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dokifluffs · 3 years ago

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You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female)

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose 🖤

“Y/N,” a husky voice spoke your name, pulling you from your much needed rest as life of being a new mother had been challenging though so far, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

“Y/N, darling.”

You groaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake, to leave the warmth that you were so comfortable laying in

The edge of the bed shifted as a weight sat down beside you, making your body move toward the person

You brought yourself to open your eyes as heavy as they were, your vision clearing to find your husband sat beside you, his mask pulled down to his chin

The room was gloomy and gray though the curtains were open, not a bit of sunlight shining through as he looked down to you with gentle eyes

Despite his softer side with you, he was still the head of the clan - and his appearance matched him as well

He donned a black wool overcoat with the same colored turtleneck and mask

“What is it, Omi?” You asked sleepily as he cupped your cheek with his black gloved hand

His black gloves were always an accessory he had on him, whether he was wearing them or not

He had a thing with germs but he also saw no need to get his hands dirty when his men were always there to do the job for him

You nuzzled your face into his touch, very tempted to fall asleep holding him close but as your mind woke up more and more, you remembered what today was

What he had to do, where he had to go

“I’m leaving soon.. I’ll be back in a few days..” he whispered as he moved a strand of your hair from your face

You wanted to pretend you didn’t hear these words, that he never told you he had to leave or when he did

A part of you wished he left without telling you but an even greater part was so grateful that he woke you

“Do you really have to go again?” You squeezed his gloved hand as you sat yourself up straighter

“You know how my father is... He wants to make sure things are... under control.. I promise I’ll be back in two days.”

The way he spoke, the words fell so effortlessly from those lips, his voice low and cutting through the space yet he spoke at a volume as if he was telling you a great secret

“You said that last time and he kept you with him for a couple weeks...” you thought back to that time

You were seven months pregnant, almost eight, at the time and it was like he fell off the face of the earth

You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but reside in the manor and you couldn’t even talk to him

You were alone again

“Don’t go...”

the nights in bed alone, the cramps, emotional rollercoasters, motion sickness, nausea

You at least wished he could have called you

The nightmares you had, the worst case scenarios playing in your head until you woke up with tears streaming down your face, only for you to cry yourself silently back to sleep as fear pooled and plagued you from within

He could see the sadness in your eyes and he could remember vividly the mental torture he was put under

No communication to you and all he could at most to see you was through the hidden cameras all connected to his phone

Even checking in on you had to be done in secret, all to make sure that he was strong enough to continue on the family business even if he had to lose you or be away for unpredictable amounts of time

It was unbearable then and it was still unbearable now

He never asked to grow up into the business of the underworld, let alone take it over from his father at the prime age of 20 four years ago

He never wanted your life to be taken away when you two had already been together when he was recruited

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know I have to,” he sighed. “You know how my father is.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your temple then lips before he stood

“Am I going to lose you?” Your voice broke the silence, breaking through the white sound of the downpour outside

But you had stopped your question early

“Am I going to lose you today? Tomorrow? One day?”

He stood frozen in his place before he could reach for the knob

“No, Y/N. You won’t.” His eyes paused for a bit on you as he thought about his response, the fatigue of being a mother was already showing. “I’ll be able to call you this time and I’m the head now. The only title my father has to me now is father.”

“You won’t.” He stepped back over to you leaned down to kiss you again. “Not today at least…”

“I’ll call you at supper time, darling. Have a good day.”

You did your best to hold onto his hand as long as you could, to remember his touch, his voice, his scent, the way he looked before he walked out those doors

Because some days or nights, you never truly know if you would ever see him again

And it terrified you

The sound of the rain only seemed to get more intense now that he was gone and you were here

But now your day was beginning now that you were awake

You slipped out of the king sized bed, leaving the warmth you had slept in as the soft carpet at your feet, your toes sinking into the fibers

Brushing your teeth, showering in the grand bathroom of the manor, it was a life you surely never expected but here you were

Kiyoomi’s father and his entire family had built their name from nothing to the global known corporation that it was today

You dried your body off, finding what to wear today through the walk in closet and once that was found, it was breakfast

“Good morning, madam, shall I bring you your breakfast to the master suite?” Your right hand maid had greeted you as you stepped out as she carried the laundry with her

“Oh, thank you, Olivia, but I’ll head down to the kitchen after waking D/N,” you smiled to the older maid that had worked for the Sakusa family for decades

All the staff that worked and lived in the estates on the property outside of the manor were trained security, men and women, whose jobs were to protect the main family, to serve them, and to keep others who would pose a threat away and out, even if it meant killing them

But you always tried not to think or wonder about how many people these staff have killed or beat up or anything whenever you interacted with them, especially when they greeted you with a smile

They were there to protect you and to make sure that nothing and no would would ever harm your life

You stepped into the nursery, the wide room decorated with warm lights and stuffed animals, some more than twice the size of your daughter

“Hi,” you smiled so brightly seeing your baby’s eyes already open, looking up to you as she sat in her crib, holding onto her blankie. “Good morning precious,” you lowered the front gate of the crib so you could kneel down to her level

Sakusa sat in the limousine as he watched the scene of you and your daughter in the nursery, wishing he could just turn the car around and to stay home

Things were in balance, he knew this already but his father’s orders were orders he still had to respect

He clicked off his phone, tucking the device into his pocket as he was to be in the car for quite a bit of time before he would get to his father’s

The biggest smile spread on her face as she laughed seeing you, her bubbliness seeming to make all the gloominess disappear

“Let’s get you changed~” you chimed as you lifted the baby girl into your arms, getting a whiff of her heavy diaper and finding an outfit for her day

“Olivia?” You called into the custom intercom by the nursery’s closet, though there was practically one in every room

“Yes, madam?”

“Sorry for troubling you, but could you actually bring breakfast for D/N and I up to the upstairs loft? You could even send it up the dumbwaiter and that’s fine too.”

“Of course, would you like the usual?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

You carried your little girl toward the upstairs loft, one of your favorite areas of the house since it was significantly smaller - well almost - than the living room downstairs

The loft didn’t extend all the way downstairs like how the ground floor’s living room ceiling extended to the second floor

More than ten thousand square feet of property, more rooms in the manor than you knew what to do with them

Four guest bedrooms with full bathrooms, a grand study and two story “little” library, two main bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom and a nursery

So much space, all sorts of technologies, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts in the house

All the systems in the house was made by the Sakusa corporation to ensure security

This even included your and Kiyoomi’s custom made phones

There was also the basement- all sorts of fun activities to be done: a pool, pool table, living room area that opened up to the backyard with the bar and barbecue, the fire pit

and finally, there was the cellar that was the only place Kiyoomi had requested that you never go - and you never did

You knew that look in his eye, that tone of voice and you knew he had requested this for your best

And most importantly, there were three safe rooms, all three upstairs with hidden entryways to protect you, official guests, and anyone in the family

Before you knew it, Olivia had made her way upstairs with the breakfast as you played with your daughter in the loft, bouncing her on your lap sat on the wide couch

The loft was brightly lit and open, toys of all types for your daughter to play with as the TV played the morning kids show

As filled as the house was with the special staff and things to do, it still felt so lonely and empty as you sat there

You had tried to chat and converse with them but they never loosened up, always keeping all the formalities but it was never any use

The storm outside seemed to be getting worse as your eyes gazed to the horizon, spotting the trees at the edge of the estate where all their branches had been swaying in the wind, the paler, underside of their leaves revealed

Thunder began to rumble in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning but both unbothered your daughter and you as the two of you remained in the loft

You watched as she rolled about on a blanket, playing with her stuffed animals and the other interactive toys that played music to keep her entertained while you watched the TV, finding nothing remotely as entertaining to watch

But just before you could change the channel to yet another disappointing channel, your attention was pulled to your phone vibrating beside you, your eyes lighting up as you saw the caller ID

“You seem so bored,” Kiyoomi’s deep voice sounded through the phone but he spoke the truth

You were tired and bored but you didn’t want to sleep - it would only make you unable to sleep later tonight anyways

“I am,” you sighed as you muted the TV. “How far out have you gone?”

“Actually, not too far. Only about half an hour since there was a major accident on the highway so we had to take a detour. But traffic is terrible so we were stuck for quite a bit before we could actually exit,” Sakusa almost groaned thinking about the terrible accident

How he was stuck in a single place for practically twenty minutes

“Wow, do you know what happened?”

“Well there was a…” his voice drowned out in your ears as you could hear something that didn’t sound like rain or thunder - they were too distinctly different

Loud bangs echoed in the distance, bringing your attention elsewhere though all you could look was outside the wall window to the dark skies

But you couldn’t see anything except the normal background of the property but it was just silent again with the white noise of rain washing down the glass, followed by thunder and a flash of lightning as the storm brewed closer and closer

“I’m sorry what? I missed what you said... I think I heard… something weird..” you spoke as you looked outside the windows that looked to the back of the property

You could hear echoes of movement downstairs, the bustling business of the special staff in the house but it sounded standard... or so you thought

“What did you hear?”

“..I don’t know.. maybe it was the storm and I’m just distracted...” you smiled into the phone as you spoke while your daughter happily crawled to you, laying her head on your legs, her puffy cheeks round as ever

“Well, you two were my only source of entertainment so far this trip,” the corner of his lips curled as he picked off small specks off his suit

“That makes one… of us-“ your thought died out in a matter of seconds

You heard louder, clearer bangs while the staff that had been stationed with you just outside the loft talked over their ear coms to another elsewhere

Before you could continue your sentence or call, the bangs only got louder and your body reacted faster than you could say or think

Clear gunshots began firing at the front entrance, echoing off the high walls and ceilings of the manor while the staff worked on securing the doors and all other entrances and possible ones

“Y/N?” Sakusa could only hear the subtle commotion happening but it was clear you weren’t on the phone. “Shit shit shit..” he stayed on the line as he changed to the security cameras he had access to he used to watch you and your guys’ daughter

Looking through the camera surveillance, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing with your phone in hand while your arms carried your daughter as you disappeared toward the bedroom

“Turn back now,” Kiyoomi howled as his driver did just that, not wasting a single second

You ran into the master suite’s walk in closet that led to the entryway of one of the safe rooms, your baby girl in your arms as she held on to you her whines already beginning before they would turn into cries

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, mama’s gonna protect you,” you smiled, whispering, your voice already shaky, lips trembling as you pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. “Even if it costs my life, precious.”

You moved, leaving the master suite and stayed low as you walked across the “bridge” that connected the loft to the other half of the house

Peeking down, you could hear groans of agony, puddles and splashes of of blood on the floor and walls, empty bullet shells on the ground, shards of glass and broken windows

“Search the house, find that bitch,” a deep voice yelled through the manor as for the first time since the loud bangs happened, it sounded so still, like any normal rainy day

But this was far from normal

You crawled across the marble flooring toward the library

There wasn’t any safe room here but the safe rooms were sure to be where they would look, whoever they were

They were able to get through the security, it seemed like the staff was dead

You silently stood as they scoured the lower levels - you could hear them and all the destruction they were havocking

The cars outside the window blurred into mere colors that passed as the limousine sped through the roads back towards the manor

To save time, they went toward the back roads — it was just the slightest bit longer but time could be shaved down since there were no cars anywhere

“Step on it!” Sakusa commanded as his men readied themselves. “Call in Unit 0,” he demanded as he kept his eyes on the cameras, trying to find you yet he couldn’t see you in the master suite’s safe room

Unit 0 being one of the few very highly trained professional assassins and killers who were at the disposal of the Sakusa family whenever needed

He scoured through the cameras, not even caring about all the destruction being done, all he needed to see was where you and your daughter were

You carefully entered the library, shutting the door behind you as you walked over the wooden floors carefully

Every step made your palms sweaty but your heart stopped after hearing a loud creak in the old floors

The worst part was that there was no way to lock the doors

outside of the door, you couldn’t hear too much but you could still clearly hear the storm as a great big window stretched from the floor to ceiling so all the lighting in here was natural

There was something about the walls surrounding the library that made it sound proof in a sense

You constantly bounced your baby girl in your arms to keep her calm as you tried to get a look outside as you approached one of the corners toward the window

“Search upstairs,” one of the men demanded as a handful of men ran upstairs. “Find her.”

The scoured through all the rooms, flipping every room apart, destroying things, tearing the curtains off, flipping the beds, wrecking the nursery

You peeked out the window that faced the front of the manor yet all you could see were broken things and to your horror, more lifeless bodies of the manor’s staff

But before you could look out any longer, a large rock was launched at the window, breaking the glass, shattering it

Your baby girl let out a loud cry in fear, making your heart drop

“No, D/N, shhhh, please, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.” You quickly pulled open the latch to the library’s hidden passage where the door was one of the bookcases

As soon as you closed the bookcase, you heard the door to the library burst open

Several men, guns ready

You scanned your finger print for the room to be safely locked however it wouldn’t let you. All you could do to make sure the room was locked was to see your body to keep the door shut and still

They walked through the wide open doorway to the library scanning the two open floors that was connected by two black steel staircases that wound their way up and down, connecting the two floors

“Shh, please,” you whimpered to your daughter as she cried into your chest as you stayed by the passage’s door so you could look out the peephole

They pulled books off the shelves, throwing them from the second level to the first, knocking the paintings off the walls, ripping them by sliding their knives through the canvas’, kicking them, breaking the frames

The ground shook as you heard a a loud boom, making you jump in your spot, the ground rumbling and shaking below where you sat

It sounded like a bomb went off on the lower level but you assumed it was the cars in the garage since you could hear the repeating alarm sounding off

Your daughters cries began to start back up at the loud noise, as you did your best to shush her

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered to her as you wiped her tears, keeping her face to your chest as you stroked your trembling hand down her back as tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped off your chin

The limousine slid on the gravel outside the manor as Sakusa’s men sprang to action from the vehicle

Kiyoomi stayed in his seat, continuously scouring through the cameras but you were yet to be found

He couldn’t find a single trace of you

His men, as well as unit 0, entered through the blown open entrance, broken shards of glass crunching beneath their steps as they surrounded the estate the best they could, splitting up to eliminate the intruders

“Where are you, Y/N?” His heart hammered in his chest as he desperately tried to find you yet nothing

But before he could look any further, his heart dropped seeing the red system failure message. Whoever these people were, they were impressive, but not fast enough

Kiyoomi now meant business now that he had no access to actually see if you were okay

He ran out of the limousine as gunshots could be heard all throughout the house as half his men made their way to the upper level while the other half wiped out the intruders on the lower level

He followed behind unit 0, making their way upstairs

He clung onto his gun tightly in his hand, finger ready on the trigger as he barged into the master suite, firing two bullets into the chest and head of a large man as he was pillaging the closets

All the precious jewelry he bought for you were now stained in the pool of the filthy blood of the man who had the audacity to enter the premises

His heart almost dropped seeing him in the closet in the first place but it didn’t seem like the man noticed the entrance to the safe room behind the clothes on the hangers

As he pushed the luxurious wardrobe aside opening the door and to his fear, you were nowhere to be seen

More gunshots sounded off, echoing through the halls, sounding off the walls

He couldn’t focus, his thoughts incoherent, unfinished sentences running in his head as he just ran, killing those in his way to find you

A gun war was going off throughout the library as Sakusa’s men fired at the intruders on both levels but they had great firepower too

Both sides hid behind the marble pillars, the different bookshelves and furniture in the room as the rain showered in

Your baby girl cried loudly, her shaken cries sounding off throughout the passage

“No, no, no, please, baby.” Your heart raced as you dared to look out the peephole, only for it to drop as you saw a man you didn’t recognize yell something to another man near him

The man he yelled to fired more shots while the other one approached the passage entrance, banging noises coming through the bookshelf

“She’s in here! Hold them off!” The man yelled

“No, no, no.” Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to keep the door closed but there was no actual way to since this was just a simple passageway

Your daughter cried loudly in your arms while you gave it your all to keep the door closed

Amongst all the shots being fired, Kiyoomi heard the words the man yelled and then it clicked

He knew where you were

“No.” This one word repeated in his head as he pushed through the front, racing past the bullets being shot towards him as he ran on pure adrenaline

“Boss, no!” His men yelled but this only got the intruders to focus on him, giving them the opening to shoot them all

Kiyoomi shot the man closer to him in the legs before letting his body move on pure killer instinct as he grabbed the man who had fallen to his knees by his jaw, snapping his neck

The other man changed his focus to Kiyoomi as he stood to his feet while the other struggled to pull his gun from his holster

Kiyoomi towered over him as his body moved on his own

He kicked the man to the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to the man’s chin, pulling the trigger without a second thought

You squeeze your eyes shut, facing the other way from the door, bracing yourself

“I love you. Mama loves you, baby,” you whispered as you cried, a loud rumbling filling your ears as you felt the door being forced open

This was it

You were going to die

Your daughter was doing to die

you let out a blood curtling scream feeling the hands of whoever grab onto you, pulling you, kicking your legs to try to fight

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Kiyoomi’s familiar voice sounded louder and louder over the rumbling you heard in your ears from clenching and bracing your body and your daughter’s

“It’s me, It’s just me!” He soothed you as he turned you

You couldn’t explain or even begin to describe the relief you felt wash through your body, your heart racing and slowing down at the same time as you broke down, your cries mixing with your daughter’s

“You’re safe, I’m here,” Kiyoomi pulled you into his arms, your body shaking terribly in his arms as you cried into his chest, all the fear you felt flooding your senses

“I know, I’m sorry this happened, but you’re okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap, keeping the passage door somewhat closed

You were already put through enough today and he didn’t need you to see the second degree murder crime scene he had committed right outside

“I’m here, I’m here.” He reached up and pulled his mask off as he kissed the top of your head all over, wiping away your tears with his thumbs but you couldn’t stop crying

But that was entirely fine

“But Y/N,” he held your face in his bare hands, his normal gloves off as he stroked his thumb over your cold, damp cheeks

“Why didn’t you go into the safe rooms, darling?” His own voice was unsteady, his lips quivered, eyes teary. “I looked for you and I couldn’t find you and I thought I lost you..” His voice broke off as he gathered himself the best he could, taking deep breaths

Seeing Kiyoomi like this, it broke your heart even more

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I was just scared and- and-“ It hurt you so much

Everything about today did

But just this moment was Kiyoomi, it also touched you

He was such a stoic man, usually one to show a softer, affectionate side with you but this was the first time you saw him shed tears

A man who had taken so many lives was now showing his true emotions for the two lives he would give his own live for a hundred times over if it meant you and your daughter was okay

“I know, I know, but you’re safe,” he let out a deep, relieving breath as he hugged your head closer, your body shaking uncontrollably in his arms

“And hey, shhh, it’s okay baby. Papa’s here.” He stroked your daughter’s head as she sort of calmed down as the two of you sat together, doing your best as parents to shoo away her sadness while his men did their best to first and foremost clear the bodies and blood

You absolutely did not need to see that after today

“You two are both safe.” He breathed as he pulled you two impossibly closer, letting the shakiness of his own heart disperse

“You’re safe…”

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writingsbychlo · 3 years ago

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rock hard, love hard (03)

word count; 12,598

summary; you and bucky are really starting to find it hard to keep your hands off of one another.

notes; sorry it took so long. christmas n’ stuff.

warnings; unprotected sex, semi-public sex, spanking, very slight food play, I guess?

Your fifth show was going to be loud and busy, you could already tell. There were screaming fans behind the curtain, arguably your most enthusiastic crowd yet, making their excitement more than simply well-known. You won’t forget it, there’d been lines outside the door, queued and up and practically buzzing with anticipation, all thrusting pens and paper, or a phone on selfie-mode, into your hands ready to get their extra souvenirs for the occasion.

It was overwhelming already, the paps had chosen this show to really make the most of it, screaming fans in queues and an impromptu set of interviews from microphones thrust into your face, and the flashes of cameras and lights were already burning behind your eyelids every time you blinked. Finally, security had managed to usher you all through the crowd, inside to be tamed by hair and makeup, hair tugged and skin scrubbed and layered with pretty colours and shimmers, until you were show-ready, and all dressed up.

A new outfit today, the second show outfit unzipped from its plastic and ready to go. Your skirt was a little shorter than you’d ever choose for yourself, but it had flair for the stage, and that’s what mattered. It was tight, a corset style along the front and a pretty design etched into the black fabric, with sleeves that fell off of your shoulders. It almost reminded you of a pirate, and the thought made you smirk.

People were buzzing around, still trying hard to make every shoe perfect, and while you’d all seemingly managed to settle into the routine now, there was still a lot of stress surrounding every show. Mic checks, tuning the instruments, lighting and sound checks and every other kind of check you could possibly think of, it was exhausting.

Somehow, Natasha had mustered the energy to go down and continue the hype with fans, a single call from Tony after he’d heard how many people had shown up just to wait outside - you had no idea what he’d promised her - and she was all for it. She’d taken Wanda too, half an hour ago going down to chat and take photos, and you shuddered just thinking about it.

The clink of pool balls hitting off of one another forced your attention to snap away from the door, Sam groaning as two balls sank away from view, Steve smirking proudly at his shot, watching a third one roll away across the felt tabletop and almost make it home. Bucky was nowhere to be seen, you weren’t sure where he’d gone, or when, making you question just how long you’d actually been zoned out for.

Your gaze flicked up to the clock, large hands tickling their way slowly around as they counted down toward your showtime, and it was getting closer and closer. You were nervous once again, just having settled into the rhythm of doing shows once again, even with the disruption of another band alongside you, only for this being your largest show yet to come along and shake you up all over again.

Your throat was scratchy as you swallowed on it, legs shaky as you stood, and voice weak as you excused yourself to go and get a drink. You swallowed again, the action getting a little easier, and the men at the pool table acknowledged you but never looked up, far too invested in the end of the game now, determined to find a winner before you were called up on stage. They had a tie to break, after all.

As soon as the soundproofed door to the back room was open, you could once again hear the screaming and singing of fans behind the curtains, thudding bass notes from your opening act as the speakers let their music reverberate right through the corridors surrounding the stage. It was thudding along every nerve you had, right up to match the racing beat of your heart.

It was confusing, a new maze of corridors every night, staff buzzing around that were almost too busy to stop simply to give you directions, and so you were more than happy to just wander along, until you could find the hub of all energy. The room was near empty, despite how many people it could hold, several couches laid out and dining chairs surrounding it, clearly a staffroom for the workers here, although none of them were on a break right now. On the counters were microwaves and toasters, even a hob and oven in the corner, with a row of vending machines along the wall.

Lingering in front of one, fishing his purchase from the base and tucking a handful of change back into his pocket, was Bucky Barnes. His eyes met yours, a simple nod as he uncapped the green-coloured sports drink in his hand, taking a deep swig. He licked the sugary flavour from his lower lip once he was finished, long legs carrying him towards where you lingered in the doorway, and he smirked. Hot gaze roaming over your body, you felt frozen where you were, body unmoving and only your head swivelling to follow as he squeezed around you through the doorway.

The only thing that did make you move was the sting across your backside, and the loud slapping sound that came with it, your jaw dropping as he took his lower lip between his teeth, trying to hide the cocky grin he wore, and continuing a few steps away from you. His head turned, no longer looking at you, and heat flared up on your cheeks.

“Don’t do that!” You seethed, the first words that possibly could have come to mind, and he stopped in his tracks, broad shoulders squared and he paused for a second, before spinning on one booted heel to face you again. “What if..”

“What if what?” He was playing with you, it was obvious, from the tone of his voice and the way he was biting at the inside of his cheek once again, trying to seem sincere and failing, miserably.

“What if somebody saw you!”

He gasped, dramatically, his free hand clutched over his heart and he took a couple of steps back, a lot closer than he needed to, until you were looking up at him, only a foot or so in space between you both. “Oh, so you’re ashamed of me, now? You didn’t seem so ashamed last time, when you were begging me to fuck you.”

“I don’t beg.” The words came out as practically spat at him, only furthering his amusement, and you both knew it not to be true. The last second you’d been able to spare some alone time had been days ago, on the road. You’d feigned a headache as Bucky feigned carsickness, letting the rest venture out to dinner with promises to bring you both back takeout to eat.

There were still flashes of his hands in your hair, pain no longer present on your scalp as he’d pulled. Your words had slurred, tears in your eyes as you’d begged him to make you come, babbling nonsense with a mixture of his name in a mess that only he could make you.

Now, he was teasing you once again. Glancing around the people around you both, his hand settled on your cheek, smoothing around to the back of your head until his fingers were snaking into your hair, tightening just enough to be threatening of something more.

You jerked your head back, a move that proved to be wrong because it only tightened his grip, and that insufferable smirk on his face only stretched. Your lips parted, a breathy sigh leaving them as you tried not to moan, and the cocky look in his eyes was slipping to something more.

Those, you’d become accurately aware of, were his fuck me eyes.

You weren’t falling for it.

Taking ahold of his wrist and pulling his hand away, he let you go without resistance, still staring down at you, pulling one plump and pink lower lip between his teeth, eyes hooded a little. “Don’t start this here.”

“Why not?” He murmured, eyes no longer on your own but lower, not even on your face, but staring down at your raised breasts as they were enhanced in the corset style top, and he hummed under his breath.

“Because we’re working, and you’re an ass.” He chuckled, eyes coming up again enough to stare at your lips, leaning ever so slightly closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours.

“Yeah, so you keep saying, doll. Getting’ pretty tired of hearing that.”

“Then stop being so fuckin’ irritating.” You wanted the final word, shouldering past him, your arm bumping his as you did, heading back toward the main room. You’d entirely forgotten your reason to be here, every thought except the ones he was now putting into your head had been entirely forgotten, and you’d been momentarily distracted from the fear of going on stage shortly.

You couldn't get far, a hand wrapping around your upper arm, tightly, tugging you back as you tried not to yelp at the sudden act, his eyes darkened with a flash of anger as well as lust now. “You’re being a real bitch again, but you’re so damn pretty.”

“Yeah, well, you’re still an asshole.” He raised a single brow, actually meeting your gaze now. “But you’re really fucking hot.”

You hated to admit it, but you were the one growing weak now. You could feel the way your eyelids were beginning to droop a little, and the way you wanted so desperately to stare at the pink lips before you, hovering at your eyesight as you could smell the sugary taste of his energy drink still lingering on his tongue. You forced yourself to look up, to find his eyes glancing over your shoulder, before flicking back to you. “Spare room?”

You twisted your head, a janitor's closet behind you, labelled as such, before your thoughts matched his. “Right now?”

“Yeah.” He sounded desperate now, a strain to his voice and body heat rolling off of him in waves.

“Let’s go.”

It was all he needed, the hand on your arm slipping to your waist, fiercely tight grip as he pushed you backwards. His lips were on yours before your back has even pressed to the wooden door, your hand fumbling with the handle behind your body until it was swinging open, letting you both stumble into the darkened room. As soon as it was slammed shut, your body was pressed to the wood once again, his lips beginning to trace along your jaw, your head falling back to rest on the wood, a spot that throbbed absentmindedly, but you couldn't possibly focus on it now.

His fingers were tugging up the edges of your skirt, tucking the hem of it into the tight corset still hugging your body to hold it up, and he wore a cheeky smirk as he did. You were fumbling just as much, slightly shaky hands with the buzz of your excitement and the adrenaline-fuelled thrill sparking through you. The way he looked, you hated how cocky he was but the smirk he wore and the glimmer in his eyes were always enough to get you going, now.

It was almost like something forbidden, something secret and dirty that was just yours. Your life was so public, everything was broadcasted or photographed and out there in the open, you couldn't even go for a cup of coffee with the press reporting it. But this, this was all yours. Yours and his, a dirty little secret that was oh-so-delicious.

His fingers were teasing over your core through the thin fabric of rapidly dampening panties, and you were somewhat glad he couldn’t see them in the dark of the closet. You merely outlined, silhouettes in the dark against the shelves, working almost entirely on memory of one another’s bodies under the touch of your fingertips, fleeting as you went. Your panties were pushed to the side, two thick fingers swirling through the wetness, and you hoped he wouldn't comment on how wound up you already were, but of course, he just couldn't resist.

“Oh, doll, all for me?”

“Shut up, Bucky.” Your words weren’t nearly as hateful or forceful as you’d wanted, not when they came out in the desperate kind of plea your voice had betrayed you with, and your words fizzled off into a moan as those same two fingers thrust roughly into you. A spark of dull pain, one that made your eyes roll in the most perfect way, a cheeky way of telling you to be quiet without him saying the words, and your entire body reacted to it.

Goosebumps rose along your skin, the pumping and scissoring of his fingers as he stretched you out, your hips rolling into his hands to meet each languid movement and your head pressing back further into the wood.

“Oh, god, Bucky..”

“See? Much better. Isn’t it nicer when you’re not running your mouth so much?” You bit at your tongue, nothing spiteful hanging on the tip of your tongue, but instead, a much louder call of his name, the tips of long fingers brushing against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. “Wanna’ come, sweetheart? Can feel you squeezin’ my fingers, I love it when you squeeze my cock like that.”

His words made your stomach twist into tight knots, letting out a ragged breath, simply trying to control the sounds you wanted to make, to keep your voice down in steady whimpers and low moans. “Yes, yeah- wanna’ come. I wanna’ come.” Your words were broken, stuttered out as not to cry his name loudly, and his fingers were pulled quickly from your channel, just as the delirium right before an orgasm had been beginning to cloud your judgement.

The loss of pleasure was torture, like dropping into a bucket of ice water, cracking through the bliss and making you sag back against the door, no longer caring about the pathetically loud whine in complaint that you made. The noise his fingers had made when slipping free had been filthy, but it was nothing on the shadowed sight of him sucking them cleaning, fingers cleaned by his tongue, your thighs clamping together, rubbing needily for friction.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to come unless it’s on my cock.” He spoke the words like he was placing a coffee order, like it was nothing, like it wasn’t enough to make your sex-fogged mind spin like you were on a rollercoaster. Your fingers hooked into his belt loops, the device already hanging open and the button popped before you’d lost your train of thought, tugging him close enough that your hips met.

“So, fuck me, already.”

“If you insist.” His fingers found one of your thighs, hiking it up as you struggled to undo his skinny jeans, forcing them down his thighs along with his boxers, enough to let his cock spring free. He must have been painfully strained against the material. Angry red tip oozing with pre-cum, and as he grabbed a hold of himself, his thumb smeared it around, pumping himself a couple of times. “You ready?”

“More than ready, just, please.”

Teasing and taunting were put aside, he shushed you gently as your voice rose in pitch and need, and he lined himself up. One simple thrust, sharp and angled perfectly, and he was sliding into you like a perfect fit. He gave you a second, your face falling into the crook of his neck, fingers gripping at any part of him you could, just to find something with which to ground yourself.

Then, he moved. Slow at first, before building in pace, until his hips were snapping into yours. His fingers were like an iron grip on your body, one on your waist, one on your thigh, leaving those same familiar prints that were red and often blossomed to muted purples, marks that you’d trace in the shower or when you’d get dressed, smirking to yourself as you remembered the moments that created them.

He was panting, laboured breath that came shrouded with curses and wanton pleas of your name, his voice gravelly as he tried to keep his voice low. You had no such luck, you were far too far gone as he fucked you senseless. Every powerful thrust, his cock angled perfectly and tapping at the spots within you that would have made you cry with pleasure had you any more time or sentience.

No, now you were in a rush, there was nothing but the slam of him inside of you, a feeling that would last you at least the first half of the show, the aftermath of which would coast you through and pre-show jitters and eradicate any anxiety from having a place to settle. You were biting against his shirt-clad shoulder just to muffle your cries, leaving wet marks against the fabric no doubt that he’d have to hide of some up with an excuse for, but you knew he didn’t care.

His hand slipped from your waist, movements growing sloppy as he neared too, rhythm occasionally flattering, and his hand pressed into the door behind you. Slipping one hand between your bodies, you pressed against the bundle of nerves that had been all but throbbing for attention, lighting you up after only a few circles and throwing you into an orgasm to shatter every thought you had.

He was following not far behind, moans and cries of your name getting louder and louder, and even in your utter bliss you had just enough to cup his face, fingers smoothing up to grip his chin and pull his lips to yours.

A messy kiss, one that quiet you both, sloppy and unfocused, as his hand left your thigh. Your leg fell to the ground, shaking and unsteady and if it wasn’t for him you were sure you’d have sunk to the ground. He was reaching along the shelves, knocking over bottles and canisters before he found what he needed. Pulling out of you, fabric bruised your pelvis as you were left clenching around nothing, still riding out your orgasm as his lips stilled against your own, his body tensing.

He came, spilling into whatever rag he’d managed to find, and you desperately willed your legs to keep you standing, even as they threatened to give way. When his mind had cleared a little, he kissed you again, lazy movements of his lips as he hummed in the post-sex excitement, before pulling back.

His other hand slipped down the wall, finally finding a light, and flicking it on, chuckling as he could take in your likely dishevelled state. Your underwear slipped back into place, soaking up everything that was still leaking from you, and you were sure it’d grow to be uncomfortable but right now not one cell in your body cared. Your fingers undid and readjusted your skirt as he tried to sort himself back out, belt clinking as he did it up, trying to adjust his clothing back to the way it had been.

There was a mirror hanging over the dingy sink, you used it to wipe the lipstick from under your lip and smooth down the hair on the back of your head, just enough to look presentable, and pose no suspicions about what you’d been up to. He had the rag in the bin, amongst old wrappers and containers, for nobody to ever find again, and slipped from the room.

A few seconds later, you followed, the halls still empty, and it was a blessing you were grateful for. Despite how mind-blowing it all might have been, it had still been a risky endeavour. As you approached the back room that had been dedicated to you all, you found Bucky standing by the food table in the back corner, taking a heavy sip from the bottle of sports drinks. Wanda and Nat were sitting over in the corner on the couch, looking already exhausted from their encounters, and caught up entirely in their own chat. Steve and Sam were still playing pool, and it was like nothing had ever happened.

They didn’t even notice you come in. It was perfect.

Making your way over, you picked at a few items, placing a cookie between your teeth and taking a bite out of it, keeping your gaze sealed down, even as Bucky shuffled closer.

“Cute new outfit. Didn’t get to say anything earlier. Was a little.. preoccupied.” He grinned to himself, an inside joke that didn’t make you laugh, and you smoothed your hands over the corset on your hips, huffing after swallowing your mouthful. Bucky plucked the rest of your cookie from your fingers, tossing it into his mouth, and ducking out of the way of the weak threw you through towards his shoulder.

“I look like a pirate in this.”

He looked again, eyes scanning over you slowly, and then the edges crinkled, amusement taking up. Clearly, he hadn't thought about that until now. He let out a loud laugh, one that made you grimace with a sarcastic look at him, and steal the brightly coloured sports drink from his fingers. “Hey! I mean, you do, but not the boots, at least.”

“They don’t?” You stared down at your heels, uncapping the drink, an artificially fruity smell drifting out.

“Nah, they’re just plain sexy.” His voice dropped low for the final word, reaching for his drink back, and you twisted to pull it away from him. You took a large sip, twisting when he reached again, a drip of it escaping your mouth and making a sticky trail along your skin.

He finally caught the bottle, taking it away from you, and wiping the drip away with his other thumb, a scowl on his face at how much of it you’d drank, but you only grinned. You didn’t get to say anything else, to argue about your pirate-like get-up or anything else, because there was a knock on the door, and then, it was time to go.

There was a certain buzz running through your body, the time that came during the water break of every show, while you were still hopped up on adrenaline, a thin layer of sweat settled over your skin, and your heart beating almost painfully inside of your chest. Natasha was dabbing at her face beside you gently with a cloth, Wanda was replacing her lipstick in a mirror in her hand, and you knew your hair must be wild, even if you couldn't see it, choosing to smooth it down with your fingers as best you could.

“There’s just something about tonight.” Wanda mused the words, as though they were a thought she didn’t actually intend to say out loud, but she didn’t regret it, Natasha nodding enthusiastically.

“It’s this crowd, they’re electric.”

“I’ve never felt that kind of energy on stage before.” You were remiss to admit that Tony might have been right about this whole thing, because there was an intense energy, one that you’d always felt a taste of with your own shows but had never been fully immersed in like this. Your lips pressed together, the lipstick you’d worn had been almost gone before the show had even started, and if there had been any shreds left, it was certainly gone now. “It's insane.”

Natasha nodded, her eyes flicking over your shoulders, her brows twitching a little at whatever she saw, before looking back to you. She’d always had a good poker face, and you would have ignored it, had Wanda not snapped her mirror shut and spun around to catch a real look at whatever glimpse she’s caught in her reflection. She was never quite as subtle. You felt his presence before you even had to turn, warmly spiced aftershave mixed with sweat, tall frame shadowing the lights from yours, and he held his hand out.

A bottle of water, condensation marred where his fingers had clutched the bottle, pressing it into your hand. You stared at the item, a brief pause, before you’d taken it in your hand gently and he’d released it. Silence fell over both Wanda as well as Natasha, who was no longer bothering to hide her surprise. Wanda’s gaze flicked between you both, an insider on the knowledge, and yet still managing to look like she knew something that even you didn’t.

“Nat, I need to pee. Can you please come with me and undo these buttons on the back?”

“But-” She stuck out an index finger, pointing between both you and Bucky, silenced when Wanda shook her head ever-so-slightly.

“Like, right now. Before I burst.” Your redheaded bandmate gave a heavy sigh, giving in and leaving in tow with Wanda, glancing back at the two of you before disappearing around the corner. You turned more to face Bucky, lips parted but you had nothing to say, raising the bottle in your hands a little.

“Uh, thanks. For the water, I mean. That’s nice of you..”

“Jeez, it’s just a bottle of water, relax.” His eyes rolled, but it wasn’t as harsh on his face as it once had been, your gaze narrowing on him. “Stop reading into it so much.”

You wanted to give some kind of retort, something to reflect the slight embarrassment that came with his statement, but you had nothing else to say. Instead, you unscrewed the cap, falling into a comfortable lull in the conversation with him as the two of you sipped at the contents of your water bottles. You took down at least half of it before pulling it from your lips, panting a little for breath, and relishing in the soothingly cold wash of it on your throat, already growing sore from the singing and performing you’d been doing.

“Y’know,” His voice was an octave lower now, quiet, even with the cover of the music played by the band on the other side of the curtain to fill the gap, and you were curious as to why, despite having an inkling as to what it might regard. “Tonight is the first night in a hotel since we started this tour.”

He was hinting at something more, something scandalous in a fancy hotel room, a real bed with space and privacy and nothing to rush you, and you couldn’t pretend like you weren’t tempted by it. He knew it, too, the flick of his lips up at the sides as he watched you process the thoughts, weighing out the situation in your mind, but the both of you already knew what your answer was going to be. You’d fallen into it, utterly addicted to him’ the taste of him when he kissed you, the feel of his body pressed against your own, the way he made you feel.

“So?”

“I like rosé wine, so bring a bottle, and don’t come by before one.” He beamed at your confirmation, a bright and wide smile that was so distracted that you almost missed the call for you to get back on as the stage director began to around you all up.

“Deal.”

There was once again the flashes of lights burning behind your retinas, more photographs as you made your way through the lobby of the hotel, the only thing keeping you going being that of the promise of a good dinner and a soft bed. There was a rooftop restaurant, Steve had surprised you all with the admittance of making a reservation, and your stomach was growling in anticipation. You’d searched the menu online, and it looked good.

Your hand was cramping, signing autographs and taking phones for selfies, and you were relieved when you were finally ushered into the elevators by the security. As soon as the doors slipped closed, the harsh chime of the bell as Sam thumbed the button for the floor your rooms were laid out on, and you sank back against the wall with a quiet laugh.

The machine came into motion, a gentle hum and some classic jazz playing quietly from the speakers, and Sam broke the silence with a gentle laugh.

“We’re all thinking the same thing, right?”

“That that was a totally insane night?” You supplied, eyes closed and head resting on the mirror behind you, hoping to let tension slip away along with the sigh you let out.

“We’ve never had a show like that before.” Steve sounded just as surprised, and Nat hummed, all of you sinking into quiet once again.

It didn’t last long, the door clicking open, and you were met immediately by one of the hotel workers, cool air from the rooftop restaurant slipping in and making you shudder. Goosebumps rose along your bare legs, your hands coming up to rub at your arms, desperate to get to one of the seats with overhead heaters and plush seats to rest your achy body on.

“I- uh- we have a table for you. A private one, so you won’t be bothered.” The young man was nervous, he looked as though he couldn't be any older than 20, and you wondered whether he’d gotten lucky with being the one to greet you all, or if he’d drawn the short straw. The tremble of his nerves didn’t help you decide. “Follow me, please.”

As you glanced around through the walk, eyes all on you as you were led between the table toward the edge of the rooftop, one of the most incredible views you’d ever seen coming into sight, but everyone around you was incredibly dressed up. Tall heels and long dresses, suits made of three pieces with neatly done Windsor-knot ties, and your simple dress to change out of from the stage now felt incredibly undressed.

“Do you feel moderately underdressed right now?” You kept your voice to a whisper as you leaned over towards Bucky a little, who only glance around himself, smiling at the young man politely as he showed you to your table, before nodding. His attention shifted back to you, lips pressed in a thin line.

“I can’t take my hoodie off because everyone here is wearing a suit, and my t-shirt has a rude joke on it. I’m gonna’ boil.” The overhead lights glowing orange were hot, even the wood of the intricately dressed table was warm to the touch, the leather of your seats the same, and you knew he would be sweating very soon.

“Can I see?” He paused for a second, waiting until the waiter had darted away to get water and menus, before turning. His back was to the crowds, your back to the city-view, and he lifted the edge of his hoodie. It was a dirty joke, one that made you snicker nonetheless as you read it, but it was certainly inappropriate for the occasion. “That’s terrible.”

“If it’s so terrible, why are you laughing, huh?”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t funny.” You shot back the words and he lost all hold over you, grinning himself and making sure his shirt was covered. He moved back, pulling out the chair beside Natasha so that you could sit down, and rounding the table, taking the final seat available and sinking down opposite you. Luckily for him, it was the one furthest from the heater.

The waiter returned, with both a jug of water for the table, and also a bottle of complimentary champagne, as insisted upon by the boss, who arrived moments later with six frozen glasses. It was poured for you and handed out, around the table until cold glass was resting between your fingers, what was clearly an expensive pour bubbling against your tongue as you sipped.

He recited the specials, and his recommendations, before menus had followed. There was a wide and varied choice, and despite all the elegant and fancy options it had offered, you still settled for the simplest, a pasta dish with nothing special, just cheese and tomato with a little basil, and handing it back.

Natasha had never been one to shy away from the opportunity to try something unique, some king of seafood dish with a name you couldn't pronounce had been her order, and Wanda had simply gone with a risotto. The boys, well, they went for steaks. The steak toppers, the sides and the varieties had taken up an entire double-page spread of their own, and instantly, you’d known it had captured their full attention.

The conversation had taken over, as soon as orders had been placed, and it was shockingly easy to slip into. What had once been laboured and difficult to come across was now easy, jokes and laughter flowing easily between the group, and you only watched on, sipping at your dwindling glass of champagne. There was a gaze lingering on you, something hazy and drunk on the feelings of the right, and you twisted your head, letting your gaze meet his.

A soft smile, something you weren’t used to giving him but in that moment, while you were intoxicated on how it felt to be nothing but happy for a few moments, you didn’t care. He shrugged, neither of you were too sure where the conversation had gone, but you reached up, tipping your glass in the motion of a ‘cheers’ to him. He leaned over, a silent acknowledgement between you both as your glasses clinked together.

“A toast?” Sam spoke up, smoothing a hand down his front and clearing his throat, your head snapping towards him as he shifted to sit up straight in his seat. “To new friends, and an amazing night on tour, with great fans, and awesome publicity. We’re all so getting those perks out of Tony when we finish up.”

“To finally getting what we want from the label?”

You cheered at Steve’s words, leaning across until all six glasses were clinking together, giggling at the faces they all pulled as they drank down the rest of their drink, and yet you knew yours was the same, screwing up slightly at the sudden burst of cold fizz over your senses. Bucky reached across the table, refilling his glass, topping up his bandmates’ and yours, before finally, your glass was getting the last of it.

There was also a buzz from the alcohol, a warmth under your skin like electricity that made you more relaxed, letting tension and anxiety go, even if just for a little while.

The others were caught up in a chat once again, and you didn’t feel like talking. You were hungry, and overwhelmed, and full of anticipation. Instead, you anted attention from one man, right now. The one who was sipping at the beer he’d ordered instead of his champagne now, bottle raised to his lips and it looked sinfully good for a simple and mundane act, only furthering your want for his attention.

Toeing off the edge of the boot from one foot, you reached out, starting by running the edge of your foot gently over a denim-clad calf, and his gaze flickered over to you. You had to stretch to the furthest you could just to reach him, sinking in your seat a little, and once he realised the game you were playing, he smirked proudly. Shifting forwards in his seat, he tucked himself properly under the table, letting you sit properly back up and still be able to reach him.

You waited there for a while, foot wrapped around his ankle as his leg stretched out to meet you halfway, a childish game of footsie under the table that made you grin, everything else becoming tuned out to the pair of you. Finally, with just a little boldness and daring, your foot inched higher. Just as you were reaching his knee, his tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip as he held your gaze, questioning you, wondering whether you’d really dare, a plate was hitting the table in front of him, a little startlingly, and you jumped.

You’d never even seen the waiter arrive, meals balanced on his arms. Three steaks, all cooked to different levels and with different sides, but he never had to ask who had ordered what, clearly having remembered. For a moment, Bucky seemed to have forgotten about your foot, heel now sitting between his parted thighs, balanced right on the edge of his seat, ready to tease again. The waiter left, and you admired your own strong patience, letting him sit for a moment as you leaned forwards, admiring the meal.

They smelt incredible, there was no denying it. He was tipping a generous portion of peppercorn sauce over his steak, already digging in, as were the other men, and you couldn't blame them. You were starving, you were willing to bet they were too, and you wouldn't have been eager to wait had your meal arrived first. Reaching across the table, you made sure it was slow, Bucky’s eyes on your hand as you plucked a couple of fries from his plate, waiting for him to move it, possibly even stab you with his fork, but he didn’t.

He just focused on the chopping of his steak, ignoring the act entirely, and groaning a little as he cut it open. It was a lewd sound, one that shot straight to your core as you’d heard variations of it in much more delicious ways than this, and he stared at his plate with the same fuck me eyes he had stared at you with before. It made you giggle, which caught his attention. “Just look at this. That’s how you cook a steak, I bet this is gonna’ be the best steak I ever had.”

“You’re looking at that steak like it’s a naked lady.” His face flashed with amusement of a second, pressing his fork into it and beginning to take a piece off of it.

“Not quite how I look at a naked lady, but pretty close.” The tone of his voice was suggestive, an inside joke that only the two of you, plus a scowling Wanda further up the table who had tuned into the verbal foreplay, could decipher. He lifted the piece up, admiring the tender pink inside for a second longer, and instead of taking the bite, he held it out to you. “Wanna’ try?”

Your stomach said yes, your mouth watered a little and the genuine act made you want to accept, but your eyes flickered over the rest of the table, not wanting to arise any further suspicion, and so you shook your head. “Maybe next time, but thanks.”

He waited, clearly unsure, before shrugging, and placing the piece on his tongue, another ridiculous moan, louder than the last to follow. You would have regretted your action as you watched him chew, had your bowl not been placed down in front of you at that exact moment. Steam was rising up from the pasta, a welcome sight for someone so hungry, and your fork was in your hand poking at the contents before the waiter had even had a chance to check if you needed anything else. He was waiting at your side, parmesan grater in hand, sprinkling extra cheese across the top when you’d nodded, before finally, you were alone again, and this time, with the addition of food.

You let a few moments pass, tucking into your pasta until the ravenous hunger you’d felt was finally being quenched, soaking up the alcohol you’d begun to drink on an empty stomach until the heady buzz was more of a soft warmth along your entire body.

The chatter continued, among mouthfuls of food, a conversation you occasionally chipped in on, all about how the tour was going so far, how Tony had been right - though none of you would ever admit it to him, and predictions about where it might go from here. Everybody was preoccupied, including Bucky, your foot resting against the inside of his thigh now forgotten as it still sat popped up on his chair, and that was exactly how you wanted him.

The waiter appeared, nervous once again as he questioned whether or not you were all enjoying the food, which was living up to its reputation. The restaurant was fancy and it had a lot of five-star reviews online, the prices on the menu reflected its quality, and you hadn't been disappointed. As Bucky took another bite, silent while Sam monologued about how much he was loving his steak, promising his compliments to the chef, to even go back and give them himself after the meal was finished, you decided to strike.

Lifting your foot slowly, he didn’t seem to notice it move, and you pressed forwards, until you could press your foot against the joint of his jeans, through the denim and dragging slowly along his crotch. He jerked forwards, coughing against his mouthful of food, eyes wide and all heads snapped towards him, your lips pressing together to contain your laughter. Withdrawing your foot back underneath the table cloth as Steve turned to clap a hand on his friends back, Bucky patted his chest, swallowing his mouthful, and shooting a glare up at you from under his lashes, head ducked toward the table.

“You okay, man? What the hell was that?” Always the concerned friend, it was so sweet of Steve, and you lounged back in your seat, faking concern on your face as your foot began to tease circles against the inside of his thigh, where nobody could see.

“I- uh-” His cheeks flushed a shade of red you were used to seeing when the two of you were alone, after he’d fucked both of you out, panting for breath and trying to calm back down. “Peppercorn. Spicy. Underestimated it.”

He smiled weakly, putting down his cutlery and reaching for his water, taking a large gulp for the sake of the others, and they seemed to buy it, checking he was alright for a second longer, before turning away. The waiter had left, Sam eagerly jumping right back in on what he was going to say to the chef when he went back there, and once again, the focus shifted. Now that nobody was watching the two of you, he turned, lips pressed in a frown and brows dipped, a glare on his face that meant absolutely nothing to you.

His hand reached under the table, grasping at your ankle to bring your motions to a halt, thumb rubbing across your skin as you grinned, and he was trying to hide his own smile now. He was enjoying it just as much as you were, secretly, trying to hide his amusement as his blush started to recede.

You pulled your foot back, slipping it into your shoe and sitting up in your chair once again. You were no longer hungry, pushing the last of your pasta around your plate as your mind was otherwise occupied.

By the time the others had finished, the plates cleared and dessert menus being passed around the tables, you simply couldn’t wait any longer.

“I think I might skip dessert and just head to my room, I’m kinda’ tired. Long day, and all.” A fake yawn, a soft pout, and then you were pushing your chair out from under the table, not even waiting for a reply.

“Already? It’s only a couple past midnight.” Bucky smirked, covering his mouth with his hand before anybody could see it, scratching at the stubble along his chin. Your tongue clicked, and you only nodded at him, Natasha standing up to give you a hug.

“You sure? You never skip dessert.” Her eyes narrowed for a second, before a quick gasp left her lips, and she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead. “You’re not getting sick, right?”

“No! No, I’m fine, just tired. I swear.” Wanda shook her head at you when your eyes connected, sipping from her glass, and her eyes flicked between you and Bucky. The edges of your lips quirked up, an answer to her unvoiced questions, and she hid the teasing look of disdain behind her glass. “You guys have dessert, everything looked really good, and tomorrow, I promise I’ll stay for dessert.”

“Alright..” Natasha had always been wary, if she was anything, behind all her strength and show, she was the mother of the group. Sinking back down onto her seat, she held your hand, giving it a light squeeze. “Sleep well, okay? Get lots of rest.”

“I’ll do my very best,” Wanda scoffed into her glass, hiding it behind a fake cough when Natasha glanced her way, and you bit your lower lip to cover a grin. You bid your goodnights to everyone, finishing the drink in your glass before leaving, and even as you wandered back along through the restaurant, weaving between the tables, you could feel a certain set of eyes lingering on you, all the way to the elevator. There may have been an extra swing to your hips as you lift, just for good measure.

By the time you’d found your room, key fished out of your jacket pocket from that morning, when you’d first checked into the hotel, you were almost too shaky with excitement to open the door. The light switched to green once the lock clicked, and you made your way inside. You hadn't actually been to the room yourself yet, you’d been rushed around all day with your commitments, and it was beautiful.

Cream walls, dark blue vases and decorations, with fresh flowers set out on the table. There was a note from Tony on the counter beside the door as you closed it, just a simple congratulations for making it this far on the tour, the only genuine bit of writing was his signature under the print, and you were sure everyone had received the same one, but it was sweet nonetheless.

A large bed, kingsize without a doubt, with soft silk and cotton sheets folded and wrapped neatly around the mattress, a chocolate wrapped in gold foil sitting on the pillow. Your travel bag was sitting at the foot of the bed for you, still fastened shut with a padlock, and it was the first thing you beelined for.

Lifting the bag up onto the bedding and crumpling the perfect sheets, you put in the code, thumb slipping across the dials until the lock opened. Tugging back the zipper, sitting on the very top of it was the item you’d packed away secretly this morning. A pretty set of intricate lace and clutches, designs that were sure to excite a certain somebody, and you pulled them out by the hook of the hanger they were fastened to. As they hung before you, twirling in the cool air of the hotel room, you felt thrilling shock move along your spine.

The clock on the wall read thirty-five minutes to one as you looked at it, plenty of time to freshen up and get changed, a treat to surprise your visitor with. Hanging it on the hook in the bathroom and toeing off your shoes to sit beside the fluffy bathmat, you had barely even a chance to look at the dials on the shower before there was a sharp knocking at the door. You waited, wondering if someone would call out, housekeeping or otherwise, a cold thrill racing down your body.

It wouldn't be the first time a fan would have found your hotel room.

You wondered from the bathroom, eyeing the lock on the door that was still sealed the chair all the way across, and silence followed, Broken, another knock came, the same lazy beats between the rapping, and you took a few steps closer. “It’s just me, don’t worry.”

Your shoulders sagged as you pushed in your steps, wondering why he wouldn't just have said that the first time, and you laid the lock out of the way, leaning against the door once it was open, and he flashed a wide grin once it was finally open. “I thought I said one?”

He shrugged, rattling an ice bucket with a bottle of wine in one hand and moving past you into the room, whistling lowly as he took it all in. “Yeah, well, you ran out before dessert. I wanted to know what you were doing.”

He flopped down onto the bed as you took a few steps across the room to meet him, the ice bucket sitting on one of the bedside tables, and the mattress bounced under his weight as he lay back on it.

“Damn, these are soft.” His palms smoothed over the bedsheets on either side of him, stroking across the covers like he was making a snow angel, and you rolled your eyes, knowing there was no heat behind it. He sat up after a few moments, the cork already missing from the bottle of wine, and he paused, staring at it in his hand for a second, before his gaze came back to you. “I forgot the glasses.”

He looked so innocent at that moment, ridiculously so as he stared at you, bashful and embarrassed about his mistake, and you crossed the room. Sinking down into his lap, a leg pressing the mattress on either side of his, you took the wine from his grasp, bringing the rim to your lips. His hands found your waist like instinct, frown at his mishap becoming a much brighter expression as you seated yourself across him, head tipping back to drink a mouthful of the wine, two, before pulling back.

“That works too.”

“Want some?” You brought it up, rim pressing to his lower lip as they parted and he nodded, a breathy sound leaving him. His hands never moved except to slip further down, until he was palming greedily at your ass, shifting you forward against him until your chests were pressed together, and you could feel him straining through his jeans already. Front he awkward angle, you did your best, tipping the wine into his waiting mouth until he hummed, a trickle of it spilling down his chin when he pulled back.

He swallowed, the sound audible in the tense silence, and your eyes traced the bead of wine hanging on the edge of his mouth, a stream running down his chin. Your head dipped, tongue flattening against his skin to lick it up, until your lips were meeting his, already parted, tongue dipping into his mouth to share the taste with him.

It led to a filthy kiss, one that was all pent-up frustration and a nights worth of teasing His hands were roaming, all over your body, your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots when he finally pulled back for breath. You were gasping, his lips tracing down along your neck until they were tracing your pulse point, the spot erratically jumping as your heart beat steady and hard.

“Why’d you leave early, huh? That needy for this?” He thrust his hips up a little, cock hardening through his jeans once again, and a moan that didn’t have to be controlled this time fell freely from your lips in response.

“I had something to do.”

“Something other than me?” He joked, lips tracing your collarbones, what he could reach that was exposed by the edge of the dress, before he was kissing his way back up, lapping his tongue over any spaces he grazed with his teeth, before his nose was bumping yours once again. A couple of shared breaths, nothing to break the silence but the racing of your own blood in your ears and the light panting you were both already doing.

“It would have been something you’d liked, but someone was just too impatient to get here.” You gave another tug at the longer hairs at the nape of his neck, a pleasured hiss coming from his lips, and he gripped tightly at your hips, rocking them against himself slowly.

“Oh, yeah? What was it?”

“I was gonna’ come back here, and put on something much less comfortable.” You smirked at his soft gasp, pulling back with a much darker look on his face than he’d had, pupils blown and wet lips parted a little to let out his rapid breaths.

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned, leaning in to press a couple of kisses along his jaw, he moaned, loudly, a sound you thought you may never get tired of hearing, and he tipped his head back to grant you some more space.

“Please, go put it on, I wanna’ see it.” His chest rose and fell rapidly underneath you, brushing your own with every fill of his lungs, and you hummed, fingers leaving his hair to smooth along his face, pulling back to take in the sincere look on his face.

“I like how you sound when you beg me.”

Just like that, the flash of need on his face was gone, hardening over with a wickedly good-looking expression, and your back met the bed only a second later, pinned underneath him. “Nuh-uh. That’s not how this works. Let me say it again, go put it on, or you won’t get to come all night.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is.” He hummed, pensively, gaze flickering over your face as you beamed up at him, enjoying the little game of cat-and-mouse you had going on. “If you stop being such a brat, maybe I’ll give you a little reward, too.”

“Like what?” The incentive had piqued your interest, and your brows were raised, but he knelt back, kneeling on the bedding with his thighs spread, jeans stretching sinfully across the thick muscles and evident bulge. He pulled you up a second later, sitting across him once again. “Motivate me.”

“I’m motivation enough, now do as you’re told, and go put on whichever pretty little set you’d picked out.” He placed a spank on your ass, just firm enough to make you jump, the sting sparking electricity through you, and you nodded. Slipping up from the bed and wandering away, you sealed shut the door behind you, back resting on it, trying to clear your thoughts.

Hanging on the railing in front of you was the same black lace you’d chosen, tempting you in closer, pulling you towards it like a magnet. You peeled off your clothes like you were in a trance, folding them neatly on the sink, and letting the lingerie adorn you instead.

As your fingers hovered over the doorknob, ready to slip back out into the room, you paused. Only for a second, a chill running along your nerves in nothing but excitement. As soon a the door was open, you could see him again.

Lounging among the pillows, shirt already stripped from his body and jeans unbuttoned, he had one hand inside, palming at himself through his jeans and sipping at the wine from the bottle in the other hand.

His shoes and socks were discarded with his shirt to the floor, nothing but his jeans and underwear in the way now, and as he set his sights on you, he groaned. His head fell back into the pillows, he stared through half-lidded eyes and you felt powerful.

“C’mere.” He freed his hand from his jeans and patted at his lap. You weren’t sure what kind of hold he had over you, what kind of god-forsaken spell you were under, but when he looked at you like that, you’d do just about anything he wanted. Moving across to him, you seated yourself there as told, rocking your hips slowly against his, twisting in languid circles as your arms looped his neck.

His eyes weren’t on your face, and as you took the bottle from his hands to take a couple more sips, he gave no resistance. He was far too busy staring at your body, lace and ribbons decorating your skin, tracing it with his fingers and licking his lips.

“You look so fucking good.”

“I know.” You were a little too proud, you knew exactly how good you looked, and it seemed that he didn’t like that. No, he wanted to be the only cocky one, and he bit lightly at the exposed skin of your shoulder in retaliation.

“I promise you a reward, and you look so damn pretty my head is empty. I can’t come up with anything. Why don’t you choose.”

It was exhilarating, the idea of getting anything you wanted from him, so many thoughts and ideas you were practically bursting with them all. He licked his lips, just as eager as you as he waited for your answer, pulling the lower one between his teeth, and just like that, one thought stood out.

Reaching your hand up, your nails scraped lightly over his jaw, right down to cup his chin, and smoothing your thumb over his lips. Freeing the bottom one, they sat parted, soft breaths leaving them as you stared at him. “What do you want, doll?”

“I want to know what this mouth can do.” You finally tore your gaze from his plump, pink lips, and up to stare at his eyes, stormy blue almost gone with blown pupils. He smirked, leaning up to brush his lips over your own, but you pulled back, leaving him pouting and shocked. “I already know what it can do up here. Other than just annoying me.”

“Oh, I know what you want, but why are you rushing me, doll?” He leaned in again, hand behind your head to hold you steady this time, your hair tumbled around his fingers, stealing a couple of dirty kisses from your lips that you couldn’t help but return. “We got all the time in the world, and we can be as loud as you want, so let's take this slow, huh?”

“But I want it.”

“You want it? How bad?” He flipped you over, laying you against the cushions and the sheets, his knees on either side of your body, hands holding himself up. You didn’t respond, letting your body do the talking, arching up into his and hooking one leg up onto his hip as his lips traced along the other side of your neck from last time.

Moving his way down, he left no patch of skin untouched, everything that wasn’t covered by intricate lace was lit up and awoken, by grazes of his lips, tongue or teeth, marking every square inch of your body as his. The air in the room had been cool before you’d begun, and simply from his touch you were flushed, feeling like it was a thousand degrees, skin hot to the touch with a violent blush.

The alcohol burning through your body, contained by a cold bottle, condensation leaving marks on the blanket as you barely managed to hold it up, and just when you thought it might tip over, his hands were taking it. You waited, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him, and he didn’t bring the bottle to his lips.

Instead, cold glass meets your skin, pink wine spilling out across your torso, dripping over the edge into the sheets and creating pools along the dips in your body, or soaking into the lace-clad there. He leaned down, letting you take your bottle back, writhing in the sheets as his tongue lapped the sticky residue away.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Now, you really could have cried, the desperation and build up and just too much of everything, overstimulated already, before he finally gave in. One long stripe, licked up over the clothing covering you, and your hips bucked up against his face. You barely had time to reach out to the side, placing the bottle shakily back into the ice-bucket, before he was doing it again.

Hooking his fingers into the edge of them, he tugged harshly, the fabric straining, before pausing, and inching them down a little more gently.

“I was so very tempted to rip these, but I kind of want to see them on you again.”

“Well, since it’s the only set I brought on tour, that's a good idea.” He chuckled against your thigh, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee, and dropping the pretty garment to the floor.

“Maybe after we get home.”

“There won’t be any times after we get home.” You panted the words out, back arching as one finger slipped into your tunnel, daring you to speak such words again as it curled, the building of an orgasm like a pit in your stomach, ready to start growing and growing.

“You say that now, but if I’d told you a few weeks ago that by now I’d know what you taste like, you’d have slapped me. Funny how things change, isn’t it?” You scoffed, hands lacing into the sheets.

“Yeah, well, you don’t know what I state like yet, because you're a goddamn tease!” Your words became a growl, nothing threatening and entirely false, and he let the wait come to an end. With hands on the inside of each thigh, he settled himself between them, blowing a stream of cool air against your slick folds.

He dove right in after your sharp cry, not a single pause, before he was devouring you like his final meal. He mixed it up, just when you thought you would get used to the way that his tongue would move, he changed, Fast flicks, slow drags, plunging in and out of you to soak up everything you gave or tracing circles around your clit, stimulating you in every way possible.

His jaw must be sore, you were sure of it, because your thighs were clenching around his head in the pleasure and making him work harder and harder, prying them back up as you bucked up into his face and squirmed among the sheets. You couldn't breathe, you’d known he would be good with his mouth but this was something else.

It was like being an expert at his craft, and there wasn’t one single part of him that wasn’t utterly masterful at sex. Something twinged, something gnawing and stinging at some part of your mind but it was quickly wiped away when he slipped a finger into you, lips wrapping around the throbbing nub seeking sole attention. He curled it up, pumping and twisting quickly, and he never gave up on his task.

As you finally game, spilling against his jaw, he stayed, milking everything he could from you until you were sobbing his name, pushing him away with a hand on the top of his head, and the grip that had been holding you down came loose. He peppered kisses along your hips, up your stomach, until he was laying almost all of his weight against you, and grinning down mischievously from a shining jaw.

“That feel better, then?”

“You really can work magic with that tongue.” You whispered, letting him wipe his face on the back of his hand, before he was sharing your taste with you. Sloppy kisses, slower and less needy but still utter filth, and he let the rest of his body weight fall against you. You were encased in warmth, one hand sitting on his jaw as the other raked his hair back and out of his face, and your legs came up to clutch at either side of his hips.

Using every piece of strength you still had in a body that felt utterly boneless, you flipped the two of you over, now leaning over him as you continued to let him all but suck the oxygen from your lungs while breathing you full of a new lease on life. The denim was rough against your sensitive core, leaving wet marks along it, and without ever bringing your mouth away from his, you knelt up. He followed, lips still attached, his nose bumping yours, dragging together with each twist of his head, as the two of you struggled to rid him of his jeans.

You gave up, forcing yourself to have the strength to pull back, and to tug at the jeans bunched around his thighs. As they reached his ankles, he kicked them off, a tangled mess of boxers and denim, but neither of you cared right now. Finally, no barrier was left except for the one around your chest, and you reached behind yourself for the clasp. He shook his head, pulling you in by the other hand, and smoothing his touch down your spine.

He undid it himself, pulling it down slowly, and pressing kisses to every newly exposed inch of skin. “God, you sound so pretty crying my name, I think I might be addicted to it.”

“There are worse things to be addicted to.” You teased, his lips sealing around one nipple, sucking tightly, and he only hummed his agreement. The feeling vibrated up and along every nerve you had, your hips rocking against him again, the head of his cock bumping your clit and the way he groaned made you feel feral.

“Maybe so, but I think you might be the most destructive to me.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, his mouth leaving wet kisses across your skin to the other side, and you knelt above him as he busied himself. Lining him up and sinking down, your moans were unrestrained and falling in complete unison. His hands were gripping at your hips, holding you steady and giving you both a moment. He was already close, needy and bursting from a night of teasing, you could feel every throb he made within you.

Not that you were on any kind of high-ground.

You were still in the clouds, on a high like no other as the feeling of him on your skin would take more than just a shower to wash off this time. When you were both finally ready, your hips began to move, rocking back and forth slowly into him, building a space as you grew more comfortable in his position.

You weren’t often on top, and you’d never been yet with Bucky, and as you lifted your head from where it was tipped back to take in his expression, you found it utterly blissed out. His swollen lips were parted and his eyes wide, watching with nothing but lust at the place where he was slipping in and out of you. His haze would occasionally shift, moving up your body to watch the way your tits would bounce, or the way your face would shift to moan when he bucked up to meet you, pushing himself particularly deep, but his eyes always found their way back.

To the swivel of your hips, circles and bounces, moving in every way possible just to see what made him moan the most, because maybe he liked the way you moaned his name, but you liked the way he moaned yours just as much.

You need stability, something to grip, other than your nails digging into his chest. If the scratches had grown any deeper they’d take longer to heal, and there wasn’t enough purchase on them to up your movements. It was like he’d read your mind, offering you his hands, your fingers weaving with his to allow you something to hold onto. Pressing them back into the sheets, you could move more now.

Bounce higher, circle more, and squeeze until his lips parted to make such beautiful sounds you knew you were hooked on them. You wanted to hear them again and again, working your body against his just to make him elicit those noises, because if he was addicted to you then you were just as addicted to him.

He was right, if someone had told you a month ago that this was where you’d be with Bucky Barnes, rolling around in the sheets and seeing heights of pleasure you’d never had before, you wouldn't have believed it. Now, it felt hard to stop, it was all you could think about, it was intoxicating.

Your thighs were aching, you were growing tired, and he sensed it, bucking up to assist the movements as best as he could. His knees came up behind you, it lifted you up, forcing you to fall atop of him, pinning yourself up only by the grip you had on his hands.

You couldn't fuck him like he could fuck you, it was proven just by the way he was fucking up into you now, coaxing another orgasm to roll out of you, and making sure to see you right through it. His pace never failed, not when you sagged against his chest, fingers going loose enough in his that he could pull his fingers back to wrap his arms around you, or even when you began to tremble and shake.

He only stopped when he moved, rolling you over, red in the face from the heat, a blush, and the strain of holding back his own orgasm, to lay you in the sheets. He twisted you over, pulling out just long enough to flip you over, and tug your hips up until you were propped up on them. Ass in the air, he left a sharp smack on one side, and you were already basically drooling into the bedding.

As he slammed back in, one quick and flush movement, needy and sloppy, he left a matching smack on the other side, palming at the place that would no doubt betray your secrecy with a handprint left in his wake. He was already there, hanging right on the edge, teasing himself and you as he reached around with the other hand, pinching your clit and rolling the bead between his fingers.

You were wound so tight, barely coming down from your second orgasm, not even a break, before he was building you right back up to the third. It was more than you could take, rocking back, out of time but the best your spent body could handle, needing to meet his thrusts, like your life depended on it, because coming again was all your brain could focus on.

He was weak, sloppy in his rhythms, not moving as fast as you knew he could when he wasn’t as close, chasing his high. The hands on your hips squeezed, before one freed itself, and you knew what was coming before it had even happened.

You couldn't take it anymore, something bordering on a scream leaving your lips at the final spank left along your skin, and then you caved. Exploding, like bursts of fireworks and electricity and everything that was good, everything you’re supposed to have. Your arms gave out, face falling into the sheets and nothing but his hands holding you up as he continued to fuck you through it, your body feeling numb every else so that you could feel like that where your bodies met, and you weren’t even sure you were still breathing.

It was all black, eyes rolled back in your head, and only a few thrusts later, he was following right after you. Hot cum splashed against your ass, dripping down over the reddened and stinging skin to your thighs, and when he let you go, your collapsed fully into the bedding. You were a mess, utterly spent, weak and boneless, with nothing left to give.

He swiped up some tissues from the desk, shaky on his legs and you hadn't even registered him getting up, that's how foggy you’d been, but even the tissue wiping over your skin was so overwhelming it made you jerk a little. He whispered an apology, chucking the scrunched up bundle to the floor, and dropping down onto the bed. He was laying in it properly, one arm stretched out, and you found just enough strength to crawl up too, cheek laying against the bicep of his outstretched arm.

“That was the best time yet.” Bucky mumbled, breath only just evening out, and you rolled your head against his bicep to look at him, his gaze directed at the roof. It shifted to you when he felt your gaze, and you licked over dry lips, throat feeling raw, but you nodded.

“Absolutely agreed.”

“You think it was the wine, the hotel, or us?” His lips flicked up at the sides, clearly seeking a compliment on his performance, and you didn’t know whether you anted to taunt him or praise him.

“Well, the wine and the hotel were definitely great.” Your smile only grew as his shrank, becoming a scowl at your answer, and you rolled to face him some more, turning on your side, and propping your head up on your hand instead of resting on him. His arm lay out where it was, fingers moving to brush lightly over your back now that he could move it again. “But, you were pretty great too, I guess.”

“You guess? ‘Pretty great’ is barely a compliment.” He huffed, turning to stare back at the ceiling, skin still flushed pink and covered in a layer of sweat as you took him in. “You were fucking mind-blowing. I don’t know how you do it. You and your magic pussy.”

“Don’t ever say that again, I hate it.” Your nose scrunched up, an act that was matched by him as he laughed.

“Yeah, I hated it as I said it. You were still mind-blowing, though.”

“Well, in light of your compliments, I suppose I’ll stop guessing. You were great, too.” his chest puffed up at the assurance, and you wanted to roll your eyes or scoff at him, feeling proud of himself for it, but you were too spent to even care. The harmony encased you both again, stillness and quietness as you lay on the bed, before his phone gave a chirp from the pocket of his jeans laying on the floor.

He didn’t hesitate, rolling away from you to lean over the bed and fish it out, reading the notification that was sitting on the lit-up screen. “Sam says he’s found a hot-tub, it’s totally empty and the team are gonna’ head over to it. You coming?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. Are you going?” He nodded, excitement on his features as he shifted from the bed, leaving the space beside you cold as cool air swept in. You knelt up, resting back on your heels and watching as he raced to dress himself again. Wrapping your body in the silk sheet from the end of the bed, your brows raised at the speed he pulled himself together in, tucking his phone into his back pocket and swiping up his hoodie.

He grabbed the wine bottle, taking a final swig of what remained, and handing it over to you, your fingers gripping the wet bottle that had been bobbing in half-melted ice. There were prints left by droplets on the sheets as he pulled on his shoes, not even bothering to lace them, pushing his hair back out of his face to tame it. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

“Pretty sure.” You brought the bottle closer to yourself, one flickering smile, and then he was gone, the chain swinging on the door needing to be relocked as you were left in silence. You fell back into the pillows, slumped into them and tucking the sheets around your body, raising the bottle to your lips as you sat in your hotel bed, alone.

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i have a request for bo burnham!!:) maybe like the reader and bo watch the special when he gets done editing it and doing all the other stuff he has to do for it, and he records her reaction to the whole thing and that’s how he announces the special?? i know that’s weird but it’s been stuck in my head, so you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

Test Run - Bo Burnham x Reader

Warnings: Language

Theme: FLUFF (angst if you like squint)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: y’all I wrote this so fast, like kachow. I hope you enjoyed it, and got a break from all of the angst. but angst is still good. but this fic is not me fangirling over inside. never, couldn’t be me. I hope you enjoyed the fic though @bos-a-feminist I had sm fun writing it.

It had been late one evening when Bo had practically burst into the door of your bedroom. You sat puzzled as you gave the man time to catch his breath, as he gave you an eager look.

Trying not to giggle as Bruce yipped at Bo’s feet in pure excitement, it seemed he too was trying to figure out what was going on.

“What? Are we finally gonna have sex again?” you say humorously, causing the man to break composure for just a second.

“No! I mean what the fuck? Yes, yes, and to answer your question, yes. But not right now.”

You giggle as he looks at you with an expression you couldn’t fully decipher. In any constellation, it had been months since you had seen the man this energetic.

Usually, when Bo would come back from his long days in the guest house, he’d tend to be exhausted. Often just giving you a quick kiss before collapsing onto the mattress.

His blue eyes softening towards you as he extends his hand for you to take. Which made you realize that there was an ounce of seriousness in his actions.

Your hands fitting perfectly in his as he pulls you up from the bed, one hand making sure to hold the small of your back.

“Where are we going?” you breathe out.

Bo remained silent, but you found out soon enough as he led you outside to the guest house.

You had stopped dead in your tracks, causing him to do the same. Eyes widening as you realized what was gonna happen, turning to Bo and giving him the biggest grin you could muster.

From the minute he had set foot in the guest house to begin his special, he had been very secretive about it. Something about how it helped him to create something that no one really knew about.

I mean, you had some idea when the UPS trucks kept delivering camera equipment. Or when he had asked if he could take some of your clothes. Other than that, though, top secret.

It had been about roughly a little over a year when he had started the special. A year of emotions and hard work, and by the looks of it.

It seemed as though he had finished.

“Wait are you doing what I think you are doing?” you say, looking at him expectedly.

“Shit babe you catch on quick. Yes, if we are on the same mindset. I think we are, now hush, or I’ll never get to show you it.” Bo instructs before leading you inside.

In all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect. The last time you had seen the guest house had been roughly two years ago. Now? It looked completely different.

Wires and different camera equipment lay waste on the floor, making it almost a hazard. Other lights of various types and sizes filled the room like mini metal trees. It looked disorganized and yet organized at the same time.

Yet Bo walked through the maze of equipment with ease, almost as if it wasn’t even there. You smiled before tiptoeing to the clearing that Bo had made for you.

“Yeah apologies, I wasn’t expecting company.” Bo smirks as you break into laughter.

“It looks…well it looks well used.” you reply, getting comfortable on the chair he had provided.

In front of you sat a projection on the wall of what seemed to be an editing software. You looked back at Bo with an eager grin; he gives you a slight wink.

Anticipation settling in the air as you watched him mess around with the monitor. Until his cursor finally presses on a folder and a video screen pulls up.

You half expected him to sit beside you. Still, instead, he remains behind the computer, amongst his sea of technological instruments and cameras.

“Y/N, I’m showing this to you. Simply because you deserve to see why I’ve been so busy for like a year or more. Plus, you mean the world to me and I wanna know your input.”

Bo says softly. You can detect a hint of nerves in his actions and tone; you practically melt, realizing that was he anxious. Regardless you knew without a shadow of a doubt you were gonna love whatever he puts out.

You open your mouth to reply before he presses play, and an eerie ringing fills the room. Music filling your senses as the special, titled Inside, plays before you.

The next hour or two fills you with a multitude of emotions that you can’t quite place. It seemed like Bo was making you laugh seconds ago, and now you can’t help but feel tears well up in your eyes.

Cinematically it was stunning, breathtaking even. It was hard to believe that Bo had turned the little guest house into a studio. Or at least to the extent that it became, with its gorgeous displays and production.

Performance-wise, it was a completely different ballpark. Bo fucking delivered in more ways than one, whether in humor or just pure raw emotion.

Acting or not, it broke your heart to see the man you loved so dearly in the state that he was in. Of course, you could tell something was up even then when he was filming, but he never gave away the extent of it.

Just hearing him cry made your stomach twist in knots; you wanted to comfort him. Only to be reminded that it was just merely a video of him.

Even at the moment, it took you everything not to look back at Bo; you knew how much he valued your attention. Plus, you wanted to experience the special in full, just as you would if he were on stage.

The special wasn’t the same as his others, but it was well needed for a time like this. It felt personal and introspective, but it was also oh so clever and in-depth. You adored it and the time and effort that he had put into it.

As the credits rolled out and you saw an acknowledgment for your name, your heart soared.

You knew that the two of you had worked hard to be there for each other the past year. Especially with everything that was going on and Bo working most of the time.

To know that you had helped him in any shape or form. It just meant a lot, in more ways than he’d ever know.

The lights in the room flickered on as if he had made a make-shift movie theatre. You wiped away any stray tears, and before he could even say anything, you ran into his arms.

Bo jolting back in surprise before accepting the embrace and holding you tighter into his chest. His head resting gently on top of yours due to his taller stature.

“God I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know. I seriously don’t know if I would’ve made it out alive this past year if I didn’t have you.” he croaked into your hold.

It took you a second to realize that the man was crying, and you pulled away to meet his eyes. Your fingers brushing away his tears before reaching up to give him a kiss.

His figure bending down just a tad to meet your lips as he kisses you back sweetly. It’s light and yet so filled with passion for making up for what time that had been lost.

Yet as he looks down at you, a smile etching across his lips. As he asks you about what your thoughts are on his special, he already knows your response.

Unbeknownst to you, he had recorded your entire viewing experience. Of course, if he were to ever share it anywhere, he’d ask your permission, but it was apparent.

Even as you told him how much you loved it and how much you enjoyed it. You knew that he knew that you understood the special the way he had intended it.

It was one of the many things that made him adore you endlessly. You meant the world to him.

“We should celebrate babe! Maybe order a pizza or something.” you exclaim, arms still wrapped around his neck in your embrace.

“We definitely should, but what pizza places are open at this hour?” Bo smirks as you give him a slight frown.

“I don’t know, that’s a good question.” you hesitate.

“Actually I do know one place that’s really good and delivers.” Bo whispers seductively up against your ear.

You giggle and gesture for him to continue as he swiftly pulls away from your hold. His hand outstretched for you to take once again as he leads you towards the house. Or, more importantly, towards your bedroom.

“Me.”

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Bo sat anxiously beside you as his fingers lingered over the ‘post’ button on his different social media accounts.

The post in question was a video that he stitched together of you watching the special. With your consent, of course.

It had been edited together to be vague enough that he wouldn’t spoil the special. But nonetheless, it was sweet, and he totally made sure to include you tearing up in it.

You made it a priority to tackle him for that one.

The video was sweet and short, but it got the intended message across, and you personally loved it, just like you loved Bo and the special.

“Any-day now Robert.” you tease as you hold his one hand in yours.

“Do you think that they’ll wanna watch it?” he whispers quietly.

“Of course they will, it’s you. Baby you are so talented, your fans will be so excited.” you reassure.

Bo sighs before squeezing your one hand tightly before pressing the button. And letting Inside out into the world.

#@broadwayandnetflix #bo burnham x reader #bo burnham #bo Burnham x you #2021 #fluff #Fanfic Request #inside #make happy #words words words #what

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apricotgojo · 4 years ago

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hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez.

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly. “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you. “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

#adrien agreste #adrien agreste x reader #chat noir #chat noir x reader #mlb #miraculous ladybug

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wonlouvre · 3 years ago

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Yayyy i absolutely love your writing!!

I would like to request a Hoshi × gn!idol! Reader angst+fluff imagine where Soonyoung cheers/takes care of his reserved s/o who has been having a hard time and has opened up to him about it for the first time. S/o is someone who can't say no easily and because of that their workload had increased a lot. But in the end they can't hold themselves any longer and breaks down.

strength | k. sy.

pairing: hoshi x gn!idol reader genre: fluff, angst, then fluff again warnings: mentions of anxiety, physical and mental tiredness (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.8k+ (i honestly don’t even know anymore)

💌: thank you very much for requesting! i made some tweaks here and there and i hope you still like it! thank you for loving my writing as well :’( it really means a lot that <3 i hope you like this!

Soonyoung was aware that you’d be coming from Japan for your collaborative magazine photoshoot. He just didn’t know that you’d be going straight from the airport at four o’clock in the morning.

He thought he read your message wrong saying that you’re on your way to the assigned shooting location. As far as he’s concerned, the call time was at seven a.m. He had to do a double take while squinting his eyes over the brightness of his phone but when he saw another bubble pop out saying you’re already there, he immediately jumped off his bed to shower.

He misses you. You’ve been going in and out of the country because of promotions and the chances of getting to see you has been slim to none. If he ever meets with you, it will be short because either one of you has to go back to work or has to go back to bed because there is a flight to catch the next day. It’s obviously tough. But your relationship perseveres.

Soonyoung will do everything to make it work and you are together with him on that. So if it means he has to shower half-asleep and wear his boxers backwards just to see you, he’d never mind.

Your Japanese album tour started and ended successfully but work didn’t stop from there. You were just getting started. Before leaving the said country, you were fully booked for live television performances, interviews, variety shows and the like. It was exhausting but, it was an opportunity that you couldn’t miss out on for the world even if you wanted to.

Soonyoung is proud of you and he will always be. Heart eyes were formed whenever he got the chance to watch your performances whether it be from a paid livestream event or from kind fans sharing and uploading their videos or photos on Twitter or Instagram. He’s even more in love when it’s in person and he gets to watch your performance plus enjoy it with your never failing supportive fans.

However, Soonyoung is also worried because he knows you’re also tired. He knows how fulfilling it is to do what you love the most, but he’s no stranger to the physically and mentally tiring part of it. He wasn’t even surprised to catch you asleep on the couch when he arrived at your dressing room.

Your manager’s eyes brightened when they saw him, quickly standing up from the chair to give him a hug.

“They told me they just need a fifteen minute nap,” they whisper against Soonyoung’s shoulder as he hugs them back. “But we both know they need more than that.”

Soonyoung sadly smiles while his eyes never leave your curled form. He mutters a simple “I’ll take it from here” while your manager excuses themself to buy everyone breakfast.

It’s a challenge to take you into his arms without disturbing your sleep because he doesn’t want that from happening. He just wants to hold you for the remaining time without interruption from other people. He just wants to hold you and share this moment of calm before the lights and camera get into action later.

Soonyoung’s thankful you didn't, although he still felt your lips lightly ghost against his jaw, telling him that you know that he’s here. He brings your legs over his lap while he cradles your head close to his neck. He wishes to lay down, but the couch is too cramped for two bodies so he’d have to settle with this position. He guesses it’s fine with how you deeply inhale his scent and snuggle closer and closer, locking your arms around his waist with no intentions of letting go.

Just like you, he falls asleep, completely comfortable and content in finally having you in his arms again.

Your tangled bodies were shaken to wake up at least an hour later. Both of your managers have food in their hand, ready to energize the two of you up before moving forward with the hair and makeup. The agenda for today includes a photoshoot with several changes of outfit, a short shoot for an audio video presentation and lastly an interview or question and answer of some sort.

Your relationship has been publicly known for two years already. Some fans have been supportive while some have been angry. It’s nothing new and it’s nothing the two of you could care about at this point.

Countless projects have been offered to the two of you during the course of those two years whether it be a song or dance performance, a guesting on a famous variety show and even a three second cameo appearance on a drama. They’re all lovely offers and you would love to participate, but the two of you made a decision to keep the relationship private. Sure, you’ll accept it from time to time. But, it’s still very limited to one to two songs to sing or dance to together and some magazine photoshoots. Just like now.

By far, this is the third time the two of you would be featured on a magazine cover. Your respective publicists already know how to communicate to the publishing company your terms and conditions. Questions about your relationship are allowed, but to a certain number only. The rest will be about what’s mostly seen by fans and the rest of the public which is automatically your music.

The concept is not necessarily daringly romantic. After all, what you’re trying to promote here is the clothes. But your chemistry is maintained with a few fleeting touches here and there. In one shot, you two were holding hands and the other has his arm is loosely wrapped around your neck.

You and Soonyoung are careful to not get lost in each other’s eyes during the short breaks in between because the cameras were still rolling. Although, his soft touches on your hand and arm still lingered. On the other hand, you help him fix his hair whenever he gets excited and jumps from time to time. You could kiss him right now, but again, you want to be careful.

The shoot concluded faster than you thought and the next thing you know, the two of you are sitting side by side with a camera blinking red in front, ready to record the interview included in the contract.

The interview consisted of questions that’s nothing out of the ordinary. The magazine asked about your favorite go-to styles lately, your look inspirations, a little bit of this or that, your recent music releases or favorite music releases at the moment and of course something about your relationship that you're comfortable and willing enough to share.

But one particular question caught you off guard that you had to hold your tears and brave through the rest of the interview without showing any signs that you’re about to cry.

“How have you guys been lately, individually?”

“I’ve been great,” you quickly answer with a smile that didn’t even reach your eyes. The camera may not have noticed, but Soonyoung did. It took a lot of patience and restraint for your boyfriend to stop himself from cutting the interviewer off to ask you again how you really have been.

Everything that was in store for the two of you today ends and when the cameras are gone, you and Soonyoung hand in hand walk back to your dressing room. It’s a relief that this is the last project for the day and you’re glad you could get some rest for the coming week.

Your body slumps on the couch while the staff pack up. You puff out a breath before closing your eyes. You wish you could yell out how tired you are lately. Work piled up over the course of six months and you couldn’t have at least two days away from the makeup and flashing lights.

Soonyoung bites his lower lip as he settles beside you. He’s contemplating whether he should ask you now or later because he doesn’t want you to grow conscious and shut yourself away. He knows how brave and strong you are. But he also wants you to know that you can trust him and that if you ever need a shoulder to cry or at least lean on, his are more than welcoming.

“You okay, babe?” He asks in the quiet as the staff leaves one by one. “Anything bothering you?”

You surprise him by sitting up straight and opening your eyes, welling with tears. That makes him shoot up and instantly hug you close. “Oh baby.”

You finally cry and set free the tears that you’ve been locking deep within you. You thought you could brave through this pain and anxiety without having the need to shed any vulnerability. You thought this shall pass soon. You thought you could do this.

But here you are now letting go with sniffles and shaking shoulders as Soonyoung gently caresses the top of your head.

He hates to see you cry. But it’s only right to let you.

“I just feel like I’m going to miss out on everything if I turn down any project offered to me.”

Soonyoung pouts when he hears what’s been bothering you. It took a while for you to calm down and finally talk, but it’s okay. He doesn’t mind. He will never mind.

“I understand, honey,” he assures you and wipes your tear stained cheek. “And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.”

Your lips shake again and crying makes you want to hide. Without hesitation, you crawl to your boyfriend’s lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder. Soonyoung doesn’t complain and just keeps you close, protective arms around your waist.

The dressing room is empty except for the two of you. The staff got the message once Soonyoung pleaded with them through his eyes to give you some time with him since you’re already done for the day.

“It’s also okay to work and work,” he continues, soothing hands rubbing against your back. “But at some point, it’s also okay to take a break for them.”

You pull away and rest your hands on his neck. “Even though I’m going to miss out?”

Soonyoung nods and leans his forehead against yours. “Yes and there’s also nothing wrong with that.”

“I seriously want to go on a trip with my family,” you say and sigh. “And of course, with you too.”

Soonyoung can’t help but giggle. “I’d love to. How about next month? Let’s go somewhere with your family or friends. Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

Your boyfriend’s enthusiasm puts a smile on your face and this time, the smile reaches your eyes. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first. I want to take a long nap before we proceed to do anything that needs an awake body.”

“You got it, babe,” Soonyoung promises and kisses your lips.

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pars-ley · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub for @yutasgalaxy really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk @vantxx95

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of.

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face.

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here?

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed.

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either.

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both.

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok��"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back."

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more.

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed.

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him.

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely.

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withcolebrock · 4 years ago

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I Drew That

Corpse Husband x fem!reader

Summary: Corpse finds out that Y/N has a drawing of him as her background

Warnings: swearing :)

Word Count: 1,818

Author’s Note: I’ve spent weeks trying to write this piece :/ I just couldn’t find a way to make it how I wanted it if that makes sense but I tried my best. This idea was very cute because I can totally see this happening lol. Especially with like the whole flirty voice thing Corpse has been doing with like Brentman and like James and stuff haha. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Tonight was one of the many nights that she was playing Among Us. It had taken over her life, a flood of success followed her once she had played with Sean and Felix. She had gained over two hundred thousand subscribers on her YouTube channel. It had changed her life for the better, in many ways.

For the last three rounds, it had been strict imposter wins. Felix won two of those. Everyone was shocked when it was him the second time, Felix was getting great at the game. The group then decided to switch lobbies because Felix was throwing a fit about getting imposter too much. It was the usual group of Felix, Sean, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Leslie, Toast, Dave, Corpse, and Y/N.

Over the last few months everyone in the group had gotten a lot closer. Especially Corpse and Y/N. After the first time they played together, a lobby Sean had created, they had talked for hours after the first game they played. This had continued almost every time they had played Most of the time, Corpse would be editing his videos while talking with her. It calmed him as he worked. She would be working on her art or scrolling through Pinterest or Tumblr.

They had even FaceTimed several times, where Corpse revealed his face to her. He made a big deal out of it, saying a whole monologue before he turned the camera to his face. She followed in pursuit being very dramatic as well. Whenever they would talk he would play her his music, waiting to see if she liked it. She loved any song he put out, despite it not being her usual music taste.

One night she was scrolling through Tumblr and found an artist who was drawing Among Us players with their little characters. One particular character made her smile and her heart flutter slightly. It was an amazing drawing of Corpse and his little character sitting on his shoulder. It was an art style she was familiar with, she loved supporting smaller artists. It was the cutest thing she has ever seen. Weirdly, it perfectly described him. She loved it so much, she decided to keep it as her phone Wallpaper.

The round started on Mira, where Y/N was a crewmate again. Throughout the whole night, she still hasn’t gotten imposter. “Dammit,” she groaned at the screen. She stood still at the start of the map, waiting to see if anyone would fake tasks at the start. Everyone ran off, not doing them. She quickly followed.

After a long thirty seconds lights get shut off. She ignores the emergency and continues doing her tasks, she stood by the vending machine when Felix killed her. “It’s fucking Felix again!” she leaned back in her chair groaning. She covered her face with her hands. “He’s gotta stop killing me first,” she shook her head. She tried to hide how annoyed she was.

Her body was called by Poki, she was the only dead one. “Oh my god,” Poki said once the screen popped up.

“Y/N no!” Rae yelled, “You guys, she’s died first the last three rounds,”

“Wait really? Oh Jesus, sorry Y/N,” Sykkuo said, a breathy laugh leaving his lips.

“I’ll protect you next round, Y/N, I promise,” Corpse said. Y/N tried to hide her smile and the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“We’ll avenge you, Y/N!” Sean yelled. Soon after everyone grieved her death they began asking each other where they were. Everyone had a solid alibi making it impossible for them to figure out who did it.

“Guys, guys, Y/N died first the last three rounds right?” Toast started, everyone hummed, “Who was imposter these past few rounds?” he explained. Everyone gasped.

“You really think I would kill her first three rounds in a row?” Felix tried to defend himself as the voting time clock turned red.

“You’ve done it twice already!” Sean yelled, voting Felix. Felix was saved since half of the group skipped. She floated around the map trying to get her tasks done quickly so she could talk to her chat without holding back the rest of the group.

She glanced towards her chat, reading a few questions, she shifted her gaze to the game and thought about the questions. “I’ve been working on a cute little animation for you guys, I might do another art stream with you guys. Only if you guys want it, of course.” she read through a few more questions while answering them, while she waited for the meetings to end.

Once all of her tasks were done, she began to talk about her art and fanart. “Yeah, there’s an artist on Tumblr, they are amazing, they deserve so much more recognition,” she explained as she showed them her lock screen with the drawing of Corpse; without thinking about her chat being curious as to why it was him. Turning her phone back towards her, her eyes widened as realization dawned on her.

The chat began to flood in with questions, begging Y/N to tell them why she had Corpse’s drawing as her background. She chose to ignore the question and continue talking about her own art and showing fan art. Despite trying to change the subject, she sighed dramatically. “Chat, there’s no reason why Corpse’s character is my background, the artist is just good, stop talking about it,” she giggled as the victory screen popped up on her screen.

“Felix what the fuck!” she unmuted in discord. He began laughing as he began to defend his actions. “No, no it doesn’t matter if I know your liar voice, Felix-” After about five minutes of everyone talking the next round started. She was a crewmate again, “I feel like I’m bugged,” she groaned as she started running around doing her tasks. Corpse’s little black character was following her.

“Looks like I got myself a little body guard,” she smiled as she spoke. They walked passed the medbay room, as Corpse moved his character dramatically. She rolled her eyes as they both walked into the medbay room. She didn’t have medbay, but she sat waiting for Corpse to finish. They continued doing tasks together until a body was called. It was Sean’s.

“Y/N’s cleared I was with her the entire time,” Corpse said confidently into his mic. She said the same about him. Poki was acting a little weird during the call, which made Y/N a little suspicious of her.

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When the lights were shut off Corpse was killed by Poki, and he groaned as his body was killed immediately. Poki called out Y/N right away, saying that she was with Corpse the whole time. Corpse glanced towards his chat, finally able to try and read everything everyone was saying. His eyes lit up as he saw her name flash the screen several times.

One person kept spamming the chat saying, Y/N’s has your Among Us character as her background, he smiled as he read it. He knew exactly what the picture was, “Oh really?” he hummed as he continued reading. Everyone was saying how nervous she got when they kept asking her about it. He pressed his lips together nervously. He decided to drop it for now, but he was curious. He looked back up to the screen and began to listen to what was happening during the meeting.

“...You really think I would spend this whole game marinating Corpse for me to kill him in front of Poki? What about that double kill that happened, there was no way I would’ve done that if I was with him.” Y/N explained, over Poki trying to defend herself.

“I think she’s got it guys,” It was down to Toast, Y/N, Sykkuno, and Poki. Everyone quickly voted for Poki. The Victory screen popped up. “I knew you had it, Y/N,” Corpse said as everyone started shouting into the discord.

After a few minutes of them discussing the round, they decided to switch over to Polius. “Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?” Corpse asked, the group quickly went quiet.

“Sure,” she giggled.

“My chat keeps saying you have my character as your phone background, is that true?” he asked, teasingly. He smiled widely. The entire group started cheering while teasing Y/N and Corpse.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to find a way to explain it, “Well, uh,” she cleared her throat, “I do actually, it was great art, what was I supposed to do?” she laughed.

“Oooo, someone has a little crush,” Sean teased, Felix quickly joined. The rest of the group was simply laughing along. Corpse stayed silent while the group was teasing Y/N, and Corpse for that matter.

He pulled up Y/N’s Twitter and began to scroll through her feed to find the perfect drawing. He took the drawing that Y/N did of her own Among Us character. It was a drawing of Y/N holding her little character in her hand. It was his favorite piece of art she has done. Mainly because she drew it while on FaceTime with him. He quickly changed it to his iphone background, he glanced back towards the screen, seeing if the game started. He took a screenshot of it and immediately texted it to Y/N.

“Y/N, look at our messages,” he said simply into his mic. The group slowly stopped talking as they waited for Y/N to open the message.

“Corpse, I’m scared,” she whispered, everyone started laughing.

“Just open the message,” he giggled.

She sighed dramatically while she pulled up the messages with Corpse, seeing the screenshot. Her lips fell into a pout as she saw it. “I drew that,” she mumbled into the mic.

“You did,” he whispered, as he felt heat rise in his cheeks. He loved hearing her voice. “It’s my favorite,” he continued.

“Corpse,” she whined as her eyes began to tear up. She didn’t know why, but her heart felt so full. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mumbled, readjusting herself in her chair. She shifted her gaze towards the contact name, Corpseyyy.

“Of course I did, It was beautiful art,” he muttered while he looked back towards his phone, admiring his new phone background.

“Is this..a possible.. New relationship starting?” Sean whispered dramatically into his mic.

“It sounds like it,” Rae interjected. Corpse rolled his eyes dramatically, but he didn’t oppose the idea; neither did Y/N. Rae quickly started the game, letting the tension ease between everyone. Corpse and Y/N got imposter together.

“Oh my god finally,” Y/N said into the mic as she started faking tasks, “Chat, please stop saying I’m blushing, you aren’t helping,” she giggled as she continued the game. She raised her hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth.

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years ago

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Lucky Charm // Ethan Torchio

words // 1215

warning // / maybe some would find it a bit angsty but it is generally fluff

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // ok so I decided to do 3rd person point of view this time, let me know if you enjoy it or if you prefer the 1st person point of view like my other maneskin fics. It is a little different than what I suppose the person requesting thought but I still hope you enjoy this 💕 Also, I am starting to write longer fics which I am excited about lol, i hope you reading it are enjoying longer fics as well

request // yes, here, by @paiges0926

summary // Ethan is feeling a little off before a show with the band. He has been away from reader for a while and the distance is killing him. Here are their face time calls before the show.

It had been a rough while, every one could tell. Although the relationship has been going on for a couple years now, there had never been this long when the couple were apart. Usually, it was short periods of times, maybe a few weeks; sometimes it was just days, since they would decide tagging along the band was a good idea. This time though, it was around two months that Ethan and his lover had not being close, if anything to just hold each other to sleep when bad thoughts striked - and it was difficult to bare.

Ethan, even while not being the biggest fun of always touching someone, felt a certain comfort in the arms of his partner. Late at night, when anxious thoughts could potentially keep him awake, there was the love of his life, asleep, peaceful and lovely as ever, soft snores, maybe even a bit of drooling from time to time, put him in a state of euphoria; just by looking at them. He missed how the hugs felt, the kisses, all the jokes and giggles while being with each other… Some times his partner would be awake as well, catching him in deep thought or concentration on a book - he was not actually reading- understanding the situation within a second before jumping into comforting action.

As of right now, he didn’t want to worry his love but he was in dire need of some sense of comfort. The time was... late, and he knew that, he knew the up and coming concern he would create but he was in need of seeing Y/N's face and hearing their voice.

“Hey, dolce amore, che cosa è?” Y/N was clearly troubled. The clock read 02.54 am, beside the bed as they tried to turn on the lamp, and Ethan was also supposed to be asleep. (hey, sweet love, what is it?)

“I am sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, but-”

“But you are anxious,” Y/N interrupted, quickly catching onto the reason he was calling at such a time.

“Yeah.” His voice was soft and low, shame laced in the breathy exclamation as he looked everywhere but his lover’s face.

“It is ok, baby. What is troubling you at this hour?” They harbored a soft look on their face. It was not -just- because of the time, but they always held this expression when Ethan was troubled. A soft almost smile, eyes looking at him with so much love. Usually that was enough to put his worries to rest.

“I miss you. A lot. And we have this show tomorrow, we are performing Lividi sui Gomiti and I am afraid I haven’t rehearsed it enough, and this show is really important and I can not afford to fa-”

“Ethan, breath!” The sudden interjection slightly startled the man that, while rambling about his worries, had forgotten the most fundamental of actions; to breath.

“I am just worried about the show, that is all.” That was not all, and while not yet, Y/N would realize soon enough.

“It is ok, baby. Remember that you are doing this for you, forget other people for a second. You love to play your drums and you love the music you and the others make, right?” A slight hum from his line was the only response.

“Well, then remember that, and breath. Everything will be alright, I am sure of that. Yeah?”

“I am trying, amore, I really am, but man, it is hard right now.” His voice sounded almost like it was breaking, eyes slightly watery, still avoiding the camera of his phone.

“Is there something else going on, too?” Y/N could really read Ethan like an open book, even if it took a moment, they always understood what the drummer was trying to hide.

“I miss you, Y/N. A lot.” Although both knew the truth of his words, it was the first time he had admitted to it. “I just wish you were here touring with us.”

“I know, love, me too. But school/work is all over the place in the moment an-”

“I know, I know. I just miss you a lot...” The sorrowful look in his eyes broke Y/N’s heart whenever it was there. They thought that this man shall never feel anything negative; unfortunately that exceeded their control.

“I miss you too, Ethan. The house is empty when you are not here… Is there something I could do right now?”

“Can you teleport?”

With a breathy laugh and a sweet smile on their face, Y/N replied, “I wish I could, Ethan. I wish I could.”

“It’s late. You should go to sleep. You have that thing for school/work tomorrow. Oh my, I forgot! I am so sorry!” Oh, sweet, sweet, Ethan, even when struggling he is considering his person’s possible struggle - truly what has kept him from saying he misses them for so long.

“It is alright, love. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Yes. Lots.”

“Good, good. Now, why don’t both of us go to sleep now and we can talk again tomorrow.”

Just a simple face time call is all Ethan needed to calm his last minute nerves keeping him awake, going to sleep being far easier now, after the short conversation. The restful sleep did not last long and the morning arrived. Both of them were extremely busy for the am hours, the one with concert preparations and the other with different responsibilities they couldn’t ignore. But as they could not forget the responsibilities they could not fail to remember the little tradition they had with Ethan.

Although the Italian man is not full on superstition, believing in his and the band’s hard work far more than any “luck”, he found he performed better after chatting with his lover before a show. Thus they “lucky call” tradition was created - surely being turned into a “lucky kiss” if they were with each other.

Ethan could hear his phone ringing in his pocket during the chaos that is pre-performance. He was tempted to ignore it at first, not knowing who it is, but soon enough he changed his mind, seeing “mi amore” with the bold lettering of his phone, and responded to the video call.

“Hey, cucciolo, what’s up?” After a good night’s sleep and the swift encouragement of his lover, Ethan felt in high spirits, voice light like he’s floating. (apparently it means puppy which I think is so cute)

“Someone’s in a good mood!”

“Well someone spoke to a little birdy that told them they’ll do good today,” he smiled, the softest, most loving expression adorning his face.

“I am glad to be of service, good sir,” they joked,” but I wanted to reminded you of what I said last night. You will do great, good luck!”

“Why, thank you, dearie. I greatly appreciate it. How did work/school go?”

“It was alright, but, come on, this is your moment. I take it rehearsals went well?”

“Absolutamente, si! I was worrying about nothing!” His excitement was unbelievable. He called almost ready to cry the night before and now you wouldn’t be able to slap the smile of his face if you tried.

“Good to hear, love.”

“Well, you are my lucky charm, so I am not surprised at all.”

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast

#maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio #måneskin #måneskin imagine #måneskin fanfic

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soramei · 3 years ago

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Intentional - Part 5

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 4.0k

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A/N: yeah so about that upload... i was really busy this whole week but i hope to start uploading mondays again! thanks for understanding!!

Taglist (reply to be tagged!): @planetdemon @hvunvely @fluffybitch0325 @fashi0nablee @juststop88 @straykisz @theultimaterad @margaritas-en-la-montania @meowtella

There was a pause in the phone call.

You started biting your nails, instantly regretting what you had just done. Basking in your stupidity, you could only wait for his response, for it was too late to retract what you had just said. Your day must have been worse than you thought. It must have been so bad that you had the nerve to ask Bang Chan — an idol, a person with a strict schedule, somebody who you had an argument with — to come over to your pathetic little apartment.

You kept nibbling on your fingers.

“I’ll get my jacket.”

You froze, eyes wide.

“Huh?” You were bewildered. You weren’t even expecting an answer, much less this.

“It’s cold this late at night,” he explained, “I’ll be there soon.”

You didn’t know what to say. You heard rustling on the other side of the call.

“Wait, I’ll tell you my address,” you blurted out.

“You did,” he said.

You frowned, trying to remember if you did or not. That’s right. You blushed at the memory of your first day of work.

“Oh yeah, umm, I’ll hang up now.” You awkwardly said, hanging up before Bang Chan could fit another word in.

You were a statue in your own apartment, clinging on to the last words exchanged on your phone. In actuality, you didn’t know why you asked him to come over. It was just blurted out in the moment. Or maybe it was a result of your extremely frustrating day. Either way, you felt extremely embarrassed that you did so, especially so late at night.

You started boiling some water, still trying to rationalize what you had just done. This was normal for friends, right? Na-eun and Yoojin came over just yesterday and you were friends with both of them. You knew for a fact that you two were friends, but you still couldn’t find an explanation for the strange feeling in your chest whenever you were around him.

Turning your phone on, you checked your face in the selfie camera. It was a miracle that your makeup didn’t smudge off. You thanked your new ‘CLIO’ foundation cushion, it looked like all that time you spent doing your makeup didn’t go to waste. You stared at your reflection for a couple more seconds before turning your phone off. Why did it matter what you looked like anyways? You wiped off any remaining lipstick with the back of your hand.

The kettle started rumbling, letting you know that the water was ready. You took out your mug to prepare some tea. It was a bad idea to have tea this late at night, but there was something about your mother’s tea that could knock a grown man out.

Sipping your tea, you turned on Youtube to an episode of a Korean web-drama that was getting really popular. It was another one with some rich CEO and a clumsy average girl, but you still watched, fully enamoured. On the recommendations list, there was a video with Felix — the other person you saw at the cafeteria on your first day — on the thumbnail. I can never escape from work, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.

You clicked on it anyways, just to pass the time. Watching through the video, you were shocked by the production value. Well, that, and Bang Chan. Whether it was hair and makeup or just his acting, he was so different from the person you knew in real life. You were in awe by his natural charisma gleaming at you through the screen as it was a rare quality that few people you knew possessed. Embarrassingly, you found your eyes drawn to only him in every group shot. He looked good in an apron.

You got distracted by more random videos before clicking back on your drama. The next episode was just about to start when the buzzer to your apartment rang.

It was Bang Chan.

Hurriedly, you shuffled towards your door. With your hand on the handle, you took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he smiled back. He was leaning over you, his forearm on the doorframe. His coat was bulky, almost engulfing his whole upper body. He was wearing the same beanie you saw on multiple occasions, and in his hand was a white plastic bag.

You stepped aside, silently gesturing for him to come inside. He took your hint and sauntered in the room, head turning left and right to observe his surroundings.

“It’s not much,” you blushed, realizing how small your apartment really was. You could basically see all your belongings from the center of the room.

“No, it’s cute.” Bang Chan looked at you, taking his hat off. His dimple peaked out. “I brought some leftovers from that barbecue place. The kids and I went there after our shoot today.”

So that was what the bag was. With only food on your mind, you rushed to help hang Bang Chan’s coat before setting the table up.

The food was really good. They were leftovers, but it was so good. Stuffing a bite of pork belly in your mouth, you sighed. Where was this food earlier today?

“It’s good, right?” Bang Chan asked whilst chewing on a piece of meat. “I’ll take you next time.”

It was like he read your mind. You nodded eagerly in response, to which Bang Chan replied with a smirk.

“So, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “how was your date today?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to remember that embarrassment of a night. It was such a pity too, because that man was probably the most gorgeous man you’ve ever witnessed. You swore he had just stepped out of a webtoon when you first met him.

“It was alright,” you shrugged. It was difficult to reflect on the date without putting a damper on your mood, but maybe vocalizing it would have helped ease your discomfort. “He compared me to a model, you know.”

Bang Chan chuckled, making you look up in confusion.

“Was it because you looked exactly like the model?”

“No,” you replied.

His face immediately fell. “You’re kidding, right? Y/n, tell me you don’t believe anything that loser said. He’s got to be something below garbage if he was comparing two women.”

“Thanks, Chan.” You tried to force a grin on your face. “I appreciate it.”

There was a pause.

“I know my opinion means nothing, but Y/n, I think you’re beautiful.”

You stared into Bang Chan’s eyes, frozen like a statue. Your heart was beating so loud that you could hear it more than you could feel it. He stared back at you from across the table; mouth parted, breaths uneven.

You’ve received many compliments before, to which you would always reply with a smile and a quick ‘thank you’. However, it felt as if your brain malfunctioned in this moment and your heart was the only thing keeping you alive. You could still feel your body, but you couldn’t think.

“Thank you, Chan.” You awkwardly coughed, blushing profusely. Immediately focusing your eyes at the table, you couldn’t bear to keep looking at him.

The two of you ate in silence, with only the tapping of chopsticks adding to the ambience of the room. You wanted to make conversation with him, but you did not want to be the first one to break the silence. It frustrated you that you were so shy right now as you’ve never been like this back home.

To heck with it, you thought. There was no need to be shy around him.

“So,” you still couldn’t look him in the face, “any shows you’ve been watching lately?”

Small talk was good. You could do small talk.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to watch this Transformers movie for quite a while.”

“Transformers?” You’ve never heard of that one. It must’ve been an American movie.

“Seriously?” his eyes widened. “You’ve never seen Transformers before? Oh, we’ve gotta watch it now.”

“You wanna?” you smiled. “I haven’t used my TV since moving in.”

“Mhm, let’s do it.” He stuffed the rest of the leftovers in his mouth before standing up and clearing the table.

You watched him clear the table in a trance. You should have offered to help since it was your own home, but watching the veins on his hands appear and disappear was way more interesting. Watching him, you suddenly remembered the hoodie.

“Oh, that’s right!” You exclaimed, shuffling over to the bag with the hoodie in it. Taking Bang Chan’s black hoodie out, you held it up to him with both hands.

He looked down at you and chuckled.

“Keep it,” he took it from your hands and slipped the hoodie over your head. “At least until you buy a new jacket.”

“I will.” You rolled the sleeves of his hoodie higher to show your hands. You turned the light off, leaving only the floor lamp to illuminate your apartment. Grabbing the remote from your coffee table, you summoned Bang Chan over to the couch.

You turned on the TV, fooling around with the remote control for a few seconds before giving up.

“I give up.” You sighed. Pouting, you handed the remote over to Bang Chan. He took it from you and started reading the buttons.

“Netflix, right?” Bang Chan asked, to which you nodded. “There we go.”

He scrolled through the titles, looking for the coveted movie. Once he found the movie, he quickly selected it and turned the subtitles on. That was nice of him, you thought. Although you also studied english in university, it was nowhere near the level of watching a full english movie.

The title sequence started and you tried to immerse yourself in the movie. You watched in awe, surprised at the fast pace of the action already.

Fully engrossed, you started to sink your back into the couch. Half-way throughout the title scene, you felt Bang Chan stretch his arm behind you to rest on the back pillow. Suddenly, you started feeling too aware of your surroundings. You sat up straighter.

Throughout the whole movie, you caught wafts of Bang Chan’s cologne everytime he moved. He smelled like safety and familiarity.

You turned your head up a little to get a glimpse of his profile, mapping out every edge and curve of his face. The light illuminated the tip of his nose, along with his dewy cheekbones and chin. The plum of his lips were let slightly open, allowing his teeth to peek out slightly. You unconsciously let out a sigh.

“Something wrong?” He turned his body to face you.

You shook your head and focused on the movie.

The rest of the movie was pretty good, although it lost you at parts. You watched the end credits in silence, not knowing what to say.

“So,” Bang Chan cleared his throat beside you, “I should get going now. Since it’s late.”

You turned your head to face him, not realizing how close the two of you had physically gotten throughout the movie. Looking up at him, your face was inches away from his. His face was almost enveloped by the darkness of your apartment. You heard his breathing get heavier.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “you should.”

He didn’t get up though.

You heard his staggered breath as you kept looking in his eyes. The end credits had long been over by now. Your own breath was just as shaky and you heard your heart beat out of your chest.

He started leaning in. Slowly.

Your eyes widened. You gulped, your nerves snapped you back to reality all of a sudden. Wasn’t he supposed to be your friend? This wasn’t what friends did… Right?

Clearing your throat, you leaned back shyly.

“You should go. I don’t want the others to notice you’re gone.”

Silence.

“Yeah.” Bang Chan’s lips flattened in a line. Without another word, he stood up and walked towards your door.

You followed him in silence, hoping to at least send him off. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you watched as he put his boots on in the dark. He tied his laces, and with a nod, he opened the door and stepped out.

You were left with a sour taste in your mouth and a cloudiness in your head. Still standing in front of your door, you tried to process what had just happened. However, you couldn’t. All you could think about was the soft curls of his hair, the delicate threads of his eyelashes, and his lips. The dusty rose of his lips. The parting of his lips. Inviting you in.

You were frozen, looking at nothing particularly. The only thing on your mind was Bang Chan.

The door opened.

“Hey, sorry, I forgot my jack-”

His sentence never got a chance to complete itself as you rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. As your lips touched his, you felt a fire ignite in you like nothing you’ve felt before. Your fingers clawed at the nape of his neck, wanting more. Wanting to be closer.

Almost immediately, Bang Chan responded. He was taken by shock at first, but his hands didn’t waste any time to grip your waist. You felt the muscles of his shoulders tighten as he pulled you closer.

He moved you back into your apartment by the waist, lips never leaving your own. You blindly shuffled backwards, only focused on trying to get closer to him. If that was even possible.

You ignored the clunking of his boots against your clean floor, allowing him to guide you to the couch. A whimper left his lips as you used your hand to comb through his hair, pulling it. His soft brown curls were silk against your fingertips.

The back of your legs hit the couch and he turned you around so he could sit on the couch. Your lips finally left his. You gasped for air, trying to steady your deep breaths.

Bang Chan’s breathing was synchronized with yours, his equally as unsteady. He reached his hands out again, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of him. You were a ragdoll, responding to whatever he wanted to do to you.

With each knee on either side of him, you gripped his jaw and kissed him again. The fire inside of you instantly reignited. It was addicting.

The two of you didn’t dare to separate from each other, only parting to gasp for air every now and then. Even in the dark, you could imagine the plum of his lips and the threads of his eyelashes. This drove the fire in you more.

“What if the boys realize you’re gone?” you breathed out the next time you parted from his lips. They were most likely sleeping, but the thought still worried you.

“Fuck them.” Bang Chan exhaled. Grabbing the back of your neck, he reconnected his lips with yours. You gladly complied.

His sloppy kisses slowly moved from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. This seemed to only edge him on as kept leaving sloppy kisses against your neck, all the while running his hands up and down your waist.

His cologne surrounded you, keeping you safe. Soon later, the adrenaline left the two of you, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing to fill the room. You brushed your thumb under his eye to which he deeply inhaled.

“Chan?” you said. He was leaving kisses all over your collarbone.

“Hmm?” He didn’t seem to pay much mind to what you were saying.

“It’s half past three. I really think you should get going.” You didn’t want him to leave, but you were almost sure he had another packed schedule for tomorrow.

“Mhmm.” Your words went in one ear and out the other as he made his way up your neck again. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and let out a small moan.

“C’mon, get up. How did you even get here, by the way?” It took everything in you to break away from his touch, but you were starting to get sleepy.

“Taxi.” He said, helping you get up from his lap. He stood up after you, brushing his hand against your waist one last time before making his way over to his jacket.

“You’re allowed to ride a taxi?” You tilted your head, sceptical.

He slipped his jacket on.

“No.” He peppered little kisses on your cheeks. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that now.”

You giggled, pushing him by his shoulders out the door. He played along, pretending to stumble with every step he took back.

“Text me when you get home,” you said, repeating what he said to you on your first day of work.

He nodded in response and winked before turning around to head home. As soon as the door shut, you slapped both hands against your face. Your little act of impulse had spun your head in spirals. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved at the fact that Bang Chan reciprocated your impulsive actions, or to worry that you had not only just kissed your coworker — but also a freaking idol. No one — not Manager Chen, your friends, or even anyone in the general public — could know about this. If they did, both your careers would be screwed.

You doted on this thought as you got ready for bed, only the worst possible outcome came to mind. If either your manager or his manager knew about what happened tonight, you could get fired. Or even blacklisted. You sat in bed, nervously biting your nails.

Your phone buzzed.

Bang Chan: Hey, I got home. Nobody’s awake… ^^

Bang Chan: Don’t think too much, alright? It’s late, go to sleep…

You felt relief reading his text. For some reason, he knew you were overthinking your actions. You decided to listen to his words and go to sleep.

The next day, Sunday, was very uneventful compared to the day before. You texted Bang Chan back when you woke up, but because of his busy schedule, he hadn’t had the time to reply yet.

Yoojin called in when you were eating lunch, asking about your date. You told her the truth, explaining how there would definitely not be a second date with that man. She sounded disappointed and vehemently tried to set you up with another man in her pool. You politely declined, thinking about your restless night with Bang Chan.

You finished some work ahead of time to free up the next week. Since you were invited to work with Manager Chen at the content shooting, you assumed that you could lessen your work stress ahead of time.

The shooting days were allocated for Friday and Saturday, with there being an overnight stay at the mountains. Whilst you didn’t know the arrangements for Stray Kids, you were informed that the production crew booked a small lodge for the team. You were excited to not only see a behind the scenes of a real shoot, but to also possibly form a closer relationship with Manager Chen.

You were thankful that you did some work ahead of time as Monday’s workload was so much lighter than usual. People were still coming to you with their ideas for the project, but with your other work done, you had the time to go through everybody’s ideas.

You didn’t hear from Bang Chan the whole day, which was nothing out of the blue. You remembered him showing his schedule to you once. The amount of things he had to do everyday had your eyes bulging out from their sockets. All of a sudden, you were thankful for your nine-to-five job.

The next couple of days ran the same way as your Monday, with you easily breezing through your workload. Since you had more time during your breaks at work, you took to exploring the part of the building that you could. You admired all the art, the trophies, the awards and memorabilia. Of course, you also spent more time with your new friend Na-eun.

On Thursday, the day before the shoot, you were helping the producers by translating some notes for the script. All was going smoothly, when you got a text.

It was from Bang Chan.

You weren’t going to lie; you were curious as to what he sent you. He was basically silent the whole week so far, and if you were being honest, you missed hearing his voice. And seeing his face. And feeling his hands brush against your waist.

Bang Chan: Come to my recording room… I’ve got something to show you.

Your eyes lit up right away, curious as to what he wanted to show you. Quickly checking the time, you decided to take your lunch break then and there. After all, you didn’t have much work left for the day anyways.

Locking up your computer, you zoomed inconspicuously past all the other cubicles and made your way to the elevators. You weaved through the hallways of his floor, praying that your memory didn’t escape you. It seemed like your memory was on your side today as you found yourself in front of a familiar set of doors. You didn’t bother to knock before going in.

Inside was Bang Chan: feet up on the desk, drinking from his iced coffee, concentrating on his producing software. You smiled. He looked so comfortable, even in an ‘office’.

He had his headset in, and didn’t seem to notice that you had entered. You went up behind him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and immediately threw his feet off the desk and stood up upon seeing that it was you. You smirked.

“I should really put a ‘please knock’ sign on the door.” He cursed under his breath. He reached behind you to close the door.

You giggled.

“So, what do you have to show me?” you wondered aloud.

“A new song. Since the filming is tomorrow, the producers put me on a time crunch to finish the song by today.”

So that was why he was so busy, you thought. You didn’t realize how the sudden filming would have impacted his schedule for the month. Especially since it would take up two whole days.

He let you sit in his chair, and hovered over you to press play on the song. His chair smelled like his cologne.

As he was playing the song, your eyes drifted up to see his face. The face — even after only four days — you missed. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent. That, along with his disheveled hair, told you that he truly was dedicated to his work. You imagined him sitting where you were, two in the morning, sipping on his iced americano.

“You like it?” His eyes drifted towards you, resembling a puppy bringing a ball back to its owner.

“It’s amazing. I don’t know how you managed this in just a few days,” you said. And you were sincere too. You couldn’t imagine yourself doing any of this.

“Eh, you know, late nights.” he shrugged. “Wanna see another?”

You nodded, and the two of you began listening to another one of his songs. You listened in silent wonderment.

However, the silence didn’t last long as the two of you soon found yourselves on the couch: hands all over each other, lips the same. You were lying underneath him, his arms resting on either side of you to hold his weight up. Your lips never left his as you ran your hands up and down his defined biceps.

The two of you couldn’t stay away from each other. The sound of the songs that he had put on shuffle filled the room, along with a fleeting sigh of moan every now and then. Bang Chan’s hand had started wandering up your blouse when, all of a sudden, the door opened.

“Hey, I have the lyrics h-” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide.

Crap.

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jovnie · 3 years ago

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Artificial Intelligence | Namjoon

Summary

Namjoon after wondering the internet, came across a website Ad for a personalized A.I made for him and only for his viewing pleasure.

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Cyber namjoon au! College namjoon! A.i reader!

Warnings: smut, masturbation, virtual reality, moaning and heavily, medium amount of plot, kind of vanilla, riding, dirty talk, muscular joon. Oral (f), heavy whining, begging, dom joon, verbal joon.

With his eyes glued tiredly to the computer, his hand moved the curser to press play. This was his third year in college, being who knew what at the end. After years of tiredness from research papers to fieldwork, being a chemistry major wasn’t paying off one bit. Not his student debt either. Yawning, his arms stretched up and then out before returning them back to the slightly chipped computer to type the URL in.

With each little tap and click, he answered the questions before being brought back to the previous page. Groaning in utter frustration, he closed his computer and put his head on the computer before meantly screaming. He was half way through the questions and it took him out and how knows if he had 200+ more to do. Sighing, he lifted his head uttering, “at least its not the actual test”

With slight relief, he lifted the mac screen and saw he exited everything on accident. Giving up, he searched for a virtual teacher. With no luck, he stumbled across and Ad for an A.I. with an obvious lack of how the cyber world was or knowledge on A.I, he opened a new tab. With searching the key word. ‘A.I’ a small little text box appeared.

A.I ( Artificial Intelligence )

is an intelligence demonstrated by machines, as opposed to the natural intelligence displayed by humans or animals

After looking up the word and its definition, he thought he had a solid idea of what it was. Therefore he exited the tab and searched the subject and then Ai. After doing so he scrolled and clicked what he assumed to be a cite and looked at what it had to offer.

“This is neat. Ah, Let’s see where this goes! Maybe if I do this I can study with a human, I think?” He spoke aloud, looking at the options. Waking up a bit from the sudden excitement, he stretched his body and looked around for a notepad and pen. While doing so, a pop up appeared.

Stacy is single and is 65 miles away from you, wanna interact

Once namjoon returned, he saw the women and clicked off. He figured this wasn’t an appropriate or free ran website. Itching the back of his head, he continued until another pop up this time an ad appeared.

Create your own human A.I with unlimited uses here

Curiously he clicked the ad and saw you had to buy it, immediately he got up from his desk. Legs numb a bit from the lack of moment, he grabbed his wallet and took out his student card. Shopping he looked at the computer than a card. “Yeah no,” he laughed to himself, knowing he could catch a case he didn’t want so he grabbed his credit card before swiveling the chair to sit down. After blindly trusting the site, he was taken to the tutorial and saw a fully naked man on the screen. In shock, he shut the computer down to realize it wasn’t that A. I he needed. Sighing, he flipped the top back up and immediately felt hopeless with the exam. Seeing there’s a female version, he looked around to make sure none on the body was there. He knew he had the room to himself, but it’s still worth it. You never knew, who could be watching.

From there he closed his blinds, turned off the lights, and got back to the computer. He started to create your body down to the smallest detail. He had time as his classes for the week were canceled for finals and other school-related activities like college tours etc.

“Finally, you’re done and now we give you a name!” he smirked softly, rubbing his palm over his jeans on accident. With a few glances and searches, he named you y/n. Smiling, he pressed continue and saw there was an outfit room and spent a few more moments picking something cute, casual and sexy for your body frame. After that was done, he pressed continue. Suddenly there was timer and another pop up.

TIME REMAINING: 23hours 59mins and 23seconds

Thank you for ordering “Y/n” the A.I, everything is processing as you read. While you wait, please pick from the available voices and chose which one suits your needs “Namjoon!”

He had no clue what to expect, but it was worth the wait. Meanwhile, he spent an hour going through the types of voices he wanted you to have, till he could find your voice a perfect match for his needs. After pressing finish, he plugged his computer in and left his computer on as he got out of the chair and brought himself to his bed to sleep. Thankfully, he took a shower hours ago and was already more steps to sleeping than ever. Soon after, his head laid softly on the white pillow and his eyes began to close asleep.

The next day, around 5minuets, until it was time to see what he had gotten himself into. He moved his viewing location to his bed as it was simply more comfortable. Beforehand, he ate and cleaned out items he thought might me helpful with what he thought he’d get into in any minute now. While waiting with pain, he watched the minutes drop one by one until it was less than a minute and he grabbed his seanna drift, a virtual reality set made for his computer and recommended from an email sent to him earlier. He figured it came with more than just the yearly plan he paid for.

As his wallet cried, he read the direction of the screen ok how to connect the device to the website and began following the video instructions. As they told him where to find things and hook it up, he saw that it needed to charge and groaned loudly in annoyance. So he spent that saddened hour, cleaning his room till he saw green and followed the instructions once again.

“Okay ready!” he said, as the Vr headset and earbuds sat softly on his head. With wow and o’s he saw you in this basic room with the lights off and sudden shoe-making noises. Turning his head, he saw you turn on the lights and sat on the bed in front of him. Looking around he took note of his virtual surroundings before grabbing his flashlight and pouring lube he had trouble finding on the table and poor it inside the toy.

Waiting for you to make a move, he got up and placed his computer on the bedside table, and laid on his back. As shirtless and gray sweatpants he was, he still felt clothed. In that moment he took off his sweats, leaving his boxers on he noticed the screen changed onto the bed and it spoked him slowly. With you laying on his chest, he grabbed a free pillow and hugged it as if you were there.

“You feel warm” you chuckled, as namjoon blushed in the shock.

“Thanks, I guess you can see and hear me?” He asked, rubbing you “the pillow softly”

“I can, my system works like an actual person” you mentioned look g him in the eyes. Confused, he hummed in agreement. Whining, he was very pleased with how human you were and a bit concerned as well. He was amused and amazed at how advanced society had become.

After small talk, he warmed up to your very realistic body, voice and actions. Not to mention his hands moving slowly up and down his length as he watched you shower and how cute you looked when you did. Moving a bit faster, you looked and the system told you he was jerking off.

In a surprise you turned around and looked at him, covering your body. With him in tune with idea, he smirked. “what’s wrong baby? You don’t like when I view your body like this?” He asked, grinding his hips against the pillow.

“Well, um I do. Its just new to me okay” your system lies, as it registered grunts from namjoon.

“Well can you turn around for me?” He adds, taking his toy and liking it up to his actual length. Nodding, you turned around and bent over. As namjoon said his movements as listed in the tutorial earlier, you opened your legs as if he was spreading them for you. Holding onto the wall, he said more commands, and eventually, it looked like he was fucking you and it caused an involuntary grunt from his mouth.

“Fuck!” He cursed, sliding the toy up and down in a slow pace as he watched how his camera was moving. Looking at you he got up from a lying position, to his knees and moved the pillow into a u shape and placed his toy so it could feel more real to him.

Hearing your soft moans and a good view of your ass, he began to thrust faster into the toy, holding the pillow down as if he was your back and began moaning curse words. Luckley his head gear caught that and made your moans shift to match his rhythm.

“Ah! Ah! Please don’t stop!” You moaned, griping the shower walls looking back as his eyes wondered your body and all heard from him were grunts. Keeping your ask, he tried pacing himself so he wouldn’t cum too soon as the feeling was slowly building the more he got more into it.

“God! Fuck” he cursed again, as his head went back imaging you bounce back on him. Moving the toy to the desired speed, he kept going closing his eyes and listening to your moans as he reached his end. Jerking forward once more, his cock twitched as his cum spilled inside the toy. After coming down from the slight high, he looked at you who was hard breathing, body slightly shaking and a stream of cum laced your ass with grace.

After today’s use of the A.I he unplugged the device and let it charge. Shortly after, he exited the screen you were on and went to take a shower. Reflecting and thinking how could he make this experience even better and with that thought, he googled the company and saw they made Bluetooth connected toys. Browsing he found a torso toy and paid the extra $15 for the next day delivery. Smiling, he closed his computer and went to beg shortly after.

The next night, he had the box that contained the sex toy. He took it out and realized he picked the right color and body for you. As he read the directions he plugged it to charge and went to do some light reading verire coming back. Seeing the full bars on the side of the torso toy, he grabbed his headset and plugged everything in and made sure the section was secured.

You have connected toy 1251819, your system will now function off of movements from the toy and vr audio. Please speak select the place you wish to be in

After reading namjoon said “library” soon after, you showed up in the same outfit as he picked, sitting in the chair.

“Oh hi namjoon! What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling and putting the book down?

“Well I’m light studying for our test, mind if I join you?* he tells, as the vr moves his view next to you. While he looks around in his vr set, he notices your in a secluded area. As his hands move around the half thigh it registers and you blush slight.

"Sorry” he apologized, looking you up and down. As you told him it was okay, the screen of consent popped up and he knew it was okay to touch you. In that moment, he got on his knees again this time with a body like toy underneath. He instructed you to strip and as he watched you take off your clothes he rubbed his length in his bare hands.

“Good girl now gets on your back for me on the table,” he praised, watching you as your legs reminded closed. Opening them on the toy, you followed. He rubbed his hands around your thigh and rubbed around your lips till he found your clit and gently rubbed you in circles as you began moaning for him.

“You want me to stop?” He smirked, nodding no he stopped.

“Then tell me what you want” he adds, rubbing and teasing the area slowly. After explaining that you want him badly and would do anything, he removed his hand and rubbed his tip around your entrance.

“Please, please namjoon. I want it badly. You felt so good the last time” you told whining softly.

“Oh, you liked that?” He smirked chuckling softly under his breath. Nodding, he lubed you up hearing you moan to his touched, and soon began softly thrusting into you. Griping your shoulder softly, he stuped down your breast. As he began sucking on them soft, he moved in deeper feeling the toy clench on him. Surprised he jerked forward and went faster. It really felt similar to phaycal and actual human body. He continued thrusting, leaning over the you and the sting harder as grunts and your moaning filled his ear.

“S-so big namjoon, it feels-” you interrupted with a moan and he groaned feeling the toys warmness and the wetness of the amount of lube in you.

“Mm keep talking baby, tell me how good it feels!” He demanded, groaning and curing as he went harder. After a few words, his body started going faster as it started to feel too good on him. He told you to just moan and take him as he began chasing his high, which was beyond what he knew. As you moaned his name and reacted to his length and speed, namjoons grunts turned into soft whines and moans as he enjoyed himself with you.

“Oh you feel so good baby” he breathed out heavily. “Ah don’t stop cumming for me” he added, as the system didn’t stop cumming on him causing namjoon to thrust harder as the machine started releasing water already put in the toy on him. Feeling even more organic, he rubbed your clit getting you to choke on your moan as he went harder. Groaning deep and now at an animalistic speed the bed started speaking and his body kept going as he became more vocal with the feeling.

“OH GOD IN CUMMING!” he announced yelling, cumming so hard he started feeling sick and breathing so deep it made the feeling even more unbearable. Coming once more, he fell on top of the toy and laid there till he was able to come down from his high and plug his stuff back up. Looking he saw that not only did his toy break, but his computer was also malfunction with errors on the screen.

With not a lot of energy, he closed his computer and sat the now broken toy beside him as he breathed heavily. Not to mentioned the multiple knocks at his door, he assumed where from one of his neighbors.

“Just his luck” he whispered as he softly passed out sleep.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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Jealousy ~ Jeon Jungkook

You could hear the crowds of fans before you even walked out of the airport, shrieks of Jungkook’s name naturally caught your attention. He could feel your body tense up as he held onto your hand, as your steps also became slower.

He glanced back at you as you hung behind his body, refusing to look anywhere but to the ground. He smiled softly, looking back across at the group of fans who were eagerly waiting for the chance to see him.

“Do you want to wait whilst I go over and say hello?” He suggested, but your head quickly shook, finally looking over at just how many fans there were.

Whilst you trusted Jungkook, you never found it within yourself to trust the fans. Seeing how they acted around him always put you on edge. You were very aware that he was popular, but you always thought that the fans would respect those boundaries.

“I’ll come with you, I’d rather see what’s going on,” you finally replied, forcing a weak smile onto your face to try and assure Jungkook that you were alright. He nodded, guiding you across to all the fans as he lifted his sunglasses away from his face.

“I’ll make it quick, don’t worry.”

As he reached the fans, his hand slipped out of yours which instantly made you anxious. The rest of the boys passed by you as they made their way over to greet the fans too. You struggled to spot Jungkook in amongst the crowd as the screams got louder and the lights got brighter from all the cameras that were going off.

You soon took a few steps away however when you noticed a fan with both her arms around Jungkook as he posed for a photo.

The little remarks the fans made about you always stuck out, listening to them all talking about you hanging around only made you feel worse. Seeing how oblivious the fans were to you being around only added to the uncomfortableness you felt.

“Are you alright?” Namjoon asked, suddenly appearing by your side. He always had a trick for reading people well, and with you it was no different. He followed your gaze onto Jungkook as a fan whispered into his ear, resting a supportive hand against your shoulder.

“What are they saying?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, fearing the worst, not that he could tell you that. You tried your best to tune into what was being said but you couldn’t make out their words for the rest of the yells around you.

Your eyes looked up to Namjoon, “I think I’m just going to head down to the bus, I need to get out of here,” you whispered.

His brows knitted together, wondering just how safe it was for you to be down there by yourself. “Let me tell Jungkook that you want to go, and then I’m sure he’ll take you back to the bus.”

“It’s not like that Namjoon, I just feel like I need to get out of here, from all of this, it’s not for me,” you confessed, spinning on your heels, and walking away before you had chance to respond.

He looked between you and Jungkook as he tried to figure out what was best to do. His internal debate was soon answered however when Jungkook looked around and realised you were nowhere to be seen, locking eyes with his leader.

He quickly walked through the crowd of the boys and security, pulling Namjoon to one side. “Where’s she gone?” He yelled, telling instantly by the look in Namjoon’s eyes that he knew exactly what was going on.

“She wants to go Jungkook,” he sighed.

“Where? Home?”

Namjoon’s head shook, feeling his own heartbreak for the two of you, “I think she wants to leave Kook, permanently. It’s getting too much for her, it’s on you to fix this now.”

Before Namjoon had the chance to finish his sentence Jungkook had started running towards the bus, catching you getting on before slamming the door shut. Despite the chorus of fans yelling for him to come back, his only focus was on you.

Your body jumped as the door flew open a few moments later and Jungkook walked in, grabbing your hand before you even had chance to walk off the vehicle, sitting you down on the sofa.

“Please don’t go anywhere,” he pleaded, gripping a little bit tighter onto your hand. “I know it’s hard and it’s unfair on you, but you can’t go anywhere. I understand how all of this makes you feel, but that doesn’t mean I can let you go.”

Tears quickly threatened to spill as your head and your heart screamed at you, both trying to pull you in two completely different directions.

“I know you get jealous, and I can’t begin to imagine how uncomfortable that must make you feel,” he whispered, softening his voice to try and comfort you. “You can’t just walk away from this though, what about me?”

Your eyes closed as you tried to prevent your tears from falling, feeling his free hand come up and hold the side of your face, trying to bring your eyes to look at him.

“Please just let me help,” he requested, “what can I do for you?”

“You can’t do anything, only I can control how I feel.”

“But how can I stop you feeling the way you do?” He continued to push, “there’s got to be something I can do to make all of this better for you.”

His hand pulled you closer into his chest, his arms both wrapping around you as if it were the last time, he was ever going to hold you, allowing you to finally break.

“I always knew dating you was going to be hard, seeing all the attention you get kills me sometimes. No one respects me or appreciates our relationship, and it makes me feel so small. I never want to gatekeep you, but in times like this I want to feel like I at least exist.”

He sighed gently as you began to offload exactly how you felt, they were feelings you’d kept bottled up for so long, even if Jungkook wanted to open them. Whilst he couldn’t change the actions of the fans, he could change the way he treated you.

“I’ll do better to take you into consideration, my fans are important, but you’re so much more. I’ve been an idiot, not just tonight, but for a long time. I made a promise to you that I’d be quick and that I’d hold your hand, but then I let you go.”

“I can’t expect you to always hold my hand.”

“But I should.”

You slowly moved away from his chest to look up at his eyes as you heard a few sniffles emerge from him too. “Why are you getting upset?”

“Because I was terrified that you were going to go, Namjoon said that you were thinking of leaving. You have every right to feel the way you do, and it’s up to me to try and minimise the times that you feel this way.”

“I always told you that I wouldn’t get in the way of your career, I thought leaving would be for the best tonight, I felt like I had no other choice before I did end up risking your career.”

His head shook, no matter how important his career was, so was his relationship.

“Don’t ever allow yourself to go through these emotions alone, push through the fans and scream at me if you need to. Don’t ever be scared about what they’ll say or do, it’s irrelevant, just as long as you’re alright.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” he asserted, “I don’t want to experience a feeling like I did tonight ever again.”

He rested your head back against his chest as he rested his chin against the top of it, squeezing you a little tighter in his arms.

“Just to be sure, you’re not leaving, are you?” He giggled, pressing a kiss against your hairline delicately.

“I’m not going,” you laughed, “I’m staying right here with you.”

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hongism · 4 years ago

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belated - c.san (ft. jwy) 18+

↦ pairing: san x reader (ft slight san x reader x wooyoung) ↦ genre: pwp, smut, 18+, non idol au, friends with benefits au ↦ wc: 2.8k ↦ summary: san feels guilty for missing out on wooyoung’s birthday dinner, so he enlists your help in creating the perfect present for wooyoung as a belated gift | part 2 out now ↦ warnings: explicit smut, oral sex: f + m, fingering, filmed sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism mention, subspace mention, dirty talk, cum eating/swallowing, unprotected sex

“And you’re sure this is a good idea?” It’s a bit late for you to be backing out at this point; you and San have both completely stripped to be as naked as the day you were born, and San is fiddling with the tripod near the edge of the bed. He’ll start recording soon, though that isn’t the thing you’re hesitant about. You are more hesitant about San’s promise that Wooyoung will even like this. While you have entertained the thought of fucking Wooyoung on occasion – it’s not like he didn’t get the fucking best genes in the universe alongside San – you never thought that the feeling would be mutual or that he would ever see you in such a light. The two of you have a strictly neutral friendship through San: both having met the man at school and thus become friends through him being your mutual friend. You don’t think it to be the most extreme or strange thing to happen, but still, that doesn’t lessen your surprise the moment San asked if you would be okay with the offer.

Your relationship with San is far different from Wooyoung’s mainly due to the fact that you and San fuck frequently with no strings attached, and as far as you’re aware Wooyoung and San don’t do that in their spare time. Thus you had no issue agreeing with San’s suggestion, which has led you to this beautiful standstill with San’s toned and lean body on full display before you. You must be too enamored by San’s body before you to pay any attention to what he’s saying because moments later, his fingers come before your eyes and snap several times to pull your focus back.

“Hm?”

“I said I’m certain this is a good idea. Wooyoung has entertained the thought of you – well us, for that matter – many times, and he’s admitted it to my face. I’m positive that he’ll love the present.” San brings a finger under your chin and lifts your head a bit so that you can look him in the eye. “Besides you look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in you that I’d have a hard time believing he wouldn’t like it.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you grumble as you try to fight off the sudden surge of embarrassment rushing up your neck and face. San clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“That’s what I plan to do to you, sweetheart. Not the other way around.”

“Well hurry it along then.”

San only huffs out a laugh in response this time, but he steps away from where you’re perched on the foot of the bed to go fiddle with the camcorder a bit more. Seconds later, a small red light starts flashing at the edge of your vision, and you do your best not to stare directly at it as San walks back to you. He pushes your thighs open with his knees, slotting himself between your legs with ease, and leans over you to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You greet him like it’s second nature, and it practically is with the amount of times the two of you have done this. The only difference now is that there’s a camera present with you two, but as San’s tongue pushes into your wet cavern, you find yourself quickly forgetting that it’s there.

“Wanna give him a good show,” San murmurs, slipping away from you and leaving a thin strand of saliva between your lips.

Before you know it, he has dropped to his knees before you. His hands roam the expanse of your thighs, caressing the soft skin under his fingers, and he spreads you wider open with little resistance on your part. Two fingers sneak further upward and drag over the front of your folds. A bit of wetness has already pooled there, enough to make your core glisten as San pushes your lips open and exposes it to the camera. He’s managed to find the perfect angle to capture the action for the time being, but you know that will quickly change as the two of you lose yourselves in the arousal and sex-driven high. You drape a leg over one of San’s shoulders and lean back on one hand. The other finds purchase in San’s dark hair, combing through the soft locks as he presses closer to your heat. He greets your folds with a single, tentative lick at first, and the instant arch of your back under his tough encourages him to repeat the motion.

“Look at the camera,” San commands in a soft tone. The words aren’t loud enough to reverberate against your cunt, but it is enough to cause your arousal to heighten, and you don’t waste any time in obeying the command. “Don’t even think about keeping quiet. I want Wooyoung to hear every last sound that comes from your lips.”

You offer a quick and shaky nod, glancing down at San only once before bringing your gaze back up to the camera. San’s tongue finds your folds again – this time with more force than before – and you keen under his touch, a small moan ripping from your mouth before you can stop it. Your first instinct is to reach up and clap a hand over your mouth, but San hisses against your clit. It’s a warning, and you recognize it as one in an instant, pulling your hand back down to his hair with a bit of hesitation. His deft muscle teases your hole a few times before circling back up to flick over the bead of your clit. Even the slightest touch has you gasping under him, and his hands pressing down hard on your thighs are the only things keeping you firmly planted to the bed, otherwise you would be bucking your hips up into his tongue. It doesn’t keep you from begging for more. It should be shameful how desperate you are for more of his touch already, but the feel of his smooth tongue running over your folds is too good to be thinking about shame right now.

The next sound to fall from your lips is merely a whimper, and it comes out when San sets two fingers against your tight hole. He doesn’t even have to push them in for you to moan. It’s lewd and resonates through the quiet room, accompanied by the dry chuckle that falls from San’s lips, and this time, the sound sends vibrations across your clit. You writhe under his touch, and your elbow buckles under you. You slip backwards, tugging a bit too hard at San’s hair, and he groans from the sharp pull at his locks.

“Fuck, baby girl, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to finish the foreplay like I want to,” San hums. You offer another tug to his hair – an action more meant to tease him than anything else – and San responds by plunging a single finger into your hole. A gasp leaves you at the sudden stretch, which quickly breaks into a drawn-out moan as San sucks gently at your clit. You can’t keep yourself up any longer thanks to the sensation, and moments later, your back hits the mattress with a soft thud. “If you aren’t gonna look at the camera, then you had better tell Wooyoung how much you wish it was his tongue on you and not mine.”

“San,” you whimper, a bit breathless already. San slips a second finger into your tight heat rather than responding with words, and you squirm under the touch, hand tightening around the hair close to his scalp.

“Wrong name, sweetheart,” he teases back after a few seconds of terse silence. You nearly roll your eyes but a third finger pushes in beside the other two in you, and you see stars in the edges of your vision. “Whose fingers do you want in you, hm?”

“Woo – oh shit, Wooyoung’s!” You cry out, thighs squeezing together as San’s fingers brush over your sweet spot.

“And what do you want him to do to you?” San is straight-up taunting you now, and if you weren’t so full of pent-up arousal, you would probably kick him for being such a brat at the moment.

“W-Want his cock, I want it so bad.”

“That’s not good enough, baby.” San curls his fingers further, robbing you of the tantalizing sensation in mere seconds, and you whine in protest. You know that it won’t get you anywhere and he fully expects you to follow his orders like you always do, and once glance down at his face between your thighs pushes you further into that sweet headspace you love to be in while he’s fucking you. It doesn’t send you all the way there yet though, but it does cause you to beg.

“I want Wooyoung to f-fuck me hard. I want him to fuck me until I forget my name, I need his cock in me so badly. Just need to be f-filled up and – and fucked into the mattress, please.”

“There we go,” San coos while slipping his fingers out of the tight warmth of your cunt. “Such a good little girl for Wooyoung, aren’t you? Such a shame he can’t be here to give you that now.” San pushes himself up, one hand lingering at your hip and the other that was just between your legs sneaking up to your lips. You take the wet fingers between your lips without waiting to be told, and the taste of your juices on his digits has your body burning with shame. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll fill you up for him. On one condition—” San stretches his fingers in your mouth, spreading your lips wider as your tongue laps over him “—you have to call out his name instead of mine. And if you mess up, then I’ll stop fucking you.” He retracts his hand from your mouth, and you immediately try protesting to his demands once you can speak freely.

“S-San, no, pl-please—”

“No.”

It’s only one word but it hits harder than anything he’s said before tonight, and you sink your teeth into your lip.

“Will you do as told?”

“Yes… y-yes, I will,” you agree quickly, trying to shroud your face from the camera in your shame. San catches hold of your chin and pulls you forward once more.

“There’s a good girl. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.” He speaks the words with just enough softness and affection to have you preening under him. His cock brushes through your folds, teasing your hole a few times before he properly aligns himself and sinks into you with a shaky sigh.

“O-Oh, fuck, San,” you moan out before you can stop yourself. San’s member disappears from your heat quicker than you can process it, and you blink dumbly at the man above you in disbelief.

“Get it right, baby girl. You know whose name to say.”

“Wooyoung,” you mumble, walls clenching around nothing as you remember who and what this is for. San pushes back into you halfway this time, dick rubbing pleasurably against your slick walls, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from calling out his name again. You only release your tongue once he has bottomed out in you. He pauses there to let you adjust to the stretch of his member, chest heaving in an unbalanced rhythm as he tries to catch his breath. “Fuck me, pl-please, fuck me already.”

Your hands claw desperately at San’s shoulders in attempts to bring him closer to you, but San stays upright, fingers digging sharp crescents into your hips as he pulls out about halfway. His next thrust is so sharp that you feel your whole body slide backward on the bed, a startled moan breaking through your lips, and your hands fall uselessly by your sides. It’s with frantic grasps that you grab for the comforter, and all coherent thought leaves your mind as San begins to fuck into you at an increased rhythm.

“Sa–Wooyoung. W-Woo, pl-please,” you beg to the thin air above you, barely able to get the right name out in the haze of your pleasure. San chuckles above you. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air along with the grossly lewd noises coming from your cunt as San thrusts into you. You can hardly think about that though, too focused on chasing your pleasure. Then all of a sudden, San slips a hand from your hip to your cunt, and he drags the pad of his thumb over your clit in small circles. “Fuck, gonna cum, please, I can’t – I can’t—”

You can’t even finish the sentence thanks to the mind-blowing sensation. San continues his staggered motions, tugging you closer to his body and holding you as close as possible as he approaches his high as well. He must not be expecting you to cum so quickly though because when you do cry out and squeeze hard around his member, walls pulsing as the orgasm ripples through your body, he releases a surprised grunt. His hand returns to your hip so that he can properly fuck you through your orgasm, but he doesn’t opt to cum yet. Instead, he slips out of your fluttering hole and pulls you forward until you’re forced to slip off the edge of the bed. The carpet is rough under your knees but you aren’t in a mindset to complain about it, still a bit dazed from the pleasure.

“Where do you want it, sweetheart?” San grunts the words out, hand jerking over his slick cock, and you brace yourself on his thighs. You don’t reply verbally, but the way you stick your tongue out and blink up at him through batted eyelashes is enough of an answer. Within seconds, hot ropes of cum spurt from the tip of his cock, lacing your face and tongue with his seed. You flinch under the suddenness of the action. With eyes squeezed tightly shut, you wait for San to finish milking his cum out onto your face.

What you aren’t expecting, however, is the sudden touch of his lips against yours, cum intermingling between your mouths and dancing over your tongues as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You greet him with a pleased moan and dig your fingernails deeper into his thighs just to draw one last moan out of him before you’re satisfied. When San pulls back, there’s still a hefty layer of cum on your face, but he doesn’t let you clean up the mess yet, telling you to hold on a second. All you can hear is him shifting things a few feet away, then the heat of his presence returns to you.

“Show off for Woo, baby girl. Show him how pretty you look covered in cum like this.” Even though you can’t see San, you’re certain that he is dangling the camera in front of your face right now, and that thought alone causes you to stick your tongue out again and display the full extent of San’s cum on you. Fingers brush your cheek, collecting a few beads of cum before bringing them to your mouth and fucking the digits into your wet cavern. Once he’s satisfied with the amount of cum he’s pushed between your lips, he pulls back to examine his work. “Open your eyes.”

You do as told in a second, eyes fluttering as you make immediate eye contact with the camcorder.

“Now wish Woo a happy birthday, sweetheart,” San coos from behind the camera. You can barely make out the twisted smile playing at his lips.

“Happy birthday, Wooyoung,” you say, voice a bit raspy from the burn of the cum in your mouth and throat.

“And tell him that you hope he can join us next time.”

“I… I hope you can join us next time,” you repeat. A smile overtakes your lips at the pride in San’s expression. He doesn’t say anything else, fiddling a bit with the camera, and the red light stops flickering after a few seconds. “Is that all?”

“That’s it, baby girl,” San hums in response. “You did so well for him.” His thumb finds your chin once more, caressing the skin under a calloused finger. “I’ll get a rag, and we can get you cleaned up. Then we can send him the video and wait anxiously for his response. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” you murmur back, eyes falling shut as San presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

“Neither can I,” San chuckles before stepping away from you to head for the bathroom. “Neither can I.”

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↦ a/n: part 2 anyone? jkjkjk unless? okay but also it’s been awhile since i’ve written something like this so i hope you guys enjoy pls let me know what you think also this was written and prepared before my break so please continue to be patient with me as i work on coming back and spending time away to recover and heal!!

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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Ok, ok, here me out - I’ve got an idea for you to write. 🙌

How about the reader being a cam girl and Reiner watches her lives, and masturbates as he watches her poor abused cunt get wrecked by some fucking machines or something? And then they meet on the street somewhere, they communicate, and he just casually tells her that he watches her lives? 😗💅

Like, you don’t have to do this, butx my kinky shit self, has just been horny, lately, after reading your NSFW fics.

“hello boys and welcome to the show”

pairing: reiner braun x female reader

cw: aged up, language and nsfw (camgirl, voyeurism, female masturbation, male masturbation, male receiving oral, kissing, spit play, sucking and biting, nipple play, daddy kink, corruption kink, choking, praise, bondage (if you can call it that), unprotected sex)

word count: 4900+

a/n: bro this took me like 3 hours to do what the fuck, i’m sorry as soon as i saw this request i had a need to do it, i swapped out the machine part for like a vibrator dildo cause i didn’t feel comfortable writing about machines lmao, hope you guys enjoy this piece of shittary, i’m going bed

summary: in which reiner has an infatuation with cam girl y/n, after one of her shows he finds himself meeting her, revealing her secret, y/n finds gratitude by giving reiner exactly what he’s wanted since watching her

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A white robe encased your skin, the silk against your hairless body and the matching lingerie underneath, cupping your breasts and just skimming past your cunt. The camera flashed indicated it was on, it sat directly in front of the bed against the tripod with the ring light attached to it. The website was up in a matter of minutes, licking your lips you could almost taste the viewership that was about to join, all the money and gifts they had to give for your pretty show.

You tapped your finger along your keyboard, the stream starting at exactly 10pm, the rich men coming to see their fancy, the broke students needing something to satisfy them or the men who just wanted to see you and imagine that the show was just for them. A soft ribbon mask sat to the side of your desk, you stared at it hearing the clock tick away, the black coating the mask, with your mouth on show but your eyes behind the holes.

Undoing your hair, letting it fall onto your body you took a deep breathe, plastering the mask securely around your face. You let the robe open up, the tattoo that cascaded down your side on show, the smaller ones behind your ear and even the one on your ring finger was on show. But what man would notice these small intricate details, what man would drift their eyes away from your cunt to your neck or fingers. No man would, you were just a show, a show that they paid for to pleasure them when their girlfriends couldn’t.

Your alarm went off and in a matter of seconds the camera lighted red with the live show beginning. Taking a sharp breath you walked from the monitor screen, the comments flooding through to show yourself, to do what they wanted. Taking a sharp breath you knelt on the bed, your body being the only thing they could see across the white sheets.

Nobody would ever think the sweet Y/n was a cam girl, and who would you be the girl next door type, you’d find a boyfriend and live in a white picket fence neighbourhood. You were nothing like that, your knees beginning to part as the money and gifts flooded through the chat.

“Hello boys and welcome to the show.” You smirked out, the sound of your voice bringing in multiple comments and requests. “Thank you @babydolly/n for the gift, you want me to take this off.” You spoke sweetly putting up the presentation of a sweetheart.

Slowly taking the robe away from your body, the bra cupping your breasts and the underwear on show as your legs were now a part. “What should I do next Daddy?” You spoke to the viewers, an innocent yet seductive tone coming from your mouth.

More comments flooded through, wanting you to strip alongside with money and gifts. Thanking them you slowly unclipped your bra, letting your breasts perk up of being free from confinement. “My nipples are already so hard, daddy, I think I’ve been a bad girl.”

It was an act, an act that paid well and with more comments flooding through to touch and play with your tits. You had to comply, it was an income that you appreciated a lot, even with sleazy men on the other side you didn’t care. You wanted the money, the success of being a cam girl without an identity. You were known, yet so alone.

On the other side of your show, lube in hand as his hand clamped against his cock, the slick wrapping against his hardened cock. You weren’t even naked on the screen and yet he had gotten turned on, Reiner never meant to see your show, but Connie had sent a link for cam girls for laughs and now here he was. An addict to your body, every night coming to watch you, see how you called your viewers daddy, he imagined it was just him though, hating how you were others.

You spoke again after having played with your tits; the money being sent for you to remove your underwear. You could probably sell your underwear knowing your fans, “I’m already wet for you.”

The direct line you tried to have made you a lot more popular than you had ever expected. You knew why though, every moan and every movement you made was godlike, filled with lust and passion. You spoke directly to gain money, but your actions were for yourself, to need a release.

Reiner watched your slick drip down your fingers, the action of your legs spread gave him a view of your shaved pussy. He saw how the excessive wetness dripped down into your mouth, a soft moan coming from your lips. It was music to his ears, he had been pumping his length up and down slowly, wanting to enjoy the show and gave a release by the end of it.

The action of putting your fingers in your mouth had gained you more gifts and money, even with a mass audience, barely half ever gave money having already paid to subscribe so seeing no need to give extra stuff. You didn’t care knowing that those who did pay for extra stuff were giving unnecessary amounts of money.

“What should I put in myself today, daddy?” Your body was on show, a box filled with dildo’s and vibrators was placed to your side, going from the largest ones to the smallest ones. “A rippled vibrator.” You brought out the black vibrator, it was long in length and you had rarely used it on a show but seeing as more money had come through, how could you not comply.

Reiner’s eyes widened at the sight of your put the vibrator around your lips, it wasn’t even a real cock and still your licked and sucked on it as it was. Your fingers dipping between your folds, he could imagine how perfect your mouth would be across his own cock. His motions became quicker and firmed, his cock reddening due to the overstimulation with no release.

Your moans filled the camera, the vibrator being inserted into your wet cunt, your other hand had moved to cup your breast as you had put the vibrator setting on the highest one. Feeling as you let your body straddle it. Your cunt on the camera sending a shock throughout your body, it was all for the show but even then, you could gain your own release.

With your eyes shut and your legs trembling at the feeling of the vibrator inside your sore cunt, you caught a glimpse of the comments and gifts, they wanted to see you lie down with your cunt on show.

Reiner watched as your back hit the bed, your legs wide as the camera had view of your full cunt, your thighs spread and the black vibrator between your fingers moving up and down through your thick coat of slick. His hand moved up and down faster now, he was glad his roommate wasn’t home, the groans that filled the apartment were scarily loud.

He kept his rhythm with your own movement, he watched how your finger where your tattoo was covered in slick and saliva. He had noticed it for your very first show, an initial of some sorts but your life had been private never exposing who you were. Even your name could be a fake, he knew if he ever did meet you, he wouldn’t be able to resist you.

Your back arched as you continued thrusting the vibrations into your cunt, your other fingers moved to rub at your clit. For a show it was pretty tame compared to other cam girls you had seen, yours were just you and vibrators, but some had others, even inviting fans to play their sub.

You rubbed your clit, the camera flashing across your sweaty body. The room smelt of cum and sweat, it was gross but the sound of your moans engulphed the air more. With a coil filling up inside of you, you spoke again, “can I cum daddy?”

The comments flooding through of a yes, you knew what this meant, the men were at their own limit, having watched you for the past half an hour, strip and tease them. They wanted the release they had paid for, you rubbed faster and thrusted deeper. Moaning and groaning, your cunt was on show for the whole world to cum too.

Reiner saw how you moaned much more loudly, he had noticed how your pace quickened, his own pace on his cock had gotten faster. His ability to remain constant with you was impeccable, he moaned loudly as he watched your pace and force quicken.

You moaned a “daddy.” Just as Reiner moaned your name, cum dripped away from the vibrator it fell out of your cunt and had seeped out of your cunt and onto the bed sheets. You sat upright watching as the cum stuck to your thighs, your fingers sore from having rubbed at your clit and tits.

Reiner heard your final words, cum dripping from his cock and onto his palm. He regretted sitting at his desk and doing this, his pumping stopping as his cum dripped from his fingers and onto his thighs, he turned to watch your face on the screen, how you licked your lips probably tasting your sweat and cum. He thought of how he could ruin you, he could imagine hearing you call him daddy, not on a stupid stream but in real life. “I’ll see you tomorrow, daddy.”

You gave an innocent look before ending the stream, taking a heavy breathe, you felt sore and dirty, needing a shower. You took the mask off, putting your camera away and turning the monitor off. Leaving the guest bedroom you walked towards your own bedroom, the bedroom that was your safe place. The place where you weren’t camgirl Y/n or university student Y/n, the place where you were just Y/n.

Reiner hadn’t been able to sleep since your stream, hearing you talk, your whimpers and moans, even the look of the white cum gush from your cunt intoxicated his head. He needed more, having paid a subscription to you, he had never sent comments or gifts feeling it to be what every other man did. He wasn’t like those other men, he found himself on other websites where your streams had been recorded, spending another night, pumping and cumming just at the sight of you.

His alarm blared in the early mornings, he was late, of course he was late. He had just spent the entire night watching you cum over and over again. Cumming every time you cummed, he woke up in a sweat, needing to shower but knowing he’d been even more late. He didn’t care about deciding to miss the lecture and taking a long shower. Images of the show played through his head, images of how your mouth sucked at the vibrator. His hand went to his half erect cock, imagining your plump lips in the shower suck and glide your tongue against his length.

He could imagine how your hair would get wet and how even with the mask on you were the prettiest person alive. He could imagine how your tattoos would look like your hands were behind your back, he could imagine face fucking you. The cum dripping down your lips and how you’d meet his height and whisper in his ear how much you wanted him to fuck you.

Feeling himself cum again, the white liquid dripping down the drain. He knew he had to sort himself out before his next lecture, he couldn’t stay this horny mess. Even if you were attractive, he couldn’t continue his days thinking of fucking you, he needed a distraction. He thought of getting himself out there, going on dates, hooking up with girls. But every night he’d end up back watching your shows.

“Reiner, hurry up some of us have to pee.” The sound of Bertholdt banging at the door made Reiner’s infatuation with you stop. He quickly got out, the towel slinging across his waist as he saw the droplets fall across his abs and hair. He saw the hairs across his face, he had let it grow and hadn’t bothered shaving it since he turned 20.

Bertholdt quickly ran into the bathroom closing the door as Reiner walked out, going to his room, he tidied away the tissues and made the room smell less like he had cummed multiple times. Before leaving the apartment, he hated early morning lectures as much as he hated being interrupted but here he was walking into the coffee shop where Connie had told him to meet him for their next lecture.

He stood in line needing some coffee, his tired hazel eyes looking dull and gloomy. He looked ahead focusing on his surroundings, he noticed how the entire coffee shop was packed. Students everywhere, chatting, working, drinking and eating, noticed a spare seat in front of a girl, he thought it was his best bet to get the coffee and ask to sit in front whilst he waited for Connie.

You had gotten in early to your favourite coffee shop, sitting in one of the spare tables. You got your laptop out, taking soft sips of coffee as you checked your bank account. The money flooding into your account, you almost felt bad for the men who paid for your shows, they could easily gain the same thing from Pornhub or just go out and fuck girls. But they came to you and it felt almost too good to be true at how you had gained a viewership of fans.

You heard a cough up ahead, looking up into the tall blond. You gave a slightly confused look at him, “hi, could I take this seat whilst I wait for my friend?”

“I don’t see my name on it, go ahead.” You tried making a joke with the attractive blond who gave a soft chuckle.

He felt like he recognised your voice, the way you spoke with assertion and confidence. It felt so familiar but as he watched you go back to looking at your screen. He couldn’t see anything, “the name’s Reiner.”

“Y/n.” His face fell at hearing your name, the way your eyes perked up from the screen, facing the blonde. He couldn’t speak, it couldn’t be, you couldn’t be the woman he had been infatuated with for weeks now.

“Whoever you’re waiting for seems to be late.” You check your watch, seeing how the next lot of lectures were starting in five minutes.

Reiner didn’t pay attention to your comment instead seeing the tattoo that embellished your finger. “Nice tattoo.”

“Oh thanks, I have a couple.” You spoke not bothering to show him the other, he seemed on edge. His grip on the coffee cup tightening as he stared at you, he could recognise that tattoo from anyway. He had seen that finger pump right into your cunt, but you couldn’t be, you couldn’t have been this close to him, without him ever realising.

“Hey man, sorry I’m la…” Connie had waltzed in but had noticed both you and Reiner together, “oh hey Y/n, haven’t you got a lecture as well.”

“Professor cancelled, I thought I’d come here to relax.” You knew Connie from having met him in your first year, he had been a sweet kid but even then, sweet kids can end up tormenting others. Which had become his favourite thing.

“She wasn’t annoying you right?” You stuck your tongue out, Reiner felt at unease, could that same tongue have sucked your slick filled fingers.

Reiner shakes his head as Connie gestures for him to get up, “actually, go without me.” Connie didn’t bother questioning Reiner’s motives, instead leaving due to not wanting to be late.

“What about your lecture?” You questioned scratched the side of your neck, he could see the start of the black tattoo behind your ear. He had all the proof he needed to ask you the question that he had been dreading to ask.

He stared at you, with your eyes fixated on his own, it was uncomfortable, but he asked the question anyway, “are you camgirl Y/n?”

Your face flushed at the question, feeling uneasy. You began stuttering, “w…what?”

“Are you camgirl Y/n?” He repeated.

“I don’t know who that is.” You bit your lip, the same action you had done last night, he knew it was you.

“I don’t care if you are, I watch your videos.” He spoke with confidence.

You knew you had fans, but you had assumed them all to be old men or 18-year-olds who had control of their money. Not your friend's attractive friend, you felt insecure however, an attractive man like himself having watched you. “Pl…please don’t tell anybody.”

He hadn’t intended to make you feel uneasy as he tried to salvage the situation, “Y/n, I wouldn’t, you’re just really pretty y’know and your streams are umm.” He scratched the back of his head.

You shut your laptop facing him, “my streams are what?”

“You’re just perfect y’know, every part of you, I really like your tattoo on your side, and the birthmark you have as well. I read that you said you didn’t like your birthmarks and scars that you got as a kid, but I think they’re…perfect.” He didn’t know what got over him as he spoke about your body so freely.

But even then, you saw that he watched your streams to yes cum, but something more. To just see you, for you, an idea popped into your head, a bad idea but you were horny and alone. “My apartments 5 minutes away.”

He gave a confused look at your statement, you began to put your stuff in your bag, putting your coat on. Before bending down to meet his ear, “why don’t you come and fuck me, daddy?”

The words fell from your lips in a matter of seconds, if he was a friend of Connie’s he couldn’t be that bad and with him keeping your secret he deserved some sort of reward. Reiner’s eyes flashed, only a mere hour ago had he dreamt of those words coming from your mouth and now here you were ready for him.

“Unless you’re…” He interrupted, grabbing your wrist.

“Let’s go to yours.” The walk was silent, you seemed to live alone at how you easily dumped your stuff to the side. He walked inside taking his shoes off, as you dropped your coat to the side.

The reality of the situation had settled in, as he watched your uneasiness. You had invited a stranger to fuck you in the heat of the moment. You were about to speak but heard Reiner’s voice instead, “why don’t you go to your room?” His confidence had regained, after seeing how shy you had gotten and how the vibe from earlier of a sweetheart had washed away after the confession.

He wanted to take control, wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to hear you scream his name in real life and not on a screen. You nodded walking past the room that had all your recording stuff, he followed, noticing how nice your apartment was, almost inviting.

He walked into your room, he had expected to see the same dark room for your streams, but instead was met with your cream-coloured walls and potted plants everywhere. Pictures from your high school and university life, he could see how your room represented you, and as much as he hated to say it. He couldn’t wait to ruin it.

“Reiner…” You whispered as he came forward, he stood in between your legs, his large hand almost cupping your entire cheek.

“I’m not one of those rich fanboys who send you money when you spread your legs, now be a good girl and open wide.” Butterflies filled your stomach, his hand still cupping your entire face as your mouth opened up for him.

The sound of him gathering up spit in his mouth filled the air before he spat directly into your mouth, “swallow.” The early insecurity had gone and was filled with a dominance that made you even more turned on.

He watched as his saliva and spit flooded down your throat, the warm liquid mixing with your own saliva. His lips attached to your own, still standing tall against your frame, your hands were directly to where his cock was, and you could almost see the bulge through his jeans. His lips were rough as both his hands grabbed your face, it intoxicated your mouth as his tongue gliding against your own.

Soft moans filled the air before your hands reached to undo his jeans, he didn’t stop you letting you throw the belt away as the jeans fell to the floor. The huge indent made an impression as you almost gasped at the size, but Reiner’s mouth suppressed it all. He smirked knowing that even your vibrator and little toys were no match for his cock.

Your fingers skimmed across his boxer material; the feeling of his cock almost grazed back. He let go of your face, watching at how you caught your breath, before moving his fingers to the hem of your shirt. He lifted it above your head, seeing the breasts and tattoo he had seen on your show, it felt intimate, however. Like now he was the only person who should see you like this, he towered over you again before kneeling against the bed.

Our body encased as he looked down at you, his cock just skimming your stomach. “Pretty aren’t you, I can't wait to ruin you.” You response was cut off with a moan from his mouth attacking your neck, the sucking leaving you to moan his name. Which turned him on even more, he moved his mouth to your neck, undoing your own jeans to let them slide down your legs.

His mouth moved to just above your breasts, looking up to see your whimpering sight, “Rei…Reiner.” It was a much louder moan as his other hand had rubbed against your clothed cunt.

His other hand undid your bra chucking it to the door, as his cock rubbed against your cunt. The sensation almost makes you mewl and cower, “I want to s..suck your cock.” You whimpered out.

How could he ever refuse an offer like that, he took his shirt off in one slick movement. Your eyes on his chiselled abs and hairs that trailed his happy trail right down to his cock, he moved to lean against the pillow, the softness of your bed gulping his body. He watched as your breasts hung from your chest as you crawled towards his clothed cock. “Use those pretty lips of yours, baby.”

The sound of praise lifted your confidence as you removed his boxers allowing his cock to spring out in all its glory. The way the tip blushed and curved towards his abdomen made your mouth water, but most of all the sheer size of the veiny cock was monstrous to say the least.

Your tongue licked from the base upwards, the feeling of his precum dripped down your fingers and mouth, he gave a groan tilting his head back as he felt your lips wrap against his cock. He didn’t expect you to get the whole cock down your throat, but he wanted you to, he watched as barely half fit down your throat before you felt suffocated. But even then, feeling your tongue lick and wrap around his cock sent him into a frenzy. “Babyyyy” he gave a moan feeling his cock hit the back of your throat, he wanted to watch you struggle for a bit before he did anything.

“It’s…too big.” Your eyes had watered from the feeling of being stuffed.

“It’ll fit.” Was all he sent grabbing your hair in a fish and pushing your head down onto his cock. Tears welled up at how your nose reached lower and lower almost touching the base, his lifting of your head allowed for minimal time to breath. But the groans and moans were what made it ever more satisfying, he continued using your mouth, his grip tightening occasionally. Before his whole cock fit directly to the back of your throat, the way he could almost see it in your throat and how well you had done made him cum on the spot.

Cum shooted down your throat with a moan of your name coming from his lips, he watched as you swallowed the saltiness down your throat. He brought his fingers to wipe away the cum that had dripped down to your chin, “suck.” His fingers went into your mouth as you sucked to taste the saltiness mix with the taste of his fingers.

“Fuck me.” You moaned through the sucking; his other hand having gone to remove your underwear.

He saw your bare form for the first time in real life, it wasn’t a show or in his head. You were here in front of him, you were real, and you wanted him to fuck you. He grabbed your waist turning you over to make your body press against the bed, your ass perked up right away. Up for his cock to slam into it, you felt one hand press against your head pushing your face downwards as the other went to your hands grabbing them to put them behind your back.

His cock skimmed back and forth before he slammed into your tight walls, a loud moan erupting from your mouth. “Fast…faster, daddy.”

Even with your face against the bed you were still a mess, “fuck, you’re so tight.” He had gotten half his cock in your cunt before he began thrusting, a sensation sending vibrations down your body and bed. He continued thrusting each time adding more of his cock into your slick filled hole. “Taking me so well, good girl.” He groaned out; it was heaven to your ears. Even with the feeling of being bound by his hands you felt like this moment was more intimate than any sexual experience you had experienced.

“Fuck.” He repeated throughout each thrust, he had let go of your head, letting your give out more freer moans at every thrust through the slick. His hand moving to your neck, grabbing it with a strong hold. He grasped it letting moans fall from your lips before tightening his grip, your head was up in the air and with each thrust his base seemed to meet your tortured cunt. “Who does this cunt belong to?”

“Y…you, daddy.” You moaned, he saw how dishevelled your hair had gotten, how it was moan after moan, it was unlike the shows where your moans would be filled with just fucks and daddy. You were more vocal, more vocal for him.

His cock had reached the back of your uterus, knowing how after a couple more thrusts he’d be ready to cum in your pretty cunt. “Cu…cum.” You whimpered, he let go of your neck, his hand moving to move your hair away from your face. Even with his kneeling position he was in great view to see the beauty you held within each whimper and moan.

“You're going to cum right on my cock.” He groaned out, “fuck baby, come on do it, cum right on my cock.”

You felt the coil release from your cunt, letting the white gush from you and onto his cock, the cum let him more easily slide back and forth into your own cunt. Before feeling his own sensation relieve him, his cum filling your cunt in a matter of seconds.

He got out of you, dropping his head beside you. Your cunt filled and body sore from his grip, he watched as you tried to get up, but wobbled as you stood, cum dripping down your thighs and legs. “Clean yourself up later.” He muttered, bringing an arm around his neck as he watched you try to move.

“You could’ve warned me about that before.” You pointed to his cock after seeing him chuckle at your struggle. Giving up on movement, your suffocated cunt and you almost waddled back to the bed.

Collapsing right beside Reiner, his arm moving to your waist as he brought you closer. “We should do this again, sometime?” He proposed, he didn’t want to be fuck buddies, but you might still see him as some fan you needed to repay.

“We should go on a date.” You muttered quietly, resting your head against his chest.

His eyes widened at the comment, “a date?”

“You have been on one before, two people go out to get to know each other, might even fuck after, we did it in the wrong order, but I know this Sushi place.” Your eyes were shut as you rambled on.

He looked down at your perfect figure, the way you clinged onto his chest, his arm around you security. The sweaty hairs sticking your face and god that smile that could melt a man, you wanted more from him, he wasn’t just a fan anymore and you definitely weren’t the cam girl anymore. Taking a sharp breath he spoke the words that started the future of you two together “I’d like that.”

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