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lenacosse · 1 year ago

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Hockey player!Sirius x Ice skater!Reader that are rivals smut.

pairing: sirius black x fem reader

cw: strong language, smut, choking degradation

word count: 3,041

‘i could tell that you were bad news

but i kept messing with you, messing with you

and now you’re messing with me, messing with me’

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You step onto the ice, the cool air wrapping your body in a familiar hug. You were particularly excited today for practice because you were doing it alone, you loved your coach she was great but there was something so therapeutic about being the only one. You do your usual warm up, a few laps and simple tricks. At the minute you were training up for a major competition that would dictate your future in skating, however knowing this it didn’t make you worried because you knew how good you were. You’d been doing this your entire life which has maxed out your skills, anyone would be stupid to not acknowledge your talent.

After your fifth lap your body was heating up and your blood was pumping faster- desperate to get started. You skate over to the speakers and start your routine, this routine was the most intricate you had ever been set but you were destined to perfect it, and so far it was going good. As you were landing your butterfly spin the music cut off, you turned around to hear a wolf whistle. Your face dropped as you saw who it was.

“Black. What are you doing?! Turn the music back on I’m rehearsing.”

“We’ve came to practice. Get off the ice.”

You skate over to him, he’s standing there with a smug look on his face. He’s decked head to toe in is hockey gear and holding his sticks, beside him is his friend James. You weren’t sure which one of them you hated more.

“I don’t care.” You cross your arms, he rolls his eyes at you. “Your team has practice in an hour. The rink is reserved for figure skating.”

“What do you need the rink for? Dancing. You skaters are fucking ridiculous.” Sirius scoffs.

“Oh yeah you’re right! I’ve no reason to be here, you said it yourself, skating isn’t a sport.”

“It isn’t.” James adds, you feel the anger rising in you.

“Shut the fuck up Potter! I’m not leaving the rink. You both have scheduled practice in an hour, just fucking wait til then.”

You ignore the protest that Sirius is putting up and skate back to the speaker, resuming your rehearsal. You try to ignore the taunts the two boys are sending your way, they tormented you to move as they set up their nets, you pushed the net half way across the rink which pissed Sirius off.

“If you move that one more time I swear to god.” He fumed.

“I told you already Black I need the space! I have a competition in a month.”

“And I have matches. I don’t care about your stupid hobby.”

“Hobby?! Fuck you.” You exclaim and angrily make your way back to your side of the rink. You felt all eyes on you as you performed, you could feel Sirius judging you. You truly hated him beyond explanation, he was horrible to you ever since you met him four years ago.

He constantly denied your talents, sabotaged your space and made you feel inferior to him. Most ice hockey players done that to the figure skaters, they didn’t see the art in it. But you didn’t care, Black’s words bounced off you and you redirected them back at him. You knew he was a rough fuck boy who cared way too much about sport, ice skating was a creative outlet for you, a deep passion that let you express yourself, a talent that you could master. But for Sirius hockey was an anger outlet, he could be rough and mean on the rink. He also saw it as an excuse to disregard school and education, one injury and you knew him and his precious future was fucked. Of course he was in denial about this, like most men are. But anyways, his beautiful face and toned body didn’t distract you from his venomous personality and sleazy mouth.

You were practicing your axel, that is until a a hockey puck files right at you. Hitting you in the chest, the aggression of the blow sends you flying, you land awkwardly on your back with your ankle tucked under your leg. You cry out in pain, you look up to see James with a conflicted expression on his face and Sirius plastered with a smug grin.

“Knew you were a shit skater.” Sirius taunts. You get up in an instant, the anger you felt overpowering the pain of your ankle.

“You fucking bastard! That wasn’t funny Sirius I could have got seriously injured.”

“I didn’t think you would fall fucking hell give me a break.”

“Give you a break?! Fuck you are ridiculous! You can take this fucking puck and shove it up your arsehole you wanker!” You pick up the puck and throw it at him, it only enrages you more as he catches it. You could have quite literally strangled him.

As you storm off he shouts back at you, “guess we lost our ‘best skater’.”

“You know plain fucking right that I’m better than you! You’re a sad excuse for a player.” You yell as you take your skates off.

You walk around the corner out of sight to put your shoes on, you knew this was the final straw with him. You were debating reporting him, but you weren’t petty and you knew he was just childish, so for now you would leave it. You were about to walk away but stopped as you heard James speaking.

“Don’t you think that was too far?” He asks as him and Sirius resume with their practice.

“No? How is it too far?”

“…she could have gotten hurt” James responds.

“She didn’t.” Sirius sighs, “look I don’t know why you care, she’s a bitch who’s always had it out for me so I correspond with that attitude.”

“Still. You shouldn’t have fired that puck at her, if she tells the captain you’re off the team.”

“She won’t.”

You rolled your eyes as you heard that, of course he assumes you’ll be nice and pity him. But he’s right, you won’t because just like him the captain didn’t care for the opinions of the figure skaters. That to you was most likely the reason Sirius was such a dick, you walk away- not caring for the rest of their stupid conversation and get changed in the locker room. Your ankle was swollen but nothing serious happened, that you only could be thankful for. It would be an absolute disaster if your ankle broke before your competition.

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The next day you arrive again at practice, again alone. You had a later scheduled one on one with your coach but your entire day was free so you decided it was a good idea to get there early. So again, you go onto the ice and start your routine. Out of the corner of your eye you see Sirius putting in his skates, you audibly groan and watch as he skates onto the ice. However he barely acknowledges you. You thought he was going to leave you alone, until after you landed your spin he approaches you.

“Looking wobbly (Y/L/N).”

“Fuck off Black.” You snarl and send him a glare.

“You’re cute when mad.” He smirks.

Your face screws up in disgust as you scoff. “Leave me alone. Go annoy someone else.”

“Ah but no one reacts like you do, theres no fun it in.”

“Oh you get off on bullying? How charming.”

“You’re just as bad,” he winks. You gag at him and move across the rink in an attempt to get away from him.

Surprisingly he takes the hint and leaves you be for awhile, but you could see him staring at you. Watching your every movement, his eyes following you like a predatory animal about to pounce. You felt uneasy under his gaze, you hated to admit but he held power in his eyes. There was something about him underneath all the hatred that fascinated you, but that was only a minor thing. And of course once he started to piss you off again you were reminded of this hatred. This time he chose to mess with your music, he kept turning it off and changing it to another artist.

“Stop. Leave it be.”

“I’ve had enough of watching you gallop around the rink.”

“I’ve got a solution for you genius, leave. Go on, piss off I don’t want you here.” You spoke in a child like tone to mock him.

“You go. You come every day I can’t get a fucking minute alone in here.”

“I come here to rehearse. And too fucking bad, you don’t own the rink I have every right to be here. I pay to use this.”

“Rehearse? Fuck me you are delirious, figure skating is ridiculous.”

“No you know what, I think you’re jealous. You’re threatened because I’m the only one who meets your match. Right? You think undermining me and making fun of me will make me quit so then you’ll be the best.”

“What we do is completely different, so no. I’m not jealous.”

“I know what we do is different. But you’re so shallow that you’re threatened by everyone, you want to be the best contributor to this company but you can’t because you think I’ll beat you every time.” You move closer to him, you eyes locking in on his. He looked mad, you were getting under his skin.

“Im not threatened by anyone. To think that you’re even on the same playing field as me is crazy. You’ll never be as good as anyone that contributes to this company. You’re an awful skater.”

You just smirk, he was trying so hard to hurt you but it wasn’t working. You knew you were good, that you earned. “Nice attempt.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“The feelings mutual.”

You both share intense eye contact. You head was running wild trying to find something to say, but the way he was looking at you was making your brain fog. All you could think of was the way his jaw flexed when he smirked, how his veins became prominent as he balled his fists or how his eyes were laced with pure lust as he looked into you doe ones. You couldn’t believe standing in front of him you felt sexual tension between you both, you broke the eye contact and cleared your throat.

“Fine dickhead. Have the entire rink.” You sneer and walk off the rink. Removing your skates and walking back to the females changing rooms. Before you open the door you feel a hand grip your wrist and pull you back.

You’re met with Sirius’ face, he looked different than usual, his pupils were expanded and his jaw was tight. He pushed you up against the wall and whispered into your ear.

“I want to fuck you until you forget your name like the slut that you are, maybe then you’ll think twice before running your mouth.”

You squeeze your thighs together as he speaks, his voice was rough yet sultry at the same time. You didn’t know what to say, so you just flashed him an innocent expression which made him grunt. He leaned back down to whisper into your ear.

“Strip down and stand in the shower. I’ll be there in a minute.” With that he walked away, you stand there for a second baffled by that encounter, but without thinking you walk in the changing rooms.

First you take off your leg warms and leave them right at the door, then your tights, then your jacket, then your shirt, then your skirt, then your panties and finally your bra. You left him a trail to find you. You step into the shower and pull the curtain, you stand with your front to the wall, your back to the entrance. You turn the water on and step until, working your way through your hair as the water soaks it. You heard the curtain open and your stomach flipped. Before you knew it you were pressed against the wall and Sirius was behind you, his hard cock between your thighs.

He grabbed your hair, pulling your neck back so you were looking up at him. You bit your lip at the sight, his hair was now wet and droplets of water fell from his hair down onto his face. You hated how beautiful he looked. The sight before you was making you drip with arousal, you’d never felt this way before about anyone and the hatred between you both only made this feel even better.

“Look at you, waiting for me. Fuck you’re so pathetic.” He snarled. You just looked at him with you doe eyes, your lashes fluttering.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You smirked. A whimper escaped your lips as he tugged hard on your hair, he let go of your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your throat, applying a little bit of pressure. You couldn’t deny the fact that you liked it.

He ran his other hand down your back, sending deep shivers up your spin. His hand stopped at your ass. You cried out as he smacked it, you didn’t except it but surprisingly you liked it. He ran his finger over your slit, his eyes grew darker as he felt how wet and eager you were.

“Is this turning you on? Am I making you excited?” He whispered a low growl on the end of his words. You nodded in response, suddenly he shoved two fingers inside you, a gasp escaped your lips, he searched for that sweet spot and immediately found it. You eyes rolled back as he pumped his fingers onto it, you gripped the metal shelf as your legs lightly shook from under you. Sirius kept going, getting faster and more aggressive as you got closer to that release. Your muscles tightened around you and he immediately pulled his fingers back.

You whine in response opening your eyes again and looking up at him. “Why’d you stop.”

“Felt like it,” he shrugged. He let go of your throat and grabbed your hips. You felt him rub his tip at your entrance and you moved back further, showing him how much you wanted this. “You’re such a slut. But I love it.”

He thrusted into you, gentler than you had expect. However that didn’t last long, once you had settled he pushed you even further against the wall and pinned your hands together at your back, his other hand gripped the metal shelf. He pounded into you at an insane speed, his thick cock stretching you out in the most divine way. He hit your good spot perfectly which had you rolling your eyes and moaning continuously. Every noise you made and urged him to go faster and harder, you swore your pelvic would inevitably be bruised from this but frankly you didn’t care. It felt too good.

“I- fucking hate you.” You moaned, your words were sloppy and broken.

Sirius chuckled from behind you and leaned to your ears. “I hate you too. But I bet no one has had you moaning like this.” He kissed down your neck, you could swear at one point he bit your neck but everything blurred into one so you couldn’t be sure, but that didn’t matter because everything he was doing was beyond attractive.

You felt the coil in your stomach snap and you released around him, your legs shook as he kept going. You heard his low groans in your ear, it quite literally was the hottest sound you’d ever heard. He kept going until you came again, this time it was intense. You were overridden with euphoria as you saw white, your legs nearly gave way but Sirius put a steady hand under your to hold you in place. He slowly pulled out and let your arms go. You looked back at him.

“What about you?”

“You’re going to get on your knees and finish the job.” He said, he helped you down and you were now in level with his cock.

This had you biting your lip in anticipation. The way the water fell down on him could have turned you on all over again, he put his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth to his cock. He wasn’t small that was for sure, you licked a long slow strip from his base to tip, slowly you wrapped your lips around his tip and started to suck. You moved your head up and down him as you hollowed your cheeks, he tasted heavenly on your tongue. You were enjoying the noises coming out of his mouth. You slowly pulled your head back releasing his cock from your mouth, you wrapped your hand around the bottom and stroked him as your tongue ran over his slit, the practically whined as you done this, you looked up at him. His eyes were closeted and his face contoured with pleasure. You smirked and resumed, taking your time to draw out those beautiful sounds from his mouth. That was until he grew impatient. He grabbed your head and took back the dominance, he fucked your mouth hard. Your eyes were watering and tears were falling out, but you were loving every moment of it. You kept up with his thrusts, sucking him eagerly. You could tell he was close when his movements got sloppy. And as you expected he came in your mouth, hot white liquid shooting down your throat. Slowly you pulled your head back, swallowing his cum. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

“We’re doing that again.”

You nodded in agreement and he helped you up, you made him pass you in your shower products in your bag. He got dressed and turned to leave.

“See you later (Y/L/N). Better not hog the rink tomorrow with your galloping.”

“Cant make any promises dickhead.” You roll your eyes. He just smirked at you and left. You showered and got ready for your next rehearsal, you still couldn’t believe what happened but it was the best sexual experience you’ve had which you would not say no to if he wanted to do it again.

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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our little secret ii

Summary: You're never one to turn down a weekend with Lorraine. But everyone seems to think it's the perfect time to remind you of the reality of the situation. At least the rodeo clowns get paid for what they do; you seem to do the job for free. At least you get to have some fun with Lorraine before resuming your Good Girl act.

Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, religious trauma, religious homophobia, blasphemy Pairing: Lorraine Day x Fem!Reader (Masterlist)

"Mornin', darlin'."

You kept your eyes trained on Beau in the corral when you felt Huck's arm brush against your own before he slung it over your shoulder. Instinct had you leaning into him. He smelled like fresh sawdust and hay. Smelled like comfort.

"Mornin'," you replied softly.

"Where's your better half?" He asked. That did have you tilting your head to look up into his sparkling eyes and kind smile.

"Which one?" You asked. "RJ's?" You turned to look back at the corral. "Or ours?"

"That idjit ain't nobody's better half." You felt his body shake with a laughter that you couldn't quite hear.

"Ain't that God's honest truth," you said when his fella, bless his heart, tried to wave to the both of you and was toppled over by a stray calf.

"I meant Lorraine," Huck said once you both made sure Beau was on his feet and safe again. "She at another shoot?"

"Yeah," you sighed. Lorraine's smile flashed in your mind's eye. "Guess they're gettin' good at it cause they're gone all the time now."

"Ain't that a good thing though?" He asked. The bell rang, making you jump. You hated when they tested the damn bell. "Means they're doin' somethin' right."

"Guess so," you mumbled to yourself.

You did hope they were doing something right. Lorraine mentioned that she genuinely loved making the films; not always being in them, but the behind-the-scenes, technical side of it. Her face always lit up when she talked about it and you would never wish for her to fail even if it meant RJ had to succeed with her.

But you missed her. You missed having more than two or three days together at a time before she had to leave again. It wasn’t her fault, and you wanted her to have the successful film career she wanted, and you honestly trusted Jackson more than you trusted RJ. None of it really meant much when you couldn’t even talk to her though.

Another calf ran in front of you, beating out the wrangler once again and pulling you back to the present. Seemed they would be the winners over the weekend if they kept it up. It always made for a less than exciting rodeo if the calves kept winning. What fun was there in no one even qualifying? It wasn't like there was any real compet-

"-What the hell is he doin'?" You asked, pointing to where Beau was donning a very specific vest.

"Better not be what I think it is," Huck mumbled before putting his fingers to his lips and whistling.

Beau turned instantly, eyes landing on the both of you for only a moment before he started jogging over. His boots left the smallest cloud of dust behind him until he hopped onto the fence you were both leaning against. He instinctively went to kiss Huck before remembering where he was, redirecting the kiss to your cheek.

"What on God's green earth do you think you're doin' with that on?" You asked as you pulled him by the top of his vest.

“One of the bullfighters got hurt,” he said. “I offered to help since we don’t compete this weekend.”

“Like hell you did,” you said. Just the mere thought of him being in that corral with the bulls had your pulse racing in your ears.

“It’s one weekend, darlin’,” he said with that stupid smile that always got him into trouble. “It’ll be fun-”

“-Beauregard Callaway, you march back over there right this instant and tell them no.”

“You just got full-named,” Huck said quietly enough for only the three of you to hear.

“I can’t just quit-”

“-Huck,” you scolded, turning to look at him next. “Tell him,” you gestured your head to Beau and raised your brows, “before I full-name you next.”

Huck looked between you and Beau as if he was caught between two lions. Which he was, but he better be more afraid of you. Beau was his lover, sure, but you were the scary one. Out of your whole friend group when you were all little, you were the one capable of instilling the fear of god into anyone.

Now was no exception.

“I’d tell ‘em no, baby,” he said to Beau with a shrug.

“That the best you can do?” You scolded again.

“Darlin’, you know he don’t listen to me-”

“-That’s enough, the both of you,” Beau interrupted. “I done said yes already and it’s only one weekend.” He looked you each in the eye before he smiled. “Ain’t never been hurt before.”

“And you ain’t gonna get hurt, right Beauregard?” You asked with a raised brow.

“If the crick don’t rise,” he said with a wink at Huck before hopping off the fence and starting his walk back to the gate.

“You get hurt and I’ll kill you myself!” You shouted after him. He didn’t look back, but flipped his hand up in a half-hearted wave of acknowledgment. Huck laughed beside you and you turned to glare at him next. “You too, Hucksley.”

“Well shit, darlin’, no need to drag me into it,” he grumbled as his smile fell. “I ain’t even the one in trouble.”

“Not yet,” you said quietly before looking back out at the corral once again.

It was mid-afternoon by the time they let Beau go for the rest of the evening, convinced he was good enough for the actual rodeo over the weekend. You made sure to slap him upside the head when he came back around just as an added threat. If he got hurt, you would make it a dozen times worse without hesitation.

“We headin’ to your daddy’s again?” Huck asked when he started the truck up.

“Think so,” you said as you leaned forward between the two front seats. “Momma was s’posed to make supper.” You took note of their linked hands near the center console and smiled to yourself.

Would you ever be able to hold Lorraine’s hand out in the open like that? To just drive around, laughing and singing to the radio without a care in the world? It was finally the ‘80s, surely that had to count for something. Not that the year had anything to do with the many other reasons you weren’t with her.

You’re going to hell, your mind reminded you. It’s a sin. Right. There was a much bigger reason. It continued to eat you from the inside out, picking you apart like a kid feeding bread to the ducks at the pond. Or, what was that old story you heard back in school… Prometheus, that Greek god. The one who had his liver pecked out day after day.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s how it felt.

“Seems your favourite family came over too,” Beau said when he parked the car in front of your house beside the Days’ van. Well, RJ’s van.

“Fantastic,” you mumbled and rolled your eyes.

You didn’t wait for them as you stormed out, slamming the door so hard it shook the truck. No waiting as you stomped up the porch steps, standing outside with your hand on the door handle and taking the moment to just breathe. Daddy couldn’t see you losing it, because what could you possibly say to explain it?

Hey daddy, sorry I’m upset, I’m just tired of seeing the girl I love be with a man that can help her achieve her dreams. Yeah, because that would go over so well.

The moment your breathing had evened out enough to be considered normal, you entered the house to hear excessive talking and laughter. Typical for your household, and it actually brought a smile to your lips. You could hear your parents, and the Days, and the dogs were yappin’ and it was a wonderful atmosphere.

But when you stepped through the kitchen doorway and saw Lorraine sitting on RJ's lap, that sinking feeling settled in your stomach again. He's her boyfriend, you tried to reason, Huck has to watch Beau do the same thing. But that didn't ease the ache from every breath.

"Evenin', y'all," Huck said when he and Beau creeped up behind you. He patted your shoulder lightly before squeezing by you to make his rounds.

"How was setup?" Your daddy asked when Beau shook his hand.

"Smooth as ever," Beau answered with a grin that made your daddy smile.

It made you sick.

"Momma, can I help?" You asked as you walked over to where she was cooking. You didn't want to listen to everyone's conversations.

It was impossible to stop yourself from cocking your head to listen whenever Lorraine spoke. You wished she would speak louder; she was always far too quiet even when she was the most comfortable. A soft voice for a soft girl, your momma had said one day before Lorraine went off to college.

She still tried to hide her face, but not quite so much in your house. Maybe it was the atmosphere everyone created, or just the fact everyone knew it to be a “house of God himself,” thanks to your daddy. You didn’t know, all you knew was you preferred to be in either yours or her house; at least she let you see all of her that way.

Jimmy, Liz, and Roy came in from the back door while you were helping your momma set the food on the table. Jimmy and Liz were all over each other, which was no surprise, and he got a nice smack to the head with momma’s dish towel. Roy on the other hand looked utterly exhausted. Something which was also no surprise.

When your momma announced dinner was ready, everyone took their seats at the large table in the dining room. Huck and Beau sat together, of course, and so did all the other couples. Leaving you to sit with Roy, who gave you a small, reserved smile with a far away look in his eyes.

“Hey, bubba,” you said quietly while everyone else was still talking far too loud.

“Alright y’all,” your daddy said in his booming preacher’s voice, “join hands so we can pray.”

You all did exactly that. Beau gently grasped your left hand while Roy held your right in a vice grip. As your daddy prayed, you could feel the little bones in your hand shift when Roy gripped you tighter, and you knew it would be bruised tomorrow morning. But it seemed to help even his breathing, so you kept your mouth shut until daddy was done.

“Amen,” your daddy said, and everyone mumbled their own amens to follow suit.

Everyone started serving themselves, conversations flowing steadily and easily over the sound of utensils against plates. The dogs were smart, they stayed under the table in between yours and Roy’s legs. They knew you two were most likely to feed them, and what do you know, you always did. You tried to be sneaky about it, hushing them up when they smacked too loud.

Roy didn’t care, he just shamelessly gave them whatever he didn’t want.

“How’s the film business goin’, RJ?” Your daddy asked. You nearly choked on your food at the question.

“Good,” RJ answered with a slow nod as he finished chewing. “I’m hopin’ to have another one finished in a few weeks.”

“Am I ever gonna get to see one of them films?” Your daddy asked.

“Absolutely not,” you said quickly. Far too quickly. Everyone turned to look at you with a mix of emotions. “It just- it ain’t your style,” you tried to explain; a bead of sweat dripped down the back of your neck. “Not a Western, you know?”

“Hmm,” your daddy hummed. “You’re right then, I’ll pass.”

Everyone in the younger group sighed in relief, more than happy that your daddy had agreed with you. Conversation flowed again, going from the rodeo to Lorraine’s college to Jimmy’s seminary. Never to you or Roy, who everyone had determined over the last few weeks was going to stay put. You were no longer going to seminary because someone had to lead the church, and Roy was staying because he had lost his mind.

A typical situation.

“All I know is y’all better be careful out there,” your daddy said. He always seemed to be the voice that brought you out of your own thoughts. It probably meant something deeper that you didn’t want to think too hard about. “The world is turnin’ into a dangerous place.”

“It’s always been dangerous, Pap,” Jimmy chuckled. “We just got more TV and radio to tell us about it.”

“I’m serious, Jim,” your daddy said. “I don’t want none of y’all to get mixed up with those crowds out there.”

“And what crowds would that be, daddy?” You asked. All of you had half-hidden smiles because he usually had something ridiculous to say that you would all agree to and then laugh about later.

“Those damn homosexuals, for one,” he said with a grimace. Everyone around the table froze.

Your eyes stayed glued to the fork you had just stabbed into a potato. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you felt everyone staring, looking around at each other in uncomfortable silence. With your pulse rushing in your ears and your heart threatening to jump out of your chest, you swore everyone else could hear it too.

“Gonna be infectin’ us with their disease if we don’t watch out,” he continued as if he didn’t care how everyone had stopped moving. “Y’all better stay away.”

“They’re just people, Pap,” Jimmy said in a small voice. A blackness started to encroach on your vision.

“Dangerous, Godless people,” your daddy said. “Which is why y’all have to stick together.”

“They’re still kids Robert-”

“-Stay right by God,” he interrupted your momma. "All of y'all are in good, Godly relationships,” you could feel him looking at you but you still couldn’t look up. It felt like the room was closing in on you. "Stay that way."

“We’ll be careful,” RJ said, his voice putting a lump in your throat that you couldn’t swallow.

“Keep him around, Lorraine,” your daddy said. “He’ll take care of you-”

-you slammed your hands on the table and stood up. The ringing in your ears was drowning everything out and that blackness was covering more and more ground. You could feel each individual grain of the wooden table underneath your fingertips.

He’ll take care of you.

“I ain’t feelin’ too good,” you said around the invisible ball of cotton in your mouth. “May I be excused?”

“Sure, honey-”

-you didn’t wait for your momma to finish talking before you left the kitchen through the back door, your feet taking you straight to the barn. He’ll take care of you. Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to say that in front of you? Wasn’t it enough that you had to break bread with RJ without getting it thrown in your face?

He'll take care of you.

You bit back the scream threatening to claw up your throat until you tasted blood. It filled your mouth until you swore you would choke on it. Part of you hoped you would; give you an excuse to end the mental anguish that constantly flooded your thoughts.

He’ll take care of you.

Like hell he would. Like hell. He couldn’t even take care of himself, how could anyone even possibly think he could take care of Lorraine? All he was was a wannabe filmmaker that wouldn’t even dare show y’all his films. So how on god’s green earth would he take care of Lorraine? Your Lorraine?

The dull thud of your boots on the dirt transitioned to the whispered slap of concrete when you walked through the barn doors and everything stopped. Stepping into the barn was like stepping into another world; all the noise and troubles from the outside ceased to exist, even if just for a few moments.

It was replaced by the smell of gravel, dirt, and oil. Occasionally sawdust depending on the time of year. The separation was in the temperature drop, thanks to the partial concrete floor and huge space. There was something hypnotising about the sound of the metal walls creaking in the wind outside, yet everything was painfully still inside.

Something brushed up against your jean-clad leg and you nearly jumped from the intrusion to your thoughts. But then you took notice of the black and white tail curling around your calf and your heart rate started to lower again.

“Hey, Miss Kitty,” you mumbled as you bent down and held your hand out to the grumpy old barn cat. “You get locked in?”

She didn’t even dignify your question with a meow before walking off, her tail slinking away from your leg slowly until she was heading out the barn door. Not even a glance back to say goodbye. The complete nerve of that cat.

“I hope you done get ‘et by a coyote,” you called after her as she continued to sashay away. “Then we can finally quit pickin’ up strays.”

“Be nice to her,” Lorraine said softly, though the barn amplified it. “After all, we picked you up.”

“No, you picked RJ up,” you shot back while you straightened back up. “He just proves my point.”

“It isn’t his fault,” she said just as softly as she stepped closer to you. You took a single step back.

“No it ain’t,” you said. Stay right by God. “Clearly it’s God's.”

“Don’t go down that rabbit hole,” Lorraine warned, stepping forward again and placing a hand on your cheek before you could run away.

Her hand was soft, far too soft to be touching you. Why would she be so gentle with you when you were nothing but hidden anger and blasphemous words? And yet you wouldn’t push her away to spare her from your own sins. You wanted to pull her closer, feel her skin under your touch, have her name fall from your lips like a prayer.

“Please stay,” you whispered when you finally dared to meet her eyes.

The short nails on her fingers scratched lightly against your cheek. It was a little too light, hypnotising in the wrong way. There was nothing grounding about it, you felt like you were in a daze. You needed something more, something to drag you back down to earth where you belonged.

“Please,” you whispered again in a broken voice.

“I can’t,” Lorraine whispered back before leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Everyone is waiting.”

And that right there? That killed you.

—---

At the rate you were going, you might as well start getting paid to be the rodeo clown.

You didn’t know which one of those pea-pickin bastards had done the deed, but someone had invited Lorraine and RJ to the rodeo for the weekend. Part of you highly suspected your mother, but the bashful look on Huck’s face almost made you think it was him. Regardless of who it was, you hadn’t been prepared to deal with the both of them over the weekend.

Was getting rejected in your own barn not punishment enough? Now you had to get publicly humiliated too? Not that anyone knew of your little secret, but it still rubbed salt in the wound. At least you could be down near the corral while RJ and Lorraine were in the stands behind the safety railing. Kept them far enough away from you to relax.

And maybe gave you the perfect position to look at Lorraine, but that was just an added bonus to the situation. It was no less than you deserved for having to put up with all of them for the weekend. You could be forgiven for wanting something pretty to look at while you were having your heart ripped out.

“He looks mighty handsome today, don’t he?” Huck asked, his eyes glued to where Beau was standing around with some of the other volunteers.

“No he don’t,” you said without even looking. “Looks like he needs his ass whooped.”

“You ain’t even lookin’,” he huffed.

You turned your head to finally look where Beau was standing and, you hated to admit, he did look mighty handsome in his new jeans and shirt.

“I looked,” you said, doing your best not to smile. “Still needs his ass whooped.”

"You're so grumpy,” Huck grumbled. You turned your head back to where Lorraine was sitting and felt an icy grip enclose around your heart. "You need to get laid."

“Ain’t that the truth,” you whispered.

The rodeo continued on.

You could tell Huck was getting anxious when the team roping started. Unlike Beau, he actually used the sport in the real world on his neighbour’s ranch. A skill that Beau considered recreational, yet to Huck it was necessary. It made for a fun dynamic, you wouldn’t deny it, especially when they got into arguments about the rules and regulations. Always did make for an exciting night.

But now you could tell he just missed it. He was never one to enjoy sitting on the sidelines, even when it wasn’t his own sport. It was sweet, truly it was, but if he didn’t quit bouncing his leg on the railing and forcing you to suffer with him, you were going to throw him to the bulls. And not the sexy ones.

“I’m beggin’ you to stay still,” you groaned. You reached your hand out and pressed down on his shoulder to ground him into the dirt. “You’re worse than Jim on Christmas.”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” Huck said even as you could practically feel his body vibrating from the effort to stay still. “But you are awful pretty when you beg.”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” you said as you did your best not to laugh at the ridiculous smile on his face.

"You askin' Lorraine to the hoedown tonight?" Huck asked once the roping was done. Now that you both had a bit of time to look away, it was the perfect time to keep talking.

"Course not," you said with a scrunch of your nose. "She's with RJ."

"Not tonight," he said with a shake of his head and a sniffle; it must have been from the dust. "He's leavin' now."

You turned when Huck gestured his head and saw he was right; RJ was in the process of packing his stuff up. He never had been one for rodeo life. Hell, he didn't even enjoy the events to begin with. All he ever wanted was to try and make a good film out of it and that just wasn't easy enough for him. It'd be a shame if someone finally told him you had to know the sport to film it well.

A damn shame, that was for sure.

"Hurry up before she leaves too," Huck said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he pushed you forward off the railing. The dirt flew into a small cloud around your boots when you landed, and you sent him a quick glare before jogging over to where Lorraine and RJ were standing up. She seemed much more eager to stay, but you knew she wouldn't if she felt she was alone. That damn shotgun had done a number to her, physically and mentally.

"Leavin' already?" You asked as you quickly hopped up on the railing to be face-to-face with the lovely couple.

"Tryin' to," RJ said with a polite smile that said mind your business. "But we'll be back tomorrow."

"There's a hoedown tonight," you said before he could drag Lorraine away. "Me and the boys were wantin' Lorraine to join us." She turned to look at you with the slightest sparkle in her eye. "Like old times."

"Alright," RJ said without hesitation. It was evident he just wanted to get out of the stadium. Rodeos really weren't his cup of tea. "Need a ride home?"

"She can stay with me," you said before Lorraine could even open her mouth. "Also like old times."

Even though you weren't looking at her, you could feel Lorraine's eyes boring holes into the side of your head. She wasn't stupid; she knew exactly what you were doing. "Old times" just meant Huck and Beau ran off while you and Lorraine had your own fun. But there was the catch; only y'all knew what "old times" meant. Everyone else just thought you were acting like kids all over again.

Oh how sweet.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Raine," RJ said, leaning over to give her one more kiss. You quickly wiped the instinctive snarl off your face when he pulled away. "Y'all have fun."

"We will," you and Lorraine said at the same time.

You both watched and waited until he was out of sight before you pulled her over the railing. She yelped out in surprise before her feet hit the dirt and you could take her hand, leading her to where Huck was still waiting. He gave her his best smile and pulled her into a hug when you both got close enough.

"So we've successfully kidnapped you for the night?" Huck asked.

"Seems so," Lorraine said with a raised brow. "Would've been nice to have a warnin’ first."

"Keep your watchdog away for more than two seconds and I'll warn you next time," you said.

"He's not a watchdog," Lorraine said as you both climbed up on the railing, her in between you and Huck.

"Oh, my apologies," you said softly, "I meant your parasite."

"Oh hush up,” she mumbled as she slapped both you and Huck, who weren’t even trying to stifle your laughter. “You need to be nicer to him.”

“Actually, the Lord told me personally that I can be mean,” you said after you managed to calm your laughter down. “I ain’t one to disobey the Big Man.”

“You are a blasphemer that’s goin’ to hell,” Lorraine retorted. But the smile on her face was enough to show her intentions.

“You two are disgustin’,” Huck grumbled; he also had a smile. “Just go make out in a stall already and spare me the tension.”

“Oh hush up,” you and Lorraine said in unison.

“As if you and Beau aren’t makin’ kissy faces at each other all the time,” Lorraine continued.

“You have no idea,” you said, loving the light in her eyes when she looked at you. “You should see ‘em when we go out to eat, you’d think I was nothin’ more than last week’s sermon.”

“Laugh it up,” Huck said with a nod as he looked out at the corral. You hadn’t paid attention to the event and noticed it was finally coming to an end. About time, you thought with a smile. “Once you two get some alone time then we’ll talk.”

“We can handle ourselves much better than you two,” you said quickly, the timer going off immediately after and making you jump. Lorraine’s hand on your arm helped you settle rather quickly.

Huck opened his mouth to say something else but was soon distracted by something in the corral. You and Lorraine shared a smile when you noticed Beau was on his way over. Tease as much as you did, they were rather adorable. It was a genuine love and admiration, one that you didn’t even see in your own parents, one that you wished you could have a little more easily.

“Hey, Rainey,” Beau said as he jumped onto the fence and planted a sloppy kiss on Lorraine’s cheek. “Nice to see you unshackled for once.”

“Is this all y’all ever talk about?” Lorraine asked.

All three of you looked at each other before giving a few nods. “Yeah.”

“I changed my mind,” she said with a nod to herself, “you’re all goin’ to hell.”

“You love us,” Beau said with a grin and another kiss to her forehead. She tried to push him away halfheartedly before leaning into his touch. “What were y’all talkin’ about before I came over?”

“These fine ladies think they can keep their hands to themselves better than we can,” Huck said with a raised brow.

“That so?” Beau asked.

“God’s truth,” you said with as much attitude as you could muster. Around you, the rodeo fell into controlled chaos as everyone started setting up for tomorrow’s events.

“Then how about we have ourselves a little wager,” Beau said as he locked eyes with you.

“Lay it on me, stud,” you shot back.

“If you beautiful ladies give in first, you,” he pointed at you, “have to go watch Lorraine film her next film.”

“Wait, hang on-”

“-and if you lose?” Lorraine asked, interrupting you quickly. The competitiveness was building behind her eyes, you could see it.

“We’ll go with Lorraine,” Beau said, “and we’ll even film a scene.”

“Hold up, baby-”

“-you’re on,” Lorraine interrupted Huck. She reached her hand out to shake Beau’s. “Y’all are gonna look so pretty on camera.”

“I don’t like this game anymore,” you said, looking at each of them hoping to see mercy in someone’s eyes.

“Me either,” Huck whispered.

You both looked at each other and sighed softly. What had the two of you done to fall for such competitive people? And how come Lorraine was the only one in this situation who had nothing to lose? You were starting to get the sneaking suspicion that they all just wanted to watch you squirm.

It was going to be a very long night.

—---

“Hey Huck?” You said when you brought the next round of beers over to the small table the four of you had commandeered.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m in love,” you said with a sigh as you both looked out at the dancefloor where Lorraine and Beau were two-stepping like it was their last night on earth.

“You and me both,” he said with his own dreamy sigh.

The music from the local band was loud, almost painfully so, but you didn’t entirely care. Not when you were warm from the alcohol and laughter echoing through the barn. RJ had once called the run-down bar a death trap, and you couldn’t disagree with him. The wooden roof and walls had holes that no one cared to fix up and dust constantly fell from the rafters. But it was home to most of you, a place where everyone could get away and have some fun on a Saturday night.

Hell, it was where you had first kissed Lorraine. Your eyes trailed up to look at the dilapidated loft. If you focused, you could see the exact spot where Lorraine had made the move, pushing you against the termite-eaten wall and kissed you as if she wouldn’t get another chance. Lucky for you both, you got plenty more chances.

Laughter from a very specific person brought you out of your memories, and you looked back at the dancefloor to see Beau twirling Lorraine around. Her face was lit up with a big, toothy, open mouthed smile that you couldn’t recall seeing since the accident. For once, she looked like she didn’t care when she twirled and exposed her scars. Like she was just that normal, carefree girl you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“I think I wanna marry him,” Huck said softly.

“You and me both,” you repeated what he said earlier as you decided to chug the rest of your beer.

Don’t let anyone hear, your inner voice reminded you. Lest you get lynched. Right. Right, that was entirely a possibility. You looked around quickly, fully aware that no one would have heard Huck but still feeling that paranoia wash over you. Suddenly the beer and the atmosphere didn’t feel so homey.

“You look like someone spit in your cup,” Beau said, the sudden sound of his voice making you jump. “You alright?”

“Peachy,” you said with a smile, quickly finding Lorraine finding her seat beside you. “Just thinkin’, is all.”

“‘Bout what?” Lorraine asked as she grabbed the beer that was probably starting to turn warm. The snarl of her lips after that first sip confirmed it.

“How you better finish that beer whether it’s warm or not,” you said with a raised brow. “Paid good money for it.”

“You mean you didn’t flash a little smile and get ‘em for free?” Beau asked as he too took a sip of his now warm beer. He at least managed to play it off a little better than Lorraine.

“Most certainly not,” you said with a shake of your head. “I’ve gotta preach to most of these people in the mornin’, can’t have ‘em givin’ me free beer.”

“Wow,” Lorraine said with a quiet exhale as she leaned forward on the table, resting her chin in her hand. “Your life must be so tough.”

“It is,” you played along. “No good deed goes unpunished.”

“That in the Bible?” Huck asked.

“Not quite,” you said. “You’d know that if you went to church like you were s’posed to.”

“I fear I’d catch fire the second I stepped foot in that chapel,” he said with a laugh.

You’ll all catch fire.

Right.

You all continued talking, no longer interested in dancing as the music continued to drown out your conversations. Lorraine managed to scoot her stool a bit closer until her thigh was pressed against yours, and you very nearly rested your hand on her inner thigh. A cleared throat and a look from Huck was all it took to remind you of where you were, and you quickly placed your hand back in your own lap.

By the time you all started to get tired, most of the people had already gone home. The band was packing up and the makeshift bartender was officially out of alcohol. No doubt everyone would be ready to resume the hoedown tomorrow night after the rodeo finals, but for the night, everyone was done. The four of you followed suit, sending your goodnights to the few remaining stragglers as you all piled into Huck’s truck.

“Which home?” He asked; the most sober of you all, bless his little heart.

“We could all go back to mine,” you said as you leaned forward between the two front seats. “We’ve got the two lofts in the barn.”

“That work with y’all?” Huck asked, looking at Beau and Lorraine. They both nodded their agreement. “Then buckle up.”

You sat back in your seat and immediately felt Lorraine lay her head on your shoulder. If the amount of drinks she had gone through were any indication, she was properly buzzed. The warmth of her hand resting on your thigh, scratching lightly, was another perfect indication.

“Hands to yourself,” Beau said as you met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “I’d hate for you to lose the bet.”

“You still goin’ on about that?” Huck asked.

“You said we couldn’t fuck,” Lorraine said with a sleepy voice, “not that we couldn’t touch.”

“Language,” you scolded her lightly. She didn’t even seem fazed in the slightest.

“I’m watchin’ you,” Beau said even as he closed his eyes. “Bunch ‘a cheaters.”

“Did I tell you how unfair this bet is?” You asked before lifting your hand to scratch at Lorraine’s scalp. She practically purred under your touch.

“It’s plenty fair,” Beau said without looking back.

“All three of y’all can get indecent whenever you want,” you said, “I can’t.”

“We can fix that,” Lorraine mumbled.

“Hush and go to sleep,” you whispered before pressing a quick kiss to her head and sitting back up. “It ain’t fair.”

“She’s got a point, baby,” Huck said with a small shake of his head. “We got her at a disadvantage.”

“Shoulda thought about that before you let your girl agree to the bet,” Beau said anyway. “You can always admit defeat.”

“Go to hell, Beauregard,” you mumbled, to which both men up front laughed like hyenas.

Lorraine was thoroughly asleep by the time you all pulled up to the barn. Thankfully it was far enough away from the house that your arrival wouldn’t wake anyone up. The only potential issue would be if Roy was sleeping in the barn, but he had started hiding away in the shed a few hundred yards away, so you weren’t too worried. If anything, you would just let the boys sleep in the barn while you took Lorraine inside to your room.

“Come on, baby,” you whispered into Lorraine’s ear accompanied by a slight shake of her shoulders.

She grumbled once, not even saying any words, but slowly sat up. Her eyes were barely open and her hair was mused just enough to make her look like a little kid again. It reminded you of all your sleepovers, all those nights before you had realised your feelings for her. The good ole days.

You helped ease her out of the back of the truck. Without any hesitation, you turned slightly and squatted down until she wrapped her arms around your neck and you stood back up. Even though she was nearly asleep again, you couldn’t help but think of how light she was on your back. Sometimes you forgot just how small she was, how fragile she could be.

“You two on the right?” Huck asked as he guided his own partner around; it seemed Beau had drunk a bit too much too.

“Yeah,” you said with a nod, “y’all’s stuff should still be up on the left.”

“Sounds good,” he said. “Y’all get some sleep.”

“Night Huck,” you said with a smile before making the way up to the loft that you had claimed as yours as soon as it had been built.

It was a nice little spot, you wouldn’t try to hide it. There weren’t any real walls, but you had hung some curtains around the perimeter to create a sense of privacy. Tucked into the far corner was a single bed, something more reminisce of an army cot than anything else, with only an excess of blankets and a pillow on top. A few records scattered around, an old record player, and your grandpappy’s old guitar were the only remaining decorations.

You were gentle when you placed Lorraine on the cot, being careful as she slid off and laid on her side. She looked peaceful, with her hair no longer hiding her face. When would she believe you when you told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world? Would she ever believe you? If not then you needed to make sure RJ told her, because she deserved to feel loved again.

“Come here,” Lorraine said in a sleepy voice, pulling you out of your own head. Her arms were lifted as she made grabby hands at you, and how could you possibly say no to that?

With practiced ease, you toed your boots off and left them at the foot of the bed before climbing in. You were still in jeans and your button up but that was alright. There was no way you were going to be able to get Lorraine into pyjamas, so you would sleep in your clothes as well in solidarity.

“I’ve missed you,” she said softly, immediately pulling you close until she could press her lips to your neck.

“I missed you too,” you said as you tilted your head back to give her a little more access.

“A lot,” she continued. With a bit of shuffling she finally settled again, and you felt the warmth of her hand sliding under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Raine, baby,” you said when her hand continued to move up to play with the strap of your bra, “I ain’t losin’ this bet.”

“Sure you are,” she said.

“I don’t care what you film,” you started even as she pushed you onto your back and rolled on top of you, “but I’m not too keen on watchin’.”

“How will they know?” Her lips started trailing up your neck, leaving an inferno behind with each kiss. “They won’t be comin’ with us.”

“Raine.”

But you couldn’t really argue when her hand finally slipped under your bra, just the mere feel of her skin on your breast enough to have you exhaling harshly. Paired with the warmth of her lips on your jaw? Clearly it had been far too long because you were almost ready to come undone right then and there.

“Lose the bet,” she whispered into your ear. You let out a shaky exhale when her thumb brushed lightly against your nipple. “For me?”

Well now, how could you say no to that? Without any ounce of care, you grabbed Lorraine’s face and pulled her to your lips. She tasted of cheap beer and tequila and you didn’t care. Her lips were soft and you could feel her breath tickling your face and you just wanted more of her.

In the privacy of the loft you had no shame in the both of you stripping. She was still buzzed and was fumbling around like a horny teenager, but you supposed you were too in the excitement. You weren’t even helping each other, you were too eager to rid yourselves of the confines of clothing. At one point Lorraine nearly fell off the bed in an attempt to get her pants off, and you both had to sit and recover from the laughter you couldn’t be bothered to contain.

She was still giggling by the time she crawled back on top of you, her skin blazing hot against your own. God, you couldn’t remember the last time you had not only had the time, but the privacy to see all of her again. She sat straddling you and even though you hadn’t done anything yet, you could feel her arousal coating your stomach.

Her hands fell right below your breasts, grabbing you by the ribs to steady herself. It was clear that she was still intoxicated enough to be a little clumsy, but very much sober enough to know what she was doing. Although you certainly weren’t going to take the initiative, more than happy to let her take the lead with whatever she was comfortable with.

You rested your hands on her hips and looked at her while her eyes were closed. The summer had done her skin well, leaving her a good deal darker than she had been only a few months ago. Even the scars across her neck and face were a bit darker, not quite so startling in contrast to the rest of her. Even her freckles had become more apparent, and you wished you had a night to just count each and every one of them.

“You’re starin’,” Lorraine said above you, her eyes finally open as she looked down at you. “Why?”

“I just think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life,” you whispered.

Even in the dark you could see the slight flush on her cheeks. She let her head fall until her hair covered her face. You sat up quickly, keeping your hands on her hips so she wouldn’t fall. Her legs wrapped around your waist as you let her readjust and you could feel her breath on your face once again.

“If you really thought that,” she started as she let her hands trail up the sides of your breasts and over your chest until they rested on either side of your neck, “then you would lose this bet for me.”

“You just wanna watch me squirm,” you said. She leaned closer until her chest was pressed lightly against yours.

“Yes I do,” she mumbled against your lips before kissing you once again.

Her grip on your neck tightened as she tried to pull you closer. You gasped when she nipped your bottom lip, sighing quickly after when you felt her tongue sooth it immediately after. God, what she could do to you with only the simplest of touches. The slightest scratch of her nails on the back of your neck sent a shiver down your spine.

You gave up on letting her take control the moment you felt her attempt to grind on you. There hadn’t been near enough teasing, but you could already feel how wet she was without even touching her. Not that you were complaining of course, you wanted nothing more than to show her how much you had missed her, how beautiful you really thought she was.

One of your thumbs rubbed circles on her hip while the other hand ran across her stomach and stopped on her pubic bone. She tried to grind again, whining into your mouth when she was met with nothing but air. Your thumb rubbing across her skin, almost touching her clit but not quite.

“Baby,” she whined.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” you whispered against her lips. “Can you do that for me?”

She nodded quickly, her hips moving just enough to catch your attention.

“I’ll stop if you’re too loud,” you continued even as you let your thumb fall a little lower. “Understand?”

“Yes,” she said.

That time when she moved her hips she was met with your thumb, and her breathy little moan sounded beautiful as her head fell to your shoulder. Oh she was so sensitive, and you hadn’t even properly touched her yet. Blame it on the alcohol, or RJ’s lack of ability, or both, but you wouldn’t complain. A needy Lorraine was a fun Lorraine.

“Touch me already,” Lorraine whined.

“So impatient,” you said as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to that space right below her ear. The one that always had her squirming whether it was intentional or not.

“You can love me later,” she continued. “Just fuck me.”

“That what you really want?” You asked, but she was already nodding her head against your shoulder before you finished the question. “Whatever you want, princess.”

Lorraine was so wet you didn’t even have to worry as you slid two fingers into her effortlessly. She bit your shoulder to keep herself quiet like the good girl she was. It took everything in you not to moan at how tight she was around you. No matter how many times you had her, it always caught you off guard in the best of ways.

“I ain’t losin’ for nothin’, sweetheart,” you said into Lorraine’s ear. “I wanna watch you make it up to me.”

“You’re an asshole,” she mumbled, yet it didn’t stop her from riding your fingers nice and slow. “That’s it, baby.”

She growled in frustration before sitting up again, placing her hands on your shoulders to use as leverage. You let her work herself up, refusing to move even a muscle to help her. If you were going to lose the bet, you were going to milk everything you could out of her as payback.

The rise and fall of her chest as she crawled to the edge was hypnotising. You knew she couldn’t get there quickly, let alone on her own, but you wanted to enjoy the view. The way she fucked herself on your fingers and let her mouth fall open when she angled her hips just right.

But when Lorraine’s head fell forward to rest against yours, you took mercy. Even at the extremely awkward angle that would leave your wrist sore in the morning, you thrust your fingers up to meet her, smiling to yourself at the guttural moan that left her mouth. Your free hand left her hip and moved around so you could rub her clit, her noises rising in pitch at the added sensation.

“Baby,” she exhaled. It almost sounded whiney, which meant she was close. She was oh so close.

“Let go, Rainey,” you said.

Even with her face so close to yours, you could still see the look on her face when she came. The silent scream, the way her eyes squeezed shut. It was a beautiful look that you didn’t think you would ever get tired of. Her nails dug into your shoulders and you could feel the intoxicating sting as they broke skin; you would need to be careful with your shirts for the next few days.

Her hips continued to stutter against your hands, erratic movements that you would have teased her for if you hadn’t been so entranced by her very being. You waited until her hips stilled before removing your fingers, making sure to be slow and gentle so as not to startle her. But then you pulled her closer again, feeling her arms wrap around your neck as you held her in your lap.

“There’s my good girl,” you whispered into her ear before kissing her temple. “You did so good.”

“I-”

-You both stopped talking quickly when you heard something. Something that sounded disgustingly familiar. Lorraine sat up in your lap and cocked her head to the side, listening intently. Maybe you had imagined it, surely it hadn’t been real. Right? There was no way.

Then you heard it again.

“Oh my god,” Lorraine groaned; you saw her smile before her head hit your shoulder again.

“Should I say something?” You asked. She opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted yet again.

“Don’t embarrass me,” she said.

“Never,” you whispered and kissed her head before shifting around. You placed your hands over both of her ears. “The Lord’s watchin’ y’all!”

“Fuck off, hypocrit,” Huck called back. His voice echoed off the walls of the barn. “Y’all ain’t so quiet either.”

“Sorry, can’t hear you.” Lorraine’s body shook above you with silent laughter. “I’m tryin’ to sleep like the Godly woman I am.”

“Shut the hell up,” Beau finally cut in, “you’re killin’ the mood.”

“Good night, heathens!” You called back. “Don’t wake the Devil.”

You and Lorraine both stifled your laughter as you laid back down in the cot. It was difficult to keep yourselves quiet. She shushed you and listened, but neither one of you could hear anything else.

“Either they’re more quiet, or you ruined their night,” Lorraine whispered.

“Hope I ruined it,” you grumbled. “If I have to lose, so do they.”

“And you call me competitive,” she said in her sleepy voice.

“You are,” you said with another kiss to her head. “It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“You just love me.” Her voice got softer with each word.

“Yeah I do,” you said just as softly.

She didn’t say another word, falling asleep quickly thanks to the alcohol and orgasm. Her arm stayed draped around your bare waist as you held her closer, feeling her skin sticking to yours with the mix of sweat. Your father’s voice condemned you in your head, doing its best to ruin the feeling of peace and security you felt with Lorraine in your arms.

But in that moment, you simply closed your eyes and held her tighter. You were going to enjoy every moment with her until the day you died. Heaven could keep its angels; you would keep yours.

#lorraine day x reader #lorraine day #lorraine day smut #jenna ortega x reader

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cjlouwho · 7 months ago

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a prompt: don't really care what, but I loved your little Husbands fic you did and I'd love more husband stuff with tommy and buck!

Okay, I adored writing this. I hope you don't mind I added "dads" into the equation too!

(ao3 link if you'd rather read there)

Old Man

“How about this one?”

Buck turned around to see Tommy holding a bright blue cane. He was hunched over, a hand on his back, as he shuffled himself forward using the cane for support.

Buck rolled his eyes. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed. “You're not an old man, Tommy.”

“That's not what that kid said the other day.”

“'That kid' is our kid, Tom.”

“Well, when he's calling me an old man he's that kid. What four year old calls his dad an old man? Where'd he even learn that from?”

“I don't know, maybe from the father that called the man in the restaurant the same thing not even two weeks ago, in front of said child?” Buck stared at Tommy pointedly.

“Okay, but that was an actual old man and he kept being rude to the waitress.”

“Doesn't mean you had to turn to RJ and tell him that he was a grumpy old fart man that deserved laser beams fired at his toupee.”

“You're gonna remember that forever, aren't you?”

Buck sighed. “Can I get back to finding RJ's favorite toothpaste now? Is the crisis over?”

“No, it's not over, Evan. It's not over because I'm forty-six and I have a son who thinks I'm eighty!”

“If it makes you feel any better, he- he thought I was half golden retriever last week.”

“How would that make me feel better? You are half golden retriever.”

Buck picked up a tube of toothpaste that was nearest him. “I will throw this at you.”

“And risk injuring the elderly?”

Buck tossed it toward him, hitting his chest before it fell to the ground. Tommy just looked down at it. “You know I'll never be able to reach down that far to pick it up. Not with my sciatica.”

“Tommy, I swear to God.”

“Okay, okay,” Tommy surrendered, reaching down to pick up the tube. “I still think the comment was undeserved.”

“You grunted as you got up out of your recliner to go get your reading glasses, Tommy. Think about it.”

A beat of silence, then, “Oh my God. Oh my God, Evan, I'm old!”

Buck's head fell forward, eyes closing as he tried to calm himself. “This is how I die, isn't it? I- I've survived the unsurvivable, but this is what's gonna take me out.”

“I like to sit out on the front porch every evening and watch cars go by.”

“They'll put it on my tombstone, 'Lightning couldn't get him, but his husband did.'”

“The last time I bought socks, I got the ones that go higher on the calf. They're just more comfortable, Evan!”

“Maybe if I tug hard enough, this whole shelf will topple on me and I'll get a week's coma out of it.”

“The other day at work, I used the word 'ruckus' in a sentence! Ruckus!”

“Tommy!”

“Evan!”

Buck sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I need you to calm down, please. Do the breathing thing we taught RJ, or I will leave you on this aisle, so help me.”

Tommy closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath through his nose, breathing out through his mouth. “Smell the rose, blow out the candle.” That's what they'd taught RJ after a set of particularly embarrassing, public temper tantrums that started not long after he turned three. “Fine,” Tommy said after a couple breaths, “I'm fine.”

“Praise be.” Buck started to turn and resume his search for the “bubblegum toofpaste but not da white one” when Tommy stopped him again.

“Hey.” He used the cane as an extension of his hand, lifting it to Buck's waist to pull him closer. Buck groaned, but moved toward him. “Will you still love me when I'm actually old?”

He already knows the answer. Of course he knows. They still ask the question all the time, “Will you still love me when...?” simply because it's nice to hear the answer.

“I think that was the whole point of this,” Buck said, raising his hand to show Tommy the ring on his finger. “Did you forget your vows, old man? Sickness and health. The whole death thing? I'm here for the long haul.”

“Promise?”

Buck gave the three finger salute. “Scouts honor,” he said, then added, “plus I heard divorces are expensive.”

“Aye!” Tommy yelped, using the cane to swat at Buck's ass as he turned back to the toothpaste.

Buck squatted down to search the bottom row of the aisle as Tommy put the cane back. “Oh, here you go,” he said once Tommy had returned, tossing him a box that he actually caught this time.

Polident.

Buck smiled brightly at him. “For your dentures.”

#bucktommy #911 #tommy kinard #evan buckley #tevan #i just love the thought of them growing old together #and having kiddos

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somnianyx · 2 years ago

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — michael kaiser x reader

| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: michael doesn't know how to get your attention so poking seems like a good way to do it.

| 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: non-established relationship, michael has a fat crush on you

| 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: idk what this is but have it.

*poke*

*poke poke*

"What?!" You yelled out, stopping your tasks in hand, surprising Michael Kaiser. He slowly blinked at you, like you're the crazy one for lashing out at him even though he was the one constantly poking you.

His silence just makes you more annoyed, you attempt to get back into doing your managerial duty but he thinks that is an a-okay signal to keep poking you.

*poke poke*

"I swear if you don't stop poking me and just tell me what you need so you can stop pestering me, I'm gonna tear your limb one by one starting with those pretty fingers of yours~" you explained in a singsong voice, with a smile that didn't reach your eyes made Kaiser even more amused.

He smiled at you innocently, like he didn't just try to poke holes into your body. Putting some distance between you, you resume your attempt to do your manager duties till you feel him getting closer and-

*Poke*

You caught his hand, "Oh. My. God. What. Do. You. Want." Kaiser is slowly driving you nuts, you swear that you're about to make him see whatever God that chose him to be an emperor.

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention." He said in this, cooly matter-of-fact tone of voice.

You swear you could hear your blood vessels pop somewhere, "I'm giving you attention now, aren't I?! What more do you need?!"

Kaiser grins, leaning closer to whisper in your ear, "Did I say some? Sorry, I meant that I want all of your attention." He leans back, taking the chance to intertwine his caught hand with yours, "If you agree to go on a date with me, I'll stop poking and bothering you for the rest of the day. Deal?"

You're sure you're going to regret this. Future you is definitely cursing at you right now but at the moment you just wanted him to go away so you agreed to his stupid date.

Kaiser stayed true to his words, for the rest of the day, you managed to do all your duties in time without having the blonde constantly on your tail all the time.

You're starting to miss him.

#blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk #blue lock michael kaiser #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x y/n #comfy dreams #blue lock kaiser #bllk kaiser #bllk michael kaiser #bllk michael

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juyeonszn · 1 year ago

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CLOSE TO ME, I’M CLOSE TO YOU

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.46k

GENRES literally just fluff

WARNINGS no 18+ warning this time 🙀, despite it being KIND OF suggestive at one point, it really isn’t anything that constitutes a warning, brother’s best friend trope, (fr)enemies to lovers trope, good ol’ fashioned sneaking around, mild swearing, tbh this is really cute and like i wanna throw up bc when is it my turn </3

SUMMARY despite keeping your relationship restricted to the confines of these four walls, you would always be his.

MORE LOLLL IM INSANE I KNOW U CAN ALL THROW TOMATOES AT ME 😍😍🙏i literally wrote this in 2 hours call me william shakespeare :P um anyway here u go anon! here’s your request from my 100 followers event <3 prompts used are: 1, 15 🙌

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

“What’s the purpose of that top if it barely covers anything?”

You glance over at Hyunjae with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “First of all, who the hell are you to judge what I’m wearing? Second of all, why are you looking?”

“Okay, gross, I would never look at you like that. You’re a child.” He gags, his lips curling downward into a grimace. You roll your eyes.

“And you’re old. Find a new comeback, Jaehyun.”

“Here they go again. And with the government name, too, that’s crazy.” Juyeon snorts from his spot on the floor. Eric bursts into an unnecessary amount of laughter, slapping his shoulder aggressively. The older male winces, muttering a small ‘Ow’.

Sangyeon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and pausing the movie that you were currently watching. He deadpans at the two of you. “Do I really have to play referee right now? In the middle of movie night?”

You both send puppy dog eyes and big smiles his way, because no matter how fun it was going at each other’s throats, it was never worth the scolding from your older brother. Sometimes you feared his wrath more than your own parents, and that’s considering the fact that you were a grown adult. He gives you a warning look before resuming the film.

The funny thing about being four years younger than your brother was the way you shared a friend group. Upon entering university, you befriended two rambunctious boys who happened to be on the baseball team with Sangyeon. Thankfully, you’d been close your whole life, so it wasn’t too big a deal when you all started hanging out. It was kind of convenient since you lived in the same house.

As the movie continues, you glance over at Hyunjae, whose chin is resting on his palm. God, his stupid face pissed you off so easily. Just looking at it riled you up unprovoked. He was lucky he was best friends with your brother (and also all of your friends), or else you might’ve killed him at this point. To be completely honest, there were a couple times you almost did.

Towards the end of the night, everyone started settling down and getting ready to go to bed. A couple of the guys usually slept in the living room, there were a couple in the guest room, and then whoever else was left crashed in your brother’s room with a futon or air mattress. Being the only girl had its special perks— i.e., you got to have your bedroom all to yourself.

It’s about an hour and a half after you’ve parted ways with the boys that you hear the familiar creak of your door opening. A warm body sneaks under the covers behind you, wrapping their arms around your torso and pressing their lips to the shell of your ear.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Took you long enough, Lee Jaehyun,” you murmur, side eyeing him while you shut your phone off and place it on your nightstand. “I almost fell asleep.”

“Stop calling me that,” he pouts, groaning into the crook of your neck when you giggle at his childish behavior. “You sound like my mom getting mad at me when I was a kid.”

Okay; silly story time. Hyunjae and yourself truly started off hating each other. He was a pretentious know-it-all and he despised being wrong. He always had to get the last word and he argued with you like his life depended on it. To you, he was your older brother’s insufferable best friend and you wanted nothing more than to strangle the living daylights out of him.

His first impression of you wasn’t that much different. He thought you were an over-confident spoiled brat who had zero filter. You enjoyed picking fights with him just because you knew it irritated him like nothing else. To him, you were his best friend’s annoying younger sister and he wanted to put a muzzle on you so he could shut you up for once.

The pair of you were like fire and gasoline, a deadly combination that the universe made a mistake putting together. Your friends were amused by your constant bickering, but it drove your brother insane.

One day, in an attempt to get you to bond, Sangyeon had sent Hyunjae to pick you up from a friend’s apartment after working on a project. The entire car ride was filled with insults left and right, neither of you paying attention to the angry grey cloud in the sky above you. Before you knew it, it was pouring down so hard that Hyunjae could hardly see through the windshield.

He pulled over into an empty lot to wait it out, but even that storm wasn’t enough to quell the rage warring in both of you. Your fight started back up, this time more heated than the previous.

You liked to think you weren’t a woman of many flaws. However, you proved yourself incorrect this go around. Your single flaw was your inability to bite your tongue and keep your thoughts to yourself. So, when Hyunjae told you to ‘Shut the Fuck Up’, your response wasn’t what it should’ve been.

Instead you said; “Make me.”

And well, make you he did.

He kissed you with such force, the back of your head almost collided with the car window. You pulled away from each other to process exactly what had just transpired, realizing that all this detestation, all this animosity and rival shit had just been poorly disguised lust. All that tension was because you loathed the other and wanted them to die a slow painful death, it was because you wanted to go at it like jackrabbits.

After another few minutes of making out and waiting for the rain to subside, you both noticed that it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Hyunjae licked his lips and traced your own with the tip of his finger, grinning. “We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”

In your head, that was a completely logical conclusion that you quickly agreed with. And so, that was the beginning of your secret relationship with Lee Hyunjae, your brother’s best friend and your supposed enemy.

“You and your bed are so much more comfy than the pull out in your living room. I kinda feel bad for Juyeon and Changmin.” He rubs circles into your waist with his thumb, wrapping his arms tighter around your middle.

“Hey, I’m not opposed to kicking you out and making you sleep in a sleeping bag like Sunwoo and Eric.” You tsk, turning in his embrace to face him.

He gasps in feign offense. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you shrug, sighing dramatically. “Apparently, I’m a child and you would never look at me a certain way.”

“I was just joking, baby,” he laughs and good God, you’re down bad if just the sound of his laugh has butterflies erupting in your stomach. “I gotta make sure everyone thinks I still find you aggravating. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, you know.”

You bat your eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Hyunjae smiles at you, differently than all the others he’s shown you before. It’s tender, gentler than what you’re used to from the brunette. His eyes are a softer shade of brown, mocha colored irises that stare at you with so much admiration that even the darkness of your room couldn’t overshadow. The moonlight peeking in from your curtains illuminates his features perfectly.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but you mean a lot to me, Y/N,” he suddenly confesses. “Sneaking around and not being able to show the world that you’re mine is so fucking difficult, but if you’re not ready, then I’m okay with it. I want you to be happy when you’re with me, all the time. You make it all worth it.”

“Hyunjae…” Your bottom lip juts out, your heart swelling with so many emotions. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and he closes the gap between you, leaving a sweet kiss that manages to knock out all the air from your lungs.

He peppers kisses to your cheeks, nose, and the crown of your head until your breathing has evened and you’ve fallen asleep. His favorite part of sleeping over was getting to see this, you laying in his arms peacefully. It served as a reminder for him that despite keeping your relationship restricted to the confines of these four walls, you would always be his. He whispers one last thing to you before calling it a night himself, though he’s sure your sleep is too deep to register it.

“I love you.”

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz fluff #the boyz hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae fluff #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae fluff #juyeonszn #juyeonszn.100🪩

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northsoulss · 2 years ago

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k.seungmin - masked singer

pairing - seungmin x gn!reader

genre : fluff, crack

warnings : one swear word(?), kissy kisses, established relationship

a/n : i saw his performance and i think i died a little on the inside — he’s an amazing performer omfg😭 anyways enjoy this little bit i wrote after watching him sing and dance on the show!

“look who’s back, mr masked singer!” you chime as seungmin opens the apartment door, his hair tousled and windblown. you get up from the couch with a groan before standing in front of him, a smile on both of your faces.

“haish, stop it!” he swats your hand away when you try to pinch his cheek, a light pink hue settling on them. you giggle, caressing his face as a silent “apology”, and yet you didn’t regret teasing him at all.

“so, how was my performance then?” he asks expectantly, still standing in the hallway, back now facing you while taking off his coat.

“your singing was exceptional as usual,” his cheeks lift from his smile at your words, but drop when you finish the rest of your sentence. “but, i have to admit, you weren’t the sneakiest with your dancing.” you give him a knowing look whilst sliding his coat off his shoulders. he turns around quickly, a look of disbelief on his face.

“hey! what’s wrong with my dancing?” he pouts and pretends to be hurt, wiping away a few false tears from his eyes.

“it was very..” you paused trying to find the right words for it, wanting to describe his dancing as specifically as possible. “um, how do i put it, JYP?” you finally find the right “word” for it, and seungmin once again looks offended. you put away his coat, hearing him grumbling under his breath.

“hey! i’m just paying respects to my boss!” you look unimpressed when he starts to do the exact same dance to hype boy by new jeans, and you have to resist the urge to face palm.

“okay, okay. stop!” a laugh escapes your lips, watching him boldly mimic how his boss dances. he laughs too, watching a few more giggles come out from your lips, a flush dusting your face.

“so my singing was alright?” he asks as he moves to sit on the floor to take off his shoes, trying to chuck them off as quickly as possible so that he can jump onto the couch. you move to sit across him, watching him untie his laces.

“as i said, exceptional. i am surprised though.” he looks up and pauses his movements, urging you to continue talking. “who wouldn’t recognise you the moment you start singing?” his lips turn into a thin line, a deadpan expression forming on his face.

“how do you expect me to change my voice huh?” he finally finishes taking off his shoes, taking you into his arms for a much needed hug.

“i never said to change it, i’m just saying it’s really recognisable. in a good way of course.” you move your head away from his chest to look at him, a fond look on his face. he only shakes his head, before resting his chin on the crown on your head, a sigh escaping his lips. you stay like that for a while, on the floor together with bodies smushed together.

after finally moving to the couch to resume the cuddle session, you lay on top of seungmin, his hands encircling your waist.

“i have to say you looked extremely handsome when you took off your mask though.” you tilt your head to look at him, finding him already staring at you. clearly, you gave him an unwanted ego boost when you see him card his hands through his hair. he flips it over snd it falls exactly like how it did in the video you saw. you don’t want to admit, but you find him devastatingly handsome.

“like that?” he gives you a smirk, and you feel your face heat up.

“never mind i said anything.” you say quickly, your face tilting back down and turning away from him to face the other way.

“baby.” he whines, shaking you in his grasp. he pouts again, and this time you give into his cuteness.

“i’m joking. yes, like that. god, you are so fucking handsome.” well, there goes the whole “not wanting to admit he’s gorgeous” thing.

he chuckles, the same pink hue settling on his cheeks again. he kisses your lips and gives you a peck on the cheek, a goofy grin on his face.

“why thank you then.” he kisses you again, and you gladly reciprocate.

“you’re most welcome, my masked singer.”

masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #seungmin #kim seungmin #seungmin skz #skz seungmin #stray kids seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin scenarios #seungmin masked singer #masked singer #his performance was fantastic omg #northsoulss

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cerridwen007 · 2 years ago

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Corruption of Innocence. Part 2.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!reader

Word count: 3.8k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: Continuing from the events of Part one of Corruption of Innocence, Matt gives you a very memorable night, giving you your first taste of pleasure at the hands of someone else. From that night, Matt becomes addicted, now that he has had a taste and can't keep his hands to himself.

Warnings/Notes: SMUT, swearing, loss of virginity, p in v sex, oral, (f and m receiving) fingering, semi-public oral, support from under the desk ;), dom Matt, sub reader, no y/n.

A/N: Okay first off I want to apologise for taking so long to post a Part two to Corruption of Innocence, especially cause yall seemed to love it, so thank you for the love and for being so patient. So here it finally is. Also, I plan on potentially posting a 3rd and final part to this series eventually, but that might take quite a while to finish. As always, likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated. Also, comment or message me if you want to be tagged or removed from taglist when I post and for what character fics.

Corruption of Innocence. Part 1.

Taglist: @edmnsnxgf, @kal-0n, @slashersluttt, @fullbelieverheart, @schneeflocky.

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“Yes. Yes, Matt, I want you to touch me.”

That was all Matt needed, and wanted to hear for him to start touching you again. He resumed rubbing your thigh, slowly nearing your underwear again, his lips locking back on yours. His fingers make contact with your clothed clit as he begins rubbing light circles. You moan softly into his mouth, his light touch already so much better than what your own hands can give to you. He pulls your panties halfway down your thighs, his hand going back to stroke along your dripping folds.

“God you're so wet, I can’t wait to teach you everything.” he growls.

Your pussy throbs at the thought of Matt talking you through the different acts, praising you and eventually growing more rough, using your body for any and all of his desires. His fingers suddenly push into your hole, making you moan. He pulls them out and puts them to his lips, licking your arousal off his fingers.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I thought you would, sweeter than honey.”

His sultry words work you up more than anyone else has. His lips lock back onto yours, sharing the taste of your arousal while his fingers begin to fuck back in your hole. You become a whimpering mess under his touch, pathetic moans falling out your mouth and into his as he undoes you with his skillful fingers. Without thinking your hand shoots down and starts rubbing circles on your clit, feeling yourself awfully close to your peak.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on my fingers, show me how good I make you feel.”

Your high comes quick. Whiny, breathless exhales coming from your mouth as Matt helps you ride out your peak. His hands caressing you till you're overstimulated, legs shaking from the feeling. He kisses you deep and lovingly, his tongue dipping out of his mouth and into yours . You both break away breathless.

“God, you made me feel…so good, Matty.”

He chuckles. “There's plenty more where that came from, sweetie, if you want it, of course.”

Your heart and your pussy flutters at the thought of Matt fingering you again, touching you in many more ways too. You gulp.

“Oh god, yes, I want you, Matt. I want you so bad it hurts, I want you to touch me again all the time, and I want to touch you and make you feel good. Please teach me how to make you feel good, Matthew!”

His fully erect cock throbs painfully at your confession, his smile turning into a devilish smirk. You both look down at his obvious excitement in his pants.

“I know somewhere you can start,” he says.

You blush smiling, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding your system. You nod before slowly getting down on your knees in front of him. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you slide his waistband down his thighs, revealing his infamous black boxers and the monster straining against them. You lick your lips in anticipation as you pull his cock from his underwear, his size making your eyes widen.

“Take your time, sweetheart. I'll talk you through it.”

You nod gulping, his words begin to make your pussy wet again. You reach out and grab his length, your tongue licks around the sensitive tip, a breathy exhale leaves Matt’s mouth. You look up at Matt as you slowly bob down as much of his length as you can take.

“Just like that.” Matt laughs breathily.

You wrap one of your hands around his cock and work the rest of the length you can’t fit into your mouth. You can’t get enough of his taste and the warmth of his hard, heavy cock filling your mouth. His heavy breathy and quiet grunts make your head swell, encouraging you to continue.

“Fuck, baby. Are you sure this is your first time?”

You look up at him with wide eyes and slowly pull your mouth off his cock, while your hand continues stroking him.

“Yeah Matty. Am I doing okay?”

“You are doing great, darling.”

He reaches down and cups your jaw and directs his tip back to your parted lips.

“Mmmh baby, just keep sucking it like that.”

He leans back and squeezes his fists tightly, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your throat, fucking your mouth so hard your eyes weep and you gag around him. Another time he thinks to himself. You smile around him softly watching him becoming a loud, hair-dishevelled, wreck above you, your teeth lightly graze him for a few seconds causing Matt to groan loudly.

“Fuck!” He moans out.

His hips slowly roll up into your mouth, chasing the feeling of your warm, wet mouth. His hand falls to your head, shaking as he gently strokes your hair. You pull off him until only his tip is in your mouth. You trace around his head with the tip of your tongue. Matt breathes deeply, in and out.

“Okay sweetheart, I think you better…s-stop before I cum.”

You pull your mouth off him fully, a string of spit connecting your lips to his wet tip, looking up at him confused. He exhales another shaky breath, the sight of your lust filled eyes, your wet lips and the scent of your pooling arousal; clear evidence that you enjoyed sucking him off almost as much as he did, could make him cum right then and there. And oh how would he love to paint your face, and chest in white, hot seed. Watching eagerly as you lick the salty taste from your lips, his fingers coming to push his cum into your mouth so you swallow as much as possible. But right now he wants, no he needs to hear your sweet cries as he plunges into your warm centre.

“Are you on the pill, sweetheart?”

“Uh, yes, I am. Did I do something wrong?”

He reaches back down and lowers his head towards yours, rubbing your cheek comfortingly.

“No. Not at all, baby. I just…wanted to come inside you first…if that's alright?”

You swallow hard. The lump in your throat makes it hurt a little. Even though you felt extremely comfortable with Matt, you still couldn't help but feel a little nervous at your first time steadily approaching. Matt seems to sense your nervousness from your rapid heart rate and frowns. He tilts your head up to look at him and plants a firm yet gentle kiss on your lips.

“It's alright, baby, I'll take care of you. All you gotta do is look pretty and enjoy it.”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second before giving Matt a small smile. He quickly pulls you up to straddle his hips. You whimper softly feeling his hard cock gently nudge your dripping entrance. He picks you up swiftly, cupping your ass as he carries you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you down and begins kissing down your body like a devoted follower worshipping at an altar, removing every inch of clothing that keeps him away from your soft, luscious skin. He feels conflicted, desperately wanting to feel your tight cunt squeeze and flutter around him already but also tease and caress his tongue all over your body, so that your begging, with tears in your eyes for him to fuck you already.

He settles on teasing a little longer, convincing himself that he needs to warm you up for him, knowing that his length and girth is surely going to stretch you uncomfortably especially with it being your first time. Hearing your breathy whines and racing heart rate is yet another reason he could spend hours kissing, licking, and biting every inch of your skin, so captivated by your sensitivity to every little touch he gives you.

“God baby, you're so fucken beautiful.” he says standing back to take off his own clothes.

Your pussy throbs at his remark, you are so turned on by Matt, you are so happy that he is consuming all of your senses right now, you feel yourself dripping onto the sheets below.

“Please Matt…..I need you.”

“Fuck baby.” he whispers. “Spread your legs for me sweetheart.”

You shyly spread your legs apart, and although Matt can’t see your center glistening with desire, he can surely smell it. He pulls on your legs gently and takes a deep breath in of your arousal as he plants himself between your thighs. He cocks his head, listening to your thumping heartbeat, no doubt nervous. He reaches his hand out and cups your jaw.

“It's alright pretty girl, I'll go slow.”

You look up at him eyes wide, butterflies in your stomach at his sweet words and softly smile as he looks at you. You lean into his cupped hand and turn your head to kiss his palm. His heart skips a beat at the sweet gesture. He swallows, waiting for a beat.

“You ready, baby?”

You nod. “Yes.”

He carefully swipes his tip through your drenched folds, your breath hitches at the feeling, small moans escaping your mouth when he catches your clit for a second.

“God you're so sensitive, I love it, baby, listening to how your body responds to me.”

Your hum in response turns into a small cry as Matt pushes his tip into you.

“Fuck sweetheart, your so tight.”

He senses your slight discomfort, your face scrunched from him stretching you already and reaches around to hold the small of your back up to his lips, kissing and swirling his tongue over your hardened nipples. You arch your back into his touch and reach up to grip his hair.

He slowly rocks into you inch by inch as he kisses your body tenderly. One hand goes between your bodies to rub your clit to further balance out the stretching pain with pleasure. Soft whimpers of his name and swear words float out mouth, your eyes closed, so overwhelmed by the new sensations.

“Relax baby, I got you.” he coos.

He eventually bottoms out and lets you adjust fully to his size. You wrap your hands under his arms and grip his back and shoulders. You both breathe heavily, the moment you both had fantasised over countless times, finally a reality. He waits till you're adjusted before he kisses you tenderly.

He slowly pulls out till just his tip is left in and then slowly thrusts back into your cunt. He kisses your neck and collarbone as he slowly enters you, struggling not to come already with how goddamn tight you are. You gasp out as the uncomfortable pain becomes replaced with warming pleasure, now enjoying the way Matt fills you up.

“Fuck Matt.” You whine, gripping his back.

“Fuck baby your so tight, feel so good squeezing my cock.”

You bite your lip as Matt bottoms out in you again. Your hips slowly roll against his as the feeling of your orgasim starts bubbling to the surface. He reaches behind his back and grabs one of your hands and pins it above your head lightly, intertwining his fingers in yours. As he thrusts he squeezes your hand subconsciously, the intimate act making your head feel hazy and heart flutter.

“Matt…I’m close.” You moan out weakly.

“I know, sweet girl. I'll get you there, baby.”

He fastens the rhythm of his thrusts and hikes your thighs up around his waist to get a deeper angle. You throw your head back as Matt repeatedly hits that spot that has your vision blurring and your eyes watering. Suddenly, you reach your high, your first ever high from sex and it was with your dream man. God, you felt like you were floating.

Your legs shake as Matt chases his own high, his quickly following yours. His deep groans and moans are a beautiful soundtrack to the state of euphoria that consumes your body. You stare deeply into Matt’s eyes and lean up to kiss him deeply. He kisses you back with the same force, holding your face gently as he explores your mouth.

You both pull back out of breath as he lifts himself off you to slip himself out. The loss of his warmth inside of you makes you a little sad but is quickly forgotten as he puts all of his weight on you and cuddles you close to him. The strokes of your finger up and down his back urge soft hums out of Matt's mouth. You feel your eyes droop, body and mind spent from the last couple of hours.

You whine softly when you feel Matt’s heat disappear for a minute as he goes and gets a cloth to clean the both of you up. He then comes back and gets under the covers after wiping you down gently. He holds your back tightly to his chest, his hand wrapped around your body, cupping your breast.

“Did so good for me, sweetgirl.” He whispers.

You smile to yourself as you let the sweet temptations of sleep drag you under.

********

The next morning comes too quickly. The realisation of the events last night, run through your mind, your smile becoming wider, as you feel Matt's arm wrapped around your hip. You enjoy the feeling for a few moments before your eyes widen with panic. What time was it?! You slowly and carefully try and peel yourself away from Matt’s grip but he only holds onto you harder.

“Matty, I need to get up and check my phone for the time.” You whisper.

He groans as you struggle to turn in his hold. Your heart melts when you see him, his eyes still closed, hair messy from his sleep. “Five more minutes baby.” He pulls you closer to him and sighs as he nuzzles his face into your chest. You sigh, giving up and let your eyes flutter close. When you wake again, it's a few hours later, the sun shining brighter than it should be at the early hours of the morning. If you weren't going to be late before, you are definitely going to be late now.

“Fuck.”

You jump quickly out of Matt’s bed and run to grab your phone. As the screen lights up, your face falls further. ‘11:34 am’ flashing back at you. You were supposed to be at the office by 9am. this morning, and you were over 2 and half hours late, 3 by the time you quickly got changed and ran to work. Matt's sleepy groans pull you out of your head as he stretches and swings his legs over the side of his bed. You run around trying to locate your scattered clothes, struggling to put them on quickly. Anxiety starts brewing in your stomach.

What the hell were you going to tell Foggy and Karen? “Sorry I'm late, I had a late night, getting railed for the first time ever by Matt.” As much as you truly cared about and liked Matt, dare say loved him, the two of you hadn’t exactly discussed the future of your relationship. Your eyes grew watery. What if Matt just presumed this was a one-time thing? Taking your virginity before moving onto the next touch-starved virgin to bless with some good dick. You sure as hell didn't want it to be a sole experience for the two of you. Your feelings for Matt had somehow grown more consuming now that you had gotten to taste, literally, what it was like to be with him. Before you can spiral any further, Matt comes behind you, embracing you tightly with his comforting warmth. He rests his head on your shoulder.

“Mmm what's the time? I'm guessing we might have slept in.” he chuckles lightly.

You sigh. “Yeah, by a few hours. Foggy might be pissed, no doubt interrogating us.”

“Yeah…..I don’t regret staying up late with you though.”

Your eyes widen as you turn in his hold to face him.

“You don’t? I don't either.” you whisper back.

A moment passes before your lips find each other in a tender kiss. You both are smiling softly when you pull away.

“I'm going to have a quick shower…care to join me?” Matt teases.

You slap his chest lightly and smile.

“As much as I would love to, and believe me, I would. Getting in the shower with you right now will only end up making the both of us even more late.” You reply.

He chuckles. “I know, but it was worth a try.” He pulls you in for a firm hug and kisses your forehead.

You eventually pull away and gather the last of your things before leaving Matt's apartment to quickly head to yours to have a shower and change into some fresh clothes.

*********

After spending your rushed walk to your apartment, shower and cab ride to work thinking about the night shared between you and Matt, you decided that you were going to only focus on work the rest of the day. Telling yourself it was important to focus on work only to help make up for lost time. To your dismay, you often found your mind floating to certain parts of the night.

How warm and firm his muscled body felt pressed against you, how his beard tickles you as you kiss his plush lips, how deliciously his cock stretches your pussy- Matt's voice suddenly calls out your name asking you to bring him some files. Your brain glitches hearing the subject of your daydreaming, physically representing itself. You take a deep breath and gather the paperwork he asked for, willing yourself to not be distracted by Matt as you entered his office.

His cock twitches seeing your thick thighs wrapped up in that tight pencil skirt as you quickly enter and exit his office, leaving some paperwork on his desk, especially after seeing them bare last night. God, how good they would look wrapped around his head. He smirks to himself. Maybe he might do just that at this very moment. Before his sensibility changes his mind, he walks out of his office to his desk, facing the entry of Nelson and Murdock.

You are typing fast, trying to make up for lost time after your late arrival to work. Matt lightly drags his fingers over the dark brown grain of your desk till he reaches your arm. You lock eyes. He takes a deep breath and is shocked but pleasantly surprised to smell your arousal, quite clearly in the air. A cocky grin growing on his face.

“You been thinking about me, baby?” He walks behind you and moves the hair off your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Been thinking about what we got up to last night?”

You shiver and swallow hard, just managing to nod.

“Atta girl.” He chuckles.

Before you can breathe, he pulls back your swivel chair and moves in front of you. A cocky grin is plastered on his face as he slowly sinks to his knees and sits under your desk, quickly pulling your thighs to follow.

“Matt..” You breathe out, both as a warning that you maybe shouldn't be doing this at the office, especially after being late to work from sleeping in late, tired from late night fun. But also a plea for him to make you feel good and to continue.

“I know, sweetheart, just keep quiet for me, will ya? As much as I love hearing you moan....."

Before you can retort back, Matt pulls down your underwear and pushes up your skirt, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. A small whimper at the frigid temperature is quickly replaced by a moan as Matt dives right into your warmth, licking a long strip up your centre.

You grip onto the arms of your chair tightly. Biting your tongue, trying to hold back the moans that come bubbling up in your throat. Your face screws up, hand gripping Matt’s soft locks tightly as he circles your throbbing clit relentlessly. You are interrupted suddenly as Foggy calls out loudly to you before walking into the room from his office.

“Hey, did you manage to go over that report for Sullivan's case that I sent you yet?” He asks, completely unaware of Matt’s head being currently between your legs under your desk.

“I-I yeah, no I didn't but I’ll get onto that asap.” You blurt out, trying to squirm away from Matt’s iron grip on your thighs.

“Okay that would be great. Maybe you could stay a little later tonight to work on that since you arrived late?" Foggy responds before turning away.

"Yes, of course, not a problem." You mumble.

You can feel Matt grinning devilishly into your cunt, thoroughly satisfied hearing your heart race and you seemingly getting wetter from the thought of nearly being caught. He suddenly plunges two thick fingers into your pussy. The thick intrusion despite being completely drenched makes you softly cry out.

Foggy swiftly turns around and has a concerned look on his face. “ Are you okay? Did you say something?”

“Uh no, I'm fine, just…just cramps that’s all.”

“Oh…right.” Foggy responds before quickly leaving the room.

Not even waiting a moment before Foggy leaves the room, Matt attaches his lips onto your clit again, slowly thrusting his fingers deep into your heat. Your orgasm is coming awfully close when suddenly Matty’s deep, seductive voice comes out from under the desk.

“Tell me who it belongs to.” He says darkly.

A moment passes before the words sink in. You swallow before answering breathlessly.

“You Matty, only and always you.”

He growls against your pussy satisfied with your answer. You throw your head back and close your eyes as Matty repeatedly curls his fingers to hit the spongy part deep inside of you, his tongue still caressing firmly over your swollen clit. Your head goes hazy, your body feels numb as your high hits you.

Matt works you through it till your hips jerk away, tender from the stimulation. He tenderly kisses your inner thighs down to your calves before pushing your chair back. He stands up and plants his hands onto your armrests, lowering his head down to yours.

“Mmmh never will get sick of the taste of you, sweetheart.” he whispers before planting a loving kiss on your lips.

You kiss him back eagerly. He stands up tall and winks at you before turning away and walking back to his office, giving you a nice view of his plump ass. He laughs quietly to himself, feeling your eyes glued to his backside. You sigh happily and close your eyes for a split second thinking about it was only a few days ago that you were so infatuated with Matt, heartbroken and convinced he would never go after you. Now look at you.

You then remember you're at work and begin to start working on those documents Foggy was asking for, a slight smile still present on your face, full of bliss. Working with Matt from now on was sure to be pleasurable.

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marvels-bitch-boy · 2 years ago

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Emerald Eyes Part 3: Chapter 6

Chapter 6 (Y/N's POV)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I ended up studying abroad for another semester and had a couple of things happen while I was over there. I had a hard time writing anything. But now that I've talked to a therapist and been back home I've found myself some time to write! I hope you all enjoy!

Master List , P1 Chapter 1 , P2 Chapter 1 , P3 Chapter 4 , P3 Chapter 7

Sitting in a pub you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your hair had grown out and you let your facial hair go with it. You felt completely unrecognisable. Finishing off your pint, you stood up and made your way out into the cold night air.

You knew where the silver-haired man would be at this time, with his sister coming out of a pub just a few doors down. You noticed a man on the opposite side of the street staring at the redhead. He had his face hidden by a ballcap. He started to follow the pair in front of you slowly, you watched as he continued and seemed to take side alleys that went right on their route. What he didn’t expect was you to yank him by the collar in one of these alleys.

Slamming him against the brick wall and holding him down as you waited for the footsteps you both were trailing to fade away.

“Release me before I make you” the voice made you roll your eyes. Fucking Vision.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you look at him with annoyance and rage that seem to be mixing together the longer you look at him. “Didn’t you get the message that none of them want to see your face after the accords!?”

He gave you a smug look “Is that why you lurk in the shadows as well? -or perhaps because you’re afraid of what they’ll say when they see who you really are” His words make you want to burn the synthetic skin that covers his face. The thought flashes through your mind for only a second before you took a breath.

“I swear to god if you even talk to her-” Suddenly you are cut off by a blast of some kind as it hits you in the chest. Fuck. The floor beneath you feels cold. The stones digging into your back like you are a shipwreck hitting the rocks. Your shirt feels heavy against your skin, your chest goes along with it. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with. “Fuck” Your hand goes up to cover the wound. Within moments you see Vision chucked through the sky. Landing somewhere in the distance with a large crash of the earth.

Attempting to get up, your hand slips from the blood that's coated your palm. Still making your way up you follow the sound of battle coming from the train station.

- - -

Fuck. You keep repeating it over and over again in your head as you take each step. Finally reaching the station you see Wanda preparing to fight against the attackers but their attention is shifted to a train nearby. You see a familiar silhouette emerge from the shadows and within seconds combat resumes.

Stepping out you watch as Natasha takes on an emaciated Skeletor. His robes are discarded as he begins to fight her with swiftness. You watch as he gets closer to her and the pain from your wound only elevates the fear you have for her. Before you could properly think your fist is raised and a blast of yellow and blue flame hit him like a truck and launched him farther away from her. She turned to the direction of his attack and her face was filled with surprise that dissipated as she saw the blood that now covered you. Your arm stayed up as you aimed one more blast in the same direction. “Move!” you felt the word rip through your throat seconds before the heat left your fist. The blast of fire ripped through the night air and rammed itself into the largest blue woman you’ve ever seen. Natasha had already ducked out of the way and watched as the large woman went flying like a rag doll. She lands next to the skeletal-like man, they both lean on each other and say something you couldn’t hear.

Actually, you couldn’t hear a lot now because you felt like you were about to pass out. Your mind went slightly fuzzy and you could only muster a few words before you hit the floor and you were pretty sure one of them was once again “fuck”

- - -

Waking up you felt almost a million eyes on you. The sensation stayed on you as you attempted to get up, your shirt was shredded around you and the sensation of dried blood was coating you like tissue paper and glue. Looking towards the eyes of everyone around you, finding that indeed every pair was locked onto you, each holding a different sense of emotion.

You thought for a moment… it felt like a pretty long moment actually. “How’s everyone been?” pursing your lips due to the silence that fell upon you all. “I’m doing great, how bout you Y/N?” you reply to your own question “Well I’ve been on vacation for a bit, sightseeing and all” You sneak a glance at Wanda who stayed near her brother. “-I’ve missed us” giving the group your best faux smile and a sigh. Standing up you wobbled for a second before catching yourself and taking in a deep breath “I need to get back to work, can I get a cab from here?” the attempts to lighten the mood didn’t seem to be working.

“Are you seriously not going to shut up?” you turned to see Sam leaning on the wall of the quinjet. “I mean, who is this? You never talked this much before”

“It’s the brain injuries, trust me they rearrange some stuff…” you try to crack your neck and loosen up “...made me fun-” you turn to Natasha “You’d know all about that, dyed your hair since then… looks good” A sly wink was given to her and you saw her flex her jaw, probably in annoyance. “I really do need to call my boss and let her know I’ve been taken” Holding a hand out you shrug.

“Can’t do that” the strong voice that rolled your eyes until they were in the back of your head reverberated through the jet.

“Why not? I’m in the private sector, I’m not on the run… it’s just so I can clock in?” you produce a face pout “I hate doing unpaid overtime”

“Just stop with the jokes, for god sake go back to being quiet!” the one voice you never expected to be yelling at you came from across the jet. Wanda. “Stop being this fake version of you!...” she had tears prickling the corners of her eyes “Just stop”.

Her words. She had no idea, none of them -except Nat. They all had no idea that this is the new real version of you. You couldn’t help it though, using the jokes to hide the awkwardness, the guilt you felt, it was all so easy to hide behind. “I can’t… I’m sorry, but this is me. Leave it or love it” You faced away from her, ducking your face from the rest of the wandering eyes.

The entire trip felt all-encompassing, you didn’t speak for the rest of it. Not even when Natasha sat down next to you. You just closed your eyes and tilted your head back. You heard Pietro whisper something about you, you didn’t care though. You couldn’t bear to hear him say anything bad about you. You had learned how to drown out certain sounds, you had to when you were stuck under rubble. It kept you mildly sane for the most part. You felt pressure on the side of your knee. Opening your right eye only a smidge, you saw the widow's knee press into yours. You felt the corner of your lips lift what felt like an atom. Sitting in silence for the rest of the flight you remained content with her choice.

- - -

After you wake up from a small nap on the jet you are helped through the compound by Natasha. It seems as though no one else would even lay a hand on you. The hallways were quiet. It reminded you of when you’d skulk around at night, walking to and from the library. You emerged from the hallway into the common room. You saw Rhodey and Bruce talking to General Ross. As soon as he saw the group heading in his direction, he and the captain began exchanging words. Ross only got a few in before Rhodey hung up on him. He had been projected like a hologram. It was so realistic to him being here, you could even see the detail in his face when he caught a glimpse of you.

Rhodey didn’t make eye contact with you but you knew he saw you. The way his body language changed as he talked to Steve and Natasha. It was obvious. She handed you off to Bruce who didn’t seem to understand why no one else even got near you. He attempted to make small talk when he brought you to the infirmary, you didn’t hate it. “So… where’d you go?” he continued as he lay you down on the gurney.

“Hell” you made sure to give him a smirk, lightening the response.

He didn’t really understand exactly what you meant by that, he didn’t pry either. “Sounds fun…” he kept his gaze down on your wound as he spoke “You seem more cheerful, you and Nat still together?” You remained silent and he just continued tending to your chest.

Thinking for a moment you decided to talk. You hadn’t had a real conversation with someone since helping Natasha almost a year ago. “No… and I don’t know if I’m more cheerful or just hiding at this point” He stopped and you worried for a second that you had said something you should have kept inside.

He sat up and put his tools to the side. “Why do you think you’d be hiding?”

You didn’t really have a full answer, just multiple short little ones. If you worked hard enough in your head maybe a sentence could form.

“There’s just been this… darkness- or maybe it’s just a hole..” you continued thinking “And I’m worried that I’ll- I’ll be stuck in it alone-” you had let out a deep breath before going on “-But I don’t want to drag anyone into it. Not her or anyone else.”

“I don’t think that’s true…” he seemed now to think of a continuation “This new you…-I just met him and I think that he’s already made his way out of the darkness enough- at least by himself…” you nodded your head in understanding as he got up “-it’s never too late to ask for help, sometimes you just need a hand” and with that, he left.

You sat up, looking out the windows of the infirmary. It was all so new and old at the same time. The life you had now was nice, but you just felt so alone, the shadows were all you seemed to have.

- - -

Finding new clothes seemed to be a bit of a difficult task, you had outgrown almost all of your old shirts that had been kept, and the pants too. You had to ask Steve if you could borrow something. Surprisingly you almost filled his clothes. You had overheard everyone discussing what the next steps should be. You felt like you needed some sense of fresh air. Slowly you inched your way out of the compound. You didn’t think anyone would notice you gone for a minute or two. You had swiped a phone too on the way out, as soon as you got far enough away you dialled her.

It took three full rings before she picked up, this had you puzzled and slightly concerned. Her voice was producing a fake confidence, that had you more concerned. “Hey there hot stuff”

“Valentina… how’d you know it’s me? -actually, never mind.” you looked around to make sure you were still alone “I had a bit of a run-in with some old friends -suffered a hit to the chest from unknown assailants… I’d love to get some intel”

She scoffed at your words “You think I know something about that? -well I do but still it's the principle” You heard her take a sip of something and clear her throat “There seems to be a bit of a pest problem coming from outta town… you might have to help them squash it”

“Yes ma’am- I’ll call you with any new details” You heard the sound of footsteps approaching you and hung up the phone before she could even make a snarky remark. You knew you’d get shit for it. You didn’t move, you stayed still and simply stared up at the sky. The sunset was beginning to fade and the night would soon replace it. “I never noticed before… the sun kinda makes the clouds look like cotton candy from here.” You tried to keep your tone as innocent as possible. The ground beneath your feet move and sink as the body that had found you joined your side. You turned to face her. “Can’t remember if you like cotton candy or not…” your hand gestures to your head as you talked “Whole brain injury and just all-around personality change” She didn’t seem amused.

“It’s kind of growing on me… -I mean except when you’re an asshole” You could sense the playfulness in her tone.

“Nat, I don’t want this- this new me to grow on you” You made sure to look as deep into her eyes as you could. You wanted her to know this was the truth. You needed her to know that you meant this. She looked at you with slight surprise. “Whatever you think is here right now-” you gestured between your bodies “-it shouldn’t be here. I need you to take back what you said in St. Petersburg…” you trailed off as you felt your voice catch slightly.

“No, I’m not going to take it back.” her brows stitched together as she looked at you “I’ll change it but I’m not going to take it back-” she took one of your hands into hers. The warmth of it almost sent bumps along your arm. “I’d stay by your side. Leave it or love it?” she took her free hand and set it up over your chest. Just past the bandages that covered you. You both stood so close to the other. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of her and you knew she could too “Well I don’t want to leave it”

Your mind was still. You had no thoughts for once, no joke to deflect how you felt. The thing was you knew this wouldn’t end well. You couldn’t go back to the team, and you knew sure as hell she would never join Leviathan. “I can’t come back here, you know that…” You took her hand away from your chest “If you won’t leave this…” and you took a step back from her “I’m doing it for you” Turning away from her you began to walk back to the compound. You couldn’t look back at her or risk changing your mind. You didn’t want to pull her into the hole that you’ve begun to fall into.

- - -

Stepping into the compound you went directly to your old room. You didn’t spare a glance at anyone else. Closing the door felt like a million pounds. The sound of it echoed for what felt like ages. Everything in your room that had once occupied it was gone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like you had many nights before; you felt like a ghost. The sensation that you were in the wrong place didn’t leave. You sat in silence until it became unbearable. The room was pitch black but you had the way to the door memorized. Standing at the edge of the doorway you had a sense of deja vu. Imagining the different nights this had happened. The nights when you had simply gotten up to just knock on Natasha's door and lay with her. Tonight though you couldn’t do that. If you had even tried you knew you would never leave her side. You decided to go to the kitchen, if you found anyone in there you would simply go for a walk outside. Perhaps you’d see if you could snoop on the computers for a while. Your feet had dragged you to the kitchen and there wasn’t a single light on.

Turning on the light above the stove to illuminate the countertops you began making some tea. Waiting on the water to come to a boil you stood near the window, looking out at the night sky. The moon illuminated the water of the lake and the tops of the trees. You hear scraping footsteps approach from the hallway and you slowly turned to see who they belonged to. The silver hair was almost an echo of the moon. You felt your body tense up as he saw you. The two of you hadn’t talked at all. Well to his knowledge you hadn’t spoken since Berlin, you remember seeing him in a bar in Scotland. He was on the other side of the room downing pints while his sister went to the bathroom. You were going to head home for the night when he bumped into you spilling his glass on you, he began apologizing profusely but you stopped him. “Completely my fault-” You reached into your pocket and handed him a couple of pounds. You left before he could say another word. You considered doing the same thing now and just booking yourself out of the room but the reminder of the water coming towards a boil took the idea out of your head.

His accent was much thicker than Wanda’s “How long?” you looked at him puzzled. Maybe it was the look of sleep that covered his face or the lighting. He caught your look and continued “How long were you in Scotland?”

You looked almost taken aback by his question but you gave him an answer “Roughly eleven months…” The kettle whistled and you moved to pick a tea, you knew his favourite flavour and grabbed an extra mug on the way back to the kettle.

“I never saw you once…” he thought for a second “I probably did, didn’t I?” you nodded your head “How many times?”

Pursing your lips and handing him the steaming mug “I think it was about five times… spoke only once though”

He took the mug and stood still for a moment. He looked like he was finally realizing the moment he was in “Why didn’t you reach out to me after the mission?” this question made you freeze. He didn’t really know everything… none of them did.

“I was in the care of my employer, and I wasn’t allowed to contact anyone while I recovered” You took a sip of your tea and felt the warmth spread. “-I also didn’t know how you’d react to me… especially with how I was back then -I was so angry, I just wanted to burn the whole world…” you stayed quiet after that. Your words trailed over to him and you saw the next question bubbling to the surface.

“How long did you stay in the rubble?...-I’m sorry for asking, I just- we looked through it for weeks…” you knew he felt bad about it. You knew if you told him the exact length of time and what you went through, he would feel even worse. The thing was you didn’t want to lie to him. You couldn’t after all this time you wanted to be as honest as possible.

You moved to the nearest chair and took a seat. Staring at your cup as he slowly joined you. Looking at the steam that continued to flow out you took a shallow breath “I was there for almost a month, I passed out after a few minutes and kept going in and out of consciousness… my throat was so torn and shredded from screaming, I lost a lot of blood -a good amount- after I was found they put me in a coma to monitor me. When I woke up I was filled in on everything. Couldn’t walk for a couple of weeks, talking was easier though…” you took a sip and thought again “I had some pretty bad head trauma… the memories of being trapped kinda just come back every now and then, can’t stay alone for too long either”

He didn’t ask another question. He put a hand on your back, it didn’t move. “You know…” he looked like a toddler attempting to put pieces together in his head “I can stick with you tomorrow…if you’d like” he gave a small shrug and the light showed you the small bashful smile he was holding back.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” holding the mug to your lips you listened as he filled you in on the details. And jesus christ there was a lot that you had missed.

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singguks · 3 years ago

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summer in the soop, #1 | bts

synopsis. two siblings, two groups, one house. boys versus girls, simple as that. they can either enjoy the unsupervised mansion in the middle of the woods or start a war. summer, here they come!

🌳 the chapters will be archived » here

pairing. jungkook, taehyung, jimin, namjoon x oc's

genre. summer au + fluff + slice of life + angst + smut

word count. 3040

warnings. swearing and lots of teen fights :)

a/n. to my friends, and my teenage years; i miss them both dearly.

chapters. previous - next

chapter one: summer is right around the corner.

♫ TRIMMMM TRIMMMM TRIMMMM ♫

— Oh, for fucks sake.

Kat mumbled while tapping her hand in the dark trying in vain to find the diabolical device that was disturbing her sleep. When she found it, by the bedside table, she simply sent it flying across the room, but that did little to nothing to shut it down. The deafening sound of it could still be heard across her room.

— Shit!

With a heavy sigh and much effort, the girl fumbled in her bed getting up to search for the alarm clock once more. Her room was completely dark. Thankfully she knew the space like the back of her hand, and it took her less than a minute to find the ringing thing.

She pressed its button to turn it off. Ten a.m. on a Sunday and she was already up, with a maddening headache and drastic humor. God, her head was hurting like a bitch — probably by the number of tequila shots she consumed last night… Or the other reason.

No. Stop thinking about that.

She started pacing back and forth around her room; all the emotions she managed to suppress last night with the help of alcohol were coming back to her like a tsunami. Convinced she wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore, she decided to head downstairs to at least eat something. Her stomach was starting to rumble as well, and she desperately needed distraction.

Her mom caught her figure as soon as she arrived at the base of the stairs.

— Hey, honey! Good morning! — the older woman said warmly while cutting some oranges on a cutting board.

— For you, I imagine. — Kat answered irritated making her brother laugh.

— Katherine! What’s up with that attitude? — her mom stopped cutting the fruits to look at her with scolding eyes.

She sighed while sitting next to her brother by the kitchen island, — Sorry, mom.

— What happened? You never wake up like that. — the matriarch observed.

— Nothing happened.

— Kat… You know you can talk to me, right? What happened?

— Nothing. Seriously I- — She was ready to resort to some lie when her brother interrupted.

— She got cheated, that’s what. — he snorted while eating his cereals.

In an anger outbreak, Kat hooked her arm around Taehyung’s neck making him slightly choke, while she growled lowly on his ear with a bunch of threats. The boy, despite being choked up, kept debating himself and laughing at the whole situation.

— Fuck yo-

— ENOUGH! — their mom snapped, gaining their attention. — The both of you! — She shifted expressions, adopting a serious facade and Taehyung had to suppress a laugh. — Taehyung, go to your room.

— But mom!

— NOW. — She said decisively and Kat was the one snorting this time, seeing her brother pick up the bowl of cereals he was previously eating and make his way to the stairs.

It was only when they both could hear his door shutting close upstairs that Mrs. Kim resumed their conversation.

— Tell me what happened.

— Mom… I really don’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t even something to worry about, really. — Kat looked at her with sincerity and she pondered for brief seconds.

She let out a sigh, feeling resigned, at least for now. — Alright. It’s your call. But if you need, you know you can talk to me.

— I know, mom. Thanks. — the girl offered a smile and grabbed the box of cereals Taehyung had left behind to munch on them until it was lunchtime. — I’m going up.

Kat decided to take a nice bubbly bath to relax and see if it could help even if a little with her massive hangover. She prepared the tub, filled it with a bath bomb, and some scented bubbles, and let the water run. As she waited for it and sat on the ledge, she heard soft knocks.

— Yeah?

— Are you dressed? Can I come in? — She saw Taehyung’s head peeping in the small space of the door that was now opened.

— Mmhm, I am.

The boy got in, gently leaning the door instead of closing it again, and looked at his sister. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times. His head doing a twist, not knowing how to approach, or even start, the conversation.

— What is it? — she asked chuckling.

— I’m sorry. — the boy sighed and leaned on the sink. — I shouldn't have joked about it, it was just inevitable at the time but now that I thought about it I-

— Tae. — she interrupted him. — It’s fine!

— It’s not fine. He’s an asshole and what he did to you was like- — The air came out through his nose, he closed his eyes for brief seconds to control himself.

— Taehyung. Hey. It’s really fine!

Despite their little sibling bickerings and a series of unfortunate jokes, they had a really close and good relationship with each other. They were only one year apart and had grown up to being there for whatever the other needed. Their dad was generally away since he was an airline pilot, and their mom, although quite more available, was always in a rush because of her own work; she was a news anchor. Growing up, they were all they had.

— Why are you so… Okay? With it? �� He asked visibly confused and closed the space between them to put both of his hands on her cheeks and crush them, as an excuse to inspect her closely.

— Because- — she tried to speak but her voice sounded muffled.

— What did you do? — He knew quite well his sister. She was acting weird for someone who had just been cheated on, even if she didn’t love the guy.

She freed herself from his hands and with a growing smirk, she confessed, — Well… I might or might not have stolen his clothes and he had to leave the party… Naked. And people took photos of it… I thought your little gremlin had told you already!

Taehyung looked at the girl before him for a few seconds with a blank face, trying to decide if she was messing with him or not. But she wasn’t. He could see she wasn’t. So he laughed loudly.

— You did not!

— Yes I did! — she confirmed and laughed with him.

The boy had tears in his eyes when they were interrupted by her phone ringing insistently on top of the toilet seat cover. He dried his eyes with his arm and picked up the device, scrunching his nose while checking the name on the screen.

— It’s Violet. — he said while giving the phone to Kat making her swing her head from side to side. — I’m going to my room.

— ‘Kay! — she laughed while seeing him leave the bathroom talking to himself. — Vi! Tell me stuff!

The girl had taken her bubbly bath in the company of her best friend Violet through call. And that was something that happened frequently. Once she and Violet began discussing something, they would only finish it hours later, and always on a completely different subject from what they had started. They had been close friends ever since elementary school and despite their differences, one could say they were joined at the hip.

Violet, as a good friend, had called her to know how she was feeling and of course, to put Kat’s mind at ease, filling her in on how her reputation hadn’t taken a peak like she was expecting it to. On the contrary. Yeah, she was the new victim of Chad DuPont, but differently from the rest, she had been the one to take revenge on him. It wasn’t about Kat being two-timed, but about Chad having to leave a party completely naked because she had stolen his clothes. “He had to sneak into his house like that, Kat! His sister told her best friend — that verified gossip girl — that his mom caught him and thought he had been muggled or something!” Violet had told her, laughing proudly. Her Sunday had gotten a lot better after Vi’s call.

Back into her bedroom, she opened her wardrobe to change into something comfortable. Her towel was discarded by the bed, and she had just worn a crop top when the accident happened.

— … So I heard you were two-timed last ni- — a voice came from behind her and alarmed she jumped, turning around quickly to face the owner of it.

Her heart was beating fast due to the fright. And he froze on the spot once he scanned her body, seeing she was only wearing underwear and a really small crop top.

It all happened fast, sure, but for the two of them was as if time had stretched and pulled in different directions. Kat’s eyes got huge with the realization that the boy in front of her had caught her in an awkward situation, so her body reacted alone, without thinking. Once she came to her senses, heart beating fast and chest panting up and down, she stared at a startled Jungkook. A fresh streak of red was painted on his left cheek.

Without realizing Kat had taken the first thing she could reach from her bedside table — that damn alarm clock — and flung the object at him in full force. To her surprise, he didn’t move, hence being hit with the device straight to his face.

— Oh- Shit. — She said, her eyes turning into two big marbles.

She observed in panic as his hand slowly came in contact with his cheek. And as he looked at his fingers now painted with his own blood he groaned, the pain finally hitting him and the guilt finally dawning on her.

— ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! — he finally snapped, left hand reaching once more his cheek to stop the blood.

— IT’S YOUR FUCKING FAULT! — Kat replied louder and exasperated while running toward him.

— Don’t touch me, you lunatic! — Jungkook barked when she got closer.

— I didn’t even touch you, you asshole!

— What’s happening here? — Jimin asked entering Kat’s bedroom and gaining their attention. As soon as he saw she was only wearing underwear he turned back. — Woah there! Why are you in your panties?!

— That’s a good question… — Jungkook added while Jimin still had his back to the both of them.

— I- — she tried to answer but somehow the situation got worse.

— Who’s in their panties? — Taehyung arrived completely unaware of what was happening. His brain took a while to process the renaissance painting before him. Jimin facing him with both his hands froze midair like he was caught stealing something, Jungkook by his side with blood dripping down his cheek and hand, and his sister in panties.

— Not to alarm you or anything but I’m bleeding in case you guys didn’t notice!

— OUT! — Taehyung said seriously, finger pointing towards the door.

— I didn’t see a thing!!! — Jimin defended himself.

— It’s a black pantie with lots of bugs bunny faces inside red hearts. — Jungkook spilled the tea gaining a cross look from Taehyung and regretting it right after.

— ASSHOLE! — Kat shouted to Jungkook while her brother shushed them out of the room, slamming the door on his way.

Kat had known both Jimin and Jungkook for a long time now. Jimin was basically their third brother since they’ve always been neighbors and both his mom and her mom were best friends. As for Jungkook, he appeared in their lives somewhat between intermediate school and junior high, when his family moved cities. At first, things between them were fine, but it didn’t take long for him and Kat to start bickering… When they got to high school, things only got worse. Probably because they took different positions in the school; she hung out with one of the — if not the most — popular circle of friends while Jungkook… Well, he was your typical bad boy loser, completely different from the usual popular jocks. Still, Jungkook had his fame.

Namjoon, Taehyung’s other friend, arrived soon after to join the quartet that somehow Kat’s popular group hated so much. They had a garage band that played from time to time at school events, and that ended up putting a bigger distance between the two. Which leads to the present day: they just can’t be in the same room for too long without a proper fight.

The girl hurriedly put on a track short and went down the stairs after Taehyung and the other two. She hated Jungkook’s gut but she couldn’t help but feel guilty. The cut she inflicted on his cheek looked ugly and she felt the need to check if everything was ok.

— Ouch! — Jungkook winced while Taehyung held his head for Jimin to disinfect the wound. — Jimin, I’m not sure- — He winced yet again, the alcohol stinging his fresh cut way too much.

— Shush. My mom is a nurse, I know one thing or two. — The older one answered while Taehyung kept Jungkook’s head steady with much more force than he intended to.

— Exactly. So remind me again why it’s your face I’m seeing and not your mom’s?!

— I got worried for nothing. — Kat passed by them, inspecting his cheek. — You aren’t even in need of stitches! — She mocked but Jungkook wasn’t able to answer her because the second he was going to, Jimin rubbed the gauze drenched in alcohol on his face making his jaw clench. — How are you feeling? — The girl asked without messing around this time.

— Like you care.

She huffed and went towards the fridge to fetch something to drink. — You’re right, I don’t. But I’m still polite. Who knows? Maybe I damaged your last brain cell. — She retorted while grabbing a can of coke. — Is it hurting too much?

— Mind your damn business, cupcake. — He said, gaining a forehead flick from Taehyung and making Namjoon, who had just arrived by the back kitchen door, fall in laughter.

The girl stuck her tongue out in a childlike behavior and was about to turn around to leave through the backyard but Namjoon was in her way. — Just my luck! — She huffed.

— I gotta say, my night was a thousand times better because of you! — He remarked while flipping his phone around to show her the pics he had of Chad butt naked. — Didn’t have the time to click these myself but apparently they are all over… — He laughed.

— Uhu. — She tried once more to pass by him. — By the way, what were you doing there last night? Trying to sneak in on VIP parties now?

— As if, KitKat! — He retorted, making Jungkook laugh out loud and Kat gave him the finger. That was a nickname given to her by Jungkook himself once they were twelve and she absolutely loathed it. — Becky invited me.

— Wow… The world is really upside down. — She laughed it out. — Becky is making out with losers now? Sheesh. Her breakup with Sebastian didn’t do her so well. — She made her way through the backyard not bothering to look back. — Enjoy your free tickets while they last, bro!

She went for her walk around the neighborhood listening in the distance to the feign laughter of Jimin and Taehyung who would probably make fun of Namjoon for the rest of the evening.

Emily: Sometimes when all you have is a hammer everything looks like a nail.

Spencer: Why are you talking to me like Ben Franklin?

Kat had come back to her house forty minutes later after she received a call from her friend Elizabeth. The girl often did that. She would call asking if Kat was free and in case she said yes, Elizabeth would announce she was already parking by her front door.

They were both in Kat’s bedroom watching Pretty Little Liars when a knock was heard on the door. All Kat did was shout for the person to come in without thinking much about it.

— I honestly get baffled at how much you and Spencer look-alike personality-wise. — Elizabeth said and Kat laughed. — Erm… Kat? — She pointed towards the door, making the other girl follow her finger, where Jimin was being pushed inside.

— Gee, Park Jimin, I told you to get inside, not ‘please feel free to knock down all my stuff on the way in’. — She laughed as she saw the boy struggle to fetch some of her stuff from the ground.

— Sorry! — He apologized embarrassed. — Come in here! — He turned around to whisper it to someone but instead the door just shut close.

— So…? What was that about? — Kat asked him confused while Lizzie just chuckled beside her entertained.

— Did- Um, did Jungkook leave his cellphone here? — The boy asked, rolling his eyes making Katherine fall back behind on her bed laughing.

— Are we being serious right now? — Elizabeth asked astonished and Jimin nodded visibly as done with the situation as her.

— Why doesn’t he come here HIMSELF to search? — Kat provoked.

— ‘Cause he’s a scaredy-cat, that’s why. — Jimin said while opening the door once again, and Katherine laughed way too hard.

— Woah! I heard that. — Jungkook said still outside the door not letting Jimin out. — And I don’t want to get inside. Just let Jimin search my phone for me.

— Of course… — Kat smiled at him. — NOT. If you want it, you come get it.

— Where do I sign my life insurance then, ‘cause you know. — He pointed towards his cheek. — Last time I stepped inside I got attacked by a CRAZY PERSON.

— Oh for the love of God! — Lizzie sighed heavily while getting up from her friend’s bed and taking her phone out of her purse that was right by her foot. As she called herself for Jungkook’s phone, Jimin smiled relieved hearing the device ring. Kat, who was kneeling on top of her bed, merely pointed towards it so Jungkook could go fetch it himself. Elizabeth hung up.

Jimin took his cue to leave once Jungkook had to crouch down right below where Kat was to grab it. — Bye. — He said with his cellphone in hand turning away to leave.

— Two weeks, JK. — She said making him turn.

— What?

— Two weeks for summer vacations. — Kat explained. — Two weeks for me to get rid of you.

— I can’t wait. — He said sarcastically, slamming the door on his way out.

🌳 to be continued...

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foxymoxynoona · 2 years ago

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Hello, Foxy!

How about a drabble with Pippa and Jungkook where they’ve been so busy with the kids they barely have time for each other, so they have to sneak in some sexy time? I bet it would be hilarious 😂

Story: Sugar Fairy Characters: Bunny hybrid Jungkook & Ruby leopard hybrid Pippa Words: 2017 CW: quick sex, creampie, fingering, language, references to postpartum and nursing, threat of interruption, tired parents

“I swear to god she was in the vent,” Jungkook said as he stumbled into the kitchen, a yawn lacing his voice. “I turned my back for a second and the bed was empty and–”

Pippa glanced over her shoulder, eyes wide as she admitted, “Dae said he saw eyes in the vent! That’s why he was screaming!”

“No! Fuck. Fuck! I swear when I looked in the room again, there she was back in her bed, and I was standing in the doorway, there’s no way she snuck past me.”

“Did you check the vent–”

“Yes and the screws were tight–”

“Well then,” Pippa said, opinion flipping. She resumed washing the dishes in the sink. “There’s no way our two year old screwed it back into place behind herself without you hearing it.”

“No… probably not…” Jungkook didn’t look wholly convinced. “Were you able to calm Dae down all right?”

“Yes, but I had to shine a light in the vent and show him it’s fine.” That wasn’t what he meant and she knew that. Pippa had expected her body to stop reacting so strongly anytime one of her children screamed or cried, but that hadn’t happened yet. The doctor had suggested once she stopped nursing, her hormones and physiological maternal response would calm down, but she’d stopped nursing Nayoung six months ago and still her body went into full alert at each cry. Adrenaline pumping, heart racing, tears welling up behind her own eyes.

Well, that wasn’t so long ago, maybe her body was still in the throes of hormonally rebalancing. Or maybe she was just always going to be jumpy about her kids’ distress. That wasn’t so bad a thing, except that it really did deplete her. By the time she calmed a child from a tantrum, she felt like she’d been through a gauntlet herself. Jungkook managed the tantrums much better, as long as the origination of the tantrum wasn’t something that already had him frustrated –like a child dragging their feet to put on their school uniform, or refusing the dinner they had specifically asked for, or not wanting to clean their room despite whines about missing toys. Then Pippa was the one with more patience and–

Jungkook lifted the hair from her neck and pressed a kiss there, other hand sliding around her waist.

Her response was to yawn and laugh at herself and ask, “Did you check the kids’ backpacks are ready for the morning?”

“Not yet.”

“Ok, I’ll do it after I finish the–”

“No, Pip, I’ll do it.” He drew a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“I know,” she agreed without him even saying anything more. They were busy, so so so busy. Working, children, house upkeep, family, it was so much going on all the time. The boys had started taekwondo and soccer and Zoë had volleyball and guitar lessons and Nayoung had a baby swim class and a baby tumbling class. Next year she would start nursery school and maybe things would feel simpler then, because Jungkook and Pippa wouldn’t have to set their schedules so separately. They could actually work at the same time then. They could actually be free at the same time then. They could spend more time together, maybe even alone time together.

His lips nipped at the base of her neck again, arms circling tighter. It made it harder to wash but she didn’t shake him off, just mused,

“You could dry.”

“We have a drying mat.”

“I know but…” She didn’t have a good argument. There wasn’t a point to it. It was just hard to turn off the constant motion once the kids were asleep at night –which wasn’t a guarantee anyway, someone was bound to wake up in a couple of hours and crawl into bed with Jungkook and Pippa. They woke up with at least Nayoung between them most mornings. No crib had ever been able to contain that girl so they’d gone ahead and graduated her to a small bed anyway.

Right now there was nothing but clothing between them as Jungkook’s hands began to pinch at her hips.

“Pippa….”

“If you threaten to put a baby in me right now I’m going to scream.”

His chuckle was warm against her neck as he reminded, “You’re on the strongest birth control known to hybrids.” Her hands kept moving, determined to clear the last dishes out of the sink quickly. She nodded. He kissed up to her ear and her whole body shuddered.

“Someone could need something any minute.”

“Ya, they can wait.”

“We won’t enjoy it if there’s a child screaming in the background.”

“Ya, so we better hurry.”

“If I turn around I’m going to see the piles of laundry on the kitchen table–”

“Want me to fuck you on them?”

“If you even think of dirtying all that laundry, I’ll–”

“Then don’t turn around,” he suggested, pressing into her more fully. His hand pawed at her stomach, sliding up beneath her shirt to slip under her bra. His other hand crept down the front of her pants.

“Oh…”

He chuckled again, the noise warm and close to her cheek. Her hands stilled as his fingers slid down into her panties, right down to dance around her bud, no time wasted. His name was a sigh from her tongue as she deliberated angling her hips forward so he could slide his fingers more and then back so he could grind that hardon in a better place than the cleft of her ass through sweatpants. Forward and back, rocking herself on his palm as his fingers nudged further into her. She felt surrounded by him. She stared at the reflection in the window, pitch black outside, Jungkook’s dark hair falling across his eyes, his ears tickling hers as they draped across her head and face, tangled through her hair.

“We’d better hurry,” she murmured. “Someone might call any minute…”

“Turn the water off,” he pointed out. The last bowl was still in the sink, the water running over her hands, because her brain was far more interested in what his fingers were doing at her nipple and her clit than in scrubbing peanut butter or gochujang from any more surfaces.

It was a lie that she was worried about someone interrupting. Yes, of course it often happened, they knew from experience that time was precious and the more they wanted their time together, the more desperate they were, the more likely it was to be disturbed. And oh was she desperate right now. She thought he must be too. No heats, no ruts, just a pair of mates who didn’t get to crash together nearly as often as they wanted lately.

She wasn’t worried about interruption, she was desperate to have him inside. Sometimes the energy just wasn’t there, but right now it was, and the longer he left her waiting–

“Hurry, Koo.”

“I got you, I got you,” he mumbled under his breath, nose at the back of her nose, hands pulling her sweatpants down now that she was slick with want. Not all the way though, just enough he could push into her. With her legs still trapped together, he sank deep.

“How fast do you want it, Pip?” he panted at her neck, his movements painfully restrained.

“Don’t break my hips. The counter hurts.”

Immediately he wrapped his arms around her, cushioning the edge of the counter with his arms. It pushed her over the sink more and lifted her ass more and basically kept her perfectly positioned.

“That’s…” she trailed off, words lost at his steady stroke into her.

“Good? Bad?”

“So good,” she assured him. “Why don’t we do this every day? It feels so good I don’t even care about the dirty bowl…”

He chuckled and teased, “You’re still talking? It’s not good enough. I can fuck harder.”

“I know you can but make me sweat it. We never get to take our time.”

“Ya…” He held off, pressed to her and into her but slow and steady so she felt every inch of him sliding in and out.

She wanted it slow like that, slow and full and stubbornly steady. She wanted it to last forever. She wanted to challenge him not to cum until she said so, which she wouldn’t do until he was begging for release. She wanted back all the passion and insanity and filthy need that had marked the early weeks, months, arguably even years of their relationship. Not that the passion was gone but the time and energy were in short supply.

But they both heard it at the same time. Her chest still tingled at the slightest chirp, but she could tell he heard it too, the way his ears lifted from where they’d been draped across her head, practically blindfolding her.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

“Don’t stop yet–”

“No, I’m not stopping,” he assured her. “Just listen to me right now,” he insisted. “Rub your clit. Feel me–”

“You don’t have to coach me, just fuck me!” she laughed. Her laughter turned to a yelp as he picked up the pace, steady again but faster, half time to the circle of her finger around her clit. The thud of his hips hitting her ass practically echoed in the kitchen. She managed to catch one of his ears in her mouth and sucked the tip, which made his hips stutter. She liked to throw his rhythm off like that. It made him seem needy and desperate and she liked it.

She liked it so much she came pretty quickly, just as he finished the slow, deep strokes of his own orgasm. The blood rushed in her ears, though not quite enough to drown out that one of their children was working themself into a cry. But slowly enough, thank fuck, that they could stand there for a moment, still connected and gasping for breath.

“I better get her,” Pippa said, swallowing, forehead resting against the cool counter.

“No, you finish the bowl, I’ll rinse off and get her.”

“I don’t want her to get worked up–”

“She can wait a minute, I’ll get her.”

He slipped from her, took a step away, then thought better of it and spun back to grab her arms and pull her into a kiss.

“Sorry it was rushed. Next time I want to take my time with you.”

“Maybe your mom can stay with the kids when I have my next heat…”

His eyes lit up. They hadn’t done that since before Nayoung was born. Now that she was six months done with nursing though, Pippa’s heat could come any time, and probably strong.

“You’ll probably be pretty needy,” he mused, no doubt recalling what her first heat had been like once she’d weaned the twins. She started to respond but he suddenly held his hand up. She listened and heard what he did: silence. “Ah, damn, I didn’t have to rush after all.”

“Well now you can take that laundry up on your way.”

“I don’t know, my arms and legs are noodles right now… I’m out of practice…”

“Go,” she giggled. His hand ran down her tail, affectionately pinching the end, and off he went to haul the laundry up, humming.

Pippa finished the bowl and decided, maybe it was ok to just go to bed now. There would always be more dishes, more laundry, more lunches to make and backpacks to back and whatever else, but time was precious and she and Jungkook needed to enjoy each other and sleep every chance they got.

Also she was really leaking a lot of cum.

“Just how full did you leave me?” she whined as she entered the bedroom. “This seems like a lot…” She trailed off, discovering he had set the laundry down and face-planted on the bed. As she smiled, he began to snore.

A lot then.

She just shoved the laundry back into the basket and went to rush her bedtime routine so she could curl up next to Jungkook and sleep.

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bonky-n-steeb · 4 years ago

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𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

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Midnight meeting pt. 7

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Pairing: WandaxFemale!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of sex. Top!Reader. Avenger!Reader. Just a love triangle that can have a surprising resolution. Magical!Reader. Swear words. Mentions of violence. Mentios of sex, light smut.

More warning will be added as the story progess.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.

Woah, this is the longest chapter yet, and it's a closure for some of the characters, though i have to say is not really a good-bye.

I'm really happy by the way you guys have recevied the story, as I said this is my first time writing Reader any character and I just...I want it to be perfect, so...I'm glad you guys are enjoying it so far.

Words: 9,945

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Epilogue

Part 7 - The mission and the break-up

“You stole my car again.” Tony commented dryly as you sat down on the chair in his office.

“I did.”

You jiggled the keys in your hand smirking at the man, Pepper sat beside you smiling at the interaction knowing Tony had left the keys on purpose. Tony sat down leaning back, his eyes completely focused on you with a strange light that was making you squirm on the chair.

“I guess your visit has nothing to do with your work here, am I right?” Tony finally asked shooting a quick stare at Pepper then at you.

You squirmed on the chair pursing your lips from side to side, “I have a problem.”

“You have two problems.” Tony clarified while lifting two fingers, his smirk was almost infuriating and you would tell him so if it wasn’t because the man was right. “But let’s start with the first one.”

You straightened up fixing the chair so you were looking at Pepper and Tony at the same time, the older woman was just as interested as Tony in hearing what you were going to say. The affair you had with Natasha was not a mystery to anyone, you were not that subtle and Natasha had change. But in the last couple of months, it had become evident that Wanda Maximoff had come in between whatever was happening, and you were quite taken by the young woman.

You shifted on the chair trying to put some order to your thoughts; you knew there was tension between Natasha and Wanda. It was quite evident that instead of improving things were getting worse and the tension amongst them had a common ground and that was you. You were not an idiot; you knew this and you suspected the reason though you were still happy by being an inhabitant of denial land. You were not ready to admit to anything. Not until you were sure.

“Look I love Natasha.” Pepper gasped and Tony almost fell of his chair, you snorted rolling your eyes. “Not like that. I...I love her, I’m not in love with her.”

Tony made a noise at the back of his throat, scowling at you while pointing an accusing finger your way.

“You should never say something like that without a warning first.”

“Sorry the English language is so limited I can’t say ‘I love you’ without you guys thinking is my soulmate or something.” You rolled your eyes leaning back on the chair.

“Very well, you love Natasha...like a friend.” Pepper decided to interrupt, you nodded and Tony snorted.

“Does she know?” You and Pepper glared at him before you resumed your conversation.

“I know that something is going on between her and Wanda, and…gods, I know it has to do with me.” This time around you felt the blush growing in your face, you looked away squirming uncomfortably. “I have never had this kind of situations before. I---literally, I was lucky to get a girlfriend in my world, and we weren’t even official.”

Pepper softened at your comment, for the very first time seeing the young woman you really were. She could see who was hiding behind the easy smile and the extrovert personality you used to show around; this was part of what you hid from everyone else. Unsure of what was really happening, not used to people taken noticed of you…not wanting to hurt anyone because it was quite evident you loved easily.

“I would propose a threesome.” Tony winced when once again you and Pepper glared at him, the whisp of air pushing him back. “But you guys don’t like my idea so…”

“Y/N the important thing here is: what do you want?”

“Who do you want?” Tony intervened nodding. “I would be terrified of Romanoff since she could easily kill me in my sleep, but she seems to be a softy around you. Now, Maximoff is completely smitten and she seems to need someone to share her time with.”

Silence filled the office after Tony stopped talking, you started playing with your tongue inside your mouth. The only ring you had rolling around your fingers, you lifted your eyes and found those of Tony looking at you with kindness and understanding.

“I don’t want to lose Natasha, you know? I really…she was the first person I met in this world, and she really was the first one I trusted with everything.” You said with your smile reflecting your feelings for her. “I don’t want to mess up this with Natasha because…”

“You love her.” Pepper finished for you in understanding.

“Exactly. Don’t get me wrong, given the time I could totally imagine myself falling in love with her, but she has always put this barrier between us…” You made a gesture to show the invisible barrier. “I mean she knows everything about me, and I hardly know her.”

“And Wanda?”

“She is amazing, you know?” You perked up leaning in. “And she is kind, open and funny when she wants to. But also, I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to lose her as a friend if…”

Tony, General Ross and Senator Stern are waiting for you.

Tony winced wrapping up his hands and leaning in, you offer a half smile knowing Tony would need to go.

“Look before I go to this meeting I really don’t want to go to,” he started locking his eyes with you, “I think Pepper is right on this one.”

“Only on this one?” Pepper chuckled when Tony ignored her waving his hand away.

“You should think about you, and what you want. What you need. Undoubtedly, someone is going to get hurt.” Tony shrugged. “It is bound to happen because you know they like you, a lot.”

This was the very first time someone faced you with the harsh reality of what had been happening back at the compound.

“You need to choose who is going to get hurt, fix it and then move on.” Tony stood up grabbing his things. “I know you will make the right choice, but don’t forget that you also deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you, Tony.” You stood up offering a sincere smile to the man, “I know having you as my first choice for this conversation was the best option.”

Tony beamed putting his glasses on, “a pleasure, Agent Y/N, now bring my car back to the compound in a single piece.”

You chuckled watching as Tony left, when you fixed you stare on Pepper the older woman was observing you critically.

“What is it?”

“Was he really your first option?” Pepper asked amused.

“Nah, but Cap was kinda busy and Sam didn’t want to get involve. I don’t know where Bruce is, and Thor and Clint are MIA.” You shrugged while Pepper chuckled at your honesty. “I knew Tony would propose the threesome, but I knew he would also listen to me.”

Pepper rolled her eyes; she too knew Tony would propose something as stupid as a threesome when it was evident you were asking for an emotional advice. The woman softened again understanding what you weren’t saying that you were looking for someone to listen to you and Natasha was obviously not an option.

“You know he is right,” Pepper commented standing up, “someone is going to get hurt, but you also have a right to think about yourself and what would make you happy.”

You swallowed down your fears, nodding to Pepper. “I know.”

“I will see you around, Y/N, don’t be a stranger now that you are an active agent.” You hugged pepper kissing her cheek before walking towards the door.

“I won’t Pepper, see you around.” You waved good-bye and go back home, ready to face the conversations you were dreading to have.

Whatever you had planned for the day it never happened.

As soon as you crossed the gates of the compound Clint, Natasha, Fury, and Coulson were waiting for you. They were wearing serious expressions, and the moment you enter the living room you had a feeling they stopped talking. All eyes were on you, you put the keys away furrowing your brows.

“Hello?” You spoke hesitantly, “good to have you here?”

Natasha pressed her lips together hiding her smile, Fury shot you an unimpressed stare.

“Where were you?” It was Coulson the first one who broke the silence, you looked surprised at the question pointing with your thumb the door behind you.

“Out. I was at Tony’s office, why? Did I miss something?” You blinked confusedly; Barton tried to cover his laughter when Fury growled annoyed.

“Your phone, for starters.” Natasha lifted the mobile you were given on the day of the debrief. You winced scratching the back of your head.

“Right, the phone.” You locked your eyes with those of Natasha, but the young woman didn’t even flinch.

“You have a mission.” Fury finally cut in, “the file was sent to your phone, and you were supposed to leave an hour ago, now you are late.”

“What? How come?” You went to Natasha grabbing your phone while opening the file, your hand trembled as you read into the mission.

Natasha couldn’t take her eyes off of you, her hand placing itself on your lower back as your jaw clenched reading into the details. Fury crossed his arms, while Coulson and Clint interchanged stares.

“You gotta be kidding me.” You finally mumbled standing up. “You’re sending me there?”

“Yes, there is some vital information we required, and you are the only one that knows the country.”

“It’s not my country.” You replied through gritted teeth.

Fury didn’t ease his stance, his sole eye pinning you to the spot, “you know enough. You will leave in 30 minutes, Barton and Romanoff are going with you.”

You opened your mouth ready to say something else but the hand wrapping around yours stopped you. Your eyes flickered towards Natasha who shook her head, the tension broke the same way it had built itself.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You squeezed Natasha’s hand tenderly before letting go. “I’ll go for my stuff.”

Fury watched as you left, they waited for a moment before the man turned to Natasha.

“Are you sure this is wise?” He asked, Natasha nodded.

“I am, we do need the information, and she does know her way around there.” Natasha turned to the hall you had disappeared into. “Besides, I think she needs to go there, sooner or later she will do it. Better to do so with us watching her closely.”

Fury shot the woman a sceptical stare, but Natasha ignored him.

“That’s why you propose the girlfriend’s cover?” Clint asked with a knowing grin that was soon wiped away by a pillow hitting him on his face.

“Shut it, Barton.”

Wanda was surprised to see you standing right in front of her door, a backpack on your back and an apologetic smile on your lips.

“Hey, Y/N.” She smiled brightly at you, and you couldn’t help but returned the smile. “Laundry day?”

“What?” You glanced back to see your backpack. “Oh, no just…I got my first mission and, I can’t give any details but just…I came to tell you I’ll be out of the country for a while?”

The comment came as a question, you were frowning in confusion and uncertainty. When you first thought about this, it seemed like a good idea, but now that you were thinking it through and that you had spoken, well…you looked stupid.

Wanda’s smile dropped, her eyes flickering around before settling on you.

“Oh, I…that’s cool!” She tried to sound excited but her voice came wrong, and you realized she was just like you. Completely lost as to what to do, or how to do it.

“I…yeah, but….well…” You snorted shaking your head. “I just wanted to let you know, Natasha and I are not going to be around here for a little while, but I expected you to keep on your training.”

Wanda sighed looking away rather annoyed the moment she realized this mission was in the company of the Black Widow.

“Sure, I’ll keep doing all the exercises on my own. I’ll keep my training.” Wanda shifted from one foot to the other, you pressed your lips together locking your eyes with hers.

“I will miss you, Wanda. I’ll try to be back really soon.” You finally said leaning in until your lips touched her cheek. “Take care.”

Wanda watched your retreating form, a nice blush covering her cheeks as she bit her lower lip unable to say she would miss you too.

The jet was silent overflying the mountain chain leading to your final destination.

The ride had been silent so far, Natasha had been reading some reports while you were giving the task of creating an electronic signature of your supposedly vacations with Barton giving his insight from time to time.

While you tried to focus your attention on the mission, your mind decided to bring visions of Wanda every once in a while. Her smile, or her voice, her laughter, and that cute crunching of her nose; you would sigh whenever she sneaked inside your mind only to go back to your work without noticing the glances Natasha shoot your way or the way Clint observed you and Natasha from afar.

Whenever you weren't thinking about Wanda, you were thinking about Natasha and how strange she had behaved ever since the both of you left the States. She wasn't cold, but she wasn't welcoming either. There was something bothering her but so far it had been impossible for you to find out what it was.

We are close to our destination. Get ready for landing.

You straightened up looking out the window, your heart leaped at the familiar sight of the buildings you had seen several times in your own time. Your own universe. A buzz of excitement went through your body, you were home. Almost. In a way this was a place you knew fairly well, and it was one of the reasons as to why you were sent here.

"Everything is… the same." You mumbled putting your laptop and weapon in the bag.

"Is it?" Natasha came closer to you, her eyes glancing out of the window with a critical eye. "Are you excited?"

"I am." You replied almost immediately, "but I'm also… nostalgic? Perhaps, a little sad? I haven't been here in so long, and this isn't even my real home. It's just a place that looks like it."

"This is not your world, Y/N." Natasha struggled to get the right words while making sure she had your attention. "But it doesn't mean it cannot be your home."

Clint opened his eyes in surprised, but you just furrowed your brows at the comment. Natasha made her way to the cabin leaving you with Clint and Fitz, the two men were supposed to be the back up getting ready to land.

“You ready?” Clint asked placing a hand on your shoulder, you turned to him smiling nervously.

“I am. I just…” You trailed off making a gesture with your hand, Fitz was confused though Clint seemed to understand what you meant.

“You’ll do fine, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, Clint.” You mumbled watching as Natasha came to you, her eyes bright as they locked with yours.

"Hey, are you ready?" Natasha was back, her features hardened by the oncoming mission.

"As ready as I can be, Nat." You stood up smiling shakily at you, it took her a moment but soon you found yourself breathless after the woman gave you a hard kiss before pulling away.

"Let's go, then."

Clint, Fitz and you were left frozen in place as the other woman jumped right to the spot they were supposed to land in.

“Damn, Y/N you are one lucky bastard, you know that, right?” Fitz commented advancing and going right after Natasha.

Clint changed his whole demeanour; he locked his eyes with you and you knew the man was not happy with the show of affection Natasha had just done. This was far beyond the mission, and you and Clint knew that.

“Don’t hurt her.” You winced watching as Clint left.

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” You mumbled following them ready to face your first mission.

It felt strange to go back to your native language.

The words rolled out easily enough, without any effort you maintained the tone and the pace while flirting with the receptionist. The young woman was quite enchanted by your story about being there with your girlfriend to get to know the land you were born in.

“I surely hope you’re not flirting with the receptionist, Y/L/N.”

You ignored Barton while thanking the woman for her attention and her indications to get to your room, with a wink and a smile you turned to Natasha that was waiting for you torn between amusement and exasperation.

Natasha knew the moment you got there, you were going to be distracted by everything and everyone. She had enjoyed the ride from the southern part of the city to the location of your hotel in the northern part of the city; Natasha found herself quite enthralled by your talk about the weather and how changing it was going from a raining afternoon to a sunny one in less than a couple of minutes. Natasha couldn't help her amusement at your behaviour. It was like having a puppy on a walk to the park, you got distracted by the simplest of things mumbling to yourself whenever you saw a familiar sight or something was different.

The moment you got to your room, you gasped turning to Natasha dragging her inside the room throwing your backpacks on the bed.

"Oh, my god!! And there is only one bed!! And we're pretending to be a couple!!" You all but squealed excitedly before breaking into a fit of giggles letting yourself fall on the bed.

“What are you talking about?”

“I got the reference.”

Natasha snorted throwing her bag aside shaking her head at your antics. You lifted the upper side if your body tilting your head at her.

"You didn't get the reference, did you?"

"Not really."

You groaned lying on the bed again, "I need internet friends."

"You really don't." Natasha went to lay beside you, "you're weird as it is, I can’t imagine you with more people encouraging you."

You chuckled glancing at the ceiling, the sudden change didn't go unnoticed by Natasha who turned her head to look at you.

“I didn’t remember some of the streets, or some of the buildings.” You sat up glancing around the room before setting your stare on Natasha. “Shall we change and go downtown? Clint, are you coming with us or are you staying here with Fitz?”

“We’re staying, but you can keep this channel open to know you guys are fine.”

Natasha watched you get up and moving to the bathroom, the woman knew you were more affected by this mission that you let on. You might act excited and ready to work, but she knew you. And she had seen the broken stare in your eyes, you were deep in memories of what you didn’t have.

“Tasha?” You frowned glancing at the redhead, “are you alright?”

“Yes, why?”

“I was asking for my bag, but never mind.” You eyed the woman carefully before grabbing some shirts, “I’ll change and then we can go.”

“Take your time, is still early.”

You snorted shaking your head, “It’s 3pm, in an hour more or less is going to get dark. We need to hurry if we want to this today.”

The door of the bathroom closed behind you; Natasha huffed standing up getting ready for the first part of the mission.

Natasha thought this mission was the perfect moment for you and her to have a nice conversation about…your relationship.

The mission included surveillance and some espionage, nothing that might require engaging in dangerous situations. It was the perfect moment for her to be honest with you, and for you to look for the closing you hadn’t have as of yet.

That was the only reason why she requested to be a part of the mission.

Of course, a part of her was regretting it as soon as you started making use of those social skills of yours, that charm that seemed to be part of you, and that smile and flirty nature that Natasha knew you were not even aware of.

Natasha was already glaring daggers at the receptionist that found whatever excuse she could to touch your arm, or leaned closer while pretending to show you a map of a city you already knew by heart. More laughter, you offered a dazzling smile and whatever it was you said had the other woman blushing.

“Come on guys, Y/N you need to stop that…”

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I can do that.”

“Which part, the flirting, or the distracting?”

“Barton, Fitz, shut up.” Natasha whispered as she got closer to Y/N and the receptionist.

The young woman was moving closer, and her lips were moving in the form of an invitation. You were quite excited apparently, and the woman’s eyes gleam in triumph. This was Natasha's cue to intervene, because you were oblivious to the effect you had on the people surrounding you and Natasha simply couldn't pretend much longer she didn't care.

"Hey, baby."

You almost jumped out of your skin when soft arms wrapped around your waist, Natasha put her chin on your shoulder pretending to see the same map the now flustered receptionist was showing you.

"Hey, love." You congratulated yourself for not letting your voice falter at the closeness of the red-head or the way her fingertips were playing with your skin under the shirt.

"Are you ready yet or are we waiting for something else?" Natasha was just acting her part, but the young woman made sure the receptionist knew her limits.

You turned to the side, stealing a kiss before nodding.

"Yep, Carolina here was telling me about some good places," you replied rather excitedly. "Can you believe they still have the biggest gay bar in all the region? We have to go!"

"How nice of Carolina to tell you this." Natasha said dryly shooting a quick glare at the other woman. "Did she recommend where we can eat? Or she only mentioned gay bars and night entertainment in general?"

Natasha could see the hinges inside your head working around her words, your eyes growing wide in understandings and soon you were grinning like an idiot.

"Carolina here did recommend some good places for a night's entertainment, love." It took you sometime but in the end your turned the same dazzling smile to Carolina then back at Natasha who was acting her part of doting girlfriend while trying to hide her amusement.

"I think there may be a form of entertainment we can share together with Carolina; don't you think Love?" You were enjoying this interaction greatly; this was a side of yourself you had never explored.

The receptionist couldn't help the gasp that left her mouth or the blush adorning her features but before anything else could be said you were being dragged away and other guests were requiring her attention.

“Jesus, guys I hope you’re not offering a threesome or I may gag at that.”

“You really would gag at that, Barton?”

“They are like…my sisters of something, so yes. I will gag.”

The sun of mid-afternoon hit you straight in the face, your laughter filled the busy street with Natasha rolling her eyes at you and Barton’s words.

"Did you see her face?" You chuckled some more putting your hands on your pockets, "damn, what a dirty mind."

"Your innuendo was more than clear, Y/N." Natasha hit you on the arm to keep you still, you turned to her and soon your laughter died replaced by a more relaxed stare.

"Were you jealous, Ms. Longbottom?" Natasha snorted pocking your forehead with a single finger before moving past you.

"You wish, Ms. Hoz."

You really wished Natasha was more honest with herself and in turn more honest with you. The both of you strolled down the streets of the city, you were watching around with eager eyes, the way a tourist did in their first trip.

It was perfect.

It took you two more than one hour to reach the destination. Downtown was not only the historic centred of the city, but it was also the political and economic beacon of the whole country. In here it was easier to see foreigners either as tourist or businesspeople running around a city that was just starting to be a part of the world.

"Look!!" You grabbed Natasha's hand in yours dragging her towards a small building standing right in the middle if two modern ones.

"This is a church!"

Natasha furrowed her brows glancing at the old building, the doors as well as the windows were made of worn-out oak. The upfront was rather rusty breaking the charm of modernity around it. Before Natasha could do or say something she was being dragged inside.

"I didn't know you were religious…" She started tensing when the warm of the day was replaced by the coldness of the building.

"Of course, I am, I love it when you beg for me, love." You and Natasha laughed hearing the moan of exasperation from Clint. You winked at the woman behind you, ignoring the scandalized stares by some churchgoers. Natasha snorted letting go of your hand before leaning in.

"You're an idiot." She all but whispered moving past you.

"Oh, but I am your idiot… if you want to."

The last part was whispered and you could see as Natasha stiffened almost falling on her steps. Then she continued walking around without even looking back at you; you couldn’t hear them, but you were sure that Clint and Fitz were trying to pretend they just didn’t hear the conversation.

You let out a sigh shaking your head while going a different hall. Without a doubt you like Natasha, and you really loved spending time with her but more than that, you love her. You weren't in love with her, you hadn't had the chance to get there, but that was mainly because the woman kept on pushing you away whenever you get too personal.

She knew about you. She knew your secrets. She even knew your real name, not the one you gave yourself the moment you arrived in this world. She was the first real friend you made, and that would always count for something. You lifted your eyes to the figure of a Jesus being helped down of the cross.

Your hands in your pockets as, without any warning, you remembered Wanda. And you had to wonder what she was doing, and how she was doing. If perhaps she kept watching her sitcoms or was trying to get asleep while in the middle of a storm.

But you also wondered if perhaps she was thinking about you the way you thought of her.

"What are you praying for?" An old lady came closer, she was wearing a tired smile but her eyes were kind and open.

You smiled back glancing at the figure of Jesus, "love I guess."

The old woman chuckled shaking her head while putting a coin inside the candle box. A single candle ignited as the metal sound of the coin falling broke the silence.

"Then you will get it, love that's it." the woman placed a hand on yours. "have a good day."

"You too ma'am."

Natasha was glancing at the interaction from afar, pressing her lips together she buried her emotions to get down to business.

You lifted your eyes to see Natasha disappearing behind some columns, and you knew that was the signal that she had found the entrance. With a gesture born out of tradition more than anything else you pulled a coin from your pocket and put it in the box

For a happy ending.

The place was dark and wet.

There was a putrid smell of stagnant water, mixed with rotten wood and flesh. You were sure to clean up the path before you, looking back to make sure Natasha was following your steps.

"So can I ask for a raised after this?"

"Does it look as if I get a raised after doing something like this?" Natasha asked arching a brow.

You pressed your lips together nodding sharply. Of course not. The ball of fire on your hand grew a little as you tried to locate the entrance to the building’s basement.

"Why am I doing this again?" Natasha shook her head amused by your complains.

"You said you wanted to be an agent like me"

"Oh." the ball of fire danced dangerously in your hand, you turned to Natasha with a serious expression. "That was stupid, I would never be like you in a million years, even if I tried."

"You're not that bad."

"I didn't say I was bad, just not as good as you." You replied shaking your head. “I know I’m good.”

Natasha snorted spotting your smirk at the comment.

"Gods, I really don't get a break from you guys." Natasha commented. "If it's not you I get the bratty attitude from Barton or Stark."

"Watch it, Romanoff, I'm not bratty."

“I’m not bratty either, I resent that comment.” You knew Barton was pouting petulantly at the moment, Natasha huffed but decided to not push the matter any further.

The terrain changed abruptly, the murky water soon gave way to dry ground and then they were standing right in front of walls of concrete instead of stone and earth. You made the ball of fire in your hand grow, the yellowish light illuminating the dark tunnel. Natasha brushed her shoulder against yours, on her hand she had a device making readings on their position.

"I think this is the place."

"It is, you think this is enough?" Natasha waited for you to speak, you stepped forward your free hand testing the stone under your fingertips.

"I can do it," You pursed your lips clenching your left hand to make the fire disappear. "Can you give me light?"

The flashlight from Natasha's phone pointed directly to spot you were feeling up. The spy pulled out the small device to check if the location was corrected, the red light on a spot in the map indicated they were.

"How long have you known?" You finally asked stepping closer to the wall. "About the Hydra operatives?"

In another circumstances, you wouldn't make such a question. The earpieces were not private, but you knew Clint and Fitz would never say anything or intervene in the conversation. Besides, you were already far too deep into the building for the communication gadgets to work properly.

Natasha stepped closer, her eyes on the device on her hand.

"A couple of months."

You nodded, "how about the infiltration in Shield, the government and the other organizations?"

Natasha snorted lifting her eyes to see your cheeky smile, your fingertips touching the perfect spot.

"Coulson told you not to read the files." Natasha sounded amused, and you knew she wouldn't tell on you. You knew she probably knew about the last task Coulson had for you, she was aware of all the jobs you were given by SHIELD and Fury.

"He probably suspected something," you shrugged returning your attention back to the wall. "anyway, it was hard not to snoop some. I think I found it."

Natasha stood behind you glancing around then making the image in the device bigger and brighter for you to see

"This is the only part of the building that doesn't have any cameras or sensors." She was back to business and you couldn't help the excitement running down your body.

Everything needed to be perfect.

"The room we are looking for is right to the left." Natasha nodded at you, "do you have it ready?"

"Yep, it's in my pocket."

"Then, this shouldn't be difficult, go in and then out."

You nodded smirking a little, "whatever you said, Agent Romanoff."

Natasha stepped back her eyes on you, you took a deep breath your hands back on the wall. The tingling in your body intensified as you tried to gather enough energy to get the wall out of the way. The red head was mesmerized watching as you pushed and a piece of wall with the perfect cuts and height slid out opening the entrance to the building and leaving the basement at yours and Natasha’s disposal.

With one last glance at Natasha, you smirked.

"Here comes nothing."

By the time Natasha left the bathroom you had dinner ready around the table. She stopped dead in her tracks, the smell of food reaching her nostrils and she could tell you had chosen some of her favourites.

It was for things like this she felt drawn to you the first time. She had gotten from a mission late at night, no one was around and she was bleeding into the kitchen trying to get a drink or a bottle of vodka to pass out in her room. She wasn't alone, though. You were there and as soon as you saw her you spurred into action without overcrowding her or asking for an explanation. Just taking care of her with light conversation and a first aid kit they had in the kitchen.

"You okay?" You took your eyes from the TV to look at Natasha, the other woman shook her head sitting by the table.

"Just tired."

You narrowed your eyes at Natasha but decided to not comment on it. You pointed excitedly the food on the table

"I ask for your favourites and some of mine. Spicy and salty." Your wink made Natasha snort pointing to the TV.

Natasha shook her head and soon you were absorbed by whatever was on the TV. The both of you finished dinner discussing the reality show you just watched with excitement.

"I didn't know you like that kind of shows."

"I don't but that one… well, it was a hit in my world."

Natasha took a good look at you and she knew you were homesick. You had been nostalgic ever since the landing, the spy couldn't blame you and if anything, she wanted to encourage you to see this world, to see your former home.

Perhaps it would help you out and made you think of staying permanently.

"Have you found many differences between this country and the one in your world?"

You shifted on the chair putting your legs up, the sound of a commercial resounding in the room.

"Not many, then again we have been here for a day." You sighed thinking about downtown, the streets even the place you had chosen as your hotel.

"I mean there are buildings that don't exist back home, then there are others that are the same." You smiled sadly, your heart crunching up at the thought of your family.

"The church we were in today, that spot was reserved for three different churches." you draw an invisible line in the table showing Natasha the position they were in. "They have at least 400 years, and they are filled with history but… today there was only one. A forgotten one."

Natasha shifted on her chair leaning in, her hands firmly placed on her lap. She contained her need to go over you and comfort you. It wasn't fair that you made her feel so much, that you made her weak.

"Even history went differently." The tv show was back on, people were fighting over while the host was trying to calm the participants. "They didn't live half the things we did. And yet, they are just as happy and nice and welcoming."

You trailed off all of a sudden, the memory of home overwhelming you in ways it hadn't since your first days in that world. You turned your face away to hide your tears, your arms around your legs putting them closer to your chest.

"It was a cruel move to bring me here in my first mission," you finally stated. "I understand why you guys did it, still it was cruel."

Silence fell between the both of you, your thoughts dancing around what you had seen so far and what you wished you could see. Natasha from her part was holding back unless she ended up saying or doing something she would regret. The tension was broken by the sound of a beep and you straightened up all business like going towards your laptop.

"We're in." You sat down in the bed; your eyes gleaming excitedly. Whatever sadness or anger was there forgotten in favour of the mission with Natasha sitting down beside you and Clint and Fritz joining in the conversation.

For more than a week the both of you had been doing surveillance work around the two buildings surrounding the small church while Barton and Fitz worked on other pieces of information with the files you had stolen the first night. It had been a hard work, and while you had gathered important information there was still pieces if the puzzle left to unveil.

It hadn't been easy, but you were really quite smart and resourceful and Natasha had been there to lend a hand when necessary. In all this time you couldn't help but think there was something different, you knew you didn't know Natasha all too well but you were not that clueless the other woman had behaved strangely towards you. Perhaps it was due to the mission, or how slow everything seemed to be, perhaps it was the fact you were being watched over or perhaps was the receptionist that kept on flirting with you any chance she got.

You really didn't know what was happening, but you wished things with Natasha were easier. More than a lover, you had always considered her a friend and at least you thought she considered you one as well.

Whatever tension had built around the both of you, reached the breaking point on the last day you were supposed to visit the building with the excuse to go to the Skydeck. It was supposed to be a guide visit, but you never imagine the old lady you found on your first day was someone under Hydra’s payroll.

“NATASHA!” You screamed out watching as the woman fell down the stairs with two other agents fighting her over, your eyes gleamed dangerously as a bloodthirsty smile show on your face.

The three men pointing their weapons at you hesitated, and this was all you needed. You clenched your fists close, sliding your right leg up front while your left leg made a semi-circle, your left arm trusting forth with fire coming out of it. You lifted your right arm pointing it towards the man standing in front of you, another ball of fire and soon there was one man left that tried his hardest to shoot you without actually pointing his weapon to a target. For him you had a gust of cutting air, his last bullet went right through your arm leaving a painful scratch that you ignored as soon as the voice of Clint reached you.

“Y/N, where are you? Natasha needs your help!”

“Coming!” You jumped up helping yourself with the control you had over the wind, moving fast towards the building leaping on the walls down the stairs.

Natasha was engaged in a combat with two more operatives, the other two were on the ground blood around them. You jostled one of the attackers sending him all the way to the ceiling and then letting him fall to the ground; his partner hesitated and this was enough for Natasha to knock him out.

“So, I guess they discovered us?” You commented walking towards Natasha, the woman rolled her eyes grabbing your hand.

“Time to go.” She said dragging you down another hall, “can you make us a route of scape?”

The both of you are running down different halls, moving downstairs while hearing more men coming your way. Probably local men hired to protect whatever it was in the building, your eyes rolled down the walls and the stairs until you located the fire alarms right above your head.

“I can think of a distraction, yes.” Stopping dead on your tracks you trust a single punch in the air, fire coming out of your arm and closed fist shooting directly to the ceiling. As soon as the heated reach the alarms the whole building went into emergency mode and water started falling around you.

“So, your idea of us getting out of here is water and fire?” Natasha exclaimed; you shook your head grabbing the other woman by her waist putting her to you. “What are you…”

You didn’t notice the trembling on her voice, nor the way she just came at you with her arms wrapping around your back. You concentrated lifting a single leg and pushing down, the both of you fell to the lower floor, reaching the third floor in a second.

“Two more and we will be on the basement.” You whispered in Natasha’s ear, the woman holding onto you as you repeated your actions until you reached the basement.

On the upper floor everything was chaos with people trying to find the reason behind the hole in the middle of the hall, or the fire coming from the fourth and fifth floor. Natasha put her hands on your shoulders stepping back, you didn’t even take notice of her actions you were concentrated on creating enough distractions so no one would dare to look for you two. You gather the water around you freezing the electric system before punching it and shattering the cables.

“See? Now, they don’t have time to go after us.” You smiled proudly; Natasha couldn’t help but laugh grabbing your hand.

“Stop doing that and let’s go! I’m pretty sure we won’t hear the end of this.”

Night had already fallen by the time Natasha and you had made it to the hotel. Clint and Fitz were out that night, their mission was to do damage control and see if there was something they were missing or if perhaps what had happened would leak out into the public.

You rolled your shoulders while the warm water washed away the dirt and smoke from your skin, you closed your eyes massaging the sore muscles on your arms and neck. The blood was still pumping inside your veins, you felt giddy and restless as if you should be doing something else but you weren’t quite sure what it was.

You were so distracted you never noticed the shadow entering the bathroom, nor the moment you were no longer alone in the shower.

“Wha…” You huffed in surprised but soon found your back against the wall and a pair of lips on yours.

It didn’t take too long for you to put your hands around the well-known body of Natasha, and it took you less to change positions until Natasha had her back to the wall, her head throw back as your lips and tongue taste the skin of her neck, your hands wrapping around her wrists lifting her arms above her head.

“You’re going to keep them there, baby, is that understood?” You growled in her ear; Natasha nodded whimpering when your knee spread her legs pressing against her core. “If you move them, or try to touch me, I will stop and nothing will make me change my mind, oaky?”

“Y-yes.” Natasha moaned when you pressed against her core again.

“What a naughty girl you are, Tasha.” You whispered finding yourself quite aroused at the moment, the fire of the battle still fresh in your mind and body. “Did you plan this?”

Natasha nodded again opening her eyes to lock them with yours, you found yourself lost in those eyes that had such a different shade of green. You furrowed your brows, the memory of Wanda making you feel bad. Guilty.

“No, please…just…” Natasha trembled wanting for you to just stop thinking for a moment. “Please, Y/N, fuck me.”

She all but begged, and you almost went undone at the sight of such a beautiful woman begging with her arms above her head, water rolling down her body, legs spread and a flush covering her body. You pressed forward, shaking the memory of Wanda while pressing your thigh against Natasha, the woman moaned arching her back while her hips thrust forward trying to get more friction.

“I will fuck you, Natasha, and you will scream my name into the night just like you like it.” You whispered in her ear, your hands dancing around her body before you claim her lips in yours.

Natasha melted right away, and for the rest of the night it was just the two of you giving in the passion that had defined your relationship from the very beginning.

The clock on the bedside showed a green three and two green zeros, you blinked a couple of times feeling tired and satisfied. For a moment you wondered why you had woken up, until you shivered under the teasing fingertips drawing patterns on the skin of your back and arm. You shifted turning around to see Natasha watching you with a strange glance in her eyes, you smiled sleepily at her, but you whole demeanour changed the moment you realized her smile was terse.

“Tasha, are you alright?” You asked lifting your hand to caress the woman’s face, you softened slightly thinking of the night before, the conversation you held with Tony and Pepper wondering if perhaps this was the chance you were waiting for.

“I think we need to talk.” Natasha spoke softly, her eyes locking with yours.

“Right now? Can’t it wait until…breakfast or for the sun to show up?” You replied teasingly, but Natasha didn’t smile just kept her eyes on you.

“I think we should stop doing this.” She finally said without any emotion behind her tone.

You stiffened at those words, anger raising inside you when you realized Natasha was speaking seriously.

“What do you mean?” You sat up letting the sheets fall, Natasha sighed sitting up as well though once she did she turned around placing her feet on the cold floor.

“I think this was fun, while it last. But there is no need for us to continue with this…affair.” The word came out wrong, cold and almost dirty, Natasha never turned to face you and thus she could not see the broken stare or the anger reflecting in your face.

“So, what? Last night was a goodbye fuck?” You spat out turning to the left and also placing your feet on the floor giving your back to her.

“If you want to call it that, then yes. A goodbye fuck.” Natasha prided herself of being emotionally detached of the situations she had to face on her everyday life as an Avenger, a spy and as a woman; never before she thought her emotions, her very heart would be as compromised as it was right now.

And yet, she thought this was the best decision she could make in regard to her relationship with you. Even if you were mad at the moment, that anger would pass and you would find relief and comfort in another’s arms. Probably Wanda’s.

“You are unbelievable.” You stood up circling the bed until you were standing right in front of Natasha, the woman wearing an expression you couldn’t even recognize. “You know there is something else going on in here, this stupid feud you have with Wanda, the way you always come to me, Natasha are you seriously denying there is something going on?”

You didn’t know why it bother you so much.

You had known Natasha for a long time, you had heard her excuses to never give in any kind of relationship. Emotions were weakness. You had never agreed but you respect her way of thinking, it was one of the things that always hang above your heads whenever you found yourselves sharing a bed. But right now, and after all this time, it was plain stupid.

“There is nothing else but sex, Y/N.” Natasha shrugged standing up looking for her clothes, “it was fun while it last, but we really need to face the fact that you are an Avenger now, and an active Agent. Soon you would get to see the world and you will realize what you have with me was juts for comfort and company.”

“How dare you…” You were trembling, your lips shivering as you tried to grasp the right words without exploding in hurtful comments. “Why do you insist on running away for something like this?”

“Like what?” Natasha scoffed putting on her shirt, you grabbed her hand turning her around until your face was right in front of hers.

“Like what could happen between you and me.” You whispered but Natasha made a face stepping back.

“Look, Y/N I just think this would be a good time to end this affair and go back to just being friends.” Natasha stepped back turning her back at you. “I really don’t fancy any drama, or complications, your friendship is more valuable that whatever romantic relationship we could harbour. It wouldn’t work in the end. I’m not into getting myself attached to a single person.”

It hurt.

It hurt more than you care to admit.

Natasha never turned to face you for fear of her resolution to falter and she would give in to you. She did wince when, after a while the door on the hotel room closed with a heavy bang and you left. Once she knew she was alone, Natasha sat back on the bed, her heart hammering hard against her chest, and warm tears rolling down her cheeks.

The sun was just breaking through the cloudy sky.

The placed was incomplete silence, with a group of trees creating a refreshing shade while the wind blew softly making the flowers and the leaves danced around creating multiple shadows on the ground.

You stood right in the middle of and angel, and a freshly brough crown of flowers.

Your eyes followed the patterns on the gravestone, your heart twitching painfully on your chest as you read the words the way you had done since you arrived at the graveyard. Time passed by, but you weren’t aware of how long you were there; you just stood there organizing your thoughts.

The sound of approaching footsteps made you tense.

You waited until you were sure you were no longer alone; it didn’t take too long for you to know who was right behind you. You shifted looking out of the corner of your eyes at Natasha Romanoff, the woman had a single flower on her hand. A chrysanthemum.

“I would ask you how you knew where to find me but, that would be a rhetoric question.” You turned to the other woman, “you’re Natasha Romanoff, of course you knew I would do this.”

Natasha didn’t react to your words, instead she knelt right in front of the gravestone placing the flower with reverence. Her fingertip outlining the black letters slowly, you gasped clenching your fists before letting go of the tension that had accumulated in your body.

“How did it happen?” Natasha finally asked, you gulped lowering your gaze.

“Car accident. School trip.” You sighed dropping your shoulders.

“You have a beautiful name, Y/N.” Natasha stood up using the name you had taken in her world but referring to the name you had in yours the one written in black letters on the gravestone.

“Thank you.” You whispered finally daring to face Natasha. “I guess this prove the theory Bruce have in regard to the multiverse. As long as there is no other me in this universe, my existence is not a paradox.”

Natasha could tell you were quite affected by the whole situation; it wasn’t easy to see your name on a grave you knew was not empty. It was even harder knowing you were dead, that at some point something changed, some decisions were different and while you got to live in one world you died in another.

“So, this was the reason you didn’t go looking for your family?”

You let out a humourless chuckled, “can you imagine their reaction at seeing someone that looks like their death daughter?”

Natasha winced painfully at those words; it was difficult to her knowing there was one version of you that was no longer in her world. She couldn’t imagine what would be like to lose you only to have a copy of you, someone that perhaps didn’t know her the way you did. Or that simply looked like you but was a complete opposite of how you were.

“No, I wasn’t about to come looking for them. Even if I can imagine I look different.” The wind around you twirled wildly before dispersing around the graves.

“Y/N, about last night…” Natasha started observing with care as you stiffened, you looked away lowering your head.

“I’m sorry I left the way I did. I should have said something.” You finally dared to look over at Natasha and for the very first time you noticed the signs of bags under her eyes and the glint of sadness in her light eyes. Natasha offered a half smile getting closer to you, her hand placing itself on your forearm.

“Don’t worry.” Silence fell between them, your eyes locked with hers.

“Natasha, I think you are right. We need to stop whatever it is we have going on.” You blurted out as tenderly as you could but without any hesitation. You felt her hand clenched tightly around you, her eyes flashing with pain before Natasha offered a shaky smile.

“I know.” She all but whispered. “I’m sorry you left thinking that…this meant nothing to me. It’s just…It didn’t mean what you thought it did.”

“That was confusing, but I understand.” This time around it was you the one that looked hurt, you cocked your head when Natasha let go of your hand stepping back a little so the both of you are facing one another.

Natasha broke her mask for a brief instant, and you could see this was not easy for her.

“You are no longer a prisoner, Y/N. You are free, and you should go out there and meet this world. Be the hero you want to be, meet the people you are meant to meet.”

You heart melted at those words; you broke into a gentle smile as Natasha snorted.

“You never heard this from me, or I hurt you.” You lifted your arms in a sign of defeat and Natasha chuckled. “I enjoyed greatly our time together, I enjoyed the sex.”

“The best you ever have, right?” You couldn’t help but ask, your eyes going big when all of a sudden Natasha looked away coyly with a flush adorning her features. “Really? The best you ever have?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to be serious here.” Natasha rolled her eyes, and the smack she gave you on the arm was enough to wipe away the grin on your face and wince in pain. “Really, is not the best but…”

“Liar.” You pouted and Natasha couldn’t help but laughed, after a few seconds you joined in and the tension broke and you decided it was time for you to speak.

“Natasha, I love you.” Your eyes went wide when you saw the myriad of emotions reflecting in the light green eyes of Natasha. There was fear, as well as relief and disbelief, soon you stepped forward placing your hands on her shoulders before Natasha could run away from the conversation.

“Woah, there Romanoff, hold your horses and let me explain.”

“Explain what?” Natasha exclaimed and you squeezed her shoulders.

“Look what I mean is that I love you, but I’m not in love with you.” You explained as tenderly as you could yet you could see the shattering of Natasha’s heart in the way she held your stare. But as soon as that light of vulnerability showed, it disappeared.

“Perhaps, with time and with you not running away from me all the time, we could get there.” You sighed knowing the answer to the following question. “Only if you want, only if you’re ready to do it…”

“Y/N, I can’t…” Natasha started shaking her head stepping back but you held onto her shoulders tightly.

“I know, and I would never force you to decide or to give me this chance.” You tried to be as clear as possible, the whole time this was all you could think about. Natasha and…Wanda.

“Natasha, the thing is I love you as my friend, and I don’t want to lose you and I know if we continue playing with fire, we’re going to get burn.” You moved closer to Natasha. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

Natasha swallowed down her emotions, this was what she wanted, right? She knew she could not offer you what you wanted. She was already too afraid to give in, to try and let you inside more than she already had. A friendship she could do, even if it would break her heart, Natasha could do friendship. As long as you were with her, as long as she didn’t lose you.

“I don’t want to lose you either, I am your friend.” Natasha replied relaxing into your arms as you hugged her tightly.

“I would miss the great sex, though.” You commented lightly and your heart fluttered at her laughter.

“You are incorrigible.”

“I know.” You stepped back winking at her, “but you guys love me like this.”

Natasha rolled her eyes biting her tongue before she could that she did. She loved you.

“So, we’re good?” You finally asked and Natasha nodded, you hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “That means no more strange hate/love relationship with Wanda?”

Natasha opened her eyes in surprised at the question, then she nodded curtly again rolling her eyes.

“I think I can work on that.”

“Good because I can tell you right now Sam is making wages to see who kick’s whose ass on the next training session.”

“Of course, he is.” Natasha rolled her eyes falling easily into her banter with you.

The both of you returned your attention to the grave you had been guarding all morning, Natasha hooked her arm to yours offering a friendly squeezed.

“You change your birthday.”

“I did.” You shrugged. “It’s not important, you know? I guess…well, I prefer autumn to summer for my birthday but we will see how it goes next year.”

“You can have two birthdays, you know?” Natasha offered and you laughed.

“That sounds fair, I like that.”

The road back to the gates of the graveyard was done in silence, your heart felt lighter after the conversation you shared with Natasha and while there were things you still wished were different between the both of you, you knew there was one thing you would never sacrifice and that was your friendship with Natasha.

Once you were sitting in the jet, the land you called home getting further and further away, you knew there was another conversation you needed to have back home. You smiled. Home.

The same home Wanda was in waiting for you.

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