#i know i say it's x reader but let's be real. it leans more on the self-insert side. i just like writing in second person
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good cop , bad cop
Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader x Chris Sturniolo
Summary; You have been a moody guts all day. Matt goes straight to comforting mode.. Chris, not so much
disclaimer; Chratt poly relationship dynamic! if you are not comfortable with this, do not read // suggestive // pet names // most likely a one shot.. based on this request
You flop onto the couch with an exaggerated huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Your irritation at an all time high for no real reason. Itâs been one of those days, and it feels like nothing is going your way.
Matts attention is caught by your dramatics, he glances over from where he sat on the other side of the couch. âHey-â he says softly â-whatâs wrong sweetheart? Youâve been in a mood since this morningâ his voiced concerned
You groan dramatically, rolling your eyes. âNothing. Iâm fine.â you snap,
Matt frowns, âCâmon, talk to me. Did something happen? Did I do something?â His voice is still patient, gentle, but for some reason it only makes you more annoyed.
âUgh, Matt can you not?-â you sass back. â-I said Iâm fine. Why canât you just leave it alone?â
Before Matt can respond, Chris speaks up from the kitchen, his voice cutting through your tantrum âAlright, thatâs enoughâ he says firmly, turning to face you. His blue eyes locking onto yours,. âWhatâs with the attitude, kid? Youâve been whininâ n actinâ like a little brat all dayâ
Your eyebrows immediately raise, taken back by his tone.
âChris!â Matt snaps, shooting him a disapproving look. âDonât talk to her like that, sheâs justââ
âSheâs just what?â Chris interrupts, standing his ground. âThrowing a tantrum because sheâs gotten herself all worked up for no reason? Donât coddle her, Matt. Itâs not helping.â
You glare at him, but Chris doesnât waver. âlook I get that youâre not in the best of moods today-â he says, his tone softening just a little â-but that doesnât mean you get to take it out on us. Weâre here to help you, not be your punching bags kidâ
Matt sighs, running a hand through his hair âYou didnât have to put it like thatâ he mutters, clearly torn between defending you and acknowledging Chris has a point.
âMaybe not-â Chris concedes, his gaze flicking back to you â-but she needed to hear itâ
You shift in your seat with an subtle eye roll. Chris wasnât wrongâŚyou had been a little over the top today. But still, his bluntness stings.
Matt scoots over to you on the couch, his hand resting gently on your knee. âlisten-â he says softly â-whenever somethingâs bothering you, just tell us, okay? We can talk anything outâ
âYeah-â chris starts in agreement, making his way over to the couch â-weâve got your back ma, next time lose the attitude, huh?â he says,crossing his arms as he stands infront of you
You sigh, the fight draining out of you as you mumble, âOkay, mâsorryâ feeling slightly guilty
Matt smiles, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze. Chris smirks, tossing a wink your way âThereâs our girlâ
Your lips instinctively curl upward at his coo..youâd always found it quite hard to stay mad at them for long periods of time. They had this way of breaking your attitude down, sometimes without even trying. You let out another small sigh, âi think iâve just been a little stressed lately thatâs all..â you say honestly, your eyes flickering between them both.
Matt clicks his tongue âah baby, why didnât you say so? i know just the thing for that..â he says before throwing a glance to chris with a smirk. They share a quick knowing look before Chrisâ smirk forms also, knowing exactly what his brother is getting at.
Before you could process what was happening, Chris leans down, scooping you up off the couch. You let out a surprise squeal as he hoists you up and slings you over his shoulder in a firemanâs carry, before placing a firm smack to your ass as he starts walking off toward Matts room.
âWhere are we goingâ you giggle,lifting your head slightly to see Matts figure following closely behind
âWeâre going to relieve all that stress of yours baby-â Matt mumbles, wetting his bottom lip, his hand coming down to unbuckle his belt as he walks â-jusâ relax, weâre gonna take good care of you hmm?â
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Forever
Leah x reader
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The evening was calm, the world outside falling into a quiet hum as the lights in your living room flickered warmly. The two of you were curled up on the couch, just like you always were when the world slowed down enough for you to simply be together. Leahâs strong arms were wrapped around you, her fingers playing gently with your hair as you lay across her, your head resting on her chest.
You could hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, a comforting sound that matched your own. Every so often, sheâd let out a soft chuckle at the random movie you had playing in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention to the screen. The real focus was each otherâjust the closeness, the quiet, the love.
You tilted your head back, catching Leahâs gaze, and without a word, she leaned in. Her lips met yours softly at first, but that didnât last long. Soon enough, you were tangled in each other, kissing deeply, fingers tracing the contours of each otherâs faces, mouths moving in sync. You melted into her, the familiar warmth of her touch filling you in a way that nothing else ever could.
But just as you were losing yourself in the moment, Leah pulled back. You blinked, her thumb gently brushing across your lips as she looked down at you, her expression soft but serious.
âWe should get married,â she said suddenly, her voice carrying an unexpected calmness. The words hung in the air between you, almost like a question, but also a statementâa suggestion that felt more like a possibility than just a passing thought.
You blinked, not sure if you had heard her right at first. âWait, what?â you asked, your voice a little breathless from the kiss.
Leah smiled softly, her eyes never leaving yours. âI mean it. Weâve been together for three years now, and I canât imagine my life without you in it. So... why not make it official?â Her thumb brushed over your cheek, and she added, âWhat do you think?â
The quiet that followed was almost deafening, the weight of her words sinking in. You had never really talked about marriage before. Youâd been so content with just the two of you, building your life one day at a time, that it had never occurred to you how serious Leah was about it. But now, hearing it from her lips, everything clicked into place.
A grin tugged at your lips, and your heart swelled in your chest. You sat up slightly, just enough to look at her more directly. âLeah, youâre serious?â
Leah chuckled, running a hand through her blonde hair. âWell, yeah. Why wouldnât I be? I love you. I want to spend my life with you. I donât want to wait forever to make that official. But only if you want it too. No pressure.â
You took a moment to let her words sink in. You thought about everything the two of you had been throughâhow youâd supported each other through thick and thin, how your love had only grown stronger with time. It felt natural. Right, even. You had always known that Leah was the one, but hearing her say it aloud made your chest ache with a love so deep that it almost felt like you couldnât contain it.
âI want it, too,â you whispered, a soft smile pulling at your lips as your hand gently cupped her face. âI canât think of anything more perfect.â
Leahâs eyes lit up, and before you knew it, she was kissing you againâgentle, sweet, and full of promise. Her lips moved against yours as if sealing the new bond between you, the world outside seeming to fade away completely.
When she pulled back again, her face lit up with a grin so wide it made her eyes sparkle. âWeâre going to make this work,â she said, her voice full of certainty. âWeâll figure it out together. I justâ I just want you to know that I love you. So much.â
You smiled, brushing your forehead against hers, feeling the weight of the moment sink in. âI love you too, Leah. I always have.â
And in that quiet, cozy space between you, with nothing but the soft glow of the lamp and the sound of your synchronized breaths filling the air, it felt like the world had just shifted, rearranged itself into something even more beautiful than before. The idea of forever was suddenly real, and it was with her.
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Fragments of Us [Ekko]
pairing: ekko x reader
words: 2k
summary: ekko wakes up in an alternate universe where youâre alive and everything feels rightâbut itâs not his world. torn between love and duty, he must leave to save his reality.
ARCANE SPOILERS!
i.
âPowder. Ugh, sheâs so annoying sometimes. I told her that the graffiti on Sevikaâs stupid bar wasnât even that goodâlike, come on, who even uses pink for a skull?âand she just flipped out ! Called me a âwannabe artist.â Like, okay?â
Ekkoâs chest burns as he violently jolts awake, aware , coughing as if heâs been drowning moments before. His head is pounding, all memories flooding his mind and spinning round and round. It takes a few moments for his vision to stabilise and start clearing up.
What the hell happened?
âHey, are you okay?â
Hearing your voice, familiar yet a voice he never thought his ears would detect ever again, he freezes. His eyes snap open, adjusting to the dim glow of the neon streetlamp. After a while of simply blinking, right hand on his forehead, he dares to turn your way, only to face you in utter shock.
There you are, right beside him, nervously fiddling with a small gadget in your hand while waiting for his answer.
Ekkoâs breath gets caught in his throat.
His gaze desperately darts around, taking in the distorted version of Zaun. The buildings look eerily familiar but cleaner, more polished. And then there is you âalive, bright-eyed, rambling as if nothing in the world could ever go wrong.
This isnât real. This canât be real.
âYouâre staring at me like Iâve got two heads or something. All good in there?â You ask, leaning closer as you gently tap his head.
No, no, no.
This must be some kind of twisted joke, a dream soon to turn into a nightmare, like the ones he experienced after your passing.
A strong wave of dizziness takes over and he loses balance. Youâre not fast enough to catch him and he collapses on the floor, tears gleaming in his eyes.
âShit, Ekko, I told you Iâm fine walking home by myself! You need to focus on fixing that sleep schedule of yours. You work too muchâŚ.â
You kneel down to check on him but as soon as you reach for his arm, he manages to pull himself up, wincing as his muscles protest. âIâm fine,â he mutters, his voice hoarse. âJust⌠where am I?â
Your brow furrows. âZaun, duh. Did you hit your head?â
Zaun. But not his Zaun. This is different. Cleaner. Sharper. Brighter. Wrong.
You wave a hand in front of his face when heâs up on his feet again, snapping him out of his thoughts. âSeriously, youâre acting super weird.â
He shakes his head, trying to gather himself. âIâm⌠just tired.â
âYeah, no shit,â you say, leaning back on your heels. âWell, you can sleep at my place if you want. Itâs a bit of a mess, but itâs better than the middle of the street.â
âWhyâŚWhy are you helping me?â
I didnât protect you. I let you die-
You scoff, crossing your arms. âYou have to be kidding me, really.â
He stares at you, his chest tightening. You are so casual, so warm, so alive. This isnât his worldâit is someone elseâs. Someoneâs whom was able to keep you safe and happy.
You wave a hand in front of his face. âHelloooo? You good, or do I need to drag you there myself?â
He blinks, shaking himself out of his trance. âYeah. Letâs go.â
âFinally,â you say grabbing his arm. âYouâre lucky Iâm such a good friend, yâknow.â
As you lead him down the street, continuing your pointless rambling about Powder and some argument over graffiti, Ekko follows silently, his mind racing. He doesnât belong here, but for the first time in years, being near you feels like he is home.
ii.
Ekko is standing in the corner of your cluttered workshop, his fingers trembling slightly as he tightens the final screws on a device he barely understands anymore. Weeks have been spent scavenging parts, tearing apart old tech, and sketching blueprints on scraps of paper. The machine is almost readyâhis way out of this world is almost ready.
You, of course, donât know. In fact, you seem to know nothing about Ekko lately. Ever since that incident outside the bar, heâs been acting strange in a way you canât pinpoint.
âHey, genius,â you call from across the room, pulling him out of his thoughts. Youâre perched on a high stool, playing with a broken clock. âYouâve been staring at that thing for hours. What is it, anyway?â
He stiffens at your question, keeping his face carefully neutral. âJust⌠something to help me get around. Itâs nothing.â
You narrow your eyes, unconvinced. âSince when do you get all secretive about your projects? You used to brag about your tech every chance you got.â
âSince now,â he mutters, avoiding your gaze.
Itâs been this way for quite some time nowâEkko growing quieter, more distant, all while you try to bridge the gap with your usual chatter. Youâve noticed the way he avoids your eyes, the way he flinches whenever you stand too close. Itâs not like him.
And it hurts.
âYouâre acting weird, Ekko,â you admit, setting the clock down and leaning back on your hands. âLike, even weirder than usual. Did I do something?â
âNo,â he says quickly, but his voice sounds strained, and the single word only makes you more assured that there is indeed something going on.
âThen what?â you press, leaning forward slightly. âYouâve been avoiding me for days. Is this about Powder? Because if so, sheâs the one being difficult, not me.â
Ekko clenches his jaw, his hands tightening around the tool in his grip. He canât tell you. You wouldnât understandânot fully. How could he possibly explain that youâre not even supposed to be here? That this version of you isnât his you? That in his world, youâre just a memory he carries like a scar?
âItâs nothing,â he says finally, his voice low. âJust⌠drop it, okay?â
You flinch at the coldness in his tone, but you force a laugh, trying to mask the sting. âFine. Be mysterious, then. See if I care.â
Turning away, you pretend to focus on the clock again, but your heart isnât in it. You want to push him, demand answers, but something in his expression stops you. Thereâs a pain in his eyes that you canât quite place, and for the first time, you wonder if this is bigger than any conflict he might have had with people in the past.
Ekko exhales slowly, his shoulders sagging. He hates doing thisâpushing you away. But if he lets you in, itâll only make leaving harder.
Because he is leaving. As much as he wants to stay, to pretend this is his life, he knows it isnât real. He doesnât belong here. And the longer he stays, the harder itâll be to say goodbye. Especially to you.
âHey,â you say suddenly, breaking the silence. âFor what itâs worth, youâre still my favorite nerd. Even if youâre being a jerk.â
He looks up at you, startled by the softness in your voice. For a moment, he wants to tell you everythingâto explain why he canât let himself get too close. To tell you he loves you. But that would be partially true as youâre not his. Instead, he just nods. âThank you.â
You offer him a small yet warm smile and his resolve falters for a moment. But then his gaze falls on the machine againâhis way outâand he reminds himself why he has to do this.
Itâs almost done. Just a little longer.
iii.
Ekko stands in the middle of the workshop, his hand resting on the activation lever of the machine. The room hums faintly with power, the cobbled-together contraption sparking faintly as it waits for his final command. Itâs ready. After days of work, this is itâitâs time to go back to the people who need him.
But his chest feels tight, and itâs not just from the lingering ache of exhaustion. Itâs because of you.
The door creaks open, and his heart sinks. Youâre standing there, your expression caught somewhere between confusion and anger. âWhat the hell is this?â you ask, stepping inside. âEkko, whatâs going on?â
He doesnât look at you. He canât. âItâs⌠nothing.â
âNothing?â you snap, gesturing at the machine. âYouâve been shutting me out for God knows how long, and now I find you messing with⌠whatever this is youâve made? Donât lie to me, Ekko.â
He finally meets your eyes, and the raw emotion there almost makes him crumble. But he takes a deep breath and steadies himself. âI canât explain it.â
You take a step closer, your frustration giving way to hurt. âWhy? Why canât you just tell me? Iâm not madâI just⌠I donât understand why youâve been acting like this.â
Ekko clenches his fists, his mind racing. He could tell you the truthâabout the alternate universe, about the fact that you donât even exist anymore in his world. But what good would it do?
âItâs better this way,â he replies quietly.
Your hands drop to your sides, and the look in your eyes nearly breaks him. âBetter for who? For me? Or for you?â
âY/nâŚâ His voice cracks, but he quickly swallows it down. âI donât belong here. I need to leave. Thatâs all I can say.â
You shake your head, your voice trembling. âYouâre lying. Youâve been here all this fucking time, and now youâre just⌠leaving? Without a word?â
âI donât have a choice.â
âYes, you do!â you shout, stepping closer until youâre right in front of him. âWhatever this is, whoever you think you areâyouâre my⌠friend, Ekko. You donât just get to disappear without telling me why.â
His hands tremble as he reaches up to touch your shoulder, his gaze locked on yours. âYou areââ His voice breaks, and he has to force himself to keep going. âYouâre amazing. Youâre⌠everything good about this place. Youâre the reason Iâm still alive. But I canât stay.â
You stare at him, your heart pounding. His words feel final, and the weight of them crushes you completely. You fail to understand. Nothing makes sense, absolutely nothing. âWhy?â you whisper, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. âWhy canât you stay? Is it something I did?â
âNo!â he says, more forcefully than he means to. He takes your hands, holding them tightly. âItâs not you. Itâs⌠me. Itâs my world. I need to go back to where I came from.â
You canât comprehend what heâs saying, but the desperation in his voice silences your questions. You nod, swallowing back the lump in your throat. âFine,â you say, even though itâs anything but fine. âIf you have to go⌠go.â
His hands linger on yours for a moment longer before he lets go. âI wish I could tell you how much you mean to me,â he says softly. âBut I canât. Not here.â
Tears spill over as you watch him turn back to the machine. âWill I ever see you again?â you ask, your voice barely audible.
He hesitates, his hand hovering over the lever. âI donât know.â
Thatâs all he can give you.
With one last look at you, his expression filled with regret and longing, he pulls the lever. The machine sparks to life, and the air around him ripples with energy. You take a step back, shielding your eyes as the light grows blinding.
When the light fades, heâs there, his tired body slumped down on the ground. You immediately run to his side, kneeling down and pulling him to your lap. The room falls silent, the only sound the faint hum of the now blown up machine. You gently caress his cheek, tears running down your hot cheeks.
After a while, he wakes up.
And it doesnât take you very long to realise.
You glance at the remains one last time.
And you hope that wherever he is, heâs doing what he set out to doâsaving his people, his world, even if it meant leaving this one behind.
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Idk if you have seen this starscream or not but do you think can do transformers armada starscream x reader? I have a real soft spot for him. He deserves some love â¤ď¸
I can try- my knowledge of Armada is a bit thin
Even If It Kills Me
Armada Starscream x Reader
⢠Helm tipping back as the sun drips through the leaves and dapples him in spots of warmth, he can almost relax out here, far from home. Nearby, he can hear Jetstorm, Runway, and Sonar splashing in the lake as they dart along the rocky shore. Knows the Autobots would probably not like it if they knew he was out alone with the Mini-Cons, but also that the three of them deserve some peace from the fighting. Itâs Sonar tapping his ped that makes him look down and it doesnât take the mini-conâs frantic hand gestures to realize that thereâs only two of them. Runway is gone. Primus, itâs like having sparklings sometimes. âShow me,â he growls tiredly as Sonar and Jetstorm both point into the woods framing the clearing and the lake.
⢠Leaning across the engine to get at the intake manifold while trying to not drop anything inside the engine, the little beeping chirp from behind you almost makes you brain yourself on the hood. Like you need any more injuries, your face is still swollen and your split lip burns as you turn to look and do drop a tool into the engine, hearing it clanging. Because thereâs a little robot just taller than you standing behind you, red visor glowing as it startles at the noise of the dropped tool. A kid in a costume? It looks real as you push yourself back and your feet hit the gravel. âWhereâd you come from, buddy?â Because your house is well off the road. Itâs not moving closer, but not retreating either, so you approach it. Itâs not a costume, it canât be. Itâs too cannily made for that. Youâd known robots were getting advanced, but why is it out here wandering around? It shies away when you try to touch it and you hold up your hands, palms out. âOkay. Weâre good.â
⢠Not expecting it to cautiously reach out and press its palm to yours, head tipping as it chirps at you. âHope youâre not a first gen terminator, buddy.â And then itâs carefully gripping your hand to play with your fingers and thumb, seeing how they move and you inhale, but its touch is shockingly gentle as it makes little beeping sounds to itself. Itâs inquisitive as it plucks at your flannel shirt and then touches your hair. âNot a fan of personal space, huh?â Its head tips, visor flickering like itâs uncertain.
⢠Branches clawing at him as he moves through the woods, forcefully making a path, when he breaks free of the tree line, he freezes because he hasnât realized he was so close to a human dwelling. And thereâs a human in the yard right there standing in front of Runway as the mini-con chirps. And you and Runway both freeze as he crashes out of the tree line, Sonar and Jetstorm running toward their brother before stopping short when they notice the human. Youâre just staring up at him and he knows heâs supposed to be hidden on this world and not be seen.
⢠Thereâs two more you sized robots, but you canât tear your eyes from the giant red one scowling down at you. The little guys are cute, but this one? Are these his babies? Is he about to stomp you for messing with one of them? âHuman,â he growls, taking a thunderous step forward and thatâs it for your ability to deal with this nonsense. You throw up a hand at him and start speed walking for the house. Cause nope. No, thank you. You have enough problems without this too.
⢠Youâre ignoring him? Venting raggedly, he strides after you and insinuates his ped between you and the door to your house. And you stare up at him, one eye squinting, the skin around it discolored. âIf you let me go, Iâll pretend none of this ever happened, okay?â You say, little arms crossing. âYou go do your giant robot, kaiju thing and Iâll go get drunk until I forget this. Everyone wins.â And you grin at him, wincing and darting your tongue out to touch your split lip. Those little injuries shouldnât mean a thing to him. Except, they strike a chord and he hates it. Because he knows what itâs like to be someone elseâs punching bag. Youâre just a human, you mean nothing to him, but as Runway chirps up at him almost pleadingly, he bends to curl his servos around you. Or tries to, because reaching for you shatters your odd calm and thereâs the fear he expected. And you bolt.
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Added a bitty Soundwave plush to my Soundwave Jeep. Thereâs a lot to do to get ready for Jeep Jam in May
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Hiii, first of if I just want to say that I absolutely love your stories. Secondly could you perhaps write a bit more about Dark! Charles and Alex x Reader like maybe Reader had a child or something like that only if youâre comfortable with that of course
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
-xoxo babygirl
Attention: this is just a story! Nothing what is happening here, is happening in real life.
Part 1 Part 2
Obsession
Ynâs days had fallen into an odd rhythm, one she never thought would define her life. From the moment Charles and Alexandra had taken her, she had slowly adjusted to her new reality, though not willingly. Their twisted love and obsessive protectiveness were suffocating. And now, with her baby boy, Theo, in the picture, their fixation had only grown.
She tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, even under their constant watch. Like today, she insisted on taking Theo for a walk. Alexandra, as usual, trailed behind her, her presence an unyielding shadow.
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Yn pushed the stroller along the serene pathway, breathing in the crisp air. It was one of those rare moments of peace where she felt almost human again.
"Enjoying the fresh air, mon amour?" Alexandra's voice was a sultry purr, her heels clicking against the cobblestone path as she sauntered closer. Yn didnât answer, pretending to focus on Theo instead.
"Donât ignore me," Alexandra warned, her tone firm but laced with amusement. She reached out and placed a possessive hand on Ynâs hip before sliding it down to her butt. Yn flinched but tried to stay calm for Theoâs sake.
âDo you have to be so handsy all the time?â Yn snapped, unable to contain her frustration.
Alexandra smirked and spun Yn around to face her, ignoring the protest. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Ynâs ear as she whispered, "Of course I do. You're mine, Yn. Ours."
Before Yn could respond, Alexandraâs hand moved to her stomach, caressing it with an unsettling reverence. Her eyes lit up with an obsessive glow.
"Youâve already given us one perfect little boy," Alexandra murmured, her gaze shifting briefly to Theo, who was babbling happily in the stroller. "But I think itâs time for another. Donât you agree?"
Yn froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "What are you talking about?"
Alexandra tilted her head, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean." She leaned in further, capturing Ynâs lips in a firm, possessive kiss. Yn tried to pull away, but Alexandra held her firmly in place, her hands gripping Ynâs waist as if she would never let go.
When Alexandra finally pulled back, she pressed her forehead against Ynâs, her voice soft but filled with determination. "Another baby, Yn. Youâre going to give us another baby."
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By the time they returned home, Ynâs nerves were frazzled. Theo had fallen asleep, his tiny fists curled against his chest, blissfully unaware of the tension between the adults.
As soon as they stepped inside, Charles appeared, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Yn and Theo. "Thereâs my family," he said warmly, his French accent thick. He approached Yn, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that always made her uneasy.
âCharles,â Yn greeted stiffly, trying to sidestep him, but he was quicker. He caught her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter.
âCharles, what are you doing?â she protested, but he ignored her, stepping between her legs and holding her hips firmly.
âYou look beautiful, mon amour,â he said, his voice low as his hands slid to her waist. He leaned in, kissing her neck, then her jawline, and finally her lips. Unlike Alexandraâs kiss earlier, Charlesâ was gentler but no less possessive.
âStop,â Yn muttered against his lips, trying to push him away, but he didnât budge.
âYouâve already given me the most wonderful gift,â Charles murmured, his hand moving to her stomach. âTheo is perfect. But I canât help wanting more.â He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. âI want another baby, Yn. I want to see you glowing with life again.â
Yn shook her head, panic rising in her chest. âCharles, I canât⌠I wonâtââ
âShhh,â he interrupted, kissing her again, his hands gripping her waist. âWeâll take care of everything. You donât have to worry about a thing.â
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Dinner was a quiet affair, but the tension was palpable. Alexandra and Charles exchanged looks across the table, their shared obsession evident. Yn ate in silence, her appetite diminished by their earlier declarations.
After Theo was tucked in for the night, Yn tried to retreat to her room, hoping for a moment of solitude. But she didnât make it far.
âGoing somewhere, mon amour?â Alexandraâs voice stopped her in her tracks. Yn turned to find both Alexandra and Charles standing there, their expressions a mix of adoration and hunger.
âIâm tired,â Yn said quickly, but neither of them seemed to care. Alexandra closed the distance between them first, cupping Ynâs face in her hands and kissing her deeply.
âYouâre not going anywhere,â Alexandra whispered against her lips, her hands sliding down Ynâs body.
Charles joined them, pulling Yn close from behind. His hands rested on her hips as he pressed kisses to her neck. âWeâre not done with you yet,â he murmured, his voice filled with promise.
Yn felt trapped between them, their touches overwhelming. Alexandraâs fingers traced her stomach again, while Charlesâ hands roamed her waist.
âYouâre ours, Yn,â Alexandra said softly, her lips brushing against Ynâs ear. âAnd we want to grow our family. Donât we, Charles?â
âAbsolutely,â Charles agreed, turning Yn to face him. He kissed her deeply, his hands anchoring her in place. âAnother baby, Yn. Itâs all we want.â
They didnât give her a chance to protest, their kisses and touches silencing her words. Ynâs mind raced, torn between fear and the strange, inescapable pull of their obsessive love.
She knew one thing for sure: escape wasnât an option. Not when Charles and Alexandra had made it clearâthey would never let her go.
#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x female oc#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x alexandra saint mleux x girlfriend#charles leclerc x alexandra saint mleux x reader#alexandra saint mleux x reader#xoxo babygirl đ
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Hii! Can I request rise Donnie x reader (rom) who teases him a bunch? Not in a hurt full way. Though they do get under his skin
Hello, hello! Thanks for the request, hope you like it ~ âĄâĄâĄâĄ
The Fine Art of Poking the Genius *â .â â§
It was easy to make Donnie flustered. Maybe too easy. Not that youâd ever use that against him. Well⌠not too much.
You lounged on one of the swivel chairs in Donnieâs lab, watching as he tinkered with some new gadget. His hands worked with precise efficiency, his brow furrowed in concentration. He hadnât even noticed you sneak in, and you werenât about to let this golden opportunity pass you by.
âHey, Donnie,â you called out, dragging his name just a little too sweetly.
His hand twitched, and he paused, glancing up at you with a suspicious look. âYes, Y/N? What do you want?â
âNothing,â you said innocently, spinning lazily in the chair. âJust admiring your work. It's really something to behold. You should charge admission.â
Donnie narrowed his eyes. âYouâre mocking me, arenât you?â
âMe? Mocking you? Never,â you said, holding your hand to your chest like you were offended. âI mean, itâs not my fault that your genius comes with a side of âmad scientist aesthetic.ââ
He groaned, pushing his goggles up onto his forehead. âItâs not âmad scientist.â Itâs visionary engineer.â Thereâs a difference.â
âSure, sure,â you said, grinning. âWhatever helps you sleep at night, Dr. Frankenstein.â
Donnie pointed a screwdriver at you. âFirst of all, Dr. Frankenstein was a fictional character. Secondly, if you keep disrupting me, Iâll have no choice but to eject you from my lab.â
âOh, Iâm so scared,â you teased, spinning the chair again. âWhat are you gonna do, sic one of your inventions on me? Waitâare you finally working on a giant robot butler? Because Iâm so ready to see that.â
He muttered something under his breath, but you couldnât make it out. Probably some witty comeback he was too annoyed to properly articulate.
âYouâre fun when youâre grumpy, you know that?â you added.
âIâm not grumpy,â he snapped, clearly grumpy.
You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. âOf course not. Youâre the epitome of calm and collected. A true Zen master.â
His tools clattered onto the desk as he turned fully to face you. âDo you enjoy this? Getting under my skin? Is it some kind of hobby for you?â
You tilted your head like you were thinking about it. âEh, itâs more of a part-time gig. Keeps me entertained.â
Donnie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYou are insufferable.â
âAnd yet, here I am,â you said, smirking.
He didnât respond immediately, instead turning back to his work and muttering something about âdistractionsâ and âincreasing lab security.â
You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him. âYouâre cute when youâre mad.â
This time, his hands froze completely, and you caught the faintest tinge of pink creeping up his neck. âIâwhat?!â
âYou heard me,â you said, grinning even wider. âBut donât worry, Donatello, I wonât tell anyone. Your secretâs safe with me.â
Donnie sputtered, his mind clearly short-circuiting. âThat is completely irrelevant toâwhy would you evenâugh, youâre impossible!â
âAnd yet, you tolerate me.â
âBarely,â he grumbled, but there was no real heat in his voice.
You leaned back in the chair, feeling victorious. âAdmit it, Don. Youâd miss me if I wasnât around to keep you on your toes.â
He didnât say anything for a moment, just kept fiddling with his gadget. But then, so quietly you almost didnât catch it, he said, âMaybe.â
Your grin softened into a genuine smile. âThatâs what I thought.â
âDonât let it go to your head,â he added quickly, though the tips of his ears were definitely red now.
âToo late,â you said, spinning in the chair one last time.
He sighed again but didnât kick you out of the lab. And you knew he wouldnât, no matter how much you teased him. Because deep down, he didnât really mind. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you liked seeing that little spark of flustered frustration in his eyes.
#reader#x reader#y/n#tmnt#tmnt x reader#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leo#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader
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Been having urges to write some wuwa fics after the recent quests and events, here's a little bit on Yinlin based on this interaction from the latest illusive realmđŠ
18+ CONTENT
Game: Wuthering Waves
Characters: Yinlin x gn!reader with a dick (Rover)
Type: Smut
After solving the crisis of the Somnium Labyrinth near the Whining Aix's Mire, you were back inside to defeat the remaining Tacet Discords and stabilize the Illusive Realm. The companions trapped by the labyrinth promised to help you for saving them, and you met one of them on the way after the crisis was solved.
"The crisis is over. Why are you still hanging around?" It was Yinlin, she was on her way to leave with others when she spotted you talking with the white cat and decided to wait.
"You are also still here, Yinlin..." you replied, making Yinlin chuckle.
"I'm ready to get back. There's more dirt getting swept under the rug outside. But, there is still one thing that's nagging me...."
Yinlin started to ponder with her gaze lowered, staring into empty space.
"When I screwed up, you... had my back. I didn't expect that." she mumbled under her breath before glancing at you.
"Hm? Are you okay, Yinlin?"
Yinlin then shook her head with a sigh, "It's nothing, just dream talk. Who's to say what's real. I don't screw up in real life."
You were confused but gave a smile nonetheless, "That's true. You are the best at what you do."
Yinlin smirked, "So, what do you plan to do now?"
"The white cat said there's still some Tacet Discords roaming inside the Somnoire so I'll head back after a while."
"Hmm, quite a hard worker, aren't you?~"
"It's nothing. I like to help."
Yinlin then stepped closer to you and leaned near your face, a light blush appearing on your cheeks from the closeness.
"Well, as thanks for helping me, here's a little gift that'll help you in the battles ahead~"
She held your right hand and grazed her fingers over your tacet mark before grabbing your Pangu Terminal and transferring something to it.
"Will you do me a favor in return? Once you finish up here, save some time for me in the real world, darling~" she whispered in a seductive voice, making you blush more.
"A-Ahem, I will. What did you give me, thouâ" you asked while examining your terminal but Yinlin had vanished into thin air.
You let out a sigh and decided to focus on the Somnoire again, going back inside and engaging in various battles until you were told it was stable. While the battles weren't hard, you had become exhausted due to the constant fighting in a single day and wanted to get back to rest now. But you remembered your promise to Yinlin and didn't want to disappoint her, hence you decided it was better to finish up your meeting with her first.
It was nightime by the time you were back in Jinzhou city and weren't sure where to find Yinlin at this moment. You figured she would likely be in the outskirts rather than the city so went near Loong's Gaze Suburbs to look for her. This made you realize you didn't know where she lived, or if she even stayed in one place considering her job as a Secret Agent. You'd probably find her camping out more than staying in a proper house.
As you were walking, you suddenly felt some thin strings wrap around your body and before you could react, you were pulled back and pinned to a tree with the strings binding you to the trunk. You winced for a moment and tried to free yourself until you saw some sparks flicker on the strings and knew well enough who it was.
"Hehe, how many times will you fall for the same tricks, Rover?~" Yinlin whispered in your ear from behind the tree before walking around it to stand in front of you.
"I guess I just have my guard down around you."
"Hmm.... You trust me that much? What if I misuse you some day?~"
"I don't believe you will. Otherwise, you have had plenty of chances by now."
Yinlin smirked and glanced at you from head to toe, finding it adorable how you were pinned immovable in front of her. She then looked at some cuts and tears on your skin and clothes, realizing it was from all the fighting you did.
"That's true. You have won my trust unlike anyone so far...." she extended her hand to cup your face and lightly brushed her thumb across the cut on your cheek.
"So, what did you want to meet me for? And are you going to release me from these anytime soon...?"
She smiled and slid her hand down to your chest, "I quite like you in this position. It enables me to do anything I want. Not to mention, you are strong enough to free yourself~"
You nervously chuckled, "What do you have in mind?"
She smirked again and slid her hand further down your stomach now before stopping at your belt, fiddling with the buckle.
"Let me thank you for saving me today. Properly."
Your eyes widened, "Y-You don't need to, Yinlin. You already gave me that Echo which helped a lot in the battles andâ!"
Before you could complete, Yinlin dropped to her knees and quickly unfastened your belt followed by undoing your pants. Your erection strained in your underwear as Yinlin grasped it, palming it around.
"It's not just that. You also arise some other feelings in me, strange feelings that I have never had before. I didn't think I was capable of such emotions, but you showed me I'm more human than I realize."
She then freed your shaft from your underwear, the tip hitting her lips as it bounced out and stood at full mast. Yinlin licked her lips and wrapped her hand around the base then started pumping it.
"My, already so hard for me. Seems your body needs some relief after all the work today~"
"Y-Yinlin, you don't have toâ"
"I want to. Unless you don't want this, I'll stop."
She looked up at you and waited for your answer. You pursed your lips and simply nodded your consent, making her smile in return. She swiped her tongue across your tip while pumping with her hand and using her other hand to caress your sac. You groaned and threw your head back as you felt her mouth wrap around the head, her tongue constantly swirling around it.
"Mhm, you.... are quite big.... as expected...." Yinlin spoke in muffled words as she tried to swallow your shaft completely.
"Y-Yinlin... aah... you can take it...s-slow.... don't hurt yourselfâ ngh!~"
You sighed as she bobbed her head back n forth, her tongue lubricating every bit of your length and her lips sucking on the tip. Her warm breath sent shivers through your body, and the feeling of her wet mouth felt amazing. She moaned around your length as she sucked, one hand pumping the base while the other grasped your thigh as she tried to take you deeper. You gazed down at her sucking your cock and your eyes met her hooded ones, feeling a seductive glint in them which made you harder.
Yinlin felt your cock grow even bigger somehow, but she was still determined to take you in completely. Pre-cum dripped from your tip now and her tongue lubricated your shaft sufficiently then with a single push, she swallowed you to the base. You moaned as you felt her throat around your length, your hips involuntarily bucking to feel more. Yinlin hummed and sucked your cock more before pulling back and releasing it to breathe, a smirk painting her lips as she caught her breath.
"Well, do you like it so far? I may have not done this before but I'm quite confident judging by your reactions~"
"Hah.... yes, it's good.... I can't believe it's your first timâ ohhhh fuck!~" you were taken by surprise as Yinlin suddenly swallowed your cock again without warning, this time bobbing her head even faster than before.
"F-Fuck, Yinlin....! Slow down!~"
"Mm...no.... You are adorable.... w-when you react this way~"
Yinlin wasted no time to suck you hard, her tongue swirling around the tip to gather up your pre-cum. You could feel yourself hitting the back of her throat everytime she moved, making you come closer to release as you struggled to hold on.
"Hmm.... cum whenever you want to.... give it all to me~"
How could you hold back when she said that? You wished your arms were free so you fuck her mouth more, but you'd save that for another day. You instead bucked your hips in sync with her bobbing, getting the feel of fucking her throat and she also seemed to like it.
"C-Cumming, Yinlin.... there's a lotâ Aaaah!~"
She felt your tip throb and immediately hilted to the base, swallowing you whole as you finally released deep inside her mouth. Yinlin's eyes rolled back as your hot and thick cum filled up her throat, her tongue working to lick every drop and not waste anything. Some cum dripped down her lips as she finally pulled back once you stopped, her chest heaving as she swallowed all of your load.
"You taste good and there's so much quantity; were you so pent up, darling?~"
"Haah... no... y-your mouth was too good...."
Yinlin chuckled then stood up and was about to undo the strings when she noticed your cock was still hard, essentially raring to go for more.
"Oh my, and you have impressive stamina too. As expected of Jinzhou's savior, hehe~"
"S-Sorry, uh... I'll take care of it myself. Thank you for that...."
You looked away in embarrassment while Yinlin seemed to ponder something, her eyes narrowing while looking at your throbbing erection.
"I suppose we should continue. You wouldn't leave me unsatisfied, would you, darling?~"
"Huh?! O-Of course, I wouldn't but.... shouldn't we move somewhere else?"
"Hm? You didn't seem to mind that when I was sucking you, how come now?"
"Uh, I don't want anyone else to see you that way...."
Yinlin's eyes almost widened in surprise but she held back and maintained her poker face. She then smirked and leaned closer to your face, her lips ghosting yours.
"For your eyes only, is it? I suppose I can trust you with that~"
She came even closer and you felt her lips on your neck as she kissed there before making more kisses all over your jaw. Your cock was settled between her thighs and grinded along as she moved to kiss you.
"Ngh... Y-Yinlin.... please, release my arms...."
"What are you going to do if I release you?"
"I want to touch you.... to hold you and pleasure you."
"Hehe, aren't you romantic? You should save such words for your lover~"
"I have no time for that.... but what I'm saying is the truth."
Yinlin almost felt her heart sink at your words, it was surprising to even her that she'd feel so disappointed. She never really thought about having a serious relationship either, she knew her work was too uptight for such things. Perhaps, moments like this was all she could have. And she'd rather have them with you than anyone else. She smiled and suddenly pressed her body against yours, caging you between herself and the tree.
"You are quite sly, Rover. How come none of the other women you know did this before me?~"
You blushed and didn't know how to answer, earning a chuckle from Yinlin who then stepped back and waved her fingers to undo the strings from around you. You sighed in relief as your body was finally free and you could stretch your arms, but Yinlin acted quicker and pulled you closer by your collar while she stepped back until she was pinned against a tree.
"I have high expectations of you, darling~"
A cacaphony of moans and grunts resounded in the forest. You had slipped off Yinlin's panties and held her against the tree with one leg pulled up as your cock thrusted in and out of her cunt. Her arms wrapped around your neck and your eyes gazed into each other as you fucked her, your breaths mingling before Yinlin leaned near your ear and embraced you. Her sultry voice moaned in your ear now, her breath tickling your lobe and the feeling of her warm and tight walls made you aroused to no end.
"Aah! Yes, just like that....! Oh, go deeper!~"
"Yinlin...! You feel so goodâ fuck!"
"Hehe then do it harder and faster! Show me, Rover! Engrave yourself into me!~"
Her words fueled you further as you picked up her other leg too and slammed deeper, her head falling back in ecstasy. Her legs locked around your waist in a tight hold and her walls clenched you tighter than before, essentially milking you dry. You thrusted faster and harder, burying yourself to the hilt and fucking her deepest parts. As a Secret Agent, Yinlin never imagined herself to lose in such desires outdoors, but there was no way she could resist you any longer.
You eventually turned her over and bent her against the trunk, pulling her hips close to shove inside once again. She mewled as you penetrated her deeply, her voice crying out the sweetest moans as you fucked like an animal in heat. Your thighs slapped against her hips, making erotic sounds accompanied by her moans. Your hands groped her butt before snaking around to touch her clit, her back arching as she felt your finger around it.
"Aaah! R-Rover! Yes! Yes! More.... give me more! Oh, gods! Fuck me and fill me with your seed!~"
Yinlin was mindlessly chanting her desires now, and you had every intention to fulfill them. You pulled her up and made her lean on the trunk while you pressed yourself flush against her back and kept ramming in and out. She arched back and rested her head on your shoulder as you kissed her nape and shoulders before burying your face in her neck and breathing in her scent.
"Oooh just like that! That's it, darling! Yes! I'm so close! Cum with me, darling!~"
You pinched and rubbed her clit with your thrusts, drawing her closer to release as you also couldn't hold back anymore. With a few more thrusts and skin slapping, you shoved forward and hilted all the way inside her as you finally released. She moaned out loud feeling your cum inside, then went breathless as you made her orgasm too. She almost fell limp as she came but you continued holding her, still filling her up with your seed.
You breathed out together once you finished releasing, she turned over and pressed her lips on yours while embracing you tightly. It was a deep and passionate kiss, one that she'd only do with her lover if she had one. But she was more than happy and satisfied with you for now.
"Aah... more, let's do more, Rover...." Yinlin husked after the kiss, and the feeling of your dick rising once again gave her all the answer she needed.
#wuthering waves#wuwa x reader#yinlin#yinlin x reader#wuwa#wuwa smut#yinlin smut#wuthering waves x reader
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đ˘OFT đDGES !
pairing : daryl dixon x reader warnings : fluff, slight hurt / comfort wc : 1.7k a/n : little filler fic while i write my logan series :3
the first time it happened, neither of you really knew how. Â
it was late, the fire burned low, and most of the group had already shuffled off to bed. you were sitting across from daryl, neither of you talking much, just existing in the shared quiet that came easier than most things did nowadays. the crackle of embers filled the silence between you, soft and soothing. Â
you glanced at him, his face half-lit by the dying light, shadows carving out the planes of his features. his posture was as rigid as ever, shoulders tight, hands fidgeting with the frayed edge of his shirt sleeve. he caught your gaze and raised a brow, muttering, âwhat?â Â
ânothing,â you said quickly, shaking your head. âjust⌠you look like you havenât slept in days.â Â
his scoff was soft. âlook whoâs talkinâ.â Â
you couldnât argue with that. sleep had been a luxury lately, the kind of thing you thought about wistfully but rarely indulged in. the weight of exhaustion pressed heavy on you both, worn into your bones, but neither of you made a move to head inside. Â
âguess weâre both a mess,â you murmured. Â
his lips twitched into something that wasnât quite a smile but close enough. âyeah. guess so.â Â
you fell silent again, but the stillness wasnât uncomfortable. it was⌠familiar. in a way, it felt like company - good company - was the only thing holding you together some nights. eventually, the fire died down completely, and the chill of the night crept in. Â
you rubbed your arms, shivering a little. darylâs eyes flicked to you briefly before he stood up, muttering, âcâmon. itâs cold.â Â
you blinked at him. âwhat?â Â
âyou stay out here, youâre gonna freeze,â he said, already heading towards the small cabin the group had claimed for the night. Â
you followed him inside, mostly out of confusion, and found yourself lingering as he dropped onto the cot heâd claimed earlier. his boots hit the floor with a dull thunk, and he looked over at you, brows furrowing. Â
âyou just gonna stand there?â Â
âwhere else am i supposed to go?â you asked, crossing your arms. Â
he huffed, shoving himself to the far side of the cot. âainât rocket science. thereâs room here.â Â
your eyes widened slightly. âyou want me to - â Â
âdidnât say i want nothinâ,â he interrupted, voice low. âjust figured youâd be better off not sleepinâ on the damn floor.â Â
there was no real way to argue with that, so you swallowed your hesitation and perched awkwardly on the edge of the cot. he didnât say anything, just rolled onto his side and pulled the blanket over himself. Â
you laid down slowly, keeping as much space between you as you could on the narrow cot. it was fine - quiet, awkward, but fine - until you started to drift off, and your hand brushed against his. Â
you tensed immediately, but he didnât move away. didnât say anything either. the warmth of his skin seeped into yours, grounding in a way you didnât know you needed. after a moment, you let your fingers curl slightly, brushing against his again. Â
he shifted just enough to press his palm against yours. Â
you fell asleep like that, hands barely touching, and woke up with his arm slung over your waist, your head tucked under his chin. Â
after that night, it happened more often than not. Â
you didnât talk about it - didnât need to. daryl wasnât the kind of man who used words to explain himself, and you werenât exactly great at starting conversations either. the first few nights, you both kept a respectful distance, careful not to overstep. but over time, the gaps closed. Â
he didnât pull away when your hand found his again. he didnât flinch when your head rested against his shoulder. and when his arm looped around your waist to pull you closer, you didnât hesitate to lean into him, letting his steady warmth soothe the ache in your chest. Â
it became routine. Â
no matter how long the day was or how much tension lingered between you during the hours of sunlight, when the night came, you ended up tangled together. neither of you really had to say it, but the need was mutual - silent and unspoken, but mutual. Â
one night, you found yourself tracing the faint scars on his forearm, your fingers light as a feather. he didnât stop you, just watched in silence. when you looked up at him, his gaze was unreadable, softer than youâd ever seen. Â
âwhat?â you whispered. Â
he shook his head, barely perceptible. ânothinâ.â Â
but his arm tightened around you, and he pulled you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head. you didnât press further. whatever he was thinking, he wasnât ready to share it yet, and that was okay. Â
because lying there, wrapped up in him, was enough.
the run had gone sideways before it even really started. Â
what was supposed to be a simple supply run had turned into a mess of bad luck and bad timing. walkers everywhere, collapsing buildings, and the kind of chaos that left your adrenaline buzzing long after youâd made it back to camp. Â
daryl hadnât let you out of his sight the whole time, his hand shooting out to grab your arm or yank you behind him whenever things got too close for comfort. not that you needed him to - years of surviving on your own had sharpened your instincts - but he didnât seem to care. Â
ânext time, yer stayinâ behind,â he grumbled as the two of you stumbled through the front gates, the night air heavy with tension. Â
âlike hell,â you shot back, wiping blood and grime off your face. Â
he glared, but the exhaustion in his eyes dulled the edge. âainât arguinâ with ya right now.â Â
fine by you. you were too tired to argue either, and the ache in your legs was proof enough that you needed rest. by the time you both trudged into the cabin, the rest of the group had settled down, their voices distant murmurs. Â
you kicked your boots off and dropped onto the cot without much thought, your body already anticipating the pull of sleep. daryl hovered for a moment, watching you with an unreadable expression before sitting down heavily beside you. Â
âyou okay?â he asked gruffly, his voice softer than usual. Â
âiâm fine,â you muttered, though your hands were still trembling slightly. Â
he didnât look convinced. âyou sure? looked like you were âbout to - â Â
âiâm fine, daryl.â you cut him off, sharper than you meant to. Â
his jaw tightened, but he didnât push further. instead, he let out a rough sigh and leaned back, his weight shifting the cot just enough that you felt it. Â
the silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until you finally broke it. Â
âyou didnât have to keep pulling me out of trouble, you know.â Â
he snorted, leaning down to untie his boots. âyeah, i did.â Â
you turned your head to look at him, confused. âwhy?â Â
he shrugged, like the answer was obvious. ââcause if somethinâ happened to ya, iâd lose my damn mind.â Â
the admission hung in the air between you, uncomfortably raw. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. instead, you shifted closer, hesitating for a moment before resting your hand on his arm. Â
he stilled, his eyes flicking down to where your fingers brushed against his skin. Â
âyou donât have to worry about me,â you said softly. âweâre both still here. thatâs what matters.â Â
he scoffed, though it lacked any real bite. âainât that simple.â Â
âwhy not?â Â
he turned his head to look at you, the shadows in his eyes deeper than youâd ever seen. ââcause it just ainât.â Â
your hand slid down his arm until your fingers found his, curling around them. his hand tensed briefly before relaxing, his grip tightening around yours like he was afraid to let go. Â
âyou donât have to carry everything alone, you know,â you whispered. Â
âainât got a choice,â he muttered, his voice low. Â
âyou do,â you said firmly, shifting closer until your forehead rested against his shoulder. âyouâve got me.â Â
for a moment, he didnât respond, the weight of your words pressing heavy against him. but then his free arm looped around your waist, pulling you into him in a way that felt both protective and vulnerable. Â
âyeah,â he said quietly. âguess i do.â Â
the tension in the room eased slightly, though the vulnerability lingered. you stayed like that for a while, your head on his shoulder, his arm around you, until the chill of the night seeped in and you both shifted to lie down. Â
as you settled against him, your head on his chest and his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you felt the faint tremor in his hand as it rested on your back. Â
âyouâre shaking,â you murmured. Â
âainât nothinâ,â he muttered. Â
you didnât call him out on it, but you didnât pull away either. instead, you let your fingers trace idle patterns along his arm, your touch light but deliberate. Â
âdaryl,â you said after a long pause, your voice barely above a whisper. Â
âwhat?â Â
âi mean it. you donât have to do this alone. not anymore.â Â
his breath hitched slightly, and you felt him press his face into your hair, his grip on you tightening. Â
âainât used to this,â he admitted, his voice muffled. âdonât even know what the hell iâm doinâ half the time.â Â
you tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes searching his face. âyouâre doing fine.â Â
his lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile. âthat so?â Â
âyeah,â you said, resting your head back against his chest. âbetter than fine, actually.â Â
he huffed softly, the sound somewhere between disbelief and relief. Â
âyouâre somethinâ else,â he muttered, his fingers brushing lightly along your spine. Â
you smiled against his shirt, the warmth of his words settling deep in your chest. âso are you.â Â
the two of you fell silent after that, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to you both. but as you drifted off, tangled together in a way that felt more like home than anything else ever had, you couldnât help but think that maybe - just maybe - you were finally starting to understand what it meant to not be alone.Â
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I saw you were doing small requests if we proved we voted for Hassan/Mikey, so here's my proof! I was wondering if you could do something with Leo, since we don't see nearly enough Leo x readers out there. I was thinking maybe a best-friends to lovers thing where they keep trying to one up each other with playful flirtation, but it becomes real in the end, followed by a confession and a kiss? Xxx
Writing Request: Reader x Leo First Kiss đ
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From now until the poll closes, if you can prove to me that you voted Hassan/Mikey in this poll then I will do any short story writing request like the one below or draw you any doodle of your choosing!
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"And that's when you go in for the kiss!"
Leo had a fist to his lip's and nodded as if this conversation was of the utmost importance.
The random man in question who had approached you while you were hanging out with your best friend was none the wiser. You weren't sure where he had come from, but had interjected himself into your conversation without warning. He had some ripe opinions on romance that apparently couldn't wait for people he knew. Instead of running, Leo had been prompting him for the sake of it and sending you more and more exaggerated looks each time the man looked away.
"What about consent?" Leo asked.
The man reared for a moment before he thought which part. "At which part? We haven't gotten past first base."
"You gotta ask if you're going to kiss someone." Leo spoke with a firmness that you read as genuine.
"The mood!"
"Don't start." Leo shook his head.
"It ruins the mood." The man insisted.
"It does not." Leo waved him off for the first time.
"It does! You think your lady friend is going to still wanna smooch after you interrupt leaning in to ask permission!? That's not manly!"
"Manly, huh?" Leo's mask quirked with his brow. "Also, just lady friends?"
He glanced at you.
You chewed your lip and glanced away to not laugh.
"Ah, man friend, lady friend. Whatever friend! It doesn't matter!" The man huffed. "It's all the same in the eyes of love."
"Consent is hot, that's all I'm saying." Leo shrugged.
"Ah!" The man grunted and turned. "You don't get it! Oh! I bet they do!"
You both watched as the man jogged off at the next unsuspecting group of people.
"Well then!" Leo put his hands on his hips. "I never!"
He held the haughty pose until a giggle finally broke free from you and he slumped to your side.
"That was something." You told him.
"You know I really like conversations like that." Leo stuck a leg out to walk.
You followed his lead with solider-like attention. "Yeah? Seemed a bit like you were teasing him."
"Me!?" He gaped sarcastically at you before his features went lackadaisical. "Making something a gag is second nature. I really do I swear."
You thought for moment. "Okay... Why?"
"Why?" He digested the question and looked up at the buildings. "Let's see. People are interesting. They've got all these opinions and they're wild! Everyone is so different and they'll try to ask these questions about you, but they don't really want to know, but I do. Like I already know me; I want to know about them!"
It gave you pause and you thought back. In all the time you had known Leo, he had been like that. If you ever asked him something as simple as his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation around on you until you were matching shades in some sun room that you were going to retire in.
He made you feel like the center of the world and you loved him for it. He was bright and whip smart, but he also had an undeniable loneliness. He never let it get to him, but it made you want to get closer. You pushed to get his number after meeting him. You made sure to text him if a little too much time had gone by. You made future plans with him always included.
You became the best of friends before you even knew it.
Leo said yes to pretty much everything, even when his schedule was packed. it was his eagerness of companionship and just that he was generally a good friend, even if you found yourself mortified around him often. His wit and penchant for a bit meant that if you said the slightest thing wrong that he would hone in on it. It was further sharpened to a knife having had three brothers and because of it you had built a repertoire of inside jokes.
He was special and even just taking a walk with him on a day like today would be a highlight of your week.
"I see it." You eventually said.
"What'dyou think?"
"About what?" You glanced at him and the way the sunlight played on his barely shielded green skin.
"His pitch! That love guru's plan of attack. How to woo your lady, not lady friend."
A smile played on your lips. "Set the mood. Sure, that's good, but when's a mood, right? That's always a question."
"Exacty!" Leo threw a demonstrating hand to you. "Like is it being alone. We're alone right now?"
"Not really a mood?" You looked around.
"Should it be dark? They say those steak houses have romantic lightening when you can't even tell which fork your grabbing."
You laughed knowing what he'd say next.
"I'm telling you!" He pressed with the same knowledge. "They do it so they can give you lower cuts! That's why I always bust out the ole phone flashlight!"
"They do not!"
"I swear I ordered a rib eye but they served me flank. Flank!"
"The horror!"
"But yeah, okay so not the lights."
"Because I totally confirmed that."
"Okay, come here then."
You did so without hesitation.
"Okay, let me just..." He reached behind him to tug his hoodie off.
You watched on.
His chin caught. "Hold on." He squirmed to pull one arm through. "Hold!" It got trapped against the points of his plastron. "Wait, Wait!" His head disappeared down into the hole and you watched the blue fabric writhe.
There was no way he could see you, but when your hand came up to help he immediately scolded.
"Don't you dare! I've got this!"
You weren't sure if it was a bit or not, but that was Leo and he was nothing if not amusing.
"I got it!" In one hands to the ceiling move, his hoodie came off. "Check it!"
He flexed in his average looking t-shirt. "Very attractive."
"Thank you!" He told you with a point of his beak. "Alright, now cloud cover..."
He waved you over to a wall and you followed.
He looked you over a few times before he caged you in so he could hold the hoodie above both of you to block the light.
You stared at his red stripes in their proximity.
"Dark, how are we feeling?"
"Not really a mood."
"It's not a mood!" He cracked a grin. "We're already at the next factor."
"Oh?"
"Closeness. He said that thing about how both people realize they're a little too close and kissing is inevitable."
"Cause if that was true we would have kissed a bunch of times."
"Right?!" Leo clucked. "The Twister incident? That time I hit you with that little trashcan. Oh, oh! When you were demonstrating the banana thing and actually fell."
"That middle one..." You narrowed your eyes.
"An accident, I swear." He looked dire.
"I still think the banana was cause of the floor."
"Sure." Leo drew out the word.
You pinched the tail end of one of his stripes which also happened to be his cheeks.
He smiled all the more. "Alright then. Is that it? We've eliminated everything. Total bunk. That guy doesn't knowing a thing about romance."
"Yeah! Moods? Like what even is that?"
"Like cuddling on the couch?" Leo gagged.
"Running through the rain?" You added.
"Yeah, because I totally want to make out when I'm soggy!" His eyes rolled.
"Your clothes stick together!"
"You have to peel apart!" He shuddered and the hoodie shook as your umbrella.
You reached up on instinct to steady it right as one of the sleeves fell.
"Nice catch."
"Call me champ."
"No, I'm champ."
"You're champion."
"Your champion?" His mask waggled with his brow ridge.
"You can't count that! It was a bet."
"Oh yeah, what was last week when I got you that ice cream?"
"I was trying to be nice to you."
"Only trying?"
"You make it so easy."
"I do. I'm a great guy. Amazing friend. Easy on the eyes."
"The face of disaster. Person I would vote least likely to make a typo in front of because he will never let you live it down."
"I give you my life and my time!" He bemoaned.
"And I appreciate it."
He gave you his best puppy dog eyes. "Do you? You're just saying that. You totally said you were just saying that."
"No, you're the light of my life."
"In that voice? Maybe I'm the light from one of those nightlights that are automatic, like the kind that turn off as soon as you turn the real lights on."
You squared yourself and looked straight into his eyes.
He startled and gave you owlish attention.
"Leonardo Hamato. You are the most important thing to me. You appeared in my life and I made sure you were part of it and at some point you became someone I can't live without."
"Oh." The vowel popped out dull.
You were flooded with a wave of worry.
Had that been too much?
It was true.
You cared about Leo.
He made you laugh.
He made you smile.
He made you a priority.
You did the same with him.
It must have been all the romance talk.
He might have misconstrued the whole thing.
Certainly none of that meant anything more.
With the steam still trapped in your cheeks you met his eye.
He was staring the same intensity.
You shared it a little coy before you decided to face it head on.
You set your jaw and returned the full brunt of your certainty in the matter.
He blinked a single time. "Wanna make out?"
Your eyes went as wide as they could.
"Wait, that came out wrong!"
"Are you kidding me!?" You squawked.
"I said it was wrong! Let me-!"
"That's your idea of consent?!" You tugged the hoodie down.
Since he had his own hold on the fabric it pulled his arm.
Which pulled his shoulder.
Which pulled him closer.
You were inches away. "That guy was right! It does ruin a mood! 'Wanna make out?' Leo, what-?!"
He dropped a little lower and your heart spasmed.
He dipped down so he could look up at you through his lashes.
His gaze liquefied your insides on contact.
He held your gaze for a few calculated moments before he leaned up enough that the heat of his breath warmed your lips.
"I'm sorry. I meant, may I have the pleasure in kissing you?"
You closed the gap.
The hoodie dropped down around you for privacy.
You lost your vision and for a moment it was just you and him.
A tiny version of the world that you didn't mind.
Then, you parted.
Within the confines you heard the smack and felt the way your mouths were both open and ready for another.
"Like..." Leo licked his lips audibly. "Like that. You do it like that."
"If you tell me that was a bit I'm never talking to you again." You whined without an ounce of heat.
"I swear... Kiss on it?"
You tugged him right back to you and he smirked against you.
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â WHEN YOUR CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND OFFERS TO TEACH YOU HOW TO LOVE, HOW CAN YOU SAY NO ?? â
⧠pairing: college student!yuji itadori x f!reader
⧠summary: yuji itadori has been your best friend since you were kids, and when he offers you to teach you how to fuck, you don't expect him to be able to find his way into your heart too.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, aged up characters (don't like? don't read), childhood best friends to fwb to lovers, college au! (no curses), reader is the same age as yuji (both 20s), grew up as neighbors, mutual pining, nobara playing cupid, jealous!yuji, yuji is so golden retriever bf, nightmares, mentions of parental death via car crash (yuji), adoptive dad nanamin :), nipple play, oral (f + m), fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), semi public sex (under a blanket with sleeping friends nearby), sex (p in v), creampie, swearing, fanart by unknown artist (found on pinterest, pls let me know if you know the og artist so i can credit)
⧠wc: 13,544
⧠for my 2k celebration event: item 5 has been sold to two anons!
âYou want me to teach you?âÂ
The words left your best friendâs lips nonchalantly as if he was asking you if you wanted him to teach you how to ride a bike.Â
But thatâs not what he was offering to have you rideâ
âYuji,â you say slowly, âwhat are you saying? Do you even know what youâre saying?âÂ
Yuji Itadori was dense, but you knew he was far from stupid. You learned that in third grade when he punched a bully that had been picking on you, the final straw being when he had tripped you, causing you to skin your knee. Before you could even well any tears up in your eyes, you heard a thwack and a yelp as Yuji had laid the boy out on the playground. You stared at Yuji, as he offered you his other hand to help you to your feet, as your eyes slid from him to your bully.Â
Yuji knelt down, carrying you on his back to the nurseâs office, âbut Yuji, what about him? We left himââÂ
And he set you down outside the nurseâs office â and he only smiled that wide smile he had always reserved for you, âDonât worry â I made sure no one was looking.âÂ
But now, you were beginning to doubt his sanity, rather than his intelligence â âI know what Iâm saying,â he chuckles, trademark smile on his lips, âIâm just offering you the chance to practice,âÂ
âThis isnât practicing a sport or testâyouâre offering,â you shift on your bed, while Yuji lounges on the floor, back against the bottom of your bed, âyouâre offering to sleep with me, Yuji,â he leans his head on your bed, looking up at you at way, your face upside in his vision.Â
âI know, I know, but itâs not a big deal is it?â heâs acting so nonchalant you wonder if one of his teammates had hit him hard in the head during practice, âweâve had all our firsts together,âÂ
You scoff, âThat was like our first steps, first day of school, first drinkââÂ
âFirst kissââ he interrupts, and your face burns at the memory â a preadolescent game gone wrong that ended up with you and Yuji sharing your first kiss when you were teens.Â
âThat wasnât real,â you wave him off, crossing your arms, âand this isnât just a kiss for a gameâthis could change our friendshipââÂ
âIt wonât, if we donât let it,â his gaze is more serious than youâve ever seen Yuji be â not when he was usually all wide smiles and enthusiasm, âitâs us, we can get through it, and we donât have to let it get weird right?âÂ
You chew on your lip, âYuji, what do you get out of it?â And heâs tilting his head at your questionâ âI mean you donât have to do this â just because Iâm insecure because I donât have experience,â you mumble.Â
And thatâs how the conversation had started â your complaints about your friends talking about their boyfriends, exes, and hookups, while you just nodded along â far too aware that you hadnât even had a proper kiss, much less sex. And now you had found yourself here.Â
âLook,â he slides up to sit on your bed, a good distance away from you, his eyes finding yours â warm hazel that felt as if it was drizzling over your skin wherever his gaze traveled, âI want your first time to be safe. I donât want you to just hook up with someone and something bad to happen because you canât say no â with me,â he clenched his hand into a fist holding his other hand flat as he gently hit his fist against it, âyou can tell me to stop and if I somehow donât or donât hear you, punch me,âÂ
You snort, âYuji,â heâs shaking his head.Â
âIâm serious, I want you to be safe,â and youâre fidgeting with your fingers in your lap â this was Yuji, Yuji â you couldnât say you hadnât noticed how well he had grown up. Not when all of your friends drooled over him â especially with how liked he was â by everyone.Â
âWhat if I lose you?â And he chuckles, as he breaches your personal space and his hand brushes yours.Â
âYou wonât, ever. I promise,â and your breath catches â many millions of times had Yuji touched you throughout your lives â an arm over over your shoulder, a hug, even holding your hand through crowds during festivals â but a simple brush of his fingers against yours had your heart rattling against its bony enclosure, begging for you to let it out, âwhat do ya think?âÂ
And youâre thinking â this would be the best outcome â you werenât one to hook up with a stranger and you were burnt out on dead end dating app conversations, and to have your first time with someone close, someone you knew â it would be ideal.Â
âAre you sure?â And his lips curl into a soft smile, leaning closer, as his fingers gently brush against your locks.Â
âWould I be here like this if I wasnât?â his breath warms your lips, as his fingers skim your cheek, âis this okay?âÂ
You nod wordlessly, unable to find the words to even reply â you had never thought of this situation would ever happen â especially like this. You lean against his hand, calloused from his practices, but as gentle as it always was.Â
âWe can take it as slow as you need,â he murmurs, as heâs even closer now, your eyes fluttering shut, only for his lips to graze your forehead. You pause at the featherlight touch â wondering if it actually happened when your eyes open to find his, âno need to rush, right?â He smiles, as he gets to his feet, âare we still on for tomorrowâs study session?âÂ
âOf course,âÂ
He scratches the back of his head, âGood because I still donât understand math or why I need it, but unfortunately, I still have to pass,â he grabs his bag, âIâll see you tomorrow,â he offers a smile before heâs gone.Â
And youâre left sitting on your bed, the warmth of his touch still on your skin, wondering what the fuck just even happened.Â
âYuji, you just have to solve for x,â you sigh, explaining the problem for the billionth time, as his pen waves back forth between two fingers, âitâs simple,âÂ
Your weekly study sessions with Yuji were a constant throughout your life, though more for Yuji than you. Yuji is very intelligent, despite his demeanor in class where it felt as if there was a perpetual question mark over his head â he just learned by seeing and then doing. And the repetition helped you all the same. But you had never felt so conscious sitting next to the boy you called your best friend.Â
âMaybe to you, but I donât why math has to involve letters,â he wrinkled his nose at the problem, sighing, as he twists the pen around his hand, and your eyes catch the movement â you didnât know how the little boyâs whose hands you used to hold had gotten so big now â calloused from his practices, but so soft against your skin, âis something interesting about my hands?âÂ
Your eyes snap up to meet his, cheeks burning as you shake your head, âNo, just, uh, impressed that you can twist the pen around your hand like that,âÂ
âOh, that?â heâs as unfazed as usual, leaning back a little, âthatâs easy. I could show you if you want,âÂ
âItâs fine,â and youâre trying to focus back on the problem, when you find him still staring, âwhat is it?âÂ
âIf you wanted to hold my hand, you just had to ask,â his fingers graze yours, with enough time for you to pull away, before his fingers lace with yours, âand we can do more if you want?âÂ
This was crazy â it was probably a mistake, but â as his touch made your heart flutter, warm rolling in waves that erupted into butterflies in your stomach â why werenât you pulling away?Â
âWhat does more entail?â and he inches a little closer, his breath warming your lips, âbut you still havenât gotten this problem down, are you just trying to get out of studying?âÂ
A chuckle on his lips, âMaybe Iâm just looking for the right motivation, so how about we make a deal?â He moves over, spreading his legs apart, and pats the floor in front of you â for each question I get right, I get a kiss,â
And why you agreed to this, you really didnât have wordsâbut now you were sat between his legs, nearly in his lap, as he leaned forward â his chest against your back as his chin brushed your shoulder and his cheek brushed against your own, breath warming your neck â trying to get a better look at the math problem. His arm was wrapped around your side as his pen scratched against the scrap paper, trying to solve the problem. You bit your lip, trying your best not to glance at him, but you spot his wrinkled brow out of the corner of his lip and the tip of his tongue poking ever so slightly out of his mouthâ and your lips curled, he still had that habit from when you were kids.Â
âThere, I think I solved it,â he murmurs, and you have to hold back a shiver at the words rumbled against your ear, âis it right?âÂ
And god, you could barely think, much less do math, but as you glance over the question and answer â heâs got it right. Â
Fuck.Â
âIt is,â you say softly, âis all you need some motivation? Because I would have just promised I would go to see the next Human Earthworm movie,âÂ
He chuckles, his lips nearly against your ear, as his hand gently traces your jaw, âIâd like that, but I think i rather have what I was promised, as long as youâre still okay with that,âÂ
Your breath hitches, as you follow his lead, rough pads still so gentle against your cheek, as your eyes find his, but you donât find his usual doe eyes â but instead find pools of lust threatening to drag you under. Although from the way your lips part and eyes flutter shut, perhaps he had you underwater for far longer than you even knew.Â
His lips graze yours â itâs barely a kiss, a peck maybe â as he does his best to ease you in. You didnât know lips could be so soft â meeting again and again, stealing logic from your mind and breath from your lungs.Â
âAre you okay?â Heâs murmuring, not even a breath away from your lips. Youâre nearly dizzy, mind reeling from his touch, heart jumping at his thumb rubbing lightly against your cheek.Â
âI am, just a little strange to be kissing, much less you,â and his brow knits together, âbut not bad at all,â you add, and he chuckles, his fingers grazing your cheek firmer, as he leans in again, âwe said one kissââÂ
âDo you really want to stop now?â heâs murmuring, and your noses bump against each other.Â
Your lips find his again and now you can taste the sour candy he had stolen from you, but an overwhelming sweetness overrides it, and your hand brushes against his cheek, the other finding purchase on his chest.
âIs that okay?â You murmur, as you lips part, the two of you catching your breath, your shared pants filling the silence, your cheeks burning as your eyes avert from his, âI donât knowââÂ
âYouâre fine, donât worry about it,â a small chuckle on his lips, fingers cupping your chin to guide your gaze back to his â a subtle heat that makes your insides turn to molasses, sticky and sweet and far too warm, âjust do what feels right, ok?âÂ
And his lips find yours again, gently as he did the first time, but more passion behind it, swallowing your quiet murmur of his name with ease. Your lips move against his just as his did â you try to push aside the thoughts of whether you were doing this right. But the slight brush of his teeth against your bottom lip makes you forget too with a gasp.Â
He pulls away with a grin on his lips, âSorry, couldnât resist,â and his lips are kissed red, your thumb brushed against his swollen lips, âdonât tempt me more,âÂ
âYouâre the one who started this, shouldnât you take some responsibility, Yu?â your lips graze his cheek, curling as a rosy flush settles over his cheekbones, ânothing to say?âÂ
âYouâre making it hard for me to hold back,â and heâs burying his face in the side of your neck, making you shiver, as he pulls you even closer, arms around your waist, âI donât want to rush you,âÂ
Cute, you think before you even think, and yet the way his face is hidden away in your neck, breath warming your neck makes your body flush, and when have you ever thought of Yuji as cute? And yet you couldnât remember a time that he made your heart race either.Â
His lips press a small kiss to your neck, drawing a yelp from your lips, âYujiââ heâs nosing the hollow of your throat, âah, youâre teasing me,â you whine, and heâs lifting his gaze back to yours, heavy with want, a want that leaves you bereft of any semblance of sense.Â
âYou started it,â he murmurs, before he finds your lips in another kiss â this time itâs a slow heat, languid as it threatens to burn both of you alive, flames licking at the edges of your reason. And his phone goes off â a reminder for practice that he groans at, âI should go. I have to go run laps,âÂ
âNow?â And heâs slowly disentangling himself from you, the absence of his touch lingers, the heat ebbing, âdonât you usually practice in the mornings?â You get to your feet slowly as well, handing him his math notebook, and it occurs to you when you spot the puddles outside, âit was too wet,âÂ
And he nods, scratching the back of his head, as the two of you walk out into your apartmentâs living space, âand I forgot my protein shakeââ you head over to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and pulling out his shake, and he blinks, âhowââÂ
âYou did the same thing last week, so I just bought a pack for you,â and his lips curl as he walks over and takes the bottle from your hand, fingers brushing â and even that much alight a flutter of nerves through your body.Â
âThanks,â he grins, and you nod.Â
âOf course, I thought it just made sense since you come here every weekââ you turn to shut the refrigerator, before turning back, only to find him stepping a bit closer, âYuââÂ
âI almost forgot, one more lesson,â and heâs leaning close, and your breath catches in your throat, as his lips brush yours, fingers tracing the swell of your cheek, âa kiss goodbye,â and he parts, a brush of his fingers against yours, âIâll text you later,â and heâs gone in a flash.Â
Your left, fingertips touching your lips, a questioning lingering as he left â whether these feelings blooming in your chest were just from the kiss, or something more.Â
But you glance at your phone â a text from Yuji:Â
Golden Retriever Bestie: thanks for the drink again :)
You lock the screen â but you couldnât hope for more, right? Not when this was started with the intention of stopping. But whyâas you laid back into bed, staring up at your ceiling in the same room the two of you had spent the last two years watching movies or studying in, eyes squeezing shutâ
Why did you still want more?Â
When did Yuji Itadori fall in love with you? It would probably be easier for him to list the moments he hadnât fallen for you â but the earliest he can remember was when he had hurt himself climbing a tree in the schoolyard, falling from the branch he had made it to. You had been watching him the whole time, telling him to come down, and when he fell, you were at his side. His vision was a little blurry but when it cleared, he saw you knelt above him, big tears leaving your eyes. And when he came to, you hugged him tight, before helping him to the nurseâs. You had even insisted on bandaging his cuts, not letting the nurse do so.Â
And thatâs when he knew â he knew he always wanted to wake to you beside him.Â
âYou what?â Nobara scoffed at him, as she held up another of her new purchases in front of her while looking in her full length mirror, âso instead of asking her out and confession this pathetic crushââÂ
âPathetic is kinda harsh, KugisakiââÂ
âItâs been over a decade â your one sided feelings is now in secondary school â itâs officially pathetic,â she hangs up the new leather jacket she bought in her closet, before turning to Yuji, âso instead of confessing, you asked her to be your friends with benefitsââÂ
âThatâs not exactlyââ she cuts him off with a look, âok thatâs kind of what I did,â he shakes his head, âshe was venting about how she never had her first kiss and words started coming out of my mouth and wouldnât stopââÂ
âNot the first time thatâs happened to you is it?â And Yuji glares at her through the mirror, âwhat? You came to me instead of Fushiguro because you wanted a pretty girlâs opinion right?âÂ
âI said girl, nothing aboutââ it was her turn to glare at him, âalright, alright â what do I do now? I want to tell her I like her, but if I do, I might seem like aââÂ
âA creep? A weirdo? A pervert?âÂ
âI was gonna say liar, but those too,â he rubbed a hand down his face, âwhat do I do?âÂ
She sighs, tucking a strand of her dyed hair behind her ear, âthe only thing to do in situation like this,âÂ
âTell the truth?â And she scoffs.Â
âNo, of course not, just use this time to make her fall for you, but that means youâll have to use this agreement to your advantage,â she hums, âshe said she wanted more experience right?â And Yuji nods, âwho says it has to just be making out and sex?âÂ
âYou want to go on a date? Fuck,â you mutter under your breath as you turn the heat of your burner down, hoping you hadnât completely burned your omelet now as you flipped it, âI thought this was just supposed to be for the moreâŚphysical sides of things,â your cheeks burned.Â
God, what the fuck.Â
âI mean part of gaining experience is learning how to date, right?â And youâre placing your slightly burned omelet in the plate, as you wipe your hands off with your dishcloth, âwe could go to an arcade, maybe catch a movie,âÂ
âHuman Earthworm 4?â And you hear him chuckle over the line, and the sound makes your lips curl â it always felt like an accomplishment making him laugh, but even more so now. Â
âWe donât have toââÂ
âI donât mind,â you cut him off, and you never did â you just loved to tease him, as you always did, âtheyâve grown on me,â and you didnât know there was more room for Yuji to grow on you, you thought his roots had already went far and deep, tangled around every inch of yourself and your mind, even your heart â but nowâ
âDoes 2 PM work? Iâll come by and pick you up from your place,â and you didnât know where it would go butâÂ
âSounds perfect,â he had found his way into a place you never thought anyone would find themselves in. â and as he hung up, biting your bottom lipâ
And it seemed he was here to stay.Â
âYouâre such a cheater,â you glared at Yuji as he won for the tenth time at the boxing game â hitting the max score every time, âtell me what the trick is,âÂ
âYou know Iâm strong,â Yuji gapes, holding his arm, âhow would I cheat?â And youâre pouting, crossing your arms.Â
âYouâre cheating by being you,â and Yuji has to bite back his smile â you were being so cute â but he knows saying that will earn him a punch in the shoulder harder than you gave the punching bag on the machine, ânow you have to buy me an ice cream,âÂ
âFor?â He raises an eyebrow.Â
âFor being a cheater,â and he canât help the chuckle that leaves his lips that earns him a bunch of slaps to his arm, before heâs wrapping that same arm around your waist, your complaints chased away by a gasp, âwhatââÂ
âI was going to buy you anything you wanted anyway, it is a date after all,â he smiles, and you stammer, but you donât pull away, âwhat flavor do you want?â After you tell him, he goes off to the concession to buy you both some ice cream, and when he finds you at a table, he sees youâre not alone. His lips are a tight line, as he finds a guy leaning against the booth you sat in, clearly flirting with you, your back to Yuji so he canât see your face.Â
He finds his way back to you, his hand brushes your shoulder gently, âis everything okay?â He asks you, meeting your gaze without regard for the stranger â and heâs glad he did, because he spots your pursed lips and darting eyes that told him everything he needed to know, âyou need something?â He asks the guy, a friendly smile on his lips.Â
âNot from you,â the guy scoffs, âI was talking toââÂ
âWell, youâre talking to me now, not my date, soââ and youâre leaning into Yuji, âyou need something or not?â And the guy grumbles something under his breath before slinking away, and Yujiâs sliding in beside you when you move over, âyou okay?âÂ
âYeah, he wouldnât leave,â you sigh, shaking your head, âsorryââÂ
âYou have nothing to be sorry about,â he murmurs, as he hands you your ice cream, âas long as youâre okay,â his arm slides around your shoulder and squeezes you, âi wouldâve punched him if it wouldnât have ruined our date,âÂ
You snort, as you lick your ice cream, âif you punched him harder than you did the bag, donât know if this date would have ended with us going home,â and he pouts, as he laps at his ice cream, and he feels you turn to look at him, âDidnât know you were the jealous type, Yu,â and he chuckles, he wanted to say â only when it came to you.Â
But he knew that he couldnât. Not like this. Â
âI didnât think I was either.âÂ
âNope, not gonna admit it,â and Yujiâs grinning still, as the two of you walk out of the theater, his arm still around your shoulder, âno it wasnât that good,âÂ
If there was one thing about Yuji is that movies were literally his obsession â one movie marathon when the two of you were teens had turned him into a fanatic. And he often ended up dragging you to all of them he saw in theaters â and you probably had watched the Human Earthworm movies the most amount of times anyone ever has â aside from Yuji. Well, more like you watched him watch it, because while he was smiling and laughing (or crying) at the movie, you were looking at him.Â
And right now, he looked far too smug, âSo you admit that it was good,â and you cross your arms, shaking your head, âI saw you tearing up at the end â I told you, itâs all about love!âÂ
You purse your lips, if only to hold back your smile, before sighing, âHow would no one tear up at that ending?â And his handâs grabbing yours, tugging at your arm, as the two of you walk along, âYuââÂ
âI knew you liked it! Câmon, I knew you would, now what was your favorite part?â And your lips curl into a smile, âwhat?âÂ
That was one of the things you loved the most about Yuji, how excited he could get â how he loved everything so wholeheartedly with no reservations, and you knew he was the one person you could always count on to cheer you up.Â
âNothing, nothing,â you chuckle, letting your fingers lace with his, âmy favorite part?â And you want to say â watching him enjoy the movie.Â
But you canât.Â
âProbably the ending,â you slowly smile, âliked it when the credits rolled,â and heâs mock glaring, as you laugh before his arm tightening around your waist, âYu-jiââÂ
âNot going to be honest?â He murmurs, before kissing your chin, âthen maybe Iâll make you.âÂ
âYuângh, please,â Yuji could get addicted to your taste, it was never enough, was it? His lips had spent the last twenty minutes kissing every inch of your face and neck, traversing over every nook and cranny as he always wanted to â and yet it was never enough. Any time spent with you was never enough âbecause you always made anything better, and nothing ever worse.Â
And he knew no one else would ever feel this good.Â
How many times had he imagined just this scenario? Of you in his bedroom with him alone, as you had been many times before, but never like this. You never looked at him like that before â with that shyness mixed with an undercurrent of want. And it was enough to rip him away and drag him under with you.Â
âPlease what, baby?â Yuji looks up with a wry smile and soft eyes that burn a path where as it raked down your body like coals across a fire, âwant me to stop?â And heâs dragging a thumb down your untouched lips.Â
You cover your face with the back of your hand, and heâs gently tugging it away, pressing a kiss to your wrist, your pulse jumping underneath, âI want more,â and fuck if he wasnât at full mast from the kissing, he was now at your words, âI want you toâŚkiss me andâŚtouch me,â you mumble, eyes averted, but heâs smiling all the same â you were so cute.Â
âWhere can I touch?â he asks softly, his nose brushing yours, âneed you to tell me. I donât want to rushââÂ
And your lips crash against his, your fingers finding the back of his neck, threading in his pink locks. Heâs pausing a moment before he melts into your kiss, and youâre taking the lead, as you lean further into the kiss, your fingers sliding down from his shoulder to his chest. His tongue flicks against the seam of your lips and you part for him.Â
âI want you to touch me,â you murmur as you break the kiss, panting, strings of your spit still connecting your lips, your breathy words nearly enough for him to lose all control, âIâll tell you if I donât like it,âÂ
And heâs more than happy to oblige, his lips find yours in a bruising kiss, his hand toys with the hem of your shirt as permission, and you part from the kiss to nod. His hand slides up your soft flesh, pushing up your shirt along with it â finding your lacy bra underneath. Heâs tugging the shirt up and over your head with your help, and godâ
He has to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you. His fingers reach out, toying with the strap of your bra, âDid you wear this for me?â And you biting your bottom lip was all the answer he needed.Â
âYuââ heâs tweaking your hardened bud through the fabric, âah, fuckââ and he leans down to suck the other side through your bra, while sliding down your bra strap.Â
âNeed to taste you,â and youâre nodding, while heâs reaching around to brush against the clasp of your bra to undo it, and his cock twitches at the sight of your bare skin â youâre so fucking pretty.Â
He always thought you were pretty â when you were kids drenched from running around in the rain, when you were just waking up from a nap with your hair askew and dried drool in the corner of your mouth, when your eyes were wide with excitement and nearly jumping up and down to tell him good news; and when youâre smilingâespecially when youâre smiling.Â
It was his favorite thing.Â
âDonât stare so much,â youâre trying cover yourself, but his hands catch yours, easing them off, âItâs embarrassingââÂ
âYouâre perfect,â and your lips part but no words come, but you canât meet his gaze, âyou areââÂ
âYouâre just saying thatââ and his fingers pinch your nipple drawing a gasp from your lips, while he leans down and takes the other in his mouth. His eyes find yours, blown into deep, dark pools by his lust â ones youâd be more than willing to drown in.Â
âIâd never just say that, especially to you, baby,â and youâre about to make a smart remark about him calling you âbaby.â But you forget every word you ever learned when his fingers start to drag down your stomach, fingers playing with the button of your jeans, âcan I?âÂ
And you nod, your back arching ever so slightly as his lips press a sweet kiss to your bellybutton. Heâs kissing down your soft legs as he tugs down your jeans â one to your thigh, another to your knee, and another to your ankle âbefore heâs kissing up the other.Â
âHowâs that feel?â he murmurs, eyes flitting up to meet yours, and fuck, your lips parted and swollen a pretty red, eyes half lidded with want, and â as his eyes fall between your thighs â a growing wet spot on your panties.Â
His fingers toy with the elastic, snapping it lightly against your skin, a slight flinch only, as his eyes gaze at your clothed cunt with near reverence. He looks for permission, before he leans in to press a kiss to your swollen clit, a small yelp escaping your mouth.Â
âYuji,â you whine, lifting your head to meet his gaze again, âplease,âÂ
âSay my name again, please,â heâs kissing your thigh gently, and it feels as if youâll crumble under his touch any second, wither away in a figment of his imagination, and he wonât ever get the chance to hear you like this again, much less touch you. He was selfish to take advantage like this â and he knew he was â but he couldnât leave it like this.
âYuji, just touch meââ and your head falls back as his fingers graze your clit through your nearly translucent underwear, ângh, you fuckerââ and heâs chuckling, as he tugs your panties away.Â
âWanted to keep them on since you looked so good, but,â and heâs pocketing them with a grin, âIâll just keep them instead,â your dripping walls twitch at the thought, âsâgood for me. What do you want, my fingers or my tongue?âÂ
âFuck, I donât know, just touchââ and your head lolls against the pillow as his tongue drags up flat up the length of your weeping pussy.Â
âYouâre so sweet â I could live here,â he murmurs, as his fingers spread your slick folds, a pretty moan falling from your lips as he does, âcanât wait to feel you cum around my fingers,â heâs easing a finger in â and youâre so tight, youâre tensing as he tries to part your walls, ârelax, ok? Iâll be gentle. Donât worry. I wonât ever hurt you,â his eyes meet yours and youâre nodding, as he pulls his finger away, a shiver at the empty ache, but it falls away into another moan as his tongue replaces it.Â
The wet squelch of your folds is enough for him to cum right there â you smell as sweet as you taste, as he kisses your clit, before dragging the length of his tongue over your sopping slit again, âYujiâfuckââ your fingers find purchase in his pink locks right when he decides to sink a finger inside you again.Â
âThatâs it,â he grunts, as he works his finger knuckle deep into you, âso good fâme, so tight,â heâs murmuring, and your syrupy walls wrapped around his finger makes him wonder how good it will feel when his cock is inside you. Heâs palming his erection through his pants, desperate for any kind of fucking friction, âgânna add another,âÂ
And youâre nodding, âplease, Iââ and a second finger joins the first, and the lewd noises grow louder from your slick and his fingers begin to pump faster â teasing and stretching your walls as they begin to flutter around you, âYuji, Yujiââ his name leaves your lips like a prayer, but heâs the one who would worship at your feet, if youâd let him, your moans and whimpers were all he needed to survive, and heâd give his very soul if it meant he could be at your side.Â
His fingers are fucking you open, the tips of his fingers brushing against the spot that his your mouth falling open in a silent moan, âthatâs it, cum for me, pretty girl,â and pleasure rips up your spine, as you cum all over his fingers, thighs shaking as you do. He fucks you slowly through your orgasm, helping you ride it out, until heâs slowing, leaning up to prsss sweet kisses to your face.Â
âIâm going to pull them out slowly,â he murmurs, your eyes still fluttered shut, but they slowly open to watch him ease his fingers from you. Soft pants leave your lips as you watch him with lidded eyes lick his fingers sticky with your release clean.Â
âAre you okay?â Heâs murmuring, as he moves up to lean over your face, and youâre nodding, âlet me clean you up and we can sleep, ok?â heâs moving to get off the bed, but you grab his hand, and he tilts his head.Â
âWhat about you?â You mumble, frowning, eyes flickering to the tent in his pants with a shy gaze, âI want toââÂ
âItâs okay, letâs just take it easy today,â heâs smiling, fingers finding yours and squeezing, pressing his lips to your knuckles, âyou look like youâre about to pass out,â and youâre pouting all the same, but you seem to relent as the exhaustion sets in once again at your words, âIâll be right back,â and he retreats to his bathroom to wet a washcloth, only to come back to you fast asleep.Â
He chuckles at the sight of you sprawled out on his bed â a sight not uncommon to him on nights you spent over, but never like this before. He leans on the bed carefully, mattress creaking ever so slightly under his weight, as he begins to clean you gently â and luckily, you donât wake by the time heâs done. He canât put your jeans or underwear on so he opts to grab a pair of his freshly washed shorts and slides them on you. He adjusts the blanket, draping it over you, running his fingers through your hair to tuck it behind your ear, and the back of his knuckles over your cheek.Â
âYuji,â you mumble in your sleep, and he bites his lip â as he returns to his bathroom, softly shutting the bedroom door and the bathroom door behind him, a glaring problem to deal with, as he is still nearly waddling at this point from the grazing of his boxers against his aching erection.Â
He undoes his jeans quickly, eyes fluttering as he pushes both down and strips his shirt off before slipping into the shower. The squeak of the shower faucet and the water running hopefully donât wake you â but more importantly, he hopes his moans donât. Â
His dick was rock hard and aching still â there were so many times he nearly came in his pants, and by how drenched his boxers were â maybe he had. But fuck, you were so gorgeous, laid back and spread out for him.Â
His fingers grazed his weeping cock, smearing the precum up and down his length, thumb tracing his slit, as you would. He could see you thumbing his head experimentally, as your eyes flickered up at him, doe eyes, yet glazed over with lust. It wouldnât be long until youâre slowly pumping him, as he does now â from base to tip, teasing his balls all the same. Youâd flick your tongue over the tip, sucking at the dripping precum â wrinkle your nose at the salty taste, but youâd suck at his tip all the same.Â
Heâd look down at you as your hand switches to toying with his balls, as you let his cock slap against your tongue, before letting his length slip past your lips. Your lips would feel so much softer than his hand does right now, jerking himself off, your plush lips and tongue wrapped around his dick. A low groan escapes his lips, as he covers his mouth, hoping you couldnât hear him over the running water. The squelch of his precum and his soft moans would only make him want to repay the favor, making you cum over and over, until you were begging him to stop.Â
Fuck, he was close, by the way his cock twitched in his hand â where would he cum with you? Heâd cum anywhere you wanted â but to cum on your face or chest, the image made him shudder. Your tongue would flick out to clean up some of the cum, andâ
Fuck, he moans your name, as he cums all over his fingers, his release sprayed against the tile of his shower, dripping down and mixing with the water. Heâs panting, as he cleans his hand off in the shower, leaning his head back.Â
What has he gotten himself into? Was it right for him to do this? You didnât know how he felt â and he didnât know if you would ever feel the same. But as he got dressed and crawled into bed beside you, keeping his distance as you slept, he felt you move closer, mumbling his name as you did. He couldnât help but softly smile, running his fingers through his hairâit didnât matter if you never ended up loving him, as long as you knew what you deservedâto be with someone who loved you, as much or even more than he did.Â
He let himself drift off, a loose arm thrown over your middleâheâd let himself have this, if only for now.Â
âOh come on, you couldnât get the ad free version, Fushiguro?â Nobara complains as yet another commercial comes on, as she glares at the black haired vet student, who sat on the floor after she stole his armchair.Â
He only shrugs, bearing little to no reaction, âIf youâre going to complain, then why donât you pay for it?âÂ
Nobara and him begin to bicker ever so slightly, and Yuji chuckles in your ear, âare they more fun to watch then the show?âÂ
The four of you were at your apartment, watching a new season of a TV show you all had started last year. You were sat next to Yuji on the couch, your bodies nearly pressed against each other as you shared the blanket, a little cold from the rain outside.Â
âTheyâre always more entertaining than the show, thatâs why we agree to this,â you whisper back, the proximity of your bodies making your cheeks burn. You turn away, hoping he canât feel or even hear the way your heart was beating down your ribs to burst free. Every time he shifted even slightly, you felt your body react â so conscious of even a twitch of his fingers â you wanted to bury yourself under the blanket.Â
It had been like this since that night.Â
You had woken up to him asleep beside you. Your eyes fluttered open as consciousness slowly crept into focus, sunlight filtering into sight, a small groan leaving your lips. And it wasnât until you tried to reach for your phone you realized the thing beside you wasnât a pillow but a person. Â
Your eyes flew open and you found Yuji still sound asleep beside you. It wasnât unusual for the two of you to sleep on the same bed â especially after a late night where one or the other didnât want to go home â but it was different to wake up entangled with him, especially after the events of the night before came flooding back.Â
And after that, each time you had been around him, you had become more and more conscious of his touch, nervous even, at the simplest of brushes of his fingers. And this? His body pressed against yours, his fingers grazing your thigh nearly, and his soft breath against your ear â god, you were going to lose it.Â
âYou ok?â he murmurs a half an hour later, and the question itself makes you squirm â because no, your hot best friend was pressed against you and making you want to do nothing more than kiss himâÂ
Wait, wait, hot? Your mind stutters at your own thoughts, lagging to comprehend yourself â hot? You wanted to kiss him? You always knew Yuji was hot, he was objectively â especially based on how many of your friends had wanted you to hook them up with him â but you had never thought of him that way. Maybe in passing â but to you, that was the one line you could never cross, especially when you had seen so many friendships fall apart because of a relationship.Â
You never wanted to risk Yuji like that.Â
But then here you were â blurring that line you said you never cross â and letting the ground split underneath the two of you.Â
âIâm fine,â you mumble back â and yet here he was, seemingly unfazed by your proximity and as the minutes ticked by, it began to eat away at you. Did he not find it as meaningful as you did? Did he not feel as good as you? Do you need to touch him just to make him feel just as heartsick as you were?Â
And now you know what you wanted to do.Â
As the show went on, Nobara and Fushiguro fell asleep â Fushiguro asleep with a cushion he had stolen from Nobaraâs armchair and Nobara curled up in said armchair, passed out.Â
âShould we stop the show and go to bed?â Yuji asks you, albeit innocently â but there was anything but innocent intentions in your mind when you shake your head, a smile on your lips.Â
âLetâs keep watching,â your fingers grazes his thigh, as you lean over, lips nearly brushing against his ear, âitâs just getting interesting, right?âÂ
And his breath hitches, âwhatâre youââ and your fingers inches higher, grazing over his already tenting erection, a hiss escapes his lips, as heâs covering his mouth.Â
âShh, donât wake them,â and your fingers are ghosting and teasing over his cock, the precum already starting to seep through the fabric, as he shifts under your touch. Your thumb flicks over his head, now fully hard, âso big already,â you mumble, and now your lips press sweet kisses to his neck, finding small cuts and bruises from his practices, and a gasp escaped his lips.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisââ and your lips find his, and he melts so easily into your touch, your fingers toy with the elastic of his shorts, his eyes flickering to the two sleeping. Heâs pulling away for a breath, lips utterly ruined â his fingers running through his hair, âpleaseââ and your lips curl.Â
Your fingers finally brush against his leaking cock, and his head falls back, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink, lips parted as soft pants left his lips. And youâre nearly shivering yourself at his want â seeping into your own body, as his pants and moans send a wave of heat between your thighs.Â
You rub your thighs together, as you shift even closer somehow, âGotta be quiet Yu â they can hear us after all,â you murmur, right as your thumb swipes over his slit, a yelp caught in his throat, as his hand flies back to lips, âgood boy,â and his dick twitches at the praise, as your finger begins to trace along his veins, âso big, how am I going to fit you inside?â you murmur, biting back a smirk when a muffled groan reaches your ears.Â
Your fingers finally curl around his length, you never thought a cock to be pretty â but Yujiâs was. You stared at it under the covers, flushed a lovely red, too dripping pearly beads of precum, and the slight curve it had to it â made the ache in your cunt only grow.Â
âPlease, baby, I need, pleaseââ heâs whining, âI need youââÂ
And you oblige him, your hand beginning to spread the pre along his length, beginning to stroke him slowly from base to tip. Heâs biting his lip, hard, nearly drawing blood as he chooses to bury his face in the crook of your neck, if only to muffle any moans that fell from his lips.Â
âSâgood for me, Yu, wanna make you feel as good as I did,â his moan vibrates against your skin, cock twitching in your fingers, âgonna move faster, donât want our friends to see you like this, do you? You have to be quiet,â and god, why did only seem to get harder at your words?Â
Your fingers begin to jerk him off in earnest, the wet squelch of his cock nearly not hidden enough by the volume of the TV, but nearly donât care at this point â you just want him to fall apart under your touch, need him to.Â
And oh, heâs so close. His groans are more frequent, his hips jerking against your fist, and when your other hand finds his balls, squeezing â itâs too much.Â
He moans softly, âIâmââ and thatâs all he manages before he spills on your fingers â warm, white spurts splatter against your palm and the blanket, dripping, as he falls back, limp against the sofa. His cock softened in your hand, as you pull it away, before gently wiping him clean with the already drenched blanket.Â
Heâs panting and fucked out, eyes half lidded as his chest rises and falls, watching you lick your fingers clear of his release, gaze never leaving his.Â
âDidnât know youâd taste this goodââ you barely can manage, before heâs leaning forward to kiss you. Your fingers slide against his cheek to cup it, feeling his hand tangle itself in your hair, âYujiââÂ
âWhat was that about?â he murmurs, ânot that Iâm complaining butââ but then Megumi starts to move and you both freeze, your breath catching, until Megumi seemingly falls back asleep, âwe should head to bed, butââÂ
He looks at the blanket, and the mess you made of him and the couch alike.Â
âThe blanket Iâll toss in the washer, the cushion Iâll clean up and just turn overââ and you smile, âand you take a shower before bed,âÂ
His brow still knits together, âbut we havenâtââÂ
âWeâll talk later,â and when later came, Yuji found you fast asleep in bed, with more questions than answers. But he supposed, as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his answers could come later.Â
How long has it been?Â
You stared at your phone â as if you could will it to receive the message youâve been waiting for. As if it would grant your one and only wish for a text or a call â but it didnât. Instead, it only gave you a spam call and a text to let you know you had a discount code for your favorite takeout place.Â
Great.Â
It had been a week since you had heard from Yuji â and a week since that night. You had woken up to the other three gone â gone off to their own apartments after you had slept in and texts on your phone from them in the groupchat. It was a few days before break â before you and Yuji would be heading back home for a few days together. But you hadnât seen him at all since â not a chance to talk, much less seeing him.Â
Was he upset? Was he done with this? Was his promise to stay empty in the end? Was it your fault â for pushing it, for agreeing to it, and for falling for it all the same? Falling for it or â your eyes trace the screen of your phone as if itâs his cheek â or falling for him.Â
No, you rake your fingers through your hair, no, you didnât love him â not like that. Not the way you shouldnât, the way you had sworn yourself never to â but maybe all promises between friends were empty, when they were made like this.Â
But you werenât made to let this break apart.Â
You found yourself at his door after classes, knocking at his door of his apartment. The door opens, and you find Yuji rubbing his eyes, hair askew, and shoulders drooped.Â
âHey,â he yawned, heâs still shaking off the shackles of sleep, âsorry, whatâs up?âÂ
âAre you okay?â Your furrow your brow, your eyes spot the dark bags under his eyes, large enough to nearly engulf his eyes all together, âyou look like you havenât slept in days,â he steps aside to let you in, you glance around, his apartment wasnât usually the cleanest â but it wasnât a wreck like it was now. Clothes scattered, unwashed dishes stacked up, and papers strewn about.Â
âI just havenâtâŚbeen sleepingââ and then you remember.Â
It wasnât about you. It was about him. And you were so wrapped up in yourself, you werenât thinking about him.Â
âYuji, youâre having those nightmares again, arenât you?â You murmur softly, and the way his gaze falls to the ground tells you everything you need to know, âalright, go lay down,âÂ
âWhat?â heâs blinking, but your hand already finds his as you take him to his bedroom, âwhat are youââÂ
âYou lay down. Iâm going to make you dinner, and then youâre going to sleep,â and he sits on the bed reluctantly, fingers against his knees, as he bit his lip.Â
âI canât sleep, I told youââ you cup his cheek, and guide his gaze to yours.Â
âRemember what weâd do when you couldnât sleep after the accident?âÂ
âThis feels ridiculous,â Yuji murmurs into your chest, his head buried there, while your fingers run softly through his pink locks, âweâre not six anymoreââÂ
âSo what? Doesnât mean we canât do this still,â you say, as your fingers pause, âunless you donât want me to,âÂ
âI didnât say that,â he mumbles, and you can hear the blush in his voice that undoubtedly painted his cheeks, âI just meant it feels like Iâm botheringââÂ
âYu, donât make me pinch you,â you murmur, rubbing his head, âyouâre never a bother,â you kiss his head softly without thinking, and soon your cheeks are burning too, âsorry I didnâtââÂ
âWhy are you sorry?â He chuckles, âweâve done a lot more than kiss recently,â and he adds, âespecially you,âÂ
You bite your lip, glad he couldnât see your face like this, âI thought thatâs why you werenât talking to me, I thought you didnât like what I didâŚon the couch, you knowââÂ
âI know,â he chuckles this time, âand how could I not like that?â And you swallow the lump in your throat, as the two of you fall into a comfortable silence that you choose to breach.Â
âYou havenât had these nightmares in a while,â you murmur quietly, before you add, âwe donât have to talkââÂ
âI know, but it happens from time to time, especially this month,â and your brow furrows, âdonât wrinkle your forehead at me,â and you lean back to gape at him, a smile pulling at his lips, âyou always do that when you find out Iâm keeping something from you,âÂ
He moves ever so slightly away, turning to look at the ceiling, âWell I think I have a right because this is a pretty big thing to keep from me, Yu,â you pout, and your fingers begin to absentmindedly trace his jaw, his eyes fluttering shut â you always treated him so gently, like that something that could shatter, but he knew you would always be there to put him back together. Because you did that once already. Over a decade ago, âwhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
Because he didnât want to worry you. Because he didnât want you to think of him still as that broken kid you watched after when he had his world fall apart.Â
Because he didnât want you to take that burden â he wanted to handle it himself.Â
âI didnât want to bother youââÂ
âItâs never a bother when itâs you,â and his voice catches in his throat â fuck, how did you always know just what to say?Â
He takes a breath, âitâs just the same dream. Of the crash,â he could see something so clearly that he never experienced. He was at home with you when the crash happened â a play date Yuji had insisted on when he had cried and begged his parents to stay with you instead of going to dinner with them. They had relented â and that was the thing that left him alone.Â
It was lucky that his grandfather was able to take him in, and stay close by â so he still got to go to school with you.Â
âLetâs try to sleep, ok?â You murmur, âyouâll feel better when you sleep,â you cup his cheek, and heâs biting his lip, âwhat is it?âÂ
âWhat if I see it again?â He whispers, as if heâs afraid that his words were any louder he would speak it into existence.Â
âCome here,â you say softly, your fingers gently guide his head to face you, âIâll keep you safe, I promise,â A sigh leaves his lips as he moves closer, letting you engulf him in your arms, his eyes shutting, and letting himself relax for a moment â the first moment in far too many days.Â
When he let himself slip into sleepâs embraceâit was the first night he didnât dream of the crash â he dreamt of you. Â
And when he woke in your arms in the morning, your soft lips parted as you slept, sunlight dappled on your skin through his window, and the way your fingers held onto the fabric of his shirt â he knew, he knew he had to tell you how he felt.Â
He needed to end this â his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear â if only to begin something new.Â
You had to end it â it hadnât sunk in until the car drove back home. The quiet morning drive left you both in a comfortable silence, the quiet white noise of his playlist, along with Yujiâs terrible singalongs and your bickering over his music choice. And you found yourself more than once staring at him as he drove, to the point where he had caught you looking.Â
âWhat?â He tilts his head when the light turned red, fingers drumming on the steering, the other poking your side.Â
âNothing,â and youâre playfully slapping his hand away, a smile on your lips â same smile you always had with him. Alwaysâbecause heâs your best friend. But he was so much more than that.Â
You were in love.Â
The two of you had returned to the place where you had laid your roots to rest and let your seed scatter to the wind. Only to return as a different flower altogether â but you knew, you couldnât let it go on.Â
It had become painfully clear that morning, you had woken first, the sun had not peaked over the horizon yet, and you found Yuji fast asleep â breaths even and face relaxed. You knew his parents had scarred him deeply â he spoke of them often, but not at all at â he mentioned their presence, but never his own feelings. You knew he had a habit of putting others above himself â but you had missed this â all of this week, you could have been there for him, but you were caught up in your own thoughts and you had made it all about yourself.Â
And he deserved more than that.Â
He deserved more than you.Â
And you couldnât risk losing him â lose him in a stupid argument or a disagreement and then never be able to comfort him again? Never be able to be by his side? You couldnât bear to even fathom that.Â
âNanamin was asking about you,â Yuji says as the two of you walk home from the local convenience store â a late night run that produced a familiar bag of treats the two of you always shared when you came back home.Â
âOh really? Are classes over for high school already?â The English literature teacher had taken Yuji in for his last year and half of high school after his grandfather passed, and Yuji always stayed with him on breaks.Â
âHe asked if you were going to come with us to see my parents tomorrow morning,â it was a tradition to go visit Yujiâs parents graves each year around this time â you always paid your respects whenever you could, âhe also said youâre free to stay over, but you have to sleep in a different bedroom,â you snort, âhe said and I quote âwe are past the age of sharing a room,ââ You laugh, cheeks burning as you shake your head, âheâs not exactly wrong though,â his fingers graze yours, and thereâs nothing more you want than to take his hand, but you know one way or another, youâd drop it in the end. Wouldnât it be better now? When there isnât far to fall?Â
So you do, letting your hand fall away from his.Â
âIâd be happy to see your parents, but I donât know if staying over is a good ideaââ and heâs shaking his head with a chuckle in his throat.Â
âDonât worry, I wonât do anything you donât want toââÂ
âWe should stop, Yuji,â and his smile slips off his face as if it was slapped off, he blinks, shock settling into confusion.Â
âWhy?â Only one word and it manages to break you all the same.Â
âWe just shouldnât. This was supposed to be about teaching me, but i think Iâve learned enough,â youâre turning away, but his fingers are gently finding your wrist, âYujiââÂ
âYou donât think I canât tell when youâre lying?â Yuji asks, and your glass-like facade shatters so easily â why does it always have to break so readily when it comes to him?Â
But you pull away all the same, âI canât do this anymore. Not like this. I donât want to. I canât lose youââÂ
âYou wonât lose meââ but youâre already walking off, sparing a glance back.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow morning when we leave, Yuji,â and heâs opening his mouth to call out, but he stops himself, watching you disappear up the street.Â
What just happened?Â
The car ride to the cemetery is notably silent. Yujiâs eyes burned when he woke, head aching from the circles he ran around in last night, trying to figure out what happened. Nanami drives in the quiet, his eyes noting when Yuji chooses to sit passenger instead of beside you, only with one glance thatâs averted after Yuji refuses to meet it.Â
Yuji didnât know what to make of what you said. After everything, he thought maybe â just maybe, you felt the same as he did. He thought he could tell you tomorrow, tell you when the two of you were alone â and even if it didnât work out, it would be okay.Â
But now â as his eyes stole a look at you in the rear view mirror, he wondered if it ever would be okay again.Â
You left the car a moment to go use the bathroom when they stopped to fill gas in the car, and thatâs when Nanami speaks.Â
âSo did you finally ask her out and she said no?â And Yujiâs head snaps to his, but Nanami only stares back, âyou arenât hard to read, Itadori. Youâve liked her for a long time,âÂ
Yuji scratches the back of his head, âI did something, kinda stupid,â and Nanami tilts his head, âreally stupid, ok? And I was going to tell her how I felt, but she broke off what we were doingââÂ
âYou werenât dating?â Yujiâs cheeks burn as he waves off his teacher.Â
âThatâs not important! But what do I do, Nanamin?â the blond haired teacher raised an eyebrow.Â
âItâs not hard to know what to do, Itadori. Itâs what you should have done. Tell her how you feel,â and then youâre walking back to the car, âcome on, letâs get back. Weâre close now.âÂ
And your gaze avoids his own when Yuji watches you get back in the car, and his lips part as if to stop you â but he doesnât.Â
Not yet.Â
You stood with Yuji as he tended to his parentsâ graves. Simple stones that he was able to put in with time from his part time jobs, ones he had insisted he would pay for himself â refusing any help from anyone, even you. You knelt down, helping him clear the strewn dead leaves, brushing away dirt and snow â your fingers brushing when you both reach for the same place.Â
And your eyes meet, as both of your fingers intertwine slowly â the three of you pay your respects, and Nanami finally stands.Â
âIâll wait for you two at the car,â Nanami says with a nod, leaving the two of you alone. You both already had placed offerings at their graves, arranging them slowly, as the two of you stand, the silence of the cemetery hanging overhead â light streaming in between clouds in the overcast sky, the sounds of the wind rustling the trees the only thing in the quiet.Â
âThank you for coming,â Yuji says softly, and your blink, eyes sliding to his.Â
âYou never have to thank me for that, Yuji,â you squeeze his hand, âas long as you want me to come, Iâll always be here. And Iâll always pay my respects to your parents, regardless of that,â you say, and that's exactly why you had to stop with him. You couldnât bear to lose him â lose this, not when heâs lost too much and he was too much for you to lose, âcome on, we should get back to the car,â as you pull your hand away from his.Â
And maybe things could get back to normal.Â
âI know,â and he doesnât move as you turn to leave, âand thatâs why I love you,âÂ
And you smile, âI love you tooââÂ
âI donât mean it like that,â and you freeze a moment, his words barely processing before he continues to speak, âI mean I do love you in that way too â but thatâs not how I meant it now,â he says, as you turn to face him â not finding a hint of humor on his expression.Â
âYujiââ your brain can barely process your best friend confessing to you â much less next to his parentsâ gravesâ âshould we be having this conversationââÂ
âItâs the perfect place to have this conversation,â he glances around at all of the graves, and heâs shaking his head, âmaybe not the perfect place, butââ his gaze softens when he finds yours, âyou saved me,âÂ
âYujiââÂ
âNo, you did. After my parents died,â he stares at the stones side by side â âI could barely function. I barely wanted to do anything but sleep â but you, you pulled me out of bed. You made me go places. You made me smile again,â he says, âbut thatâs not the reason I fell in love with you,â his lips curl into a soft smile, âitâs because itâs you â your smile, your laugh, your being â it reminded me of happiness existed, and then I realized you were the only person who could make me happy the way you do,âÂ
âYujiââÂ
âItâs okay if you donât feel the same. But I donât want to lose you, lose this chance to tell you how I feel, to tell youââÂ
âYujiââÂ
âAnd Iâve always loved you â thereâs never beenââ and youâre hugging him, before you even know you are, your arms are around his middle, face buried in his chest, as he murmurs your name.Â
âThe only reason I broke it off was,â your voice wavers despite your efforts to force it to stay even, âI didnât to lose you by not being good enoughââÂ
âYou just have to be you,â his brow furrowed into the same valleys he teased you for, âyouâre all I need,â his hand finds your cheek, guiding your gaze to his, âhow could you think you werenât enough?â
âYou donât tell how you feel sometimes â you donât tell me what youâre thinking, I didnât even know you had nightmaresââ you break off, âwhat if we continued this and you realized you deserved better than me? And it was already too late for me because I loveââ you break off.Â
âYou what?â he asks, and youâre biting your lip, âIâll say it again if it will make youââÂ
Fuck it.Â
You lean up and press your lips to his, swallowing his words as your hand finds purchase on his shoulder. And it felt right. As it always did with Yuji.Â
âI love you too,â you whisper against his lips, âI love you, in the same way you do,âÂ
âAs a friend?â And your brow furrows, âkidding! Kiddingâow!â Youâre smacking him playfully, before he catches both of your wrists and pulls you close, âdoes that mean I can call you mine?âÂ
âOr baby,â and he flushes, a cute pout on his lips, âwhat? Isnât itââ and heâs kissing you again, your heart leaping as he does, his hands sliding around your hips, âYu-âÂ
âAnd whatâs my pet name? You still havenât given me oneââÂ
âHave some decorum,â a voice cuts through, and the two of you jump apart, as Nanami stands, glaring at the two of you, âcome on, if youâre done paying your respects, then we should go home,â he sighs, rubbing his temples, âthe dead shouldnât have to put up with this.âÂ
Yujiâs cheeks are tomato red at this point â as he covers his faceâ but you only chuckle, your fingers intertwining with his, squeezing, âcâmon letâs go, and maybe I can give you a pet name when we get home,â and you both turn to face his parents, as you pay your respects and head down the path a little.Â
Yuji faces his parents, kneeling down to say goodbye again â and he remembers how it was their idea to set up Yuji to have a playdate with you, all those years ago. And now, here you were â the most important person in his life.Â
âThank you for everything you did for me,â and he glances at you over his shoulder as he gets up, âespecially for helping me find her.âÂ
âYu-jiââ you gasp, as heâs tugging you into your bedroom, bumping himself carelessly into the wall as he guides you both to your bedroom. You giggle as he presses you against the wall outside your room, âI text you my parents are going out for dinner and this is how you greet me? What happened to helloââÂ
His lips crash against yours and you forget about âhelloâ and just about every other word in your head. Your lips curl against his lips, as his body cages you against the wall. It had been a few days since you and Yuji had been able to have a moment aloneâNanami was watching you both cautiously, while your parents had been keeping you busy at home, seeing family or cleaning up around the house. And Yuji was growing increasingly desperate for some time with you â that wasnât hidden brushes of fingers under the table or stolen kisses out of sight from family or friends.Â
âI missed you so much, baby,â heâs murmuring â and you didnât know it was so possible to look like a kicked puppy so much until you met Yuji, âcanât believe Nanami was so mean and kept making us keep the door openââÂ
âIt didnât help that he walked in us making out on your bed three timesââ and a moan escapes your lips as he kisses your neck, teeth grazing against your racing pulse, âfuck, YuââÂ
âHow do you always taste so good?â he mumbles against you as he leads you inside your bedroom and shuts the door. His eyes glance around your childhood room, as he takes in the childhood posters plastered on the walls, the untouched books, the stuffed animals from a millennium ago that still lined your bed.Â
âMy family has not changed much here for years,â your cheeks burn, as he only chuckles, walking you backwards into your bed, and you climb into the bed, only grabbing a stuffed animal from behind you, âremember this?âÂ
He snorts, as he takes the stuffed penguin from your hands, âHow could I forget? I tried a million times to win this,âÂ
You tilt your head, âYou said you won it your first tryââ and you gasp as he looks away, cheeks flushed, âyou were trying to impress me,âÂ
âNot that much,â and youâre leaning closer, brushing your lips against his, âmaybe just a little,â you kiss him more insistently this time, sliding against his, fingers curling in his soft strands, âmaybe too much,â and you smirk, noses bumping as your lips find each otherâs again and again.Â
And your fingers slide down to drag his shirt up and over, freeing his chest and abs to your sight â and what a sight it is. So toned and tanned from his American football practices in the sun â perfect for your fingers and lips to explore the peaks and valleys of his body, hands already far too eager.
He returns the favor by lifting your own shirt off in an instant, groaning when he finds you wearing nothing underneath â your eyes canât help but flit down and find his erection already tenting in his sweatpants.Â
âFuck, baby, youâre so perfect,â his eager hands are already teasing and palming you breasts, a whimper drawn out by his precise pinches and touches, âso good for me,â and your hands drag down his chest, leaning down to press kisses to his chest as your fingers trace along his abs, making him groan.Â
Heâs pouting, after he pulls you into another kiss, âitâs not fair,â he mumbles into the side of your neck, âI feel like Iâm always the one whoâs more nervous than you are,âÂ
You chuckle, kissing his jaw, âI felt the same way, why do you think I touched you on our TV marathon that night?âÂ
And heâs blinking, as you lay back on the bed for him, âyou didnât knowââ you shake your head.Â
âYou had offered to help get experience, and even when we had done things, you were just soâŚnormal,â he chuckles, before laying beside you.Â
âI had some practice acting normal around you, but I really didnât. I think you nearly gave me a heart attack that night,â and you grin, drawing so close that you even feel the hitch of his breath.Â
âThat good, huh?â You tease, and it only takes a moment until heâs hovering over you, lust pooled in his gaze that lights a fire on your body wherever it lays.Â
And his lips meet yours right after he whispers, âIâll show you good.âÂ
âOne more, baby,â Yuji tells you, but you barely hear it through the haze of pleasure and heat that fills the room, along with the sounds of the squelch of his fingers in your tight cunt, âjust need one more,âÂ
And how many times had he made you orgasm already? Youâd lost count â five or six at least. The first had taken some time, working his finger into your weeping slit, the way your walls stretch around him make you wonder how good it will feel when he fucks you. Itâs not long before heâs sinking another finger in, the sounds and feelings of his digits curling is enough to bring you to orgasm. And the rest are a blur â another finger in your tight entrance, fucking you open as he toyed with your walls, until you came again and again.Â
And now he bent down, lips around your clit, teasing and sucking at the sensitive bud, as your fingers curled in his pink locks as the lewd moans fell from your mouth with ease. Youâre so close â so fucking close, and when his fingertips brush against that spot and itâs all too much.Â
You cum around his fingers and mouth, his name on your lips as you do, back arching against him, as he eases his fingers from your cunt. He licks his fingers clean as your eyes flutter open to meet his, âYou taste so good, baby â youâre perfect,â and you watch as his tongue flicks out to clean his lips and chin of your sticky release.Â
And soon enough heâs kissing you, hand cupping your cheek, letting you taste yourself on his lips, as your fingers drag over his bare chest and follow his happy trail into the elastic of his boxers. A soft moan leaves his kiss ruined lips, as his eyes are lidded with lust, soft pants against your skin.Â
âIs this a dream?â Yuji murmurs, his lips ghosting along your jaw, ânever thought we would get here,â and you turn your head to meet his lips in another sweet kiss.Â
âIt isnât, weâre here. Took us long enough,â your lips curl, your fingers tracing over his cheek, âand nowhere else I rather be â or no one else I rather be with,âÂ
âYou sure?â And youâve flipped him over, kissing down his body, fingers tugging at the elastic of his boxers until his dick is freed from the fabric, âfuck, baby, you donât haveââÂ
And his words are cut off with a grunt as your fingers grazes his erection, teasing his weeping head. You start to pump up and down, working the thick beads of precum over his length, his head falling back.Â
âHowâs your cock so pretty, Yu?â you coo, blowing air over his dick, making him twitch in your hand, ânever thought one of these would ever be so pretty,â you let his length slap against your tongue, slowly dragging it down yourÂ
He hisses, hands grasping at the sheets, as you bend down to flick his tongue against the head of his cock. Your lips close around it, and suck, raising the back of his hand to cover his mouth, âfuck, sâgood, baby, IââÂ
And youâre letting his cock sink past your lips, your tongue flicking against his slit. Your eyes find his own, as you hollow out your cheeks and sucking hard, and his hips buck into your mouth. His tip brushes against your throat, and youâre moaning around him, your fingers cup his balls, nails digging into your scalp.Â
âBaby, fuck, Iâm closeâwhereââ and heâs trying to ease you off, but your hands only hold his hips in place. Your nose brushing against his pubes. And when youâre suck hard on his tip, toying with his sack, only for him to moan your name, before cumming down your throat, his hot release painting your insides.Â
Youâre slowly pulling off his dick, a string of cum and spit connecting your lips to his cock, a smile on your face. You swallow his release, the salty taste still on your lips as you watch him pant, chest rising and falling.Â
âTaste so good, Yu,â you murmur, and youâre moving back up to kiss him, âthink Iâm addicted,â you murmur, as your lips find each other again and again.Â
âNow you know how I feel,â he smiles, fingers running through your hair, âbeen addicted to you for over a decade,â and heâs sitting up, guiding you into his lap slowly, âwe can always stop right here, we donât haveââÂ
You kiss him softly, the way he deserved, the way youâve wanted to for so long, âI want to, Yuji, I really want to,â your fingers intertwine with his, squeezing his hand, his arm slipping around your waist, âbecause I love you,âÂ
And your fingers grasp his hardening cock, pressing it to your dripping slit, and god, heâs so fucking big. You knew how big he was, but just feeling him pressed against you makes you ache at how heâll be stretching you out. He drags his dripping tip against your slit, letting your cum mix together, letting his head catch on your clit.Â
Finally, youâre sinking onto him, his thick length parting your walls, inch by inch. Your head falls back, as he leans into your touch, watching you flinch at the stretch, âyou okay?â Yujiâs pressing sweet kisses to your lips and cheek, âshould I stopââÂ
âNo, no, Iâm fine, itâs starting to feel good,â your arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck, â and heâs helping you sink into him, until finally your hips are flush to his, âfuck, Yuâyouâre so deepââ his cock twitches against your walls, a shiver up his spine at your words.Â
And heâs panting, his lips pressed to your shoulder, âyou feel sâgood, baby â so wet and warmââ you smile, cupping his cheek, âcanât believe this is real â canât believeââÂ
âItâs real, Yuji, itâs real,â your lips curl into a smile, âIâm here, I love you,âÂ
âI love you too, I love you so much,â he kisses you again and again, as he shifts slowly under you, swallowing a gasp that leaves your lips.Â
âPlease, Yuji, moveââ and he obliges, beginning to fuck into you, and your head falls back, as his cock rocks into you, a moan falling from your lips as you do. Heâs groaning your name again and again, a grunt when you begin to ride him in tandem, both of your thrusts sending him deeper into you.Â
âBaby, fuck, youâre perfect. Youâre so good fâme,â his lips finding your neck, as his strokes become faster and deeper, the sounds of your skin slapping together rings in your ears as he fucks you harder and harder, âgânna cum, sâclose,âÂ
âIâm close too,â youâre panting as his lips find yours in a sloppy, messy kiss that has you losing yourself more and more, as his thrusts become more and more swallow. And when he finds your clit between your bodies, rubbing as he finds that one spot that has you seeing stars, âYuji- IâmââÂ
And you cum hard around him, soaking his cock and thighs as you do, walls squeezing him tight until heâs spilling his warm seed inside you. You slow as you do, legs quivering, as you nearly slump against him and he holds you impossibly closer. He helps you both detangle, easing his softening cock from inside you, a small groan as he sees your mixed releases leaking from you. He helps you lie back, as he wraps his arms around you, running his fingers through your hair.Â
âAre you okay?â he whispers, brow furrowed in slight worry as your eyes flutter open, lips curling as your fingers smooth the wrinkles of his forehead.Â
âIâd be better if youâd kiss me,â you whisper and he obliges, a soft kiss to your lips that leaves you warmer than you were before, ânow Iâm perfect,âÂ
âYou always were,â and you chuckle, rolling your eyes, before shaking your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck.Â
âNo, thatâs because I had an excellent teacher,â and he laughs, before he pulls you even closer, finding your lips in a kiss.Â
âAnd you always will.âÂ
âCome on, Fushiguro, pay up,â Nobara holds out her hand, as Megumi glares, pulling out his wallet and plucking money from his wallet and handing it to her.Â
âYou cheated,â he says as she snatches the money, counting it with a grin on her lips, âI donât know what you did, but I know you did,âÂ
âYou never said we couldnât give them advice,â she grins, as she pockets his money, âand all I did was give Yuji a nudge, heâs the one who fuckedââÂ
âAlright,â Megumi rubs his temples, âI get it, but itâs still unfair â weâve been waiting for them to get together all these years and all of sudden he gets the idea to become her friends with benefitsââ and Nobara only grins wider, âyou didnâtââÂ
She shrugs, âyou can wait around for two idiots to figure it out, or you can shove them off the deep end.âÂ
âI knew you cheated,â Megumi grumbles, âthatâs the last time I ever make a bet with you, Kugisaki,âÂ
And she smirks, âWell now youâve been taught a lesson too.âÂ
⧠a/n: another celebration fic done! now just one more and then i can start preparing for the next follower celebration :). i've settled on using wips but i'll pick out a bunch of prompts for you all to request for certain ones. that way, you all have had a hand in them <3. thank you to laney for helping beta <3.
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MORE WADE AND LOGAN PLSSSSS CAN WE GET THEM (POLY) DATING A SHORT READER HCS??? TYYYY
Short! S/O - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson
Pairing: Logan Howlett x short! gn! reader x Wade Wilson
Genre: fluff
CW: poly relationship, teasing, short jokes, Logan picks us up, protective boys, size diff
| Ryan Reynolds & Hugh Jackman are both 6â2 so I am gonna go off of that (i know Logan is short in the comics but just let me dream pls :,) |
YES YES OF COURSE!!! thereâs almost nothing I love more than writing a short/small reader cause I myself am not short :,) but itâs nice to pretend. god both of them are so tall I just wanna stand between them & feel safe ^^ thank you so much for the req!!
theyâre such bullies iâm so sorry
expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade)Â
and expect them to parry anything you say with âyouâre shortâ (mostly Logan)
you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it
standing in line? Loganâs leaning his arm on your shoulder.Â
at a party? Wadeâs propping himself up on the top of your headÂ
Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunityÂ
if youâre being a brat, he wonât hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you
whether thatâs him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personalÂ
as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he canât help himselfâheâll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of themÂ
theyâre such teases theyâll talk about you like youâre not completely stuck between them
ânice weather weâre having, hey?â
âoh yeah, real nice bubâ
theyâll keep chatting until youâre whining and pushing against them to just get outÂ
Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggleÂ
and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone chargerÂ
theyâll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly theyâre racing to get it down for youÂ
these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar
one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when theyâre not physically with you, theyâre watching you too)Â
and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you
on especially hard days, your size is just what they needÂ
coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world
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#deadpool headcanons#deadpool x wolverine#deadpool x reader#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine Headcanons#Wade Wilson#Wade Wilson x reader#Wade Wilson x you#logan Howlett#logan Howlett x you#logan Howlett x reader#deadpool x y/n#marvel x reader#marvel headcanons
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đđ synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.
tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called âprincess, babyâ. inspired by this ask.
âand and and, his smile âs just so beautiful,â you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoruâs lap. youâre both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering youâwith no regards for the world thatâs continuing its cycle outside.
satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. heâs so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, âyeah? what else?â
you giggle as he indulges you. itâs a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like youâre not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.
âaaaand, heâs caring. thatâs the one thing i love most about him,â you continue to ramble about your little âcrushâ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.
the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man canât deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.
when he thinks youâve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. âcaring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,â satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomachâfingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.
âhe does,â you nod in agreement, âhe treats me so well. i donât know how i got so lucky to have met him.â you squirm a little as you feel satoruâs slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. youâre spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.
satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if itâs reality heâs in. if it isnât another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.
it feels good to know that heâs wanted. needed.
âno, i think he is the lucky one,â satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, âhaving a pretty girl like you love him so dearly⌠yeah, heâs won the lottery.â
your heart skips a beat. satoruâs words leave you speechless. you donât know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his wordsâitâs all too much.
you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoruâs breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.
âmmh,â satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. heâs glad heâs met you and heâs glad he made you his wife two years back. youâre the only one for him. death wonât do you apartânoâhe promised you on your wedding day that it wouldnât.
you kiss him like itâs your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people whoâve warned you about the âhoneymoon phaseâ are clearly all wrong. they arenât aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. youâre inseparable.
âi love you,â you sigh against satoruâs glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.
somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. thatâs all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, âi love you too, my angel.â
nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#jjk x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#gojo fluff
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HEAVY METAL LOVER!
pair: logan howlett x bartender!reader wc: 4.2k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, drinking, swearing, motorcycle rides, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering (fem!receiving), creampie, wolverine's hairy tits, the claws show up ofc, porn with plot, no use of y/n. authorâs note: watched deadpool & wolverine twice in theaters, started rewatching the x-men movies, pondered many different thoughts, sat down and wrote this. i need him to breed me. title from lady gaga's 'heavy metal lover' cause it's literally his song.
the wolverine is a regular at your barâŚ
You're shining glasses behind the bar when you hear it, the gruff sound of Loganâs voice turning away yet another girl that worked up the courage to come up to him. Itâs his third rejection of the night, not that you were counting.
You were, you always do. You pay more attention to that side of the bar than you normally would when heâs here, which is nearly everyday for the past three weeks. He's not like any of your other regulars. He's almost always alone, and he never talks to you except when he calls for another drink.Â
The only reason you even know his real name at all is because Wade told you one of the nights he tagged along, leaning his elbows on the bar to whisper over the sugared rim of his "PiĂąa Colada. Extra creamy please, you know how I like it..." like he was telling you a secret.
"Don't let him hurt your feels honey bunch. That's just classic Logan for you, a man of few words. Huge case of blue balls by the way."Â
You remember the way he let the obvious innuendo hang in the air, the knowing look he gave you as he spun the little paper umbrella floating in his drink. You didnât think you were being that obvious, that someone as socially inept as Wade was able to pick up on the way your eyes would linger a little too long on the broad width of Loganâs shoulders, on the way his arms would strain against the fabric of his flannels.Â
Youâd seen him on the news, thick corded muscles all wrapped in blue and yellow leather. It haunted you for days, playing in your mind on a constant loop of sweaty biceps until you finally gave in and pulled out your favorite vibrator.Â
Even with that, thereâs just something about the jeans and flannels he wears outside of the suit that make you want to jump over the bar and drop down to your knees right in front of him. Your mouth open wide and waiting.
The dull âthunkâ of Logan placing his empty glass on the bartop grabs your attention, two quick raps of his knuckles against the wood ripping you from your thoughts. âAnother,â he says briskly, not looking away from the peeling backsplash on the wall behind you.
You usually snapped at men whoâd bark orders at you, but The Wolverine isnât just any man. He's certainly the only man you'd ever take orders from willingly, happily.
You grin, tossing your towel over your shoulder as you grab the whiskey bottle off the shelf and slide over to him, tipping the amber colored bottle over to start refilling his glass. âThatâs the third one tonight,â you say casually, casting your eyes over his shoulder to the girl from before retreating back to her friends. âI take it you donât come here looking for company?â
Loganâs eyes flick to yours, itâs the first time heâs looked at you all night. You look back, lips pulled into a small smile as more whiskey than youâd usually pour splashes against the sides of his glass. The music playing from the speakers fades into a dull hum around you.
He holds your gaze for a second longer, a flash of something you can't quite read passing through his eyes before heâs looking away again. âNot the kind youâre thinking of,â he replies, his voice a low rumble that has something warm zinging up your spine.
You set the bottle down next to him, brow piqued in curiosity. âAnd what kind is that?â
He doesn't respond right away, just raises the now full glass to his lips to take a slow sip. You almost think heâs going to ignore you again, but then he speaks, âYou ask everyone that comes in here personal questions, bub?âÂ
Thereâs the barest hint of amusement lacing his words that has you biting your bottom lip to try and contain the absolute giddiness blooming in your chest. Itâs not much, but itâs more than heâs ever given you before. Encouraged, you step in a little closer, hoping to draw him out further.
âOnly the ones with their asses practically fused to my stools,â you shrug, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. âSo what is it, you got some poor wife you leave at home every time you come here? Because the âtall, dark, and kind of morally ambiguousâ thing is obviously working for you.â
Logan turns his eyes to you again, his brow raised in amusement. Youâre close enough that you can see the way his lips turn up at the corners. He seems to consider your question, gaze slowly trailing along your face before flicking back to your eyes. "No wife," he replies, the words slow and deliberate. "No home to leave her at either.â
His response hangs in the air between you, heavier than you anticipated. You let out a soft breath, lips parting ever so slightly. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze settling over you, leaving your whole body warm and tingly. The heat swirling deep in your gut slipping down to pool wet and sticky in your panties. Loganâs eyes blink shut for just a second, the bridge of his nose twitching lightly.
You almost canât believe this is really happening, that the angry guy at the end of your bar youâve seen turn away pretty girl after pretty girl is flirting with you. It makes you feel dizzy with power, like you could do anything, but itâs also one of the most intimidating things youâve ever experienced. You didnât realize what it meant to be the center of Loganâs attention until now, but you refuse to back down.
 He gives an inch, so you take a mile.
Your grin widens as you lean your elbows on the bar, resting your chin on the heels of your hands. Logan doesnât react to you invading his space, just keeps his eyes on you with a passive look on his face, but you donât miss the way his gaze darts down to the low cut of your top.
âSoâŚâ you say slowly, voice dipping into a softer more intimate tone, âthat means youâre free later tonight?â You tilt your head to the side coyly, allowing your hair to cascade over your shoulder, the movement drawing his gaze.
Loganâs eyes widen the tiniest bit, a surprised huff leaving his lips. He raises his glass, taking another long drink. Your eyes trace the sharp line of his jaw to where his adamâs apple bobs enticingly as he swallows. Your lips tingle with the need to mark up the tan column of his throat, to sink your teeth in the skin there, to taste.
The neckline of his undershirt dips low enough that you can see the dark hair scattered across his chest, dog tags dangling from a chain around his neck to sit in the center.
You drag your eyes back up to his face, flushing when you see that he's already looking at you over the rim of his drink. He sets his half drained glass down, a skeptical look on his face. âHow old are you, kid?â
You shake your head with a soft laugh, dropping your palms to lay flat on the bartop. If that makes your top dip a little lower to flash more of your cleavage in Loganâs eyeline, then thatâs just a bonus. âOld enough to be here,â you reply after a short pause, gazing up at him from under your lashes, âOld enough to know what I want.â
Loganâs eyes darken, the warm brown of them seeming deeper and even more intense than before. The dim overhead lights cast shadows across his rugged features, highlighting the scruff on his jaw. You canât help but imagine the rough scratch of it brushing up against your inner thighs.
Logan pushes his glass away, leaning in with a soft grunt, his eyes drop to your lips. You suck in a shocked breath, your whole body lighting up at being so close to him. Your heart is racing in your chest, a quick ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum that echoes in your ears.
His lips turn up in a sly grin, the sharp canines of his teeth on display. âIs that so?â He asks, voice going all husky like gravel and honey. He meets your eyes and you swear you can see the sparks going off in the air between you, everything else in the bar completely fizzling out as his breath mingles with yours. âCareful what you wish for,â he says, his voice a low rumble that makes your knees weak. âYou might just get it.â
Your lips curve into a mischievous smile, the heat between you palpable. âIâm counting on it,â you reply, your voice dripping with promise. It takes everything in you to straighten up and pull away from Logan, stepping back with the forgotten bottle in your hand. âMy shift ends at eleven,â you say with a small shrug, jerking your head to a door across the room, âstaff leaves through the alley door.âÂ
Itâs a clear invitation, one that Logan easily picks up on. His hungry gaze follows every move you make as you shelf the whiskey.
Before he can say anything, someone calls you from across the bar, shaking their empty glass impatiently. You throw him one last smile over your shoulder, mouthing âelevenâ again with a quick nod of your head. You arenât sure if itâs supposed to reassure you or him.
Logan smirks nonetheless, standing from the bar before draining the rest of his drink and throwing a few bills down. The air crackles as you watch him make his way towards the exit, eyes lingering on the way his jeans hug the thick muscles of his legs before someone is snapping their fingers at you to serve them.
The rest of your shift drags by, but the excitement and hope swirling in your stomach doesnât fade. Youâre practically thrumming with excitement by the time eleven rolls around, anticipation coursing through your veins as you clock out and grab your bag from your locker.
You pull the door to the alley open, the heavy metal creaking with the swing. The gravel crunches under your shoes as you step outside, eyes eagerly searching the space in search of Logan. The light mounted above the door shines around you, but you donât see him anywhere.Â
Just as disappointment starts to settle in your chest, you hear a loud rumble coming from the down the street. A bright light shines across the road as it gets closer and closer until thereâs a motorcycle pulled up against the alleyâs opening.
Logan kicks the bikeâs stand down, leaning over to hold out a helmet in offering. âYou coming or not?â he calls out, voice deep and teasing, âIâm not known for my patience.â
You canât help but laugh, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness bubbling up inside you. With a confident stride, you walk toward him, the loud growl of the bike reverberates through your body like thunder with every step. âYouâre just full of surprises tonight, arenât you?âÂ
You take the helmet from his hand, but he doesn't let go right away, making your fingers brush against his in a way that sends a shiver up your arm. You meet his gaze, the smirk on his lips matching the dangerous glint in his eyes.
He drops his hand down to the bikeâs handle, jerking his head back to the empty space behind him. âHop on.â
You straddle the bike, the leather seat warm from the rumbling engine beneath you. You give Logan your address as you slip the helmet on. His body is warm and solid against your front, you canât help but press a little closer, your hands falling to rest on his waist. The leather of his jacket is smooth under your fingertips.
Logan turns his head to the side, the street lights shine along the side of his face in a warm yellow glow. âHang on,â he says, voice barely audible over the roar of the bikeâs engine starting up.
The sudden rush of wind as he pulls off paired with the thrillingly intense vibration of the engine revving under you is exhilarating. You wrap your arms tight around his waist, fingers digging in slightly as you lean into the curve of his body.Â
The city blurs into a whirlwind of colorful lights as Logan navigates the streets with a confident ease. The cool night air whips past you, every turn and acceleration pumping more adrenaline through your veins. You cling to Loganâs waist like itâs a lifelineâ thereâs a sense of freedom and excitement that comes with being on the bike, but you think the real thrill is being pressed against him like this, feeling the power of his strength under you.
The ride seems like it takes both hours and seconds all at once when Logan pulls up to your house's gate. He kills the engine, the sudden silence a stark contrast from the roaring bike. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulse thumping as you slide the helmet off.
Logan takes it from your hands, eyes scanning over your house. âNice place,â he comments casually, swinging his leg over the bike to stand next to you.Â
"Thanks," you say, your voice a tad breathless. You canât help but feel a little self-conscious as you dig for your keys in your bag, nerves finally starting to set in. The air is cold against your flushed skin, and youâre hyper aware of Loganâs presence behind you as you unlock the gate and push it open.
He doesnât touch you as the two of you walk up the steps to your house, infuriatingly keeping his distance with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans.
Your legs shake with every step, you canât tell if itâs left over adrenaline from the ride or the building anticipation for the ride you know is waiting for you beyond your front door. Your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, opening the door and stepping into the darkness of your living room.Â
Youâre barely a foot inside before a pair of strong hands pull you backwards, getting whirled around by your waist until your back hits your closed front door mute thud. You donât have any time to react before Loganâs crowding up against you, his body a solid wall of muscle pressing you hard against the door. His lips crash into yours in a hungry kiss, you can taste the whiskey from earlier sharp and smoky on his tongue.
You respond eagerly, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down even closer. Loganâs hands roam over your body rough and possessive, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other grips your waist, pulling you even closer. His hands leave a trail of fire in their wake, your skin tingling with every brush of his fingers. You can feel the raw power in his touch, a barely there restrained strength that has your heart racing even faster.Â
âI could fucking smell you,â he growls agasint your neck, digging his sharp teeth into your collarbone meanly. You can't help but let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the door to give him better access. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes deliciously against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. âCould smell how goddamn wet you got, back at the bar.â
His hand slips under the waistband of your jeans, sliding down the front of your panties to brush against your clit. Your mouth drops open with a soft moan, your slick lips still tingling. âDo you have any fuckinâ idea how hard it was not to bend you over, to not rip these things off and fuck you over the bar?â he asks roughly, lips brushing against your skin with every word. âWanted to take you right, make everyone watch while I made you scream.â
Your breath hitches at his words, a wave of pleasure crashing through you. The rough skin of his fingertips press more firmly against your clit, drawing a broken moan from your lips. âLogan,â you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you try to ground yourself.Â
His lips capture yours again in a bruising kiss, sliding two thick fingers into you with a rough thrust. âAtta girl,â he murmurs against your mouth, dragging his tongue across your bottom slip. âThatâs it, say my name,â he growls, swallowing your moans as his fingers pump into you with an unrelenting pace. Your walls clench around him, a needy whine escaping your throat as he begins to fuck his fingers in and out of your wet cunt.Â
The coil of pleasure deep in your stomach tightens with every thrust of his fingers, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. You can feel the pressure start to build, like a dam threatening to burst, but this isnât how you want to come. You break the kiss, a thin thread of saliva connecting your lips before it thins and breaks. âWait,â you say breathlessly, hand slipping down to grip his forearm tightly, âI want to come with you inside me.â
Logan growls, a deep, primal sound that you can feel rumble deep in his chest where itâs pressed against yours. âBedroom,â he demands, hands dropping to the back of your thighs and lifting.Â
You wrap your legs around his waist with a quiet squeal, attacking the skin of his neck with your teeth as he walks the two of you down the dark hallway. âFirst door on the right,â you whisper, dragging your tongue along the column of his throat. You can feel the thick length of his cock straining against his jeans press into your hip. He sucks in a sharp breath as you roll your hips down, sliding the damp fabric of your clothed cunt over him.
Logan kicks the door open with a force that has it slamming against the wall, the sound barely registering in your lust-addled brain. Logan dumps you on the bed, the force of it bouncing you on the mattress. He rips his white undershirt over his head and drops to his knees in front of you, big hands coming up to grip the waistband of your jeans.
The muscles in his arms donât even flex as he rips your shorts down the middle, denim and along with lace panties tearing like tissue paper in his hands and falling to the floor in tattered pieces. You gasp at the cold air hitting your hot, aching cunt.Â
Loganâs hands run up and down the bare skin of your calves, eyes glued to the soaked skin of your inner thighs. Your thighs start to tremble under his gaze, your patience starting to wear thin. Logan drags his eyes back to you, taking in the pleading look on your face. He smirks, wordlessly rising to his feet to pop open the button of his jeans.
You watch with bated breath as he unzips his fly, eyes glued to the way he starts to push them down his legs just enough that they fall to pool around his ankles. Your mouth drops open, eyes going wide at the sight of him.
Heâs so big, so thick and heavy that his cock hangs hard between his hairy thighs instead of slapping up against his stomach. Thereâs a thick drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, dripping down a thick vein running along the side.
Your mouth waters with want, the want to bury your nose in the dark thatch of hair surrounding the base, the want to have him fuck your throat raw and red. You can almost feel the ache in your jaw.Â
As much as you want to get him in your mouth, you want him inside you even more.
âGet your ass over here,â you demand breathlessly, tearing your shirt off your head in one swift motion. Logan smirks, stepping out of his jeans and making his way across the room. His dog tags jingle with every step, your cunt clenches weakly.
He stalks up the mattress like a predator, eyes ablaze as a cocky smirk plays on his lips. Your legs fall open unconsciously, thighs spreading wide to make enough room for his hips to slot against yours.
You gasp at the thick head of his cock sliding through your wet folds, your body arching off the bed. The sensation is electric, shooting through you like a live wire. "Logan," you breathe, your voice barely more than a whimper. "Please..."
"Please what?" he asks, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart."
Your cheeks flush hot, but the need burning inside you is stronger than any embarrassment. "I want you," you admit, your voice trembling with desire. "I want you to fuck me, Logan."
His growl is low and feral, his fingers teasing you relentlessly as he presses his forehead to yours. "That's a good girl," he rumbles, his breath hot against your lips as he sinks into the tight heat of your cunt in a single thrust.Â
The pace he sets is unrelenting, one hand braced on the pillow next to your head while the other grips your bedâs frame for better leverage to fuck down into you. The sting of his cock splitting your cunt open has your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. His dog tags hang from his neck, swinging like a pendulum as he starts to thrust.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he grates out, brows furrowed in pleasure. His hips speed up, barely pulling out halfway before he plunges back into you. The bed squeaks under you, slamming up against the wall as Logan fucks you.
Itâs like Logan surrounds every inch of you, strong arms caged around your head while his body covers yours, metal bonded bones pressing you down into the mattress so thereâs nothing you can do but take it. You know that heâs ruined every other man in the world for you as the heavy snap of his hips pounds against the skin of your ass hard enough to bruise. The thick muscles of chest bounces as he moves, the coarse hair scraping against your sensitive nipples.
The head of his cock pounds the soft spot inside of you that has your eyes fluttering closed, mind going hazy as heat starts to pool at the base of your spine.
âDonât fucking stop,â you beg brokenly, tears sting the corners of your eyes. âGod! Iâm gonna come, youâre gonna make me comeââ
âCome on baby,â Logan goads, dropping down to his fore arm so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck, âGive it to me, come on this cock, show me how much you fucking love it,â
The stinging bite of his sharp canines scraping the fluttering pulse of your neck makes you wail, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave long red welts that heal as you go. Your cunt clenches around the pulsing length of his cock, greedily milking him as you come in a rush of wetness around his cock.
âFuck,â Logan grits out, his hips faltering. Itâs not by much, but just enough for you to notice. The rhythmic smack smack smack of skin stuttering as his breath comes out in fast pants against the sweaty skin of your neck. His cock jerks inside you fiercely, his heavy balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge. You can hear the metal frame of your bed creaking warningly under his grip.
âCome in me,â you beg breathlessly, tightening your ankles around his waist. âPlease, Logan I need itââ
Logan lets out a feral growl as his hand drops from your headboard, the sharp metallic sound of his claws unsheathing rings out above you before he slams his fist into the mattress next to your head. He floods your insides, pumping you full of his come as he grunts like a beast on top of you. He gives a few more weak thrusts of his hips, letting the two of you ride out your highs before he finally stills.
You hear the quiet snikt of his claws retracting from your mattress and back into between his knuckles before Logan collapses on top of you, arms braced on either side of your head to take most of his weight. His breath puffs raggedly over the skin of your shoulder, his spent cock still snug in your sore cunt.Â
âYou owe me a new mattress,â you say breathlessly, digging the heels of your feet into his lower back sharply.Â
Logan chuckles into your neck, tipping his head up to look at you with dark eyes. His lips curl into a smirk as he rolls his hips, his still hard cock dragging along the sensitive walls of your cunt makes you gasp. âYeah?â he asks, low and velvety. His eyes flick to the three holes punched through your sheets.
âYou can add it to my tab,â he says with another stronger roll of his hips, âWeâre not done here.â
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anniversary event [closed]
kim mingyu x reader
prompt(s): getting aroused by the other's jealousy/obsession with them, "Could he/she/they do it like this?â, âyou're sexy when you're angryâ
word count: 5.1k
warnings: smut (MINORS DNI), fluff, potter!mingyu, they're married, reader discovers jealousy, oral (m.rec), penetration (unprotected!!!), kissing, breast play, clit stimulation, they're nasty as hell idk what to tell you
synopsis: It isn't your fault that you feel this way, especially as you watch her hands trace over your husband's own.
It isn't your fault that you can barely go on with your day with that cursed image replaying in your mind like a broken record.
And it certainly isn't your fault that you find yourself completely naked on your husband's lap while his clay-clad hands cannot touch you.
[a/n]: @highvern at the scene of the crime as always, we all have to thank her for her service as she betas for me and encourages my tomfoolery. enjoy this and let me know your thoughts in the rbs, comments or send me an ask!!!!!
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The grip you have on the file is proving to be detrimental to the cheap plastic covering. Not that you could blame yourself as you watch your husband through the window of his pottery studio, leaning over to help a student with her discombobulated salad bowl.Â
It was a beautiful morning, the beach across from the boardwalk sparingly occupied with delighted tanners and swimmers, the low buzz of waves reaching the shore sending a calming draft across the area. Envious as you were of Mingyu and his impeccable real estate choices, especially right now as your heel clad feet ache to take a dip in the waters, you couldnât help but feel all the more irked that this was the background the image inside the studio was sitting against.Â
Through the large glass windows, Mingyu is pressing his foot over top of his very pretty studentâs on the pedal to force the pottery wheel to spin, hands over her own as he guides her fingers to put pressure on the wet clay. A spiteful part of you pushes a thought in your mind, that your husband was attempting to fix a lost cause, especially when his student seemed quite insistent in her soft smiles and keeping her gaze on the fingers that cover her own, rather than actually fixing the abomination on the pottery wheel.Â
You donât know how long youâve been standing there by the time heâs done, straightening his back to turn his attention to the other students that make their attempts at their half done projects. Mingyu catches your figure through the window and immediately breaks into a big smile, clay covered hand coming to wave at you.Â
Taking it as your cue to walk into the studio, you return neither his gorgeous smile or his occupied wave as you strut through the glass doors. Your husband meets you on the other side of the open space, hands now washed clean as he leans over to place a kiss on your cheek.Â
âHey, you,â he says in greeting, hands drying on a towel.Â
All you can think about is if that salad bowl girl can see you, and you thank goodness you wore your nice top today.Â
âHere.â You merely push the slightly crumpled file of documents to his chest, jaw set and lips tight.Â
âOh, thanks,â he comments as he grabs the papers pushed towards him, smile dropping a little at your abrupt attitude. âIs everything alright?âÂ
âHm? âCourse,â you answer, adjust the strap of your bag. âI have to get back to work. Be careful about your paperwork next time, I canât keep making trips across town for this.â
You bite your tongue as soon as you say it, the words tumbling out before you can help it. Canât keep making trips across town for this? Last time you checked, you were looking for passive excuses to make the trip to your husbandâs studio just to see him during the day.Â
âOh.â His brows are furrowed, the frown apparent on his face. âIâI didnât think youâd be too busy today, you said youâd be done early soâIânevermind. Iâm sorry I pulled you out of work for this, Iâll be careful next time.â
Thereâs a pang in your heart as you hear him apologise, immediately mad at yourself for going on and ruining his mood. What were you annoyed at? That he was doing his job?Â
Your gaze lands behind him where most of his students are occupied with their projects, but just one whose eyes dart between you and Mingyu.Â
Taking a step back, youâre about to walk out before you feel him grab your wrist. âDâyou wanna have dinner at the new restaurant down the pier after work? We can watch the sunset too, havenât done that in a while.â
You want to scream yes. Of course you want to watch a beach sunset with your husband. Of course you want to eat at the restaurant youâve been waiting eagerly for with your husband. And you arenât entirely sure if this reaction is simply because youâve been stressed lately, but the sticky feeling is pushing you to make your claim in some way, somehow.Â
Biting back another strangely snarky reply, you make an attempt to fix your stoic face and walk back to Mingyu. Leaning up, you kiss the corner of his mouth in what you hope is slightly reassuring.Â
âIâll see you in a few hours.â
Kicking off your heels is the first thing you do once you make it back to your desk, taking no time to punch the power on button on your computer. You pull a file from the stack next to you, one that sits at the bottom, with a harder than necessary yank. Bad idea, because as you scramble to stop the pile from tipping over entirely, you can only think of other ways your day could get worse.Â
Before the worst of it can hit the floor, you find a second set of hands catching the strewing papers.Â
âThanks, Han,â you say as you attempt to reorganise the documents, taking the extra ones off his hands.Â
âHave the laws of physics forsaken you? Or do you just like reorganising paperwork?â Hansol asks, sipping on something from the stupid horse mug Mingyu had made for him in light of his promotion.Â
Huffing, you only haphazardly stuff the files to the corner to be done with it, opening the file you need as your computer finally boots up. âDonât you have manager stuff to do?âÂ
âBeing a manager means I can put off doing manager stuff,â he states. âBesides, Iâm taking care of my peers, can you imagine the catastrophe that couldâve been if I didnât swoop in to save you?â
âPapers on the floor? How catastrophic indeed,â you monotone as you click away at trying to find a particular excel sheet.Â
âHow was Mingyu?â
Stiffening, you want to curse Hansol at reminding you of the very thing you did not want to think of right now.Â
âHe was fine.â
âYou were back earlier than usual, thought you wouldâve had lunch with him.â
That was your plan, but clearly the universe had other ways for you to go about your day. Like thinking about an overly flirty student and her all too oblivious teacher.Â
âHeâŚhe had a workshop today,â you simply comment.Â
âOkay, Elsa, who shoved an ice cube up your ass?â You can hear the sneer in his voice, the judgmental stare.Â
Groaning loudly, you can only slam your forehead onto your desk in an all too dramatic fashion. âCan you drop it? Please?â
âAh,â he drags. âTrouble in paradise. Understood. I will be at my desk if you want to complain about your husband like Margaret from Finance.â
Margaret from Finance. The woman whoâs entire catalogue of marital issues would be solved if she and her husband simply spoke to each other once in a while. Perhaps even held hands on occasion.Â
You wince as you envision yourself becoming as stuck up and miserable as that, Hansolâs harmless comparison sending you into yet another spiral. It wasnât that serious, this was all because your brain was stressed, horny and in love. The fact that your husband looked like how he did wasnât really helping either.Â
With a little more aggression than you usually wouldâve done with, you attempt to skim through the files as quickly as humanly possible, flicking through the useless filler pages to get to the ones that actually required your attention.Â
You send a passive aggressive email to Hansol entailing his job to keep things precise.Â
Shoving forkfuls of salad into your mouth, your mouse clicks louder than anyone else in the area, having gone back to change your cursor speed about thrice since you turned your computer on.Â
Your phone dings. Closing your eyes, you count to ten before turning to look at the illuminated screen beside you.Â
[Gyu <3]: did u have lunch?
[Gyu <3]: i wanted us to get sum together but u zoomed off : (((
[Gyu <3]: im done with my classes for the day. The students were asking ab you earlier when u came in heh
[Gyu <3]: cant wait to see u tonight i looooooveee u <333
God, he makes it hard to stay mad at him.Â
Snapping your head back to your monitor, you close your eyes once again as you question the war in your head and chest. Why were you mad at him? There was nothing to be mad about. Did you expect him to go about his day covered in plastic wrap and a neon âOFF LIMITSâ sign all day? The ring on his finger was supposed to do the job just fine.Â
You sigh as you force yourself to text him back something that wasnât entirely passive aggressive. Typing and erasing, and typing again and erasing again. A smiley face to seal it into something you were not feeling, and send.Â
Itâs late in the afternoon by the time youâre done, the sun less blaring as it pours through the office windows. You flick the last file shut, power off your computer and spring up to your feet, immediately gathering your things. Phone, ID, keys, and the last plastic file in your hands, you stalk towards Hansolâs desk and slam the papers next to his computer.Â
He nearly chokes on his pocky stick as you spit out your final notes in rapid fire, not caring if you were indecipherable in the slightest. Hansolâs eyebrows remain in the air by the time youâre done, spinning on your heels and walking straight towards the elevators.Â
âSee you, Monday!â you finally hear him call out and you donât turn to return his goodbye. Something that might have given you a strike but you could threaten him to take it off all the same.Â
Besides, you had somewhere to be, and the idea churning in your brain didnât seem like it wanted to wait.Â
The sun is setting by the time you get to the beach boardwalk, climbing the steps to the line of establishments that overlook the significantly more occupied shore. Everything is perfect. Warm just the right amount, the sunlight forcing everything in its path into an incandescent glow.Â
What you wouldâve given for a nice lie on one of the beach chairs to release an entire dayâs worth of tense muscles. But alas, you trudge straight down the boardwalk and walk the way to Mingyuâs studio. When youâre nearly there, you see the glass door of the studio open from a distance, immediately recognising the part timer leaving for the day.Â
You cross paths as he walks towards you in the opposite direction, lighting up as he recognises you through your work attire.Â
âOh, hi!â Chan chirps, arm raised in a half wave.Â
âHi! Clocking out?â you ask as you stop to greet him.Â
âUhâyeah, Mingyu let me go early.â Heâs grinning.Â
âGood to hear. You enjoy the rest of your night, alright?âÂ
âYeahâuh, you too!â he stutters once again as he continues to smile wide. You think nothing of it and continue your short walk to where the studio doors were.Â
Coming round, you find the large glass door and walls have been blocked out with the blinds, the blaring CLOSED sign right at the entrance.Â
You stand there in front of the door like a fool, taking a deep breath, eyes closed as you gain your bearings. Grabbing the shiny handle, you push the unlocked glass open.Â
The bell at the top jingles, signalling a customer, and you watch your husband sitting at one of the turntables, clearly occupied. The studio is completely empty except for him, the whirr of the spinning table coming to a halt as he turns to tell whoever came in that they were closed for the day.Â
Itâs revolting. Heâs wearing his usual black tee, stained with months of splattered clay, his hair tousled like heâd run his hands through it before he started his project. The sun seeps in through the neglected edges of the top of the glass walls, past the blinds that cover most of them, casting him in an unbelievable light. Itâs revolting, heâs done nothing and itâs making your head reel; revolting.Â
âWeâreâoh, youâre early!â There it is, that stupid smile he canât help but flash at every last person he sees, directed straight at you laced with nothing but love.Â
Reaching behind you, you push the metal lock on the door to click it shut, locking the both of you inside, and the rest of the beach and boardwalk out. Right after, you begin to kick off your heels.Â
âI already made the reservations for an hour from now, let me change and wash up so we can go to the beach tillââ
âSit down.â
He was halfway out of his seat as he was talking, ready to leave his half done work on the turntable to leave with you. Your words come out firm, a strange tone like you were giving him a command.Â
It works, and the shock has him immediately falling back into his chair. The force pushes the chair away from the turn tables, now half facing you. Â
Dropping your bag, you shuck your long coat off and leave it on the floor. Eyeing his hands, theyâre covered in wet clay, suspended away from his body so as to not ruin his clothes more than they already are, speckled with dried clay and paint.Â
He recovers quickly, confused as he watches you fiddle with the buttons on your bottoms, rising out of his chair once again.Â
âWhat are youââÂ
âI said,'' you grunt as you finally push your bottoms down so they hit the floor. âSit down.âÂ
The shift in his face makes it obvious it has clicked in his head, staring at you as you walk towards him in just your blouse as the situation escalates faster than he can keep up with.Â
âRight now? Can you at least let meââ
Through his blabbering youâve reached him and swung a leg over his lap, seating yourself on his clothed thighs as he moves his hands away, making sure not to get clay all over your blouse.Â
His hands may be occupied in a different sense, but you choose to busy yours in other ways. Taking his face in your hands, you lock your mouths in an open mouthed kiss, rendering him speechless.Â
Taking no time to think, nor to let him think, you push your hips down to meet his own in a deep grind, panty clad pussy making contact with the rough of his jeans right over his bulge. The feeling is so sudden, spiking throughout your system as you hear him take a sharp inhale still pressed into your mouth.
That was you. That was you getting that reaction out of him, no matter how small it was. The thought has you gripping the back of his head, fingers making home in the short strands of his hair as you let go from the kiss.Â
Wasting no time, you push his head back and stick your tongue out, licking a stripe from the base of his throat right up to his jaw. He shivers beneath you, and it only muddles your mind even more.Â
You can feel his bulge beneath you growing larger and larger by the second, pressing into your inner thigh as his breathing grows exponentially heavier in your ear. Locking eyes with him, you trail your other hand down to graze over the front of his shirt, pressing into the bumps and ridges that lie beneath.
Reaching his buckle, you hook your finger underneath the gap and pull at the metal. As you let go, it snaps back into place with a resounding cling! Keeping the eye contact, you drift even lower, your fingers find the growing tent in his jeans as you cup the bulge. Moving your hands in the way you know he likes it, you curb your speed to drag out the feeling for him.Â
âFuck,â you hear him curse lowly.Â
Itâs becoming impossible for him to keep his composure, especially to keep his hands away from your body that sits on him. He gets close, fingers brushing the white of your blouse in a moment of confusion, instant brown on the surface as his wet, clay hands ruin your shirt.Â
âIf you really canât keep your hands to yourself,â you say, halting your movements on his crotch. âI guess thisâll have to go too.â
Not bothering to undo all the buttons, you tug the first couple ones unfastened and pull your blouse over your head, throwing it somewhere behind his head. Quickly, you reach behind and unclasp your bra, flinging it away in the same general area. Youâre now almost entirely naked while he remains clothed head to toe.Â
Your nipples harden as they meet the air in the studio, Mingyuâs eyes set on your mounds as he takes them in.Â
Before he has the opportunity to do anything, you slip off of your seat in his lap, knees slamming the floors in your haste as you kneel before him. Hands flying, you tug at the buckle of his belt, undoing it despite your hurried motions.Â
âYouâve been off today, are you sure everythingâs alright?â Mingyu asks from, still wide eyed as he watches helplessly as you yank his jeans enough to reveal the final layer of his underwear. It doesnât take you long to take his entire length out of there too, needing him in front of you.
âDo not ask me about my feelings when Iâm trying to fuck you.â
âWhat on earthâshit!â
Youâve taken his now fully hard length into your hand, licking a strip from the base of his cock up to the bulbous head. The tip of your tongue teases the head ever so lightly, and Mingyu watches as his head and your tongue match in their reds. He watches the way your tongue dips into the pooling white of his precum, pushing into his slit as the tip of your tongue wiggles slightly.Â
The fact that he cannot touch only heightens the effects of your teasing, clayed hands balling into fists just to feel something on his fingertips.Â
Soon, your lips have wrapped around the head of cock as you let it rub against the beginnings of the inside of your soft mouth. Letting go, you take him in again, this time running your tongue over his slit, feeling his hips twitch beneath you as you continue to take him in and out, only to take him back in again.Â
In one motion, you sink your mouth lower onto his dick, feeling the head of his cock run against the roof of your mouth. Mingyu hisses audibly amidst his very loud and heavy breathing.Â
When you feel him hit the beginnings of your throat, you pull back, bringing your hand to curve around the base to cover what you couldnât fit, pumping him up and down as you continue to pull his member in and out of your mouth.Â
Heâs moaning loud, the echoes resonating off the walls as you hear your name slip from his mouth over, and over, and over again. It only encourages you as you move down deeper, his cock touching the back of your throat in more familiarity than before.Â
Everything is wet; the spit and precum turning into a shiny gleam on his cock and on the lower half of your face, the heat between your legs that makes you feel oh so empty. Clenching around nothing, you resist the urge to bring a hand down to relieve yourself.Â
âAre you ovulating or something, why are you suddenlyâŚsuddenly, fucking hell I donât know.âÂ
Releasing him from your mouth with a loud pop, you rear your head to look up at him, the lower half of your face covered in a wet glisten. Your hand continues to pump him as you watch his face remain contorted in pleasure.
In a daze, you donât realise what youâre saying as you blab. âCould she do it like this?â
âWhat?â
âCould she do it like this?â you repeat like a mantra, needing to hear his answer. âCould she make you feel like this?â
âWhat are you talking about?â Itâs taking Mingyu every bit of his soul to form coherent words.Â
In one swift motion, youâve hoisted yourself back on your feet, nails digging into his thighs through his pants.Â
Hovering over his lap, you take his shaft once again, but this time you push your panties aside with your hand and bring it close to your heat, brushing the head of his cock over your wet folds, using him to feel the pleasure that builds.Â
âGod, youâre so wet,â he blabs as he throws his head back at the feeling. âI wanna touch you, fuck I need to get this clay off, I need to touch you.â
Heâs brought his mouth to latch onto your nipple, evoking a loud gasp from you as feel him circle your nub with his tongue before sucking. Letting go, he sticks his tongue out as his only weapon, flicking it repeatedly as you continue to rub his wet cock over your equally wet cunt.Â
Lining him up with your entrance, you sink onto his head as you let out a loud moan, feeling the tip stretch you out in the familiar way youâve been craving all day. Itâs like your brain is buffering as you recover from the bout of pleasure, barely registering that heâs continued to assault your other nipple now.Â
Your free hand comes to toy with your relieved tit, twisting your spit covered nipple between your fingers as his dick pushes further and further inside you.Â
Fully sheathed, you pull your husbandâs face away from your breast as you bring his lips to your own, kissing him deep as you clench around his hard cock.
âDonât. Do that,â he hisses against your lips, hands suddenly closing in your waist, so close before he realises he canât. ââM gonna fucking come, Iâm so serious.â
The news is enlightening, especially as it encourages you to lift your hips ever so slightly, and curl back back down in an initial thrust. Again, and again, and again till youâre moving your hips at a swift pace, striking down on his length as you both moan into each other's mouths.
The feeling is electrifying, and the borderline pornographic noises your husband is making is only making it all the more easier to gush around his member, to move your hips faster as you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten and loosen.Â
âYou feel amazing, so fucking good,â he grunts as he mouths the column of your throat. âMy baby, my darling, my wife.â
And when the burn in your thighs becomes more than just a mental battle, your hips slowing despite the mind boggling feeling and the choked sobs that come out of you, you feel Mingyuâs hips lift from the chair heâd been trapped in, pushing into you instead.Â
His still dirty hands have taken hold of the top of the back legs of the chair, helping himself push off his seat to thrust into you rapidly.Â
âTouch yourself, baby,â he says. âRub your clit for me.â
Who are you to deny him, one hand on one of his broad shoulders while the other flies down to the mess thatâs becoming of your cunt. Rubbing two fingers over your clit, you throw your head back in a loud moan as you feel yourself beginning to close in.
Mingyu is watching the apex of your thighs; the way your fingers work against your swollen clit, the way his dick disappears inside you, a ring of sinful white foaming at the base of his cock. He twitches inside you, a clear indication that he was also close.Â
Your breasts are a sight to behold, and the scene before him is enough to make him bust entirely. Bouncing tits that he cannot touch, perfectly red, puffed pussy he cannot touch, the beautiful curves and dips of your waist and thigh, barely illuminated by the setting sun, that he cannot touch. He curses the wretched idea to make a last minute thing on the turntable before you arrived, curses the fact that he should be able to feel all of you.Â
He might lose his mind, and he does when your walls clamp down on him like a trap, your moans so loud heâs sure heâll be hearing them in his ears for weeks.Â
âGâGyu, Iâm cumming,â you whimper through the pure brain fog.Â
Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, finally letting himself release his own load into you when he simply canât take it anymore, dick spasming as he shoots white hot cum into your hole. The added slick makes it easier to slip in and out faster as his orgasm holds out far longer than it usually does, both of your hips twitching like youâd been zapped as you come down from your highs.Â
Itâs become near impossible to hold up your own weight, slumping against his large frame as you unclench every pinched muscle and joint. Forehead on his shoulder, you take pleasure in the afterglow, breathing in his scent with your nose pressed into the sliver of skin that reveals past his shirt. Sweat, the earthy odour of clay, and the calm familiarity of him.
âI donât know what I did to have you acting like this,â he breathes into your ear. âBut whatever it is, I need to do it more often.â
Sluggishly, you lift your head to look at him. His head is leaned back on the chair, face glowing as you stare into the eyes you fell in love with so long ago.Â
âYou havenât done anything,â you sigh. âIt wasâŚstupid.â
âThatâs the worst thing you could say to me right now.â
You whine, rolling your neck. âWhat do you want me to tell you?â
He stares. âWho do I need to thank for creating this monster?â
It was a joke, clearly, but you couldnât help but feel the little pool of pride swell within you anyway.Â
âSalad bowl girl.â
âAnd Iâm supposed to know what that means? Do you want a salad bowl? I can make you one.â
âNo. The girl in your class this morning with that god awful salad bowl,â you huff. âIt looked offensive, she was too busy burning holes into you.â
âOh no,â he whispers, eyes wide, mouth turning it the beginnings of a hysterical laugh. âMy pretty little wife is jealous.â
âIf youâre gonna rub it in, I'm getting off.â You try to remove yourself from his lap, slipping his now soft member out of you.Â
Youâre stopped when you feel the two points of his elbows locking you at the waist, pushing you down. Heâs grinning like a fool. âYouâre sexy when youâre angry.â
âIâm not angryââ
âYour hello was my dick in your mouth.â
âSo you didnât like it?â
âIâd fire myself in the kiln before I ever say that.â He locks his elbows harder, pulling you closer. âBesides, I think this means Iâve won.â
âWon what?â
âLike youâve never noticed Chan looking at you likeâŚlike heâs got some puppy dog crush on you. Iâve won the battle of composure.âÂ
You guffaw, âWhat are youâstop it, he does not!â
He merely leans forward and kisses you, âI donât blame him. My wife is the most gorgeous thing anyone could ever see.âÂ
Grabbing him by the elbows, you break free of his hold and get off of his lap, attempting to gather the clothes youâve scattered across the studio.Â
âCan you at least help me put my dick back inside my pants, these are my cleaner jeans!â
Snapping the elastic of your bra back on, pantied adjusted, you walk back to him. Heâs looking at you with those stupid stars in his eyes and it makes it hard to focus on readjusting his jeans for him.Â
Leaning down, you take in your hands his still wet cock, smothered in your spit and arousal, complete with his own release. You canât help it when you dip further to take his head into your mouth, the groan coming from above you near automatic.Â
âOh, youâre evil.â
You grin as you wrap your mouth in a harsher suck, feeling him harden slowly, still quicker than youâd thought. Giving him a few more generous sucks, you run your tongue over his slit before moving back.Â
Heâs breathing heavily, leaning close as you pull his waistband up. âYou know, they say you should lay down afterwards if you want to be successful. I think we might have to go again later on a real bed to do the trick.â
âYou can stay horny, Iâm getting dressed for some real food.âÂ
âI think we kinda need to be horny to do what weâre trying to do,â he lowtones, moving his face back and forth to meet your drifting eyes.Â
You sigh once again, âWhy canât just getting off birth control be enough?â
âAre you not having fun?â
âIâm literally buttoning your pants for you, it was fun until now.â
Mingyu raises his hands in both surrender and pointed regard, the clay now dried and cracking over his hands and forearms. âI digress.â
 It annoys you that heâs right, so you lean in to give him a kiss as a distraction. It works.Â
âItâs alright,â he smiles into your kiss. âThis is the one thing I wonât mind breaking my back for.â
The giggle escapes you before you can help it, and you feel him kiss at your cheeks, placing one last one on the tip of your nose.
âNow, if my lovely wife will let me wash my handsâŚ?â
âGo,â you chuckle.
âWe should name our baby Salad Bowl in this honour.â Heâs way at the handwash station by now, water running as he scrubs off all the dried up clay.
âSo sad our baby will have to grow up without a father.â
 âI love you,â he yells.Â
âIâll be sure to tell our child.âÂ
âYouâre insufferable,â he says, suddenly behind you as you pull on your blouse. Wet hands grasp your waist and you squeal at the feeling.Â
âMingyu!âÂ
âI love you,â he drags, spinning you around to face him.Â
âI thought I was insufferable.â
Your husband groans, simply pulling you into him with his own two hands to kiss you.Â
âI think weâre late for our reservation.â
âYouâd better hurry then.â You eye his clay speckled shirt.
âDonât miss me.â He turns around to find his cleaner shirt, all while you drift over to see the incomplete project still on his table.
A mug still clay-brown and half done, but one that looks suspiciously similar to your favourite one you broke last week.Â
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The Marriage Bet
Pairings: Best Friend Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Themes: A bet. A bit of comedy but mostly fluff and Bucky treating his woman right ;)
Summary: If in three years time both of you were still single, you will marry your best friend, Bucky. That's the bet.
A/N: For those of you who voted for 'Calm Down, Dad Mode' I've added it to this story. This has got to be my favorite fluff FML. Also let me TELL YOU, the cravings in pregnancy and the emotions are real because I lived it lmao. PART 2
Three Years Ago
"You know what we should do?â Bucky said out of the blue, his gaze fixed on you with a seriousness that made your stomach flip. The two of you had been lounging on his couch for hours, talking about everything and nothing. It was a lazy night filled with laughter, shared memories, and the kind of comfortable silence only you and Bucky knew how to savour.
You glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âIf weâre still single in three years⌠letâs get married,â he announced, as if it was the most logical suggestion in the world. His tone was light, but there was a quiet intensity in his eyes that made it clear he wasnât joking.
You stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge if he was serious. âBucky, have you lost your mind?â
âMaybe,â he admitted with a shrug, his lips twitching up into that familiar smirk that made your heart skip. âBut think about it. No more crappy dates, no more getting your heart broken by idiots who donât deserve you. Just us. You and me. We already know each otherâs worst habits, and we get along. Itâd be a good marriage.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. âYou make it sound like weâre signing up for a business merger.â
He laughed at that, the sound deep and genuine. âMaybe. But at least youâd know youâre stuck with someone whoâs never going to walk out on you. Someone whoâd fight for you.â
The way he said it made your throat tighten, and for a second, you allowed yourself to picture it. A life with Bucky, the two of you navigating the ups and downs together. No more failed relationships, no more loneliness. Just the comfort and security of someone who knew you better than anyone else.
âYouâre serious, arenât you?â you murmured, still stunned by the idea.
He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. âYeah, I am. So, what do you say?â
You hesitated for just a beat, then broke into a grin. âDeal, Barnes. If weâre still single in three years, Iâll marry your crazy ass.â
He grinned back, his hand shooting out to seal the promise with a firm handshake. But as your fingers clasped around his, the energy between you shifted â playful and yet, inexplicably serious.
âDeal,â he echoed softly, a knowing look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.
Ă Ă Ă ĂÂ
Present
You leaned against the railing of the rooftop, your eyes skimming over the city lights below as the faint notes of Taylor Swiftâs break-up songs filled the air. You and Bucky had been up here for hours, talking and drinking, the night air crisp against your skin.
It had been a rough few months for you â the breakup still felt fresh, the sting of rejection and disappointment lingering. But being here with Bucky made it easier. He had a way of grounding you, of making you feel like everything would be okay, even when it didnât seem that way.
âYâknow, youâre the best,â you murmured, your words slurred slightly from the champagne. âI mean it, Buck. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
He smiled softly, his gaze warm as he watched you. âGood thing you donât have to find out, huh?â
You nodded, letting out a sigh as you turned back to the view. âStill, I feel like⌠I donât know. Like Iâm destined to be alone or something.â
âThatâs not true,â he said quietly, setting his glass down and turning to face you fully. âAnd you know it.â
You shrugged, glancing over at him. âYeah, well, sometimes it feels like it. Everyone Iâve ever dated justââ
You stopped mid-sentence as Bucky suddenly shifted, reaching into his pocket. Your eyes widened as he pulled out a small blue velvet box and, without hesitation, flipped it open. The soft light of the rooftop glinted off the 1.5-carat diamond ring nestled inside â simple, elegant, and undeniably breathtaking.Â
âWhatâs that?â you asked, your breath catching in your throat.
Bucky arched an eyebrow, giving you a pointed look. âAn engagement ring, Y/N. What else?â
âYeah, I know itâs a ring!â you sputtered, your mind reeling. âBut whyâhowâwhat are you doing with it?â
Bucky sighed, muttering under his breath, âFor someone so smart, she really canât see whatâs right in front of her.â
You barely had time to process the words before he got up from his sitting position and slowly knelt down on one knee. The movement made your heart jump into your throat, your breath hitching as he looked up at you, his eyes softer than youâd ever seen them.
âI want to marry you, Y/N,â he said, his voice firm and sure. âNot because of some bet or joke we made all those years ago, but because⌠I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be the one you come home to. The one who makes you laugh when youâre sad. The one who fights for you.â
You felt your chest tighten as the weight of his words sank in, the sincerity in his voice making it almost impossible to breathe. âBucky⌠this isââ
âI know this is crazy,â he continued, cutting you off gently, his gaze never leaving yours. âBut when have we ever been normal, huh? Iâm not asking you to feel something you donât or to change anything between us. But I am a man of my word, and Iâm keeping the promise we made.â
Your mind raced, memories of that night flashing through your mind â the promise, the shared laughter, the way heâd looked at you back then as if you were the only thing that mattered. And now, here he was, years later, kneeling in front of you with an engagement ring, ready to turn that promise into something real.
He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as he held out the ring, his expression almost pleading. âSo⌠will you marry me? Not because you feel like you have to, but because you want to?â
You stared down at him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. The world seemed to fade away, the only thing anchoring you being his blue eyes, filled with nothing but hope and determination.
âWell? Say something, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice barely a whisper now. âBecause Iâm dying here.â
You let out a breathless laugh, the tears welling in your eyes spilling over as you shook your head in disbelief.Â
âYouâre really going all out, huh?â you teased, âGetting down on one knee and everything⌠how could I say no to a man with such dedication?â
Bucky blinked, caught off guard, and then let out a soft laugh of his own. âIs that a yes, or are you just stalling to make me sweat more?â
You glanced at the ring, then back at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. âI guess⌠if I have to be stuck with someone for the rest of my life⌠it might as well be you.â
âYes,â you added quickly, your smile widening as you looked at him with all the warmth and affection you felt. âOf course itâs a yes, you idiot!â
Relief washed over his face, his grin so wide it couldâve lit up the entire rooftop. âYou really know how to keep a guy on edge, donât you?â
âGotta keep things interesting,â you replied with a laugh, reaching out to brush your fingers against his cheek. âI canât make it too easy for you.â
His chuckle was deep and genuine, the tension melting from his shoulders as he slipped the ring onto your finger, his eyes never leaving yours. âYou can be so mean you know that?â
âMean?â you scoffed, giving him a playful look of disbelief. âYouâre proposing to me, remember? Iâm just making sure you know exactly what youâre getting yourself into.â
Bucky shook his head, laughter bubbling up in his chest. âOh, I know. And Iâm still all in, even if you make me work for it.â
You grinned, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Bucky didnât hesitate, his arms coming up to hold you close, his chin resting gently on top of your head. The warmth of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.
Slowly, you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your chin resting on his chest as your eyes locked with his. The sound of the music drifted softly through the air, wrapping around you both like an embrace.
You could see the tenderness in his gaze, the way his eyes softened as he looked down at you. There was something indescribable in the way he held you, his hands warm and secure against your back, as if he never wanted to let go.
âYou know,â you murmured softly, a small smile playing on your lips, âI completely forgot about that bet.â
Buckyâs lips quirked up at the corners as he started to sway gently, rocking you both back and forth in time with the music.Â
âYeah? Good thing I havenât.â he agreed quietly, his voice low and filled with something that made your heart flutter.
You let out a content sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you swayed together under the soft glow of the rooftop lights, the melody of the song weaving its way into your soul. There was a peace, a sense of rightness in the way his hands rested on your waist, the way your fingers curled into his shirt.
Opening your eyes, you tilted your head slightly, the corners of your lips curving up into a playful smile. âIâm really going to make you regret this, you know.â
He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing gently against your side as he gazed down at you. âDoubt it. But youâre welcome to try, sweetheartâI mean what else could I possibly not know about you?â
Your smile widened as you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest. âOh, youâll find out. Just because weâre getting married doesnât mean Iâm not full of surprises.â
Buckyâs eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against your temple. âGood. I wouldnât want it any other way.â
âJust remember you asked for it,â you teased, your voice soft as your fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt. âYouâre the one whoâs committing to a lifetime of never quite knowing what Iâll do next.â
âYeah?â he murmured, his gaze dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes again, a smile playing on his own. âI guess I like keeping things interesting, too.â
A laugh bubbled up in your chest, and you felt the tension melt away as you both swayed gently to the music. It felt like a new beginning â a promise that whatever came next, youâd be facing it together.
Ă Ă Ă Ă
A few months later.
The garden was alive with soft laughter and murmurs as the afternoon sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves. The air was filled with the delicate scent of roses and jasmine, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided the perfect backdrop for the small, intimate gathering of friends.
Bucky stood under the floral archway, his suit somehow both perfectly fitted and slightly askew in that way only Bucky could pull off. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers drumming absently on his thigh. When you turned the corner, your eyes met his, and you couldnât help but smile at the exaggerated sigh of relief he let out.
âThank God you showed up,â he teased, his voice carrying over the gentle breeze. âThought Iâd have to marry Sam instead.â
You laughed, rolling your eyes as you made your way down the short aisle, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered in your chest. âYeah, yeah, keep it up, Barnes. Heâd leave you at the altar, you know.â
Bucky grinned, his shoulders relaxing as you stepped up to him. âTrue. He couldnât handle my morning breath.â
The officiant cleared his throat gently, drawing soft chuckles from your friends. Buckyâs gaze stayed locked on yours, a playful twinkle in his eyes as if you were sharing a private joke no one else could understand.
âYou ready for this?â he murmured softly, his tone light but his smile genuine.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you replied, giving him a small nod.
The ceremony was simple and sweet, with your closest friends standing in a loose circle around you, their smiles reflecting the joy and camaraderie that had always defined your relationship with Bucky.Â
When it came time for the vows, Bucky cleared his throat dramatically, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
âIâm not good at this stuff,â he began, waving the paper around, âso I wrote it down. Just so I donât forget the important parts. Like promising I wonât eat your fries without asking.â
You let out a snort, shaking your head. âSo thatâs why youâre marrying me? For my fries?â
âPartly,â Bucky said with a wink, earning a few laughs from your friends. âBut seriously⌠I promise to always be your partner in crime. To watch bad movies with you, to be your go-to plus-one for all those events you hate, and to be the one you can call at 3 a.m. when the world feels like too much.â
His voice softened slightly, his gaze never wavering from yours. âI promise to be your best friend, to listen, and to support you. And yeah, to not eat your fries â unless youâre not looking.â
You chuckled, blinking back the unexpected prickle of tears. âDamn, Barnes. Setting the bar high for husband material, arenât you?â
âSomeoneâs gotta do it,â he replied with a smirk.
When it was your turn, you took a deep breath, glancing down at your own slightly crumpled paper. âBucky, I promise to keep being your reality check, to make sure you donât take yourself too seriously. I promise to help you with your crazy woodworking projects, even when you refuse to read the instructions. And I promise to be your partner in all things â the weird, the good, and the unpredictable.â
Buckyâs grin softened into a small, genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âI think weâre gonna be pretty good at this whole marriage thing.â
âI think so too,â you murmured back.
The officiantâs voice broke through the quiet moment, his smile warm. âBy the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Bucky, you may nowââ
âWait,â Bucky interrupted, holding up a hand as he turned to you, his expression half-serious, half-teasing. âCan I kiss you?â
You blinked, surprised. âWhat?â
âYou know,â he said, shrugging a shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. âThis is technically our first kiss. I want to get it right. So⌠how do you like it?â
A burst of laughter escaped you, the tension in your shoulders melting away as the sheer Bucky-ness of the question made you grin. âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
âCome on, humor me,â he pressed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âSlow? Gentle? Or should I just go for it?â
You shook your head, still laughing softly. âJust⌠kiss me, you goof.â
Bucky grinned, his eyes twinkling with affection. âAlright, Mrs. Barnes,â he said softly, leaning in. âIâll make it good.â
His grin widened and shifts a little closer to you, Bucky dipped his head and you felt your noses brush. His breath is on your lips, and you quiver a bit at the odd sensation. Without another moment to spare you realise that he's pressing his lips to yoursâit was nothing like youâd expected. His hand slipped to the small of your back, drawing you closer, his eyes fully closed. Bucky was concentrating on the kiss, and you realised that your eyes were wide open. Slowly you close them, hiding away your brilliant orbs.Â
Buckyâs lips are oddly doft in this kiss and it stays slow and sweet. He wrapped his arm around you more, lifting you slightly off your feet. The veil fluttered around you like a soft cocoon, and then everything disappeared as his mouth moved insync with you, his kiss remained slowly, his mouth molding against yours in a way that made your knees weak.
His fingers gently tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing softly along your cheekbone as if he couldnât bear to stop touching you.
But then he shifted, tilting your head just slightly as he deepened the kiss, his hold around you tightening. It was then that you felt him let go completely â every barrier, every wall heâd kept up around himself crumbling as he poured everything into that kiss.Â
Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the faint cheers and whistles of your friendsâSam being the most obnoxiousâbut it all felt like background noise. It was just you and Bucky, wrapped up in this kiss that felt like it had been building up for years. His lips slid over yours with a kind of sweet intensity, a silent confession of everything he hadnât said â of everything he didnât know how to say.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting gently against yours, both of you were breathless, hearts pounding in unison. He didnât let go, his arms still wrapped around you as if you might disappear if he loosened his grip.
A soft cheer went up from your friendsâSam being the most obviousâ and Buckyâs grin turned almost smug. âHow was that?â
You let out a shaky laugh, your hands clutching his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself. âYeah, Buck. I think you got it just right.â
âGood,â he murmured, his eyes searching yours for a long, lingering moment before his smile widened into something boyish and relieved. âJust wanted to make sure.â
âDonât worry,â you teased gently, brushing your thumb over his cheek. âYouâre not getting rid of me after a kiss like that.â
Buckyâs laugh was soft, his nose brushing against yours. âGuess I should keep practicing, huh?â
You nodded, your grin matching his. âYeah. Keep practicing, Barnes.â
And as he pulled you in for another kiss, slower and just as sweet as the first, you knew that this â all of this â was exactly how it was meant to be.
Ă Ă Ă Ă
1.5 years later
You were pacing back and forth in the bathroom, your heart hammering in your chest. Every few seconds, your eyes would dart to the three little sticks sitting ominously on the edge of the sink â three white, plastic harbingers of potential chaos.
âCome on, come on, come on,â you whispered frantically to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as if willing the tests to disappear â or at least show some clarity.
How did it come to this? You were supposed to be life partners â partners in crime, best friends â no strings attached, no expectations. Just two people who promised to be there for each other. Sure, you got married, but it was all because of the bet. A way to keep each other from loneliness, you both said. Nothing more, right?
Except somewhere along the line, late-night talks had turned into stolen kisses. Comforting hugs had turned into tangled limbs. And now⌠this.
âOh my god, heâs going to flip,â you muttered, running a hand through your hair as you stared at the still-blank screens on the tests. âThis isnât how we were supposed toââ
âSupposed to what?â
You jumped about a foot in the air, letting out a small squeak of surprise as Buckyâs voice filled the bathroom. You whipped around, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as you spotted him leaning casually against the doorframe, an amused smirk on his lips.
âBucky! Donâtâdonât just sneak up on people like that!â you stammered, instinctively shuffling over to the sink to block his view.
His smirk widened. âI didnât sneak. Youâre just too distracted, sweetheart.â He pushed off the doorframe, crossing his arms as he stepped closer. âWhatâs going on in here?â
âNothing!â you squeaked, your voice a little too high-pitched.
Buckyâs eyebrows shot up. âUh-huh. So, youâre just hanging out in the bathroom, talking to yourself?â
âYes!â you answered quickly, nodding like a bobblehead. âYep, just a totally normal conversation with⌠myself. Very productive.â
He eyed you, suspicion etched all over his face. âUh-huh. And why do you look like youâve seen a ghost?â
âI donât!â you lied, crossing your arms over your chest as if that could somehow shield you from his scrutiny.
Bucky took another step closer, his gaze flicking over your shoulder. âThen why are you standing like that?â
You moved subtly, trying to casually scoot to the left, but your back hit the edge of the sink. âLike what?â
âLike youâre hiding something,â he said, leaning down slightly to look your directly in the eyes. âWhatâs behind you, Y/N?â
âNothing!â you insisted, but your hand twitched involuntarily, knocking into one of the sticks. It clattered onto the counter, bouncing once before rolling to a stop right at Buckyâs feet.
You froze.
Buckyâs eyes flicked down to the test, and his entire expression shifted â from curiosity to confusion to wide-eyed realization.
âWait⌠is that aâ?â
âNo!â you yelped, diving forward to snatch up the stick and hide it behind your back. You stood there, breathing heavily, your face flushed with a mix of panic and embarrassment.
Buckyâs gaze slid back to you, his lips quirking into an incredulous smile. âY/N, are those⌠pregnancy tests?â
You glanced around desperately, as if you could conjure up some kind of diversion to steer the conversation elsewhere. âUh⌠no? Maybe?â
âSweetheartâŚâ Bucky stepped around your easily, and in one quick motion, he plucked the other two tests off the sink. He held them up, his eyes wide and eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. âThere are three.â
âYeah, well⌠you know, the first one could be a fluke, and the second one too, andâŚâ you trailed off, wincing at how ridiculous you sounded.
Bucky blinked, then let out a bark of laughter. âThree tests, huh? Youâre nothing if not thorough.â
âBucky!â you hissed, mortification washing over you. âThis isnât funny!â
âMaybe not,â he admitted, though his lips were still twitching with amusement. âBut youâre freaking out over here, hiding them like I wasnât gonna notice.â
âI wasnât freaking out!â you lied, folding your arms across your chest again. âI was just⌠assessing the situation.â
He raised an eyebrow, waving one of the tests in front of your face. âAssessing, huh? And whatâs the situation, then?â
You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. âI donât know, okay? I havenât looked at them yet!â
There was a beat of silence. Thenâ
âWait, you havenât looked?â Buckyâs voice was filled with genuine disbelief. âYouâve been pacing around in here, stressing yourself out, and you havenât even checked?â
âIâm not ready!â you snapped defensively. âI mean⌠what if theyâre positive?â
Buckyâs grin softened into something more genuine, and he stepped forward, gently cupping your cheek. âThen theyâre positive.â
Your eyes met his, the sincerity and calmness in his gaze making some of your panic ebb away. âBut weâre not evenâ I mean, this was supposed to beââ
âA bet?â he finished softly, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. âYeah. I remember. But bets donât always go the way you plan.â
You swallowed hard, your heart still hammering wildly. âYouâre not⌠mad?â
âMad?â he repeated, his expression incredulous. âWhy the hell would I be mad? I mean, sure, this is unexpected. But mad?â He shook his head, chuckling softly. âCâmon, Y/N. You really think Iâd be mad about having a family with you?â
The words made your heart stutter, and you stared up at him, wide-eyed. âBuckyâŚâ
âLetâs just see what they say, alright?â he murmured gently, stepping back and nodding toward the tests. âNo more freaking out until we know.â
With trembling hands, you turned each test over, your breath hitching as you looked at the results.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
Buckyâs grin had barely faded before the reality of the situation seemed to really hit him this time. His gaze drifted back to the three tests lined up on the sink, and you watched as his face slowly drained of colour.
âBucky?â you asked cautiously, noticing the way his grip on your arm loosened slightly.
He blinked, his eyes darting between you and the tests like he was trying to solve some impossible puzzle. âSo, uh⌠positive. All three?â
You nodded slowly, worry beginning to creep back in. âYeah, Buck. All three.â
âOh⌠Oh, wow,â he muttered, his eyes widening. âThatâs⌠thatâs a lot of positive.â
âBuckyââ
âI mean, I knew one was a lot, but threeâpositives?â he rambled, swaying slightly on his feet. âThatâs⌠thatâs a whole lot of⌠baby.â
âBucky, are you okay?â you asked, reaching out to steady him as his face turned even paler.
âIâmâyeah, I justââ He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes rolling back slightly as his knees buckled.
âBucky!â you shouted, grabbing for him as he crumpled to the floor in a faint.
You managed to catch his weight just enough to keep him from completely knocking his head on the tiles, though it took every ounce of strength you had to keep him semi-upright.
âAre you freaking kidding me?â you huffed, looking down at his unconscious form with a mix of exasperation and disbelief. âYouâre the one who said youâd be fine with this!â
He let out a soft, incoherent groan, his head lolling to the side as you carefully lowered him all the way to the ground and raised his legs above his head for bloodflow.
âOf course youâd faint, you big drama queen,â you muttered, crouching down beside him and lightly patting his cheeks. âCome on, Buck. Wake up. Iâm not doing this alone, you hear me?â
After a few more pats and murmured reassurances, his eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked up at you, dazed and confused.
âY/N?â he mumbled, his voice slurred. âWhat⌠what happened?â
âYou fainted, you big idiot,â you said, the frustration in your tone softened by the overwhelming relief that he was okay. âOver three little tests.â
Bucky stared at you blankly, then his gaze drifted back to the sink where the tests still sat in a neat row, mocking him with their tiny positive signs.
âOh⌠right,â he murmured, his face scrunching up as he tried to process it all again. âSo it wasnât a dream?â
âNope.â You shook your head, giving him a half-smile. âDefinitely not a dream.â
âDamn,â he breathed, a small, disbelieving laugh escaping him as he ran a hand through his hair. âI really fainted, huh?â
âYeah, you did,â you replied, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice. âAnd youâre lucky I didnât let you hit your head.â
He chuckled weakly, his gaze still lingering on the tests. Then, slowly, he reached up, his hand finding yours and squeezing gently.
âI love you, Y/N, you know that?â he mumbled, his voice soft and a little slurred as he still looked dazed. âNot like a friend, but yâknow⌠like, love love.â
You blinked at him, surprised by the sudden confession. A laugh bubbled up in your throat, the ridiculousness of the situation hitting you all over again. âBucky, youâre still out of it.â
âYeah, probably,â he murmured, blinking up at you with a lopsided grin. âBut doesnât make it any less true.â
Shaking your head, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, your smile softening. âI know, Buck. Weâll talk about that later when youâre not busy fainting over pregnancy tests, okay?â
ââKay,â he mumbled, his eyelids drooping slightly. âBut just⌠so you know.â
âI know,â you repeated gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. âJust rest for a second, and then weâll figure this all out together.â
He nodded slowly, his eyes drifting shut for a moment before he opened them again, looking at you with a sleepy smile. âWeâre really gonna be parents, huh?â
âYeah,â you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. âWe really are.â
âCool,â he murmured, his head lolling back against the bathroom tiles. âLove you, Y/N⌠love love.â
You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you sat beside him, holding his hand. âLove you too, Bucky. Now, no more fainting, okay?â
âNo promises,â he mumbled, but his grip tightened around your hand, as if even in his half-conscious state, he didnât want to let go.
And as you sat there on the bathroom floor, Bucky still looking a little woozy but smiling up at you with that goofy, endearing grin, you couldnât help but think that maybe â just maybe â everything was going to be just fine.
Ă Ă Ă Ă
First Trimester.
The clock on the kitchen wall glowed a soft, accusatory 2:37 a.m. as Bucky shuffled groggily into the dimly lit space, scratching at his head. He was half-asleep, dressed in rumpled sweatpants and a t-shirt that had seen better days, and still trying to figure out why heâd been dragged from his warm bed.
He paused mid-step when he spotted you sitting at the kitchen table, your shoulders hunched, face buried in your hands. He blinked, his brain struggling to catch up with the situation. âUh, sweetheart⌠whatâs going on?â
Your only response was a pitiful sniffle, followed by another one. Buckyâs brows shot up in alarm, and he quickly moved to your side, crouching down in front of you.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â he asked softly, peering up at you with wide, concerned eyes. âDid something happen?â
You shook your head, letting out a small, hiccuping sob. âI⌠I really wanted⌠chocolate chip pancakes⌠with whipped cream and strawberriesâŚâ
Bucky blinked again, glancing around the empty kitchen as if he expected a stack of pancakes to magically appear on the counter. âOkay⌠uh⌠we donât have any of that stuff right now, but I can go to the storeââ
âEverythingâs closed!â you wailed, cutting him off with a fresh wave of tears. âAnd I really wanted it now!â
The sheer devastation in your voice made Buckyâs heart clench in sympathy â but a very tiny, very unhelpful part of him also found it hilariously absurd. He had fought aliens, Hydra agents, and all manner of nightmares⌠but heâd never faced down a pregnant wife in the throes of a pancake craving at nearly 3 a.m.
âOh,â he said lamely, scratching his head again as he tried to think of a solution that didnât involve breaking into the nearest IHOP. âOkay, um⌠we can make pancakes without chocolate chips, right?â
âBut I donât want plain pancakes!â you cried, your voice wobbling dangerously. âI want chocolate chip pancakes! And⌠and I want whipped cream on top, but we donât have any!â
Bucky swallowed, his panic rising as you continued to cry. He was the Winter Soldier, damn it. He could handle this. There had to be a way out of this. âOkay, alright. Just breathe, okay? How about⌠uh⌠what if I make you some toast? Iâll put some Nutella on it? Itâs kind of like chocolate.â
âItâs not the same!â you sobbed, burying your face in your hands again. âI want⌠pancakesâŚâ
Bucky let out a helpless laugh, running a hand down his face as he glanced at the empty fridge like it was somehow betraying him. âBaby, youâre killing me here.â
You sniffled, peeking out from between your fingers with watery eyes. âYou donât understand, Buck. I can taste the pancakes. I can taste the strawberries⌠I can feel the whipped creamâŚâ
Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it again, at a complete loss for words. âYeah, uh, I canât pull that out of thin air. ButâŚâ He glanced around, his gaze falling on a tub of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. âWhat if I make you a sundae? Itâs kinda like a pancake⌠just cold.â
âNoâŚâ You shook your head, another tear rolling down your cheek. âItâs not pancakesâŚâ
Bucky let out a long, dramatic sigh, his hands resting on his knees. âOkay, okay. Hereâs the deal. Tomorrow morning, Iâm gonna wake up, and Iâm going to go get you all the chocolate chips and whipped cream and strawberries you want, alright? Iâll make a pancake buffet.â
âBut I want it now,â you murmured miserably, rubbing at your eyes.
âI know, sweetheart. I know,â he cooed gently, reaching out to pat your head awkwardly. âBut unless you want me to bust into some diner and get myself arrested, Iâm gonna need you to hang in there for a few more hours.â
Your lips trembled, and you nodded reluctantly, sniffling again. âIâm being ridiculous, arenât I?â
Bucky smiled softly, his heart melting a little. âNah. Youâre growing a tiny human.â Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, âAlthough, I gotta say, if I can handle your craving meltdowns, I think I deserve some kind of medal. Or at least, like⌠superhero husband status.â
A small, watery laugh escaped you despite yourself, and Buckyâs smile widened triumphantly.
âThere she is,â he murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to your temple. âLook, we canât have pancakes right now, but how about we get creative? Maybe I can whip something up with what we do have? Iâm talking PB&J sandwich sculptures. Or,â he gasped dramatically, âa waffle made out of popcorn!â
Your eyebrows furrowed, but the corners of your mouth twitched. âPopcorn waffles?â
âHey, donât knock it âtil you try it,â he said with an exaggeratedly serious expression. âThis could be a revolutionary invention, Y/N. We could change the breakfast game forever.â
You couldnât help but giggle, wiping at your tears as Buckyâs ridiculousness slowly chased away the lingering sadness. âYouâre such a weirdo, you know that?â
âYeah, but you married me,â he shot back, a grin spreading across his face. âSo whoâs the real weirdo?â
âStill you,â you teased softly, shaking your head.
Bucky let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. âWow, so rude. No respect for the man whoâs about to go MacGyver your snack cravings at 3 a.m.â
You smiled despite yourself, reaching out to take his hand. âThank you, Buck.â
âAnything for you, sweetheart,â he murmured, squeezing your hand gently. âNow, what do you say we get a little creative in this kitchen and see if we canât make something thatâll make these pancake cravings shut up for a bit?â
âOkay,â you agreed, the warmth of his hand in yours grounding you. âBut Iâm holding you to that pancake buffet tomorrow morning.â
âPancake buffet with extra chocolate chips, whipped cream, and strawberries,â he promised with a mock salute. âYouâve got my word.â
And as Bucky scoured the pantry for the weirdest possible combinations â âHow do you feel about a peanut butter, banana, and potato chip sandwich?â â you couldnât help but laugh, the weight of your cravings lightening in the face of his relentless optimism and willingness to do whatever it took to make you smile.
âWorldâs best husband,â you murmured fondly as he started arranging sandwich slices into a goofy face.
âDamn right,â he replied with a wink, holding up the plate proudly. âAnd this? This is my masterpiece.â
You took one look at the ridiculous sandwich sculpture â a lopsided smile made from pickle slices and a beard of crumbled crackers â and the tears came flooding back, but this time they were unstoppable.
âBucky⌠youâre⌠youâre the best husband⌠in the world!â you sobbed, your shoulders shaking as you buried your face in your hands.
âWhoa, whoa, waitâhold on!â Bucky stammered, his eyes widening in alarm as he quickly set the plate down and moved back to your side. âWhat⌠why are you crying? Sweetheart, itâs just a sandwich! A really ugly sandwich, butââ
You let out another wail, shaking your head as more tears spilled over. âNo, itâs not that! Itâs you! Youâre just soâso good, and sweet, andâand I donât deserve you!â
Bucky froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.Â
âWait, what? Where did that come from?â He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around as if he expected someone to pop out with a manual for how to handle this. âHey, you deserve everything, okay? Even pancakes at 3 a.m. if I could make it happen.â
âI just⌠youâre always trying so hard, and youâre just⌠youâre amazing,â you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand like it was a lifeline. âAnd Iâm crying because I canât have pancakes, and Iâm a mess, and youâre making me a weird pickle-beard sandwichâŚâ
Bucky stared at you, completely lost, before he finally let out a helpless, incredulous laugh. âOkay, okay, Iâm officially out of my depth here,â he muttered, gently pulling you into his arms and patting your back awkwardly. âBut hey, letâs save the compliments for when Iâm not half-asleep, yeah?â
You nodded miserably against his chest, your sobs starting to subside as his steady heartbeat grounded you.
âGood, because youâre gonna make me cry if you keep this up,â he joked softly, running a soothing hand through your hair. âAnd no one wants to see the Winter Soldier ugly-cry over a pancake buffet.â
You let out a watery giggle at that, sniffling as you pulled back to look up at him. âYouâre really gonna get me all the pancakes tomorrow?â
âEvery last one,â he promised, his smile gentle and reassuring. âNow come on, letâs see if we can make this popcorn waffle thing work. Youâll need to tell our kid one day that their mom ate the weirdest thing ever while pregnant,â Bucky finished with a grin, his hand sliding down to gently cup your cheek as he wiped away the lingering tears with his thumb. âThat way, when they give us a hard time as teenagers, I can say, âHey, kid, I made your mom a popcorn waffle at 3 a.m. She bettered have loved me.ââ
You laughed again, hiccupping through the tears as you tried to calm yourself. âYouâre crazy, you know that?â
Bucky shrugged, his lips twitching up into a lopsided smile. âMaybe. But you married me, so what does that say about you?â
âThat Iâm a glutton for punishment,â you teased softly, feeling some of the tension start to ease as his thumb continued its gentle, comforting strokes on your cheek.
âOr just smart enough to know when youâve got a good thing,â he murmured back, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. âAnd Iâm gonna keep being that good thing â even when it means making bizarre snacks and wrangling your tears at stupid oâclock in the morning.â
You let out a shaky breath, smiling up at him as you looped your arms around his neck. âI love you, Bucky.â
His eyes softened, his gaze locking onto yours as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours. âI love you too, sweetheart. And weâre gonna figure out this whole craving thing. Even if it means starting a midnight pancake truck or something.â
The image of Bucky in an apron, serving pancakes from a food truck, was so ridiculous that you let out a genuine, hearty laugh. âA pancake truck?â
âWhy not?â He smirked, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair. âIâd be the hottest pancake chef around. Weâd have a line out the door.â
âBecause everyoneâs desperate for pancakes at three in the morning?â you asked, still smiling.
âExactly,â he said with a mock-serious nod. âTheyâd be calling me the Pancake Soldier instead of the Winter Soldier.â
You couldnât help but burst into laughter again, your earlier tears completely forgotten. âI swear, youâre impossible, Bucky Barnes.â
âImpossible and all yours,â he said with a wink, then glanced at the kitchen. âNow, how about we whip up some sort of Frankenstein snack to tide you over until the morning, huh?â
With another sniffle and a smile, you nodded. âAlright. But Iâm still holding you to that pancake buffet.â
âWouldnât dream of backing out,â he promised, kissing your forehead again before guiding you to a chair. âYou sit right here, and let Chef Barnes work his magic.â
You watched as Bucky moved around the kitchen, his clumsy efforts at âcreativeâ snack-making bringing a smile to your face despite the ridiculousness of it all. He muttered under his breath, concocting weird combinations â âWhat if we crush some pretzels on top?â â and talking to the food like it would reveal some hidden trick.
Eventually, he managed to cobble together another makeshift treat: a peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwich with a few random M&Ms sprinkled on top for good measure. It looked as chaotic as you felt, but the effort and love behind it made your heart swell.
You stared at the messy sandwich, your lips trembling again â but this time with a whole different set of emotions.
âHey, no more tears,â Bucky said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âIâm running out of ideas here, babe.â
âIâm not crying,â you sniffed, reaching out to take a bite. âItâs just⌠youâre really, really sweet, and I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Bucky let out a soft chuckle, reaching over to give your knee a gentle squeeze. âLucky for you, youâll never have to find out. Iâm not going anywhere, okay?â
âOkay,â you whispered, your heart feeling lighter than it had all night.
âGood.â He smiled, leaning back in his chair as he watched you take another bite. âNow eat up, because come morning, Iâm getting up at dawn to get everything we need for that pancake buffet. Youâre gonna be the happiest pancake-eating pregnant lady in the world.â
âAnd youâre gonna be the best pancake-making husband in the world,â you replied with a soft smile, warmth spreading through your chest.
âDamn right,â Bucky murmured, his voice filled with so much affection it made your heart skip a beat.
As you finished the bizarre snack and Bucky continued to ramble on about potential pancake flavors and topping combinations, you couldnât help but feel overwhelmingly grateful.
Because, bizarre cravings and all, there was no one else youâd rather navigate the chaos with than him â your best friend, your partner, your ridiculous, wonderful Bucky Barnes.
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Third Trimester
Buckyâs overprotectiveness had started out in small, endearing waysâlike lingering in doorways or making sure you had an extra pillow at night. But as your pregnancy progressed, so did his paranoia, turning him into an almost comical shadow of your once-confident, battle-hardened husband.
It began with the shoelaces.
âWait, wait, wait.â He practically skidded across the living room to kneel at your feet just as you were about to bend down to tie your sneakers. You straightened up, raising a brow, watching him fumble with the laces like it was a complex puzzle rather than a simple bow.
âBucky, itâs just tying my shoes. I can do that,â you pointed out gently, but he shook his head fervently.
âNot risking it. What if you lose your balance?â His words were muffled as he double-knotted the laces, his shoulders hunched like he was shielding you from some invisible force.
âIâm not gonna lose my balance,â you murmured, amused. âIâve been tying my own shoes for decades.â
âThereâs a first for everything.â He tightened the bow a little too firmly, making you flinch. He winced in apology and adjusted it again, softer this time, before peering up at you with those intense blue eyes, a mix of worry and resolve. âHumor me, okay?â
You sighed, relenting with a small nod. âOkay. But just so you know, youâre not going to be doing this every single time.â
He grinnedâvictorious, as if you hadnât noticed how he conveniently âlostâ all your slip-ons just last week.
Then there was the laundry basket incident.
It happened when you were carrying a half-full basket of towels from the dryer. Youâd barely made it halfway down the hall when Bucky materialized out of nowhere, intercepting you like you were carrying live explosives.
âWhoa, whoa, whoaâwhat do you think youâre doing?â His voice was all mock-seriousness, but there was genuine concern underlining it as he gently pried the basket from your hands.
âLaundry?â you deadpanned, trying to tug it back, but he held firm.
âNot anymore, youâre not.â He shot you a look that dared you to argue as he held the basket up high, well out of your reach. âYou donât need to be lugging this around.â
âItâs not even heavy!â you protested, exasperation seeping into your tone.
He scoffed. âDoesnât matter. Iâll take it. Just point me to where you want it.â
Grumbling, you pointed down the hallway. âOur bedroom.â
âSee?â he said with a self-satisfied smile, striding down the hall like he was conquering new territory. âNo big deal.â
You had to fight back an eye roll. âYouâre gonna be like this until the baby is born, arenât you?â
âProbably,â he called over his shoulder, unashamed.
It didnât stop there, of course. In the kitchen, heâd barely let you near the sink.
One morning, youâd decided to tackle the breakfast dishesâsomething you could usually manage without too much hassle. But as soon as you set the first dish into the soapy water, Buckyâs hand appeared out of nowhere, lightly shoving you to the side.
âExcuse me,â he muttered, though it was clear he wasnât asking for permission. âYour bellyâs gonna bump into the counter. Let me do it.â
âBuckyââ
âLet. Me. Do it,â he insisted, holding a soapy plate hostage as he gazed at you, lips set in a stubborn line.
With a sigh, you threw your hands up in surrender. âFine. But Iâm not a porcelain doll, okay? I can do dishes just fine.â
âSure,â he replied, but he was already washing the dishes with focused precision, occasionally glancing at you to make sure you hadnât slipped or stumbled in the two feet heâd moved you back.
It was both infuriating and endearing, and it made you love him even moreâthough youâd never admit it when he was acting like a hovering mother hen.
The grocery trips were almost unbearable. Heâd insisted on coming along, despite your reassurances that you were perfectly capable of picking up a few items.
âWe need milk,â you pointed out, motioning toward the far end of the aisle.
âGot it,â he said immediately, guiding the cart forward with one hand and slipping his other arm around your waist as if to support your entire body weight.
You shot him a look. âI can still walk, you know.â
âOf course you can,â he agreed with a grin. âIâm just⌠helping you waddle.â
âWaddle?â You narrowed your eyes, smacking his arm lightly. âDid you just call me a waddler?â
âUmâŚâ He glanced at you sheepishly, realizing his mistake a second too late. âNo?â
âYeah, nice try.â You huffed, crossing your arms.
âAlright, alright, bad choice of words. Iâm just keeping pace with you,â he corrected, slowing his stride even more so that the two of you were practically moving in slow motion down the aisle.
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all. âIf we go any slower, weâll start moving backwards.â
Bucky just chuckled, his arm tightening around you protectively. âIâll take my chances.â
By the time you reached the milk, you were almost tempted to ask him to sprint the rest of the way just to get it over with. But the truth was, there was something undeniably sweet about having Bucky hover around like this.
âLet me guess,â you teased as you plucked a carton of milk off the shelf. âYou want to carry this too?â
âOf course,â he said, already reaching for it, his expression deadly serious.
You held on to the carton just long enough to make him sweat before handing it over. âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
âUnbelievably in love with you,â he replied easily, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.
âSmooth,â you muttered, your lips twitching into a reluctant smile.
With Bucky being his overprotective self, you had no doubt that heâd be like this for the next few monthsâand likely long after the baby was born. But as much as you complained, deep down, you knew you wouldnât trade it for anything in the world.
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âBucky, for the last time, itâs just a shoe box,â you emphasise, glancing at your husband as he carefully hoists the empty box off the couch like itâs made of glass.
âDoesnât matter,â he mumbles, eyes darting suspiciously to the plain cardboard. âYou shouldnât be carrying anything in your condition.â
âCondition? Bucky, Iâm pregnant, not broken.â You cross your arms, watching as he tucks the box under his arm like itâs a rare artefact. The man is a walking, talking fortress of muscle, but right now, his overprotectiveness is reaching absurd levels.
âAnd nearly at your due date,â he points out, placing the box on the counter with a sigh of relief as if heâs saved you from imminent danger. âIâve read all the books. I know how this goes.â
You snort, shaking your head. âOh, yeah? So whatâs the worst that could happen if I pick up a shoe box?â
Bucky turns to you with a dead-serious expression.Â
âItâs not about the weight. Itâs aboutâŚâ he falters, eyes scanning your swollen belly, ââŚstability. Your centre of gravity is off right now. A box could trip you.â
âA box could trip me?â You arch a brow, incredulous. âReally?â
âYes!â His tone is insistent, and you have to bite back a laugh. This is the same man who once told a pack of HYDRA agents they were outnumberedâjust because it was him and Steve versus a dozen of them. But now, heâs reduced to eyeing an empty cardboard box like itâs a mortal enemy.
Sighing, you sit back on the couch, deciding itâs not worth the argument. Besides, thereâs a certain charm in seeing the Winter Soldier so worked up over an inanimate object. You lean back, letting out a small groan as you shift your weight.
Buckyâs been hovering around you all day like a lost puppy, eyes following your every move. The moment you make the slightest sound, his head whips around, concern flickering in his eyes. So when you groan, immediately, heâs by your side, eyes wide, hands hovering over your belly.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Is it time? Should I get the bag?â
âCalm down, Dad-mode. Iâm just stretching.â You roll your eyes, but you canât hide the smile tugging at your lips. âYouâve gotta stop panicking every time I make a sound.â
âEvery time you make a sound, it could be something serious!â Bucky exclaims, sounding almost affronted. âDo you know what itâs like hearing you groan and not knowing if itâs âI want ice creamâ or âIâm about to go into laborâ?â
âSounds like a personal problem,â you tease.
He huffs, muttering something about âpregnancy hormones,â and kneels down in front of you. Strong hands lift your foot gently, and he starts massaging your arch. You sigh, instantly melting under his touch.
âBetter?â His voice is softer now, concern etched in every syllable.
âMuch better,â you mumble, letting out a little moan as he presses down on a particularly tight knot.
âHey, hey, hey!â Bucky freezes, eyes wide again. âWhatâs that? Pain?â
âRelax,â you say, though your voice is slightly breathless. âItâs the good kind of pain. Keep going.â
You lean your head back, closing your eyes as Bucky continues the foot massage. The man has hands that could crush stone, but right now, heâs so gentle you almost feel like youâre floating. Itâs hard not to feel a little spoiled under his doting care.
But just when youâre getting lost in the bliss of his hands working away the tension, you catch his face out of the corner of your eye. Buckyâs brow is furrowed, and his expression is one of fierce concentration, like heâs facing down a particularly difficult opponent. You stifle a giggleâonly Bucky could make a foot massage seem like a high-stakes mission.
âAlright, alright, enough of that,â you say, reaching down to tug on his hand. âIf you keep looking at my foot like that, you might set it on fire.â
Bucky blinks up at you, clearly having forgotten where he was. He chuckles, the sound low and almost shy. âCanât help it. I just⌠I want to make sure Iâm doing it right.â
âBucky, itâs a foot massage, not defusing a bomb.â You roll your eyes again, but your heart swells at his concern. âYouâre doing it perfectly.â
A faint blush colors his cheeks, but he lets out a small huff, pretending to be grumpy. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
Then, without warning, he shifts beside you on the couch, a determined look settling on his face. âNow, hold still.â
Before you can ask what heâs up to, Bucky leans down, pressing his ear gently against your belly. Youâre about to ask him if heâs comfortable, but the sheer look of wonder on his face stops you short. His eyes close, and he inhales deeply, as if trying to capture every little movement your baby girl makes.
âHey, there, sweetheart,â Bucky murmurs softly, his voice dropping to a gentle whisper. His fingers splay across your belly, his thumb tracing small, soothing circles. âItâs your dad. Just wanted to check in on you, make sure youâre being good for your mama.â
You bite your lip, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight. The fierce Winter Soldier, the man with a list of enemies longer than most peopleâs grocery lists, reduced to talking softly to your baby girl like sheâs the most delicate thing in the world.
âSheâs probably plotting her escape already,â you joke quietly, and Bucky grins up at you.
âNah,â he says, eyes crinkling at the corners. âSheâs too busy practicing her karate kicks. Isnât that right, little one?â
Right on cue, a small flutter against your belly answers him, and Buckyâs eyes light up like fireworks. He leans down again, pressing his lips gently against the spot where your baby kicked.
âWhoa, easy there, sweetheart,â he murmurs, a playful smile tugging at his lips. âSave the punches for when youâre out here. Weâve got plenty of training sessions ahead of us.â
You snort, shaking your head at his words. âBucky, sheâs not even born yet, and youâre already planning training sessions?â
âGotta start âem young,â he says seriously, but the way he softens his voice when he turns back to your belly is anything but tough. âBut donât worry, weâll take it easy. Iâll make sure you get to be a kid and have fun first. No oneâs gonna mess with you. Not when Iâm around.â
He pauses, his eyes misting over for a brief moment, and you know heâs thinking about everything heâs been throughâeverything he wants to shield your daughter from. Slowly, he rubs his thumb along your belly again, his touch featherlight.
âAnd youâre gonna love your mama,â Bucky continues softly. âSheâs strong, and sheâs funny, andââ He glances up at you, his smile turning mischievous. âSheâs a little bit stubborn sometimes. But youâre gonna be just like her, I bet.â
âGreat,â you mutter, faking a groan. âTwo of you plotting against me.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â Bucky promises, but the glint in his eyes tells you heâs already imagining all the ways heâll spoil his little girl.
He shifts again, his head still resting on your belly, and you have to stifle another laugh as he starts a running commentary, complete with exaggerated gestures.
âOkay, so hereâs the plan,â he whispers conspiratorially to your baby. âWhen you get here, youâre gonna kick a lot. Cry a lot. But not too much. Your mama needs her sleep. Then, weâll team up to get you extra dessert when sheâs not looking.â
âBucky!â You canât help itâyou burst out laughing. âYou canât be plotting behind my back already!â
He grins, looking up at you with mock innocence. âHey, itâs not my fault if she wants ice cream. Right, sweetheart?â
A few more soft kicks seem to echo his words, and you canât help but roll your eyes.
âIâm doomed,â you say, shaking your head fondly.
âNo, youâre not,â Bucky murmurs, his voice softening again. He presses one more kiss against your belly before shifting to sit up beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging you gently against his side. âYouâre gonna be the best mom. And Iâm gonna be right here, making sure you both have everything you need.â
You lean into his warmth, smiling as his hand drifts back to your belly, tracing idle patterns.
âI love you,â you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder.
âAnd I love you,â he replies, voice deep and steady. He leans down, kissing the top of your head. âBoth of you.â
With Bucky holding you close and whispering to your daughter, you feel your heart swell with a contentment so strong it almost aches. Itâs moments like these that remind you just how lucky you are to have this overprotective, sweet man by your side.
Even if he does go overboard sometimes.
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⤡ JAMES B. âBUCKYâ BARNES
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Pairing: James B. âBuckyâ Barnes x fem!reader
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Genre: romance, angst and fluff
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Story type: one shot
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Word count: 10k (damn this surprises me too)
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Summary: When Bucky Barnes suddenly starts talking to you you don't think much of it and when he asks you out on a date you couldn't be happier, Bucky truly is everything you could ever want in a man, a man that really loves you...At least that's what you thought until you discovered that it was real all just a bet.
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The music is loud, pulsing through the walls of the frat house as Bucky sits slouched on a couch, one arm draped lazily over the back. The night is already wearing on him, but he knows heâs going to be here until Sam and Steve call it a night, whichâbased on the collection of red solo cups by their feetâmight be a while.
Theyâre all trading stories from the semester, voices buzzing with that blend of laughter and cheap beer. Sam is in the middle of recounting his latest dare when he nudges Buckyâs arm, catching his attention.
âBet you couldnât last a month with someone like her,â Sam says, nodding toward the corner of the room.
Bucky glances up, following Samâs gaze until he spots you. Youâre perched near the bookshelf, alone and fidgeting with your drink as you flip through a book someone left behind. Heâs seen you around campus before, usually with your nose buried in a novel or surrounded by a pile of textbooks. Thereâs something unassuming about you, something quiet and untouchable. His friends know heâs more the type to go for a party girlâsomeone loud, someone who doesnât ask too many questions.
âWhat, the bookworm?â Bucky scoffs, raising an eyebrow. But his friends donât let up, and soon Steve and Sam are egging him on.
âYouâre always chasing the same type,â Steve chimes in. âWhat are you afraid of, that sheâd actually challenge you?â
Bucky laughs, rolling his eyes. He knows he should shut it down, but their teasing digs at him, scratching at that competitive edge thatâs always lurking just beneath his smirk.
âAll right,â Bucky finally says, shrugging. âIâll do it. One month.â
His friends exchange knowing grins, slapping him on the back. But as soon as the words leave his mouth, Bucky feels a strange knot settle low in his stomachâa feeling heâs not used to. He brushes it off. Itâs just a game, a challenge. Itâs not like heâs actually going to care.
The next day, youâre tucked into your usual corner in the library, surrounded by a fortress of books. You barely notice him when he walks up, leaning against the edge of the table with a casual confidence that doesnât match the usual quiet of the space.
âMind if I join you?â His voice is smooth, low enough that you almost have to lean in to hear him clearly.
You glance up, surprised to see Bucky Barnes standing there, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Youâve seen him around campusâheâs hard to miss with that leather jacket and effortlessly messy hair, the type of guy who always has someone laughing beside him.
âSure,â you murmur, unsure of what else to say as you move your books aside, offering him a seat. Youâre used to people mostly ignoring you here. Itâs your refuge, your sanctuary. So when he sits across from you, stretching out as if he belongs there, it feels jarringly out of place.
âYou look like youâre buried in work,â he observes, nodding at the mountain of papers in front of you. âWhatâs got you so busy?â
You hesitate, but something in his easygoing manner convinces you to answer. âJustâŚassignments. Trying to keep up with everything.â You give him a small smile, your guard still up but feeling oddly curious.
âWhatâs your major?â he asks, and the question catches you off guard. Most people donât bother to ask; they assume or donât care enough to wonder. He listens as you talk about your studies, nodding, asking small questions. Before you know it, youâre telling him more than you intended, falling into an easy rhythm that surprises you.
It becomes a pattern. Over the next few weeks, he finds reasons to run into youâat the coffee shop, in the library, even in the quad between classes. Each time, he stays a little longer, asks a little more, his eyes holding yours with that subtle intensity he wears so well. At first, youâre wary, cautious of his attention. But Bucky is good, easing his way in like he has all the time in the world, his jokes and questions slowly weaving a thread of trust between you two.
And Bucky? Heâs surprised at how much he finds himself drawn to you. Each time you laugh, he catches himself watching, feeling something strange and warm unfurl in his chest. Thereâs a gentleness in you, a quiet intelligence, that keeps him coming back even as he reminds himself this isnât supposed to mean anything.
But the longer he spends time with you, the more he feels the weight of what he agreed to, creeping up on him every time he catches your smile, every time you look at him like heâs someone worth knowing.
He tells himself itâs just part of the bet. But deep down, he knows heâs starting to cross a line he never meant to touch.
Itâs been a few weeks since Bucky started spending time with you, and against every reminder he gives himself, heâs found himself looking forward to it more than he wants to admit. He tells himself itâs harmlessâheâs just getting to know you, just finding ways to pass the time. But he knows heâs lying, especially when he starts finding excuses to see you outside of the library or when he catches himself glancing at his phone, hoping for a text from you.
One night, back at the frat house, heâs lounging with Sam and Steve again, half-listening to their conversation when Sam nudges him.
âSo, Barnes. Howâs it going with the bookworm?â Sam asks with a knowing smirk. Bucky rolls his eyes, trying to brush it off, but Sam isnât so easily deterred. âDonât tell me youâre catching feelings.â
Bucky scoffs, forcing a laugh to keep the truth buried. âItâs going fine. Like I said, a monthâs no problem.â
Sam exchanges a glance with Steve, a wicked grin spreading across his face. âLetâs make this interesting then. If you really want to win this thing, youâve got to take it further.â
Buckyâs jaw clenches. âFurther?â He has a bad feeling about where this is going.
Steve raises his eyebrows. âCome on, Buck. Youâve been hanging out with her, sure, but weâre talking about actually making her fall for you. Ask her out, and, you knowââ He raises an eyebrow meaningfully.
âSleep with her,â Sam adds bluntly, laughing. âSeal the deal, and thereâs two hundred bucks in it for you.â
Bucky hesitates, that uncomfortable knot tightening in his stomach again. He tells himself itâs just a stupid bet. Heâs done things like this beforeâgotten close to people just to prove he could, had plenty of meaningless hookups that never meant a thing. Heâs Bucky Barnes, the guy who doesnât do commitment or complications. But for some reason, picturing it with you makes him feelâŚoff.
âFine,â he says after a beat, his voice steady, betraying nothing of the uncertainty heâs trying to ignore. âTwo hundred bucks. Done.â
The next day, he texts you, his fingers hovering over the keys a little too long before he finally sends, Hey, you free Friday? Let me take you out somewhere nice.
When you see his message, your heart skips a beat. Itâs been a while since anyone has asked you on an actual date, and even longer since youâve felt genuinely excited about someone. Buckyâs been different from the startâwarm, attentive, and surprisingly easy to talk to. Youâve caught yourself looking forward to his company, replaying the moments he laughs at one of your jokes or leans in close enough for you to catch a hint of his cologne.
After a second, you type back, Yeah, Iâd love to! You add a smiley face, feeling almost giddy as you press send.
The days leading up to Friday drag by, each one marked with bursts of nerves and anticipation. You spend a little more time getting ready than usual, finally deciding on a simple but pretty dress that makes you feel confident. When Bucky picks you up, his usual leather jacket replaced with a dark button-up, you feel a thrill of excitement. He looks genuinely happy to see you, his eyes scanning over you appreciatively as he gives you a lopsided grin.
âYou look amazing,â he says, his gaze warm. Thereâs something softer in his eyes, something that makes you blush.
âThanks,â you mumble, smiling as you walk beside him. He leads you to a small Italian place tucked away from campus, the kind of cozy, dimly lit restaurant you wouldnât have expected him to know about. The conversation flows easily between you two, laughter spilling out as you talk about classes, hometowns, and childhood memories.
The night feels magical, almost surreal, and you start to wonder if maybe, just maybe, thereâs something real here. Every time his hand brushes against yours, a spark shoots up your spine. And when he reaches across the table, fingers lightly grazing your wrist as he laughs at something you said, your heart flutters in a way thatâs both thrilling and terrifying.
After dinner, he suggests taking a walk, and soon youâre strolling through the quiet streets, the chill of the night air making you shiver just slightly. Without a word, Bucky slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. It feels so natural, like you belong there.
âYou know, I donât think Iâve ever been on a date this nice,â you admit, smiling up at him, your voice soft.
He chuckles, though it sounds slightly strained. âReally? I find that hard to believe.â
You shrug, trying to brush it off. âI guess Iâve just neverâŚmet anyone like you before.â
Thereâs a flash of something in his eyesâguilt, maybe, or regret. But itâs gone as quickly as it came, replaced with that charming grin. He steps closer, his arm slipping from your shoulders, and you hold your breath as he cups your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.
âYouâre pretty amazing, you know that?â he murmurs, his voice low.
You feel like the world has stopped, your heart pounding in your chest. This is the moment youâve been dreaming of, the moment where everything finally falls into place.
But for Bucky, something sharp and painful twists inside him. He can feel the weight of what heâs doing pressing down on him, can see the way your eyes look at him with such unguarded trust, and itâs enough to make his stomach turn. Heâs never felt guilty over a stupid bet before, but right now, the idea of hurting you feels unbearable.
âHey,â he says softly, his hand still on your cheek. âYou trust me, right?â
Your eyes widen, and you nod slowly, too caught up in the moment to notice the tension in his gaze. âYeah,â you whisper, a small smile forming on your lips.
He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours as he takes a steadying breath. âGood,â he says, trying to keep his voice steady. Because if heâs going to go through with this, he tells himself he has to believe that none of it mattersâthat he wonât let himself care. But even as he kisses you, his lips soft and warm against yours, he knows heâs lying to himself.
The days after that first date drift into a series of moments that feel surreal, almost like theyâre happening to someone else. You find yourself checking your phone at odd times, waiting for his texts, smiling down at your screen whenever his name lights up. Bucky is a part of your routine now, and it feels strange, thrilling even, like thereâs this magnetic force that draws you to him despite every bit of caution you try to hold onto.
Every time youâre with him, the outside world fades. He makes you laugh with stories about his friends, leaning in close, his voice warm and low as if heâs sharing some secret just for you. You catch yourself stealing glances when heâs not lookingâat the way his jaw clenches when heâs lost in thought or how his eyes soften when he looks at you, a mix of curiosity and something you canât quite name.
Itâs after one of your study sessions at the library that Bucky invites you over to his dorm room for the first time. He tells you heâs got some old movies youâve probably never seen, and, honestly, heâs rightâyouâd never pictured Bucky as the type to own black-and-white classics, but thatâs exactly what he has, a surprisingly large collection lined up on a low shelf near his TV. He insists you pick one, and soon youâre sitting side by side on his couch, your legs tucked up beneath you, feeling almost shy in the soft glow of the screen.
The movie starts, but his arm stretches along the back of the couch, barely brushing your shoulders. The faintest touch sends electricity through you, but you stay quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment. Then, halfway through the movie, he shifts, glancing at you.
âYou can get closer, you know,â he murmurs, his eyes glinting with something mischievous yet gentle.
Your heart flutters as you scoot closer, until youâre tucked into his side, his arm draped around you in a way that feels possessive yet comforting. He smells faintly like cedar and something distinctly him, a scent thatâs becoming familiar. Before you know it, your head is resting on his shoulder, his hand absently tracing patterns on your arm, and you feel like you could stay there forever.
Time slips by in a collection of small, perfect moments. There are more datesâlittle coffee shops tucked away from campus, a bookstore where he buys you a copy of a novel you mentioned in passing, a late-night diner where you both end up after laughing so hard that you canât breathe. You never expected him to be so attentive, so eager to listen to your stories and learn every detail about your life. He even surprises you with your favorite snack on study nights, tossing it to you with a grin before leaning in close to steal a bite for himself.
One evening, after a long day of classes and a surprise text from Bucky inviting you over, you find yourself curled up on his couch once again. This time, heâs stretched out beside you, one arm tucked under his head while the other rests around your shoulders. His fingers brush against your arm absently, and you canât help but notice how natural this feels. Itâs terrifying, too, the way he seems to melt into your life so effortlessly, as if heâs always been there.
You glance up at him, catching him mid-laugh as he recounts an embarrassing story about Sam, who apparently tried to show off on a skateboard and ended up with a sprained ankle.
âYouâre terrible,â you tease, nudging him with your shoulder, though youâre laughing too.
âOh, come on. It was hilarious,â he insists, grinning down at you. He tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your lips for just a second, and your laughter fades as something shifts between you.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you ask softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He shrugs, the corner of his mouth twitching in a faint smile. âI justâŚcanât believe youâre real sometimes.â
The words catch you off guard, and for a moment, youâre too stunned to reply. But then he leans down, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. The kiss deepens slowly, each touch feeling like a promise, and you lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace, forgetting every doubt, every insecurity that ever kept you guarded.
As the weeks pass, you find yourself falling harder than you ever expected. Bucky seems to find every crack in your armor, every scar and hidden fear, and instead of pulling away, he draws closer, listening to your stories and letting you into his own in ways that leave you breathless. Heâs there to listen on your tough days, wrapping his arms around you and murmuring words of reassurance. Heâs there on your good days, too, laughing with you, pressing kisses to your forehead as if he canât believe his luck.
One night, youâre back on his couch, cuddled up under a thick blanket as a storm rages outside, the rain tapping against the windows. Youâre nestled against him, his arm holding you close, and heâs quiet, his fingers tracing patterns along your shoulder absentmindedly.
âBucky?â you ask, breaking the comfortable silence.
âHmm?â he murmurs, his gaze dropping to yours, his eyes soft and warm in the dim light.
âThank you,â you say, your voice barely a whisper. âFor everything.â
He frowns slightly, shifting so he can look at you fully. âYou donât have to thank me for that,â he says, his thumb brushing against your cheek. âBeing with youâŚitâs the easiest thing in the world.â
You smile, warmth spreading through your chest, and he kisses you again, slow and soft, like heâs savoring every second. Itâs moments like this that make you feel like maybe, just maybe, youâre finally safe with someone, that this is something real.
But for Bucky, each moment with you is a double-edged sword. Heâs never felt this way beforeâthis calm, thisâŚconnected. Every time you laugh at one of his jokes or lean against him, trusting and unguarded, he feels that awful twist of guilt, the memory of that stupid bet lurking in the back of his mind.
Heâs supposed to ask for more. Thatâs what Sam and Steve were expecting, werenât they? They wanted him to win the bet, to seal the deal and prove he could pull this off. But every time he thinks about going further, about pushing this relationship into a place where he canât turn back, he feels that nagging ache, that quiet, gnawing feeling that heâs crossing a line he canât uncross.
He knows he needs to tell you. He needs to come clean, but every time he opens his mouth, the words get stuck in his throat. You look at him with those bright, trusting eyes, and he canât bring himself to shatter the way you see him. So he holds his silence, hoping that somehow, he can bury the truth forever, that maybe youâll never have to know.
One evening, as youâre lying together on his couch, you let out a contented sigh, resting your head on his chest as his hand traces lazy patterns along your back.
âBucky?â you whisper, your voice soft.
He glances down at you, his fingers pausing as he meets your gaze. âYeah?â
You hesitate, then take a steadying breath. âIâŚI think Iâm falling for you.â
The words hang in the air, vulnerable and open, and for a second, his face goes still, his eyes widening just slightly. Then, his expression softens, and he tightens his arms around you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.
âYou have no idea how much that means to me,â he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. But as he kisses you, the warmth of his touch hiding the flicker of guilt behind his eyes, a single thought haunts him.
She deserves the truth.
That night, Bucky barely sleeps, lying awake with the knowledge that heâs in far too deep to ever come out of this unscathed. Every soft breath you take beside him reminds him of how much heâs risking by staying silent. He knows he has to tell you, but heâs terrifiedâterrified that this fragile, beautiful thing youâve built together will shatter, that youâll look at him with betrayal instead of trust.
In the morning, he makes a decision. Heâll find a way to tell you, he promises himself, but he wants one more day, one more memory before he risks everything. Just one last perfect day where he can pretend that none of it was ever a lie.
So he takes you out, leading you down to the pier just as the sun begins to set, casting the sky in hues of pink and gold. You laugh, leaning into him, and he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.
âItâs beautiful,â you murmur, watching the waves lap against the shore.
âYeah,â he replies, his voice soft. âIt is.â
But as he stands there, holding you close, he knows that the beauty of this moment is fleeting, that the truth waiting in his chest is too big to ignore. And tonight, when he finally gathers the courage to tell you, he knows thereâs a chance heâll lose you forever. But for now, he lets himself savor this last quiet moment, memorizing the feeling of you in his arms, the warmth of your laughter as it fills the air.
For now, he holds onto the hope that maybe, somehow, youâll understand.
The sunset fades, leaving the world painted in muted purples and blues, but neither of you seem ready to break away from each other. Bucky holds you close, feeling the steady rhythm of your breath against his chest as if itâs his own. He knows he should say somethingâthat he needs to say somethingâbut the words seem so impossible now, tangled up in his chest. The truth would ruin this moment, shatter whatever heâs built with you. And so, he tells himself it can wait just a little longer.
As the evening slips into night, Bucky leads you back to his dorm room, his hand intertwined with yours. You can feel the heat of his palm, the way his fingers wrap around yours as if he never wants to let go. The air feels charged, every touch electric, each shared glance simmering with something that feels fragile and exhilarating. Neither of you says much, as though speaking would break the quiet spell between you.
Once youâre inside, Bucky hesitates. He turns to you, his expression vulnerable, softer than youâve ever seen it. "You donât have to stay if you donât want to,â he murmurs, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand.
âI want to,â you say, the words escaping before you can even think. Thereâs no hesitation in your voice, only a gentle certainty that makes his chest tighten. The way you look at him, so open and trusting, makes his heart ache with a mix of guilt and longing.
Buckyâs eyes search yours, lingering for a moment that stretches into forever. He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his fingers trail down to your jaw, cradling your face as if youâre something fragile and precious. Slowly, he leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss thatâs softer than any before. Itâs unhurried, tender, as if heâs savoring every second.
The kiss deepens, and you can feel yourself melting into him, your heart pounding so hard you think it might burst. His hands move to your waist, steady and grounding, and he pulls you closer until thereâs no space left between you. You can feel the strength of him, the warmth radiating through his clothes, and it makes your head spin.
Before long, you find yourselves tangled together on his bed, the world outside fading into nothingness. Each kiss is deeper than the last, each touch laced with a longing neither of you can deny. Thereâs a gentleness to Buckyâs movements, a quiet patience as he explores the curve of your shoulder, the softness of your waist, as if heâs memorizing every inch of you. Heâs slow and careful, constantly looking at you as if to make sure this is what you want.
âAre you okay?â he whispers, his voice rough with barely-contained emotion.
You nod, feeling breathless but certain. âIâve never been more sure of anything.â
His eyes darken, filled with a tenderness that makes your chest ache, and then heâs kissing you again, deeper this time, his hands skimming over your skin with a reverence that leaves you feeling cherished. You lose track of time, surrendering to the way he makes you feelâsafe, wanted, like youâre the only thing in the world that matters.
When you finally fall back against the bed, your bodies wrapped around each other, youâre exhausted yet filled with a warmth that feels all-encompassing. The reality of what just happened settles in, but instead of feeling nervous, you feel at peace, secure in the quiet intimacy that has grown between you.
Bucky shifts beside you, pulling you closer until your head rests against his chest, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders. The steady thump of his heartbeat lulls you into a peaceful daze, and you feel his fingers trace small circles on your back, soothing and grounding.
Youâre both quiet for a long time, the silence comfortable as you bask in each otherâs presence. Eventually, though, you feel a need to tell him something youâve been holding back, something you hadnât planned on revealing but that feels right to share in this moment.
âBucky,â you begin softly, lifting your head to look at him. He gazes down at you, his eyes warm and attentive, as if youâre the only thing he sees. âIâŚI want you to know that this was my first time.â
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, youâre afraid heâll pull away, that heâll think you were too inexperienced or that you should have told him sooner. But he doesnât flinch or hesitate. His hand moves up to gently cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin.
âYour first?â he echoes, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and something that sounds almost like reverence.
You nod, feeling your cheeks heat as you look down, suddenly self-conscious. âYeahâŚI wanted it to be with someone who made me feel safe. Someone I trusted.â
Buckyâs chest rises and falls slowly as he takes this in, his expression softening. He seems almost humbled, like heâs just been given something rare and delicate. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his own against yours.
âYou have no idea how much that means to me,â he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. Thereâs a vulnerability in his gaze, as if heâs holding back a hundred things he wants to say but canât find the words for.
You smile, the last traces of your nervousness melting away. âThank you, BuckyâŚfor making it so special.â
He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you like heâs afraid to let you go. âIâd do anything to make you feel special,â he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.
You nestle into his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling safe and cherished in a way you never have before. And as you lie there, drifting between sleep and wakefulness, you wonder if this is what it feels like to be truly, deeply in love.
But as you fall asleep in his arms, Bucky lies awake, his heart heavy with the weight of everything heâs kept from you. He knows he should be content, that he should just let himself savor this night and the closeness youâve shared. But the memory of that stupid, careless bet gnaws at him, a dark cloud looming over everything.
He runs a hand through his hair, staring up at the ceiling, feeling torn between the desire to protect you from the truth and the fear that heâs already crossed a line he canât uncross. The realization that you trusted him enough to give him something so deeply personal makes the weight of his lie even heavier, almost unbearable. He swallows hard, tightening his hold on you as he resolves to tell you the truthâsoon, somehow, even if it means risking everything.
But tonight, he lets himself stay silent. He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of your hair, the warmth of your body against his, and allows himself to believe, if only for a moment, that this can last.
The morning sunlight filters softly through the blinds, casting warm, golden patterns across the bed. You stir beside him, your movements gentle as you wake up, and Bucky watches you with a quiet awe, his heart racing as he takes in the peaceful expression on your face. For a moment, it feels like heâs exactly where heâs meant to be.
You blink up at him, your face lighting up with a sleepy smile that makes his chest tighten.
âGood morning,â you murmur, your voice soft and a little shy, as if the night is still too fresh, too beautiful to fully believe.
He grins, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âMorning,â he replies, his voice low and warm. His fingers trail down to your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and you squeeze back, a shared moment of silent understanding passing between you.
The morning stretches on in a gentle haze of quiet touches and soft words. Bucky makes you coffee, insisting you stay curled up under his blanket while he brings it over to you, and you laugh, watching him with a mix of affection and disbelief. This side of himâthe playful, thoughtful sideâis something you never expected to see, and it makes you fall for him even harder.
Youâre both lounging on his bed, your legs tangled together, talking in low voices about everything and nothing. He tells you stories about his childhood, tales about him and Steve getting into trouble, and you share your own memories, laughing as he reacts with wide eyes and exaggerated shock.
It feels so real, so natural, that you almost forget about everything outside this room, about the possibility that this could be something fleeting. You feel like youâve found a place thatâs safe, a person who makes you feel more like yourself than you ever have before.
But in the quiet moments, when you catch him staring at you with that far-off look, you wonder if thereâs something heâs not telling you, a hesitation lurking behind his gaze. You donât press, not wanting to shatter the peace between you. But part of you wonders if youâre seeing a glimpse of something deeper, something youâre not yet ready to confront.
As you leave his dorm room later that morning, he kisses you softly, lingering as if heâs trying to memorize the taste of your lips, the feel of your hand in his. Thereâs an unspoken promise in his touch, a silent assurance that this isnât the end.
Later that afternoon, you make your way back to the frat house, humming softly as you climb the steps to Bucky's door. You left your notebook there, a little blue book youâre pretty sure youâll need for your upcoming assignment. You barely slept last night, too caught up in the warmth of his touch, the memory of his whispered words that lingered long after you left his dorm this morning. Youâre nervous, too; you feel so much for him that it scares you.
As you approach his room, laughter drifts out into the hallway, low voices filtering through the partially open door. You recognize Buckyâs laugh, the familiar sound stirring warmth in your chest, but the laughter feels different, carefree and loud. And then you hear a familiar voiceâSamâsâcutting through, low and joking.
"Guess she fell for it pretty hard, huh?" Samâs voice sounds amused, lighthearted, as if heâs talking about something trivial.
You freeze, your hand hovering inches from the door. Something about his tone makes you hesitate, a strange, unsettling feeling creeping into your chest.
"Come on, Bucky," Sam presses, âdonât act all innocent now. I saw you this morning, looking like you just won the lottery.â You can hear the grin in his voice, a laugh bubbling beneath it. âSo? How was it?â
Bucky laughs, the sound uncomfortable, but he doesnât argue. âYeah, yeah,â he says, his voice casual, light. âIt was⌠good.â
You feel a stab in your chest, a faint panic that tells you to leave, to walk away before you hear any more. But your feet donât move, and you find yourself listening, every word driving another splinter into your heart.
Steveâs voice joins in, chuckling. âWell, you earned it, man. She had no clue, huh?â
âNo clue,â Bucky murmurs, his voice softer now, almost unreadable. You can picture him there, maybe rubbing the back of his neck the way he does when heâs nervous. But the words are there, undeniable.
Sam laughs again, louder this time. âAnd hey, betâs a bet,â he says, and then thereâs a pause before you hear the unmistakable rustling of bills being exchanged. âTwo hundred dollars, as promised. Canât say you didnât earn it, thoughâyou even managed to get her into bed. Didnât think you had it in you, but here we are!â
Your vision blurs, the words echoing in your mind, distorting into something raw and jagged. Every affectionate touch, every gentle kiss, every whispered promise from the past few weeks twists into something ugly, something unrecognizable. You feel sick, the image of Buckyâs earnest smile, his soft words about wanting to make you feel special, tainted beyond repair. Everything you felt for him, the trust youâd handed him so freely, crumbles beneath the weight of their laughter.
Slowly, you turn and leave, gripping the strap of your bag tightly as you make your way out of the frat house. You donât let yourself cry, not yet, not when you still feel the echo of his betrayal throbbing in your chest, too raw, too painful to acknowledge fully.
Hours later, youâre back in your dorm room, your heart aching as you sit in silence, the truth settling over you in waves. Part of you wants to believe it was a misunderstanding, that maybe thereâs an explanation youâre missing. But the memory of their laughter, the casual way Sam handed him that money, makes the truth impossible to ignore.
A knock on your door interrupts your thoughts, and your heart skips a beat as you hear Buckyâs voice calling your name softly from the hallway. Itâs just him now, his voice hesitant, almost as if he senses that somethingâs wrong. You take a steadying breath, steeling yourself before you answer the door.
When you open it, Buckyâs eyes light up, and he steps forward, a soft smile on his face as he reaches for your hand. âHey, you,â he murmurs, his voice warm. But when he sees the look on your face, he pauses, his smile fading. âWhatâs wrong?â
For a moment, you canât bring yourself to speak. You can only look at him, trying to reconcile the gentle, caring person you thought you knew with the man who took a bet to seduce you. You pull your hand away from his, ignoring the confusion in his gaze as he watches you.
âWere you even going to tell me?â Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, a dull ache threading through every word. âOr were you just going to take the money and pretend it never happened?â
Bucky blinks, his brow furrowing in confusion. âTell you what? IâI donât understand.â
A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you look away, wrapping your arms around yourself as if itâll keep you from falling apart. âDonât play dumb, Bucky. I heard you. I was at the frat house earlier, and I heard everything.â
He freezes, his face going pale, and you see the truth in his eyes, clear as day. He opens his mouth, stumbling over his words. âY/N, IâI didnât⌠I didnât mean for you to find out like this.â
The admission twists the knife deeper, and you feel yourself trembling as you look back at him, tears stinging your eyes. âSo, itâs true, then? All of it? This whole⌠this whole thing was just for some stupid bet?â
He reaches for you, his expression desperate, his hands hovering just inches from your arms. âY/N, please. Just let me explain. It wasnât like that, I swear. It started that way, but then⌠then it became real. I fell for you, okay? Everything we did, everything we sharedâit was real.â
You shake your head, pulling away from him, the anger and betrayal simmering beneath the surface. âReal? You think that makes this okay? Do you have any idea what youâve done?â Your voice breaks, and a tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it. âI trusted you, Bucky. I thought⌠I thought you cared about me.â
His face crumples, and he takes a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to wipe away the tear on your cheek. âI do care about you. More than anything, Y/N. Thatâs why I wanted to tell you, I justââ
âWanted to tell me?â you interrupt, your voice shaking. âWhen, Bucky? After you cashed in your winnings? After I found out on my own?â
The silence stretches between you, heavy and unbearable, and Buckyâs shoulders sag as he looks away, guilt etched deeply into his face.
âDo you even realize how humiliating this is?â you continue, your voice a mixture of anger and heartbreak. âI trusted you with something⌠something Iâd never given anyone. And the whole time, it was just part of a game to you.â
His eyes snap back to yours, filled with anguish, his voice barely a whisper. âIt was never just a game, not after the first night. I swear, Y/N, I was going to tell you everything. I just⌠I didnât want to lose you.â
âYou didnât want to lose me?â you repeat, laughing bitterly. âYou lost me the moment you made that bet. You had no right to⌠to play with me like that, to make me believe that any of it was real.â
He looks at you, his blue eyes full of desperation, his voice breaking. âY/N, please. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I need you to believe me when I say I never meant for any of this to happen.â
âJust stop,â you whisper, the weight of it all crashing over you. âYou donât get to do this. You donât get to make me feel sorry for you when youâre the one who lied.â
Buckyâs face falls, and he drops his gaze, his shoulders slumping in defeat. âI know. I know I donât deserve your forgiveness. But please, just⌠give me a chance to make it right.â
Your heart aches, torn between the memories of every gentle touch, every whispered word, and the undeniable truth of his betrayal. Part of you wants to believe him, wants to believe that somewhere in all of this, there was something real. But the pain is too deep, the wound too fresh, and you donât know if you can ever look at him the same way again.
âI canât do this,â you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. âI canât just forget what you did. You hurt me, Bucky. And right now, I donât even know who you are anymore.â
He flinches, as if your words physically hurt him, and he nods slowly, a look of resignation in his eyes. âI understand. Iâll⌠Iâll leave, if thatâs what you want.â
You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as he takes a step back, his gaze lingering on you one last time before he turns and walks toward the door. Just as he reaches it, he pauses, his hand resting on the doorknob as he glances back at you, his voice soft, broken.
âFor what itâs worth, Y/N⌠I love you. I know I donât deserve to say that, but itâs the truth.â
You donât reply, staring at him with tear-filled eyes as he finally steps out of your dorm, the door closing softly behind him. The silence that follows is deafening, and you sink to the floor, the weight of everything crashing down as you realize that the person you thought you loved never truly existed.
The days blur together in a haze of heartbreak and emptiness. You go through the motions, attending classes, completing assignments, and showing up to study groups, but it all feels mechanical, like youâre on autopilot. Itâs as if something inside you has shut down, leaving only an echo of who you were before you met him, before he became the center of your world.
It doesnât take long for your friends to notice the change. They ask if youâre okay, if something happened, if maybe you just need a break. But you give them the same answer each timeâa nod, a small smile, and an assurance that youâre just tired. Itâs easier than explaining the mess of emotions tangled inside you, the hurt that seems too big to fit into words.
Late at night, lying alone in your dorm room, you can still feel the warmth of his arms around you, the softness of his voice in the quiet hours when heâd whisper promises you thought would last forever. The memory feels cruel now, tainted by the knowledge that it was all built on a lie. And yet, despite everything, you miss him. You hate yourself for it, but you miss the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel safe, special, as if you were the only person in the world who mattered.
Bucky isnât doing any better. In fact, heâs a mess. Days have passed, but the guilt, the emptinessâit lingers, gnawing at him, refusing to let him move on. He can barely sleep, haunted by the look in your eyes, the betrayal, the hurt he put there. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees you, hears the way your voice cracked when you told him you didnât know who he was anymore. And the worst part is, he doesnât blame you. He knows he did this, that he ruined everything, and now he has to live with the consequences.
Sam and Steve notice almost immediately. Bucky, the confident, charming guy theyâd known for years, looks hollow, as if heâs carrying a weight he canât shake. He barely speaks, keeps to himself, and they rarely see him at the frat house anymore. Instead, he spends most of his time shut up in his dorm, a shadow of the person he used to be.
One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, Sam and Steve exchange a glance, silently agreeing that they need to intervene. They knock on his door, and when he doesnât answer, Sam pushes it open, finding him lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
âHey, man,â Sam says, stepping inside. Steve follows, closing the door behind them as they both approach Buckyâs bed.
Bucky doesnât react right away, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. But eventually, he sits up, running a hand through his hair, looking exhausted and defeated.
âWhatâs up, guys?â he mumbles, though his voice lacks any real curiosity.
âWe should be asking you that,â Steve says, his tone softer than usual. âYou havenât been yourself lately. Ever since things ended with Y/N, itâs like⌠youâre a completely different person.â
At the sound of your name, Buckyâs face falls, and he lets out a long, shaky breath. âYeah,â he says quietly, almost to himself. âThatâs because I am.â
Sam frowns, studying Buckyâs expression, the guilt etched into every line of his face. âLook, man, we didnât mean for things to get this serious. But if you cared about her, really cared⌠why didnât you just tell her the truth from the start?â
Bucky shakes his head, his hands gripping the edge of the bed so tightly his knuckles turn white. âI donât know,â he whispers, his voice breaking. âI was scared, I guess. I knew Iâd screwed up, and every time I tried to tell her, I just⌠couldnât. I thought I could fix things, somehow, make it up to her without her ever finding out.â He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. âStupid, right?â
Steve sighs, sitting beside him on the bed. âNot stupid, just⌠a mistake. A big one, yeah, but youâre not the first guy to mess up. Youâre just⌠Bucky, this isnât like you. Iâve never seen you like this over anyone before.â
Bucky looks away, a sad smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. âThatâs because Iâve never felt this way before. Not like this. I love her, Steve. And I threw it all away over some stupid bet that meant nothing. I hurt her in ways I canât even fix.â
Sam places a hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. âSo what are you gonna do about it? You canât just sit here, wallowing. If she meant that much to you, then maybe you owe it to herâand to yourselfâto try and make it right.â
Bucky laughs, but itâs empty, hollow. âAnd how am I supposed to do that, Sam? She told me herself she doesnât know who I am. She doesnât trust me. I donât deserve another chance.â
Steve exchanges a look with Sam, and then he says, âMaybe. But you canât just give up without trying. If you really love her, Bucky, you have to prove it. Show her that youâre not just the guy who hurt her, that youâre willing to fight for her. And if she doesnât take you back⌠at least youâll know you tried.â
Bucky sighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stares at the floor. âI donât know if sheâll ever forgive me. I donât even know if I deserve it.â
Sam crosses his arms, his expression softening. âLook, man, I get that youâre hurting. But donât you think sheâs hurting, too? Sheâs probably out there feeling just as broken, wondering if anything between you was ever real.â
Bucky swallows hard, his chest tightening at the thought. He knows youâre hurting, knows you trusted him with something precious, something he didnât deserve. And knowing that heâs the reason for your pain⌠itâs a feeling he wouldnât wish on anyone.
Over the next few days, Bucky wrestles with himself, caught between the fear of making things worse and the desire to show you that heâs truly sorry, that he wants to be the man you thought he was. He writes and rewrites texts he never sends, shows up outside your dorm but never works up the courage to knock. Heâs terrified, but he canât ignore the way his heart aches for you, the empty, gnawing feeling that only seems to grow with each passing day.
Finally, he decides to try one last time. He doesnât know if youâll listen, doesnât know if youâll even give him a chance. But he has to tryâto give you the truth, no matter how painful it might be.
And so, as the evening sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over campus, Bucky finds himself standing outside your dorm, his heart pounding as he gathers the courage to knock. He knows this is his last chance, that this is the moment that will decide everything. And he only hopes, as he takes a deep breath and raises his hand to the door, that youâll give him the chance to show you that heâs not the man who hurt youâthat heâs ready to fight for you, no matter what it takes.
The knock on your door is soft, almost hesitant, but itâs enough to pull you from your thoughts. Youâve been lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to find the strength to move forward, to somehow patch yourself up after everything that happened. When you open the door, you see him standing there, his eyes filled with an uncertainty thatâs almost heartbreaking. Heâs gripping a small notebook in his handsâyour notebook, the one you left in his roomâand his gaze is fixed on you with a desperation youâve never seen before.
âHi,â he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You donât reply right away, the sight of him dredging up the familiar ache in your chest. Part of you wants to slam the door and hide, to keep yourself safe from any more hurt. But you donât. Instead, you meet his gaze, forcing yourself to remain steady.
âHi,â you reply, your voice guarded.
He shifts on his feet, glancing down at the notebook before offering it to you. âI, uh⌠you left this. Thought you might need it.â
You take it from him, feeling the familiar weight of it in your hands. âThanks.â
A heavy silence hangs between you, one that neither of you seems willing to break. Bucky swallows, his face creased with an anxious, uncertain look that makes him seem vulnerable in a way youâve never seen before.
âCan we⌠can we talk?â he asks, his voice almost pleading. âPlease. I know I donât deserve it, but I just need to say a few things. If you donât want to listen, Iâll understand, and Iâll leave you alone. I just⌠I need you to know the truth.â
You hesitate, but finally, you nod, stepping back to let him into your room. He steps inside, closing the door softly behind him, and takes a seat in the small chair by your desk while you remain standing, arms crossed protectively over your chest.
For a moment, he just looks at you, his gaze heavy with regret. Then he sighs, running a hand through his hair.
âI know you have every right to hate me,â he starts, his voice barely steady. âI know I messed up in ways I canât even fix. And I know⌠I know what I did was horrible. I justââ He swallows, his throat tight. âI just need you to know that it wasnât all a lie. When we started this⌠when we first got close, I didnât expect any of this to happen. I didnât think Iâd feel the way I did.â
You look down, his words stirring a fresh wave of pain in your chest. âBut it was a bet, Bucky,â you murmur, your voice trembling. âYou⌠you did all of that just to win some money. To you, it was just a game.â
He flinches, guilt flashing in his eyes, and he nods. âI know. I wonât make excuses for itâI was stupid, and I hurt you. But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about the bet. It stopped being a game. And I started⌠I started caring about you, more than Iâve ever cared about anyone.â
You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, but you force yourself to keep your voice steady. âThen why didnât you just tell me the truth?â
He sighs, running a hand through his hair again, his expression tortured. âBecause I was scared. I was terrified that youâd look at me the way youâre looking at me now, that Iâd lose you. I know that doesnât make it better, but itâs the truth. I tried to find the right time, tried to find the right words, but I kept putting it off, thinking maybe⌠maybe I could make it up to you before you ever found out.â He looks down, his voice breaking. âBut that was stupid. I shouldâve just been honest with you from the start.â
You take a shaky breath, feeling the full weight of everything heâs saying. Part of you wants to believe him, wants to forgive him, but the wound he left is still fresh, still raw. âI trusted you, Bucky,â you whisper, your voice barely audible. âI thought⌠I thought what we had was real.â
He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a desperate sincerity that takes you off guard. âIt was real. For me, it was real. And I know that doesnât change anything, but I need you to know that. I never meant to hurt you, and Iâll spend as long as it takes to make it up to you if youâll let me.â
You study him for a long moment, searching his face, trying to find some indication of sincerity, something to show that heâs truly sorry. And when you see the remorse in his eyes, the sadness that mirrors your own, you feel something in your chest soften, just slightly.
âBucky,â you begin softly, forcing yourself to stay strong, âI canât just go back to how things were. I canât pretend this didnât happen. You hurt me more than anyone ever has, and itâs going to take time for me to get past that.â
He nods, his expression resigned, but he doesnât look away. âI understand. And I donât expect you to forgive me right away. I just⌠I just want the chance to prove to you that Iâm more than the guy who hurt you. Even if we canât go back, I want to be there for you, even if itâs just as a friend.â
You let his words sink in, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the ache in your heart. Part of you still longs for what you had, for the closeness you shared, but you know that you canât rush back into it. If Bucky truly wants a second chance, heâll have to earn it, piece by piece, day by day.
âMaybeâŚâ You hesitate, feeling vulnerable but determined. âMaybe we can start as friends. Just⌠friends. No promises, no expectations. If youâre willing to do that, to rebuild things from the ground up⌠then maybe, someday, Iâll be able to trust you again.â
Relief floods his face, and he nods, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. âIâll take that. Anything youâre willing to give, Iâll take it. Iâll prove to you that I can be better. Iâll prove that Iâm worth your trust.â
You give him a tentative smile, and for the first time in days, you feel a flicker of hope. Itâs small and fragile, but itâs enough to remind you that maybe healing is possible.
Over the next few weeks, Bucky becomes a constant but careful presence in your life. He shows up when you need help with an assignment, offers a listening ear when you need to vent about a long day, and joins you for coffee on campus, keeping the conversation light and easy. He respects your boundaries, never pushing for more, never expecting anything beyond friendship. Youâre surprised at how attentive he is, how willing he is to wait, to prove that heâs serious about making things right.
Slowly, the walls around your heart begin to crack. You start to feel comfortable with him again, to let your guard down, if only a little. You catch him glancing at you sometimes, a soft, almost wistful look in his eyes, as if heâs seeing something precious he thought heâd lost forever. Itâs in these moments that you remember why you fell for him in the first place, why his smile used to make your heart race, why his touch felt like home.
One day, as youâre both sitting on a bench by the campus pond, he turns to you, a hesitant smile on his face. âI know weâre just friends right now, and Iâm okay with that. But I want you to know that Iâm grateful for every moment I get to spend with you, even if itâs just like this.â
You feel a warmth spread through you, a sense of peace you havenât felt in a long time. âThank you, Bucky,â you say softly. âFor not giving up. For being patient with me.â
He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before resting his hand on yours, his touch warm and steady. âIâll wait as long as it takes. Iâll prove to you that Iâm here for you, no matter what.â
And as you look into his eyes, you feel a flicker of something you thought was lostâa tentative, fragile hope that maybe things could be different this time. That he could truly be the person heâs trying to be, the person you wanted him to be all along. And though you know thereâs a long road ahead, youâre finally willing to take that first step with him, trusting that maybe, this time, he wonât let you down.
The night is alive with music and laughter as you step into the crowded frat house. Itâs your first time back here since everything happened, and you canât deny the nervous flutter in your stomach as you take in the familiar scene. But tonight feels differentâBucky is by your side, watching you with a gentle smile as he guides you through the chaos of people, his hand warm and steady on your arm.
Over the past few weeks, things between you and Bucky have been slowly mending. Heâs proven himself time and time again, showing up when it mattered, respecting your boundaries, and never pressuring you for more than you were willing to give. Heâs become someone you can lean on, someone whoâs earned back your trust bit by bit. And, to your own surprise, you feel something new blossoming between youâsomething deeper, stronger, and more genuine than before.
When you reach the main room, you spot Sam and Steve near the keg, both of them giving you a thumbs-up as soon as they see you with Bucky. You laugh, rolling your eyes, but Bucky just grins, shrugging as if to say, Theyâre harmless.
âGlad you came tonight,â he says, leaning closer so you can hear him over the noise. âI was worried you might skip.â
You shrug, glancing up at him. âWell, I figured it was about time I faced the frat house again.â
He chuckles, a warm, rich sound that sends a spark of something familiar through you. Itâs the same feeling you used to get when you first met, when you were just getting to know him, before anything got complicated. Only now, it feels even betterâbecause youâre finally on solid ground with him, without secrets or lies standing between you.
As the night goes on, you find yourself enjoying the party, laughing with friends, and even dancing a bit. Bucky stays close, his presence a comforting, steady anchor amidst the noise and chaos. Heâs attentive, offering you drinks and glancing over every so often to make sure youâre comfortable. And every time you catch his gaze, you feel your heart race just a little faster.
At one point, as youâre talking with a friend, you feel Buckyâs hand gently touch your arm, and he leans in close, his voice soft and intimate against your ear. âWant to get some air?â
You nod, letting him lead you through the throngs of people until you step out onto the back porch. The cool night air is a welcome relief from the warmth inside, and you breathe deeply, taking in the quiet calm of the evening. Bucky leans against the railing, watching you with a soft, almost nervous smile, his hands tucked into his pockets.
âIâve been wanting to tell you something,â he begins, his voice low and steady, as if heâs thought about this moment a thousand times. âI know weâve been rebuilding things, and I know you wanted to take it slow. But, Y/N⌠being with you these past few weeks, even just as friends, has been everything to me. And I canât stop thinking about you. About us.â
Your heart stirs at his words, and you feel a warmth spread through you, a sense of longing thatâs been building quietly since the day he asked for a second chance.
âBucky,â you say softly, stepping a little closer. âI⌠I feel the same. Itâs been hard, letting go of the past. But I thinkâno, I knowâIâve forgiven you. Youâve shown me who you really are, and⌠I like that person.â
His eyes brighten at your words, and he reaches out, his hand brushing your cheek as his thumb strokes gently across your skin. He leans closer, his gaze searching your face as if to make sure youâre truly ready for this.
âCan I kiss you?â he whispers, his voice barely audible in the quiet night air.
You feel your heart skip a beat, and you give him a small, almost shy nod, your pulse racing as he leans in, closing the distance between you. The moment his lips meet yours, itâs like the world melts away, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the softness of his mouth against yours. Itâs gentle at first, tentative, as if heâs afraid of breaking the spell. But as you respond, his hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you a little closer, deepening the kiss with a quiet, aching intensity.
When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath, sharing a smile thatâs equal parts relief and joy.
âY/N,â he murmurs, his voice full of warmth, âI promise, Iâm not going to mess this up again. I want this with youâfor real, no games.â
You smile, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. âGood, because youâre stuck with me now.â
He laughs, pulling you into a tight hug, and you bury your face in his shoulder, feeling a happiness you havenât felt in a long time. Youâre finally ready to move forward with him, to start fresh, knowing that this time, itâs real.
maybe I should've made it more angsty? I love angst, request angst people! lol
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