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Best Brother Ever | h.s
Pairing: Husband!Dad!Harry x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: a sweet Sunday afternoon with the styles family and Alex being the best big brother.
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I got really inspired by a cute reel I saw on Facebook and since then this sweet fluff has been sitting in my drafts for months and Iâm really happy with how it turned out! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do ⥠let me know your thoughts in comments! Like & reblog are truly appreciated đ„° REQUEST ARE OPEN.
It was a peaceful Sunday morning in the Styles household, and the cozy, familiar sounds of home filled the air. In the kitchen, YN moved around with practiced ease, stirring a pot, chopping vegetables, and tasting spices with a focused concentration. Sheâd been at it for a while now, determined to make Harryâs mom, Anne, feel right at home with her favorite dish. In the background, 18 by One Direction played softly, and YN found herself humming along, her voice a gentle echo to the lyrics.
Though the band had gone on indefinite hiatus years ago, and each of the boys had branched off into their own solo careers, YN hadnât stopped listening. She was a Directioner through and through, and she knew in her heart sheâd never let go of those songsâthey were part of her story, her history with Harry, and her dreams.
Meanwhile, in the living room, their six-year-old son, Alex, was lying on the mat with Berry, their playful family dog, gently scratching behind Berryâs ears. Berryâs tail thumped in delight, and Alex giggled as the dog rolled over, waiting for belly rubs. The two were inseparable, each one the otherâs partner in mischief.
After a few minutes, Alex felt a tickle of thirst, and with his usual burst of energy, Alex stopped scratching and said, âOh Berry didnât you get tired of all the scratching? I know, I know you were enjoying it but itâs time for a break, Iâm thirsty. You donât do anything stupid while Iâm gone! Granny likes it when youâre a good boy.â He then sprang up and ran to the kitchen, tiny footsteps echoing across the hardwood floor.
âAlex, no running in the kitchen, remember?â YN gently reminded him, glancing over her shoulder with a smile.
Alex skidded to a stop, giving her an innocent look. âSorry, Mama.â He then carefully walked to the fridge, his small hand reaching for a water bottle. After unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip, he paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
Looking up at his mom, he noticed how sheâd been working by the stove for a while. The warmth from the flames made the kitchen a bit stuffy, and in that moment, his little mind put two and two together. Carefully holding out the bottle to her, he asked, âMama, do you want some water too?â
YN paused, touched by the thoughtful gesture. The little boy was caring just like his father. Her heart swelled with pride and warmth at her sonâs understanding, and she leaned down to pull his cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. âThank you, sweetheart. Thatâs very thoughtful of you.â
Alex beamed up at her, delighted by her kiss, and handed her the bottle with a shy smile. YN took a small sip, her heart feeling full in the best way possible. Moments like these, simple and unassuming, were what made her life feel so complete.
YN glanced around the kitchen, realizing she hadnât seen Harry in a while. She turned to Alex, who was still grinning from her earlier kiss, and asked, âWhereâs your daddy?â
Alex paused, looking thoughtful. âHeâs giving Amelia a bath!â he replied brightly.
YN chuckled, wiping her hands on a towel. âDonât you think heâs taking a little too long?â
Without another word, Alex took off down the hall, announcing over his shoulder, âIâm gonna check!â
YN shook her head, smiling to herself as she continued stirring the pot. But barely a minute later, she heard Alexâs laughter ring out, loud and delighted, carrying all the way back to the kitchen. Curious, she wiped her hands and followed the sound down the hallway, wondering what on earth could have him so amused.
When she reached the bathroom, she found Alex standing at the doorframe, giggling uncontrollably. YN peeked over his shoulder, and the sight before her was too good not to laugh herself.
Harry stood by the sink, almost drenched, his shirt soaked and clinging to him, while his hair, wet and messy, hung down in front of his eyes. Amelia, their 15-month-old daughter, squirmed in his arms, wrapped in a fluffy towel that he was struggling to keep around her tiny, wiggling frame. Amelia, completely entertained, let out a series of squeals and giggles, delighted by the whole chaotic scene.
Harry looked up, his eyes meeting YNâs as he triedâand failedâto blow a strand of wet hair out of his face. âSheâs, uh⊠a slippery one,â he said with a helpless smile, shifting Amelia as she kicked her tiny feet, clearly thrilled by all the attention.
YN chuckled, stepping into the bathroom to take over. âI think youâve gotten just as much of a bath as she has,â she teased, reaching for Amelia.
âBelieve me, I know,â Harry replied, surrendering his squirming daughter into YNâs arms. As soon as she was safely in her motherâs embrace, Amelia nuzzled into YN, her little face lighting up with another round of happy giggles.
Alex, still laughing, tugged at Harryâs soaked shirt. âDaddy, youâre all wet!â
Harry ruffled Alexâs hair, a lopsided grin on his face. âWell, thatâs what happens when you try to bathe a little mermaid,â he joked, winking at YN.
YN smiled, cradling Amelia close as the baby snuggled into her, finally calm. Glancing up at Harry, she added with a playful grin, âMaybe next time Iâll leave the bath duty to you again. You look like youâre having way too much fun.â
Harry raised his hands in surrender, laughing. âOnly if I get a raincoat next time.â
With everyone still giggling, the air filled with warmth and laughter. For YN, it was yet another reminder of how these simple, unplanned moments held the truest joy.
After drying Ameliaâs soft curls and dressing her in an adorable denim overall dress, YN gave her a little pat, sending her off with Alex, who eagerly took her tiny hand. âCome on, Amelia! Letâs play in the backyard!â he declared, guiding her to the door as she toddled along, wide-eyed and giggling.
Meanwhile, Harry changed out of his soaked clothes and slipped into a comfortable hoodie and shorts. Feeling refreshed, he wandered back to the kitchen to find YN putting the finishing touches on lunch. She was focused, stirring one last pot, her face glowing with that contented look he loved.
âSmells amazing,â he murmured, slipping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She relaxed into him, smiling as she gave the pot one final stir.
âThank you,â she replied, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. âI wanted everything to be perfect for your mom.â
Harry pressed a light kiss to her cheek. âIt already is perfect. Besides, Momâs really coming to see you and the kids. Iâm just⊠here for decoration,â he joked, earning a laugh from YN.
She turned to face him, resting her hands on his chest. âPretty good decoration, Iâd say,â she teased back, her eyes sparkling. âCanât say I mind having you around.â
He grinned, taking her hand in his. âAnd I canât say I mind this whole thing⊠you, me, the kids, Sunday lunches. I think weâre doing alright, donât you?â
YNâs smile softened, her heart warmed by his words. âIâd say weâre doing better than alright.â
When lunch was ready, they carried everything to the living room and settled comfortably on the sofa, filling their plates and savoring each otherâs company in the cozy quiet. Berry, their loyal dog, lay stretched out on the floor nearby, watching them with sleepy eyes, as though content to be part of their little family moment. But the peace didnât last long; as soon as Berry heard the sound of laughter from the backyard, he was on his feet and bounding toward the door, ready to join Alex and Amelia in whatever adventure they were up to.
Harry and YN shared a glance, amused, and Harry sighed with a laugh. âShould we go see what theyâre getting into out there?â
YN nodded, grinning. âDefinitely.â
Hand in hand, they headed toward the backyard porch deck, hearts full and laughter on their lips, ready to join in on the joy of the afternoon.
Harry and YN strolled out into the backyard, enjoying the sight of Alex and Berry playing an enthusiastic game of chase. Alex was giggling as he kicked the ball across the grass, Berry hot on his heels, barking and wagging his tail, clearly in his element.
But their attention quickly turned to little Amelia, who was standing by the swing set, her tiny fingers gripping the seat as she attempted to climb up. Sheâd tugged it down a few times, her determination evident in her scrunched-up face, but every time she tried to lift her legs, they just didnât reach. She let out a tiny, frustrated squeal, her cheeks pink with effort.
Alex spotted her from across the yard and immediately abandoned his ball game, trotting over with Berry following close behind. âIâm coming, Amy! Iâll help you,â he declared, a serious expression crossing his little face. The way he spoke, it was as if he were preparing to climb a mountain, not help his baby sister onto a swing.
He placed a comforting hand on Ameliaâs shoulder, patting her gently. âDonât worry, Amy. Iâll get you up there,â he reassured her. Berry sat down nearby, tilting his head as if watching the scene unfold with keen interest.
Alex held the swing steady, lowering it slightly to make it easier for her to grab. Amelia gave it her best shot, tugging herself forward and then clinging to her brotherâs back, her small legs kicking as she tried to hoist herself up. But she kept slipping back down with a tiny thud, her face scrunched in concentration.
Seeing her struggle, Alex crouched down thoughtfully, tapping his chin with one finger like heâd seen his dad do when he was deep in thought. âOkay, hm⊠maybe try to use my back like a lilâ stool?â he offered, glancing up at her with a hopeful smile. âIâll be like a step!â
Ameliaâs eyes lit up, and she gave him an excited nod, as if this was the most brilliant plan sheâd ever heard. Alex crouched down in front of the swing, bracing himself. âAlright, Amy, climb on!â he called out, his voice full of determination.
With a delighted giggle, Amelia leaned onto her brotherâs back and clutched his T-shirt with her chubby little hands. She climbed as best as she could, trying to pull herself upâbut her grip on his shirt only tightened as she clambered, her arms slipping around his neck. Alex winced, his voice coming out in a slightly strained laugh. âAmy⊠youâre kinda⊠choking me,â he gasped, though he kept steady, determined to help her however he could.
Harry and YN watched from nearby, biting back their laughter as Alex tried to be the perfect big brother, his determination and care making them both melt a little inside. Berry, still sitting close by, tilted his head again, ears perked as he followed every bit of the action.
Eventually, Alex, catching his breath, stood up, looking down at his sister with a thoughtful frown. âAlright, Amy, letâs try it another way,â he said, more determined than ever to help her reach her goal.
He pointed at the swing seat with a very serious expression, bending down to her level. âJust try to sit on it. Right here,â he said, gesturing to the exact spot where she should aim. âWatch, Iâll show you.â
With exaggerated care, he climbed onto the swing himself, wiggling around on the seat to demonstrate how to sit properly. Then he hopped off and held the swing firmly in place again, giving her an encouraging nod. âOkay, now you try.â
Amelia looked at him, wide-eyed with admiration for her big brother, and then turned back to the swing. She grasped it carefully with both hands, her face full of concentration, and this time, after a few wobbly attempts, she managed to pull herself up, finally plopping down on the seat with a triumphant squeal.
Alexâs face broke into a huge grin. âYou did it, Amy!â he cheered, clapping his hands. âYouâre a big girl now!â
Amelia giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and Alex gave the swing a gentle push, sending her gliding back and forth, her delighted squeals filling the backyard. Each time she swung forward, she let out a little giggle, her laughter filling the air.
Harry and YN stood side by side, their arms wrapped around each other as they watched Alex carefully push Amelia on the swing. Her joyful squeals mixed with the gentle creak of the swing, and Alexâs steady encouragement filled the air. Berry trotted nearby, tail wagging, occasionally glancing up as if to make sure everything was under control.
Harry tightened his arm around YNâs shoulders, pulling her close as he shook his head in admiration. âHeâs⊠heâs really the best big brother, isnât he?â he said, his voice soft with awe. âLook at himâso gentle with her, so patient. I canât believe heâs only six.â
YN beamed, her eyes fixed on their son as she watched him push Amelia with such care, his face serious with concentration, as if he were on an important mission. âI know,â she replied, her voice warm with pride. âHeâs amazing with her, isnât he? Always looking out for her, always so sweet. I feel like weâre really⊠doing something right.â
Harry looked down at her, a playful glint in his eyes. âWell, I think youâre doing most of it right,â he teased, bumping her shoulder with his. âIâm just here to make sure they know how to make a mess and have fun.â
YN laughed, nudging him back. âOh, please, Harryâyouâre their hero. Every time you walk in, they light up. Youâre like their personal superhero.â
Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âI donât know about âsuperhero,â but⊠seeing them like this, watching them take care of each other? Thatâs everything.â He paused, his gaze softening as he looked back at Alex and Amelia. âTheyâre so lucky to have each other. And I think⊠weâre pretty lucky to have them, too.â
YN nodded, her heart swelling as she took in the sceneâtheir two little ones, working together, supporting each other in their own innocent, unfiltered way. âItâs moments like these that make it all worth it, donât they?â she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. âAll the late nights, all the messy meals and chaotic mornings⊠all of it. Seeing them happy, and kind, and just⊠them.â
Harry gave her a soft smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âWeâve got a good thing going, donât we?â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âI couldnât imagine a better team than this. You and me⊠and these two.â He gestured toward Alex and Amelia, his eyes crinkling with pride. âWeâre doing something right, YNN. I know we are.â
Just then, Alex looked over his shoulder and spotted his parents watching. His face lit up with pride, and he called out, âLook, Mum! Dad! Amyâs swinging! I got her up here all by myself!â
YN and Harry exchanged a warm glance before waving back, beaming with pride. âYouâre the best big brother, Alex!â YN called out, giving him a big thumbs-up. âAmyâs so lucky to have you.â
Alexâs cheeks flushed with pride, and he turned back to Amelia, giving her swing another gentle push. âDid you hear that, Amy? Mum and Dad said Iâm the best big brother ever!â he whispered to her, smiling from ear to ear.
Watching him, Harry gave YNâs hand a gentle squeeze. âWeâre raising some pretty great kids, arenât we?â he murmured, his eyes sparkling with pride. âIf nothing else, Iâd say weâre getting that part just right.â
YN looked up at him, her eyes shining. âCouldnât agree more.â
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Grian calls him back to the mountains. Not calling, really, just two little words covering the distance between them, but Scar can hear his voice all the same.
"I gotta come back." He says, distracted, words slipping out from his teeth like they hadn't quite realized their existence yet - the almost tangible bond in between them tugging him up the stairs with a speed his thoughts can't match.
His fingers still shake from the adrenaline, frozen in the phantom sensation of pulling back the string of his bow. There's a giggle stuck in the back of his throat.
A cheap move he'd called it - frustrated around the edges, self-deprecation staining the corner of his lips - but now all he can think about is the arc of Grian's fall, a parabola no mathematical formula will ever understand.
He gets there alone, sun high in the way it means it's burning, and Grian is waiting for him with two bright red blocks of TNT by his side.
"You deserve this." His hair sticks out in all directions, kinetic energy from the fall that had nowhere else to go, and Scar almost thinks himself back to the start of the session when time slowed down to the millisecond of destruction - a spark, a flame, that familiar hiss that always made your heart skip a beat in instinctive fear.
The wooden boards are shattered in an instant.
His "NO!" is loud, but the feelings behind it are half-assed, an emotional reciprocity to Grian's frazzled look he just simply can't bring himself to match. The truth is that he's pissed a little bit, but that damn giggle is still stuck to the wall of his trachea, threatening to escape with every little breath.
Grian shifts on his feet a little, idly nudging a pebble to fall into the newly formed hole with an echoing click. "That's how little that reputation board meant, I was in good favour Scar!"
It takes him a second to blink. "Wait, no you weren't! You were on 0 with a sad face!" It's easy to act outraged, and easier still to step closer to Grian - the darkness of the night closing in on them, clinging to the sharp angle of Grian's nose and twisting his face into a frown. "Okay well-"
Scar cuts him short, pressing, eager for a way to get back under his skin in a way that makes him whole. "Maybe we're even now!"The answer is instantaneous. "No. That's not how this works!" His words are laced with the hint of a laugh there, and Scar knows he's already almost won him over.
Grian takes a step closer - toying the line of reaching for Scar's coat, his narrowed eyes piercing him all the way to his heart. "You know I wouldn't be able to kill you anyways," He parrots, the white of teeth gleaming in the light. "Where did that go, huh?"
The sheepish smile is impossible to swallow back. "Well you see it was- it was a lapse of judgment! Can you really blame a man for being a bit depressed none of his traps worked?"
Grian rolls his eyes. "You got two kills this session Scar, I don't think you're very deserving of my pity there. Skizz got none!"
"He could have if he'd pressed that lever faster than Jimmy."
An incredulous look is thrown his way. "And kill me and Mumbo? I don't know what kind of teammates you've got, but that's not how we do this." His face is scrunched up in annoyance, lips flattened in that particular way that always made Scar want to kiss them until they opened in the shape of his name.
But red had cradled his cheeks just not that long ago, and it seemed his neurons hadn't had time to settle back into being green, because self-restraint doesn't bind his limbs back under control when he succumbs to the impulsion of kissing Grian.
His first impression is that he tastes like smoke, with a heavy touch of explosion - the detonator to a bomb Scar can feel buried in his heart.
There's a surprised little noise in the microscopic space between their lips, before Grian kisses him back hard enough to bruise.
"You respawned in my bed again." Scar pants in between kisses, like it will explain anything. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but he's too busy burying his nails into Grian's waist to care much for it.
And then, because they don't have time, because it's day again and Scar's bow is still hanging up on his back, they pull away with one last touch that almost feels regretful.
Scar steps back, rolling on his heels a little before turning to where Grian's teammates are with a smile. "I'm glad we're even now, thank god!"
The speed at which Grian's face becomes infuriated again is so comical that Scar nearly trips on his descent. "That's not how it works!" It sounds like he's gritting his teeth, red bitten lips pursed yet again, but the angry tone is betrayed by the fondness hiding underneath.
The words fade away as Scar tumbles his way down to Mumbo and Skizz but Grian's laugh stays, a sharp and hypnotic sound dancing in the air.
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(this session made me a little bit insane about them, so take this <3 Shoutout to my friend Sparrow who convinced me to post this on here <3 skkdjdskjks the potion do be anxious sometime đ)
#wild life spoilers#my things#wild life smp#scarian#trafficshipping#I'm so sleepy please forgive any incoherencies T-T
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summary: you and cooper are best frjends but when he comes to your apartment after a night out and failed date for you, he tells you how he really feels
type: fem! reader x cooper koch
tags/warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (f! receiving)
authorâs note: thereïżœïżœïżœs a shortage of cooper fic and we MUST fix this; i think i only saw this once but in case thereâs a larger concern about writing cooper in hetero sex scenarios i want to say 1.) all my fics are based in alternate universes 2.) its not that deep 3.) with cooper i try to keep his sexuality open in all my fics
word count: 4482
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The hum of the city outside was barely audible through the thick walls of the apartment, the occasional honk of a car or distant voice muffled by the calm inside. Cooperâs steps wobbled slightly as he made his way to the door, the alcohol coursing through his veins making everything feel heavier than usual.
Each movement seemed slower than usual as if the world was spinning just a little too fast for him to keep up. He had intended to just let himself into his friendâs apartment. Since she lived closer to the bar he was coming from and she should still be on her date, they had planned for Cooper to crash at her place if he didnât make it home. But as he fumbled with his key in the lock, his vision blurry from the alcohol, he froze when the door swung open on its own.
âIt took you ridiculously long to get that, I had to help you,â you teased with a playful smirk, your voice light as you opened the door to reveal your tipsy friend. Your makeup and hair were still done from the night out. Youâd swapped your date outfit for something more comfortableâa big t-shirt that fell loosely over your frame and a pair of shorts, casual and relaxed for the evening ahead.
Cooper flashed a toothy grin, his eyes squinting slightly, the kind of grin that makes his whole face light up and his mouth stretch wide. His voice was heavy with tipsiness, slurring just a little, and his gaze was unfocused like he couldnât quite center on anything. âOh shit, I did not expect you to be home!â he chuckled, his voice warm but thick with the alcohol.
You raised an eyebrow, looking him over with amusement. "Well I do live here," you teased, stepping aside to let him stumble past. âI texted you like 30 minutes ago saying I got back early.â You could tell by the way he was swaying slightly that he had more than just a few drinks, but despite his drunken state, something was endearing about the way he carried himselfâlike his carefree nature was still intact even in this slightly hazy moment.
"I canât even tell you if I have my phone with me," he scoffed, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. But despite his wobbly state, there was a lightness to his words, a mischief in his tone that was unmistakable. His lips curled into a smile, one that reached his eyes most charmingly. As he tried to steady himself, you took a step back, allowing him into the apartment.
He made his way to the couch and crashed into the cushions with a heavy sigh, his body sinking into the soft fabric like he was just too tired to fight it. There was something about him in this state, so relaxed, that made him look even more appealing, his usual confident energy replaced with a kind of laid-back vulnerability.
His messy, tousled curls fell in loose strands over his forehead, a few bits caught in his eyes as he leaned his head back. He let out a content sigh, eyes half-lidded but still looking at you with that lazy smile. His long arms rested casually on either side, his broad forearms stretching across the armrests as if he didnât have a care in the world. The muscles in his arms were defined even through the fabric of his shirt, and the way he movedâslow, relaxedâgave off an air of lazy strength like he could melt into any space and make it his own. He was a man who commanded attention without even trying, and now, sprawled on your couch, he looked like he was taking up all the space in the room without even realizing it.
You came from the kitchen with a bottle of water in hand, twisting off the cap as you walked into the living room. Your phone was still clutched between your fingers, but you focused on Cooper first. "I ordered us a pizza, but itâs gonna take a while," you said, offering him the bottle.
You ran your hands through his hair in a comforting manner as he took the bottle. He held your hand steady on his head while taking deep gulps of water that brought him back to life. He opened his eyes and his gaze met yours. You always felt very protective of him but even in this moment, where you were taking care of him, you felt safe.
âNo worries, Iâll just raid your kitchen if I need to,â Cooper joked with a grin that was goofy but still disarmingly charming. His eyes tracked your every move from behind the couch and him to plopping down next to him on the couch, a slight tilt to his head like he was trying to piece together the picture of the night. His eyes focused on you, still too tipsy to hide his curiosity, though it was endearing more than anything.
There was a comfortable silence in your apartment. You scrolled on your phone and Cooper continued to drink his water. His gulps being the only noise in the room aside from the occasional notification vibration from your phone. Cooper began to sit up and look in your direction, his eyes narrowed slightly, "What happened to your hot date?" he asked, his voice low and heavy with the alcohol, but the hint of genuine interest was there.
You scoffed, leaning back into the couch with a small huff of frustration. "Hot date?" you repeated, rolling your eyes as you took a drink of your own water you had on the coffee table "It was a hot fucking mess.â
Cooperâs eyes widened a bit as he blinked, clearly processing what youâd said. "A mess? Alright, spill!" He tapped his legs, gesturing for you to put your feet up on him. His words came out a little slower, laced with curiosity and softened by the slur of someone whoâd had a few drinks. But even through the haze, there was a genuine concern behind his playful tone, a real interest in knowing exactly what had gone wrong.
You shook your head, feeling a mixture of irritation and amusement at how easily your frustration was slipping into your words. "God, he was so obnoxious," you began, putting your drink down to properly explain, the weight of the evening pressing down on you. "Loud, pushy, and worse of allâŠhe was terrible at eating me outâ
Cooper leaned in even more curious than before, you let out a sharp exhale, the frustration of the night slipping out with every word. "We went to his place and he went down on me and it was so âŠbad. He had no direction, no idea where my clit was and he had the nerve to keep asking me if I was close to finishing.â
Cooper let out a laugh, one that he immediately regretted, but it bubbled up before he could stop it. He couldnât help it. âI just canât believe he was that bad,â he said, his voice dripping with a mix of disbelief and amusement. He shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around it, still finding it hard to believe. âHonestly, it sounds like you dodged a bullet.â
Then, with a slightly lopsided grin, his tone lightened, and he added, âYou deserve a guy who's gonna treat you and eat you.â He said it with a chuckle, but as the words left his mouth, a flicker of something serious flashed in his eyes, like he hadnât quite meant to let that much slip out. He was drunk enough for it to come out in jest, but his gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than it should have, his protective nature subtly making the comment feel heavier than the casual joke implied.
The mix of joking and sincerity hung in the air, and for a moment, the playful edge of his voice didnât quite match the intensity in his eyes. He was too far gone to realize how true that statement felt, how much he actually meant it.
He opened his arms, gesturing for you to lean in, and you didnât hesitate. Letting yourself settle against him, you felt his warmth and the soft, steady thrum of his heartbeat. The scent of his cologne, mixed with a hint of the whiskey heâd had earlier, wrapped around you, making the room feel a little smaller, a little more intimate.
Cooperâs arm tightened around you, pulling you closer, and he let out a low chuckle. âWeâve shared so many hookup stories over the year and I remember a lot. His head dipped closer to yours, his voice dropping to a murmur. âI remember every little thing you said you like,â he admitted, his tone soft but sure. âI mean⊠I bet I could get you off, no problem.â The confidence in his voice was clear, even if he was too far gone to fully realize the weight of what he was saying.
He shifted slightly, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that caught you off guard, his usual playful edge softened by something deeper. His fingers brushed lightly over your arm, tracing slow, absentminded patterns as if testing the waters, letting you feel his warmth through the gentle, almost reverent touch. âIâd want to,â he murmured as if the thought had just come to him. âIâd want to do it right⊠make you feel good.â
His words lingered, heavy with intention, his face hovering close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin.
Youâd be lying if you said youâd never thought about what it would be like to hook up with Cooper. Heâd always had this effortless charm, and he loved to talk up his own skills, claiming he could leave anyone breathless. He had a way of paying attention, tooâheâd often talk about how he could read the other personâs body, letting them lead while he responded, always focused on making them feel good. The idea had crossed your mind more than once, but youâd always brushed it off. Cooper was a friend, and here he was, drunk and vulnerable.
Your hand came up to gently caress his face, thumb grazing along his cheek as you murmured, "Youâre drunk," your lips curling into a teasing smirk.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smirk of his own. "I might be," he admitted, his voice a lazy drawl, "but I know youâve thought about it."
He leaned back on the couch, eyes closed, that self-assured grin still tugging at his lips, and for a moment, you just watched him, the silence between you loaded with unspoken possibilities. You could feel the tension building, lingering in the space between you like an electric charge, neither of you moving, neither of you saying anything more. The only sound was the faint hum of the city outside, and the way he lay thereâso casually, so confidentlyâonly heightened the pull.
The knock at the door broke the tension, snapping you both back to reality. Flushing slightly, you got up to answer, grateful for the interruption yet already wondering what might have happened if it hadnât come just then. When the pizza arrived, you both dove in, and as you took those first bites, the charged atmosphere seemed to ease. With each slice, the playful banter returned, and the lingering tension faded, replaced by the easy, familiar vibe that always felt natural between you.
By the time the food was gone, a warm, sleepy calm had settled in. You suggested getting ready for bed, and Cooper agreed with a lazy nod, stumbling off to the bathroom for a shower, hoping to shake off the haze of the night.
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You were scrolling through your phone in bed when you heard the bathroom door creak open. Cooper stepped into the room, towel wrapped low around his waist, damp curls still clinging to his forehead. The soft glow of your dim bedroom lights cast shadows across his broad shoulders, drops of water gleaming on his skin as he moved. You couldnât help but let your gaze linger on him, caught off-guard by how good he looked, how real he felt right there in front of you.
His eyes met yours, and you saw the smirk tug at the corners of his lips, that familiar teasing glint in his gaze. "How do you feel?" you asked, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as you could, even though your heart was pounding in your chest.
"Better⊠sober," he responded with a grin, running a hand through his wet hair, his voice thick with that playful edge youâd come to know well.
He climbed into bed beside you, and the two of you settled into your usual comfortable routine, your bodies instinctively gravitating toward each other. But underneath the familiarity, a different kind of tension lingeredâone you couldnât shake. Every inch of your body was aware of his proximity, your senses heightened by the memory of what had nearly happened earlier. You figured that with how drunk he had been, Cooper had probably forgotten everything heâd said beforeâeverything that had made the air between you so thick with unspoken words.
The silence stretched on, each second feeling longer than the last. But then, Cooper broke it abruptly, his voice low and purposeful.
"So⊠are we gonna act like you donât want me to eat your pussy?" he said, smirking as he glanced at you, that familiar cocky confidence back in full force.
You shot up, utterly stunned by his boldness, your eyes wide as your mind scrambled to process what heâd just said. You opened your mouth but couldnât find the words to respond.
Cooper, noticing your shock, leaned back against the pillows, not missing a beat. "This was bound to happen," he murmured, his tone shifting to something softer but still charged with intent. "I think youâre beautiful, I always have. And Iâve wanted to taste you for as long as I can remember. And at the very least, the very very least⊠you deserve to cum tonight. `You went through all the trouble of getting readyâŠ"
His words were like a spark, setting off a flood of heat that rushed through you, igniting the tension youâd been holding back. You were still reeling from the bluntness of his words, but now you couldnât deny what youâd been feelingâthe way he made you want him, despite the years of friendship, despite the risk.
Without another word, Cooper moved closer, kissing you slowly at first, his lips pressing against yours with a soft, knowing pressure. Your body reacted instinctively, leaning into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in his wet hair, pulling him deeper. He groaned softly into your mouth as his hands wandered, exploring the curve of your body, his touch making you shiver.
He pulled away just enough to murmur, "Get on top of me." The command was quiet but unmistakable, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you, waiting.
You straddled him, the motion slow, deliberate, as you slid your legs over him, settling into his lap. The kiss resumed, deeper now, more frantic, as his hands roamed over your body, tracing the lines of your curves. One of his hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off in one fluid motion. The cool air hit your skin as your lacy bra was exposed, and Cooper let out a low, appreciative hum.
Without missing a beat, his face dropped to your chest, his lips brushing over the curve of your breast before he kissed a trail down toward your cleavage. The sensation of his mouth on you, the warmth of his breath, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He didnât waste time, his hands following suit, his fingers sliding along the lace of your bra before he pulled it down with just enough urgency to make you gasp.
His lips found your nipple, and as he kissed and nipped at your skin, your breath hitched, and you couldnât help but arch into him. The combination of his soft kisses and the heat building between you made it clear that neither of you were going to be able to turn back.
He continued to work on her breast, he would switch between and whatever one he wasnât pleasuring with his teeth and tongue, he would use his fingers to lightly twist and pinch. Every touch. His hands were gentle but firm, making your skin tingle with every touch. What might have gone unnoticed with anyone else felt completely different with Cooperâhis touch sending waves of warmth through your body. The simplest graze of his fingers, the way his lips moved with such intent, seemed to awaken a reaction in you that left you utterly breathless, as if every part of you was attuned to Cooper and Cooper alone. The space between you both, once so familiar, now felt charged with something new, something undeniable.
Cooper wrapped one arm around you, gently pulling you closer as he shifted positions. With careful tenderness, he laid you back on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second of the closeness between you. He hovered over you for a moment, his lips brushing lightly against your forehead before he leaned down to kiss you again, deeper this time, his mouth warm and insistent against yours.
His hand trailed down your side, his touch light yet electrifying, as if he could feel the way your body responded to every brush of his fingers. The heat between you seemed to grow, the air around you thick with anticipation. He kissed you with a quiet intensity, his lips moving against yours as if he were memorizing the feel of you, the way you fit perfectly together.
The pressure of his body against yours sent a jolt through you, his solid form pressing down on you in a way that made your heart race even faster. Every inch of his body seemed to fit perfectly against yours as if you were meant to be like this. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands struggling to meet due to the sheer width of his shoulders, the feeling of his body almost overwhelming in the best way possible.
He paused for a moment, hovering above you, his gaze intense and unwavering. His hazel eyes locked with yours, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine. At that moment, you could see the way he took in every part of you as if memorizing the way you looked beneath him, your chest rising and falling with each breath. To him, you were beautiful, every curve, every inch of you a part of the image he had in his mind. The breathless, shaky exhale that escaped him only amplified the heat between you, the feeling of him exploring your body with his mouth still fresh on your skin.
There was a quiet tension in the air, a hunger that neither of you could ignore. The lust in your eyes matched the hunger in his, mutual desire pulsing between you both. It was as if the world outside of this moment no longer existed, leaving only the undeniable chemistry and the burning need to get closer, to feel more. Every small touch, every lingering kiss, heightened the anticipation, each of you wanting to give and receive more.
Cooper leaned in, his lips crashing against yours once again, this time with a deeper, more fervent passion. His kisses were insistent as if he couldnât get enough of the taste of you, his hands roaming over your body with increasing urgency. His lips moved from yours, trailing down your jawline to your ear, where he lingered, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.
His voice was low, husky with desire, as he whispered in your ear, the words almost a command, "Take them off." The tone was grumbly, yet full of something far more intimateâsomething that made your pulse quicken. It wasnât just the words, but the way he said them, as if he knew exactly how to break down the walls between you.
As his lips worked their way down to your neck, nibbling softly, the sensation of his teeth grazing your skin left you breathless. His hands, now urgent, explored your body as though he couldnât get enough of you. The way he touched you, moved over your skin, ignited a fire deep within. Every caress, every brush of his fingers, made you feel like you were losing control, unraveling under his touch.
You could feel the tension building between you, the weight of your friendship slowly being replaced by something far more electric, far more heated. The way his hands moved, quickly but with purpose, made you feel as if you were being pulled apart, piece by piece. You could no longer hold onto the rational thoughts in your head; everything else faded, and all that mattered was the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body against yours.
Cooperâs kisses moved lower, his lips soft against your skin, each one sending small waves of heat through your body. His touch was gentle but deliberate, and you could feel your heart race in time with every movement. You could barely catch your breath, each kiss pushing you closer to the edge of something unspoken between you two.
As he hovered just above you, you could see the spark in his eyes, a playful yet serious glint. His gaze met yours, intense, but there was a warmth in it tooâa familiarity, a promise that things would change, that they already had. His lips parted slightly as he asked, his voice smooth yet filled with a hint of something darker, âAre you ready for me, gorgeous?â
Your breath caught in your throat, your body trembling with anticipation. You couldnât find the words to respond, only a nod, your head moving with the rhythm of your pounding heart. The weight of the moment felt heavy, but not in a way that made you want to pull away. It was a feeling that had been building for a long time, a connection that was deepening in ways neither of you had anticipated.
He smiled, and the tension between you only seemed to grow as he moved lower, his kisses now tracing the outline of your thighs. You bit your lip, the sensation both teasing and maddening as he drew closer and then pulled away, leaving you wanting more. The moment stretched out, thick with longing. You could feel every inch of himâthe warmth of his breath, the gentle pressure of his lipsâas he moved closer but never quite touched where you wanted him.
Frustration bubbled up inside you, and you found yourself instinctively reaching for him, your hands threading through his damp hair. Without thinking, you guided him toward you, a silent plea for him to take that final step. He let out a low chuckle, a sound that vibrated through your chest, and followed your direction, his body responding to yours with the same quiet urgency.
His kisses trailed down your body, leaving a path of warmth as he moved lower, each soft smooch against your skin sending shivers just below the surface. You felt the tension slip from your body, your breath quickening as he took his time, savoring each touch, each kiss. When you finally pulled off your panties, he slid down further, aligning himself with your most sensitive spot.
The first swipe of his tongue over your folds released a moan you hadnât meant to hold back, all the built-up anticipation unraveling in that one, perfect stroke. Cooperâs tongue moved with a skillful intent, each motion precise and unhurried, as if he was mapping every inch of you. His mouth wrapped around your clit with a tender urgency, his lips creating a gentle, pulsing suction that made your body arch toward him, every movement filled with both calm and passion. Each moan you let out only spurred him on, his hands gripping your hips to hold you steady as he continued, building you up slowly, expertly, until the tension inside you swelled to its peak.
Before you knew it, your body was moving instinctively, grinding in perfect rhythm with Cooperâs touch, amplifying every sensation that pulsed through you. Your breaths came in short gasps, your moans barely contained as he held you firmly, guiding you to where he wanted you. "Fuck⊠Cooper, that feels so good," you breathed, fingers threading through his hair, gripping tightly as he continued. Without pausing, he slid his fingers into you, each movement deliberate and deeply satisfying, his mouth still working at your heat, pushing you toward the edge.
Cooperâs hand found its way to your mouth, the same finger he just used to get you closer to your climax, he put on the edge of your lips. He didnât even have to ask before you took the finger into your mouth and started sucking. His gaze flicked up briefly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before he murmured, âThatâs a good girl,â the words rolling off his tongue, rough and warm.
Your breaths turned into desperate, shallow gasps, your body arching as Cooperâs grip tightened, holding you exactly where he wanted. You clutched his hair, then your breasts, each touch adding to the intensity building deep within. "Donât stop, Cooperâright there," you pleaded, voice trembling as he focused right on that sensitive spot, his mouth and fingers working together in perfect rhythm.
The heat built into a fiery pulse radiating through you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. âCooper, Iâm⊠Iâm gonna cum,â you whimpered, the words spilling out as he gave a low, approving âmhm,â the vibration adding to your pleasure as he continued relentlessly. He reached out, his strong hands clasping yours, grounding you even as your body surrendered completely.
The climax hit you like a wave, crashing over you in a rush of intense sensation. Your thighs clenched around him as your back arched, head thrown back as you cried out his name. Cooper stayed right with you, his mouth and fingers maintaining their pace as you unraveled, every nerve electrified, holding onto his hands as the release poured over you, leaving you breathless and utterly spent.
Cooper pulled back and kissed up your torso, to your neck and then eventually planting a passionate final kiss on your lips. He laid next to you on his side while you were still flat on your back trying to catch your breath. He let out a low laugh watching you trying to gather yourself, âI told you I could get you thereâ.
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Pairing â Crush Best Friend! Park Jongseong x (F) Reader
Synopsis â Youâve always had a crush on Lee Heeseung ever since he gave you a note, also considering the fact he was one of the most popular boys in school. Considering being popular yourself, you just canât seem to get his attention no matter what you do. So you decide to fake date Jay, Heeseung's best friend, to get Heeseungs attention. Despite thinking that Jay hates you, you go along with the plan, hoping that Heeseung will finally notice you. As the charade progresses, you found out Heeseung is attracted to people who are experienced. However, youâre a virgin. So why not ask Jay to take your virginity? No feelings will be involved, right?
Genre â Smut, High School au, Angst, Fluff
Warnings â MINORS DNI!!!, Cursing, Partying, One sided love, Crying, Drinking, Miscommunications, Jealousy, Break ups, Misunderstanding, Lying, Eating out, Breath play, Grinding, Hickeys, Slow sex, Phone sex, Fingering, Jerking off, Dirty talk, Humiliation, Overstimulation (f), Dom! Jay x Sub! Reader, Missionary, No protection (wrap it up), Aftercare, Receiving (m&f), Jealous sex, Making out, Doggy style, Spanking, Hair pulling, Orgasm Control, Rough sex, Name calling (Good girl, Babe, etc.), Choking, Multiple orgasms, Breeding kink, Blowjob, lmk if I missed any!
W.c â 16.8k
A/n â I had to rewrite so many of this because I wasnât satisfied but I finally finished it! I never made a fic that has more than one sex scene so bear with me on that ^^ If you would like to be on the perm tag list, click here! Like, reblog, comment, etc.! Hope you enjoy! Not proofread!
Masterlist here!
The school courtyard was buzzing with energy as students milled about, chatting and laughing. You, being one of the popular students, were used to the attention and the constant buzz around you.
Today, however, felt different. You decided to take a moment for yourself and sat down on one of the benches, enjoying the brief respite from the chaos.
As you were scrolling through your phone, lost in your own world, a shadow fell over you. Looking up, you saw a guy you vaguely recognized from one of your classes. He was holding something in his hand, and he looked a bit teasing.
"Hey," he said, shifting from foot to foot, âThis is for you."
You raised an eyebrow, curious, âFrom who?"
He pointed across the courtyard, and your eyes followed his gesture. There, standing with a group of his friends, was Lee Heeseung, one of the school's star basketball players. He was tall, with an athletic build, and a smile that could light up a room. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his appearance. He was undeniably attractive.
The guy handed you a small envelope and quickly walked away, leaving you to process what had just happened. You looked down at the envelope, your curiosity piqued. Opening it, you found a simple note inside:
Hey, I noticed you sitting here and thought you might like this.
You glanced back at Heeseung, who was now looking your way. When your eyes met, he gave you a small, confident smile and a nod. You felt your cheeks heat up, and your heart leaped in your chest. You gave him back a shy smile and waved. It wasn't every day that someone like Lee Heeseung noticed you, let alone sent you a note and a candy bar.
For the rest of the day, you couldn't get Heeseung out of your mind. His smile, the way he carried himself, and the fact that he had gone out of his way to send you a note â it all made your heart race. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him again, wondering if there might be more to this unexpected connection.
That happened about a month ago. Now, youâre still here waiting for him to make a move, and yet he hasnât. You thought he was just a shy guy which was probably why he gave you a note, but you smiled back at him. So wouldnât that give him a hint?
You were sitting in the library, deeply engrossed in your studies. The upcoming exams were looming over you, and you wanted to make sure you were fully prepared. The library was quiet, with only the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper breaking the silence. You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice Kazuha approaching until she was right beside you.
âHey, are you going to the bonfire this weekend?" Kazuha asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
You looked up from your books, a bit surprised by her sudden appearance, âI wish I could, but I can't," You replied, sighing, "I have so much to study for, and I really need to focus."
Kazuha pouted, clearly disappointed, "Come on, you need a break! You've been studying non-stop. Plus, it's going to be so much fun. Everyone's going to be there!"
You hesitated, knowing she was right. You had been pushing yourself hard, and a little break wouldn't hurt. But the thought of falling behind on your studies made you nervous, "I don't know, Kazuha. I really need to do well on these exams."
Kazuha wasn't giving up that easily. She leaned in closer, her eyes pleading, âPlease? Just for a few hours? You deserve to have some fun too.â
Seeing your hesitation, Kazuha pressed on, âCome on, it'll be great. You can study all you want after the party. Just think about it â a chance to finally talk to Heeseung!"
You sighed, feeling the weight of your decision, "Alright, fine. I'll go to the bonfire," You said, finally giving in, "But only for a little while."
Kazuha's face lit up with joy, "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise. It's going to be amazing."
As the weekend approached, you found yourself getting more and more excited about the bonfire. You spent extra time picking out an outfit, hoping to make a good impression. When the night of the party finally arrived, you felt a mix of nerves and anticipation.
The bonfire was located at the beach. The ocean flowed softly together as the moon shone over the people. There was loud music playing and it was filled with people dancing and laughing. You scanned the crowd, looking for Heeseung. After a few minutes, you spotted him sitting down at the bonfire, talking to a group of friends.
You jumped when you suddenly felt hands around your arms, âYou made it!â Kazuha squealed. You gave her a chimed smile.
âI did.â You replied. She grabbed your arm and took you to the bonfire where Heeseung was sitting and sat you across from him.
âIâll be right back! Hereâs a drink.â She said. She gave you a red cup and walked past people, disappearing into the crowd.
You sipped your drink as you scanned the faces illuminated by the flickering flames. Your eyes landed on Heeseung, who was sitting across from you, engrossed in a conversation with his friends. Despite the noise and the number of people around, he hadnât seemed to notice you.
You decided to just look for Kazuha. You maneuvered through the crowd, your eyes scanning for Kazuha. The salty breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mingling with the smoky aroma of the bonfire.
As you rounded a corner, your attention momentarily diverted by a burst of laughter, you collided with someone. Your drink splashed out of your cup, drenching the front of a pristine white shirt. You looked up, your heart sinking as you recognized the face glaring down at you. It was Jay, and he did not look pleased.
"Watch where you're going," He snapped, his voice laced with irritation as he wiped at the damp stain spreading across his shirt.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "Maybe you should watch where you're standing," You retorted, matching his tone with an edge of your own. It wasn't the first time you'd clashed with Jay, and it seemed like he always had an attitude with you.
Jay's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening, "Just be more careful next time," He said curtly before turning away, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion.
As you walked away, you couldn't help but wonder why Jay always seemed to have it out for you. He was your crush's best friend, after all, and you couldn't understand why he always seemed so annoyed whenever you were around.
The thought lingered in your mind, adding a layer of complexity to the evening's events. The bonfire continued to burn brightly, but your thoughts were clouded with questions about Jay and his inexplicable attitude towards you. And how the hell Heeseung is friends with him.
You finally spotted Kazuha near the edge of the ocean, chatting with a few friends. Relief washed over you as you approached her, still feeling the sting of your encounter with Jay. Kazuha greeted you with a bright smile, but it quickly faded when she saw the look on your face.
"What's wrong?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.
You sighed, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening, "I'm just going to head home, Kazuha. Heeseung isn't paying any attention to me, and I just had a run-in with Jay. It's been a rough night."
Kazuha frowned, shaking her head, "No way, you're not leaving yet. I have an idea." Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and before you could protest, she grabbed your hand and started pulling you back towards the bonfire.
"Kazuha, what are you doing?" You asked, trying to keep up with her determined pace.
"We're going to play Spin the Bottle," She announced loudly as you both reached the group. The chatter around the fire died down as everyone turned to look at her, "Come on, it'll be fun!"
You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Kazuha when she got an idea in her head. Reluctantly, you sat down in the circle forming around the bonfire. Your eyes scanned the faces around you, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jay sitting next to Heeseung. He had thrown a flannel over his stained shirt, but you could still see the remnants of your drink on the fabric.
Jay's gaze met yours for a brief moment, and you quickly looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. Heeseung, oblivious to the tension, seemed excited about the game, his smile lighting up the night.
As the bottle was placed in the center and the first spin began, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and anticipation. As you glanced at Kazuha, her encouraging smile gave you a bit of comfort.
The game of Spin the Bottle was in full swing, and you watched as the bottle spun and landed on different people around the circle. Laughter and cheers filled the air each time someone was chosen, but so far, the bottle hadn't landed on you. You tried to keep your cool, but the anticipation was starting to get to you. Kazuha, sitting beside you, noticed your growing unease and gave you a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, your turn will come," She whispered.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bottle slowed and came to a stop, pointing directly at you. Your heart raced as all eyes turned to you. Before you could react, Kazuha stood up and clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.
"Okay, since I started the game, I get to choose who she kisses!" She declared. A chorus of groans and protests erupted from the group.
"That's not fair!" Someone shouted.
"You can't just make up rules!" Another voice chimed in.
Kazuha held up her hands to calm everyone down, "Come on, it's just one time. Let me have this," She pleaded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Reluctantly, the group quieted down, and Kazuha turned to you with a knowing smile.
"I choose Heeseung," She said triumphantly. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked over at Heeseung. He met your gaze, and you saw a smirk slowly spread across his face. For a moment, you thought he was going to stand up and come over to you, but then he turned his head and looked at Jay.
"Actually, I think Jay should do it," Heeseung said, his voice filled with amusement.
The entire circle fell silent, and you could feel the shock ripple through the group. Kazuha's mouth fell open, and you were just as stunned. Jay, sitting next to Heeseung, looked equally surprised, his eyes wide as he glanced between you and Heeseung.
"Uh, what?" Jay stammered, clearly caught off guard.
Heeseung's smirk grew wider, "You heard me. Go ahead, Jay."
You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside youâconfusion, embarrassment, and a strange sense of curiosity. Jay didnât stand up and it seemed like forever.
Kazuha immediately tried to interject, "No, Heeseung, I really thinkâ"
But before she could finish, Jay stood up abruptly, "I'll do it," He said firmly, cutting her off. The determination in his voice shocked everyone, especially you. Your heart pounded in your chest as Jay walked towards you, each step making you more nervous.
As Jay got closer, you could feel your palms getting sweaty. The room seemed to close in around you, and your mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Just as he was leaning in, his eyes locked onto yours, you felt a surge of panic. You couldn't do this.
Without thinking, you bolted up from your seat and ran from the scene. You heard Kazuha calling your name, but you ignored her, your feet moving faster than ever. You pushed through other group of people and sprinted to your car, fumbling with your keys in your haste. Finally, you unlocked the door, jumped in, and slammed it shut behind you.
Sitting in the driver's seat, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You didnât know why you felt so nervous to kiss Jay. Maybe it was because of the incident? You werenât sure as you started your car and drove him.
As you drive home, the city lights blur past your window, casting a warm glow inside your car. The hum of the engine is a comforting background noise, and you find yourself lost in thought about the day's events. The streets are quiet, and you feel a sense of calm as you pull into your driveway.
Once inside, you kick off your shoes and head straight to your room. As you settle down, you notice a missed call from Kazuha. You quickly dial her back, and she picks up almost immediately.
âHey, are you okay?â Kazuhaâs concerned voice comes through the line.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â You reply, though your mind is still racing, âI just didnât know what to do.â
Kazuha sighs softly, âJay didnât seem mad that you left, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
You pause, biting your lip, âWhy would Heeseung want Jay to kiss me, though?â
âI donât know,â Kazuha admits, âHeeseung seemed normal about it, but he left after a while.â
You nod, even though she canât see you, âThanks, Kazuha. Iâm just going to head to bed now. Talk tomorrow?â
âOf course. Goodnight,â She says.
âGoodnight,â You reply, ending the call. You lie down, thoughts still swirling but feeling a bit more at ease. Tomorrow is a new day. You close your eyes, anticipation and confusion bubbling within you as you drift off to sleep.
The next morning, you wake up with a mix of excitement. After a quick shower, you pick out a cute but comfortable outfit, knowing you'll be out for a while. As you're finishing up, you get a text from Kazuha saying she's on her way to pick you up for a shopping trip.
When Kazuha arrives, you hop into her car, and you both chat about random things on the way to the mall. The mall is bustling with people, and the two of you dive into various stores, trying on clothes and laughing at some of the more outrageous fashion choices.
After a couple of hours, you both decide to take a break and stop at a cozy coffee shop. As you sip on your drink, Kazuha turns to you with a serious look.
âSo, are you ever gonna shoot your shot with Heeseung?â She asks, raising an eyebrow.
You sigh, stirring your drink absentmindedly, âI donât know how to get closer to him.â
Kazuha taps her chin, then suddenly her eyes light up, âIâve got an idea. Why donât you fake date someone close to him? Thatâs like one of the top things people do.â
You blink, processing her suggestion, âWho?â
Kazuha rolls her eyes at your cluelessness, âJay, duh.â
You choke on your drink in shock, staring at her, âI canât ask that of Jay after that incident!â
Kazuha just shrugs, âWhy not? You talk to Jay the most out of Heeseungâs friends.â
You shake your head, feeling overwhelmed, âJay hates me.â
Kazuha leans back, a smirk playing on her lips, âHe was gonna kiss you either way. Just try.â
You sit there, thinking about it. The idea is crazy, but maybe itâs just crazy enough to work. You glance at Kazuha, whoâs watching you expectantly, and nod slowly, âOkay, Iâll try.â
Kazuha grins, and you feel a flutter of anticipation. You werenât sure if this stupid plan was gonna work, but as Kazuha says, sheâs always right.
After spending the day shopping and chatting with Kazuha, you finally head back home, bags in hand and a lot on your mind. Kazuha's words echo in your head: "Just try." You can't help but think about how crazy the idea is, but a part of you is curious about what might happen if you actually went through with it.
As you flop onto your bed, you decide to check your phone. There's a message from Kazuha with a link to Jay's Instagram. Your heart races as you open the app and see his profile. You feel a wave of nervousness wash over you, but you remember Kazuha's encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it. You hit the follow button and then, with trembling fingers, you start typing a message.
l/n.y/n: Jay, are you single?
You type, wincing at how blunt it sounds. But it's too late to back out now. You hit send and toss your phone aside, feeling a mix of dread and anticipation.
A few minutes later, your phone buzzes. You pick it up and see a notification from Instagram. It's a message from Jay. Your heart pounds as you open it, wondering what his response will be.
js_park_: What do you want
You pouted at his bluntness. This was gonna be harder than expected. You decided to just go along and get it over with.
l/n.y/n: I need your help. Like really bad. This may come out weird to you, but I need you to fake date me cause I have a crush on Heeseung and he just doesnât seem to notice me and since your a good friend of his I was hoping you would go along with it. Once he likes me back you donât have to talk to me at all or even see my existence! So what do you say?
He read it almost immediately making your heart skip a beat. About a few seconds later he responded back.
js_park_: Iâd see you all the time then if you date Heeseung. So no.
You groaned stressed out. He was making this way to hard for you. You knew you couldnât ask any of his other friends. Jakeâs taken, and Sunghoon just straight seems like he doesnât want no fake dating or a real relationship. You tried to think of another idea. Thatâs when you suddenly remembered something. You quickly texted back urgently.
l/n.y/n: Iâll get you that guitar youâve been talking about in class.
js_park_: Cost a lot of money, but if you insist. So when are we starting?
You pumped your fist up in victory. You decided to just start as quick as possible and texted him the details.
l/n.y/n: Tomorrow. Pick me up first thing in the morning and we NEED to show PDA. I donât like it either but if we need to get Heeseung attention then thatâs what we should do. Oh and also, no kissing.
js_park_: Or, we could exchange numbers instead of texting here? Itâs weird.
You rolled your eyes.
l/n.y/n: [xxx-xxx-xxxx]. Thatâs my number.
js_park_: Alright, text you tomorrow.
l/n.y/n: đ
Seen
You took a deep breath in and out. All you have to do is just show PDA. Nothing too serious. And besides, no kissing will be involved, so you have nothing to worry about. Right?
You wake up to the sound of your phone ringing. Still groggy, you reach over and grab it, expecting to see Kazuha's name on the screen. Instead, you're surprised to see Jay's name flashing. Confused, you answer the call.
"Hello?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"Hey, where do you live?" Jay's voice comes through the speaker, sounding wide awake and slightly amused.
âJay? What?" you ask, still half-asleep and trying to make sense of the situation, "It's early," You add, glancing at the clock. It's barely past dawn.
"Yeah, I don't know if you knew, but I have morning basketball practice," He replies sarcastically, making you smile despite your confusion.
"Oh, right," You say, suddenly remembering, "Uh, my address is [123 Address Name]."
"Great, I'm on my way," He says before hanging up.
You sit up in bed, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Realizing you don't have much time, you quickly get dressed, throwing on your uniform and running a brush through your hair. Just as you're finishing up, your phone buzzes again.
Jay: I'm here.
You take a deep breath and head outside, finding Jay's car parked in front of your house. You walk over and open the passenger door, sliding in.
"Morning," You say, still a bit dazed but excited.
"Morning," Jay replies with a grin, "Ready to start the day?"
You nod, giving him a tired smile. Jay starts the car, and you both drive towards the school. The early morning streets are quiet, and the sun is just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over everything. You can't help but feel a little nervous but also excited about this unexpected start to your day.
When you arrive at the school, Jay parks the car, and you both get out. He leads the way to the gym, where you can already hear the faint sounds of basketballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking on the court. As you enter the gym, you see some of Jay's teammates warming up and chatting.
Jay turns to you with a teasing smile, "So, are you gonna give me a hug goodbye?" He asks, clearly enjoying your embarrassment.
You feel your cheeks heat up, but you step forward and give him a quick hug. As you pull away, you hear Jake's voice ring out, "Since when did you guys start dating?"
You glance over and see Jake looking at you both with wide eyes, and Heeseung is there too, watching intently along with the rest of the team. You quickly say goodbye to Jay, avoiding Jake's question.
"Bye, babe," Jay says jokingly, earning a narrow glare from you before you turn to leave.
As you walk away, you hear Jake ask Jay again, "Seriously, dude, what's going on?"
Jay just pats Jake's shoulder with a knowing grin, "Don't worry about it," He says, leaving Jake and the others looking dumbfounded as he jogs over to join the rest of the team for practice.
You walked to the school doors, your heart racing with embarrassment. The plan to make Heeseung notice you has officially begun, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what will happen next.
Later that day, you finally have a class with Jay. As you both settle into your seats, you decide to fill him in on the rest of your plan.
"So, here's the deal," You begin, pulling out your schedule, "These are my classes, and I need you to walk me to each of them."
Jay groans, leaning back in his chair, "Do I really have to do all of that?"
"Yes," You insist, "I pass by Heeseung a lot between classes, and he'll definitely notice if we're always together."
Jay rolls his eyes but eventually relents, "Whatever," he mutters, clearly not thrilled but willing to go along with it.
As the class begins, you find it hard to focus. Your mind keeps drifting to the plan and how it might play out. Will Heeseung really notice? And if he does, will he care? You glance over at Jay, who seems more interested in doodling in his notebook than paying attention to the lecture.
Despite his nonchalant attitude, you can't help but feel grateful that he's willing to help you out, even if it means going through the motions of fake dating.
The rest of the class passes in a blur as you continue to mull over your thoughts. By the time the bell rings, signaling the end of the period, you've resolved to stick to the plan and see it through. You gather your things and look over at Jay, who gives you a small nod.
"Ready for the next class?" He asks, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
"Yeah," You reply, feeling a renewed sense of determination. As you both walk out of the classroom holding hands, you noticed a lot of students whispering and looking at you guys. This was gonna be a lot tougher than you thought.
Jay walks you to your next class, and just as you're about to enter, you spot Heeseung walking past. Your heart leaps when he gives Jay a friendly smile. Then, Heeseung looks at you, and for a moment, everything seems to slow down. He nods, and you manage to return a nervous smile, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
Jay leaves with a casual wave, but not without giving a knowing smirk. You rolled your eyes and headed into the classroom, still replaying the brief interaction with Heeseung in your mind. You try to focus on your work, but your thoughts keep drifting back to that smile and nod. It feels like a small victory, a sign that your plan might actually be working.
When the bell rings, you gather your things and head to the cafeteria for lunch. You spot Kazuha sitting at your usual table and quickly make your way over to her.
"Hey, Kazuha," You say, sliding into the seat across from her. "You won't believe what just happened."
She looks up from her phone, curiosity piqued, "What happened?"
You recount the events of the morning, from Jay walking you to class to the moment with Heeseung. Kazuha listens intently, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I'm shocked Jay actually followed through," She says, shaking her head in disbelief.
You laugh, âYeah, well, he's doing it for a guitar. But I'm definitely going to get on his nerves with this."
Kazuha chuckles, "Just make sure you don't drive him too crazy, We still need him for the plan."
You nod, feeling a bit more confident, "Don't worry, I won't. But I have to admit, it's kind of fun seeing him so annoyed."
As you both continue to chat and eat lunch, you feel a sense of anticipation building. The plan is in motion, and with a little luck, Heeseung will notice you more and more. For now, though, you're just glad to have Kazuha by your side, sharing in the excitement and uncertainty of it all.
After school, you meet up with Jay, so he can drive you home. As you settle into the passenger seat, Jay starts talking about a party Jake is hosting that night.
"Hey, there's a party at Jake's tonight. Do you want to come?" Jay asks casually, glancing over at you.
Before you can answer, he adds, "Heeseung is gonna be there."
Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly say, "Yes, I'll come."
Jay nods, a small smile playing on his lips, "Great. I'll pick you up at eight."
He drops you off at your house, and you head inside, already thinking about what to wear. Knowing you take a while to get dressed, you decide to start getting ready right away. As you rummage through your closet, you text Jay to ask if Kazuha can come too. A few minutes later, your phone buzzes with his reply.
Jay: Sure, she can come.
You feel a bit more at ease knowing your friend will be there. You call her up and tell her and she says sheâll be there.
After what feels like an eternity of trying on different outfits and experimenting with your makeup, you finally settle on a look that makes you feel confident. Just as you finish, you hear a car horn outside.
You grab your things and head out to find Jay waiting for you. He looks up as you approach, and you notice a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"Do I look okay?" You ask, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious.
Jay gives you a once-over and nods, "You look fine," He says, though there's a hint of something more in his tone.
You smile, feeling a bit reassured, and hop into the car. As Jay drives to the party, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Tonight could be a turning point in your plan, you could only hope.
You and Jay finally make it to the party, and it's packed with people. The music is loud, and the atmosphere is electric. As you step inside, you see Jake making his way over to you. He dabs up Jay and then turns to you with a big smile.
"Glad you guys made it!" Jake shouts over the music.
You smile back, feeling a bit more relaxed. Jay suggests getting some drinks, and you follow him to the kitchen. As you chat and sip on your drinks, you suddenly spot Kazuha across the room. You wave her over and give her a big hug when she reaches you.
"Where's Heeseung?" Kazuha asks, glancing around.
You shrug, genuinely not knowing. Jay chimes in, "He might be in the living room."
"I'll go see," You say, eager to find him.
You make your way through the crowded house, but there's no sign of Heeseung in the living room. Just as you're about to turn back, you bump into someone. You look up and see Heeseung standing right in front of you.
"Oh, hey," He says, looking a bit surprised, "Where's Jay?"
"He's in the kitchen," You reply quickly. Then, thinking on your feet, you add, "I was just trying to get some fresh air.â
Heeseung nods and says, "Follow me."
Though you're unsure, you decide to follow him. You glance back, knowing Jay and Kazuha are waiting for you, but curiosity gets the better of you. Heeseung leads you through the house, and you can't help but wonder what he wants to talk about.
Heeseung leads you through the house, weaving past groups of people until you reach a quiet balcony. He gestures for you to go out first, and you step into the cool night air. Heeseung follows and sits down on one of the chairs, and you take a seat next to him.
He takes a sip of his drink and then looks at you, "So, what made you wanna date Jay?" He asks, his eyes searching yours.
You feel a pang of nervousness but manage to lie smoothly, "Oh, you know, he was always a handsome guy. And because we had a connection with the class we both chose, and it just felt right."
Heeseung hums thoughtfully and takes another sip of his drink, âHave you and him already had sex?" He asks casually.
You choke on your drink, coughing a bit before managing to say, "No, no, we havenât."
He chuckles softly, "I knew it."
Confused, you look at him and ask, "Why do you say that?"
Heeseung leans back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips, âBecause," He begins, "I can tell when Jay has sex with someone, he gets more clingy to them if you know what I mean. And to you, he stays quite far, and yet almost close. Unless, youâre a virgin and taking it slow?"
Your heart races as you try to process his words. The plan you and Jay concocted to make Heeseung notice you seems to be unraveling right before your eyes. The night air feels colder, and the anticipation of what Heeseung said hangs heavily between you.
But not only were you thinking that, you were also thinking about Heeseung referring you as a virgin. Which, he is not wrong. You are a virgin, and you arenât really proud to say that in front of him for some reason. You couldnât help but question wether Heeseung liked virgins. So, you decided to fuck it and ask.
âDo you like virgins?â You questioned, your voice tinged with curiosity. Heeseung averts his gaze to you. His narrow eyes making you nervous, but he just scoffed.
âTheyâre alright. I guess it could be exciting in bed, teaching them what to do. But I prefer an experienced person. Because they know what they're doing in bed, and thatâs a turn on.â He replied. You felt your mouth parting. Heeseung liked experienced people. And you were nowhere near experienced. You havenât even had your first kiss.
You slowly nodded your head, âThat's interesting.â You muttered and sipped your drink.
Heeseung let out a low chuckle, âSo are you a virgin?â
You gulped harshly and stared down. You felt the air getting hotter and thatâs when you decided to just lie, âNo. I already had sex with someone.â
Heeseung whistled and leaned in closer to you, âL/n Y/n already had sex? Wonder who if itâs not Jay.â He joked. You let out a nervous laugh.
Before you could say something else, the glass door slid open revealing Jay. He catches you and Heeseung on the balcony, his eyes narrowing slightly, "I've been looking for you," He says, his gaze shifting between you and Heeseung, âAm I interrupting something?"
Heeseung smirks at you before standing up, "No, not at all," He replies smoothly, "I'll leave you two alone." With that, he walks back inside, leaving you and Jay alone on the balcony.
You remain quiet, the weight of the conversation with Heeseung still fresh in your mind. Jay looks at you with concern, âAre you okay?" He asks gently.
You force a small smile and nod, "Yeah, I'm just tired. I think I want to go home."
Jay nods understandingly, âOkay, let's go."
You both make your way back through the house, saying goodbye to your friends. You stop by Kazuha and tell her, "I'll text you when I get home."
She nods and waves, "Drive safe!"
As you and Jay get into the car, the silence feels heavy. Jay starts driving, and you suddenly blurt out, "Jay, about Heeseung..."
He glances at you briefly before focusing back on the road, "What about him?"
You hesitate, unsure of how to express the confusion and emotions swirling inside you. The plan to make Heeseung notice you has taken an unexpected turn, and you're not sure if you can ask Jay a personal question. You finally took a deep breath and faced Jay.
âCan you take my virginity?â
Jay slams the brakes, causing the car to jolt to a sudden stop. He stares at you in shock, his eyes wide, âWhat?" He says loudly, making you flinch.
You take another deep breath and repeat, "Can you take my virginity?â
Jay takes a moment to process your words, then tells you, "Wait a second." He pulls over to the side of the road and turns to face you fully, "What's wrong? What did you and Heeseung talk about?"
You bite your lip and explain everything to himâthe plan to make Heeseung notice you, the unexpected feelings that surfaced, and the confusion you're feeling now. Jay just stares at you, taking it all in. He sighs deeply and says, "You should wait for the right person."
You shake your head, feeling a surge of determination, "I want it to be with you, Jay."
Jay thinks for a long minute, his expression serious. Finally, he asks, "Are you sure?"
You nod confidently, "Yes."
"When?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Today," You reply firmly, "Come inside my house."
Jay takes a deep breath and starts the car again. The drive to your house is filled with a charged silence, both of you processing the gravity of what was just said.
As you pull into your driveway, you feel a mix of nervousness. Jay parks the car and turns to you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, you both step out of the car, heading to your door.
Jay follows you inside your house, and you both take off your shoes and jackets, placing them neatly by the door. Jay glances around and asks, "Before we do anything, is your mom home?"
You shake your head, "No, she's on a business trip."
Jay nods, seeming to relax a bit. "Are you thirsty?" You ask, trying to break the tension.
He shakes his head, "No, I'm good."
You lead him up to your room, and he takes a moment to examine it, looking at the posters on the walls and the books on your shelves. You sit on your bed, feeling the weight of the moment.
Jay turns to you and asks, "Have you changed your mind at all?"
You look him straight in the eyes and say firmly, "No."
Jay nods, taking a deep breath. The room is filled with a charged silence, the air thick with anticipation. He moves closer, sitting beside you on the bed, his expression serious and thoughtful.
âYou said no kissing, right?â He asks. You slowly nodded your head, but his lips did look kissable right now.
âThen this is gonna be somewhat awkward then.â He admits. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck.
âJ-Just start somewhere, please.â You whisper. Jay cursed and wrapped his hands firmly on your waist. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to do something.
You gasped when you suddenly felt his soft lips on your neck. It started off slow, his lips moving along your neck, giving it pecks here and there. You leaned your head more back to grant him access.
You felt his lips form a grin before he opened his mouth and gave you a gentle bite on your neck, giving it a soft suck. You let out breathy sighs feeling him getting a bit harsher and pushed you back. His lips never leave your neck.
He sucked all around your neck and jaw. You wrapped your legs around his waist and bucked. He let out a growl and pushed your hips back making you whine. He faced you and lowered his eyes to your lips that were parted. God, did he want to make them plump and red.
Instead of doing it, he went to your chest and kissed it. He slowly traced your back before unzipping the back of your dress. You felt nervous and urgent, lifting yourself up a bit to let your dress come off. You took the straps off revealing your bra and underwear.
You shyly bit your finger as Jay stared. You couldnât help but feel his eyes wandering around your whole body like hands. He suddenly lifted a hand to fondle with your breast making you let out a gasp and eyes closed shut. His other hand rubbing your cloth core.
You moaned and squirmed against his hold, trying to get away, but he held you down.
âJust relax pretty.â He whispered in your ear. You nodded your head although your breathing was saying otherwise. Jay felt your wet pussy clenching around nothing making him chuckle. You really were urgent.
He unclasped your bra revealing your perky breasts. He leaned down and flicked his tongue against one of your breasts causing you to grip his soft jet black hair, âah- jay!â You cried out.
The flicking soon turned into sucking harshly. You snaked, not knowing what to do yourself. He gave attention to the other one by fondling it.
Your breathing was ragged and breathless. Your eyes were teary, and he didnât even put his dick in yet. You guessed you now knew what Heeseung meant by experienced people who are better in bed.
Jay lets go of your breast and leans over your cloth pussy. He planted soft kisses and put your legs over his shoulders, pulling you softly against his body. He moved your panties to the side revealing your slick pussy. You tried to close your legs in embarrassment, but he forced them back open.
âDonât be shy now. You wanted this, remember?â He teased. You let out a quiet whine. It all went too fast when you suddenly felt a hot wet sensation licking your pussy slow. Your eyes rolled back, feeling Jay's tongue going deep in your pussy and sucking on your bud. Your moans could no longer be held back, letting them out freely for the neighbors to hear.
âJ-Jay ah- wait!â You cried out feeling your orgasm coming faster than you anticipated. Jay didnât stop, feeling your pussy tighten and open and before he knew it too, his tongue was getting covered by your juices. You shook lightly and jerked when he flicked his tongue on your bud teasingly.
He latched his mouth off your pussy and licked his lips while staring at you breathing deeply. Jay loved the view, your hair messy, eyes teary, mouth agape with saliva trailing down, mascara streaks on your cheeks. He wanted to ruin you more.
As he took off his shirt, you noticed his body was pretty toned. Youâd have to ask him later if he workout often. He took off his pants with his boxers finally revealing his dick. You gasp at his size. Is that even gonna fit? You gulped nervously.
Jay noticed your face and smiled, âItâs okay, Iâll go slow. For now.â He said. You nodded and slowly put your hand on your pussy, opening your folds to let Jay see your hole.
Jay's eyes widened at your sudden confidence for a second before his eyes turned dark, âSomeone getting confident? I should lower that.â He mumbled. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned over you and positioned his dick at your hole and slowly pushed in.
You felt the air get knocked out your lungs and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. You squeezed around him tightly making him hiss, âShit, relax will you?â He complained.
âI-Itâs not my fault you suddenly did that!â You snapped, still feeling pain. Slowly, you tried to relax your breathing and soon enough, he was fully in.
You let out a ragged breath feeling him in you. He felt so big and you felt so full. Jay watched your face, making sure he wasnât hurting you in any way. He knows heâs big.
âM-Move.â You panted. Jay nodded even though you probably didnât see him and slowly he moved. He kept a slow steady pace, watching your every move and facials. He saw your eyebrows furrow and you lolled your head back.
Thatâs when Jay started going at a faster pace and soon you both were moaning and panting against each other. Both of your bodies are sweaty and sticking together. The sound of skin slapping, the bed creaking, and your unison moans were heard all over your room.
Jay gripped your waist and lifted his upper body up, leaving you to clench your sheets as he thrusted up into you. You felt your eyes roll back feeling his mushroom tip hit against just the right spots.
Jay groaned, feeling you squeezing around him. He felt his orgasm coming quicker than usual. Probably considering he hasnât had sex in a while or your pussy just felt too good. He thinks itâs the second one.
You felt your orgasm coming and whimpered, âI-I think Iâm c-cumming- hah!â You moaned and shut your eyes. Jay let out a breathy laugh and slowed down his thrusting, going harder and deeper. And thatâs when your orgasm came.
You let out a silent moan feeling him still thrusting into you hard. You squirmed harshly and overstimulated before he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach, his cum spurting out on you.
You both panted at the intense orgasm before Jay got off your bed and went to your bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and slowly cleaned you up. Your breathing calmed feeling him lay beside you and rubbing your back softly.
âI canât believe we had sex.â You said. Jay snorted and leaned on his hand.
âYouâre just now thinking that? I canât believe you wanted me to be your first.â He admitted. You stared at him before giggling. You both soon started laughing together.
You suddenly felt your eyes get droopy and yawned. Jay noticed and smiled, âYou can sleep.â
You pouted, âAre you leaving?â
He shook his head, âI can stay a while longer if you want me too.â You nodded and cuddled against his warm body. He held your waist, seeing your eyes finally closing and hearing soft snores leave your mouth.
He slowly leaned in, but stopped. He has to stick with the plan. He furrowed his eyebrows and slowly got off your bed, putting your blanket over your naked body. He got dressed and gave you one last look before softly shutting your door.
The next morning, you wake up with a start, realizing you're late for school. You quickly grab your phone and call Jay. His groggy voice answers, confirming he also overslept.
"Hey, you awake?" You ask, still feeling the remnants of sleep.
âYeah, just woke up," Jay replies, his voice thick with sleep. You giggled hearing his tired voice. You heard a slight hum from him.
âWeâre late Jay.â You said, not sure if he knows. It takes a few seconds before he finally understand and curses, saying heâll pick you up soon.
You quickly get dressed in your uniform, noticing a slight soreness from the previous day. You get a text from Jay and you rush outside to find Jay already waiting in his car. You hop in, and he gives you a sympathetic look.
"Rough morning, huh?" He says with a small smile.
"Yeah, you could say that," You reply, buckling your seatbelt.
The drive to school is quick, both of you silently cursing your luck for waking up late. Jay pulls into the school parking lot and parks the car, "I'll see you later," He says, giving you a reassuring nod as you head to your class.
You walk into your classroom, feeling the eyes of your classmates on you. Your teacher looks up from her desk and says, "You're late."
You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you mumble an apology and quickly take your seat. You start to work, trying to focus on the lesson and ignore the feeling of everyone's eyes on you.
Class went by fast as you quickly pack your stuff and heading out the hallway only to bump into someone, âAgh! Sorry! I wasnât looking-â Your eyes widened seeing Heeseung.
He gave you a knowing grin, âSomeone looks like they didnât get good sleep last night.â
You blushed and shook your head, âI just stayed up late studying! T-Thatâs all!â You ranted. Heeseung chuckled and leaned near your space, feeling his hot breath on you.
âItâs okay to be honest. I know what you did.â He said before leaning back, walking past you. You stared into nowhere where he was just at, your eyes wide. Does he really know? Did Jay tell him?
As you looked around you finally caught a glimpse of Jay walking towards you, âHey, sorry for the wait. Jake was nagging-â
âDid you tell Heeseung what we did?â You ask, feeling nervous. Jay eyebrows furrowed.
âUh, no? Why?â He replied. You shook your head, ignoring his question. You say never mind as you both head to your next class. You were now hoping Heeseung was just joking.
Class went by smoothly with Jay by your side. Both of you partners for an upcoming project. When it's finally lunch, you meet Kazuha in the cafeteria. She takes one look at you and asks, "Are you okay? You look like you're constipated."
You glare at her, feeling a mix of irritation and embarrassment, âGee, thanks for the concern," You reply sarcastically. You then let out a sigh, âDonât freak out, but I had sex with Jay last night.â
Kazuha raises an eyebrow for a few seconds before yelling, âYou had sex with who?â She shouts.
It catches you completely off guard. You can't help but let out a yell, drawing the attention of nearby students hearing you guys yell, âShhh! Be quiet!" You hiss, trying to calm the situation.
"Why?" Kazuha asks, genuinely curious.
You lean in closer and whisper, "It's because of Heeseung."
Kazuha's eyes widen in surprise. "Wait, was it good?" She asks, a smirk forming on her lips.
You nod, a small smile playing on your face, âYeah, it was really good."
Kazuha chuckles, shaking her head. "As expected of Jay," She says, and you both burst into laughter.
As lunch comes to an end, Kazuha turns to you and asks, "Hey, do you want to hang out at my house after school?"
You smile and nod. "Yeah, that sounds great."
After school, you find Jay near the parking lot and tell him, "Hey, I'm gonna ride with Kazuha today."
Jay nods, looking relieved. "Good, I have basketball practice and didn't want you waiting around for me."
You smile and wave, "Bye, Jay. See you later!"
You head over to Kazuha, who is waiting by her car, "Ready to go?" She asks with a grin.
"Yeah, let's go," You reply, hopping into her car.
As you drive to Kazuha's house, she mentions, "There's gonna be a basketball game soon. Are you gonna go?"
You hesitate for a moment before saying, "Maybe." In truth, you know you're definitely going because Heeseung is playing. But as your mind wanders, you also think about Jay and quickly shake off the thought.
Once you arrive at Kazuha's house, you both decide to make cookies. The kitchen fills with the sweet aroma of baking as you mix ingredients and laugh about the day's events. After the cookies are in the oven, you settle down in the living room to watch some romance movies.
You both get completely absorbed in the films, crying at the sad parts and cheering at the happy endings. The evening flies by in a mix of emotions and laughter.
By the time the cookies are ready, you both enjoy the warm, gooey treats while discussing the characters and plot twists. It's a perfect way to unwind and forget about the day's drama, even if just for a little while.
As you and Kazuha were gossiping, Kazuha asks you a question that catches you off guard, âSo, you and Jay huh? You like him?â She asks. You stare at her confused.
âWhat are you talking about? I donât like him.â You say, although for some reason you felt your heart race. Kazuha grins and playfully pushes you.
âThen why out of all people would you want him to take your virginity?â She adds. You thought for a moment.
âBecause, I donât know. I just felt comfortable with him.â You admitted. Kazuha stares at you for a moment before nodding.
âYou like Heeseung, not Jay.â She said. And for some reason, that statement felt weird to you.
Before you could speak, you suddenly felt your phone vibrate and curiously looked at the caller ID. It was Jay. You answered while laughing at what Kazuha said about his photo you saved of him.
âHey, whatâs up?â You ask while taking a bite out of your cookie.
âI got done with practice. Was just wondering if you need a ride back home.â He admitted. You let out a hum and looked over at Kazuha before answering.
âYeah thatâs fine.â You beamed.
âAlright, send me the address and Iâll be on my way.â He spoke. You said okay and hung up.
Jay arrives at Kazuha's house and you give Kazuha a big hug and say, "Thanks for today, it was so much fun! See you later!"
"Anytime! Bye!" Kazuha waves as you head to Jay's car.
You slide into the passenger seat and start chatting about your day, "Kazuha and I made cookies and watched some romance movies. We cried so much at the endings!"
Jay listens attentively, a small smile playing on his lips. Suddenly, he reaches over and swipes something off your lips with his thumb, âYou had a bit of chocolate there," He says, licking his fingers, "Next time, make some for me too."
You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up, âOkay, I will," You mumble, a shy smile forming on your face.
The rest of the ride is filled with comfortable silence, and soon enough, you arrive at your house. You turn to Jay and say, "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow!"
âAnytime," Jay replies with a wink, "Goodnight."
You giggled and stepped out of the car, heading inside, your heart fluttering from the unexpected moment. You gripped your shirt. What is wrong with you?
Once you came inside, you decided to take a shower to relax. After finishing your shower, you wrap yourself in a cozy towel and head to your room. Just as you're about to get dressed, your phone rings. It's Jay calling. You quickly answer, "Hey, Jay. What's up?"
"Hey, are you going to the basketball game tomorrow?" He asks, sounding eager.
âYeah, I am," You reply, smiling to yourself.
"Great! Maybe we can hang out after?" He suggests. You giggle how happy he sounded.
"Sure, sounds fun," You say, feeling a flutter in your stomach at his idea. As the conversation continues, you both start chatting about random things, laughing as he talks about Jake and Sunghoon play fighting at practice.
Suddenly, a memory of what happened in your room with Jay flashes in your mind, and you can't help but blush. Your words start to stumble, and you stutter, "Um, uh, yeah... funny, um..."
Jay's tone shifts to concern, âHey, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing," You quickly reply, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
There's a brief silence on the other end before Jay says, "Is this about your bedroom?"
His words shock you, how the hell did he know? You then responded a little too fast, "No!"
Jay chuckles softly, "You sure? You sound pretty flustered."
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, "I'm fine, really.â
Silence was left on the other side, you nervously gulped, âJay?â
No answer. You felt nervousness creep on you. Shit, what if he found it weird that you were thinking dirty? As you were about to say something, Jay cut you to it.
âDo you finger yourself?â He suddenly asked. You felt your breathing stop.
âW-What?â You ask. Jay let out a low breath. You could tell he was holding himself back. You werenât sure from what though.
âI said, do you finger yourself? When youâre alone at home.â He asks again, but adding on. You felt your cheeks heat up and twirled your hair nervously. You wouldnât say you do, but you thought of it more than once.
âN-Not really? I-I mean I think about it, but I donât do it.â You admit. You heard a chuckle in the other line.
âWhy not do it now that Iâm on call with you?â He suddenly said, you blinked. He wants you to finger yourself, while heâs on call with you?
âHow does that work?â You mumbled. Jay hummed and you heard rustling on the other line, as if he was getting comfy.
âSimple. You just finger yourself while Iâm on call with you. Either you just do it alone, or I can guide you through while saying stuff to you. I might jerk off though.â He states. You thought for a moment, how is that simple? Youâre gonna finger yourself on call with him? And heâs gonna jerk off? Itâs already hard enough to talk through calls.
Jay noticed your quietness, âYou donât have too. It was just something to occupy ourselves-â
âOkay. Iâll do it.â You shyly said. Jay made a noise, as if he was surprised you actually said okay before he chuckled.
Jay's voice comes through the phone, "Are you on your bed right now?"
You glance around and realize you're still standing by your dresser, âUh, no, not yet," You admit, feeling a bit flustered.
"Go to it," He instructs, his voice gentle but firm.
You walk over to your bed and sit down, the soft mattress sinking slightly under your weight, âOkay, I'm on my bed now."
"Good," Jay says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, "Now, I want you to lie down and relax."
You feel a wave of nervousness wash over you but comply, lying down and staring at the ceiling, "Alright, I'm lying down."
"Perfect," He continues, âNow, I want you to close your eyes and just listen to my voice. Let me do all the talking, okay?"
You nod, even though he can't see you, "Okay," You say softly, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
âI want you to take deep breaths, remember how I felt against you that night.â He spoke softly. You let out a anxious sigh and remembered that night. How his tongue felt against you. His hands move so smoothly against your skin. His lips were plump and soft when he was kissing and sucking your neck.
Slowly, you lower your hand to your pussy and softly rub your bud. You let out a gasp and let out a quiet moan. You heard a sigh coming from Jay and heard ruffling against the line.
âW-What are you doing?â You breathed out, still rubbing your bud.
âMind if I jerk off?â He casually said. You bit your lip and nodded before you replied yes. You cursed at yourself for being distracted. You heard the pants of Jays unzip fast and heard a soft hiss.
âWhat do I do now?â You muttered.
âNow imagine me between your legs, use your fingers and rub your folds. Then add a finger in. You can do that, yeah?â He breathed out. You let out a high moan listening to what heâs saying.
You rubbed your folds at a natural pace, feeling your juices squelching. You're sure Jay can hear because you heard a low groan from him and hearing skin slapping of his balls and his hand.
You imagined him laying on his bed, one phone in his hand while the other is wrapped around his hard dick. His body starts to sweat as his breathing gets uneven.
You shoved a finger in your hole and arched your back, letting out a pained moan. You forgot how tight you were. You slowly relaxed your breathing, remembering Jayâs voice when he told you too. Soon you started feeling pleasure and started fingering faster.
You forgot Jay was on the other line until you heard him letting out moans himself and hearing squelchy noises. You bit your lip and panted feeling an orgasm coming.
âJ-Jay, want you in me.â You whispered. You added a second finger and cried out.
âF-Fuck! Yeah, want me in you? Want my dick to ruin your tight pussy?â He snapped. You nodded your head frantically even though he couldn't see you and came right on your fingers. You then heard Jay cursing one last time before hearing him breathe in and out unevenly.
After a few seconds you let out a giggle, "You were really good at this," you murmur, feeling a bit shy.
"Really? Itâs my first time having phone sex," Jay replies, his voice filled with warmth and lust. Your eyes widened a little. You were his first phone sex? You felt a bit of pride knowing you were his first before chuckling.
âFor some reason that makes me happy to hear.â You admit. You heard Jay chuckling and heard a yawn.
âIf youâre tired, go to sleep. Iâll see you tomorrow.â You mumbled. Jay hummed before saying bye and hanging up after you said bye. You laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You canât believe you had phone sex with him.
The next morning, you were already dressed for school. You twirled a little to make sure you look good. With a small smile, you grab your backpack and head out the door, making your way to Jay's car.
Jay is leaning against his car, waiting for you with a playful grin on his face, "Morning, sleepyhead. How'd you sleep after our little chat last night?" He teases.
You feel your cheeks heat up as you remember the night before, âShut up, Jay," You mutter, trying to hide your embarrassment.
He just laughs, clearly enjoying your reaction, "Come on, let's get to school."
The drive is filled with light banter, and soon enough, you pull into the school parking lot. As you step out of the car, you suddenly spot Heeseung standing near the entrance, looking around as if he's waiting for someone.
You exchange a confused glance with Jay, who just shrugs, "What's Heeseung doing here?" You wonder aloud.
Before Jay can respond, Heeseung spots you guys and walks over to you guys, "Hey, I just got here and thought I'd walk to first period with you," He says, looking directly at you.
You feel your heart skip a beat and your face flushes, "O-Okay," You stammer, before Jay has a chance to say anything.
Jay raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment, simply giving you a knowing look. The three of you start walking together, and you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.
As you walk, you catch Jay's amused expression out of the corner of your eye, but he remains silent, letting you enjoy the moment with Heeseung. What you donât know though, is the swirling jealousy he feels too.
The school day flew by in a blur. Classes with Jay were the usual mix of teasing and casual conversation, nothing out of the ordinary. Lunchtime with Kazuha was also routine, filled with chatter about assignments and weekend plans. Before you knew it, the end of the school day approached, and you and Kazuha started getting ready for the basketball game.
As you enter the gym, the familiar sounds of sneakers squeaking on the floor and basketballs bouncing fill the air. You spot Jay practicing with his team, his focus intense. When he notices you, he breaks into a wide smile, and you can't help but smile back.
But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Heeseung staring at you. His gaze is intense, almost as if he's trying to figure something out. The moment your eyes meet, he quickly looks away, leaving you feeling puzzled and a little flustered.
"Hey, the game's about to start," Kazuha's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn to her, nodding as you push the confusing encounter with Heeseung to the back of your mind. Together, you find your seats and settle in, ready to cheer for the team.
The game was in full swing, and it was hard to tell which team would come out on top. You and Kazuha were on the edge of your seats, cheering enthusiastically along with the other spectators. Every basket, every pass, and every block were followed by shouts and applause from the crowd.
The score was tied, and the tension in the air was palpable. Jay was on the court, focused and determined. Every time he got the ball, the gym filled with excitement. The crowd roared, and you and Kazuha were no exception, shouting his name and clapping vigorously.
Finally, in the last few seconds of the game, Jay received the ball and, with an impressive maneuver, scored the final point. The sound of the whistle marked the end of the game, and the gym erupted in cheers. Your team had won.
You jumped out of your seat along with everyone else, clapping and shouting with joy. Jay, drenched in sweat but with a triumphant smile, looked over to where you were. He raised a finger, signaling number one, and you smiled back at him, feeling incredibly proud.
After the game, the gym began to empty out. Some people left, while others stayed behind to talk to the teammates. You noticed Jake and his girlfriend chatting near the bleachers. As you were watching them, someone suddenly jumped from behind you, making you jump in surprise. You thought it was Jay, but when you turned around, you saw it was Heeseung.
"How did I do?" Heeseung asked with a playful smile.
Out of kindness and sincerely, you responded, "You did amazing." Your heart leaped when he smiled at you, his eyes lighting up with genuine appreciation.
"Jay's in the locker room changing," Heeseung informed you.
âOkay," you replied, feeling a mix of emotions.
Heeseung seemed like he was about to ask you something, but before he could, Jay appeared, interrupting the moment.
âHey, ready to go?â He asked. Heeseung closed his mouth and offered a grin to Jay. You nodded your head, but also confused about what Heeseung was gonna say.
âWhat were you gonna say Heeseung?â You said. Heeseung stared at you but then shook his head.
âNothing. Have fun you two.â He teased before turning away and leaving to his other teammates.
You look over at Jay and shrugged. You both walked out while saying bye to the team. As you guys walked to his car, you couldnât help but feel happy that they won.
âYou guys did amazing! I mean especially with you! You did amazing out there Jay.â You smiled. Jay stared at you for a second before facing you. Your smile faltered a bit. Is he okay? You watched as he slowly started leaning in. You didnât know what to do, but slowly, you closed your eyes.
And yet, nothing came. You opened your eyes to see that Jay was backed up and just stared at the ground, âIâll drop you off home.â He spoke before going towards his car. You watched frozen. Were you actually gonna let him kiss you?
The car ride was filled with an awkward silence, both of you thinking about the incident where he almost kissed you. The tension was palpable, and neither of you knew how to break it.
When you finally reached your house, you turned to him and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah," He replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"Congrats on the win, one more time," You added before getting out of the car.
"Thanks," Jay said, giving you a small smile.
You shut the door behind you and let out a sigh you didnât know you were holding in. You made your way to your room, your mind racing. As you lay on your bed, you couldn't help but think about your feelings for Jay.
Maybe it was because you guys had spent so much time together recently, or maybe it was sex. Whatever it was, it had you feeling confused and unsure about what to do next. It didnât matter though. You liked Heeseung and only Heeseung. Jay is just there to help.
It was getting dark when you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. Groggily, you reached over and answered it.
"Hello?" You mumbled, still half-asleep.
"Hey, were you sleeping?" Jay's familiar voice came through the line.
"Yeah, I was," You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight. Since we won and all," Jay said, sounding a bit excited. "This time, Heeseung is hosting it."
You thought about it for a moment, considering the invitation. The idea of seeing Heeseung again made your heart race a little, but you also felt a bit nervous about the whole thing. After a brief hesitation, you decided to go for it.
"Sure, why not," You said, trying to sound more awake and enthusiastic.
"Okay, I'll pick you up soon," Jay responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
You hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed, heading to your closet to find something to wear. As you got dressed, you couldn't help but think about your feelings with everything. Maybe the party wonât hurt.
As you finished getting dressed you got a text from Jay saying he was here. You grabbed your jacket and headed to his car. The drive was filled with chatting about random things.
Once you and Jay arrived at the party, the atmosphere was buzzing with energy. As you walked inside, you saw people dancing to the music. You turned to Jay and asked, "Do you want to dance for fun?"
"Sure," Jay replied with a smile.
Both of you joined the crowd and started moving to the beat of the music. You felt carefree and happy, enjoying the moment with Jay. Jay grabbed your waist and moved with you. You felt your heart beating faster and stared at him before smiling.
After a while, Jay leaned in and said, "I'm going to get some drinks. Do you want anything?"
"Okay, thanks," You responded, and Jay walked away toward the drinks table.
You continued dancing, letting the music take over. Suddenly, you felt someone behind you. Turning around, you saw Heeseung, which made you jump a little.
"You scared me!" You exclaimed, placing a hand on your chest.
"Sorry," Heeseung said with a grin, "Do you want to go somewhere so we can talk?"
You glanced around, looking for Jay, and told Heeseung, "I'm waiting for Jay."
"Oh, you're with Jay? I thought you guys broke up or something cause heâs with another girl," Heeseung said, pointing towards the drinks table.
Your eyebrows furrowed before you look over. There, Jay was standing with a cup in his hand, but another girl was talking to him. She laughed and touched up his arm and he let her. He seemed to be laughing too. For some reason, you felt a pang of hurt in your chest upon hearing that. Still, you nodded and said, "Okay, let's go."
Heeseung led you to a room upstairs. As you walked in, you looked around, examining the space. It was a cozy and well-decorated room.
"This is my room," Heeseung said, watching you, "I never let people in here. You're the first."
You felt surprised and a bit special hearing that, wondering what Heeseung wanted to tell you in private. So, you sat next to him.
You took a deep breath and turned to Heeseung, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
Heeseung looked at you intently, his expression serious, "I wanted to ask you something," He began, "Are you and Jay really dating? Because it looks real, but not real enough to me."
You felt your heart race at his question. You were at a loss for words, trying to find a way to cover up the fake dating situation, "Uh, yeah, we are," you stammered, but Heeseung's piercing gaze told you he wasn't convinced.
"I can tell it's fake," He said softly, stepping closer to you. You stare down. You then felt a hand come up to your cheek, "If your relationship is not real, is it okay if I do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you. You could taste the faint hint of alcohol on his lips, and your mind went blank, not knowing how to react.
Just then, the door swung open, and you saw Jay standing there, his eyes wide with surprise, "Jay, I can explain," You blurted out, panic rising in your chest.
Jay held up a hand, cutting you off, "It's fine," He said, a strange look in his eyes, "You finally got him." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Heeseung alone.
Heeseung looked confused, trying to process what Jay meant. But you couldn't stay any longer. You had to go after Jay, "I need to go," you said to Heeseung, rushing out of the room to find Jay and explain everything.
You rushed out of the room, your heart pounding as you pushed past people at the party. The music and chatter seemed like a distant hum as you focused solely on finding Jay. You finally spotted him near the exit, and you quickened your pace, calling out his name, âJay, wait!"
He stopped and turned around, his expression unreadable. You caught up to him, breathless, "I didn't know what to do," You said, your voice trembling, âI didn't expect Heeseung to kiss me."
Jay looked at you, his eyes hardening, "Why are you so scared? Our relationship didn't mean anything," He said flatly.
His words stung, and you felt a pang of hurt. "Be honest with me, Jay," You demanded, your voice breaking, âDo you like me?"
There was a heavy silence as he looked at you, his face devoid of emotion. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, "I never did."
You stood there, stunned, as he turned and walked towards his car. You watched him drive away, feeling a lump form in your throat. For some odd reason, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you stood there, heartbroken and alone.
You wiped your teary eyes, trying to compose yourself before heading back inside. The party was still in full swing, but everything felt different now. You spotted Heeseung across the room and made your way over to him, your heart heavy with mixed emotions.
Heeseung noticed you immediately, concern etched on his face, "Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly.
You ignored his question, your mind racing, "Heeseung, do you like me?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Heeseung looked at you, his eyes sincere, "I do," He said, "I really like you. And I want to make it official, if that's okay with you."
A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded, "Yes, Heeseung. I'd like that."
Heeseung's face lit up with relief and happiness. He pulled you into a warm hug, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. But as he kissed you, something felt off. The kiss was gentle and sweet, but it didn't stir the emotions you expected. There was a hollowness, a sense that something was missing.
You pulled away slightly, looking into Heeseung's eyes. He smiled at you, completely unaware of the turmoil inside you. You forced a smile back, trying to push away the lingering doubts. For now, you were with Heeseung, and that was what mattered.
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Half asleep, you glanced at the screen and, for a moment, thought it was Jay. But when you saw Heeseung's name, you remembered giving him your number the night before.
"Hello," You answered, trying to sound awake.
"Good morning," Heeseung replied cheerfully, "Can I pick you up? I'd like to take you to school."
"Sure," You said, sending him your address. You got out of bed and started getting ready, but something didn't feel right.
As you brushed your hair and picked out your clothes, you couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel if it were Jay calling you. The idea of hearing his voice on the other line filled you with a mix of nostalgia and sadness.
Finally, you were ready and went downstairs to wait for Heeseung. As you waited, you couldn't help but feel that something was missing. The excitement and spark you felt with Jay weren't there. But you tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the present.
When Heeseung arrived, he greeted you with a big smile and a warm hug. You got into his car, trying to leave your doubts behind and enjoy the moment. But deep down, you couldn't ignore the feeling that something just didn't quite fit.
Heeseung drove you to school, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the streets. As you pulled into the parking lot, you noticed students glancing your way. Whispers and curious looks followed you both as you walked through the halls. It seemed like everyone had heard about you and Jay, and now seeing you with Heeseung was stirring up even more gossip.
You tried to ignore the stares and focused on Heeseung, who was chatting with you about the upcoming day. His presence was comforting, but the curious eyes around you made it hard to relax. As you reached your classroom, Heeseung turned to you with a smile.
"I'll see you later," He said, giving you a quick wave before heading off to his own class.
"Bye," You replied, watching him go. You took a deep breath and stepped into the classroom, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched.
The morning passed by in a blur of classes and assignments. What surprised you is that you didnât see Jay in your second period. You just assumed he didnât wanna see you.
When lunchtime finally arrived, you were gathering your things when Heeseung appeared at your classroom door.
âHey, do you want to eat lunch with me, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon?" He asked casually.
At the mention of Jay's name, you froze for a moment. Your mind raced, but you forced a smile and nodded, "Sure, that sounds great."
You shoot Kazuha a text before following Heeseung to the cafeteria, your heart pounding a little faster with each step. When you reached the table, you noticed Jay wasn't there. Jake and Sunghoon greeted you both with smiles, but you couldn't help but wonder where Jay was.
"Where's Jay?" Heeseung asked, looking around.
Sunghoon shrugged, "I called him, but he said he didn't want to come to school today."
Heeseung seemed to brush it off, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. As you sat down and joined the conversation, your thoughts kept drifting back to Jay. Why hadn't he come to school? The question lingered in your mind, even as you tried to focus on the friends around you.
After school, you approached Heeseung and told him you were going shopping with Kazuha and that she would give you a ride. Heeseung nodded and smiled at you.
"Okay, Iâll call you later," He said, waving goodbye.
You walked over to Kazuha, who was waiting for you in her car. Seeing you, she frowned with concern.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit down lately, even though you got Heeseung in the end," Kazuha commented as you got into the car.
"Yeah, I'm fine," You replied, trying to sound convincing.
The drive to the mall was quiet, with Kazuha chatting about the latest news while you nodded distractedly. When you arrived, Kazuha followed you as you walked towards a guitar shop.
"What are we doing here?" She asked, visibly confused.
Without responding, you headed straight to the guitar section and picked out an expensive guitar that you knew Jay had always wanted. Kazuha looked at you with wide eyes as you paid for it.
"Why did you buy that?" She asked, still in shock.
"I promised Jay I'd give him the guitar he always wanted," You explained, remembering the promise you had made.
Kazuha nodded slowly, recalling, "You're a good person," She said softly.
But inside, you couldn't help but feel differently. As you both left the store, you felt the guitar in your hands, and a weight in your heart.
For the past few days, you had been spending a lot of time with Heeseung. Everything seemed perfect, but you couldn't help but notice how distant Jay had become.
He barely acknowledged you in class, and it felt like he was avoiding both you and Heeseung. The once warm and friendly interactions had turned cold and distant, leaving you feeling uneasy.
One morning, as you finished your first period, Heeseung approached you with a smile, "Hey, did you know it's Jay's birthday today?" He asked casually.
You nodded, feeling a pang of sadness, "Yeah, I know," You replied.
"Well, he's having a small get-together after school, and he said you should come too," Heeseung continued, watching your reaction.
You were taken aback, "He said that?" You asked, surprised. Given how Jay had been ignoring you lately, you found it hard to believe he would want you at his birthday celebration.
"Yeah, he did. He said it's fine," Heeseung reassured you, sensing your hesitation.
You were still skeptical but decided to trust Heeseung, "Okay, I'll come," You agreed, hoping that maybe this could be a chance to mend things with Jay.
The school day passed slowly, with Jay continuing to ignore you in class. The tension was palpable, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. When the final bell rang, you met up with Heeseung, who seemed excited about the party.
As you and Heeseung drove to Jay's house together, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. There was a part of you that was nervous about seeing Jay, but another part that hoped this could be a turning point. When you arrived, you were greeted by a few of Jay's close friends, but Jay himself was nowhere to be seen.
Heeseung led you inside, and after a few minutes, Jay finally appeared. He looked surprised to see you but didn't say anything. Instead, he just gave you a small nod before turning his attention to Heeseung.
The party went on, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. Jay's distant behavior was confusing, and you wondered if coming here was a mistake.
However, as the night progressed, you noticed Jay stealing glances at you, almost as if he was trying to figure out what to say.
Finally, as the party was winding down, you decided it was time to give Jay his gift. Nervously, you approached him and handed him the case, "Happy birthday, Jay," You said softly.
Jay's eyes widened in surprise as he opened the case and saw the guitar, "You actually got this for me?" He asked, clearly stunned.
You nodded, "Yeah, I did. It's the least I could do after you helped me get Heeseung."
Jay looked at you, his expression softening, "I can't take this," He said, shaking his head.
"Please, take it. You deserve it," You insisted.
Jay finally accepted the guitar, his eyes filled with gratitude, "Thank you," He said sincerely.
You just smiled and went back to Heeseung, feeling a mix of emotions. Soon, the party ended, and as you and Heeseung were leaving, Jay called out, "Take care."
Heeseung gave Jay a hug, and Jay just gave you a smile. You smiled back, but deep down, you missed the warmth of the old Jay, the one who used to be close to you.
"Of course," You replied, trying to sound cheerful, "Happy birthday, Jay."
He gave you a small smile, and for a moment, it felt like things might be okay. But the distance between you was still there, and you couldn't help but think you had caused it in the first place.
The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as Heeseung pulled up in front of your house. The car ride had been filled with comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without needing words. As he turned off the engine, you hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Do you want to come inside for a bit?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Heeseung looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips, âSure, why not?"
You both got out of the car and walked to the front door. Once inside, you offered him a drink, and he accepted. The two of you settled on the couch, drinks in hand, and started talking about everything and nothing. As the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but bring up the question that had been nagging at you for a while.
"Heeseung, can I ask you something?" You began, your eyes searching his.
"Of course," He replied, leaning in slightly, his expression attentive.
âWhy did it take you so long to talk to me?" You asked, your voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of sadness.
Heeseung looked taken aback for a moment, âWhat do you mean?"
"You know, before I started dating Jay," you clarified, âWhen we played spin the bottle.â
Heeseung shrugged bashfully, âTo be honest, Iâm not really sure. I was drunk and I was just saying whatever the hell. But I'm glad he didnât kiss you.â
You giggled until you thought of another one, âIt was cute though when you gave me that note."
Heeseung's face went from shy to confused, "What note?"
You got up and went to your room, returning with a small piece of paper, "This one," You said, handing it to him, "You gave it to me a few months ago."
Heeseung unfolded the note and read it, his brow furrowing, "I never gave this to you," He said, looking genuinely puzzled.
You frowned, "But a boy gave it to me and said it was from you."
Heeseung shook his head slowly, "I never wrote this."
A thought suddenly struck you, and you grabbed the note from Heeseung, examining it closely, "Wait a minute," You said, your eyes widening as realization dawned on you, "This looks like Jay's handwriting."
Heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, âJay? Are you serious?"
You remember how his handwriting was when you guys passed notes back and forth in class out of boredom. You just didnât look at the note for those past months. Everything suddenly clicked into place.
That boy that had given you the note, he was pointing at Jay, not Heeseung. Your heart raced as you pieced together the puzzle, feeling a mix of confusion and betrayal.
"It wasn't you," You whispered, more to yourself than to Heeseung, "It was Jay."
Heeseung reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "I'm sorry you had to go through that misunderstanding," He said softly, "But I'm here now."
You looked up at him, gratitude and warmth filling your chest. But at the same time, you couldnât stop thinking about Jay, âH-Heeseung thank you, but the only reason why I liked you, was because I thought you gave me this note, and you liked me that long too.â
Heeseung's smile faltered. It was silent for a few seconds before he let out a sigh, âYou like Jay, donât you? All those times spent together really helped you find your one.â
âI guess I didnât really know at all.â You muttered. Heeseung cupped your face, staring into your eyes. You could tell the sadness in his eyes.
âI donât blame you for liking Jay, I blame myself for loving you too late.â He sadly smiled. You hugged him tightly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.
As you stood there, the warmth of Heeseung's embrace enveloping you, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside. Heeseung gently pulled back, looking into your eyes with a serious expression.
"You need to tell Jay," He said softly.
You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. Heeseung gave you one last reassuring smile before turning and walking away. You watched him leave, feeling a sense of finality.
Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone and dialed Jay's number. He picked up after a few rings, his voice laced with confusion, "Hey, what's up? Why are you calling?"
"Can you come over?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.
Jay hesitated, "I don't think I should... because of Heeseung."
"We broke up," You said, your voice steadying. There was a pause on the other end, and then Jay spoke again, his confusion evident, "Wait, what? You broke up?"
"Just come over, please," You urged. You hanged up not wanting to hear him talk.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You opened it to find Jay standing there, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. Before he could say anything, you closed the distance between you and kissed him. Jay was taken aback but quickly responded, his arms wrapping around you.
When you finally pulled away, you looked up at him and said, "You were the one who gave me the note."
Jay's eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know?"
You chuckled softly, "Because only you would do something cheesy like that."
Jay laughed, the sound warm and genuine. How you missed it. "Guilty as charged."
Before you could say anything else, Jay leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more confidence. The kiss deepened, and soon you found yourselves lost in each other, the world outside forgotten.
The kiss became hot feeling , feeling Jay's tongue hot inside your mouth. You let out tiny moans when he began pushing you on the couch nearby. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to make the kiss deeper.
Jay broke the kiss and connected foreheads with you, both of you panting, âBeen wanting to do that since we started this deal.â He panted. You smiled and pecked his lips.
âSurprised you didnât wanna do it before that. But then again, you did hate me.â You teased. Jay scoffed and kissed your lips again.
âI didnât hate you. Just didnât wanna get rejected.â He admitted. You furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed his cheek with your hand.
âIâm sorry you felt that way. But you have me now, and Iâm all yours.â You whispered.
âAll mine.â He replied. He kissed along your jaw and sucked on it. You moaned softly and threw your head back.
He suddenly stopped leaving you confused before he flips you over in your stomach. He lifted your sweater up and off you. You arched your back, your ass hitting his groin. That earned a slap making you whimper. He then slowly slid your shorts off with your underwear.
You felt the cold air hitting your wet pussy and clenched. Jay fingers dipped easily inside you from behind causing you to arch your back while clenching a nearby pillow. His long thick fingers going in and out so smooth because of your dripping pussy.
You tried grinding down on them, but let out a sharp scream feeling your hair being pulled back, âYouâre gonna take what I fucking give you.â He rasped out. You tried nodding your head, but couldnât with the tightness of his grip on your hair.
He went a fast pace, however then went at a slow pace teasingly. You whined wanting him to go faster, âP-Please Jay!â You cried out. Jay didnât listen to you and took his fingers out. You panted hard wanting to cum and being upset with the loss of contact.
You heard rustling behind you and turned your head back and saw Jay taking off his clothes too. You bit your lip, drooling over his dick. He stroked it slow and steady, âReady?â He said. You nodded frantically and sticked your ass out more to him.
He gripped your waist and slowly, he entered. You both moaned in unison. He cursed feeling your hot walls engulf him tightly. You gasped for air feeling his dick fill you up.
He didnât waste anytime and started going at a fast pace. You let out a squeal feeling his balls slapping against your pussy, adding a big amount of pleasure.
âHah! Slow down J-Jay!â You wailed out. Jay chuckled and wrapped his hand around your neck, pushing your head down against the couch. You felt it hard to breathe, nonetheless it felt so good being manhandled.
âPussy feels so good. Such a good girl for me~â He breathed out.
âY-Yes! O-Only for you.â You moaned. Jay hummed, approving. And heâs never gonna let you go again.
You felt your orgasm coming, âG-Gonna cum! cumming, cumming!-â You felt your jaw go slack feeling your orgasm. Jay didnât stop. He continued fucking you through your orgasm leaving you shaking.
âYouâll be a good girl and wait? Gonna fucking breed this pussy till itâs full of my cum.â Jay groaned. You look behind you and gave Jay a seductive look.
âPlease cum inside me.â You pleaded. Thatâs all it took before you felt warm cum filling you. Your eyes rolled back before you came again. Jay cursed and took his dick out, surprised you came again.
You panted heavenly and felt Jay wrap his arms around you, âAre you okay?â He asked, kissing the nape of your neck.
You smiled and nodded, âJust fine.â You responded. He chuckled and placed his head on top of yours. You both didnât say anything else as sleep overtook both of you and soon you both fell asleep in each others warmth.
The next morning, you woke up on the couch, feeling a bit disoriented. As you rubbed your eyes, the memories of last night came flooding back, and a smile crept onto your face. You noticed you were clean and wearing fresh clothes, which made you wonder how that happened. Then, a delicious aroma wafted through the air, drawing you towards the kitchen.
You walked in to find Jay standing by the stove, cooking. He turned and saw you, a warm smile spreading across his face, "Hey, I hope you don't mind that I'm using your kitchen," He said.
"It's fine," You replied, feeling a surge of affection. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from behind. Jay chuckled, clearly amused.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice light and teasing.
"You're warm," You said simply, resting your head against his back.
Jay laughed softly, "Well, breakfast is almost done."
You just smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. This was a moment you wanted to hold onto forever.
After finishing the delicious breakfast Jay had prepared, you both cleaned up the kitchen together, sharing light conversation and laughter. Once everything was tidied up, you suggested watching a movie, and Jay agreed with a smile. You both settled on the couch, picking a movie that you both liked.
After the movie, Jay turned to you with a mischievous smile, "I have a surprise for you," He said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
You tilted your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and confusion, "A surprise? What is it?"
Jay chuckled softly, "You'll see. Just get ready. Wear something comfortable."
You nodded, the anticipation building as you went to your room to change. After a few minutes, you returned, dressed and ready. Jay took your hand and led you to his car. The drive was filled with light chatter and laughter, but Jay kept the destination a secret.
When you finally arrived, Jay parked the car and turned to you with a playful grin, "Okay, now for the fun part," He said, pulling out a blindfold.
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, "A blindfold? Really?"
Jay nodded, his grin widening, "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
You allowed him to tie the blindfold around your eyes, plunging you into darkness. Jay took your hand again, guiding you out of the car. As you walked, you felt the ground change beneath your feet, from pavement to something softer. Sand. You couldn't help but ask, "Where are we?"
Jay only chuckled, continuing to lead you forward. After a few more steps, he stopped, "Okay, you can take off the blindfold now."
You removed the blindfold and gasped. Before you was a beautiful picnic setup on the beach. The very same beach where you had once spilled your drink on Jay, a moment that had been both awkward and endearing. The sight was breathtakingâblankets, cushions, and a spread of delicious-looking food, all laid out under the soft glow of fairy lights.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you took it all in, "Jay, this is... this is beautiful," You said, your voice trembling with emotion.
Jay smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness, âJust like you," He replied softly.
You wiped away a tear, still in awe, "How did you do all this?"
Jay chuckled, looking a bit sheepish, âI had some help. Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung pitched in."
You couldn't help but smile, knowing that even Heeseung had helped out. You turned to Jay, feeling a surge of affection, "Thank you," You whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
The kiss was sweet and filled with gratitude. You both settled down on the blankets, enjoying the food and each other's company. The sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore added to the magic of the evening.
As you ate, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, feeling incredibly lucky to have him in your life. The surprise, the effort, and the thoughtfulness behind it all made you realize just how much he cared. And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the beach and the warmth of Jay's presence, you felt truly happy.
As you guys finished eating and now watching the ocean crashing together with a beautiful sound, you found yourself glancing at Jay more than the scenery. The warmth of his presence and the memory of last night filled your mind.
You couldn't ignore the growing urge to close the distance between you two. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards Jay, who noticed your gaze and looked at you with curiosity.
Without overthinking it, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Jay's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but then he responded, kissing you back gently. Encouraged by his response, you deepened the kiss, pouring all the emotions you had been feeling into it.
Jay's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The kiss grew more passionate, and you found yourself climbing onto his lap, straddling him. You continued kissing him, feeling the intensity of the moment building. Jay's hands roamed your back, holding you tightly as if he never wanted to let go.
You broke the kiss briefly to catch your breath, your foreheads resting against each other. Jay looked into your eyes, his expression a mix of happiness and something deeper. You smiled, and without a word, you leaned in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if you were both savoring every second.
The ocean and seagulls made noise in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it. All that mattered was the lust you felt in that moment, the unspoken feeling that Jay also feels. You continued kissing Jay, feeling a sense of rightness and contentment that you had never felt before.
You then broke the kiss again and suddenly went between his legs. Jay stares confused, but you just smiled innocently and stoked his cloth dick. He groaned and slowly threw his head back. You felt his dick becoming hard fast and played with the strap bands of his sweats.
You pulled them down softly with the help of him by lifting up his lower body. His dick slapped against his lower stomach. You drooled, staring at it and gently took it in your hands. He moaned and bit his lip. You gave it kitten licks before going to the tip, sucking it just a little, but giving it enough for Jay to want more.
You watched his expressions. His brows furrowed, his eyes hazed, hair still messy from last night, his mouth open and wanting to be kissed, his shirt sticking with sweat. You decided to stop the teasing and engulfed his dick fully. Jay let out a loud moan and held your head, trying to steady himself. You sucked it hard and slow making his head feel dizzy.
âAh- Fuck! Have you done this before?â Jay questioned. If you havenât, you're pretty good for a beginner. You looked up at him with those pretty eyes almost making him cum right then and there, but he held back. You tried shaking your head with his dick still in your mouth making him sigh feeling you bob against it.
You felt his balls tighten against your hands indicating he was gonna cum. Jay thrust up a few times making you gag before he finally came. Spurts of his cum going down your throat. He panted while still holding your head. You let go of his dick and wiped your mouth, âDid I do good?â
âYou did amazing.â He smiled. You giggled and stood up. You watched Jay pull his boxers and sweatpants back up before grabbing your wrist making you lay right on top of him.
The only sound heard was the water splashing and Jay's heartbeat. You closed your eyes hearing it. It sounded so loud, and yet so calm. You couldnât help but say those three words, âI love you.â
You felt Jay froze as he looked down at you. He then smiled and leaned to kiss you, âI love you too, pretty.â He said. You smiled back.
As you both continued watching the scenery, you felt a surge of happiness fill through your body. You loved Jay, since the moment he agreed to fake date you. You were glad that happened, unless none of this would have happened.
And as you looked at Jay once more, you knew he was the right man for you, and for the rest of your life.
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pickle overworks
Iâm tired of this grandpa
Isaac Rhoades x Pickle
Pickle is overworked and honestly so am I but I love yall and will write what you guys asked for
lately, he couldnât help but notice the signs of strain. The late nights, the bleary eyes, the quiet sighs when they thought no one was watching. It was becoming clear that Pickle was pushing themselves too hard, even though they wouldnât admit it.
Isaac watched from the doorway as they sat at the kitchen table, laptop open and papers scattered around them. It was well past midnight, and Pickle was hunched over, fingers typing furiously, a deep crease forming between their brows. The soft glow of the screen was the only light in the room, casting shadows under their eyes that made Isaacâs chest tighten.
He knew that look too wellâthe focused, almost frantic energy of someone who didnât know how to stop, even when their body was begging for a break. It was a trap he had fallen into countless times himself, which made it even harder to stand by and watch.
Isaac cleared his throat, stepping into the room. âYouâre still working?â
Pickle barely looked up, waving him off. âJust a little longer. Iâm almost done.â
âThatâs what you said three hours ago,â Isaac said, his tone calm but firm as he approached the table. He rested a hand on the back of their chair, his thumb brushing lightly against their shoulder. âPickle, youâve been at this for days. You need to take a break.â
âIâm fine,â they muttered, their eyes still glued to the screen. âI just need to finish this one thing, and then Iâll stop. Promise.â
Isaac frowned, his grip on their shoulder tightening slightly. He could hear the exhaustion in their voice, see it in the way their hands trembled just the slightest bit as they typed. But they were stubbornâjust as stubborn as he could be when it came to overworking.
He crouched down beside them, gently turning their chair so they were forced to face him. Pickleâs tired eyes met his, and Isaac could see the cracks in their resolveâthe weariness, the tension, the frustration at their own limitations.
âLook at me,â Isaac said softly, his voice steady and unyielding. âYouâre overworking yourself. Youâre running on fumes, and itâs not sustainable. You need to rest.â
Pickleâs lips pressed into a thin line, their gaze dropping to their lap. âI canât stop now, Isaac. Thereâs too much to do. If I donât finish thisââ
Isaac shook his head, cutting them off. âYou wonât be able to finish anything if you burn yourself out. You know that.â
There was a long pause, the air between them thick with unspoken tension. Pickleâs hands clenched into fists, their knuckles white. Isaac could see the battle they were waging with themselvesâthe fear of letting go, of not being enough, of falling behind. It was a familiar fight, one he knew all too well.
He softened his tone, reaching out to take one of their hands in his. âYou donât have to carry everything on your own, Pickle. Itâs okay to rest. Itâs okay to step back.â
For a moment, they didnât respond, their eyes darting between Isaac and the pile of work on the table. Finally, with a shaky exhale, Pickle closed the laptop and let their shoulders sag, as if the weight of the world had finally caught up with them.
âI donât know how to stop,â they admitted quietly, their voice barely above a whisper.
Isaac squeezed their hand, his thumb brushing gently over their knuckles. âYou donât have to do it alone,â he said softly. âCome here.â
He pulled them into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around them in a way that made it impossible for them to keep resisting. Pickle melted into him, their head resting against his chest as they let out a shaky breath. Isaacâs hand moved to the back of their neck, his fingers threading through their hair in a soothing rhythm.
âYouâre allowed to take care of yourself,â he whispered, his voice a steady presence against the storm of their thoughts. âYou donât have to be everything, all the time.â
Pickle closed their eyes, their body finally relaxing in his arms as they allowed themselves a moment of vulnerability. It wasnât easy for them to admit when they were struggling, but with Isaac, they knew they didnât have to pretend to be strong all the time.
Isaac held them close, his cheek resting against the top of their head. He didnât push them to talk or to explain. He simply stayed with them, offering the kind of quiet, unwavering support that they had always given to him.
âIâll help you,â Isaac murmured after a while. âBut right now, you need to sleep. Everything else can wait.â
Pickle nodded against his chest, the fight draining out of them as they finally let themselves lean into him. Isaac stood, guiding them gently toward the bedroom. He pulled back the covers, watching as Pickle crawled in, their exhaustion now visible in every movement.
Once they were settled, Isaac sat beside them on the edge of the bed, brushing a stray strand of hair away from their face. âIâm not going anywhere,â he said softly. âIâve got you.â
Pickleâs eyes fluttered shut, their breathing slowing as the weight of the day finally began to fade. Isaac stayed by their side, his hand resting lightly on their shoulder, keeping them grounded as they drifted off to sleep.
As he watched them relax, Isaac couldnât help but feel a surge of protectiveness. He would make sure they took the time to rest, to heal. Because they didnât have to do it all aloneânot when he was there to help carry the load.
And tonight, at least, he would make sure they found peace in that
#sakuverse#zsakuva#peppymintdreamsproduction#isaac rhoades x reader#zsakuva isaac#isaac#isaac rhoades#isaac x reader#pot calling the kettle black#anon ask#ask the mint and you shall receive#ask and you shall receive my dream child#send asks
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One more scene for this particular spicy parody! This scene is even a bit spicier, with actual intercourse going on while Ada once again carries on a perfectly nonchalant conversation with the participants. I have some vague ideas for other scenes, but I've also been thinking about writing a full-blown harem erotica about Mistress Angelica's adventures, mentioned in the previous scene. (Not that I know when I'll have time.)
It was well-known throughout the mansion that when the twinsâMistresses Lucy and Lacyâtag-teamed one of the maids, that maid would need at least a full-nightâs rest before she could return to her duties. Despite their size, both twins were high-endurance lesbians, and their favorite game was to tie up a maid and take turns making her climax. It was quite unusual for their partners to be able to walk under their own power afterwardâand not at all unheard of for their partners to lose consciousness from the intense and unending pleasure.
Miss Helena, meanwhile, was an athletic and somewhat brawny, olive-skinned young woman who was chief assistant to Mister Smith, the head gardener. A certified horticulturist who had apparently taught even Mister Smith some interesting techniques for harvesting cherries and pollenating chrysanthemums, Miss Helena was also known for rather aggressively seducing maids and manservants alike out in the greenhouse or hedge-maze. On at least four occasions, Iâd discovered Helena mounting and grinding petals with a maid or kitchen girl amid the tulips. Twice Iâd found her riding a manservant, their clothes scattered across the grass.
But despite her sexual prowess, even Miss Helena was subject to Mistress Lucy and Mistress Lacyâs combined cuteness and dominant attitudes.
Thus I wasnât at all surprised to find Miss Helena naked, gagged, and tied backward over a large wine barrel. Both twins wearing only corsets and heels, Mistress Lacy stood on a stool beside the barrel, alternating between squeezing Helenaâs breasts and suckling them. Perky breasts and golden-brown curls bouncing with each thrust, Mistress Lucy stood on a pair of old books and expertly rocked her hips as she pistoned a j-shaped phallus in and out of Miss Helenaâs cunny. The toyâs length and girth looked like it might almost rival the size of my forearm, but it slid in and out smoothly and erotically.
âMiss Helena!â I called, trotting down the steps into the storage cellar. Mistress Lucy kept gripping Helenaâs hips and rocking in and out of her as all three of them turned to look at me. âMiss Helena, just letting you know that I left some mail for you in your quarters, since the mistress told me you were indisposed. I hope thatâs alright!â
Miss Helena made sort of a âgrmnâ noise through her gag as she half-nodded to me. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back against the top of the barrel as Mistress Lucyâs toy continued to ravish her insides.
âI think that means âthank youâ!â Mistress Lacy chirped, kissing Miss Helenaâs neck and stretching a little to squeeze two breasts at the same time.
âIâm about to gather up the kitchen maids and get dinner started, but is there anything I can get you ladies first?â I offered. Apparently sensing Miss Helena was getting close, Miss Lucy bent her knees to thrust faster.
âNo, but thank you, Miss Ada!â the twins chimed in together, flashing those adorable, freckled grins of theirs.
âEveryoneâs staying well-hydrated, right?â I asked next. âMistress Anastasia always says the fun never lasts as long if your partner gets thirsty.â
âYes, just a few minutes ago,â Mistress Lucy assured me, gesturing to a pitcher and ewer on a stool nearby.
Miss Helena gave a primal groan into her gag and shuddered in what Iâd long ago come to recognize as an intense climax.
âWith Miss Helena, we have to make absolutely sure sheâs too tired to move, because last time she still had a lot of energy when we untied her, and she immediately pulled the toy from her cunny, pinned Lucy to the bed, and started grinding her like a lunatic,â Mistress Lacy added as Mistress Lucy slowed her thrusts through Miss Helenaâs orgasm. âAnd she held onto my ankle to keep me from getting away the whole time she was fucking my sister!â she giggled.
âOh, my god, and she made me come like five times,â Mistress Lucy nodded her agreement. âOnce she was done with me, Miss Helena pulled Lacy in and started tribbing her next. We were the ones too exhausted to move, that time!â
I giggled at the naughty mental image. âWell, have fun and stay hydrated!â I wished them.
I started to turn toward the door but stopped as I remembered Mistress Angelicaâs letter. âOh, right, I should also tell you, a letter came from your big sister," I informed them, turning back. "Sheâs been having an exciting time on her trip, but I wonât say anything more, since I think youâll have more fun reading about it yourselves!â
âOkay, thanks, Miss Ada,â Mistress Lacy waved as I turned to the door.
I waved back and stepped out, closing the door behind me.
Weird parody idea
I haven't been able to find it again, but a while back on Tumblr there was a post going around about being the one maid in a hentai mansion who actually does her work while everyone else in the place is busy fornicating. While the maid in the post seemed grumpy about her work, I had the idea of making a cheery little ace maid who's completely nonchalant about the weird deviance she's surrounded by. I wrote this brief sfw scene that's all about making weird dialogue seem like an everyday exchange, and I have ideas for a few other scenes that are less sfw.
âThank you for waiting, Mister Jacobs!â I called, holding my apron and skirts up as I trotted down the lane to the manorâs front gate. Without breaking stride, I scooped up a used rubber from the nearby grass with a trash-spear and deposited it in the little disposable bag I carried for that purpose. The masterâs family could be so messy about that kind of thing.
âMiss Ada again, is it?â Mister Jacobs, the postman, greeted in return. âNo Mister Harris again this morning?â he asked, referring to the usual doorman.
âNo, Iâm afraid Mister Harris the gateman is still chained up in the mistressâs sex-basement,â I informed him as he handed me the master and mistressâs letters. âI regret to tell you that he wonât be able to say âhelloâ and give you head this morning.â
âAch, that makes three days in a row,â Mister Jacobs lamented humorously. He squinted a bit at me with a queer tilt to his head. âHowâd you do it, lass? You told me yourself that you donât enjoy sex much, so how do you handle working for a family as notoriously deviant as the Williamsons?â
âOh, I really donât mind for the most part!â I answered, blushing a bit at the bevy of spicy memories about their aforementioned notorious deviance. âThe master and mistress are both kind and very respectful of my boundariesâbut I understand how unlikely that seems, given how few boundaries everyone else around here seems to have!â I laughed.
âWell, do remember me to Mister Harris when you see him,â Mister Jacobs nodded, tipping his hat.
âOf course!â I beamed, curtsying. âIâll tell him you said hello when I put fresh water in his dog-bowl later,â I promised. Letters in hand, I waved farewell and trotted back up the lane to the front door.
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âšđ Cybill and Iris đâš
@grimreapersbutt â bestie, my love, my darling, can I offer you the sweetie dearests in these trying times
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#made this a bit ago when I had the energy#but if I don't have something cute on my dash to look at right now I am literally going to explode in front of everybody#especially when I don't know when I'm gonna be able to draw again#I crave the romance tho. kisses heals all the ails me (amelia kim voice [thanks red])#your honor I love them so dearly#smooches them on their heads#my art#fallout#cybill x iris#sole survivor#friend oc
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smth smth about 'the thing that the character did that you thought was rly rly funny in the moment is actually linked to a terrible trauma that lies within said character.' or wahtever.
#jrwi show#jrwi fanart#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#made this within a short span of wahtever bc i gotta go up to the mountains for my stupid gay job tonight n im trying#nnot to frrRREAAAK THE FUCK OUUTTTTTTi dont wanna work but. get that bread we fuckin shall i guess#ONWARDS TO THE FISH TORMENT!! sometimes flowers feel pain when you trim them before their blossoming. atleast i imagine so#i used to draw gillion with loooong hair tied into a big ol braid. and then it was confirmed that he had short hair when he was little.#AT FIRST I WAS SAD. but then i realized the duality of. when they were little. gill had short hair. edyn had long hair.#AND NOW THEYRE OLDER. and gillion has long hair. and edyn has short hair#both mirroring eachother. looking up to eachother. subconsciously or not. they most certainly care. and most certainly miss eachother.#GILLION ALWAYS LOVED HOW LONG HAIR LOOKs. atleast i imagine so. he hasnt cut it since he left the undersea. sure he wanted to go back home#but even at the very start. he knew he was free in some way now. free to grow out his hair. an adventure would await him before he returns.#he knew it would be a while. so he cant let this go. he cant let this sought-after hair-length get cut away from him again#not yet. not yet. i like to think he loved music too. I SAW SOMETHING INTERESTING A BIT AGO#i see alot of ppl commenting on my baby gill comics like;'i wouldFIGHT this teacher i wanna KILL EM i want them DESTROYED#all very good and nice sentiments! i LOVE the energy here! and it would be nice. to have that catharsis#but the story of young tidestrider is not a story of catharsis. it is a story of agony and being so so small and so special and also so dum#and sucking so bad. and just being a kid and doing the things that a little kid does and so many tired tired people reacting badly to it#youre supposed to be the hero that will save us. our world hangs in the balance and you are the one who tips the scales.#YOU are supposed to SAVE US!! you NEED to SAVE US! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP SQUIRMING IN YOUR STUPID CHAIR!!#you'd think that young tidestrider ought to prevail. and be tucked someplace all safe and sound.#elders gone missing and rotting in a jail. their cultists nowhere around. but theres no happy endings. not here not now.#this tale is all sorrows n woes. you may dream that justice n peace win the day. but thats not how this story goes#BIG ideas for this lil baby gillion series. if anything i make ever gets disproven im killing myself in a well as to poison a water supply
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goddammit all that LV worldbuilding has lead me to creating a scene in my head that now has me wondering if i have to put a plot-important sex scene in what will be a main-storyline arc instead of a fade to black or disconnected easily-skippable oneshot
#theres a point where the guy HAS to get some energy out and the bf is RIGHT THERE ...........................#sigh. a bit ago i made a lil agreement with myself that actual sex stuff wouldn't really be in the main plot outside of allusions#and that anything Real would stay in epilogue fics & oneshots#but now im like. man. there is something here that i can use!!!! but its like im still in the mindset of writing as a young teen!!!!#too scared to make other ppl uncomfortable with MY OWN DAMN STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#WHEN will my brain catch up that other people finding selfcest weird is a skill issue on THEIR part fucks SAKE!!!!!!!!#laying facedown on the ground . as if thats not the entire reason i made this blog in the first place đ#every time i go on atbb and the pinned rules reminds me of a time that is not necessary anymore#im GROWN NOW !!!! I NEED NOT RESTRICT MYSELF ANY LONGER#but my AUDIENCE..................#ppl said it was refreshing that i had selfcest where everything wasnt about sex and obv it still wont be but that is IN MY BRAIN FOREVER#AUUYHGHGHGHGH SOMEBODY PLEASE GET THIS 14 YEAR OLD OUT OF MY HEAD SO EDGE CAN FINALLY GET DICKED DOWN COME ONNNNNN
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Idk man if you're constantly talking about your crushing loneliness and feelings of being ostracised and left out when you ostensibly have a bunch of friends around you then maybe the feelings of loneliness aren't the problem there
#i would always feel really empty and distant and 'act out' after our hangouts#and i always framed it as like 'i get the high when i'm around people and then i crash afterwards'#and didn't really consider that maybe sitting in a vc for 4 hours feeling left out while other people have fun is just soul sucking#it was always framed as my behaviour that was the problem. 'you did this and you did that.' so i just kinda internalized that#if i felt like shit it must be my fault. everybody knows i'm the one who causes problems so i'm just causing more problems#if i say that something made me uncomfortable and the response is 'i wont make accomodations and how dare you even ask' it must be my fault#idk. we filled out consent forms in the game i'm really not excited to play and i was reminded that nobody ever asked my consebt#and when i tried to advocate for myself and voice that i wasn't consenting it was treated like i was causing problems by trying to say that#and i saw that as a reasonable reaction at the time cause i had been so deeply convinced that i was broken and horrible#that if i was trying to revoke my consent or even just negotiate it then i was ruining everything for everybody else#that if i was uncomfortable with what was going on i needed to just shut up and live with it#i wish i had realized that and dropped out months ago. maybe that could have preserved some semblance of my relationships with those people#far too late for that now. i'm trying to accept that#and all that effort was wasted anyway#i tried to say once that i was putting in a massive amount of effort and i felt like nobody was recognizing that fact#and i still kind of feel that way#i put hours of mental energy into trying to be enough for people who kept demanding more from me and kept giving me less in return#did that do me any good or did it just cause me 3 months of grief and an empty bank account from therapy?#the problem is that i still wish things had turned out better even though i know i had no control over that#if i had kept advocating for myself it just would have been over far faster. i guess that might have spared me a bit of money#if i tried to talk about the problems it would have just been dismissed with some quick quippy therapy phrase amounting to 'not my fault'#we're already living in the universe where i put all my effort into changing in the ways i was told to change and look how well that went#idk. the attitude was never 'let's fix the problems.' it was always 'you need to fix it.' and then when i did it was#'now there's a new problem. fix that one too. and this one. and that one.'#and to do all that work for somebody and then be told they thought you never even cared about them. man it just stings#idk. it's in the past now. but i can't build new relationships. i'm trying and it's impossible#i try meeting new people and they all suck. i try strengthening relationships with old people and they all get too busy or leave.#the only reason i post these things on tumblr is cause i don't have anybody else to talk to about it#the only person i could talk to has their own shit going on. there really just isn't anybody else#personal
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"i should do my homework" said preston, the fool, before scrolling on tumblr for another hour
#i swear ill do it now#just had to#reset my brain a bit#woo 17 posts on a vent blog i made less than 24 hours ago this day is going great- /sar#its. fine.#days when i actually have energy tend to go downhill twards the end#yknow#typical daily vaguely suicidal thoughts--
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Nanny Danny
âThat is a whole ass baby,â was the only thought running through Lex Luthorâs head when the scientist proudly showed him the tube containing Project KR. It was not remotely the sort of thing he would normally think and most definitely not what he had expected to be thinking the first time he saw the clone.
Heâd been pleased when heâd read the reports indicating the success of KR after years of failures. Lex had poured millions of dollars and literally his own blood into ensuring a clone of the alien could be made, one that would be under his total control instead of the unknown aspirations of Superman. Heâd wanted to see the fruits of his labors personally but thisâŠ
It. No, not an it. He scrunched his tiny face and smacked his lips andâŠdid he smirk? Was that HIS SMIRK on that babyâs face?! No. No. Babies this small didnât smile or smirk. They passed gas and their sleep deprived and addled parents mistook it for an intelligent response. Heâd heard enough inane conversations in the Lexcorp office about the various progeny of his employees to pick up on that but still. This child had Kryptonian DNA, not to mention his own contribution. Surely, he was far more advanced than the dribbling potato shaped lump of an infant whose pictures heâd been forced to smile and nod over when Mark from accounting had rudely shoved them in his face at the last quarterly budget meeting. Yes, that was definitely a smirk. His, that was his smirk.
âSo as you can see its growth is well within expected parameters and weâre planning to start phase one of accelerating the maturation process tomorrow once the testing is do-â
âTake him out.â
âSir? The testing can all be accomplished while it remains in the tube. Thereâs no need to-â
âI said, take him out. The project is cancelled.â
âWhat?! Mr. Luthor you canât!â
âI think youâll find I can. Now get me my son.â
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Two years later
âCall them againâ
âSir, Iâve called them seven times. They wonât answer.â
âThen call another agency!â
âThere isnât another agency, Sirâ
Lex glared at his assistant who stared back at him impassively. Mercy stood by the door staring off into the distance and pretending she didnât notice him being bested by his own secretary.
He stopped himself from shouting again and took a deep breath before asking, âThen what, exactly, do you propose I do Mrs. Anderson? Adjust my entire schedule around naptimes? Find a toddler size lab coat and safety goggles and bring my son with me to tour the new clean energy project on Thursday? Perhaps buy a tiny business suit while Iâm at it for the next board meeting?â
âIâm not suggesting anything of the sort, Mr. Luthor. Iâm telling you that no childcare agency in Metropolis will return my calls anymore. Most wonât even answer. Youâve gone through 27 nannies in the last 3 months. You need someone better suited to your sonâsâŠspecial needs.â
Lex snorted. âSpecial needs might be a bit of understatement. He can lift a car over his head and his favorite word right now is No.â
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. âThank you forâŠclarifying the situation, Marjorie. If thereâs nothing else, you can leave.â
His secretary didnât move. She looked at him like she was waiting for something and now that he was paying attention, he saw she was holding a file. Â âDid you have a suggestion?â
Looking pleased with herself she responded, âActually, yes, I did.â
âWell?â
She set the file on his desk and flipped it open. He looked down at the first page and raised an eyebrow, âWhat am I looking at here?â
âThis,â she responded pulling out the top set of papers and spreading them out, âis the employee file and background check for Daniel J. Fenton, an intern that started in our engineering department about 4 months ago. He has one sibling, two parents and several close friends he regularly meets with. His current supervisor has nothing but good things to say about him and reports he gets along well with all his coworkers.â
She set out the next set of papers, neatly arranging them on the desk to be easily seen. âThese are newspaper articles and screenshots of social media posts regarding a small town vigilante locally known as Phantom. The same small town, Mr. Fenton is from coincidentally. Also coincidentally, Phantom made his first appearance only a few weeks after Mr. Fenton was involved in a minor accident in his parentâs home laboratory when he was 14, the medical records for the incident are included.â
âHmm,â Lex said observing several photos of Phantom and a younger Fenton arranged in order of similar poses and facial expressions and printed out side by side.
âFinally,â she said handing him the last set of papers directly, âthis would be a report from the lab Mr. Fenton works in from an incident that happened yesterday. A test with a new protype went wrong and started a fire. Everyone evacuated per protocol when the alarms went off but one of the other interns was working on a programming issue off to the side of the lab while wearing headphones and didnât hear the alarm or notice the fire. Mr. Fenton noticed his absence and returned to the lab to get him out.â She stopped talking and let him look at the last several pages in the file, a series of photographs of the lab.
âIs this ice?â
âYes, it is. Itâs several inches thick and covers half of the lab. It completely put out the fire leaving minimal damage.â
âThis machine was moved?â
âIt was. It was very close to the flames and would have required replacement if exposed to extreme heat or cold. That particular piece of equipment also weighs several thousand pounds and was bolted to the floor.â
Lex read through everything in detail then clasped his hands under his chin and stared at the photo of Daniel Fenton for several moments before turning back to his waiting secretary.
âHave HR send Mr. Fenton up. Iâd like to offer him a promotion.â
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#Lex Luthor saw baby Kon and said that's my baby#Good Dad Lex Luthor#He mostly stopped with the evil to be a good dad#He still does some villainous things sometimes#as a treat#it's enrichment in his enclosure#danny gets hired as a nanny#because Lex can't keep up with a super powered toddler#nanny danny au
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The Marriage Bet
Pairings: Best Friend Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Themes: A bet. A bit of comedy but mostly fluff and Bucky treating his woman right ;)
Summary: If in three years time both of you were still single, you will marry your best friend, Bucky. That's the bet.
A/N: For those of you who voted for 'Calm Down, Dad Mode' I've added it to this story. This has got to be my favorite fluff FML. Also let me TELL YOU, the cravings in pregnancy and the emotions are real because I lived it lmao. PART 2
Three Years Ago
"You know what we should do?â Bucky said out of the blue, his gaze fixed on you with a seriousness that made your stomach flip. The two of you had been lounging on his couch for hours, talking about everything and nothing. It was a lazy night filled with laughter, shared memories, and the kind of comfortable silence only you and Bucky knew how to savour.
You glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. âWhat?â
âIf weâre still single in three years⊠letâs get married,â he announced, as if it was the most logical suggestion in the world. His tone was light, but there was a quiet intensity in his eyes that made it clear he wasnât joking.
You stared at him for a moment, trying to gauge if he was serious. âBucky, have you lost your mind?â
âMaybe,â he admitted with a shrug, his lips twitching up into that familiar smirk that made your heart skip. âBut think about it. No more crappy dates, no more getting your heart broken by idiots who donât deserve you. Just us. You and me. We already know each otherâs worst habits, and we get along. Itâd be a good marriage.â
You scoffed, shaking your head. âYou make it sound like weâre signing up for a business merger.â
He laughed at that, the sound deep and genuine. âMaybe. But at least youâd know youâre stuck with someone whoâs never going to walk out on you. Someone whoâd fight for you.â
The way he said it made your throat tighten, and for a second, you allowed yourself to picture it. A life with Bucky, the two of you navigating the ups and downs together. No more failed relationships, no more loneliness. Just the comfort and security of someone who knew you better than anyone else.
âYouâre serious, arenât you?â you murmured, still stunned by the idea.
He nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. âYeah, I am. So, what do you say?â
You hesitated for just a beat, then broke into a grin. âDeal, Barnes. If weâre still single in three years, Iâll marry your crazy ass.â
He grinned back, his hand shooting out to seal the promise with a firm handshake. But as your fingers clasped around his, the energy between you shifted â playful and yet, inexplicably serious.
âDeal,â he echoed softly, a knowing look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.
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Present
You leaned against the railing of the rooftop, your eyes skimming over the city lights below as the faint notes of Taylor Swiftâs break-up songs filled the air. You and Bucky had been up here for hours, talking and drinking, the night air crisp against your skin.
It had been a rough few months for you â the breakup still felt fresh, the sting of rejection and disappointment lingering. But being here with Bucky made it easier. He had a way of grounding you, of making you feel like everything would be okay, even when it didnât seem that way.
âYâknow, youâre the best,â you murmured, your words slurred slightly from the champagne. âI mean it, Buck. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
He smiled softly, his gaze warm as he watched you. âGood thing you donât have to find out, huh?â
You nodded, letting out a sigh as you turned back to the view. âStill, I feel like⊠I donât know. Like Iâm destined to be alone or something.â
âThatâs not true,â he said quietly, setting his glass down and turning to face you fully. âAnd you know it.â
You shrugged, glancing over at him. âYeah, well, sometimes it feels like it. Everyone Iâve ever dated justââ
You stopped mid-sentence as Bucky suddenly shifted, reaching into his pocket. Your eyes widened as he pulled out a small blue velvet box and, without hesitation, flipped it open. The soft light of the rooftop glinted off the 1.5-carat diamond ring nestled inside â simple, elegant, and undeniably breathtaking.Â
âWhatâs that?â you asked, your breath catching in your throat.
Bucky arched an eyebrow, giving you a pointed look. âAn engagement ring, Y/N. What else?â
âYeah, I know itâs a ring!â you sputtered, your mind reeling. âBut whyâhowâwhat are you doing with it?â
Bucky sighed, muttering under his breath, âFor someone so smart, she really canât see whatâs right in front of her.â
You barely had time to process the words before he got up from his sitting position and slowly knelt down on one knee. The movement made your heart jump into your throat, your breath hitching as he looked up at you, his eyes softer than youâd ever seen them.
âI want to marry you, Y/N,â he said, his voice firm and sure. âNot because of some bet or joke we made all those years ago, but because⊠I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be the one you come home to. The one who makes you laugh when youâre sad. The one who fights for you.â
You felt your chest tighten as the weight of his words sank in, the sincerity in his voice making it almost impossible to breathe. âBucky⊠this isââ
âI know this is crazy,â he continued, cutting you off gently, his gaze never leaving yours. âBut when have we ever been normal, huh? Iâm not asking you to feel something you donât or to change anything between us. But I am a man of my word, and Iâm keeping the promise we made.â
Your mind raced, memories of that night flashing through your mind â the promise, the shared laughter, the way heâd looked at you back then as if you were the only thing that mattered. And now, here he was, years later, kneeling in front of you with an engagement ring, ready to turn that promise into something real.
He took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly as he held out the ring, his expression almost pleading. âSo⊠will you marry me? Not because you feel like you have to, but because you want to?â
You stared down at him, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. The world seemed to fade away, the only thing anchoring you being his blue eyes, filled with nothing but hope and determination.
âWell? Say something, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice barely a whisper now. âBecause Iâm dying here.â
You let out a breathless laugh, the tears welling in your eyes spilling over as you shook your head in disbelief.Â
âYouâre really going all out, huh?â you teased, âGetting down on one knee and everything⊠how could I say no to a man with such dedication?â
Bucky blinked, caught off guard, and then let out a soft laugh of his own. âIs that a yes, or are you just stalling to make me sweat more?â
You glanced at the ring, then back at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. âI guess⊠if I have to be stuck with someone for the rest of my life⊠it might as well be you.â
âYes,â you added quickly, your smile widening as you looked at him with all the warmth and affection you felt. âOf course itâs a yes, you idiot!â
Relief washed over his face, his grin so wide it couldâve lit up the entire rooftop. âYou really know how to keep a guy on edge, donât you?â
âGotta keep things interesting,â you replied with a laugh, reaching out to brush your fingers against his cheek. âI canât make it too easy for you.â
His chuckle was deep and genuine, the tension melting from his shoulders as he slipped the ring onto your finger, his eyes never leaving yours. âYou can be so mean you know that?â
âMean?â you scoffed, giving him a playful look of disbelief. âYouâre proposing to me, remember? Iâm just making sure you know exactly what youâre getting yourself into.â
Bucky shook his head, laughter bubbling up in his chest. âOh, I know. And Iâm still all in, even if you make me work for it.â
You grinned, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Bucky didnât hesitate, his arms coming up to hold you close, his chin resting gently on top of your head. The warmth of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek.
Slowly, you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your chin resting on his chest as your eyes locked with his. The sound of the music drifted softly through the air, wrapping around you both like an embrace.
You could see the tenderness in his gaze, the way his eyes softened as he looked down at you. There was something indescribable in the way he held you, his hands warm and secure against your back, as if he never wanted to let go.
âYou know,â you murmured softly, a small smile playing on your lips, âI completely forgot about that bet.â
Buckyâs lips quirked up at the corners as he started to sway gently, rocking you both back and forth in time with the music.Â
âYeah? Good thing I havenât.â he agreed quietly, his voice low and filled with something that made your heart flutter.
You let out a content sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you swayed together under the soft glow of the rooftop lights, the melody of the song weaving its way into your soul. There was a peace, a sense of rightness in the way his hands rested on your waist, the way your fingers curled into his shirt.
Opening your eyes, you tilted your head slightly, the corners of your lips curving up into a playful smile. âIâm really going to make you regret this, you know.â
He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing gently against your side as he gazed down at you. âDoubt it. But youâre welcome to try, sweetheartâI mean what else could I possibly not know about you?â
Your smile widened as you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest. âOh, youâll find out. Just because weâre getting married doesnât mean Iâm not full of surprises.â
Buckyâs eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against your temple. âGood. I wouldnât want it any other way.â
âJust remember you asked for it,â you teased, your voice soft as your fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt. âYouâre the one whoâs committing to a lifetime of never quite knowing what Iâll do next.â
âYeah?â he murmured, his gaze dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes again, a smile playing on his own. âI guess I like keeping things interesting, too.â
A laugh bubbled up in your chest, and you felt the tension melt away as you both swayed gently to the music. It felt like a new beginning â a promise that whatever came next, youâd be facing it together.
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A few months later.
The garden was alive with soft laughter and murmurs as the afternoon sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves. The air was filled with the delicate scent of roses and jasmine, and the gentle rustling of leaves provided the perfect backdrop for the small, intimate gathering of friends.
Bucky stood under the floral archway, his suit somehow both perfectly fitted and slightly askew in that way only Bucky could pull off. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers drumming absently on his thigh. When you turned the corner, your eyes met his, and you couldnât help but smile at the exaggerated sigh of relief he let out.
âThank God you showed up,â he teased, his voice carrying over the gentle breeze. âThought Iâd have to marry Sam instead.â
You laughed, rolling your eyes as you made your way down the short aisle, trying to ignore the way your heart fluttered in your chest. âYeah, yeah, keep it up, Barnes. Heâd leave you at the altar, you know.â
Bucky grinned, his shoulders relaxing as you stepped up to him. âTrue. He couldnât handle my morning breath.â
The officiant cleared his throat gently, drawing soft chuckles from your friends. Buckyâs gaze stayed locked on yours, a playful twinkle in his eyes as if you were sharing a private joke no one else could understand.
âYou ready for this?â he murmured softly, his tone light but his smile genuine.
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you replied, giving him a small nod.
The ceremony was simple and sweet, with your closest friends standing in a loose circle around you, their smiles reflecting the joy and camaraderie that had always defined your relationship with Bucky.Â
When it came time for the vows, Bucky cleared his throat dramatically, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.
âIâm not good at this stuff,â he began, waving the paper around, âso I wrote it down. Just so I donât forget the important parts. Like promising I wonât eat your fries without asking.â
You let out a snort, shaking your head. âSo thatâs why youâre marrying me? For my fries?â
âPartly,â Bucky said with a wink, earning a few laughs from your friends. âBut seriously⊠I promise to always be your partner in crime. To watch bad movies with you, to be your go-to plus-one for all those events you hate, and to be the one you can call at 3 a.m. when the world feels like too much.â
His voice softened slightly, his gaze never wavering from yours. âI promise to be your best friend, to listen, and to support you. And yeah, to not eat your fries â unless youâre not looking.â
You chuckled, blinking back the unexpected prickle of tears. âDamn, Barnes. Setting the bar high for husband material, arenât you?â
âSomeoneâs gotta do it,â he replied with a smirk.
When it was your turn, you took a deep breath, glancing down at your own slightly crumpled paper. âBucky, I promise to keep being your reality check, to make sure you donât take yourself too seriously. I promise to help you with your crazy woodworking projects, even when you refuse to read the instructions. And I promise to be your partner in all things â the weird, the good, and the unpredictable.â
Buckyâs grin softened into a small, genuine smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âI think weâre gonna be pretty good at this whole marriage thing.â
âI think so too,â you murmured back.
The officiantâs voice broke through the quiet moment, his smile warm. âBy the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Bucky, you may nowââ
âWait,â Bucky interrupted, holding up a hand as he turned to you, his expression half-serious, half-teasing. âCan I kiss you?â
You blinked, surprised. âWhat?â
âYou know,â he said, shrugging a shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. âThis is technically our first kiss. I want to get it right. So⊠how do you like it?â
A burst of laughter escaped you, the tension in your shoulders melting away as the sheer Bucky-ness of the question made you grin. âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
âCome on, humor me,â he pressed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âSlow? Gentle? Or should I just go for it?â
You shook your head, still laughing softly. âJust⊠kiss me, you goof.â
Bucky grinned, his eyes twinkling with affection. âAlright, Mrs. Barnes,â he said softly, leaning in. âIâll make it good.â
His grin widened and shifts a little closer to you, Bucky dipped his head and you felt your noses brush. His breath is on your lips, and you quiver a bit at the odd sensation. Without another moment to spare you realise that he's pressing his lips to yoursâit was nothing like youâd expected. His hand slipped to the small of your back, drawing you closer, his eyes fully closed. Bucky was concentrating on the kiss, and you realised that your eyes were wide open. Slowly you close them, hiding away your brilliant orbs.Â
Buckyâs lips are oddly doft in this kiss and it stays slow and sweet. He wrapped his arm around you more, lifting you slightly off your feet. The veil fluttered around you like a soft cocoon, and then everything disappeared as his mouth moved insync with you, his kiss remained slowly, his mouth molding against yours in a way that made your knees weak.
His fingers gently tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing softly along your cheekbone as if he couldnât bear to stop touching you.
But then he shifted, tilting your head just slightly as he deepened the kiss, his hold around you tightening. It was then that you felt him let go completely â every barrier, every wall heâd kept up around himself crumbling as he poured everything into that kiss.Â
Somewhere in the distance, you could hear the faint cheers and whistles of your friendsâSam being the most obnoxiousâbut it all felt like background noise. It was just you and Bucky, wrapped up in this kiss that felt like it had been building up for years. His lips slid over yours with a kind of sweet intensity, a silent confession of everything he hadnât said â of everything he didnât know how to say.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting gently against yours, both of you were breathless, hearts pounding in unison. He didnât let go, his arms still wrapped around you as if you might disappear if he loosened his grip.
A soft cheer went up from your friendsâSam being the most obviousâ and Buckyâs grin turned almost smug. âHow was that?â
You let out a shaky laugh, your hands clutching his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself. âYeah, Buck. I think you got it just right.â
âGood,â he murmured, his eyes searching yours for a long, lingering moment before his smile widened into something boyish and relieved. âJust wanted to make sure.â
âDonât worry,â you teased gently, brushing your thumb over his cheek. âYouâre not getting rid of me after a kiss like that.â
Buckyâs laugh was soft, his nose brushing against yours. âGuess I should keep practicing, huh?â
You nodded, your grin matching his. âYeah. Keep practicing, Barnes.â
And as he pulled you in for another kiss, slower and just as sweet as the first, you knew that this â all of this â was exactly how it was meant to be.
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1.5 years later
You were pacing back and forth in the bathroom, your heart hammering in your chest. Every few seconds, your eyes would dart to the three little sticks sitting ominously on the edge of the sink â three white, plastic harbingers of potential chaos.
âCome on, come on, come on,â you whispered frantically to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as if willing the tests to disappear â or at least show some clarity.
How did it come to this? You were supposed to be life partners â partners in crime, best friends â no strings attached, no expectations. Just two people who promised to be there for each other. Sure, you got married, but it was all because of the bet. A way to keep each other from loneliness, you both said. Nothing more, right?
Except somewhere along the line, late-night talks had turned into stolen kisses. Comforting hugs had turned into tangled limbs. And now⊠this.
âOh my god, heâs going to flip,â you muttered, running a hand through your hair as you stared at the still-blank screens on the tests. âThis isnât how we were supposed toââ
âSupposed to what?â
You jumped about a foot in the air, letting out a small squeak of surprise as Buckyâs voice filled the bathroom. You whipped around, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as you spotted him leaning casually against the doorframe, an amused smirk on his lips.
âBucky! Donâtâdonât just sneak up on people like that!â you stammered, instinctively shuffling over to the sink to block his view.
His smirk widened. âI didnât sneak. Youâre just too distracted, sweetheart.â He pushed off the doorframe, crossing his arms as he stepped closer. âWhatâs going on in here?â
âNothing!â you squeaked, your voice a little too high-pitched.
Buckyâs eyebrows shot up. âUh-huh. So, youâre just hanging out in the bathroom, talking to yourself?â
âYes!â you answered quickly, nodding like a bobblehead. âYep, just a totally normal conversation with⊠myself. Very productive.â
He eyed you, suspicion etched all over his face. âUh-huh. And why do you look like youâve seen a ghost?â
âI donât!â you lied, crossing your arms over your chest as if that could somehow shield you from his scrutiny.
Bucky took another step closer, his gaze flicking over your shoulder. âThen why are you standing like that?â
You moved subtly, trying to casually scoot to the left, but your back hit the edge of the sink. âLike what?â
âLike youâre hiding something,â he said, leaning down slightly to look your directly in the eyes. âWhatâs behind you, Y/N?â
âNothing!â you insisted, but your hand twitched involuntarily, knocking into one of the sticks. It clattered onto the counter, bouncing once before rolling to a stop right at Buckyâs feet.
You froze.
Buckyâs eyes flicked down to the test, and his entire expression shifted â from curiosity to confusion to wide-eyed realization.
âWait⊠is that aâ?â
âNo!â you yelped, diving forward to snatch up the stick and hide it behind your back. You stood there, breathing heavily, your face flushed with a mix of panic and embarrassment.
Buckyâs gaze slid back to you, his lips quirking into an incredulous smile. âY/N, are those⊠pregnancy tests?â
You glanced around desperately, as if you could conjure up some kind of diversion to steer the conversation elsewhere. âUh⊠no? Maybe?â
âSweetheartâŠâ Bucky stepped around your easily, and in one quick motion, he plucked the other two tests off the sink. He held them up, his eyes wide and eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. âThere are three.â
âYeah, well⊠you know, the first one could be a fluke, and the second one too, andâŠâ you trailed off, wincing at how ridiculous you sounded.
Bucky blinked, then let out a bark of laughter. âThree tests, huh? Youâre nothing if not thorough.â
âBucky!â you hissed, mortification washing over you. âThis isnât funny!â
âMaybe not,â he admitted, though his lips were still twitching with amusement. âBut youâre freaking out over here, hiding them like I wasnât gonna notice.â
âI wasnât freaking out!â you lied, folding your arms across your chest again. âI was just⊠assessing the situation.â
He raised an eyebrow, waving one of the tests in front of your face. âAssessing, huh? And whatâs the situation, then?â
You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. âI donât know, okay? I havenât looked at them yet!â
There was a beat of silence. Thenâ
âWait, you havenât looked?â Buckyâs voice was filled with genuine disbelief. âYouâve been pacing around in here, stressing yourself out, and you havenât even checked?â
âIâm not ready!â you snapped defensively. âI mean⊠what if theyâre positive?â
Buckyâs grin softened into something more genuine, and he stepped forward, gently cupping your cheek. âThen theyâre positive.â
Your eyes met his, the sincerity and calmness in his gaze making some of your panic ebb away. âBut weâre not evenâ I mean, this was supposed to beââ
âA bet?â he finished softly, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. âYeah. I remember. But bets donât always go the way you plan.â
You swallowed hard, your heart still hammering wildly. âYouâre not⊠mad?â
âMad?â he repeated, his expression incredulous. âWhy the hell would I be mad? I mean, sure, this is unexpected. But mad?â He shook his head, chuckling softly. âCâmon, Y/N. You really think Iâd be mad about having a family with you?â
The words made your heart stutter, and you stared up at him, wide-eyed. âBuckyâŠâ
âLetâs just see what they say, alright?â he murmured gently, stepping back and nodding toward the tests. âNo more freaking out until we know.â
With trembling hands, you turned each test over, your breath hitching as you looked at the results.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
Buckyâs grin had barely faded before the reality of the situation seemed to really hit him this time. His gaze drifted back to the three tests lined up on the sink, and you watched as his face slowly drained of colour.
âBucky?â you asked cautiously, noticing the way his grip on your arm loosened slightly.
He blinked, his eyes darting between you and the tests like he was trying to solve some impossible puzzle. âSo, uh⊠positive. All three?â
You nodded slowly, worry beginning to creep back in. âYeah, Buck. All three.â
âOh⊠Oh, wow,â he muttered, his eyes widening. âThatâs⊠thatâs a lot of positive.â
âBuckyââ
âI mean, I knew one was a lot, but threeâpositives?â he rambled, swaying slightly on his feet. âThatâs⊠thatâs a whole lot of⊠baby.â
âBucky, are you okay?â you asked, reaching out to steady him as his face turned even paler.
âIâmâyeah, I justââ He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes rolling back slightly as his knees buckled.
âBucky!â you shouted, grabbing for him as he crumpled to the floor in a faint.
You managed to catch his weight just enough to keep him from completely knocking his head on the tiles, though it took every ounce of strength you had to keep him semi-upright.
âAre you freaking kidding me?â you huffed, looking down at his unconscious form with a mix of exasperation and disbelief. âYouâre the one who said youâd be fine with this!â
He let out a soft, incoherent groan, his head lolling to the side as you carefully lowered him all the way to the ground and raised his legs above his head for bloodflow.
âOf course youâd faint, you big drama queen,â you muttered, crouching down beside him and lightly patting his cheeks. âCome on, Buck. Wake up. Iâm not doing this alone, you hear me?â
After a few more pats and murmured reassurances, his eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked up at you, dazed and confused.
âY/N?â he mumbled, his voice slurred. âWhat⊠what happened?â
âYou fainted, you big idiot,â you said, the frustration in your tone softened by the overwhelming relief that he was okay. âOver three little tests.â
Bucky stared at you blankly, then his gaze drifted back to the sink where the tests still sat in a neat row, mocking him with their tiny positive signs.
âOh⊠right,â he murmured, his face scrunching up as he tried to process it all again. âSo it wasnât a dream?â
âNope.â You shook your head, giving him a half-smile. âDefinitely not a dream.â
âDamn,â he breathed, a small, disbelieving laugh escaping him as he ran a hand through his hair. âI really fainted, huh?â
âYeah, you did,â you replied, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice. âAnd youâre lucky I didnât let you hit your head.â
He chuckled weakly, his gaze still lingering on the tests. Then, slowly, he reached up, his hand finding yours and squeezing gently.
âI love you, Y/N, you know that?â he mumbled, his voice soft and a little slurred as he still looked dazed. âNot like a friend, but yâknow⊠like, love love.â
You blinked at him, surprised by the sudden confession. A laugh bubbled up in your throat, the ridiculousness of the situation hitting you all over again. âBucky, youâre still out of it.â
âYeah, probably,â he murmured, blinking up at you with a lopsided grin. âBut doesnât make it any less true.â
Shaking your head, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, your smile softening. âI know, Buck. Weâll talk about that later when youâre not busy fainting over pregnancy tests, okay?â
ââKay,â he mumbled, his eyelids drooping slightly. âBut just⊠so you know.â
âI know,â you repeated gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. âJust rest for a second, and then weâll figure this all out together.â
He nodded slowly, his eyes drifting shut for a moment before he opened them again, looking at you with a sleepy smile. âWeâre really gonna be parents, huh?â
âYeah,â you whispered, your heart swelling with affection. âWe really are.â
âCool,â he murmured, his head lolling back against the bathroom tiles. âLove you, Y/N⊠love love.â
You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you sat beside him, holding his hand. âLove you too, Bucky. Now, no more fainting, okay?â
âNo promises,â he mumbled, but his grip tightened around your hand, as if even in his half-conscious state, he didnât want to let go.
And as you sat there on the bathroom floor, Bucky still looking a little woozy but smiling up at you with that goofy, endearing grin, you couldnât help but think that maybe â just maybe â everything was going to be just fine.
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First Trimester.
The clock on the kitchen wall glowed a soft, accusatory 2:37 a.m. as Bucky shuffled groggily into the dimly lit space, scratching at his head. He was half-asleep, dressed in rumpled sweatpants and a t-shirt that had seen better days, and still trying to figure out why heâd been dragged from his warm bed.
He paused mid-step when he spotted you sitting at the kitchen table, your shoulders hunched, face buried in your hands. He blinked, his brain struggling to catch up with the situation. âUh, sweetheart⊠whatâs going on?â
Your only response was a pitiful sniffle, followed by another one. Buckyâs brows shot up in alarm, and he quickly moved to your side, crouching down in front of you.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â he asked softly, peering up at you with wide, concerned eyes. âDid something happen?â
You shook your head, letting out a small, hiccuping sob. âI⊠I really wanted⊠chocolate chip pancakes⊠with whipped cream and strawberriesâŠâ
Bucky blinked again, glancing around the empty kitchen as if he expected a stack of pancakes to magically appear on the counter. âOkay⊠uh⊠we donât have any of that stuff right now, but I can go to the storeââ
âEverythingâs closed!â you wailed, cutting him off with a fresh wave of tears. âAnd I really wanted it now!â
The sheer devastation in your voice made Buckyâs heart clench in sympathy â but a very tiny, very unhelpful part of him also found it hilariously absurd. He had fought aliens, Hydra agents, and all manner of nightmares⊠but heâd never faced down a pregnant wife in the throes of a pancake craving at nearly 3 a.m.
âOh,â he said lamely, scratching his head again as he tried to think of a solution that didnât involve breaking into the nearest IHOP. âOkay, um⊠we can make pancakes without chocolate chips, right?â
âBut I donât want plain pancakes!â you cried, your voice wobbling dangerously. âI want chocolate chip pancakes! And⊠and I want whipped cream on top, but we donât have any!â
Bucky swallowed, his panic rising as you continued to cry. He was the Winter Soldier, damn it. He could handle this. There had to be a way out of this. âOkay, alright. Just breathe, okay? How about⊠uh⊠what if I make you some toast? Iâll put some Nutella on it? Itâs kind of like chocolate.â
âItâs not the same!â you sobbed, burying your face in your hands again. âI want⊠pancakesâŠâ
Bucky let out a helpless laugh, running a hand down his face as he glanced at the empty fridge like it was somehow betraying him. âBaby, youâre killing me here.â
You sniffled, peeking out from between your fingers with watery eyes. âYou donât understand, Buck. I can taste the pancakes. I can taste the strawberries⊠I can feel the whipped creamâŠâ
Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it again, at a complete loss for words. âYeah, uh, I canât pull that out of thin air. ButâŠâ He glanced around, his gaze falling on a tub of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. âWhat if I make you a sundae? Itâs kinda like a pancake⊠just cold.â
âNoâŠâ You shook your head, another tear rolling down your cheek. âItâs not pancakesâŠâ
Bucky let out a long, dramatic sigh, his hands resting on his knees. âOkay, okay. Hereâs the deal. Tomorrow morning, Iâm gonna wake up, and Iâm going to go get you all the chocolate chips and whipped cream and strawberries you want, alright? Iâll make a pancake buffet.â
âBut I want it now,â you murmured miserably, rubbing at your eyes.
âI know, sweetheart. I know,â he cooed gently, reaching out to pat your head awkwardly. âBut unless you want me to bust into some diner and get myself arrested, Iâm gonna need you to hang in there for a few more hours.â
Your lips trembled, and you nodded reluctantly, sniffling again. âIâm being ridiculous, arenât I?â
Bucky smiled softly, his heart melting a little. âNah. Youâre growing a tiny human.â Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he added, âAlthough, I gotta say, if I can handle your craving meltdowns, I think I deserve some kind of medal. Or at least, like⊠superhero husband status.â
A small, watery laugh escaped you despite yourself, and Buckyâs smile widened triumphantly.
âThere she is,â he murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to your temple. âLook, we canât have pancakes right now, but how about we get creative? Maybe I can whip something up with what we do have? Iâm talking PB&J sandwich sculptures. Or,â he gasped dramatically, âa waffle made out of popcorn!â
Your eyebrows furrowed, but the corners of your mouth twitched. âPopcorn waffles?â
âHey, donât knock it âtil you try it,â he said with an exaggeratedly serious expression. âThis could be a revolutionary invention, Y/N. We could change the breakfast game forever.â
You couldnât help but giggle, wiping at your tears as Buckyâs ridiculousness slowly chased away the lingering sadness. âYouâre such a weirdo, you know that?â
âYeah, but you married me,â he shot back, a grin spreading across his face. âSo whoâs the real weirdo?â
âStill you,â you teased softly, shaking your head.
Bucky let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. âWow, so rude. No respect for the man whoâs about to go MacGyver your snack cravings at 3 a.m.â
You smiled despite yourself, reaching out to take his hand. âThank you, Buck.â
âAnything for you, sweetheart,â he murmured, squeezing your hand gently. âNow, what do you say we get a little creative in this kitchen and see if we canât make something thatâll make these pancake cravings shut up for a bit?â
âOkay,â you agreed, the warmth of his hand in yours grounding you. âBut Iâm holding you to that pancake buffet tomorrow morning.â
âPancake buffet with extra chocolate chips, whipped cream, and strawberries,â he promised with a mock salute. âYouâve got my word.â
And as Bucky scoured the pantry for the weirdest possible combinations â âHow do you feel about a peanut butter, banana, and potato chip sandwich?â â you couldnât help but laugh, the weight of your cravings lightening in the face of his relentless optimism and willingness to do whatever it took to make you smile.
âWorldâs best husband,â you murmured fondly as he started arranging sandwich slices into a goofy face.
âDamn right,â he replied with a wink, holding up the plate proudly. âAnd this? This is my masterpiece.â
You took one look at the ridiculous sandwich sculpture â a lopsided smile made from pickle slices and a beard of crumbled crackers â and the tears came flooding back, but this time they were unstoppable.
âBucky⊠youâre⊠youâre the best husband⊠in the world!â you sobbed, your shoulders shaking as you buried your face in your hands.
âWhoa, whoa, waitâhold on!â Bucky stammered, his eyes widening in alarm as he quickly set the plate down and moved back to your side. âWhat⊠why are you crying? Sweetheart, itâs just a sandwich! A really ugly sandwich, butââ
You let out another wail, shaking your head as more tears spilled over. âNo, itâs not that! Itâs you! Youâre just soâso good, and sweet, andâand I donât deserve you!â
Bucky froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.Â
âWait, what? Where did that come from?â He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around as if he expected someone to pop out with a manual for how to handle this. âHey, you deserve everything, okay? Even pancakes at 3 a.m. if I could make it happen.â
âI just⊠youâre always trying so hard, and youâre just⊠youâre amazing,â you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand like it was a lifeline. âAnd Iâm crying because I canât have pancakes, and Iâm a mess, and youâre making me a weird pickle-beard sandwichâŠâ
Bucky stared at you, completely lost, before he finally let out a helpless, incredulous laugh. âOkay, okay, Iâm officially out of my depth here,â he muttered, gently pulling you into his arms and patting your back awkwardly. âBut hey, letâs save the compliments for when Iâm not half-asleep, yeah?â
You nodded miserably against his chest, your sobs starting to subside as his steady heartbeat grounded you.
âGood, because youâre gonna make me cry if you keep this up,â he joked softly, running a soothing hand through your hair. âAnd no one wants to see the Winter Soldier ugly-cry over a pancake buffet.â
You let out a watery giggle at that, sniffling as you pulled back to look up at him. âYouâre really gonna get me all the pancakes tomorrow?â
âEvery last one,â he promised, his smile gentle and reassuring. âNow come on, letâs see if we can make this popcorn waffle thing work. Youâll need to tell our kid one day that their mom ate the weirdest thing ever while pregnant,â Bucky finished with a grin, his hand sliding down to gently cup your cheek as he wiped away the lingering tears with his thumb. âThat way, when they give us a hard time as teenagers, I can say, âHey, kid, I made your mom a popcorn waffle at 3 a.m. She bettered have loved me.ââ
You laughed again, hiccupping through the tears as you tried to calm yourself. âYouâre crazy, you know that?â
Bucky shrugged, his lips twitching up into a lopsided smile. âMaybe. But you married me, so what does that say about you?â
âThat Iâm a glutton for punishment,â you teased softly, feeling some of the tension start to ease as his thumb continued its gentle, comforting strokes on your cheek.
âOr just smart enough to know when youâve got a good thing,â he murmured back, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. âAnd Iâm gonna keep being that good thing â even when it means making bizarre snacks and wrangling your tears at stupid oâclock in the morning.â
You let out a shaky breath, smiling up at him as you looped your arms around his neck. âI love you, Bucky.â
His eyes softened, his gaze locking onto yours as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours. âI love you too, sweetheart. And weâre gonna figure out this whole craving thing. Even if it means starting a midnight pancake truck or something.â
The image of Bucky in an apron, serving pancakes from a food truck, was so ridiculous that you let out a genuine, hearty laugh. âA pancake truck?â
âWhy not?â He smirked, his fingers playing with a lock of your hair. âIâd be the hottest pancake chef around. Weâd have a line out the door.â
âBecause everyoneâs desperate for pancakes at three in the morning?â you asked, still smiling.
âExactly,â he said with a mock-serious nod. âTheyâd be calling me the Pancake Soldier instead of the Winter Soldier.â
You couldnât help but burst into laughter again, your earlier tears completely forgotten. âI swear, youâre impossible, Bucky Barnes.â
âImpossible and all yours,â he said with a wink, then glanced at the kitchen. âNow, how about we whip up some sort of Frankenstein snack to tide you over until the morning, huh?â
With another sniffle and a smile, you nodded. âAlright. But Iâm still holding you to that pancake buffet.â
âWouldnât dream of backing out,â he promised, kissing your forehead again before guiding you to a chair. âYou sit right here, and let Chef Barnes work his magic.â
You watched as Bucky moved around the kitchen, his clumsy efforts at âcreativeâ snack-making bringing a smile to your face despite the ridiculousness of it all. He muttered under his breath, concocting weird combinations â âWhat if we crush some pretzels on top?â â and talking to the food like it would reveal some hidden trick.
Eventually, he managed to cobble together another makeshift treat: a peanut butter, banana, and honey sandwich with a few random M&Ms sprinkled on top for good measure. It looked as chaotic as you felt, but the effort and love behind it made your heart swell.
You stared at the messy sandwich, your lips trembling again â but this time with a whole different set of emotions.
âHey, no more tears,â Bucky said quickly, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âIâm running out of ideas here, babe.â
âIâm not crying,â you sniffed, reaching out to take a bite. âItâs just⊠youâre really, really sweet, and I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Bucky let out a soft chuckle, reaching over to give your knee a gentle squeeze. âLucky for you, youâll never have to find out. Iâm not going anywhere, okay?â
âOkay,â you whispered, your heart feeling lighter than it had all night.
âGood.â He smiled, leaning back in his chair as he watched you take another bite. âNow eat up, because come morning, Iâm getting up at dawn to get everything we need for that pancake buffet. Youâre gonna be the happiest pancake-eating pregnant lady in the world.â
âAnd youâre gonna be the best pancake-making husband in the world,â you replied with a soft smile, warmth spreading through your chest.
âDamn right,â Bucky murmured, his voice filled with so much affection it made your heart skip a beat.
As you finished the bizarre snack and Bucky continued to ramble on about potential pancake flavors and topping combinations, you couldnât help but feel overwhelmingly grateful.
Because, bizarre cravings and all, there was no one else youâd rather navigate the chaos with than him â your best friend, your partner, your ridiculous, wonderful Bucky Barnes.
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Third Trimester
Buckyâs overprotectiveness had started out in small, endearing waysâlike lingering in doorways or making sure you had an extra pillow at night. But as your pregnancy progressed, so did his paranoia, turning him into an almost comical shadow of your once-confident, battle-hardened husband.
It began with the shoelaces.
âWait, wait, wait.â He practically skidded across the living room to kneel at your feet just as you were about to bend down to tie your sneakers. You straightened up, raising a brow, watching him fumble with the laces like it was a complex puzzle rather than a simple bow.
âBucky, itâs just tying my shoes. I can do that,â you pointed out gently, but he shook his head fervently.
âNot risking it. What if you lose your balance?â His words were muffled as he double-knotted the laces, his shoulders hunched like he was shielding you from some invisible force.
âIâm not gonna lose my balance,â you murmured, amused. âIâve been tying my own shoes for decades.â
âThereâs a first for everything.â He tightened the bow a little too firmly, making you flinch. He winced in apology and adjusted it again, softer this time, before peering up at you with those intense blue eyes, a mix of worry and resolve. âHumor me, okay?â
You sighed, relenting with a small nod. âOkay. But just so you know, youâre not going to be doing this every single time.â
He grinnedâvictorious, as if you hadnât noticed how he conveniently âlostâ all your slip-ons just last week.
Then there was the laundry basket incident.
It happened when you were carrying a half-full basket of towels from the dryer. Youâd barely made it halfway down the hall when Bucky materialized out of nowhere, intercepting you like you were carrying live explosives.
âWhoa, whoa, whoaâwhat do you think youâre doing?â His voice was all mock-seriousness, but there was genuine concern underlining it as he gently pried the basket from your hands.
âLaundry?â you deadpanned, trying to tug it back, but he held firm.
âNot anymore, youâre not.â He shot you a look that dared you to argue as he held the basket up high, well out of your reach. âYou donât need to be lugging this around.â
âItâs not even heavy!â you protested, exasperation seeping into your tone.
He scoffed. âDoesnât matter. Iâll take it. Just point me to where you want it.â
Grumbling, you pointed down the hallway. âOur bedroom.â
âSee?â he said with a self-satisfied smile, striding down the hall like he was conquering new territory. âNo big deal.â
You had to fight back an eye roll. âYouâre gonna be like this until the baby is born, arenât you?â
âProbably,â he called over his shoulder, unashamed.
It didnât stop there, of course. In the kitchen, heâd barely let you near the sink.
One morning, youâd decided to tackle the breakfast dishesâsomething you could usually manage without too much hassle. But as soon as you set the first dish into the soapy water, Buckyâs hand appeared out of nowhere, lightly shoving you to the side.
âExcuse me,â he muttered, though it was clear he wasnât asking for permission. âYour bellyâs gonna bump into the counter. Let me do it.â
âBuckyââ
âLet. Me. Do it,â he insisted, holding a soapy plate hostage as he gazed at you, lips set in a stubborn line.
With a sigh, you threw your hands up in surrender. âFine. But Iâm not a porcelain doll, okay? I can do dishes just fine.â
âSure,â he replied, but he was already washing the dishes with focused precision, occasionally glancing at you to make sure you hadnât slipped or stumbled in the two feet heâd moved you back.
It was both infuriating and endearing, and it made you love him even moreâthough youâd never admit it when he was acting like a hovering mother hen.
The grocery trips were almost unbearable. Heâd insisted on coming along, despite your reassurances that you were perfectly capable of picking up a few items.
âWe need milk,â you pointed out, motioning toward the far end of the aisle.
âGot it,â he said immediately, guiding the cart forward with one hand and slipping his other arm around your waist as if to support your entire body weight.
You shot him a look. âI can still walk, you know.â
âOf course you can,â he agreed with a grin. âIâm just⊠helping you waddle.â
âWaddle?â You narrowed your eyes, smacking his arm lightly. âDid you just call me a waddler?â
âUmâŠâ He glanced at you sheepishly, realizing his mistake a second too late. âNo?â
âYeah, nice try.â You huffed, crossing your arms.
âAlright, alright, bad choice of words. Iâm just keeping pace with you,â he corrected, slowing his stride even more so that the two of you were practically moving in slow motion down the aisle.
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head at the ridiculousness of it all. âIf we go any slower, weâll start moving backwards.â
Bucky just chuckled, his arm tightening around you protectively. âIâll take my chances.â
By the time you reached the milk, you were almost tempted to ask him to sprint the rest of the way just to get it over with. But the truth was, there was something undeniably sweet about having Bucky hover around like this.
âLet me guess,â you teased as you plucked a carton of milk off the shelf. âYou want to carry this too?â
âOf course,â he said, already reaching for it, his expression deadly serious.
You held on to the carton just long enough to make him sweat before handing it over. âYouâre unbelievable, you know that?â
âUnbelievably in love with you,â he replied easily, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.
âSmooth,â you muttered, your lips twitching into a reluctant smile.
With Bucky being his overprotective self, you had no doubt that heâd be like this for the next few monthsâand likely long after the baby was born. But as much as you complained, deep down, you knew you wouldnât trade it for anything in the world.
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âBucky, for the last time, itâs just a shoe box,â you emphasise, glancing at your husband as he carefully hoists the empty box off the couch like itâs made of glass.
âDoesnât matter,â he mumbles, eyes darting suspiciously to the plain cardboard. âYou shouldnât be carrying anything in your condition.â
âCondition? Bucky, Iâm pregnant, not broken.â You cross your arms, watching as he tucks the box under his arm like itâs a rare artefact. The man is a walking, talking fortress of muscle, but right now, his overprotectiveness is reaching absurd levels.
âAnd nearly at your due date,â he points out, placing the box on the counter with a sigh of relief as if heâs saved you from imminent danger. âIâve read all the books. I know how this goes.â
You snort, shaking your head. âOh, yeah? So whatâs the worst that could happen if I pick up a shoe box?â
Bucky turns to you with a dead-serious expression.Â
âItâs not about the weight. Itâs aboutâŠâ he falters, eyes scanning your swollen belly, ââŠstability. Your centre of gravity is off right now. A box could trip you.â
âA box could trip me?â You arch a brow, incredulous. âReally?â
âYes!â His tone is insistent, and you have to bite back a laugh. This is the same man who once told a pack of HYDRA agents they were outnumberedâjust because it was him and Steve versus a dozen of them. But now, heâs reduced to eyeing an empty cardboard box like itâs a mortal enemy.
Sighing, you sit back on the couch, deciding itâs not worth the argument. Besides, thereâs a certain charm in seeing the Winter Soldier so worked up over an inanimate object. You lean back, letting out a small groan as you shift your weight.
Buckyâs been hovering around you all day like a lost puppy, eyes following your every move. The moment you make the slightest sound, his head whips around, concern flickering in his eyes. So when you groan, immediately, heâs by your side, eyes wide, hands hovering over your belly.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Is it time? Should I get the bag?â
âCalm down, Dad-mode. Iâm just stretching.â You roll your eyes, but you canât hide the smile tugging at your lips. âYouâve gotta stop panicking every time I make a sound.â
âEvery time you make a sound, it could be something serious!â Bucky exclaims, sounding almost affronted. âDo you know what itâs like hearing you groan and not knowing if itâs âI want ice creamâ or âIâm about to go into laborâ?â
âSounds like a personal problem,â you tease.
He huffs, muttering something about âpregnancy hormones,â and kneels down in front of you. Strong hands lift your foot gently, and he starts massaging your arch. You sigh, instantly melting under his touch.
âBetter?â His voice is softer now, concern etched in every syllable.
âMuch better,â you mumble, letting out a little moan as he presses down on a particularly tight knot.
âHey, hey, hey!â Bucky freezes, eyes wide again. âWhatâs that? Pain?â
âRelax,â you say, though your voice is slightly breathless. âItâs the good kind of pain. Keep going.â
You lean your head back, closing your eyes as Bucky continues the foot massage. The man has hands that could crush stone, but right now, heâs so gentle you almost feel like youâre floating. Itâs hard not to feel a little spoiled under his doting care.
But just when youâre getting lost in the bliss of his hands working away the tension, you catch his face out of the corner of your eye. Buckyâs brow is furrowed, and his expression is one of fierce concentration, like heâs facing down a particularly difficult opponent. You stifle a giggleâonly Bucky could make a foot massage seem like a high-stakes mission.
âAlright, alright, enough of that,â you say, reaching down to tug on his hand. âIf you keep looking at my foot like that, you might set it on fire.â
Bucky blinks up at you, clearly having forgotten where he was. He chuckles, the sound low and almost shy. âCanât help it. I just⊠I want to make sure Iâm doing it right.â
âBucky, itâs a foot massage, not defusing a bomb.â You roll your eyes again, but your heart swells at his concern. âYouâre doing it perfectly.â
A faint blush colors his cheeks, but he lets out a small huff, pretending to be grumpy. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
Then, without warning, he shifts beside you on the couch, a determined look settling on his face. âNow, hold still.â
Before you can ask what heâs up to, Bucky leans down, pressing his ear gently against your belly. Youâre about to ask him if heâs comfortable, but the sheer look of wonder on his face stops you short. His eyes close, and he inhales deeply, as if trying to capture every little movement your baby girl makes.
âHey, there, sweetheart,â Bucky murmurs softly, his voice dropping to a gentle whisper. His fingers splay across your belly, his thumb tracing small, soothing circles. âItâs your dad. Just wanted to check in on you, make sure youâre being good for your mama.â
You bite your lip, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight. The fierce Winter Soldier, the man with a list of enemies longer than most peopleâs grocery lists, reduced to talking softly to your baby girl like sheâs the most delicate thing in the world.
âSheâs probably plotting her escape already,â you joke quietly, and Bucky grins up at you.
âNah,â he says, eyes crinkling at the corners. âSheâs too busy practicing her karate kicks. Isnât that right, little one?â
Right on cue, a small flutter against your belly answers him, and Buckyâs eyes light up like fireworks. He leans down again, pressing his lips gently against the spot where your baby kicked.
âWhoa, easy there, sweetheart,â he murmurs, a playful smile tugging at his lips. âSave the punches for when youâre out here. Weâve got plenty of training sessions ahead of us.â
You snort, shaking your head at his words. âBucky, sheâs not even born yet, and youâre already planning training sessions?â
âGotta start âem young,â he says seriously, but the way he softens his voice when he turns back to your belly is anything but tough. âBut donât worry, weâll take it easy. Iâll make sure you get to be a kid and have fun first. No oneâs gonna mess with you. Not when Iâm around.â
He pauses, his eyes misting over for a brief moment, and you know heâs thinking about everything heâs been throughâeverything he wants to shield your daughter from. Slowly, he rubs his thumb along your belly again, his touch featherlight.
âAnd youâre gonna love your mama,â Bucky continues softly. âSheâs strong, and sheâs funny, andââ He glances up at you, his smile turning mischievous. âSheâs a little bit stubborn sometimes. But youâre gonna be just like her, I bet.â
âGreat,â you mutter, faking a groan. âTwo of you plotting against me.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â Bucky promises, but the glint in his eyes tells you heâs already imagining all the ways heâll spoil his little girl.
He shifts again, his head still resting on your belly, and you have to stifle another laugh as he starts a running commentary, complete with exaggerated gestures.
âOkay, so hereâs the plan,â he whispers conspiratorially to your baby. âWhen you get here, youâre gonna kick a lot. Cry a lot. But not too much. Your mama needs her sleep. Then, weâll team up to get you extra dessert when sheâs not looking.â
âBucky!â You canât help itâyou burst out laughing. âYou canât be plotting behind my back already!â
He grins, looking up at you with mock innocence. âHey, itâs not my fault if she wants ice cream. Right, sweetheart?â
A few more soft kicks seem to echo his words, and you canât help but roll your eyes.
âIâm doomed,â you say, shaking your head fondly.
âNo, youâre not,â Bucky murmurs, his voice softening again. He presses one more kiss against your belly before shifting to sit up beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, tugging you gently against his side. âYouâre gonna be the best mom. And Iâm gonna be right here, making sure you both have everything you need.â
You lean into his warmth, smiling as his hand drifts back to your belly, tracing idle patterns.
âI love you,â you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder.
âAnd I love you,â he replies, voice deep and steady. He leans down, kissing the top of your head. âBoth of you.â
With Bucky holding you close and whispering to your daughter, you feel your heart swell with a contentment so strong it almost aches. Itâs moments like these that remind you just how lucky you are to have this overprotective, sweet man by your side.
Even if he does go overboard sometimes.
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Pierced-Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader
â„Pairing: loser!Ellie Williams x AFAB!Reader
â„Summary: After playing two truths and a lie with your best friend ellie, you reveal you have secret piercings. things ensue...
â„CW: smut, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), tribbing, ellie is a bit of a nervous loser in the beginning, top ellie, reader is sorta a power bottom, 4.2k words
â„a/n: This was supposed to be a really short fic but i went crazy (horny) and wrote all of this lmfao. hope u enjoy! <3
The basement was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a flickering lamp in the corner and the soft glow of the streetlights seeping through a small, grime-covered window. You could hear the muffled hum of the world outside, distant enough to feel like you were the only two people left in the world. The scent of old wood and dust filled the air, mixing with the sharp tang of alcohol from the half-empty bottle of whiskey resting between you and Ellie.
Ellie was leaning back against the basement couch, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy from the booze. You both were sprawled out on the floor, legs tangled as you reached for the bottle once again. Laughter bounced off the walls as Ellie threw her hands up in defeat.
âYou're really bad at this game,â you teased, shifting a little closer to her. âBut hey, maybe you'll catch me in a lie this time.â
Ellie cleared her throat, her nervous energy spilling over as she sat up straighter. âOh, yeah, for sure. I got you this time,â she mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck like she always did when she was flustered.
You smirked, knowing exactly how to make her squirm. âAlright, here goes. I've broken my arm twice, I can speak a bit of French, and⊠two years ago, I got nipple piercings that no one knows about.â
Ellie's face went bright red, her hand freezing halfway to the bottle. She blinked at you, then laughed nervously. âWait, what?â
You leaned in slightly, watching her face closely as you spoke. âYou heard me. Nipple piercings. Two years ago.â You let the words hang there, watching as Ellie shifted awkwardly, her gaze quickly darting to your chest before settling on your eyes.
âTh-that's gotta be the lie,â Ellie stammered, clearly flustered as she fidgeted with the label on the whiskey bottle. âRight? I mean, IâŠyou wouldn'tâŠwould you?â
You gave her a sly smile, brushing your leg against hers just enough to get her attention. "Guess you'll have to figure that out, huh?"
Ellie swallowed hard, her cheeks burning as she tried to come up with something witty in response, but all she managed was an awkward laugh. "I mean... y-you're messing with me, right?"
You leaned back, letting your gaze linger on her for a moment longer than necessary. "Maybe I am," you said with a shrug. "Or maybe you just don't know me as well as you think you do."
Ellie looked like she was about to implode, her mind racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out if you were hitting on her or just playing the game. You could see it written all over her faceâthe nervousness, the uncertaintyâand it only made you grin wider. She had no idea how into her you really were, and it was almost too fun watching her try to piece it together.
Ellie shifted nervously, clearly out of her element as her eyes flicked between you and the bottle, as if it might give her some kind of answer.
âIs that your final guess?â you asked, leaning in, your voice teasing as you watched her squirm.
Ellie swallowed hard, her mouth dry. âYeah⊠yeah, thatâs my final guess. The piercings, theyâve got to be the lie,â she said, but there was hesitation in her voice, like she wasnât quite convinced.
You smirked, biting back a laugh. âWrong.â
Ellieâs eyes went wide, her face an even deeper shade of red. âWhat? No way. Youâre messing with me.â
âNope.â You shrugged, acting casual as you leaned back. âThat was a truth.â
Ellie blinked, shaking her head like she couldnât believe what she was hearing. âThereâs no way. Youâre just messing with me to screw me up. I donât believe you.â
You leaned in, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. âYou wanna check for yourself?â
Ellieâs eyes went impossibly wider, her throat bobbing as she swallowed nervously. âIâI⊠uh, what?â Her voice cracked, and she quickly looked away, fidgeting with the bottle in her lap like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
You couldnât help but laugh, watching her completely unravel. âRelax, Iâm kidding,â you teased, though the glint in your eye said otherwise. âUnless⊠you really want to know.â
Ellieâs whole face burned, and you could practically hear her heartbeat from where you sat. She stammered, her words falling over themselves. âIâno, I meanâwait, are you actuallyâŠâ
You bit your lip, amused by how lost she was. âNah, Iâll just show you. Wouldnât want you losing sleep over it.â
Before Ellie could stammer out another response, your shirt was over your head and thrown across the room. Her eyes were glued to your chest as you reached back to unclasp your lacy red bra.
Ellie's breath hitched as your bra fell to the floor, revealing the small silver barbells glinting under the flickering light. For a second, she just stared, her mouth slightly open, completely frozen in place. You could see her trying to form words, but nothing came out.
"Believe me now?" you asked, voice teasing as you leaned in, your chest close enough to brush against her arm.
Ellie blinked rapidly, her face bright red, looking like she might pass out from sheer embarrassment. "Holy shit," she muttered under her breath, finally managing to say something, though it sounded more like a dazed confession than an actual response.
You chuckled softly, leaning back just enough to give her some space but still close enough to keep her flustered. "Told you it was the truth."
Ellie's gaze flickered up to meet yours, her expression somewhere between awe and disbelief. "IâI mean... yeah, l believe you now." She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, her usual nervous tic in full force as she fumbled to find the right words. "I just didn't expect you to actually... show me."
You grinned, clearly enjoying the effect you had on her. "Well, I'm not one to back down from a challenge," you said lightly, your voice still laced with that teasing edge.
Ellie let out a nervous laugh, her eyes darting away from you as she tried to regain some composure. "Yeah, uh... challenge. Right." She was flustered beyond belief, and it was almost too cute how lost she looked.
Ellie's eyes were still glued to your chest, her breath shallow and uneven. You could feel the tension between you both, thick and electric in the dimly lit basement. The way she looked at you, completely entranced, sent a thrill through you.
"You can touch them if you want," you said softly, the invitation hanging in the air between you.
Ellie's head jerked up, her eyes wide and unsure. "I-uh, what?" She stammered, clearly caught off guard by your offer.
You smirked, brushing her knee gently with yours. "You heard me."
Ellie swallowed hard, her face burning even brighter. "Does it... does it hurt?"
You shook your head slightly, your voice dropping lower. "It hurt when I first got them, but now..." You leaned in, letting the words roll off your tongue, "...now it just feels good."
Ellie's eyes flickered back to your chest, her hand twitching like she was debating with herself. She hesitated, nervous, her fingers hovering near her lap as if she wasn't sure what to do. You could see the uncertainty in her, but also the undeniable pull.
Sensing her apprehension, you crawled closer to her, swinging your leg over one of her thighs so you could straddle it. "It's okay," you whispered, reassuring her. "I don't bite... unless you want me to."
That seemed to snap something in Ellie. She gave a shaky laugh, her hand finally reaching out, her fingers brushing tentatively over your skin. Her touch was featherlight at first, careful, like she wasn't sure if this was real or not.
"See? Doesn't hurt," you murmured, your voice soothing, though your heart was racing with excitement.
Ellie's fingers, still a little shaky, began to trace the outline of your piercings, her touch growing bolder as she got used to the sensation. You watched her face, the mixture of fascination and nervousness playing across her features. Her thumb brushed against one of the barbells, and you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips.
Ellie's eyes flickered up to meet yours, her breath catching at the sound. "Did Iâwas that okay?" she asked, her voice low and breathless, like she couldn't believe what was happening.
You smiled, biting your lip as you nodded. "Yeah, Ellie. That feels good."
Hearing that seemed to give her a little more confidence. She exhaled slowly, her fingers moving with more purpose now, gently rolling one of the piercings between her thumb and forefinger. The sensation sent a spark of pleasure through you, your body reacting to her touch in ways you knew she couldn't miss.
Her other hand hesitantly joined in, tracing the other barbell, her eyes locked on yours as if she was watching your every reaction, unsure but so eager to please. You could feel your heartbeat quicken, the warmth of her hands sending waves of heat through your body.
"Does this...feel good?" Ellie's voice was a low rasp, her own face flushed, eyes wide with anticipation.
"It feels really good," you whispered, your voice heavy with the tension between you. You arched your back slightly, pressing into her touch as her hands grew more confident, playing with your piercings in a way that had your breath hitching.
Ellie swallowed hard, her gaze dipping to your chest again as her hands continued to explore, experimenting with different pressures, watching your reactions closely. Her nervous energy was still there, but there was something more-something hungry in the way her touch lingered now, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.
You could feel her pulse racing, her breath hot and shallow as her fingers tugged gently at the piercings, testing the waters. Every touch sent shivers down your spine, your skin alive under her hands. You leaned in, lips brushing her ear as you whispered, "You're doing so good, Ellie."
Her breath hitched at your words, and she stifled a groan as her hands moved more boldly now, her fingers teasing and pulling in a way that had your body arching toward her, craving more of her touch.
The air between you was electric, the playful teasing long forgotten, replaced by something far more intense. Ellie's lips parted, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she leaned in closer, her body pressed against yours, her hands still playing with your piercings like she couldn't get enough.
Ellie's hands were still moving over your chest, her touch growing more assured with each passing second, but there was still a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. She swallowed, clearly trying to steady herself before she spoke again. Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with uncertainty and need. "Can I... can I try with... my mouth?"
You felt a surge of heat wash over you at her request, her shy stammer only adding to the electric charge between you. "Yeah," you breathed, your voice soft but encouraging as you straddled her thigh, the fabric of her jeans pressing between your legs as you ground down slightly. "Go ahead, Ellie."
Her gaze flickered up to yours, a mixture of nerves and excitement, before she leaned in. Her lips hovered just above your skin for a moment, as if she was gathering the courage, and then you felt the soft brush of her mouth against your nipple. Her tongue flicked out, gently grazing the piercing, and the sensation made your breath hitch.
Ellie's hands settled on your hips, steadying herselfâand youâas she grew more confident. Her mouth closed over the sensitive skin, her lips soft but eager as she took one of the piercings into her mouth, tugging gently with her teeth. You couldn't stop the moan that slipped out, your hands instinctively burying themselves in her hair, holding her closer as the pleasure intensified.
At the same time, your hips moved against her thigh, the friction of her jeans sending jolts of pleasure through you with every slow grind. Ellie groaned against your chest, clearly feeling the pressure of your body against her leg, her mouth working more fervently now, her tongue swirling around the piercing before she tugged again, harder this time.
You gasped, your fingers tightening in her hair, your hips pressing down harder on her thigh. "Ellie.." you whispered, your breath coming in shallow pants as the sensations built inside you, a delicious mix of her mouth on your chest and the steady pressure between your legs.
Ellie pulled back for just a second, her lips slick and flushed as she looked up at you. Her eyes were dark with lust, her breath ragged. "Is this... is this good?" she asked, her voice low and strained, like she was trying to hold herself together.
You bit your lip, your head tilting back as another wave of pleasure washed over you. "So good," you murmured, grinding down on her harder, urging her to keep going. "Don't stop."
With a renewed sense of determination, Ellie dove back in, her mouth working over your chest with more confidence, her hands gripping your hips tighter as you rocked against her. Each pull of her lips sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you, mixing with the rhythmic grind of your hips on her thigh. The heat between you was overwhelming, every touch and movement amplifying the tension until it felt like you might explode.
With a sudden surge of confidence, Ellie gripped your hips and gently pushed you back, guiding you to the floor beneath her. You gasped in surprise but quickly surrendered to her touch, your heart racing as you felt the cool floor against your skin.
Her hands moved with purpose, brushing up your thighs as she shifted to hover over you. The flickering lamp cast shadows over her flushed face, illuminating the desire in her eyes. "You okay?" she asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping back into her voice, but it was mixed with a hunger that made your stomach flutter.
"Yeah, Ellie. Just... keep going," you encouraged, feeling a thrill rush through you as her fingers slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, inching higher.
She hesitated for just a moment, her fingers brushing against your skin, and then she boldly lifted your skirt, exposing your thighs. The rush of cool air made you shiver as her fingertips danced closer to where you needed her most.
Ellie hesitated for just a moment before her determination surged back. With a swift motion, she shifted to kneel between your legs, a glint of mischief in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin, as she pushed your panties to the side and used her fingers to part you slightly, allowing her to find that sweet spot.
"Can I... try something?" she asked, looking up at you with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty.
"Yeah, please," you urged, your voice barely above a whisper, the heat pooling in your core.
With a teasing smile, Ellie brought her mouth back to your piercing, her tongue swirling around the metal as she simultaneously slid two fingers into you, pushing deeper as she began to stroke your sensitive spot. A gasp escaped your lips, the combination of sensations causing your body to arch instinctively toward her.
"Ellie!" you cried out, the heat of her mouth and the skillful movements of her fingers driving you wild. She watched you closely, her own excitement evident as she felt you tighten around her.
"Just relax," she murmured, her voice vibrating against you as she continued her exploration, her fingers working in and out while her mouth kept teasing your piercings. You could hardly keep still, your hips moving in rhythm with her fingers as waves of pleasure washed over you.
As Ellie continued to work her magic, she shifted her focus, her fingers moving more deliberately to target your clit while her mouth lavished attention on your piercings. The combination of sensations sent shockwaves through your body, making you writhe beneath her.
"Ellie, that feels so good," you gasped, lost in the bliss of her touch.
With every flick of her tongue and stroke of her fingers, the tension inside you built higher, the sweet pressure almost unbearable. "Just let go," Ellie encouraged, her voice low and sultry, her determination evident as she worked tirelessly to bring you to the edge.
And then, with a final flick of her fingers, you shattered, your body arching off the ground as pleasure washed over you in waves. "Ellie!" you cried out, your voice a mixture of ecstasy and disbelief at how incredible it felt.
Ellie didn't waste a second; she licked her fingers clean, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "Fuck, you taste so good baby," she said, her eyes dark with hunger. "I need more."
Before you could respond, she began kissing her way down your body, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin until she reached your thighs. She quickly removed your skirt and panties, leaving your slick cunt bare before her. Her fingers gripped your hips as she pulled you closer, her breath warm against you as she settled between your legs.
With expert precision, Ellie took her time, her tongue swirling around your clit, teasing and sucking in just the right way. Each movement sent shivers down your spine, your body instinctively responding to her every touch. "Ellie, yes!" you gasped, the sensations quickly building again.
She worked you closer to another peak, her eyes locked on yours, filled with both mischief and desire. You could feel the pressure mounting, a familiar tightening in your core as she expertly brought you to the edge once more.
With one final flick of her tongue, you let go again, your body trembling and shuddering beneath her as another orgasm washed over you. "God, Ellie!" you cried, the intensity leaving you breathless.
Ellie pulled back, wiping her mouth and grinning widely. "You really know how to make a girl happy," she teased, but you could see the need in her eyes, an unspoken desire lingering between you.
"Please," you breathed, your voice a husky whisper, "let me get you off." You could feel the heat pooling in your core again as the idea electrified you.
She looked at you, surprise flickering across her face before it shifted to a playful smirk. "You sure?" she asked, her voice low, excitement dancing in her eyes.
"Absolutely," you replied, determination flooding your veins.
With a swift motion, you shifted positions, settling yourself beside her.
You locked eyes, a silent agreement passing between you as you straddled her thigh, your fingers dancing down her body.
You guided her to open her legs wider, your body buzzing with anticipation. As you began to grind against her, the friction of your bodies sent waves of pleasure radiating between you. "Just like that," Ellie encouraged, her breath hitching as you pressed down against her.
Your movements grew bolder, your hands exploring the curves of her body as you brought your lips to hers, kissing her hungrily. You could feel the heat rising between you, the thrill of the moment igniting every nerve.
"Fuck, you're riding me so good, baby," Ellie rasped, her voice raw with need as her hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements. You ground down against her, the heat between your bodies almost unbearable as your slickness coated her, making each slide of your hips easier, smoother, and more desperate.
The wetness between your thighs mixed with hers, the sensation of your clits brushing together sending shivers through your entire body. Each movement was electric, your hips finding a perfect rhythm as you ground down harder, the friction driving you both wild.
Ellie's hands slid up your sides, rough fingertips grazing your skin before she cupped your breasts. Her thumbs brushed over your nipple piercings again, flicking them just right, making you gasp. "You like that?" she murmured, her voice thick with desire as she tugged gently on the metal, your nipples hardening under her touch.
Your body trembled as you pressed your chest further into her hands, the pleasure shooting through you with every little tug and pinch. Meanwhile, your hips rocked faster, sliding your wetness against hers in perfect rhythm.
The slick sounds of your bodies moving together filled the air, each grind pushing you closer to the edge.
Ellie's hips began bucking up to meet yours, desperate and needy as your clits rubbed together again, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.
"Fuck, Ellie," you moaned, grinding harder as the pressure between your legs built to an overwhelming peak. You could feel her trembling beneath you, her breath coming in ragged gasps, matching your own.
Your wetness coated her thigh, smearing across both of your bodies as you moved together, the friction just right. Every grind of your hips made your clits brush against each other, the pleasure intensifying with each slick, desperate slide. Ellie groaned beneath you, her hands moving back down to grip your waist, pulling you harder against her.
You could feel her arousal mixing with yours, the heat between you almost unbearable. "God, you feel so fucking good," Ellie groaned, her voice thick with lust as she bucked her hips up to meet yours, the slickness between you making each grind smoother, more desperate.
The tension in your core was building quickly, winding tighter and tighter with every movement. Ellie's fingers dug into your hips, guiding you as you rocked against her, the pressure of your clits rubbing together sending you hurtling toward the edge.
Your body trembled as you leaned forward, bracing yourself on her chest.
Ellie took the opportunity to reach up, tugging at your nipple piercings again, sending sharp pleasure shooting through your body. "I love watching you ride me," she rasped, her voice breathless as she pinched your nipples harder, making you gasp.
The combined sensation of her rough hands on your chest and the relentless friction between your legs was too much. Your hips bucked wildly, grinding down against her as your orgasm slammed into you. "Fuck, Ellie," you cried out, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through you, your slickness dripping down her thigh as you came.
Ellie groaned, her own body trembling as she watched you fall apart above her, your hips still moving, slower now, but still grinding against her, drawing out every last bit of your release.
As you came down from your high, Ellie's hands moved to your waist again, guiding your hips back into a steady rhythm. You could feel her need, the way her body trembled beneath yours, the slickness between you making it impossible to stop.
You leaned forward, capturing her lips in a heated kiss as your hips started moving again, faster this time, the friction of your clits rubbing together driving both of you wild. "You're so wet," you whispered against her mouth, your breath ragged as you rocked your hips down harder, desperate to feel her come undone beneath you.
Ellie groaned into your mouth, her hands gripping your waist even tighter as she bucked her hips up to meet yours. "Fuck, you feel so good," she gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure became too much to bear. "Keep going, baby, don't stop."
Your bodies moved together, faster and faster, the slick sound of your wetness mixing with hers filling the room. Every grind of your hips made your clits brush against each other, sending sparks of pleasure through you both. The heat between your thighs was almost unbearable, the need to push her over the edge driving you harder, faster.
Ellie's breath hitched, her body tensing beneath yours as her orgasm built. "I'm so close," she groaned, her voice shaky as her hips bucked up wildly. You could feel her trembling, her body on the verge of release, and you ground down harder, determined to push her over the edge.
With one final grind, Ellie's body tensed, her back arching as she came with a shuddering moan. Her hands gripped your hips so hard it almost hurt, pulling you down against her as her orgasm washed over her, her body trembling beneath yours.
You slowed your movements, rocking gently against her as she came down from her high, her breath ragged and uneven. You pressed your forehead against hers, both of you panting, your bodies slick with sweat and arousal as the last waves of pleasure faded away.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room your heavy breathing. Then Ellie let out a breathless laugh, pulling you down into a soft, lazy kiss. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice still thick with pleasure. "That was incredible." You smiled against her lips, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all.
"You're pretty incredible yourself," you teased, pressing one last kiss to her lips before collapsing onto the floor beside her, completely spent.
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only girl (in the word) | lando norris
pairing: lando norris x reader summary: Lando and y/n enjoy a night out at a club with friends, but when some girls try to get close, he doesn't allow it and gives you your place as always. author's note: I took inspiration from a tiktok that I saw some time ago and I wanted to write it, so I hope you like it đđ
The lights of the nightclub flickered as the music pulsed through the room, blending with the laughter and chatter of the crowd. I leaned back against the VIP section, sipping my drink and watching Lando at the DJ booth with Martin. Both of them were having a blast, messing around with the controller and hyping up the crowd. Nights like this had become a regular thing for usâa little bit of fun, music, and good company with our tight-knit circle.
Even though Lando was always in the spotlight, we had managed to keep our relationship pretty private. Only our closest circle knew. It wasn't that we were hiding it, but having a relationship in the spotlight of F1 could be⊠overwhelming. It allowed us to just be us without the pressure of prying eyes and the constant speculation from fans or media.
I was watching him goof off with Martin when I felt someone nudge me. I turned to see Max (Fewtrell) , one of Landoâs closest friends, grinning as he leaned over to speak, his voice barely audible over the music.
"He's having the time of his life up there, isn't he?" Max said with a chuckle, motioning toward Lando, who was pretending to DJ like a pro.
"He really is. Iâm just waiting for him to mess something up.â I laughed, nodding.
Max laughed, his eyes scanning the dance floor before he leaned closer.
"You know, itâs funnyâhe never really used to like these kinds of nights before you."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really?"
"Yeah," Max nodded. "Heâd always be the one leaving early, saying he had training or a race coming up. But ever since you guys started hanging out, he sticks around longer. Seems to enjoy it more. I think youâre a good influence on him."
"Maybe Iâm just more fun than his training sessions." I smiled at the thought.
"Definitely more fun," Max teased, giving me a wink before heading off to join a few other friends.
I took another sip of my drink, feeling the warmth spread through me, both from the alcohol and Maxâs words. I glanced back toward the DJ booth, catching Landoâs eye as he looked over at me, a playful grin on his face. He gave me a quick wink before returning to the music, his fingers moving over the controls like he knew exactly what he was doing.
It was then that I noticed a group of girls edging closer to him. One in particular seemed determined to get his attention, her phone already in hand, angling for a selfie or a picture with him. She was bold, stepping right up to him, bottle in hand, and attempting to take the one Lando was holding.
I watched as Lando paused, his smile fading slightly. He gently pushed her hand away, not rough, but firm enough to make his point. I could see him looking around, scanning the crowd until his eyes found mine. His expression softened immediately, and without hesitation, he motioned for me to come closer.
I could feel the girls' eyes on me as I made my way over. Their glances were sharp, the kind of looks that were meant to make you feel out of place, but I wasnât about to let that ruin the night. Lando didnât say a word when I reached him, just slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine in a protective, almost possessive way.
"Hey," he whispered into my ear, his breath warm against my skin. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."
"Good," he said, leaning in closer. "Because I want you right here with me."
He pulled me in even tighter, and I rested my head on his shoulder for a moment, letting the music and the energy of the club surround us. Lando kissed the top of my head, a small gesture, but one that made me feel like the only person in the room.
Just then, Martin leaned over, grinning at us.
"Oi, Lando! You better be careful up here, mate. Youâre making her fall for you all over again!"
"Thatâs the plan, mate!" Lando laughed, his arm never leaving my waist.
"Youâre such a dork." I rolled my eyes, playfully nudging him.
"But Iâm your dork," he replied with a cheeky grin.
As the night wore on, we danced, laughed, and enjoyed every second. The crowd seemed to disappear, and it was just us, lost in our own little world. But every now and then, Iâd catch one of the girls from earlier casting a glance our way, her lips curled in a smug smile as if she was waiting for me to crack under the pressure of being in Landoâs orbit.
It didnât bother me, not really. Lando had always made sure I knew my place in his life. He wasnât the type to flirt with random girls or let anyone come between us. But I couldnât deny that the whispers, the glances, they got under my skin just a little.
After a while, Lando leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You wanna get out of here?"
I nodded, grateful for the offer. The night had been fun, but I was ready for something quieter, something just for us.
"Yeah, letâs go."
He grabbed my hand, guiding me through the crowd, past the girls who had been eyeing us all night. One of them whispered something to her friend as we passed, but I didnât catch it. I didnât need to. The look on her face said enough.
As we stepped outside, the cool night air hit my skin, and I let out a breath I didnât realize Iâd been holding. Lando squeezed my hand, pulling me close.
"You okay?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes.
I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to brush it off, but decided against it.
"Itâs just⊠sometimes itâs hard being around people who donât really get us, you know?"
Lando frowned, his thumb brushing gently over the back of my hand. "Did something happen inside?"
I shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Itâs nothing, really. Just some girls being⊠well, girls."
"What did they say?" Lando stopped walking, turning to face me fully.
I shook my head, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.
"Itâs not what they said, itâs just... their looks. Like they were waiting for me to mess up or something. I donât know. I guess Iâm not used to it."
Landoâs jaw tightened, his hand gripping mine a little harder.
"You know you donât have to worry about that, right? Iâm with you. Only you."
I smiled, touched by his words.
"I know. I justâsometimes it feels like Iâm always being watched. Like Iâm never enough."
Landoâs expression softened, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Youâre more than enough. Donât let anyone make you feel like you arenât. Especially not them."
I hugged him back, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, and for the first time that night, I felt at ease. With Lando by my side, the whispers, the looksâthey didnât matter.
As we pulled apart, he leaned down and kissed me gently, his lips lingering on mine for just a moment longer than usual. When he pulled back, he grinned.
"Come on, letâs go home. I think we are going have a more fun night there."
"Yeah, letâs get out of here." I laughed softly, nodding in agreement.
And with that, hand in hand, we left the nightclub behind, ready to end the night our wayâtogether.
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