying on the table. Your cheeks hurt the amount of laughs for the old ones, Alexia's mom embarrassed both of you with some of them, the midfielder trying to stop her while her sister cheered for her mom to continue to tell them.

Leaving the cup on the table, you crossed your arms and leaned them there, looking mindlessly around you until your eyes focused on Jana. The brunette is having a conversation with Ona, to your mind comes the little time you interact with her since the match is over. A nudge to your side brings you back, Alba elbow your side in a soft manner and raise an eyebrow, signaling with her head to her sister's direction.

"Are you two coming back?" Alba asks with a smirk. The comment brings the attention of Patri, who added a comment excitedly.

"First, shut up," Alexia warns Patri, shushing her with her eyes when the Balear is to protest. "and you too. What part of we are friends, do you not understand?"

You look at Jana, catching her eyes on you both. Well, the attention is on you the moment Alba asked that.

"I'm teasing, relax hermanita." Alba says, her smirk didn't go away. "But you two make a good couple, just saying." She finished saying, taking a sip of her wine.

Jana's jawline clenched, on another occasion you would love to see the sharpness of it, but not right now. Her eyes moved to the empty plate, supporting her chin with her hand.

Alexia's mom reprimanded Alba, gaining more laughter from the table. Alexia is blushing furiously next to you, scolding at her sister under her breath and you don't know where to hide yourself, Patri and Mapi aren't helping with their comments.

"I think it's time to go." You comment after a moment, silencing the table. Clearing your throat, giving a smile to Eli when she told you to forgive her daughter's behaviour, you excuse yourself that later you would have another meeting with the rest of the team and wanted to rest a little.

"You sure you're okay?" Alexia asks lowly, eyebrows knitted.

You nod, faking a smile knowing that your friend caught it. Before she could say something, you stand up and reject the offer of her taking to your apartment. However, you make Aitana take you there because her apartment is closer to yours and Jana's.

The warmth of your apartment greets you and you receive it gladly, you open the curtains to let the sun's rays come inside and open a little the windows, it's been awhile since you were there, but you have friends to take care of your flat while you are out.

Fifteen minutes later, there are a few soft knocks on your door, revealing Jana behind the front door.

"I was waiting for you." Jana muttered, closing the door behind her when you turn to the kitchen.

You pause. "I thought you wanted space." Finally you said, taking a sip from your bottle.

She nods lowly, chewing her lip. "Well, I wanted to share it with you." She mutters on your ear when she approaches you, both hands resting on your hips.

It's inevitable for you not to smile, relaxing your mind. You brush your nose on hers before you peck her lips, Jana chased them when you separated and catches them making you close your eyes, enjoying the soft and slow dance.

Leaning your forehead on hers, you opened your eyes. "It's too much?" You ask unsure, appreciating her colour eyes from that distance.

That question makes Jana think, the references of her girlfriend would have been involved with Alexia again it's something that she didn't like to hear, but she swallowed and kissed her nose, muttering that it's fine.

You know that she is hiding how those words are affecting her. It's not the first time that they made a reference to you and Alexia or just that you have been involved with someone else in front of Jana, you two spoke about it a little more these past month when Patri talked about this topic in front of your teammates.

"I want my dessert..." Jana whispered in your ear, interrupting your thoughts. She gave you a knowing smirk, lifting you up easily and sitting on the island, putting herself between your legs. "You promised me before, remember?"

You blushed a little, but before you could make a remark, Jana silenced you with her lips, your hands stroking her jaw line and bringing her closer.

•••

You didn't think to spend your first days of the new year without speaking with your girlfriend. You two had a big discussion about your relationship, one where she got out of your flat to spend the night on Mariona's to the next day fly back to Spain.

It makes you think, to put some order in your head.

You have been struggling to hide your relationship, afraid of Alexia's reaction and not thinking about how Jana was feeling with it. It is affecting her too, mostly than she showed.

Without knowing it, Patri started the discussion. Jana read the text your friend sent you and you disagree the best you can, forgetting to mention it to her and then, she exploded.

The midfielder sent you to have a blind date with one of her friends, and it wasn't the first time. You reassured Jana that it's nothing to worry about, but it seems that she has other thoughts.

"I don't know why you are so afraid of her!"

She shouts at you, chest going up and down because it's been awhile like that. Still, what are the words that made you shut up.

Before she could approach you to apologise, you shout back, regretting raising your voice when you finish.

Jana clenched her jaw, wiping the tears that slipped from her eyes and muttering she is going out. You beg her to stay, at least that night but she goes and leaves you with the worst sensation you felt in a time.

You texted her and she ignored you, you called her and once again she ignored you. And that's hurt, not wanting to lose her you took a decision.

Tell everything to Alexia.

So you fly to Barcelona and come back to London the same day, since you have training tomorrow. You don't tell Jana anything, she will see you when you arrive at the training building. The only one who knows is Mariona, wishing you good luck and ignoring Leila's warnings.

It is a cloudy day in the Condal city, you drive from the airport to the facilities, the nervousness rising with the moment approaching, making you feel less bold.

You don't have a problem going inside, they happily leave with a content greeting and you walk where they instruct you where they would be. You sit down on the stands, greet the staff team and watch how the players are finishing the exercise. If Jana sees you, she doesn't show any signal about it, not like Mapi who happily raised a hand and greeted you.

"What are you doing here?" Alexia asks when she approached you, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her training shirt.

You chewed your lip, separating from the hug with Frido. "I came to talk to you." You say softly, the nervousness showing up.

Frido squeezes your side and turns to the other side when she senses your state, muttering to some of them to go with her.

Alexia frowns, catching your eyes looking behind. She turns and sees a few of them there talking, the ones who still didn't approach her friend. She turns around, not understanding anything.

"You okay?" She asks a little alarmed, seeing you shift your posture nervously.

You cleared your throat, nodding slowly. "It's something personal about me, that I want to share it with you, that's all." You explain the best you can.

The captain nods slowly, copying you. Her frown didn't disappear, so she sat down where you were before and patted the place next to her with a tiny smile. You obligate yourself after giving another look behind you, this time you catch Jana's eyes for a brief moment before she looks away.

"What is it?" Alexia questions softly, bottle in hand to hydrate herself.

You take a breath, making a brief pause. "It's something that I need to say without you interrupting me, okay?" You say carefully, seeing her nod with her head. Eyes on your hands, you order your mind to speak up the best you could. "Recently people are making comments about me and you, and in another moment of my life I wouldn't mind that, even I could join in teasing you, but it's not only you, it's some of them trying to set me up with someone else and I feel uncomfortable with this because the truth is that I'm in a relationship..." You see how Alexia opened her eyes, really surprised by your last confession. "I didn't tell you before because... You would be mad at me." You say in a small voice.

Alexia makes a sound, snorting quietly. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you? At least she supports Real Madrid..." She teases you a little, nudging your side.

You shake your head, letting out a small chuckle. "I'm in a relationship with Jana." You say in a rush, closing your eyes and not daring to see her reaction.

However, you can feel how the air changed around you two, the seconds Alexia remained silent it's a warning for you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and scanned her face. She is biting her lower lip, hard and she is looking at the floor, a tight grip on her bottle.

"At first I thought it was nothing serious..." You started to say again. "We decided to hide it for a while, but hiding it these last few months was a nightmare."

Alexia remained quiet, probably processing the new information.

"How long?" She asks quietly, still not looking at you.

"Eight months."

Then, she looks at you startled. "Eight months? Almost a year and you told me now?" You could appreciate that she is getting angry. She closed her eyes and rubbed her side, trying to calm down. "From all of the people, you date her? You are older than her."

The last words are like daggers into your soul. Her whisper felt worse than any scream she will give. You know she wouldn't approve because of that, because in her eyes, you are old to date Jana.

"It's only five years, Ale. And she is old enough to date whatever she wants. You are older than me and you date me." You said hurt, removing your gaze from her and looking at your feet.

"Only? And it's not the same. You know what?" She said, standing up looking irritated. You look up at her. "We talk another day." Then, she leaves you there alone. She stormed out inside of the building without looking back.

You sigh, defeat.

"Did you say to her that you are suspended too? Usually she put that face when I told her." You hear Vicky ask, her innocent comment put a small smile on your lips.

Looking up, you see Vicky and Jana there. Before you could answer, the defender is by your side and holds your hand. You can feel the weird look that Vicky is sending you two.

"I'm sorry..." You say in a whisper, leaning your forehead on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry too, for ignoring your calls and...-" you cut her, putting a finger on her mouth.

"It's okay." You simply say, putting away your finger.

Jana wraps an arm on your hip and kisses your head's side. "That bad?"

"I'm more afraid of losing you." You admitted, the heaviness on your chest dissipating the moment Jana joined you and held your hand.

The brunette leaves out a small smile, pecking your nose.

"ARE YOU TWO DATING?" Vicky shouts surprised.

You shared a knowing smile and turned your heads to look at her, watching how her eyes are opened like her mouth, a finger pointing in your direction.

"We are." Jana answers for you, turning your face towards her and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. "Happy new year..."

You smiled, repeating the same words at her.

•••

The moment the team finds out about your relationship —thanks to Vicky—, they look very surprised by it. Still, they congratulate you, Patri apologising for her behaviour but with a knowing smirk for her intuition to assume you are with someone.

Leila warns you the moment Alexia closes you up, telling you that you should break up with Jana instead, but then she wishes you two the best and asks for her help to speak with your stubborn friend.

Mapi told you to leave her alone, knowing like it's her she needs time to process you are in a relationship with Jana. However, you were threatened by half of the team if you break Jana's heart, led by the Aragonese.

The days passed and Jana started to understand why you wanted to keep your relationship in secret. She never experienced how cold Alexia could be towards her, only talking to her when it is necessary or made a hard remark during training. Maybe you are more special to her than she thought, or maybe the gap age is a problem for the captain.

Some of her teammates are on her side, giving her reassuring comments. Ingrid and Patri take the roles to keep around every time Alexia and Jana are too close.

The brunette swore that her frowned was deeper that morning than any other day.

Jana didn't want to tell you anything, even if she knew that you figured out what would happen the moment Alexia discovered. But she had enough of her behaviour towards her, so she decided to confront her captain when this one made a mordant comment.

"Can you just tell me whatever you think about me and move on?" Jana asks in a firm tone, tired of Alexia's mood.

Mapi elbowed her side in a warning, the changing room went quiet the moment she spoke. Alexia's eyes were glued to her teammate, a little surprise could be appreciated on her features that soon she hardened and put on a stoic face.

"We love each other, it's not that difficult to understand." Jana presses on when Alexia tries to exit the big room. She crossed her arms on her chest and ignored when some whispered her name, seeing Alexia turn around slowly.

"You think you love her," The blonde hissed in a quiet voice, stepping towards her position. "but it's only a crush. A stupid and pathetic one. And you two commit the big mistake of your lives."

Jana hardened her features, pushing Alexia's chest with force the moment she finished. "The same you commit with her?" She shouts, feeling very angry with the midfielder.

She feels how someone pulls her behind, Mapi's back in front of her and puts herself like a shield. Irene went to hold Alexia's arm warningly when she makes the feint to get closer.

"I understand now why she didn't want to tell you anything! Because you are so inflexible you couldn't see that we are more than numbers." Jana grumbled, stepping away from there and slamming the door.

Alexia avoided everyone's stare, feeling a little embarrassed. Irene patted her back and muttered that she could help her.

She just nod.

•••

You were furious when you found out how Alexia treated Jana. You knew that she was hurt by you, but you have your reasons to do that and she didn't prove different from what you thought it would turn out.

Mariona tells you everything when you catch how your friend was acting a little weird around you, she begged you to not tell anything because if Jana found out you knew, the person who told her would be in problems.

So you didn't say anything and acted normal when your girlfriend called you two days later, wishing that she mentioned something, but the last thing she wanted to do is worrying you.

"Can you just drop everything and come here with me?" Jana asks in a dramatic sigh, making you laugh a little. "I mean it, I miss you."

"Why didn't you drop everything and come here?" You ask now, hearing her hold her breath and mutter that it's not the same.

"Barcelona is better, amor you know it. We have the sun, good weather, food... And the best club in the world." You can't hold the laugh for her reasoning, hearing her soft protest when she hears you, still you are sure she has a wide smile hearing you.

"I remind you that you almost got transferred last season." You hummed, parking the car in the garage and turning off the engine. You stay there, leaning your back comfortably.

"Shut up." The defender mutters, hearing how she is cutting some vegetables in the background. "The girls are coming now, they joined me the moment they found out what I was having for lunch."

"The girls means Patri inviting herself and a few more, no?" You ask knowingly, laughing quietly when Jana hummed an affirmative. "Everything okay there?" You dared to ask gently, starting to play with your nails.

She didn't answer right away, Jana took a moment to do so. Realising a small breathing, Jana speaks up. "It could be better, but it's okay. At least the cold stare stopped." She answers you in a quiet voice, you could perceive a hint of sadness in her tone.

It's affecting her more than she showed, Alexia is very important to Jana, being there on her lower point to reassure her when she needed it the most. It is someone that Jana looks up to, someone she asked for advice and considered someone special.

You are the problem that Alexia didn't want anything with her, and you are thinking seriously to intervene.

"I can go this Friday after the match and spend the weekend together. Would you like it?" You say in a thinking voice, remembering what you need to do the rest of the week.

"Are you kidding!? Yes please, I can't wait to see your pretty face in person again!" Jana excitedly says, putting a smile on your face when you hear her cheerful voice come back.

You end the call when the girls approach Jana's flat, promising her to call later that day.

Then, scroll through the chat names until you find the one you wanted to text.

I'm going this weekend, do you want to talk?

•••

You didn't receive a reply from Alexia, she read it but that's all you obtained from her. You didn't say anything to Jana, wanting her to have some freedom from what is happening.

Smiling, you see how Jana approaches the barrier where the family area is, jumping it up and running towards you thrown herself into your arms.

"Miss me?" You whisper in her ear, Jana wrapped her legs around your waist.

Jana puts her face in front of you and kisses you, both hands on your cheeks. Some whistles were heard, others commenting to go elsewhere.

"Shut up Claudia! When you have a girlfriend you will understand." Jana replied to her teammate, jumping down and intertwining her hand with yours. "Come, amor. I want you to meet Kika properly." She pulls from your hand and leads the way where her Portuguese friend is.

"Hi." You greet, waving with your free hand and smile.

Kika showed a wide smile, surprising you and hugging you making Jana whine a little because she was holding your hand and let it go when her teammate hugged you.

"You can live for a few seconds without holding her hand." Kika teases her friend, separating from you but remaining closer. "I'm finally meeting you. You are guilty of why Jana here keeps smiling without reason this whole time..." Kika reacts in time before Jana's hand meets her arm, smirking towards the defender. "She is pretty." She said to Jana like if you weren't there.

"I know." Jana says proudly, wrapping now an arm on your hip. Her smile widened when her eyes met your face, kissing your cheek softly. "Do you mind if I let you be with her while I'm going to change? Promise I don't take too long."

You nod, saving your hands on your pockets for the cold outside. Jana walked towards the changing room with Bruna and Marta, letting you alone with the smiling striker.

"You are the one they couldn't stop teasing Alexia, right?" Her question surprised you a little, it's bold on her part but you don't catch any intention behind her words. "Sorry, it's just curiosity."

Laughing quietly, you shrugged. "Maybe... I guess it changed, didn't it?" You ask gently, watching how the brunette nod with a sympathetic smile. "Hopefully it didn't affect the dynamic group." You referred to Alexia's mood on her new discovering you let her know.

"Sometimes, but don't worry. I think she is scared." Her words produce your curiosity, Kika shrugged and looked mindlessly around. "She cares too much for the people she loves, I think she needs time, that's all." She finished looking at you, giving you a warm gaze.

The Portuguese read Alexia very well these months that she is knowing her, not everyone could do that easily.

"Also you are hot, I would probably hit on you if I didn't know that you are dating Jana." Her smirk reveals mischievous, laughing when she sees your red face. "I would like to say I'm kidding, but I'm not." She says honestly, brushing her shoulder with yours.

You shake your head, leaning next to her. "I sense you are a Patri 2.0."

Kika snort. "I'm better." Her comment gives the affirmative you needed to confirm your theory.

While you two waited for Jana, you decided to ask her a little about herself. With the minutes passing some of them join you, Ona leaning her back on your front, not caring about wetting that zone with her hair.

"I am starting to think that you all are doing that on purpose." You comment, her hair brushing your cheek and creating an unpleasant sensation when the cold air hits your wet skin.

"Told you." Ona hummed to Patri, smirking knowingly.

You groan, not understanding your friends.

"You know who is drying her hair?" Patri looks at you teasingly, smirking. "Alexia." You open your eyes, not waiting for that name. Since you know her, she never does that, only rolls her eyes at you every time you mention it.

And like an invocation, the mentioned approach, coming out of the building with both hands on her pockets walking next to Caro. You noticed how she slowed her steps when the Norwegian came to your side, pushing Ona gently and hugging you.

"Never thought to watch you be affectionate with someone." Ona muttered, putting herself next to Kika.

Caro showed her middle finger to the defender and remained by your side after the hug, Alexia kept a distance from you, standing now behind Patri. From time to time, her eyes landed on yours and she removed her gaze to look away.

"Hey, Jana! Can I date her if you two break up?" Kika asks loudly when see her friend step towards the small group.

Jana frowns deepens, her steps faltering for a moment when she catches Alexia between them. The comment didn't bother her, she just put herself next to Caro and muttered that never would happen in a quiet voice, smirking at Kika.

Your eyes meet hers, seeing how they become soft and with a simple gesture of her head, ask silently if everything is okay.

It hurts you to have Alexia closer and feel the coldness irradiated towards your presence, you can feel how uncomfortable she becomes the moment Jana joined, the comment Kika made didn't help.

The group started to dissolve, Kika and Ona are joining you two to have lunch together. Biting your lip, you space out from the conversation they are making and follow Alexia's path towards her car. After you make up your mind, you mutter at them that you meet them in Jana's car and jog towards the midfielder, feeling all their eyes on you, especially your girlfriend's.

"Are you so stubborn to leave it to ruin our friendship?" You ask in a bold manner, making Alexia stop her steps. You stopped behind her, tilting your head aside watching how the Catalan turned to look at you with serious expression.

"Me? You are guilty too, don't forget." Alexia muttered bitterly, however she leans her back on her car and crossed her arms, eyes half closed for the sun fixed on you.

You swallowed.

Taking the opportunity Alexia is giving, you step slowly towards her, letting some space between you two.

"For being in a relationship with your teammate?" You ask, seeing how her jaw clenched and eyes turned to the pavement briefly.

"It's not that..." You mutter, some exasperation showing on her face. "You are dating Jana. For eight months." She points a finger towards you, some of her pain showing up. Her voice turned low. "You can date whatever you want, but Jana from all of the people?" She finished shaking her head weakly, putting down her hand and hiding it in her pocket.

Then, something in your mind brightened with the answer. Alexia is mad at you because Jana is like a little sister that she saw growing up through all these years and before her eyes, Jana always will be her kind kid. And you are her ex-lover, older than Jana and someone who could break her heart.

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip hard. "What we had Ale, was special and broke up because we see each other like friends." You paused, swallowed and continued in a low voice. "I can't promise you what will happen in the future with us... I want to risk it. I understand why you are afraid, you care about her. Shit, Alexia. I love her." You said messily, raising your eyes up to look at her.

You can't decipher Alexia's expression, she is looking at you but remaining neutral. Nodding with your head to yourself, remove a strand of hair from your face and mutter a goodbye, turning around defeated.

"I care about you two."

Her whisper was clear and loud, stopping you. Interrupted only by her car's door opening and closing quickly.

You come back a little better, Jana got out of the car when she saw you, wrapping you in a bear hug and kissing your head lovingly.

•••

You are out of breath for two reasons.

First, Jana is very entertained with her head buried in your tights, only raising her face up when a sound next to your two interrupted the moment. And secondly when you read the name, not waiting at all the call.

You muttered that you would call them later, pressing your phone with the screen down and laying your head on the pillow, feeling the light feather kisses Jana spread through your skin before she comes back to give you pleasure.

But you are out.

Your body is reacting, but your mind trapped you with Alexia's call. After a few minutes Jana stopped and leaned her head on your raised leg, looking at you.

Blushing, you spotted some liquid on part of her nose and chin, glistening her lips.

"Who called you?" She asks gently, noticing your lack of interest. She didn't sound mad, a finger tracing your hip's bone.

You push your hair aside, rubbing your forehead before answering her. "Alexia."

Her finger stopped, the heaviness of her gaze on your face. She changed her posture and lay next to you, scowling and letting out a comment about how she has a radar to interrupt, remembering that it happened in the past.

You turn to look at her, brushing your fingers on her hand and locking them together. Her brown eyes softened when she looked at you back, her features relaxing by it.

"It's a good signal she called, right?"

Jana leaves out a sigh, her thumb rubbing your skin. "I guess."

Your phone sounded again, this time indicating someone sent a text. You look doubtful at your girlfriend, this one half lies on your side when she catches your phone, extending it with a knowing look.

"You should see what she wants." She simply says, pecking your lips and standing up, leaving the taste of yourself on the curves of your lips.

Seeing how she disappears in the bathroom, you unblock your phone and read the text without going into the chat.

Do you want to talk? I can pick you up.

Her text is direct, letting you know that it is you who wanted to resolve the situation first.

You communicate to Jana what she typed you, she comes back to the bedroom with any trace of yourself on her face, removing it when she takes a quick shower.

Jana nods, nudging your arm gently. Her naked form lays on top of you, whispering that finally Alexia is thinking. You two shared a soft chuckle, she kissed repeatedly your lips before letting you go out of the bed.

You text Alexia back when you are ready, burrowing Jana a sweater and a jean alongside a snickers. Your girlfriend gives you a knowing look, the corner of her lips turning up when she sees you on her clothes.

Jana's, right? I'm on my way.

You typed a quick text, blushing. Of course she knew where you would be. You got out of Jana's apartment hearing how she sleepily wishes you luck, you smile to yourself and step down, seeing the Cupra parked on the side of the road.

"Hey." You greet once inside, hiding part of your face on your jacket, the only piece of clothes that is yours. The calefaction welcomed you and you felt glad.

Alexia hummed a greeting, starting to drive. The way is silent between you two, only broken for the radio's songs playing in a low volume. You know where she is driven, her flat. Giving her a quick look, you assumed she was elsewhere before she picked you up.

You don't find the silence uncomfortable, at least not this time. She shifted to the right corner and drove to the garage, parking on her signed spot.

The whole journey from the lift to her apartment was charged with nervousness for both parts, still the silence is present. It's a little stupid because you two have enough trust in each other to have this behaviour now.

You cleared your throat and trailed towards her couch, rejecting some drink she offered you. Nala came to lick your face happily, her tail couldn't stop moving and she gave little jumps on her spot, making you laugh.

"She missed you." Alexia says behind you, freeing herself from her jacket.

"I miss her too." You announced, Nala on your arms with her tongue out, looking at her owner.

Alexia patted Nala's fur, stepping to her couch and releasing a sigh when she sat down. Nala moves on your arms and you free her, seeing how she jumped on Alexia's lap.

You step towards the couch once you put your jacket on the coat stand, your steps are a little awkward. When you sit down, leaving a small space between you two you could see a smug smirk playing on Alexia's lip.

"I don't bite." She hummed, looking at you raising an eyebrow.

You scoff. "Are you sure?"

She shrugged, still smirking. "I only bit you a long time ago, and you see very well by it."

Your choke on your saliva when she said that, the warmth of your face increases in seconds. You hear how Alexia chuckles quietly next to you, muttering she is kidding.

"This is going to be our first conversation?" You ask, the apartment filled with Alexia's laughs.

A soft smile stays in her mouth, hand going up and down for Nala's sides while an arm hung loosely behind her head, eyes fixed on you.

"My mom says hi..." Alexia says quietly, almost a little shy.

You smiled, it's not strange for you that if she is talking to you now it is because her mother would be involved.

"How many times did she tell you to speak with me?"

She released a sigh, muttering a few times under her breath, making you chuckle by that confession.

"I have been thinking..." She starts, looking distracted the TV turned off. "How did you start with her? You commented that it started like something casual." The last part sounded a little uncomfortable, shifting her position on the couch.

Playing with your hands, leaves out a sigh. "Last winter in camp. I never connected with her before more than that winter. She came from a break up and saw her a little sad, so I recommend her to come with some of us to party when the camp is over. Before me she had a few girls screaming her name," you laugh when Alexia yelps and puts a hand in front of your face, begging you to not say anything. "Okay, I'm not going to give details. We kissed and the casual thing started. Then, it turned into something serious and we agreed to maintain a secret relationship." You resume.

"You fall for her?" Alexia asks lowly after a pause.

You nod. "I think it is impossible not to fall for Jana, friendly or romantically. She has this aura to attract people, more when you know her personally." You admitted. "Everyone needs a Jana in their lives."

Alexia tilted her head, watching you smile to yourself. From the time she knows you, she never sees you in this state. Even when you two dated.

"I'm sorry." The Catalan says abruptly, surprising you. Licking her lips, Alexia leaves out a sigh. "I'm sorry to react that way, and I'm sorry you guessed that I reacted like that. I don't know why, but I'm watching you now and I see what you have with Jana is real for the way you speak about her."

"I think you owe her an apology more than me." You say softly, seeing how your friend nods slowly. "She is hurt for how you treat these days. She didn't say anything to me, but you know I have my ways to find out. I know how you are Ale, I'm not mad at you. But you are a role model for her, someone to look up and say I want to be like her. You are an inspiration for many people, but especially for some of your own team."

Alexia puts Nala to the other side of the couch, closing the distance between you two she throws her arms around your form, muttering apologies and repeating she is stupid.

You know she got emotional and didn't want you to see like that.

•••

"Together?"

"Together." You answer, pocking your tongue out to her.

Jana laughs and splashes your face with her bottle making you gasp, her laugh intensifying. You run towards her but she moves quickly and starts to run away, you chasing her.

"They seem very happy." Patri comments when she stepped next to Alexia, who watched the interaction between you two.

Alexia has her arms crossed, half eyes closed because the sun is hitting her face. She waited for Patri to leave another comment, feeling how her friend put an arm on her shoulder.

"Jana 1, Alexia 0." And there it is.

Patri starts to laugh when Alexia gives her a warning look, the Balear raised both hands in the air. "Just kidding."

"We thought that you two would be together again after your break up." Claudia approaches them by their left side, eyes on you too.

Alexia knitted her eyebrows, regretting so much to share the relationship with you with them.

"They are cute." Aitana joined them, watching how you chased her and lifted Jana from the ground, a fit of laughter escaping from her mouth.

"Yeah... Until we start to hear weird noises coming from her bedroom." Patri says, all heads turned to look at her. The horror in Alexia's face was enough for the midfielder to run away while she laughed hard.

"The moment she is with someone, tell me." Alexia mutters to Claudia after removing Patri's comment from her head. She can't wait to tease her friend when she meets someone special.

"Gladly." Claudia smirks.

Now Jana has both arms around your waist, looking at you with an enamored face while you sip from her bottle.

"Also we need to keep that two away at night." Alexia tells them, hearing how Aitana and Claudia share a laugh by her comment.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #jana fernandez x reader #jana fernandez

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