#no one will let me sit down and write for hours on end :(

[popcornpoppypop]

The Old Man and the Time Bomb

Summary: Jess and Robby go out for Mexican food. Jess has a seizure. Robby doesn't panic until she's safe at PTMC. When she comes to, fear rears its ugly head.

Warnings: Epileptic seizure, depression, death mentioned (no one dies), service animal

A/N: I'm back in the fucking building. This OC just has me in a chokehold, and she is too fun to write, I can't ignore her. Let me know if you want more with her!

“Okay, class! Eyes on me!” Jess stood at the front of the classroom, a gaggle of rowdy middle schoolers chattering to each other. “If I don’t get eyes on me and mouths closed in five seconds, no movie next week.” Jess put her hand on her hips.

“Sorry, Miss Kahan!” They yelled as they settled in their seats.

“Okay. I know you’re ready for summer. Me too. But we still have a few weeks left and it’s my job to cram some knowledge into those brains of yours before you let them rot during vacation.” Jess sighed.

“I want you to read the last chapter in The Outsiders over the weekend.” She was met with groans and complaints.

“It’s not that bad. I could be making you do hard labor.” She smirked. “On Monday, we’ll have a round table discussion about the themes. I want you to think about what characters you connect with and why. You don’t have to write it down but,”

“Do it anyway!” They finished the sentence for her.

“Just put in a little more effort and you can feel good on the last day.” Jess smiled. The bell rang and they gathered their things.

“Can we say bye to Roger?” One girl piped up.

“I suppose you were good enough.” Jess nodded. “Roger, hop up.” Roger jumped up to sit on the table in front of the class. He softly wagged his tail as each kid petted him and said goodbye.

Jess sat at her desk, piles of papers surrounding her, mocking her. She hated the paperwork part of her job. She just wanted to teach, not grade. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She was grateful for the break.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I forgot to ask if you wanted me to pick you up or not.” Robby’s voice had a magic to it, Jess was convinced. She would feel her shoulders relax the second she heard it.

“I’m good either way.” Jess said.

“You always say that. I hate it. I just want to know what you want.” Robby laughed.

“You’re grumpy.”

“You always are.”

“Come get me, cowboy. I’m just grading papers.” Jess sighed.

“How bad is it?”

“Well, they got To Kill a Mockingbird better than Lord of the Flies. I suppose that’s a good thing.” She ran a hand through her hair. “I still wish it was better.”

“End of the year, makes everyone lose focus.”

“Yeah, but I still have to keep grades up or I get yelled at.”

“You can only do your best.” Robby said.

“Oh wow. Such sage advice. I feel all better. You should put that on a card or something.” Jess snorted.

“Ha-ha. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Robby hung up.  Jess let her head fall into her hands. Roger sat at her feet, looking up at her.

“You want to grade these?” She asked him.

Robby had been to pick up Jess a handful of times, but he still felt awkward walking the halls of school after hours. He always wondered how schools all smelled the same. He knocked on the door and popped his head in.

“How’s the grading going?” He smiled as he walked in.

“Could be worse.” Jess sighed, turning her chair to face him, her glasses perched on her nose. She had untucked her blouse, and it hung loosely now. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, stray hairs framing her face.

“Jesus, this is really doing something for me.” Robby’s voice was low and gravelly, his pupils wide.

“You hot for teacher, Dr. Robinavitch?” Jess cocked an eyebrow.

“Desperately.” He hummed.

“Keep it together. You so much as put a hand on my ass and they’ll kick me out.” Jess chuckled.

“Then let's get out of here.” He held out his hand for her, pulling her to her feet. She pulled him down to kiss him.

“You’re driving. I’m getting a margherita.” Jess said, grabbing her purse and Roger’s leash.

“Yes, ma’am.” Robby chuckled as he followed after her.

The restaurant was nice. It was the best Mexican food in town and Jess loved it. She had gone to it constantly in college. She’d spent plenty of time putting back plate after plate of tacos during hangovers. But it was quiet and the lighting wasn’t harsh.

“I just can’t get Charlie to focus. I know he can do it, but he’s just not putting in the effort. I don’t know how to help him anymore.” Jess sighed as she sipped her drink.

“Sometimes you gotta let them fail. I have to do that at work with the med students sometimes.” Robby shrugged.

“I’m not as cold as you. You hard ass.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“Please. You’re worse than me.” Robby chuckled.

“How is Santos?” Jess smiled.

“Better. I hate that I had to humble her. Tried to avoid it.” He shook his head. “She still hasn’t forgiven me for putting her on the hopeless case.”

“She’ll figure it out. She’s smart. Just because it was the lesson she needed, doesn’t mean it’s what she wanted.”

“Wow. You should put that on a card or something.” Robby smirked.

“You’re an ass.” Jess sighed.

“You like my ass.” Robby bowed his head to force eye contact.

“Oh, flirty tonight. Okay.” Jess laughed. “I can flirt.” She smirked. A cop car went driving by outside, lights flashing.

“Always so competitive.” He chuckled. Jess was going to retaliate; her response locked and loaded. But she started to feel off. She fought through it.

“Well, when you’re the best you start to like proving it.” She gave a half-hearted smile.

“You okay?” Robby saw her eyes change.

“Yeah…maybe.” She cleared her throat. Roger stood up and jammed his nose into her thigh three times.

“Shit.” Robby threw the napkin off his lap and went around the table to her side.

“No. I don’t want to do this.” Jess whined.

“It’s okay. Just take a deep breath.” Robby put his hand on the back of her neck.

“My bag. My midazolam.” Jess groaned, her mind leaving her. Robby rifled through her bag and pulled the nasal spray out.

“Lean back. Good.” He sprayed up her nose.

“Ugh, taste so bad.” She groaned.

“I know. I’m sorry.” Robby said, pulling his phone out and turning the camera on.

“It’s not working.” Jess mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Robby told her.

“Everything okay?” A waitress came over, a nervous look on her face.

“Yeah, um, she’s going to have a seizure.” Robby said.

“Oh my god. Should I call an ambulance?” the young woman asked.

“Not yet. I’m a doctor, I’m going to help her through it. But can you just stand nearby in case I need something?”

“O-okay.”

“Just stand a few feet away. What’s your name?”

“Lexi.”

“Can you have your phone on you? Thank you, Lexi.”

“Mikey…” Jess’s head lolled back and forth.

“I’m here, you’re okay. Let’s get you on the floor.” He said, guiding her to lie on the floor, putting his jacket under her head. Roger lay across her legs. Jess’ body started convulsing, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

Robby went into work mode. Turning everything clinical, trying not to let his emotions get the best of him. He held her body, making sure she didn’t hurt herself. He kept track of time. When she wasn’t stopping after four minutes, his blood ran cold.

“Lexi, I need you to call an ambulance. Bring the phone over so I can talk to dispatch.” He said. The girl scrambled to dial the number, her hands shaking. She couldn’t be more than 19, Robby thought.

“Here.” She put it on speaker.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I have a thirty-four-year-old female, history of epilepsy in a seizure. It’s approaching five minutes since onset. Nasal Midazolam was administered to no effect.” Robby rattled off.

“Where are you located?”

“Maria’s on main street.”

“Okay, I have a unit on it’s way. Are you keeping her away from anything that could cause physical trauma?”

“Yes. I’m Dr. Robinavitch from PTMC. Let them know that’s where we’re going.”

“I’ll inform them. They’re ETA is three minutes.”

“Thank you.” Robby said.

“Here, for her foam stuff.” Lexi handed Robby a clean rag. He wiped at her mouth.

“Will you go and wait for the ambulance at the door, they should be right up the road?” Lexi nodded and ran off.

“Come on, Jess.” Robby begged as he held her convulsing body close.

“Dr. Robby, this your girl?” One of the medics came bounding over.

“Jess. Yeah.” Robby nodded.

“We got her.” He smiled. “Get the IO started I’ll pull up the meds.” He ordered his partner.

“She’s had a dose of Midazolam.” Robby said.

“Yep, it was in the call. You can just be her partner, you don’t have to be her doctor.” He nodded.

“Easier said then done.” Robby scoffed.

“I hear ya.” The medic laughed. “Meds given. Get the nasal canula on her.”

“Jess, can you hear me?” Robby held her face in his hands as she stopped shaking. He was met with a groan.

“Let’s get her on the gurney.” The medics loaded her up and they all started for the rig.

“Lexi, thank you. You did great.” Robby smiled as he ran after them. The young woman smiled and waved.

The ride to PTMC was only four minutes. To Robby it felt like an hour. Jess still hadn’t regained consciousness. Every second that passed made him more anxious.

“Dr. Robby, I need you to jump out first.” The medic nodded.

“Yeah, sorry.” Robby jumped down and watched them unload Jess, Roger trotting next to her. They wheeled into the ER.

“Jess Kahan, history of epilepsy, seizure lasting six minutes.” They rattled off.

“Dr. Robby? Do you know them?” Whittaker asked.

“Yes. Where’s Dr. Abbot?”

“with another patient.”

“Get him.” Robby barked as they went into the trauma bay. The nurses started rushing around, getting her settled onto the bed.

“Hey. What the hell happened?” Jack came bursting in. “Jess? Can you hear me, kid? Come on your stubborn ass can’t wait to throw some insult my way.” He rubbed at her sternum.

“Cop car, triggered it. But she’s been stressed and she had alcohol. I should have fought her on the drinks.” Robby shook his head, getting upset with himself as the adrenaline faded.

“Yeah, like that would have gone over well.” Jack snorted.

“It was six minutes. She needs-”

“Nope, you can’t give orders here. I know what she needs too, brother. Take Roger and wait outside. He always gets upset during this shit.” Jack nodded.

“I want to stay.”

“I know. I don’t need you breathing down my neck. Respectfully, Dr. Robby. Get out of my trauma bay.” Jack pushed him back. Robby knew what he was doing, knew it wasn’t personal. “Roger, get out of here, buddy.” Jack motioned for him to move.

“Come on, Roger.” Robby grabbed his leash and walked out. Dana came rushing up to him.

“Hey, saw her pop up on the board.” She pulled him to a chair to sit.

“It was six minutes.” He mumbled. Roger put his front half on Robby’s lap as he whined.

“Shit. This the first time you saw it?” Dana scratched at the dog’s ears.

“No. Our second date she had a small one, lasted a minute. But it wasn’t bad. This was bad.” Robby cleared his throat.

“Hey, she’s tough. She’ll be okay.” Dana nodded. Robby let out a long, exasperated breath. Roger yawned and whined. “You two are two peas in a pod.” She smirked. “No wonder she wanted you. The human embodiment of her dog.”

“He’s cuter.” Robby shrugged.

“Can’t argue that.” She said, watching as Robby shrank before her eyes. “I’m going to make you some coffee. Get him some water.” She patted his shoulder and walked off. Robby watched them work on Jess from the desk, absent-mindedly stroking Roger’s head.

“She’ll be okay.” Robby murmured to himself. He saw Jack laugh and knew she had started to gain consciousness. He took Roger and ran back in.

“Jess?” Robby leaned over the bed. Her eyes were red and half-opened, face pale.

“Scared ya?” She grumbled, her voice rough and garbled.

“More than a little, yeah.” Robby nodded.

“How much of a control freak were you?” She mumbled.

“I didn’t let him. Kicked him out.” Jack said.

“Oh. Well, then. Someone found his balls.” Jess attempted to smile.

“You’re getting an MRI for that one.” Jack snorted.

“Cruel.” Jess sighed.

“Glad to see your personality is still intact.” Robby smiled.

“You look like shit.” She raised her hand to his face.

“That’s on you.”

“Roger?”

“He’s here.” Robby gave the command for him to jump on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, good boy. I know you hate the ambulance.” She scratched his chin. “Make sure he gets food soon. He can have a sandwich, I don’t care. Not peanut butter though, too much sugar.” Jess nodded.

“I’ve got him, don’t worry. You just worry about you.”

“Boring.” Jess snorted.

“Alright, they’re taking you up for imaging now. Have your teary goodbyes and all that shit.” Jack said.

“If I remember correctly, last time I had a bad one, you were the one crying.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Jack chuckled as he left.

“If you don’t have an apple juice waiting for me when I get back, I’m breaking up with you.” Jess smirked.

“Yes, ma’am. I can come up with you, ya know?” Robby held her hand.

“Naw, you’ll make everyone nervous. I don’t want to deal with that. Besides, you gotta feed my dog or he’ll never forgive you.” She squeezed his hand.

“Alright. Be nice.” Robby kissed her.

“I always am.” She said as the tech wheeled her off. Robby stood in the trauma bay for a minute, feeling like he had just run a mile.

“Come on, cap. Drink your coffee.” Dana pulled up back to his chair. “She’s doing okay. You can relax.”

“I can’t.” Robby sighed. Jack walked up, tossing two sandwiches at Robby.

“His favorite is ham,” Jack noted as he worked on his computer. Roger sat up, looking from the sandwiches to Robby.

“Alright, bud.” He chuckled as he unwrapped the food and handed it to the dog. “She seemed with it. Probably no damage.” Robby sighed, speaking mostly to himself.

“I’m telling you this because I think you should know, I don’t think she’ll hide it from you, but I could tell she was nervous. She had weakness on her left side, particularly her leg.” Jack sighed.

“What? You didn’t say anything in there.” Robby looked up at him, his brows scrunched in a mixture of anger and fear.

“She didn’t want me to say anything until she was getting imaging.”

“What the fuck, Jack!?”

“Look, she’s a proud woman. She is strong and stubborn and hates it when people look at her like an invalid. She knew if you knew, you’d get that look on your face that everyone gets. She doesn’t want pity. She barely wants empathy.” Jack was protective of Jess. Always had been, but as the years went by and they grew to actually know each other, he saw her more sisterly. He knew he shouldn’t; he was her doctor and nothing more. But she had a way of wiggling her way into people’s lives and not leaving. At some point, he stopped fighting it.

“I don’t get that look.” Robby snapped.

“You do. Everyone does. It’s worse from you because she loves you. She never wants to see it on the people she loves.”

“You should have said something, I would have gone with her!” Robby felt himself getting unreasonable, but couldn’t stop it. Roger sat at his feet, licking at the exposed ankle.

“I did what my patient requested, and I’d do it again. You aren’t her husband, Robby. You don’t have rights here. Even if you were, I still wouldn’t have said anything. You know I’m right. You’re too upset to see reason.” Jack bit.

“Alright, boys. Calm down. He’s right, Robby. Drink your coffee.” Dana sighed.

Robby took Roger and went out to the ambulance bay. He needed to cool off. He paced back and forth, every terrible scenario battering his mind. Roger kept watching him as he walked next to him, aware of the man’s distress.

“Dr. Robby, everything okay?” Mel’s voice broke his train of thought.

“Yes. Just thinking.” He grumbled. Mel stood watching him pace like a tiger in a zoo.

“It’s hard. When someone you love is ill.” She said, her arms twisted around each other with her hands clasped in front of her.

“I’m fine, Dr. King.” He huffed.

“When my mom got sick, I had to hide how much it affected me so I could care for Becca. Maybe it was also to protect myself. Anyway, it didn’t help anything.” She sighed.

“I don’t want to do whatever this is.” Robby stopped. Roger whined at his feet.

“I know. But I wanted you to know that, if you aren’t fine, it’s okay. Maybe, tell her that you aren’t fine. Before it builds up into something you can’t control.” Mel shrugged. “She’s back from imaging, by the way.” She walked back inside without another word.

“Fuck.” Robby hated when his residents schooled him, even if it happened often.

“She’s in room 2.” Jack didn’t look up from his computer, still upset with Robby. He’d be over it in an hour, but he wasn’t fighting it.

“Thanks.” Robby brushed past him to the fridge at the nurses' station, grabbing an apple juice and heading for room 2.

“I told them that girls never like stupid boys, and within a week, grades went up.” Jess laughed as she regaled Dana with her story.

“Your methods of motivation maybe controversial, but damn if they don’t work.” Dana gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“You should see what I do to get Mikey to clean my gutters.” The wicked smile he couldn’t resist plastered across her face. His anxiety started to melt away.

“Mikey?” Dana looked up at him, her face bursting at the seams from trying to keep herself from laughing.

“Don’t.” Robby warned.

“I get special permission on account of me su-”

“Okay! Dana, can we have a minute?” Robby stopping Jess before she embarrassed him beyond repair.

“Yeah, sure,” She giggled. “Jack will be in once the radiologist’s report is in.” She shook her head, laughing as she left the room.

“I was going to say such a good girlfriend.” Jess teased.

“Sure you were.” Robby sat next to her. “Your apple juice.” He handed her the bottle, his fingertips trailing down her arm.

“My hero.” She took a long sip, the sugar almost immediately making her feel better. “I feel alive again.” She flopped back onto the bed.

“How’s the leg?” Robby cocked an eyebrow.

“Ah. Abbot told you.” She rolled her eyes. “At least he waited.”

“You don’t need to hide things from me.” Robby gathered her hand in his, his thumb tracing absentminded patterns.

“I know. I’m just not used to someone who can handle this shit.” She looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

“I’m here for all of it, Jess. But when you don’t tell me things, it makes me worry.”

“I’m just waiting for you to run, I guess. It’s a defense mechanism. I’m usually everyone’s worst date story.” She looked up at him, there was a vulnerability in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

“Well, you’re my best date story. If that helps.” He smiled.

“No way.”

“Why?”

“You’re telling me that Mexican food and me pissing myself, is the best date you’ve had? That’s sad.” Jess chuckled.

“Stop. You know what I mean.” He lifted her hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss to her skin.

“What a sap.” She felt herself start to tear up.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“My leg feels weak. It’s probably just post-seizure weakness. It happens sometimes, especially after big ones.” Jess dismissed.

“Sure.” Robby nodded, seeing through her words. “We’ll figure it out, if it isn’t.” He wished he were better at comforting her.

“You don’t need to promise anything.” She wouldn’t lift her eyes to meet his.

“I don’t make promises that I don’t intend to keep.”

“You can intend to keep them all you like, but when it gets hard, intent doesn’t mean much.” Her voice was sharper than she meant it. Roger jumped onto the foot of the bed, a small groan coming from him.

“Why are you acting like I’m going to leave? Have I given you reason to think that?” Robby felt the frustration rising again.

“Everyone does. Everyone always does. When you realize that I might drop dead someday, with no explanation, you’ll think twice about this. And you should.”

“Wow. That’s cold.” Robby scoffed. There was a knock on the door and Jack appeared with a tablet in his hand.

“Got the results back. Shit. Did I interrupt something?” Jack felt the wall of irritation as he entered.

“No.” Robby snapped.

“What you got, Abbot?” Jess cleared her throat.

“Your brain is as normal as you can manage. No bleeds or damage can be seen from the images we got today. You have Todd’s Paralysis, nothing a little rest can’t cure.” Jack explained.

“I’ve never hated anyone more than fucking Todd, whoever the fuck he is.” Jess grumbled.

“We’re going to monitor you for the next hour, make sure you don’t seize again. But I’ll let you go early if this guy takes you home.” He nudged Robby with his elbow.

“I’ll watch her.” Robby nodded.

“Don’t sound so excited.” Jack huffed.

“He’s upset that I’m a realist.” Jess rolled her eyes.

“Pessimist.” Robby said.

“Sure. Whatever. I’ve done this before, don’t forget. Jack’s seen the boys who leave as soon as the nurses take over. Never hear from them again. I’ve watched as the infatuation turns to apprehension and disgust.” Jess hissed.

“Boys, boys. Not men.” Robby spat.

“Oh, right. You think you’re more of a man than them? Because you stayed? Because you fed my dog a sandwich? Is that how low the bar is?”

“I don’t think, any of this is constructive or whatever the therapists say. Maybe you should take a breather.” Jack cleared his throat.

“Why are you doing this? Huh? What did I do for you to act like this all of a sudden?” Robby flailed his arms as he spoke.

“I’ll be back when you two calm down.” Jack scurried out of the room.

“Nothing! You just can’t handle the truth! I get it! I do, it’s a hard pill to swallow!”

“Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean I don’t want to do this! How do I convince you that I’m staying!? I don’t want to go anywhere!” Robby rubbed a hand over his face.

“I don’t know!”

“You’re just as scared as me, that’s what this is!”

“Yes! I’ve been terrified since I was eleven and shaking on the floor of Mrs. Perkins' classroom! I’m scared of this getting so good I can’t live without it and waking up from a seizure half myself or never waking up again!” Jess sobbed.  

“Jess…” Robby jumped up and wrapped her in his arms. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept going.” He murmured into her hair.

“I pushed you.” She cried. “I pushed, because I just…I never know how to act when people care.” She looked up at him, wide-eyed and red-faced.

“Me either.” Robby hummed.

“I…I think I love you. I don’t want to be the reason you grieve one day.” She hiccupped. Robby tucked her hair behind her ears.

“I know I love you. I know you’re scared. But, if you go before me, I’ll see it as a privilege to have loved you so much, that I’m riddled with grief.” Robby kissed her forehead.

“The old man and the ticking time bomb. Who goes first?” She smirked.

“Couldn’t stop yourself, huh?” Robby chuckled.

“I can’t give you what other women can.” She sighed.

“I don’t want other women.”

“I can’t be the homemaker. I can’t guarantee a clean house or a cooked dinner.”

“I don’t want a homemaker. I’m in my fifties, not from the 50s.”

“I won’t have kids. I won’t put them through this.”

“I don’t need kids to have a fulfilled life.”

“I kick puppies.”

“What?”

“I’m trying to get you to stop countering me.” Jess pulled him down to kiss her. Robby happily obliged.

“I think Roger might have something to say about that last one.” Robby laughed.

“I will give you more dogs, though.” Jess smiled.

“I like dogs. I get to pick the next one.” He gave Roger a pat on the head.

“We’ll see.” Jess ran her fingers through his hair.

[coupsalchemy]

Punishment

Summary - The one where you may or may not have bullied your boyfriend into watching a movie he hates.

Tags: Lee Jihoon x (dramatic) f.reader, fluff, established relationship au

Warnings: MDNI uhm heavily suggestive. you should have understood from the title by now

Word Count: 1.4k

A's Note: Read the first part here! Back again with the chaotic couple. I may have enjoyed writing it more than I should have hehe

The TV plays the movie you were dying to watch since last week. You may or may not have irritated Jihoon, your boyfriend, with how good the reviews are and how we are missing out—a stretch, but if not for all these exaggerations he isn’t going to sit through three hours of a chick flick movie(you totally bullied him into watching it if you put it honestly). 

The billion dollar question is why you can’t concentrate on the heroine going through hoops and hurdles to find happiness that you were dying to watch? Your eyes keep flickering to your boyfriend’s spread legs, the tight black tee stretching across his chest, and firm stomach. Not to forget to mention how hot his annoyed face is with the pinched eyebrows and little scoffs whenever the heroine delivers a dialogue. 

You press your thighs together, resting your hands underneath your thighs so you won’t do something stupid like pouncing on him. Jihoon did tell you he doesn’t mind you being in his personal space. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome because as much as he is accommodating you know it’s hard for people to love physical touch overnight. 

“The moment I think it won’t get any worse this movie surprises me.” Jihoon mutters under his breath. “Who gave this five stars? He must have been drunk.”

You shrug. Defending the movie isn’t your highest priority right now. Not when you are fighting for your life not to even look in his direction. Rein in your desires. 

“What?” Jihoon asks. 

“What?” Your eyes are on the screen as if the characters are going to crawl out of it anytime soon. 

Jihoon readjusts himself on the couch, now facing you instead of the TV. He leans back at the edge of the couch, eyes narrowing behind his black framed specs. You quickly avert your gaze to the screen, exhaling through your mouth. You can do this. He did just give you a toe-curling kiss before starting the movie. It’s enough, right? Right? 

The heroine is screaming from the top of a hill on how she can do it. Whatever it is, but you nod to yourself, imagining yourself in her place and screaming into void. The couch dips, your traitorous eyes snap to your boyfriend at the hint of minimum movement. So much for reining it in. 

Your mouth salivates watching him looking at you, gone the annoyed expression, now interested in whatever he finds in your face as his eyes trails down your stiff posture and locked hands underneath your thighs. He doesn’t know that you are restraining yourself, right? Jihoon isn’t that perceptive to your moods and feelings yet. You are doing an amazing job on being invested in the movie. You should try acting. 

Jihoon raises his eyebrow, a slow wicked grin on his lips. He slides down a little, almost in a lying down position, he spreads his legs wide, the grey track pants does justice in bringing the thickness of his thighs. You suppress the groan in your throat, letting your limbs loose to adjust your stray hair strands. You squeeze yourself into the other corner of the couch. 

“This movie is interesting.” Jihoon speaks up, grabbing the popcorn bowl from the coffee table. You nod. “The fight sequence is great.” You nod dumbly. He snickers. 

Your heart is telling you to fuck all the inhibitions and just pounce on him but your mind, ever the rational one, lists out how it might inconvenience him. He is already stretching most of his boundaries with all your need for his touch. So now you’ll sit prettily and wait for the night to come to an end and kiss him goodnight and go to sleep like a good girl. 

Minutes trickle by with no one speaking except from the movie characters and his occasional crunch on popcorn. Jihoon sets the bowl back on the table, stretching up his arms, the tee raises, a sliver of his pale skin sends you to a wreck. You clasp your hands in a prayer, chanting to yourself that you are one sophisticated woman. Attacking your boyfriend will negate it. 

“You look tiny crumpled up in the corner.” Jihoon slides next to you, you move away as much as you can, he scoffs before moving next to you, his thigh pressing into yours. “What’s this? Why are you running away? That’s out of character.” 

“What?” You squeak. The bastard he is, he laughs. 

He knows. 

“I-I like my personal—” he leans into your face, quirking up his eyebrow, sending your words into a jumble. 

“Personal what now?” His lips spread in a shit-eating grin. “I was thinking there was no word personal in your dictionary. But time and time you surprise me.” 

You should get offended, throw a tantrum and maybe start a war at his condescending comment. But with his hair falling onto his face, the bite mark on his lower lip from earlier reminds you of how fucking sexy he is. If anything you want him to grab you, throw you and, you sigh with a little moan slipping. 

Jihoon catches it, you see it clicking in him as his eyes stay on your parted lips for a second, his own mirroring yours. You press your thighs together, trying ways to hold yourself down and not, not.. 

His hand slips between your thighs, your eyebrows bunch together, your lips parting as his hand separates your legs. A moan escapes from the trenches of your neck as the edge of his palm presses into your core. 

“Fuck it.”

Jihoon pulls you onto his lap with one strong pull. You straddle on him, reaching for his shirt and backing away, “no, no.” You try to crawl down from his lap, he lets out a displeased grunt and tugs you back onto him. 

“I fucking swear,” his voice is low, threatening, and so sinful that it has you obeying, bobbing your head. “Sit right here.” He snaps his hips up once letting you know where exactly he wants you. 

You groan into his chest, circling your hands around his neck. Your left leg twitching from all the sensory overload. “Jihoon..” you kiss his neck, “please.” 

He snickers, “yeah?” His fingers dance at the edge of your shirt, barely touching your skin. You whine moving on his lap, he presses you down with a click of his tongue, “behave.”

“Jihoon,” you pout, coming out of his chest, “I really really need you.” 

His hands slip beneath your shirt, your eyes flutter, brain clocked on his fingertips casually roaming around, reaching to the edge of your bra. You look up at him expectantly, waiting on him to snap it open, and relieve you from this pain. 

His hooded eyes trail down your face, reading your expectations, the sweat drop trickling down the back of your ear, he, the evil incarnate, pulls out his arms, folding them behind his head as he leans back. 

You glare at him, trying to pry his arms free and put them back in their rightful place—on your body. He grins, letting you put your best efforts. He is driving you crazy. You were fine on your own, controlling your want and planning to go to bed. All prior to knowing his touch, his games and his, he suddenly leans into your face. 

“Weren’t you saying something about personal space,” his lips brush yours with each word, the softness and warmth makes you lean closer, he shakes his head, denying your kiss. 

Hurt is written all over your face. His denial wakes you up from this sinking feeling of Jihoon, all consuming Jihoon. You crawl off his lap, go back to your apartment and send a well thought out text on how you need a break from him. 

He rolls his eyes, grabs your ankle, “can’t even take punishment. What should I do?” 

“I did nothing wrong.” You turn away from him, staring at the end credit scenes on the tv, resting your cheek on the soft sweatpants of his. 

He bunches your hair into his hand, pulling up. God. You roll your eyes, moaning his name. He grunts, “blackmailing me into watching a movie is punishment worth enough.” 

“Not really,” you trail off watching the storm brewing in his eyes. You gulp, “but,” you push yourself off him, getting down on your knees between his legs. “Can I repent my sin?” 

[harringtonstilinski]

Potion - Steve Harrington (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 4,490 Warnings: fluff, angst, reader is referred to as henderson before nicknames are thrown, Requested: no | yes; requested by the amazing @fandom-princess-forevermore !! this request has been sitting in my inbox for months, and i've finally gotten around to it! i hope you enjoy it, bby!! Smut: no | yes, 18+ MINORS DNI; oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (pls wrap before you tap), missionary, cowgirl, doggy, sitting up(? i no idea what the name of this position is, lol), shower A/N: Hi, friends! I had a time writing this fic, lol. I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in while; I've been more into reading books than I have fics, or writing fics. Let me know what you thought! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Steve Harrington Masterlist

Steve Harrington Playlist

They say that everything happens for a reason, right? Well… that question and thought has been running through your head all day long at the prospect of hearing and seeing the fireworks at the show The Party has invited you to.

Groaning as you flip over in bed, you could feel your anxiety creeping up on you just at the thought alone of being near Lover’s Lake in a few short hours.

Your anxiety increased tenfold as the phone rang, the noise causing you to jump out of your skin. Getting up out of bed, you sauntered over to the phone that was on your dresser, yawning as you picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“You’re coming to pick me up, right?”

“For what?” you asked, trying to play dumb.

“For the fireworks!!”

Pulling the receiver from your ear, you blinked at the loud voice on the other end before putting the earpiece back to your ear. “Yes. I’ll come pick you up. What time is that again?”

“They start at sundown, which is - what, 8:30? So, pick us up at around 6 so that way we can get everything set up.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at six.” You hung up the phone before they could request anything else, like you getting them snacks from the gas station or grocery store.

Jumping out of your skin again, you placed a hand over your heart and made your way to your front door, opening it to peek outside, only to see Steve standing there with a to-go coffee cup in hand.

“Oh, my stars, you’re the best,” you said, opening the door a little more. “Get in here.”

Chuckling, Steve made his way inside, giving your forehead a kiss as he walked by. “Did you just get up or something?” he asked.

“Yeah. The kids called and basically reminded me about picking them up for the firework display tonight,” you replied, closing the door and walking into the kitchen where Steve stood. “It’s giving me anxiety just thinking about going.”

“Why?” 

Looking up at him, you could also see the same anxiety in his eyes that you felt. “Because of the loud noises and the flashes. Steve, we just survived another stint in the Upside Down. I’m having stupid flashbacks again.”

“And what did I tell you about having them?” He walked over to you, rubbing his hands gently up and down your arms. “To call me. No matter the time of day.”

Sighing, you leaned your forehead against his chest. “I know. But with you working, I don’t want to call the video store and get you fired, or have your parents mad because the phone’s ringing in the middle of the night.”

“Hey, don’t worry about Keith or my parents. They don’t matter at that moment. You do.”

Looking up at him, you smiled a little. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the bestest friend a person could have?”

Smiling back at you, Steve replied, “Every day since the third grade.”

“I mean it, Steve.”

“I know.”

The small smile that grazed your lips into a full fledged smile. Steve made you one of the happiest people on the planet, and you made him the happiest person on the planet.

“How about this?” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders. Rubbing your upper arms, he explained, “Why don’t we just drop the kids off at Lover’s Lake, then we’ll go back to Family Video and rent a couple of feel good movies, go back to my house and have a little Fourth of July celebration of our own.”

Sighing, you said, “That sounds wonderful.”

“What sounds wonderful?” your mom asked.

“Having a quiet night with Steve, celebrating the Fourth with a movie and some popcorn,” you explained. What you didn’t explain or want to say was Steve and I are having a night in because the boom of the fireworks will cause me to go into panic because of our experience in the Upside Down, but you didn’t. Your mom didn’t need to know everything.

“Oh, won’t that be nice?” she smiled. “Steve, it’ll be nice to have you around for the night. Your best friend here has been so lonely.”

“Oh, my goodness, mother,” you sighed, walking into the dining room to lean against your hands, which you placed on the table, your head hanging between your shoulders.

Although your mother didn’t know that you could still hear her when she said to Steve, “Talk to her about her nightmares, Steven. She wakes me up screaming at night.”

Crossing his arms, he looked over at you, replying to your mother, “She’s screaming?” Looking back at your mother, he added, “What is she screaming about?”

Sighing, your mother looked at your back while saying, “You, Steven.” Looking back at Steve, she tacked on, “She screams about you.” Placing a hand on his arm, she gave a sad smile, one that says I hate hearing my daughter scream and cry at night, so fix her, please.

As your mother walked away, you picked your head up with closed eyes and sighed. Why did she have to tell him that? you thought to yourself. Feeling Steve walk up behind you, you slowly turned around to face him, bracing your hands on the table behind you.

“You’re screaming about me at night?” he asked.

Nodding, you looked at a random spot on his shirt. “Yes.”

Steve looked around, seeing if he could spot your mom. When he couldn’t, he took a step closer and quietly asked, “Are they about the Upside Down? The Bats?”

Again, you nodded your head.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Steve asked, “So, are the nightmares also the flashbacks, or are those completely separate?” He wasn’t mad, just curious.

“It’s both, Steve. I can’t read the word thunder without going back into my mind. I can’t see the color red and not think about the lightning, or the blood that poured from you and Eddie after the Bats tried to make meals out of you two.”

Without so much as thinking about it, Steve wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your forehead immediately going to the center of his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Scoffing to yourself, you muttered, “I haven’t even asked about you. I’m so selfish.”

Resting his chin on the top of your head, he shook his head, sighing. “I’m not worried about me right now. I’m more worried about you.”

Sighing, you let a tear fall from your lash line, a tear you didn’t even feel building. So quietly, you say, “I love you, Stevie,” before looking up at him. Steve took it as a friendly confession, not one you’re actually meaning.

Your love for Steve grew from friends to love interest when thought he was dead meat when he got dragged into the Upside Down at Watergate. When you found him not dead, you sighed with relief.

Steve, on the other hand, has always loved you as more than a friend. Ever since he found out what it meant to love someone else. Sure, he loved Nancy, but not nearly as much as he loves you. Which is why the only response he gives is a kiss to your forehead, your eyes shutting at the feel of his lips on you.

“Hey, Steve?” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can we go run our errands now?”

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“This is going to be so much fun!” Dustin exclaimed from the backseat. “The gang all back together again.”

You looked over at Steve, apprehension on your face. “Yeah, about that, Dusty.”

It was quiet for a moment before Dustin whined, “Noooo. You have to go!”

“Dustin, I’m still having those nightmares and flashbacks. I’m not going to scream my head off at a town event and be talked about like I’m like the town freak.”

“Your sister doesn’t need to be tossed in Pennhurst, okay?” Steve said, coming to your defense.

“I mean, I understand it,” Max said. “I wouldn’t want to go there, either.”

“You don’t wanna be there with Mr. Creel?” Lucas asked.

A quick look in the backseat brought a smile to your face, seeing Max give Lucas the bird, but then cuddle up next to him. “You two are so adorable.”

“So, what are you going to do then if you’re not coming to the firework show?” Dustin asked.

“Steve and I went to Family Video earlier and rented some tapes, so we’ll be sitting at one of our houses watching feel good movies and eating some popcorn,” you answered.

It was silent again for a moment before Dustin mumbled, “You two better have clothes on when I come home.”

That statement alone set your cheeks ablaze, and Steve with some ideas before you two chuckled at your brother.

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“Really?” you asked. “Police Academy? Again?”

Chuckling, Steve said, “You watched me pick it up.”

“No, I didn’t. I walked away!”

The two of you ended up going back to Steve’s house. With the plans that Steve has to distract you from any firework sounds, he thought it best to come back to his house to not scar your sweet, sweet mother… and your little brother Dustin.

“You picked up Sixteen Candles again, so why can’t I pick out Police Academy?” he asked.

Tilting your head and forth, you thought about it for a moment. “You have a point there. Steve - 1, me - none.” Leaning back against the cushions after grabbing a handful of popcorn, you placed a few in your mouth, chewing the salty snack.

“Plus,” you added. “Sixteen Candles only has one boob scene. This movie-” You pointed to the screen. “Has a total of three… with sex!”

“What’s wrong with sex?” Steve asked, not thinking.

Shaking your head slowly, you replied, “Not a damn thing.”

With a soft smile to himself, Steve looked at your profile, happy with your answer.

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“And I can’t believe I gave my panties to a geek,” you recited, putting another handful of popcorn into your mouth. “See, this is why I love this movie. It’s got amazing quotes, and it’s funny, too.” Suddenly sitting up, you twisted to look at Steve, asking, “When this is over, can we go back to Family Video and get Weird Science and The Breakfast Club? Ooh! And maybe Back to the Future, too?”

Steve couldn’t help but smile a little at you, moving his hand from the back of the couch where his arm laid to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “We can do whatever you want.”

A soft pop sounded in the air, your body and mind immediately on alert. You could see the same thing on Steve’s face; alert. While Steve’s alertness was more of a protective alert, yours was more of a scared alert. 

The phone ringing had both your heads turning towards the device, Steve deciding to get up and answer it.

“The fireworks just started. You two okay?”

Sighing, Steve closed his eyes and hung his head a little. “Yeah, Hop. We’re okay. For now. Just on high alert.” Hearing whimpers from the living room, Steve’s protectiveness went up tenfold at hearing another soft pop. “Yeah, no, nevermind.”

“Is–”

“Yeah, she’s here. The popping is scaring her. I’ve got a plan to distract us.”

“Well, put that plan into motion, kid. They’re gonna keep popping them off for at least another 10 minutes.”

“Will do. Thanks, Hop.” Hanging up the phone, Steve called your name, your eyes immediately going to his. “Come here.”

You didn’t have to be told twice! Shooting off the couch like a rocket, you made your way into Steve’s arms, wrapping your own around his middle. “You doing okay?” you asked, voice a little muffled from where your face was pressed into his chest.

Rubbing your back, Steve answered, “I’m fine.”

Another pop of a firework had you both tensing.

“Look at me.”

Looking up at Steve, you didn’t have to ask him what was wrong because his lips pressing against yours shocked you more than anything. It didn’t take you long to sink into the kiss, the action going from testing the waters to hungry and needy.

Steve’s hands went from your back to your hips while yours trailed up from his ribs to his cheeks. Without even thinking, Steve bent to place his hands on the backs of your thighs, your body reacting without much thought as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Stopping the kiss very briefly, you breathed, “Steve, take me to bed.”

“Oh, I wholeheartedly planned on it.”

Looking at Steve, you couldn’t help but smile at him, a soft laugh from your lips. “Oh, really?”

“Yup,” he replied, walking you towards the stairs and up to his room, your head resting perfectly in the crook of his neck.

Before you knew it, your back was against the mattress. Looking up at him, you threaded your fingers through his hair. “What did you have planned, Harrington?”

Shaking his head softly, he said, “Just planned to distract you once the fireworks started.”

“And yourself. Don’t forget yourself.”

Steve nodded while smiling, bending his elbows to place his lips on yours, the hungry and needy kisses from moments ago now gone. Soft, sensual, loving kisses are now shared between you two.

Before the two of you knew it, you both were panting messes, Steve slotted between your legs, the both of you without any barriers between you; nothing but skin on skin.

“Steve, are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, fingers carding through his hair once again. 

Placing kisses on your neck, Steve hummed. “Not yet, baby.” Trailing those kisses down your chest and the valley of your breasts, he looked up at you. ���I can still hear them going off. Gotta keep distracting you.”

A giggle escaped you before you said, “Well, you’re doing a mighty fine job.”

He smiled before placing a kiss to your stomach, trailing his tongue over your belly button. You smiled as he did, leaning your head back a little, a satisfied noise sounding from your throat.

When you felt his hands spread your legs even further, your head shot up off the pillow, looking down at Steve as he placed kisses along your inner thighs. Bringing your arms underneath you, you rested against your elbows, every bit of confidence you felt now drifting away. “Steve.”

“Yeah, baby?” he replied, still leaving trails of kisses along your skin.

“Uhm, are you… gonna…?”

“Gonna what?”

After a few beats of silence, he looked up at you, seeing nothing but nervousness dancing in your eyes. “What is it?”

“It’s just that… no one’s ever…–”

“Ate you out?”

You shook your head no, nothing but embarrassment seeping through. “I’ve always given a guy head, but he’s never returned the favor.”

Steve rubbed his thumb along the top of your thigh, trying to sooth you. “You don’t have to return the favor tonight.”

“Wh–” Before you could finish the question, Steve’s tongue on your core shut you up with a slow intake of breath. You could feel him smile as he worked his tongue over you, hands coming to rest on either side of your pussy, spreading you open a little bit more for him. “Steve, wha– fuck!” 

As his tongue worked your clit, Steve smiled to himself as he peeked a look at you, seeing that you moved from resting on your elbows to having laid on your back, hands in your hair.

“Oh, my. That’s–” You cut yourself off from finishing that statement with a chuckle. “Oh, my gosh, keep doing that.”

“You like that?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!”

Steve chuckled, looking down at your most intimate area, his tongue going right back to your core, slowly dragging up. Without warning, he entered two fingers into your wet heat.

“Holy shit, Steve,” you said, picking up your head to look at him, his eyes closed to the pure passion he was feeling. “Steve.” A loud moan escaped you, your hands going to your breasts. “Steve, come here. Ste– fuck.” With your head tilted back, you almost screamed as your first orgasm of the night washed through you without much warning, and once it subsided, you looked back down at Steve, a lazy smile on your lips. “Get the fuck up here and kiss me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he replied, smiling. Hovering over you with your hands coming up to his face, the two of you kissed with such passion, it almost felt like you were having an out of body experience.

A laugh bubbled up out of you, the feeling of Steve’s lips on your teeth almost sending you into overdrive. 

“Why are you laughing?” Steve asked, kissing down your cheek to your neck.

“I-I can f-f-f-feel your cock jabbing me in the th-th-th-thigh,” you laughed. “It’s just a weird feeling.” Looking at the unamused look on his face, it made you laugh even more… then your eyes went wide as another firework shot off, this time a little closer. “Put it inside me now to distract me, Steve, or else I’ll hide in your bathroom with the lights on.”

“I don’t have any condoms near me,” he said. “They’re all in the bathroom.”

Without missing a beat, you replied, “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill. I trust you.”

The telltale sign of a firework shooting into the sky had your eyes widening even more as you reached between the two of you to grab Steve’s hard length and lining him up with your entrance. Another squeal in the sky had you looking back into Steve’s eyes. “Steve, I think if you push in, I’ll moan loud enough to drown out that firework that’s about po– oh my god!” 

Steve pushed into you, that loud moan you promised drowning out the firework pop that sounded through the sky. “Damn, baby. You made good on your promise.”

“Steve, this is no time for jokes,” you said. “We both have PTSD from that unforgiving place. Now, please, just… fuck me until the night passes.”

Chuckling, Steve replied, “I’m not sure I can go that many rounds.”

“Well, you fucking better, Harrington.”

With determination, Steve thrust in and out of you, both of you moaning loudly to drown out the sound of the fireworks going off, one right after the other. Neither of you heard the phone ringing downstairs.

At some point, you had rolled the both of you over, your body straddling his hips as you rode him; moving your hips back and forth, bouncing almost like your life depended on it. 

“Fuck, babe, that’s hot,” Steve breathed out.

Leaning forward, you braced your hands on his chest, your fingers carding through his chest hair, breaths heavy as moisture started to build on your forehead and back. “Steve, we have to switch. My legs are getting tired.”

Without missing a beat, Steve leaned forward and wrapped his arm around your back, lips on yours for a moment before he knelt on his bed, gently turning your body to hopefully get you to pick up what he was putting down.

Thankfully, you did. You removed yourself from his grip, turning around and getting on your hands and knees, where Steve grabbed your hips and thrust into again, both of your moans sounding out throughout the room.

His thrusts this time were unrelenting, his orgasm creeping up on him. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”

“Neither am I,” you breathed. “Keep going.”

With every thrust, you could feel his balls slapping at your clit, the feeling stimulating you in ways your fingers never could. It doesn’t feel as good as Steve’s tongue on your clit, but nevertheless, the feeling was amazing. “Oh, my god, Steve. That feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

You could feel Steve holding back from releasing his orgasm as you chased yours. Steve reached forward and placed his hand on your stomach, bringing you to sitting up, your hand immediately going to the nape of his neck, feeling his own perspiration there.

Steve rested his chin on your shoulder the best he could, watching your breasts bounce with every thrust. Without warning, his orgasm washed over him, your own following not long after.

Neither of you moved for a second. Neither of you wanted to. You had a feeling that this would change your relationship forever. Steve, on the other hand, wants this to change your relationship forever. He wants to be with you. 

“Hey, Steve?” you whispered.

“Yeah, Henderson?” 

“I have to pee so bad.”

Chuckling, Steve gently leaned you forward, the both of you hissing at the feel of Steve slowly pulling out. Getting off the bed, you waddled your way over to his bathroom, relieving yourself. When you were done and after you washed your hands, you looked at the glass shower door.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, Henderson?”

“Can I shower?”

Steve walked over to the bathroom door, opening it just a little, seeing you looking at his shower through the mirror. “Yeah.” He walked in and shut the door behind him. “As long as I can join.”

You turned to face him, seeing a smirk on his face. Not being able to help yourself, you laughed lightly, nodding your head. “Yeah. Yeah you can join.”

Steve walked over to you, gently cupping your cheeks before bringing his lips down on yours, you immediately kissing him back. He walked you backwards a few steps before stopping. The only reason he took his lips off yours was so he could open the shower door to turn the water on. Looking back down at you, he said, “Now, I don’t like my water the temperature of hell.”

You laughed loudly, the sound like music to Steve’s ears. “That’s okay. Warm water is best for my hair type, so is cold water.” At Steve’s puzzled look, you explained, “Warm water for washing and conditioning and rinsing like normal, cold water for that final rinse before getting out. Dustin hates it, Eddie’s getting used to it, and I secretly love it.”

“Will it work on mine?” he asked.

Chuckling, you said, “Of course it will. Keep using your Faberge shampoo and conditioner with that final cold rinse and your hair will look better than ever.” You smiled, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair.

Sticking his hand inside the shower, he deemed the temperature to be where he likes it, stepping in before taking your hand and guiding you under the water with him. Without missing a beat, he put his lips back on yours, a searing kiss that had your knees almost buckling. 

Tongues dancing, the sound of the water hitting the tile floor and yours and Steve’s moans sounding between the two of you, Steve was up and ready for round two.

“Thought you said you couldn’t go all night,” you mused. 

“Yeah, well, I can be wrong sometimes,” he said, smiling. He kissed you again after you smiled, both of your bodies and hair soaked from the shower. When you pulled away from him and started kissing down his body, Steve furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing. 

Steve threw his head back, hands coming up to the top of his head, smoothing his hair back at the feel of your mouth on him. “Goddamn, Henderson. You really know how to put that smart ass mouth to use.”

You almost choked on his cock from letting out a snort before pulling off of him to laugh. “You can’t say shit like that, Steve. I almost died!”

Lifting you off the floor, he wrapped his arms around your middle, your arms resting on his shoulders, a smile on both of your faces. “You’re so dramatic,” he said, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

The soft kiss turned into one of hunger and passion. Steve lifted your leg to rest on his hip before swiping the head of his cock between your fold before pushing himself into your sore core, a gasp releasing from you.

“Steve,” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he whispered back. “Just go with it. I’ll be soft, or at least I’ll try to be.”

Nodding, you breathed deep, feeling his soft thrusts. It was almost like the two of you were moving in time, dancing the same steps with the way you were moving in sync with each other. 

Just like before, you both finished together before showering each other off. Before the two of you got out, Steve turned the water on cold for the final rinse for your hair. Steve stepped out first to retrieve towels for the two of you.

Stepping out of the bathroom with the towels wrapped around your bodies, you suddenly remembered that you didn’t have a spare change of clothes, something that Steve also noticed.

Without saying a word, he walked into his closest, grabbing one of his t-shirts and basketball shorts. Looking through his drawers, he grabbed a pair of his boxers for you, handing them to you. 

As he went back into the closet to grab himself some clothes to change into, you went back into the bathroom to change and find a spare toothbrush, which you found under the sink in a storage container.

“Hey, Steve?” you said, voice raised.

“Yeah, Henderson?” he said, standing right next to you.

Jumping, you turned to look at him, hand over your heart. “Oh, my– Shit, I’m sorry. Uhm…–”

“Yes, you can use my toothpaste. I don’t mind. Really.”

Smiling, you whispered your thanks before grabbing the tube off the counter and putting a dollop on your brush after wetting the bristles. You wet the paste before putting it into your mouth, brushing your teeth clean of plaque and food.

Steve did the same, spitting out the foam when necessary. Once done, you both rinsed your mouths out and went back into the bedroom. Sighing, you looked around, not sure of what to do now.

“Uhm…” you said. “We could go finish watching our movies? I’m not supposed to go to bed with wet hair. It’ll flatten my curls.”

“Yeah, of course, whatever you want,” Steve said, smiling. “But before we do, I need to ask you a question.”

“What’s up?”

All of a sudden, he was nervous and embarrassed at the same time, not sure if he could ask the question he wanted to. “How happy do you think Dustin would be if we got together?”

Blinking rapidly, you weren’t expecting the question as you tried to think of an answer. “Uhh… I think he’d be happy. I mean, he fucking adores you. I mean, I adore you, too. You made me come like three times.” You laughed as Steve wrapped you up in his arms, a smile on his face.

“So, is that a yes, Henderson?” he asked.

Cupping his cheeks, you smiled. “Yes, Harrington, that’s a yes.”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! i'm so so sorry this took forever to get out. writer's block hit me like a brick! plus, i've been reading books like crazy, and i've gone in and out of depression episodes. thanks for sticking around! let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: i'm trying to add the character masterlists and playlists onto all my one-shots from here on out! let me know if it makes it easier for y'all to back and choose!

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Posted on July 2, 2025

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"Midnight Confessions"

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Bangchan x reader

🔞 Content Warning:

This work contains explicit sexual content (+18), alcohol use, rough sex, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, scratching, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, size kink, and consensual domination. Emotional tension and angst elements included. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

💌 Author’s note:

This was supposed to be a simple post-show smut, but Chan and the tension took control. I loved writing this loaded, years-long, unresolved craving — and it's only going to get worse before it gets better.

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Heyyyy! I honestly have no idea if this turned out even remotely okay because I’ve never written anything about Bang Chan before 😅 but I felt like it and… here it is. ⚠️ Just a quick reminder: this does not represent who Bang Chan is in real life. If at any point I ended up being disrespectful without realizing it, please feel free to let me know! If you like it and wanna request something, my asks are always open 🙂✨

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Midnight Confessions

The muffled sound of music from the hotel’s VIP lounge mixed with the ringing in your ears. The concert had ended hours ago, adrenaline still rushing through your veins, and the half-empty bottles of soju, beer, and whiskey scattered across the table made it clear no one here was sober.

You were sunk into the couch, knees up, watching Chan animatedly tell a story to Hyunjin and Changbin. He gestured wildly, his eyes shining, lips stretched into that stupid grin — the one that always fucked you up without even trying.

Years. Years of being best friends with that idiot, swallowing down jealousy, burying your cravings, pretending not to care when he disappeared with random girls after shows. Years of tension, and tonight it was unbearable.

You downed the rest of your drink, the burn in your throat almost pleasant.

— Hey, you okay? — Chan’s low voice cut through your thoughts.

He’d ditched the others and was sitting next to you now, shoulders touching, the scent of sweat-dried skin, woody cologne and alcohol overwhelming.

— I’m fine. — a lie.

Chan looked at you a second too long. He always noticed.

— You’ve been off all night.

You let out a bitter laugh.

— Just tired.

Liar. And he knew it.

— Come on. — He stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

You followed, your body light from the alcohol. You both climbed up to his room in silence, the soft buzz of the hallway the only sound. When the door clicked shut behind you, the tension snapped tight like a wire.

Chan dropped his keys and phone on the table.

— Are you gonna tell me what the fuck’s going on or do I have to guess?

You laughed dryly, leaning against the wall.

— What makes you think anything’s wrong?

— Because I know you. And because you’ve been looking at me like you wanna kill me for weeks.

The laugh slipped out before you could stop it.

— Maybe I do.

He raised a brow, that smirk curling on his lips.

— Then hit me already. — he stepped closer.

You knew he was drunk. Knew this would end badly. But you were done swallowing it.

— You’re such a fucking asshole, you know that? — the words spilled out louder than intended.

Chan was inches away, heat radiating off him.

— Yeah. I know.

You shoved his chest lightly. He caught your wrist, not tight — just enough to keep you there.

— Wipe that fucking smirk off.

— Why? It makes you nervous?

You shoved again, harder. He pressed you against the wall instantly, bodies flush, breath mingling.

— Is that it? — he murmured, lips too close. — Is it jealousy, ___?

You hated how he said your name like that, low and rough.

— Fuck you.

— Say it. — his grip tightened. — Say it.

You stared him down, pulse pounding.

— I’ve always wanted you, asshole.

Silence. Heavy, loaded silence. Just your breathing and his, eyes dark.

Chan’s hand slid to your throat.

— I know. — he murmured.

Then he kissed you.

Kissed you like he’d been starving for it. Hot, messy, teeth scraping, tongue claiming your mouth. You moaned into it, your nails digging into his shoulder.

Chan spun you, pressing you against the wall. The kiss got dirtier, hungrier. His hand grabbed your thigh, hitching it around his waist.

— Fuck, you’re mine. — he growled against your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

You whimpered.

His hand dropped, palm landing hard on your ass.

— Always were. — another sharp slap made you gasp.

— Bed. — he ordered.

You didn’t hesitate. You went, your heart racing.

Chan pulled his shirt off, sweat-damp skin glinting, scratched by fans. That look in his eyes could kill.

— Strip. — his voice was rough, commanding.

You obeyed, slow, on purpose. He smirked.

— Always such a tease.

You spread your legs open, taunting.

— Come get it then. If you can.

His gaze burned.

He unbuckled his belt, and in seconds he was between your thighs, mouth hot and desperate, lips trailing your throat, teeth biting, tongue licking, leaving purple bruises. His hand slid down your thigh, fingers squeezing, teeth scraping.

You moaned when his mouth reached your cunt, tongue sliding through your folds, slow then fast, then back again. Your hips arched, a sharp cry escaping.

— Fuck… Chan…

He chuckled against you, lips sucking, his hand pinning your hips down.

— Knew you’d sound like this. — voice wrecked.

You clawed at his back.

— Shut up and keep going.

He bit your thigh.

— Bossy. I like it.

His tongue worked harder, fingers sliding in. Pressure building, body trembling.

Then he stopped. You whined.

— On your knees.

You hesitated.

— Now. — his voice went deeper.

You obeyed. He gave another sharp slap, palm stinging.

— Goddamn, this view.

You heard the zipper drop. You bit your lip. You knew he was big. Always fucking knew.

Chan leaned in, teeth on your neck, hand tangling in your hair.

— Ready to get fucked the way you deserve?

You moaned your answer.

And he thrust in, all at once.

He slammed into you without warning, pulling a loud, broken moan from your throat. It was worse than you imagined. Thicker, deeper, stretching you open in the filthiest, most perfect way. The overwhelming fullness made your legs tremble.

— Fuck… — he growled behind you. — Knew this pussy would be tight like this. Holy shit…

You were gasping, bracing yourself against the bed as he fucked into you, hard and raw. His hands gripped your hips so tight it hurt, the wet sound of your bodies slapping together filling the dim room.

— You like it, huh? Always acting so fucking tough… and now you’re moaning like a desperate little slut.

His voice was deep, filthy, completely intoxicating.

— Fuck you, Chan… — you shot back, voice cracking between moans.

He let out a dark, ragged laugh that sent shivers down your spine.

— Too late for that, sweetheart.

His hand came down hard, smacking your ass. You yelped, the sting burning deliciously.

— That’s it. Moan for me. I want everyone in this damn hallway to know who’s fucking you right now.

Another slap.

And another.

Your vision blurred, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes — not from pain, but pure fucking pleasure. And he knew it. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.

— Look at me. — he ordered.

You turned your face, meeting his gaze. It was dark. Starved. Chan kissed you hard, biting your lip until it bled, his tongue claiming your mouth like he wanted to swallow you whole.

— Always wanted this. — he whispered against your lips. — Always pictured you on all fours for me… with that filthy mouth of yours, moaning my name.

He pulled out of you suddenly. You barely had time to protest before Chan flipped you onto your back, dragging you down to the edge of the bed.

— Open those legs. — he demanded.

You obeyed without hesitation.

He smirked, a filthy, fucking gorgeous grin.

His mouth was on you again, tongue sliding between your folds, sucking your clit harshly. You cried out, your hand diving into his hair, tugging.

Chan groaned against you.

— Fuck… I love how you taste… — he muttered, thrusting two fingers inside you, then three, fucking you with them while his mouth worked mercilessly.

You were shaking, a mess of desperate pleas and high-pitched moans until your orgasm hit like a punch, arching your back, your entire body seizing.

He didn’t stop.

He dragged you through it again.

And again.

Until your legs gave out.

Chan stood up, his cock flushed, hard and leaking, glistening with your slick.

— Your turn, sweetheart. — he said, grabbing your hair and pulling you to your knees.

You knew exactly what he wanted. And you didn’t hesitate.

You wrapped your hand around the base, feeling how heavy and thick he was, the tip already nudging the back of your throat before you even took him all the way in.

Chan let out a raw moan, throwing his head back.

— Fuck… that’s it… take this cock, you filthy little slut.

You choked slightly, tears welling in your eyes, your throat stretching to take him. He started fucking your mouth, both hands tangled in your hair, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room.

You loved it. The taste, the weight, the way you could destroy him like this.

He unraveled fast, his moans rough and filthy.

— Fuck… yeah… gonna cum.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder.

Chan gripped your head, burying himself to the base, your throat flexing around him as he spilled deep down your throat, groaning loud.

You swallowed everything, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, staring up at him with the filthiest grin you could manage.

— Fucking pathetic. Couldn’t even last. — you taunted.

He laughed, breathless, pulling you up by the arm.

— Shut up, you insufferable whore. — and crashed his lips against yours, the taste of both of you mixing in a filthy, perfect kiss.

You both collapsed on the bed, sweaty, marked, completely fucked — body and mind.

The silence after was heavy. It was never just sex.

Never had been.

Chan kept staring at you, his fingers tracing over the scratches and bruises he'd left.

You turned away.

— Don’t look at me like that.

— Like what?

— Like this was anything more than what it was.

He smiled, sad and pretending not to care.

— Relax. It was just fucking.

Lie. For both of you.

But it was easier that way.

You fell asleep tangled together. As usual.

And the next morning, no one said a word.

But the looks exchanged at breakfast gave everything away.

And you knew: this wasn’t over.

Not even close.

[emeraldserenade]

I am so in love with your writings so much!!

I was wondering if you could do a fanfic with Joaquin in a College AU?

Looking forward to more of your works~

Denny's ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You meet Joaquín and promptly end up falling in love at a Denny's

tw: fem!reader, frat boy!Joaquín, college AU, Stark!reader (Tony's sister), reader doesn't believe they're hot enough for Joaquín, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! This is really overdue and I'm sorry. I'm watching Hamilton right now so hopefully the spirit of Hamilton transfers to me and I can knock out a bunch of requests!!

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Frat parties were not your scene, sure you went with your friends, but it was more about the fact that you didn't want them to think you were lame. It's how you found yourself, out on the lawn of the CAP house with your friend puking into their bushes.

"Let's go get more drinks!" Cherry slurred before running off, leaving you to sit on a porch chair while the music thumped away inside.

"Not having fun?" Sam Wilson, your chem project partner, asked as he sat down.

"I was, but then Cherry's insistent on getting alcohol poisoning, Claire is sucking face with one of the girls from CHA, and Wendy left with some frat bro from a different house about an hour ago," you told him, pulling your hair tie off your wrist to mess with it. "And you're oddly coherent for this late in a party," you added, noting his lack of slurring.

"I had one drink and then realized I didn't want to get drunk tonight," Sam told you, offering you a stick of gum from the packet in his pocket.

"Yo, Sam, you out here?" You heard another male voice yell. Sam reached over to smack the man's arm for attention.

"What is it, Joaquín?"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted help finding someone to hook up with but-" you cut Joaquín off with a loud laugh.

"Yeah, no. Sorry Sam, so offense, but I'm not hooking up with you, ever," you laughed before standing up, adjusting the hem of your cropped tank. "I'm going to the Denny's, bye boys!"

"Wait, I want Denny's!" Sam came running over before him and Joaquín were on either side of you.

"You paying?" You joked, nudging Sam in the ribs. "You owe me after the buffet," you added.

"Oh shit, I do. Yeah, I'll pay for you."

"It was a joke, Sam," you deadpanned but he shook his head.

"My mimi taught me better than that," Sam gave you a flat look and you looked over and up at Joaquín. You and him shared a look before laughing, leaving Sam to smile at how well you two already got along.

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The waitress at Denny's had a soft smile when she walked over, "Welcome in, my name's Sheryl, what can I start y'all with?"

"Can I have a hot chocolate, extra whipped cream, please?" You asked, adding your best smile.

"Of course, sweetie. What about you two?" You tuned out their drink options as you looked back at the menu. "I'll go put those in and come back in a bit," Sheryl smiled before leaving.

"You look oddly familiar when you smile," Joaquín mumbled, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"She's Tony's sister," Sam supplied, his eyes on the menu.

"Oh shit, really?" Joaquín sat up straighter.

"Yeah, and whatever he's told you about me is probably exaggerated or wrong," you answered, a tilt in your head.

"Most of what I know about you comes from Pepper," Joaquín told you.

"Potts? Oh, I love her. Too good for Tony though," you leaned back in the booth across from the boys. You and Joaquín kept talking with Sam grumbling about being forgotten, only to never answer a question directed towards him, until Sheryl came back for your order.

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Sam ended up fake complaining about you stealing his friend by the end of your late night meal. "Sam, you would have sent him back to the party if you minded. Stop being dramatic," you told him, your smile sweet. "Plus, you told me that I need a friend that isn't a year older than me. And Qunio is just that," you gave him the signature Stark smirk.

"Qunio?" Joaquín had ended up next to you in the booth.

"Yeah, got a problem with it?" You looked at him. "Wait, that sounded bitchy. I actually mean it, if you have a problem with it I'll stop," you added on when you heard how bad it actually sounded.

"Nah, I like it," he slung his arm over your shoulders and you laughed before gently nudging him with your shoulder. His arm stayed there, not that you minded.

"Alrighty, here's those checks," Sheryl placed the all three checks down and Sam swooped in to grab them all.

"My treat, for both of you," Sam said, already handing them to Sheryl with his card.

"What a gentleman," you deadpanned but your smile betrayed your words.

"I know I am," Sam joked, nudging your leg with his foot.

"Oh wow, so humble," you looked over at Joaquín with a smile, already finding him to be looking at you. You kept the eye contact for a moment, realizing just how pretty he actually is.

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"This seat taken?" Joaquín's voice made you jump, you always sat alone in this class. You weren't even aware he was in this one.

"Uh, no. You take this class?" You asked, watching as he slid into the seat. It was a smaller lecture hall, but still big enough that you has several places around you empty.

"Yeah, I normally sit on the other side of the classroom. Closer to the door but figured since we're friends now, I could give up the prime seating and sit by you," Joaquín said, pulling his laptop out.

"Oh, well, I'm letting you know now that I don't write notes. I record the lecture and write notes afterwards so I can pause it when needed. So don't be alarmed if you see me doing something else," you told him, swapping tabs to set up your recording.

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"Looks like we're partners Torres," you said as class ended, your professor decided to pick partners by who you were sitting with.

"Looks like it, what would you have done without me sitting by you?" Joaquín joked, but you had a legitimate answer.

"Oh, the same as the other times. I would have paired up with Todd, he sits alone too," you said and as if you summoned him, Todd showed up.

"Hey, Stark, need a partner?" Todd asked, getting close like he always was.

"She has one," Joaquín slid up next to you, slipping two fingers into your waistband to pull you into his side. You widened your eyes at the action, not expecting him to pull you in, let alone slip his fingers into your waistband.

"Sorry Todd, he was just next to me. And you know the rules," you shrugged, letting Joaquín slip his arm around your waist and shove his hand into your back pocket. Todd grumbled under his breath as he stormed away. "Careful how you hold me, Torres. Or I'll start to think you like me," you told him but made no move away from him as you slung your bag on your back.

"What if I do, Stark?" Joaquín brazenly asked and you laughed.

"Then I'll need a new partner because clearly you have shit taste," you told him, expecting him to laugh but he paused as you got into the hallway.

"What?" He sounded genuinely baffled but some blonde came bounding up to you both. Joaquín never too his hand out of your pocket, in fact, he actually pulled you closer.

"Hi, Joaquín!" The blonde giggled. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch," she twirled her hair around her finger as she spoke. You took a moment to really look at her, she was exactly the type of girl that would be with Joaquín. She was perfectly pretty and had long smooth looking legs.

You missed Joaquín's answer as you were looking at the blonde but you saw her eyes cut to you before leaving in a huff. "You could have said yes," you told him, already knowing his answer.

"There's a lot of reasons I said no. But now I want to talk about your shit taste comment, so come on," Joaquín used his grip in your back pocket to gently push you to walk with him. You did with no complaints or reluctance.

"Where are we going?"

"Frat house, my room," he told you but you shook your head.

"My dorm, it's a single," you told him, gently nudging his torso to he would change direction towards your dorm hall.

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You walked into your dorm finally pulling away from Joaquín and sat down on your bed. Joaquín followed your movements, throwing his bag with yours by your desk.

"Why'd you say I have shit taste?" Joaquín didn't beat around the bush.

"Because I'm not pretty like she was, Joaquín," you said. "I'm not even close to your league."

"Bullshit," Joaquín announced, standing up to stand in front of you. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, it's why I made the stupid joke the other night. I was worried you were actually going to hook up with Sam, I had noticed you ealier and was originally going to ask for help finding you. But then you were there, sitting with Sam and sharing his gum, the gum he guards with his life."

"It's because he knows I focus better when I'm chewing or sucking on something, I tend to forget to listen to him when he talks over wise. He learned that one during our chem project," you told him with a huffed laugh.

"Sam told me the same thing that night while you were in the bathroom at Denny's. It's why I was brave enough to sit by you and throw my arm around your shoulders. Y/n, you're literally my dream girl. If little me were here, he'd think you came directly from his mind!"

"Oh," you softly told him. "So you were serious when you said you liked me?"

"Yes," Joaquín affirmed.

"Ok then, um," you looked around your room for a moment. "We should go on a date tonight, the project can wait a day," you told him, your smile matching his.

"I couldn't agree more," Joaquín said before you two kissed. It was sweet but perfect.

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[abbysreal-wife]

No fun

Prisoner!Abby x Cop!Reader

Fucked my way up to the top

Need you baby like I breathe you, baby

Need you, baby, more, more, more, more

—Lana Del Rey

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Summary::

Tags:: blood mentioned, and that’s about it….

A/N:: I saw a TikTok with that damn “mrs officerrrr” sound and I HAD to write abt it.

Little notes!:: I lowk stopped putting smut in my fics ever since that anon said I write it like im inexperienced with woman… like I think about that every week now… ts messed up my whole flow🙏🏾😕 this is also inspired by @look-me her fics are so good I js wanna gobble her up. (She hasn’t posted in a while but yk…)

Currently playing…

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November 16th 6AM

Lights cut on. Blinding the women behind the metal bars. Abby groaned, she didn’t have a cell mate to worry about, anymore.

Especially after she beat the shit out of Ellie Williams for making a joke about her father.

Isolation for 2 days. That was it.

She was big, scary, some guards were just an inch terrified of this woman.

Abby Anderson.

Her name was known worldwide, well, realistically speaking “prisonwide” if you will.

When it was “free roam” for an hour, she wouldn’t be playing board games, or watching old television shows with the others.

She’d be the odd one out, always working out, keeping her cell organized, declining drugs.

That behavior was known as “weird” around here.

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September 6th your first day…

Everyone knew it was an unspoken rule to talk to the prisoners for over 2 minutes. Especially female cops.

“Why is that?” You asked curiously before taking a few mental notes.

Your other cop friend laughed in your face “Cause, 2 years ago a female cop talked with a prisoner for longer than 30 minutes—and then she ended up pregnant with his baby. So…”

“Oh, — your eyebrows furrowed “that’s, something.”

Sergeant shoved you playfully “no need to worry about that though, you’re working in the female cells”

It started with a simple “what do you want,Anderson?” Over the intercom.

Naw When Abby buzzed into it from her cell your face would light up.

November, 17th 2AM

“Can I sing a song to you?” Her tired voice buzzed through the device, you took your feet off the table and pressed the button, “no, go to bed”

She sighed “you’re no fun.”

3AM

Abby laid flat on her back, before getting an idea. An idea to annoy you.

“You know, Ms officer you’re the only person that answers me when your in office”

“I see why” you replied letting go of the red button once done.

Abby scoffed to herself “so rude—“goodnight”

You didn’t answer.

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November 18th 1PM

The cold tiled room was bare, damp and dimly lit with a washed out. Lamp that hung above the table.

“We need you with Anderson, she won’t talk to any officers and we need answers on why she did this.” Your friend came out of the room, you looked behind her, shoving the last bit of food you had in your mouth.

“What’d she do?” You curiously asked before making your way to the door.

“You’ll see.”

“Anderson.”

You tried to make your voice sound cold. And put on a non readable face.

Her head snapped towards the door, arms crossed across her chest, the white wife beater she wore had been spotted with blood and sweat.

“what took you so long to come here”

“I was on break, eating.”

“Eating what?”

You sighed “things.”

“I thought cops only eat donuts” she joked.

You rolled your eyes, putting the handcuffs on the metal table. “That’s just a stereotype, Anderson.”

“This is about you though. Okay?”

“What did you do, why are they threatening to send you to isolation?” Your tone was concerned as the air in the room changed, your voice raised.

Abby was still cold faced “I slapped the hell out of that bitch Mel. End of story, can I go back now?”

She stood “sit down, Anderson. I’m not done— your voice carried on “why’d you do it?”

Sitting down, she let out a long, deep sigh. The silenced was loud enough to hear the AC running.

“Because, she spread some bullshit rumor about me” you scoffed in disbelief “so you mean to tell me that you took a risk to get isolation just because of a rumor?.. what is this middle school?”

You were frustrated, her gaze softened as she looked away from embarrassment “I’m making them let you off with a warning, one chance only, if you fuck it up that’s your fault” your comment to her was irrelevant in her mind. She’s gonna do it again next week. She nodded anyways.

“Up, up now. We have to head back to your cell” you said grabbing the cold handcuffs off the table, she stood fast turning around as. Your hands worked against her wrist.

Walking out the room was a humiliation act, for once Abby felt little, all the cops and other prisoners staring at her.

Once you two made it to her cell, which also happens to be the cell at the end of the hall. She walked in and rubbed her wrist, it took everything in you to walk away, “wait— her voice spoke out as it echoed throughout the long empty space, you silently celebrated to yourself turning around.

“What do you want.”

She smirked “stay, please?” Please.

Not a very common word around here.

“Abby you know I can’t do th—“

“Is it also true that cops are no fun? Or is that just a stereotype as well” Abby taunted you, instantly, you gave in.

Maybe those 1 hour long conversations over the intercom did mean something.

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A/N:: smut will be in the next fic I post so don’t worry…. Gulp…..

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[formulafanfics13]

do you feel comfortable writing high sex or drug usage? because if so, could i get some alex albon smut where him and the reader are smoking and the reader starts to get really needy and it turns into dry humping and then alex is rough with her right after? 🥺

patience isn't your virtue, huh? - AA23 🔥

Masterlist

Summary: High and teasing on a hot balcony, you grind on Alex’s lap until he snaps — fucking you rough over the outdoor table in a haze of weed, sweat, and dominance. The sex is filthy, intense, and punishing, ending with both of you wrecked and breathless under the sunset.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, weed use, rough sex, choking (hand on throat), orgasm denial/control, spanking/slapping (clit), dirty talk, light degradation/brat taming, outdoor sex (semi-public), creampie, light power play.

The blunt’s nearly gone. It’s sticky-hot outside. The kind of heat that sinks into your bones and makes everything slow, the wind, the conversation, the way your body folds against his like you’ve done it a thousand times. Alex’s hair is damp from a post-shower rinse. His joggers are low on his hips, no shirt, just smooth skin and that fucking smug expression he always wears when he’s baked.

You're straddling him on the balcony chair. Legs bare. A cigarette burn already on your thigh from earlier, and a gloss-sticky joint clutched between your fingers like it’s salvation.

He exhales, smoke curling lazy past his lips, and taps your thigh twice. “You’re fidgeting.”

“Am I?”

“You’re grinding.”

“Noticed, did you?”

He smirks. Flicks ash over the side. “I thought you said this was chill?”

You blow smoke straight at his mouth and grin. “You think I sit on your dick like this when I want chill?”

Alex’s jaw flexes. He’s been playing it cool for the past half hour, letting you roll, letting you talk shit, letting you sit pretty in his lap while pretending he wasn’t fucking aching underneath. But the second you start rocking your hips like that, dragging yourself down slow against the shape of his cock, it shifts something in him. You feel it. His hands tighten on your thighs. His head tips back against the chair.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You really gonna do this now?”

You blink at him, fake-innocent. “Do what?”

“Be a fucking tease.”

“I’m not teasing,” you murmur, leaning forward until your mouth is right by his ear. “I’m so wet, Alex. Look.”

You take his hand, drag it between your thighs, press his fingers against the soaked crotch of your shorts. You’re not wearing underwear. He groans like he’s been punched. “Jesus Christ.”

“Told you.”

He pulls his hand away and wipes it on your leg. Not gently. His grip on your hips tightens hard enough to bruise. “You wanna come like this?” he asks, voice rough. “Grinding on me like a fuckin’ pillow princess?”

You bite your lip. “If I asked nicely?”

His eyes are dark now. Real dark. “You’ve been asking for it since you walked out in that fucking top.”

“You said you liked this top.”

“I like it because it barely fucking exists.”

He grabs your hips, pulls you down hard against his cock, and grinds you.

Your breath catches. “Alex-”

“Oh, now you’re shy?”

The friction is filthy. His joggers are soft but thick, dragging perfectly against your clit with every roll of your hips. You’re dripping. Moaning. Practically humping him like a goddamn animal. He just watches. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking needy. I didn’t even have to touch you properly.”

“You are touching me,” you gasp.

“Not enough. That what you want?”

You nod, frantic. “Please.”

Alex doesn’t move for a second.

Then, fast, brutal, he grips your throat, pushes you back onto the outdoor table, and drags your shorts down your thighs in one motion. “Fucking stay,” he snaps. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You moan. Loud. He’s standing over you now, hair messy, eyes wild, pulling his joggers down just enough to free his cock. He strokes it once, twice, then slaps it against your dripping pussy with a growl. “This what you want?”

“Yes-fuck-yes, Alex-”

He pushes in without warning. No teasing. No slow build. Just shoves into you like he owns it. Your scream echoes off the balcony walls. “Shhh,” he mocks, hand clamped over your mouth. “Gonna wake the fucking neighbours.”

He fucks you like he’s mad at you. Hips snapping, one hand on your throat, the other digging into your thigh. There’s nothing gentle about it. Just pure heat and slick and need. You’re clawing at his back, whining through his palm, arching under every thrust like you’re losing your fucking mind.

“You come yet?” he pants.

“No-”

He leans in, mouth by your ear. “Good. Don’t.”

You whimper.

“Not till I say.”

“Alex-”

He pulls out. Slaps your clit. You jolt. Cry out. Try to chase it. “Nope.” He spins you around, bends you over the table. Slams back in. “You get to come,” he growls, “when I’ve fucked the brat out of you.”

And he means it. You come shaking. Gasping. Whole body twitching under his hold. He finishes seconds later with a grunt, spilling inside you, hips still jerking like he can’t get deep enough. You’re both fucked out and filthy. High. Wrecked.

Alex laughs, breathless. “That what you needed?”

You nod weakly.

“Next time,” he says, pressing a kiss to your spine, “just ask.”

[valentine-cafe]

the fic was so good guys (i think im okay now :pp) but preorder again 🫶🫶 with haitao 209 (as per usual)

silly ahh thought but hear me out, sugar daddy!haitao and gn!reader. he asks reader to accompany him while he’s doing some paperwork and all, and they do and he made them sit on his lap. it was all good and comfy before it went to the reader cock warming him, but instead of being needy about it, reader lowkey just passes out in his arms because it felt comfortable

😋😋 that’s it, that’s the req lmao teehee

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : lemon meringue cheesecake !! . . . demon grim reaper ⊹ gn reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 209 ꮽ  zhào haitao

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a stoic & cold grim reaper mercenary, possessed by a vengeful demon  

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... cockwarming haitao during his paperwork hours is surprisingly comforting, the two of you melt into one another in a happy serenity ⊹ cw ٬٬ cockwarming . luu'leriel being a menace at the end . 

Haitao would remain just as unbothered and comfortable as you. One arm haphazardly slung around your waist. While his left hand took over the work of writing.

At times, a pair of dioxazine hues would gravitate down to where you sat. Your eyes closed as your head remained heavy on his chest in your peaceful silence. Arms wrapped around his chest while you enjoy the feel of his shaft buried deep inside of you.

Sure, a few noises and shudders would be the result of him moving. But you weren't being a brat about it. How could he complain at any point in time? As long as you enjoyed yourself as much as he did, he was more than content.

"You're throbbing," the giggled croak send a few extra vibrations down to his hard length. "Of course I am." He replied casually. Underlining another paragraph that had to be studied later for any evidence in his current, tiring case of figuring out traitors of the resistance.

Click goes the pen and rattle goes the table, when it's tossed to the table. And Haitao's left hand retreats back to you. To rub gentle circles into your back, before wrapping his arm around you to join the other. Moments like these, are ones he wishes he could stay in forever. Abandon all hurt from outside forces and just stay here with you. Until the world withered and went quiet.

You let out a little yelp when his right leg begins bouncing. "Hey— Mngh, are you doing that intentionally-"

Haitao opens his eyes a little and lifts a brow of confuision. "Hm?" The gaze sweeps between your bodies and notice the sudden bounce.

"Luu'leriel. stop that immediately."

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[pankowcrumbs]

hi! Just saw the Will Poulter Bombay Sapphire commercial and it has me going absolutely feral for that man! 😍

With that as inspo, can I request a Will Poulter x actress/singer reader go on a romantic getaway to Italy or Greece? I imagine they have been together a while and always travel to where the other one is at. Exhausting, but love is worth it! So they decide to finally take some time to just relax and be together. Maybe it gets a little smutty? Up to you!

Thank you! I love your writings!

Greece X Will Poulter 18+

MasterList

Will Poulter Masterlist

The cicadas hummed a lazy afternoon tune as I slid the glass door open, the heat of the Greek sun wrapping around me like a silk robe. The scent of salt and suncream danced in the breeze, and beyond the edge of our private villa, the turquoise water shimmered like something out of a dream. I stepped out onto the white stone patio, a glass of chilled rosé in my hand, wearing nothing but an oversized linen shirt of Will’s the buttons haphazard, one shoulder exposed.

He was already in the pool, his arms propped against the edge as he watched me with that look. The one that said he hadn’t seen me in hours, not seconds. The one that made my thighs press together without thinking.

We’d been together three years. Met on a film set chemistry in the script, chaos in real life. I was late to my audition; he was already cast and sitting cross-legged on the floor in the hallway with a coffee and a paperback. When we finally shared a scene, the director clapped too early, thinking the tension was acting. It wasn’t.

Since then, we’d lived in airports. Trailers. Hotel rooms. We took turns flying across the world for a stolen weekend. Exhausting. But we loved each other like the moon loves the tide. Always pulled back together.

So, this... this villa in the Greek countryside with no scripts and no crew was our first time just being in a while.

“Morning, darling,” Will said, even though it was half-past two. His voice was low and warm, like honey over toast.

I padded barefoot over to him and leaned down, cupping his jaw in my hand before kissing him slowly. He tasted like mint and sun. He let out a hum from deep in his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

“I thought I’d find you here,” I said against his mouth.

“You always do,” he smirked. “Come in. The water’s perfect.”

I hesitated, teasing. “What’s in it for me?”

He pulled back, resting his chin on folded arms. “You’ll be wet and half-naked. Seems like a win for both of us.”

I rolled my eyes and unbuttoned the shirt slowly, aware of his eyes tracking every movement. I let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the ground, revealing the deep green bikini he liked. His gaze dropped lingering on my stomach, my chest, my thighs.

“Jesus, Y/n”

He looked like he wanted to devour me.

I stepped into the water, letting out a sigh as the coolness kissed my sun-warmed skin. He reached for my waist immediately, tugging me toward him, pulling me onto his lap in the shallow end. His hands found the small of my back, hot and firm, his mouth brushing my collarbone.

“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he murmured, his lips moving against my skin.

I leaned into him, threading my fingers through his damp hair. “I’m knackered, Will. But with you… it doesn’t matter.”

He held my face gently between both palms, forcing my eyes to his. “I know. We run ourselves ragged. But not here. Not this week. This week, we do nothing but adore each other.”

I smiled, but the emotion in his voice caught me off guard. I kissed him again slower this time, deeper. He responded instantly, tongue brushing mine, his grip tightening. I felt his body tense under me, the way he always did when he was holding back. His hands slid under the waistband of my bikini bottoms, tracing the edge, teasing.

“You’re playing with fire,” I whispered, breath hitching.

“Then burn me.”

He stood suddenly, water cascading down his chest, and carried me out of the pool with ease, my legs wrapped around his waist. He laid me down gently on the sunlounger, never breaking the kiss. The towel beneath me was warm, but his body was hot, skin damp and tasting of sea salt. He kissed his way down my neck, slow and maddening. His fingers slid under my bikini top, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened.

“Will,” I gasped, hips lifting.

He looked up at me with such intense adoration I felt like I’d melt. “You drive me absolutely mad, you know that? Look at you”

His mouth returned to my chest, kissing and teasing, one hand stroking down my side, exploring every inch like he hadn’t already memorised me. His fingers hooked into my bikini bottoms and pulled them down agonisingly slow. I watched him from beneath heavy lids, every nerve ending alive.

“You're so reactive,” he murmured, trailing soft kisses down my stomach. “So good for me.”

His mouth found the inside of my thigh and I moaned softly, clutching at his hair. His tongue danced over sensitive skin, not yet where I wanted him but close. Every flick, every pause, every warm breath he knew exactly what he was doing. And he loved it.

“Will, please…”

He glanced up, smug. “Tell me what you need, love.”

“You. I need you.”

He kissed just below my hipbone. “You have me. All of me.”

Then his tongue finally met where I ached for him, and I cried out, arching into him. He moaned against me, hands holding my hips steady as he lavished attention like I was his favourite song and he knew all the words. My fingers gripped the edge of the lounger, and his name fell from my lips over and over.

When I finally came undone, shivering and panting under the Greek sun, he kissed his way back up my body, smiling like a man completely obsessed.

I cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss that tasted like desperation and love. “I want you,” I whispered. “Now.”

He didn’t make me ask twice.

The lounger creaked under us, his voice low and filthy in my ear, hands everywhere. When he finally slid inside me, I wrapped myself around him like ivy on stone. We moved together, slow and needy, the kind of rhythm born from knowing someone’s body like your own. It was a tangle of moans, murmured names, and the faint sound of waves crashing somewhere below.

When it was over, we stayed tangled in silence, slick with sweat and sun and sea breeze, our foreheads touching, breath shared.

“I could stay like this forever,” I murmured.

“Let’s,” he replied. “Sod the world. We’ll live off olives and wine and never wear pants again.”

I laughed and kissed his jaw. “I’d miss the pizza too much. And you’d miss making gritty films where you cry in the rain.”

He smirked. “Fair. But I’d trade it all to keep seeing you like this.”

We eventually moved inside, curled up on the sofa with towels around us and a half-eaten cheese board between us. He rested his head on my lap, scrolling through photos on his phone sneaky ones of me sunbathing, reading, laughing.

“You know,” he said, tracing circles on my thigh, “one day we should get a place like this. Somewhere we can escape to. Just us.”

I smiled. “I’d like that.”

“No cameras. No red carpets. Just morning swims and long lunches and you in nothing but my shirts.”

“And you in nothing but your smug grin,” I teased.

He reached up and pulled me down into another kiss. “You love it.”

I did. God help me, I did.

The sun dipped lower, casting everything in that honey-glow you only get near the sea. We lay there until dusk, tangled limbs and whispered promises, the villa silent except for the gentle hum of the night and the beating of two very full hearts.

[suzanneniklausversion]

ʟᴇᴏ ᴠᴀʟᴅᴇᴢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

• Neurodivergent king. Has ADHD and some major unresolved trauma. Hyperfixates on building things to escape his feelings.

• Copes with humor to the point where no one realizes he’s actually deeply lonely unless they really pay attention.

• Craves physical affection but hates asking for it. If someone hugs him without warning, he literally melts.

• Refuses to go to therapy until Piper drags him to a magical demigod group therapy circle. He makes 4 jokes and then sobs for 10 minutes.

• Genuinely believes he’s unlovable deep down. Like deep. Fears abandonment constantly but would die before admitting it.

• Hyperactive insomnia. Stays up all night tinkering and then crashes for 30 hours on Festus’ wing.

• Bisexual disaster. Flirts with literally everyone. Gender? Hair color? Mortal or god? Doesn’t matter. If you’re hot and sarcastic, he’s down bad.

• Had a full crisis when he realized he liked Jason and not just admired him. “No, no, no, you don’t get abs like that and expect me to stay NORMAL.”

• Demisexual-coded. Acts flirty, but doesn’t actually fall for people unless there’s a real bond—then it’s intense.

• Talks big game but gets all blushy and awkward if someone flirts back. Like “I have to go build something RIGHT NOW” energy.

• Had a crush on Percy and hated it because he was like, “Oh great, another person who won’t love me back. Classic.”

• Piper = platonic soulmate. They trauma bond over never feeling “enough” and have sobbing-on-the-roof friendship nights.

• Lowkey adores Hazel. Not just crush love—genuinely sees her as someone who makes him feel seen. Would protect her with his life.

• Still writes letters to Calypso even if they aren’t together anymore. Like “I hope you’re happy. I made you a watch. It has the stars on it.”

• Nico: starts off terrified of him. Ends up being one of the few people Leo lets sit in silence next to him in the workshop.

• Feels like the “extra” in the group even though he literally saves everyone 8 times. Doesn’t believe he’s the hero.

• Builds little mechanical birds that sit on people’s shoulders and say dumb compliments like “You’re doing so good, sweetie.”

• Once made a tiny toaster that shot glitter. It got banned from Camp Half-Blood after the incident.

• Festus is his therapy dragon. Talks to him like a dog. “Buddy, I swear to gods if you don’t stop eating swords—”

• Once accidentally made a device that plays music every time Percy walks in a room. It played “Hot Stuff.” Percy was not amused.

• Writes secret poetry in the back of his journal but it’s like “Roses are red, I am alone, please someone hug me, I have no phone.”

• Wears rings made of nuts and bolts. Says it’s fashion. Really it’s anxiety fidgeting.

[initforthethrill]

i need to hear your thoughts about cate + juno by sabrina carpenter. full creative freedom

full creative freedom is lowkey taking me out because with the way i spiral? i was gonna end up doing that anyway baby hehe...

plus i love me some good ol' manipulative, conniving, plotting, scheming cate dunlap.

lock me down aka cate rather effectively babytrapping you tw: sex is mentioned but not described in explicit detail, girlcock is implied, daddy kink, breeding kink 2.3k+ words

She didn’t mean to fall in love.

Not really, anyway. Cate Dunlap doesn’t do that kind of thing. She flirts, she teases, she curates whole personalities around the people she wants—becomes the version of herself they’ll crave the most, and then disappears when they get too close.

But you? You’re the kind of girl who gets close anyway. Who lingers in doorways and presses your mouth to Cate’s throat like you belong there. Who walks around Cate’s dorm shirtless and barefoot and beautiful, like you both didn’t agree this was supposed to be casual.

It’s not casual anymore.

Cate feels it when she’s alone. In the mornings, when she’s still in your shirt. At night, when she’s trying to write essays and ends up googling pink fuzzy handcuffs instead. It's worse when you’re not around. Cate finds herself circling back to everything you’ve done together. Everything you could do together. Every single position you two haven’t tried yet.

And then—there’s the other thing.

The way you touch her. Possessive. Reverent. Like you knows Cate is already yours and you’re just deciding how hard you want to prove it.

Cate bites her lip at the memory. Her own reflection stares back from the mirror—lips swollen, eyes wild, tank top slipping down one shoulder. You left a hickey on her ribcage last night. Had traced your tongue along the underside of Cate's breast and whispered something like mine against her skin.

Cate had pretended not to care.

She definitely came.

Now it’s a Thursday, and she’s pretending she doesn’t have her vibrator hidden under the pillow, pretending she’s not waiting to hear the knock on her door. She posted a thirst trap on her story an hour ago just to speed things along. It worked. You sent a fire emoji and a cryptic you up? that Cate didn’t bother answering.

Because she knew what would come next.

A knock.

Cate grins.

She opens the door in nothing but a robe. Silk. Pale pink.

Your jaw drops. “Holy shit.”

Cate shrugs like it’s no big deal. “You rang?”

You’re already crowding into her space. Cate lets you. It’s half the fun—being wanted. Being pinned. Your hands are already at her waist, gripping through silk, pulling her flush.

“God,” you groan, mouth against her neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“You like the robe?”

“I like what’s under it more.”

Cate hums, lets her knee nudge between your thighs. “You gonna say hi first, or just try to fuck me against the door again?”

You grin. “Hi.”

Then kiss her.

It doesn’t take long for you two to stumble back into Cate’s dorm, clothes trailing behind like breadcrumbs. Cate’s breathless when she lands on the bed, robe untied, legs parted shamelessly.

You look like you’ve been hit by a freight train.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you say, crawling up between Cate’s thighs. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Cate arches a brow. “Tell me.”

You don't. You show her.

Cate moans when she’s touched—soft, needy, already wet. You murmur something about how she’s always like this for you, how it’s criminal, how you can’t think when Cate looks at you like that.

Cate locks her ankles behind your back.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” she whispers.

You do.

Later, much later, Cate’s still catching her breath—legs sore, sheets ruined, mouth raw from kisses. She watches you lie back, shirtless and smug, arm slung over your face like you’re trying to recover from war.

Cate should get up. Shower. Reapply her lip balm.

Instead, she sits up on her knees, straddles your lap, and leans down until your faces are only inches apart.

“Hey,” she says sweetly.

You crack an eye open.

Cate brushes a hand down your chest. “Do you wanna get me pregnant?”

You choke.

Cate just giggles, delighted.

“I mean,” she teases, dragging her nails down your stomach, “I’ve been thinking about it.”

You're wide-eyed now. “Cate—”

“I showed my friends a picture of you,” Cate continues, unfazed. “They high-fived me. Said your genetics were elite. And I mean—look at you.”

She leans closer, lips brushing your jaw.

“I might let you knock me up…if you love me right,” she whispers.

You groan.

“That’s not funny.”

Cate grins. “I think it is.”

“You’re dangerous,” you mutter, rolling over so you’re on top again. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Cate licks into your mouth, tugging at your hair. “Worse. Gonna lock you down for life.”

Neither of you say I love you.

Not yet.

But Cate can feel it every time you stay the night. Every time you wash her hair for her, or make coffee in her dorm, or leave your dumb Converse on the doormat like they live here now.

Cate’s not even mad.

In fact, one night she reaches for the fuzzy pink handcuffs she bought as a joke and holds them up with a lazy little smile.

Your pupils blow wide.

“You’re not serious,” you say, voice rough.

Cate tilts her head. “What if I am?”

Your breath catches.

Cate tosses them onto the bed, crawls toward you like a cat. “You love me,” she sings softly, “don’t you, baby?”

“I—”

Cate straddles your lap, slides her arms around your neck. “Say it.”

You swallow hard.

Then whisper, “Yeah. Fuck. I do.”

Cate kisses you.

You’re still not official—not technically. You haven’t had the talk. There’s no label, no Instagram posts, no toothbrush in the other’s dorm (though Cate’s left her lip gloss and your sweatshirt smells like her perfume). But the tension hums with inevitability. Cate feels it when you pull her in like she belongs there. When she gets called baby in that wrecked, reverent voice.

So Cate still plays coy in public—keeps her hands to herself, lets you stew when other people flirt with her. It’s not malicious, not really. It’s just that Cate wants to be claimed. Wants to be known.

Wants you to say it out loud: mine.

Sometimes, when you’re alone, you do.

Other times, Cate coaxes it out of you.

“You like me?” she’ll whisper, mouth hot against your collarbone.

“Yeah.”

“How much?”

You groan. “Enough to fuck a baby into you if you keep talking like that.”

Cate smirks.

And one day, she catches herself staring at you from across the room—shirtless again, working on your guitar, humming to yourself like you’re alone—and the thought hits her so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of her.

You’re the one I want.

Not just to fuck. Not just to tease. Not just to break hearts with—but to build a future for.

Cate blinks.

She thinks of matching tattoos. Of shared apartments. Of tiny shoes lined up by the door.

Cate bites her lip.

Maybe she’ll bring it up tomorrow.

But tonight?

Tonight she lets you wreck her. Lets you kiss every inch of skin like you’ll never get the chance again. Cate trembles under your hands. Moans like her life depends on it. Drags nails down your back and tells you, softly, breathlessly:

“You’re the only one.”

You look up, flushed and reverent.

“Prove it,” you whisper.

Cate does.

And Cate lets herself believe in forever.

Because even though they’re not official. (Yet.)

Cate’s never been one to wait her turn.

When she said “I just might let you knock me up” it wasn’t just a line—it was a threat. A challenge. A fantasy she’s started seriously considering. Because if you won’t call her your girlfriend, maybe you’ll call her mommy. She figures it’s a shortcut to commitment, that just might come in the form of an accidentally-on-purpose missed pill.

And the worst part? She’s not even sure it’s a joke anymore.

Cate thinks about your genetics. Your hands, your jaw, the jut of your hips, the square of your shoulders. The way you kiss like you want to stay. And suddenly, it’s not just dirty talk. It’s a question: What would happen if I made this real? Would you run? Or would you stay, lock Cate down, and love her so hard you never even think about leaving?

Cate’s betting on the latter.

Cate doesn’t mean to do it.

(That’s a lie. She definitely means to.)

It starts with a missed pill. One. She notices it the next morning—sees the little blue dot still nestled in its perfect plastic curve—and doesn’t bother catching up. Doesn’t panic. Doesn’t even blink.

You’ve already kissed her that day. Called her baby. Bit her shoulder hard enough to bruise and whispered I’m so obsessed with you it’s fucked up.

So really, what’s one little pill?

What’s three?

What’s a week?

Cate doesn’t bring it up. Of course she doesn’t. She flirts. She giggles. She rides you like she owns you. She wraps her arms around your neck afterward and traces little hearts into your skin.

“You’re so good to me,” she purrs one night, forehead pressed to your chest.

Your fingers drift through her hair, lazy and gentle. “Of course I am.”

Cate closes her eyes and lets herself sink into it. Into the warmth of you. The steadiness. The deep, unwavering way you hold her like she’s something precious.

Something worth protecting.

You start doing it raw.

That’s not new. Cate let it happen the first time you begged—desperate, trembling, practically crying as you came inside her.

You both swore it was just a one-time thing.

It’s not.

Now it’s every time. Cate always opens her legs with a soft sigh, lips parted, lashes fluttering. You can do whatever you want to me, she whispers, and you fucking do.

Cate doesn’t say the word. Doesn’t have to. She lets you press a hand to her belly after, lets you whisper mine mine mine with your whole body still shaking.

Cate is already tracking her cycle.

She buys prenatal vitamins on the low. Uses her powers on the pharmacist so they don’t look too closely at her age or her ID. She starts eating fruit. Drinking less. Cuts caffeine—not that you notice. You’re too busy being in love.

Cate keeps a straight face through it all.

But every time she lets you come inside her, she bites her lip and thinks, Go ahead, baby. Let’s see how serious you are.

The first time she gets queasy, she blames the sushi.

The second time, she blames the heat.

By the fifth morning she’s brushing her teeth and gagging over the sink, she buys a test.

It’s digital. No room for interpretation.

Cate sits on the bathroom floor in her tiny silk pajama set and watches the little screen load like it’s a bomb ticking down.

And then—

PREGNANT.

Her hands are shaking.

She starts to laugh.

She doesn’t tell you right away.

Not because she’s scared. She’s not. She’s just savoring it.

She watches you pace around her dorm in nothing but boxers, all tattoos and attitude, swigging orange juice from the carton like a goddamn husband.

Cate touches her own stomach when you aren't looking.

She’s got something you don't know about yet. Something that might ruin everything—or make it real.

Finally, she cracks.

She waits until you’re stretched out on the couch, shirt riding up, one arm flung over your eyes like you’re too hot to function.

Cate pads over, climbs into your lap, and sits on you.

You grunt. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I have something to tell you.”

You lift your arm, meet her eyes. “Okay?”

Cate reaches behind her back, pulls the test from her robe pocket, and presses it into your palm.

You stare.

Cate doesn’t look away.

There’s a long, impossible silence.

Then—

“You’re kidding.”

Cate doesn’t smile.

“I’m not.”

You sit bolt upright, nearly dumping her onto the floor.

“Cate.”

Cate shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “Oops?”

You stare at her, jaw clenched, hands shaking. “Are you serious?”

Cate leans in. “Dead serious.”

“Are you actually pregnant right now?”

She tilts her head. “You said you loved me.”

“I do—”

Cate kisses you. Slow. Deep. Possessive.

When she pulls back, she murmurs, “Good. Then I’m yours. All the way.”

You're breathing like you just ran ten miles.

Cate traces her fingers down your chest. “You gonna keep me now, daddy?”

You groan, tipping your head back.

Cate smiles.

She’s never felt more powerful in her life.

The days that follow are a blur of shock and tenderness.

You spiral, of course. You buy seven more pregnancy tests, forcing Cate to take them all. You read every label in the grocery store, start making Cate smoothies with spinach and chia seeds.

Cate lets you panic. Lets you overcompensate. It’s cute, honestly.

And it only takes three days before you start curling around her belly like it’s sacred. Whisper into it. Kiss her navel like you’re already in love with something you made together.

Cate watches you do it one night—watched you tremble with it—and realizes she’s already won.

She was never scared of keeping you.

She was scared you wouldn’t want to be kept.

But now?

Now you look at her like she hung the fucking moon. You bring her flowers and prenatal vitamins in the same trip. Tuck her into bed and brush her hair behind her ear and say things like our baby without choking on it.

Cate doesn’t say I love you.

But one night she pulls your hand over her belly, kisses your neck, and whispers:

“You should’ve pulled out.”

You growl.

Cate grins.

She knows it’s a little evil. The timing. The secrecy. The way she pulled you closer without ever asking permission.

But Cate Dunlap has never played fair. And she knows—deep in her twisted, complicated heart—that no one will ever love her like you do.

And now?

Now she has proof.

One of her was cute.

But two?

Cate’s gonna look so fucking good with a baby on her hip and a ring on her finger.

She curls into your side, satisfied.

And falls asleep with her hand over her stomach.

♡ | lock me down

[wutheringmights]

can't believe i made a big point about getting chapters done on a monthly basis now to only have 600 words written for this newest chapter 😬

[barnes-babydoll]

You’re the Glue | b.b 𐙚˙⋆.˚

Pairing | New Avengers!Bucky Barnes x New Avengers!Reader

Summary | After a mission goes horribly wrong, the team ends up stewing in their own anger on the car ride home. You try to lighten the mood, but instead it makes everyone angrier. When you're down, Bucky’s there to comfort you.

Warnings/tags | Thunderbolts* spoilers?? Tower fic, fluff, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, yearning, cursing, nsfw, MDNI (18+), smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, soft dom!Bucky, kissing, protective!Bucky, breast play, oral (f receiving), fingering, your honor Bucky’s obsessed with reader, no use of y/n.

Word Count | 12.3k

A/N | Baby's first fanfic!! I’ve been wanting to write for some time and how fitting that my first one is about my husband. Please have mercy on me, I write for fun. It’s not great, but I had a blast writing it. I hope you enjoy!! And if you did let me know:))

It’s a cold day. The kind of cold that sits deep in your bones, chilling you to your very core. No snow is on the ground, but it’s getting close to that time of year. You shiver in your seat, wrapping your arms tightly around your middle to bring warmth back into your system.

The car sways slightly with the intense winds, but Bucky has a firm handle on the wheel, keeping it steady. Silence settles over the car; only the occasional groan, sigh, and low engine rumble break the quiet.

The team just completed a mission, and though everything worked out in the end, it didn’t seem to matter. Many things had gone wrong. The intel you had gathered was bad, the plan was thrown out the window, and the whole team was out of sync. All of that caused a rift between the members in the car.

Bucky’s driving, grip so tight on the wheel that his knuckles are white. You’re not sure if it’s from anger that the team had entirely ignored the meticulous plan you and Bucky had put together hours before you left, or if the uncomfortable silence is eating at him like it is you.

Yelena is in the passenger seat, feet propped up on the dash, picking at the chipped polish on her nails. Her face says everything. She’s pissed. At everyone, but specifically Walker.

During the mission, he went to throw a punch, and instead of hitting his original target, he clocked Yelena right in the jaw. You don’t think she meant to get in the way, but she was just so occupied with getting the mission done that she wasn’t too keen on her surroundings. Now, a purple bloom of color is setting into her skin, along with other marks littered across her face and body, not unlike the others sitting in the car.

Walker is sitting in the bench seat ahead of you, closest to the window. He’s rubbing at his jaw, where Yelena punched him as “payback” on the walk back to the car. When Walker hit her, it was an accident. She didn’t see it that way; no one could convince her otherwise. You had to stifle a laugh when it happened because it was so abrupt, but also because of the clear shock on John’s face.

Ava’s next to him, arms crossed over her chest, and her brows drawn together. She occasionally bumps Walker with her elbow when the car drifts off its straight path, causing grunts and a string of low curses from the blonde man’s mouth.

Alexei’s eyes are closed, no doubt sleeping, next to Ava, who paid him no mind. You don’t think he’s upset with anyone, but the stillness lulled him to sleep, and you’re envious that he can nap at a time like this. But he can doze off at any time, no matter the circumstance. One time, you found him snoring upright while waiting for the microwave to beep, notifying him that his ramen was finished.

Bob is to your left on the second bench seat. You can feel the anxiety radiating off of him. Though he hadn’t helped out on the mission, he decided to come along for the ride. But he most likely regrets his decision now because he hates seeing the team like this. Bob always tries to lighten the mood, but he knows it’s useless this time.

You, on the other hand, don’t share everyone else’s sentiments. Yeah, every single thing was fucked from the start. But at least the job is done, and no one has any serious injuries, which is a win in your book.

Your head is swimming with ways to get everyone to stop sulking, but you don’t want to make an already bad situation worse. So, you settle on breaking the silence and suffering the consequences.

“Still on for movie night?” You say almost sheepishly, but there’s a hint of amusement in your tone. You’re met with silence. Only Bob looks your way briefly before his head drops between his shoulders, eyeing the floor. Instead of letting that deter you, you continue your pursuit.

“John picked last time, so it’s someone else’s turn. And I don’t think I can sit through another shit action movie. It’s just an excuse for men to blow shit up at this point.” That earns a strained laugh from the man beside you, but he doesn’t lift his head.

”Hell no.” Yelena grumbles from the front seat. “After this car ride, I am not sitting next to any of you.”

”I second that notion.” Walker pipes up, rolling his eyes in the process.

”At least there’s something we can agree on.” Ava ‘accidentally’ knocks her elbow into Walker’s arm again, and he looks like he’s seconds away from losing it.

You sit up in your seat, trying to draw their attention. “Oh, come on. We always watch a movie every other Friday. It’s tradition.”

John shakes his head. “Not happening.”

”I made homemade brownies, and I’ll make popcorn.” You put on your best smile, even if it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Your smile quickly fades when no one answers. You glance around the car, and not a single soul is looking your way.

You lock eyes with Bucky in the rearview mirror. He loosens his grip on the steering wheel and gives you an almost apologetic expression. Your heart stutters in your chest. It’s a simple gesture but still melts some tension away from your shoulders.

You and Bucky have become friends over the last few months, or at least that’s what you’d like to think. When you first met the super soldier, he was closed off, grumpy, and didn’t talk much outside of a mission. But if you were lucky, you’d earn a stiff nod or grunt in response.

You strangely saw him as some sort of challenge. And you never backed down from a challenge. He didn’t have to like you, but you at least wanted to get more than a gruff sound from deep in his chest.

You started to memorize his schedule. Not like a creep, you just noticed the little things he did throughout the day. He wasn’t a morning person, so you avoided him until he finished his early workout. Usually, that changed his mood drastically; his posture was less guarded, and his expression had softened slightly.

He’d come to the kitchen after exercising, and you’d always have coffee ready, offering him a cup. Plain black coffee, just the way he likes it. You’d slide the mug near him with some sweet treat you had made prior that week. He would nod as a thanks, which had already been a small victory.

The common room was a safe place for him to gather intel or scope out potential missions. Pieces of paper were sprawled out on the table, and a soft glow illuminated his face from the screen on his laptop.

You caught on pretty quickly to what he was doing and started asking if he needed help. He always looked up from his work, stormy blue eyes meeting yours, and shook his head, no. Unfortunately for him, you were persistent.

You flopped down in the seat next to him with your laptop. His dark eyebrows knit together in confusion as he stared at you from behind his screen. You propped your head in your hand while the other was busy scrolling through articles, news reports, and random findings online.

You turned your screen around, giving him the vital information you found. Soon after, you began working together as a team, granting you much more than his usual guttural noises. From then on, everything was a breeze. Well, not exactly a breeze, but you considered him your friend.

Bucky made small talk in the morning over coffee, complementing you on whatever pastry, muffin, or dessert you made. He asked you to spar with him after John had slept in one morning. You were giddy with excitement that he chose you, but that feeling disappeared when he kicked your ass that day. Your chest heaved with exertion as your body slumped down on the mat, sore and aching. You knew he wouldn’t go easy on you, which was okay with you. You just had to step up your game.

It became easier to spar with Bucky after learning his tells. He would give you a few helpful pointers, which your original sparring partner, Yelena, hadn’t cared to do.

There were plenty of late nights between the two of you. You and Bucky hunched over a laptop, leaning into each other's space while researching and losing sleep.

But, if you’re being honest, you didn’t mind being sleep-deprived because you liked being next to him. Breathing in his scent, a mix of sandalwood, musk, and a hint of spearmint. Hearing the snort he let out when you made a joke. Seeing the corner of his lip turn up when you get animated about certain information.

It had turned from friends in your head to perhaps…more. You developed a crush on the tall, dark-haired man. Of course, you knew he was handsome; you weren’t blind. But you thought maybe the butterflies dancing in your stomach from his laugh or smile would go away. Then, his metal hand brushed against your skin. You’d feel like your world was turned on its axis and knew your attraction to him wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

As you sit in the car, gaze locked on Bucky’s blue irises, you must force yourself to look away so your heart doesn’t beat out of your chest. You tell yourself to try again to shake the team out of their irritated state. Maybe that will take your mind off your intense feelings for Bucky.

”We can order in Chinese. That’s always a comfort food of mine.” You offer.

Yelena turns entirely in her seat, shooting daggers at you. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Your back hits the seat as if she stabbed you. Yelena never raises her voice at you, not even when angry, because she’s never angry at you.

You consider Yelena more of a friend than anyone in the car. You connect more deeply with her, for which you are genuinely grateful. But now, as she stares you down, you feel a sense of dread putting down roots in the pit of your stomach.

“What?” It comes out smaller than you intended, and you can hear the hurt in your voice. Bucky hears it and immediately tries to meet your gaze in the mirror, but your eyes are directly on Yelena’s. They’re usually deeply warming, but there’s only a raging fire right now.

“Not everything is a puzzle you can assemble and force the pieces to fit. You can’t make everything better. You don’t make anything better.” Yelena’s voice is booming in your ears, loud and harsh. You feel too vulnerable. Too seen. You don’t know whether to scream or cry. You decide to stay silent instead, letting the anger boil beneath the surface.

”Knock it off, Yelena.” Bucky speaks up. His jaw is clenched, as if he could say more, but he chooses not to. You’re glad he doesn’t, though, because you might just let yourself cry in front of the team. All anyone will see is just how broken and raw you feel on the inside. But the others in the car don’t seem to be paying too much attention. Either they’re trying their hardest to ignore it, or they’re determined not to get involved.

Yelena’s eyes haven’t left yours, completely ignoring Bucky’s warning. “I’m sick of you trying to fix everything. Just let it be broken for once.” The anger threatens to bubble up, but you keep it at bay.

”Enough!” Bucky seethes at Yelena, whipping his head in her direction. Yelena finally settles back into her seat, satisfied with releasing her wrath on you.

You take a deep breath in before you say a word. ”Got it. Loud and fucking clear.” Your voice is steady, firm even. You're not going to let everyone see the raw and bleeding parts of you. Not now. Not ever. You glance out the window, a storm brewing behind your eyes, focusing on how the buildings pass by in a flash.

You hear a soft groan in front of you, but you don’t look for the source of the sound, too busy stewing in your irritation. “Did I fall asleep?” You recognize the voice as Alexei’s. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and pats his thighs, sitting up in his seat. “Well, what did I miss?”

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Everyone breaks off in different directions once they’re back at the Tower. No one has said a word. Maybe it’s better that way so that everyone can cool down. Bucky follows behind you, keeping just enough distance for it not to be noticeable. He wants to check on you but isn’t quite sure how.

You’re quiet, and your muscles are taut, which is unlike you. Bucky knows all your intricate details, and you are far from a quiet person. Sure, there’s a gentleness about you, but you’re also lively. Especially when it comes to you talking about your passions. Your face lights up, and it’s as if the colors around you are suddenly brighter.

One of his favorite things is to catch you in the kitchen, hips swaying to the smooth music drifting through the speakers. You always seem in your element when baking and humming along to the song while your hands are whisking. Bucky would be embarrassed if anyone caught him, but it’s addicting. You’re addicting.

When the gentle parts of you come to the surface, it’s like watching a butterfly float through the air. There’s something so delicate about that side of you, like you're made of glass.

You’re constantly checking up on the team. You make sure they’ve eaten or drank enough water, or if they need a person to talk to. You’re always there. And now, no one is there for you when you need it most, which kills Bucky.

You’re speed walking to your room, arms tucked against your chest as if you’re closing in on yourself. Bucky practically trips over his feet, trying to catch up to you. He calls your name, but you don’t seem to hear. He finally gets close enough to grab hold of your arm. Not forcefully, just a light touch against your skin to pull you out of your daze.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden contact, and you stop dead in your tracks. You glance down at where his flesh hand is and then up at his eyes. He drops his hand to rest at his side when he has your attention. His fingertips tingle from touching your skin, and it feels like tiny jolts of electricity.

There’s a beat of silence as he clenches and unclenches his fist before he clears his throat. “So, no movie night?”

”You heard them, it’s not happening.” You mumble, your voice is so soft. He might've missed it if he hadn’t been beside you.

“Right,” Bucky murmurs back, matching your tone so he doesn’t scare you away. He wants to say he’s still up for it, but then it’ll just be the two of you. Then again, is that so bad? You stare at each other without speaking. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

”Look, I’m pretty tired. I’m gonna go to bed. It’s been a long day.” You rub a hand over your arm, where he touched you, and now he’s spiraling. Maybe she didn’t want to be touched, and now she’s trying to rid her skin of any trace of me. He shakes the thought away and gives you a stiff nod.

“Of course, you must be exhausted. Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.”

”Night.” You give him a tight-lipped smile before turning away and heading to your room, disappearing into the hallway's darkness.

Bucky stands there, one hand on his forehead, as he rubs at the growing headache. His mind is racing. He should have said so many things and asked if you were okay or wanted to talk about it. But Bucky was never truly good with feelings. He’d rather cram them deep down inside than open that Pandora’s box of issues.

He’s getting better, though, revealing the dark parts of himself. The nightmares, the memories that make his muscles tense, Hydra. Not to everyone, just to you. And you always listen. You make it your purpose to give him all your attention; he knows he doesn’t deserve that. But you give that part of yourself so freely.

He can’t just stand idly by while you’re hurting. So, he turns from his spot and wanders around the Tower to find Yelena. She’s not too hard to find. She’s standing in the kitchen watching her mug rotate around in the microwave with a cookie in her mouth. Bucky stands right behind her, hands on his hips.

”Apologize.”

Yelena spins around, clutching the spot on her chest right over her heart with her eyebrows raised. “Fuck, James. Give a girl some warning.” Her voice comes out muffled from her mouth full of crumbs.

“You’re an ex-assassin. You’re supposed to hear me coming from a mile away.” Bucky deadpans.

Yelena swallows down what’s in her mouth before speaking. ”I am off the clock. My guard is down.” She shrugs her shoulders, then points a finger at the super soldier as if scolding him. “Plus, I was chewing. I could have choked.”

Bucky ignores her dramatics and repeats himself. “Apologize.”

”No.” She whirls around as the microwave beeps and takes out the cup of hot water, placing it on the counter.

”Why?”

Yelena grabs a white packet from the cupboard, ripping off the top and shaking the contents into her mug. “Because I’m sick of her being so positive all the time.” She grabs a spoon from the drawer to stir the rich chocolate liquid.

“And? What’s wrong with that? This team needs a little fucking positivity.” Bucky snaps.

She twists to face Bucky, leaning against the counter and bringing the cup of hot chocolate to her lips. “Seems like you need a little positivity.”

“Yeah, maybe I do.” Bucky lowers his voice; his mind flicks to you and how content you make him when you’re around. “Listen, without her, this team would be nothing.”

Yelena tilts her head; her voice is thick with faux pity. “Are you saying she’s the glue that holds us together?”

“Yes,” Bucky says simply. Even if she doesn’t mean what she says, that’s precisely what he meant. You’re the glue.

Yelena quirks a brow. “Have you gone soft, Barnes?

He disregards her question and continues. “Just apologize.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist. I will…tomorrow.” She takes another swig of the dark liquid.

“No, right now.”

Yelena rolls her eyes and begins walking out of the kitchen, Bucky hot on her heels. “I’m tired. I’ll do it bright and early tomorrow so you can see her beautiful smile.” He pauses for a moment, caught off guard by her statement. She smirks at him over her shoulder as she strides to her room. He recovers quickly, following her again.

She snorts when he doesn’t answer. “That is what this is about, right? You can’t stand to see her sad. It’s breaking you. Making you have all kinds of feelings. Your little heart can’t take it.” Yelena opens her door, getting ready to close it behind her.

“No, that’s not-.” Before he can deny her revelation, she interrupts him.

“Goodnight, Barnes. Or should I say loverboy?” Yelena gives him a smug look, wiggling her eyebrows before closing the door in his face.

Great, he thinks, that’s what I get for prying.

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It’s been a couple of hours, and you're still lying in bed, wide awake, to your dismay. You spent about an hour tossing and turning, then another hour staring at the ceiling. Now, you can’t decide between a blanket or no blanket. Maybe you need a glass of water, but no, scratch that; you need a drink.

You can’t help but play the day's events over in your head: the mission, Yelena’s words, Bucky. Your skin still prickles where he touched your arm. He was so gentle with you, as if you were fragile.

Of course, he knows you're not. You’ve tripped him up a few times while sparring, knocking him flat on his ass. That shouldn’t give you as much thrill as it does, but who can blame you?

Still, you think about his hand gingerly placed on your arm as he examined you with concern etched on his face. And, you had pushed him away. Not because you didn’t want him. Fuck, you wanted him. But you knew if you opened up and let him see how wounded you were, that would leave you more exposed than you already felt. You’re wishing you had stayed. Let him take your mind off everything, but it’s too late.

You kick your feet over the side of the bed and amble over to your bedroom door, neglecting to put on your slippers. You pad through the hallway, and a figure in the living room snags your attention.

Bucky is on the couch, a quilt draped over his legs as colors dance across his form, and he’s taking you in. You note how his shoulders drop and his features soften, almost as if he were waiting for you. But that’s absurd. You rid the thought immediately.

He pulls you out of your daze as his voice cuts through the air. “You alright?”

You shrug, gesturing to him on the sofa. “I could ask you the same question.”

His gaze flicks down as if noticing where he is and what he’s doing. “Oh, yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” He focuses back on you, no doubt wanting you to answer his question.

“Me either.” You tip your thumb in the direction of the kitchen. “You want a drink?”

“Sure, sounds good to me.”

You go to the bar, rummaging through the liquor cabinet until you find what you are searching for—a clear glass bottle with dark amber liquid. You couldn’t care less about how much it cost, but you can tell by the ornate design of the bottle that it had to cost half a fortune. It's not something you have the money for, especially before this job, but Valentina always supplied the best for appearance's sake.

You take two short whiskey glasses from the shelf, setting them on the counter before detaching the glass stopper from the geometric bottle. You fill both glasses halfway and head back to the living room.

You step around the couch and hand Bucky his. He nods in appreciation as you sink into the spot next to him. You’re close enough to feel his warmth, but there’s still some distance between you.

You take a sip of the liquid. A smooth, smoky, and vanilla flavor hits your taste buds and floods your senses—a welcoming contrast to distract from how shitty you feel.

You already feel a thousand times better, Bucky next to you, the liquor calming you, and the steady sound of the TV playing in the background. You tip your head toward the TV as you get comfortable.

You turn towards him as your arm rests on the back of the couch, elbow bent so your hand can support your head. “Having movie night without me?”

He shakes his head. ”No, never. It just happened to be on.” The corner of your lip lifts, and your chest warms. You can’t tell if it’s from the whisky heating your body temperature or the way he said never, and you think you might believe him.

”Well, you are watching a movie on movie night, so that’s a little suspicious.” You tease.

”Shit, I guess I am.” There’s amusement in his voice as a faint smile appears. He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, doll. I would’ve invited you but thought you wanted to be alone.”

You hum in response. “I thought I did, too, but I was wrong.”

Bucky’s tone turns serious as he scans your face. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

”Hell no. Distract me, please.”

“Anything for you.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You swear your heart skips a beat, and your cheeks flush slightly. Somehow, you know he’s not just saying that to make you feel better. You feel like you can breathe easier knowing that.

“Anything, huh?”

”Just say the words, sweetheart.”

“Care to share that blanket?” You think the whisky is calming you and giving you hidden confidence you didn’t know you had.

”I s’pose.” He drawls with a smirk on his face. You scoot closer, and he lifts the quilt, covering your legs. It was never about needing warmth, just an excuse to be near him.

“Much better.” You mumble.

Bucky stares at you, blue eyes flicking between your features like he’s trying to memorize you, and a shiver runs through you under his gaze. He clears his throat, running his metal hand through his hair.

“Right, distraction.” He leans his head back against the couch, examining the ceiling as he sifts through his brain for a topic of discussion. All you can think of is how distracted you already are.

“Oh, got it.” He locks his eyes with yours once again. “Alexei was riding the elevator this morning.”

Your eyebrows draw together, utterly confused. “That’s usually what happens.”

”For half an hour.”

You giggle at how strange that sounds. “Wait, why?”

”I don’t know. When I asked him about it, he said he was testing a theory and then swore me to secrecy. So, you can’t say anything.” He arches a brow. “I’m pretty sure he just pressed all the buttons, though.”

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth, exactly what you need. You’re hurt, and anger is a distant feeling.

“I have one.” Bucky nods his head for you to continue. “Ava phased through the bathroom the other day, and I was completely naked.”

His jaw drops, and then he proceeds to bust out laughing. It’s a sound you never get tired of hearing, probably because it’s so rare, but also from the way it makes your stomach do somersaults. “That’s the one place you shouldn’t phase into. Is she ever going to learn how to knock?”

”I wouldn’t hold out hope. She apologized profusely, but I know she won’t stop doing it.” You put your glass on the coffee table to give him your attention.

“I don’t know how to top that one.” There’s still a lingering grin fixed on his lips as he thinks for a moment. “I caught Walker watching Titanic. He kept telling me it was already on when he sat down.”

”I knew he was a sucker for romance.” You pause, tilting your head and narrowing your eyes at him. “Wait, that means you’ve watched Titanic.”

”Of course, I have. People say it’s one of the classics.”

“And, what did you think?”

“It was good.” You can hear the reluctance in his tone. You give him a look to carry on. Bucky rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice behind it. “Jack clearly could have fit on that door.”

“Right?” Your voice goes up an octave, and you're grinning from ear to ear like a lovesick fool. “Yelena and I had a whole conversation about how they could've made it work.” Your face drops immediately after you realize what you said.

You let out a long breath, and suddenly, whatever is on the TV is extremely interesting. Your eyes are directly on the person on the screen, but you’re not paying much attention because your head is spinning again.

Why are Yelena’s words affecting you so much? You’ve never truly cared what other people think. But, then again, she’s your friend. Perhaps your best friend. Shouldn’t her opinion matter?

Bucky breaks your train of thought, not easily deceived by your sudden intrigue in the television. “She’s wrong, y’know?”

“Hmm?”

“You do make everything better.” His words are like silk, soft and comforting. You whip your head to meet his gaze. There’s a slight smile on his lips; the color in his eyes is swirling and shifting. It’s like a tide pulling you in and telling you, you’re safe. You fully trust that he will keep you safe, and you won’t overlook that.

You return his smile, and the light reaches your eyes. He parts his lips and sucks in a breath—it’s subtle, but you notice. You don’t know what to say, but settle on, “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Sure thing, doll.”

You turn your attention to the TV to hide the blush crawling up your cheeks. Then, because that liquid courage is coursing through your veins, you rest your head on his shoulder. Bucky tenses beneath you, and you internally kick yourself for making him uncomfortable. You almost pick your head up. As if he’s reading your thoughts, he relaxes, and his breathing becomes lighter.

You stay like that for a while, enjoying each other’s company as you watch the movie. Your lids feel heavy, and before you know it, they flutter shut. You’re sleeping on Bucky’s arm like you belong there.

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Bucky noticed your breathing even out about twenty minutes ago, but he’s still watching you like you're a masterpiece in the Louvre. He’s scrutinizing every aspect of your person as if he’ll be quizzed on it later. He wants to pull you into his arms and tuck your head under his chin as you lie on his chest, but he doesn’t want to overstep a boundary.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this calm; it’s refreshing. To forget about any piece of his past for a second and drown in you. There’s no promise of nightmares or bad memories taking shape at the forefront of his mind.

Bucky yawns and leans his head against the back of the sofa. Maybe I’ll rest my eyes for a moment, he thinks before closing them and drifting off to sleep.

The sun peeking through the curtains stirs him awake, and he reluctantly opens his eyes. Your head is still a gentle weight on his arm, which brings a sleepy smirk to his face.

It dawns on him how this must look, and he realizes he should get up before any team member sees. Yelena’s already hinting at his crush on you. He can’t have everyone on him about how dopey he must look, staring at you like you hung the stars.

Bucky slowly moves from his spot on the couch, careful not to rouse you. He takes your head in one hand and shifts to stand up. Bending over, he grabs a pillow and maneuvers it under you. He delicately pulls your legs and sets them on the couch, draping the blanket's full length over your shape. Your body twitches slightly as you settle into the new position.

He steals one last glance at your peaceful demeanor as he stretches. He groans at the sharp pain in his upper back and neck, no doubt from the way he fell asleep. But he honestly doesn’t care. He’d do it all over again to feel any part of you on him. Bucky leaves you to get some much-needed rest as he starts his morning.

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You rise from sleep to the sound of clattering and blink a few times to adjust to the light. There’s a pillow under your head that you don’t remember putting there, and the quilt from last night covers the expanse of your body. You must have fallen asleep.

The recollection of last night hits you like a tidal wave. You were cuddled up on Bucky’s arm last night, which lulled you to sleep. He must have adjusted you before he went to bed. The thought gives you a fuzzy sensation in your brain.

The smell of coffee fills your nostrils, and you finally get off the couch. You drift into the kitchen. You spot Yelena and Walker talking by the counter. At least someone made up.

Walker detects you instantly. “Hey, sleepy head. How was the couch?” Yelena’s eyes dart up to meet you.

You shrug, stepping into the room. “Surprisingly, not bad.” Yelena turns around and opens the cupboard, reaching for a mug.

John nods and clears his throat. “Sorry for yesterday. Our dumb asses ruined movie night.”

You wave him off. “Don’t worry about it.” You watch Yelena bring the coffee pot to the mouth of the cup, pouring the dark liquid as steam wafts into the air.

”No, movie night is important to you. We should have sucked it up and watched it.” He reiterates.

”It’s no big deal. That just means we're watching two next Friday night.” You jokingly add.

Walker chuckles. “It’s only fair.”

Yelena turns around and hands you the cup. You must have missed her putting cream in because now it’s a swirl of tan and white. You give her a look of gratitude before bringing the warm drink to your lips.

“Can we talk?” Yelena asks with a soft expression. You can almost see her guilt on display.

”Yeah.” You murmur as your hands wrap around the mug, soaking up the heat.

”Alone, dipshit.” She adds, shooting Walker a glare over her shoulder.

He frowns, his eyebrows scrunching together. ”I was literally in here before both of you.”

It’s your turn to glare at the blonde man. He raises his hands in surrender and wanders out of the kitchen, mumbling something about women under his breath.

Yelena flicks her gaze to you and begins. “I apologize for what I said yesterday. I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. If I could take them back, I would.”

Yelena glances around the room, trying to find the words to convey her feelings. “I wanted to stay mad, but you were changing my mind about being mad, making me more mad. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, though.”

You sigh, shaking your head. ”It’s okay. I should have read the room instead of pushing everyone to feel a certain way.”

“No, you were right. It was a stupid reason to be upset with each other. Although there’s always a good reason to be angry at Walker.” She tilts her head in the direction John went. You let out a soft chuckle. “Do you forgive me? You can punch the other side of my jaw if that makes you feel better.”

You snort. “Tempting, but no. I forgive you.”

”That’s a relief. I thought I was going to have to replace you with one of the boys, and that makes me want to vomit.”

Your jaw drops in mock horror as you clutch your chest. “You would replace me? You wound me.”

”I’m kidding. No one could replace you.” Yelena hums as a thought pops into her head. “Barnes was right; you are the glue.”

You quirk a brow. “Huh?”

”We were talking last night. He was the one who told me to apologize.” She pauses, raising a hand. “To be clear, I was going to anyway. Plus, I never let a man tell me what to do.”

That causes you to giggle, and then you gesture for her to continue. “Go on.”

”Anyways, he implied that you’re the glue that holds this team together, and I couldn’t agree more.” She softly nudges you with her elbow. You feel your cheeks warm, and you sip at your coffee to hide how those words affect you.

Yelena rolls her eyes playfully. “Man, you two are ridiculous. Just kiss already.”

”What are you talking about?” You don’t even know why you’re trying to deny it; she caught you red-handed.

”Don’t get me started. How you look at each other, and Barnes is so protective of you. I also found you both cuddled up on the couch this morning when I was on my way to apologize to you.” Yelena gives you a look that says, Don’t you dare try to gaslight me.

Cuddled up on the couch this morning? That means Bucky didn’t leave in the middle of the night like you thought. He stayed. You bite your lip to suppress a smile, but how ecstatic you are is no secret.

”Ugh, you’re so weird. Remind me never to talk about him around you again.” She turns on her heels and heads out of the room, leaving you with a mess of feelings to sort out in your head.

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It’s late afternoon when you eventually get the courage to talk to Bucky. You’ve been avoiding all the usual places he goes throughout the day because you're afraid you’ll tell him how you feel. Gosh, you feel like a foolish teenager.

You want this more than anything. You want him more than anything. But there are a lot of what-ifs to consider. What if he doesn’t feel the same, and then you feel awkward? What if you do test this out and it doesn’t work out? Now you’ve ruined your friendship. And worst, what if he has feelings for you and wants you just as badly? You won’t know how to act with that last one.

You ultimately said to hell with all those questions because you need answers, and the only person who can answer them is Bucky. You won’t beat around the bush any longer; if there are consequences, so be it. You can live with whatever outcome, even if it hurts.

When you arrive at his bedroom, the door is already open a crack. You softly knock on it, causing it to swing open more. His gravelly voice comes through the door. “Come in.”

You push the door to proceed forward into his space before closing the door behind you. Bucky is leaning against the headboard, one leg crossed over the other with his laptop on his thigh. “Hey.” You mutter as you step closer to his bed.

He straightens instantly, placing his laptop next to him. “Hi.” As he moves to sit on the edge of his bed, he sucks air through his teeth and his face contorts into one of discomfort. He tries to hide how sore he is, but fails miserably. “What’s up?” His voice comes out strained.

Concern is written on your face as you examine him. “You’re in pain.” You cross the room to stand before him.

Bucky tries to brush off your worries. ”It’s nothing. I must’ve pulled something while training.”

You give him an unimpressed look and motion for him to turn. “May I?”

“Really, I’m fine.” He shrugs, but even that gesture seems to cause him more pain.

“Can I touch you or not, James?” Your tone relays a sense of authority, but your voice remains soft.

He lets out a deep sigh and reluctantly turns to the side, so you have access to his back. “Yes, ma’am. You can go ahead and touch me.”

You’ve never been one for formalities, but the way he says ma’am has you reeling. You recover, though, positioning yourself behind him, a knee propped on the bed for leverage.

You place your hands on his shoulders, lightly squeezing his muscles and working your way down his arms. He’s stiff beneath your touch, so you gently coax him by whispering in his ear.

“Relax for me.” As if you commanded him, he drops his shoulders and lets his head fall forward. You increase the pressure and start to massage the knots in his neck, eliciting a low groan from deep within his chest. You continue to knead his upper back, neck, and shoulder muscles until you can feel the tension melting.

”Training, huh?” You ask as you carry on with your task.

”That’s what I said.” Bucky mumbles, evidently lost in the relief you’re giving him.

”Yes, but you’re lying.”

You hear him swallow hard. “What?”

”I know you fell asleep with me on the couch last night.”

Bucky picks his head up, though he hasn’t turned to meet your gaze. “Were you awake?”

”No, Yelena told me.” You pause, rubbing at a stubborn knot in his back. “You could have gone to bed, y’know?”

He nods once. “Yeah, I know, but,” the super soldier wavers slightly, “I didn’t want to.”

The confession hits like a punch to the gut. You want to press the matter, but as your hands journey back up to his shoulders, he rests a hand over yours, and you freeze.

He pivots to face you, his flesh hand still over yours. As he turns, your other hand falls to your side, and you pick your knee off the bed. “Thank you, but why did you actually come here? Because I know you didn’t come here to take care of me, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, you’re incredibly nervous. His eyes are locked on you, and his hand's warmth causes your heart to race. “Uh…it’s something Yelena said.”

Bucky grabs your hand off his shoulder, taking it in both of his—flesh and metal. He starts to rub soothing circles into the skin. “You two made up then?”

“Yeah,” the word seems to get caught in your throat from how he’s massaging your hand.

”Good, I’m glad.” He rotates your hand, palm up, and repeats the action to that side. “So, what did she say?”

You swallow hard to regain your composure, but your heart is still rapidly beating. “She said I’m the glue that holds this team together. She mentioned that she may have gotten that from someone else.” You give him a knowing look.

Bucky halts his actions and releases your hand. Then, he moves to the other one and starts massaging it. “I wonder who.” You arch a brow, and he sighs, conceding in his efforts to deny it.

“Fine, I said it and I meant it.” He adds emphasis to the last part. “You do a lot for this team; we don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve you.” You quietly gasp, but he still hears it.

He drops your hand and proceeds. “You’re kind, caring, and you always listen. Even if it’s not worthy of your attention. I mean how many times have you listened to the same damn story from Alexei’s ‘glory days’?”

You giggle, light and breathy. You flush a deep red color, and there’s no use in hiding it. “I don’t mind.”

”See, that’s what I’m talking about.” Bucky braces his hands on his knees and hauls himself up to stand before you. “You care so much about everyone else, but don’t let anyone do the same for you.”

He leans in, and you sharply inhale. Your eyes dart between both his eyes before your attention dips to his parted lips briefly. He notices, because of course he does, and the corner of his lip lifts into a sly smirk. He glances down at your lips in return.

Did you die and go to heaven? Because there is no way this is happening. Are you reading this wrong, or did he honestly look at your lips? You want to close the distance, but it’s not that simple. You have to leave before you do something stupid.

You step around him and begin to book it to his door, but he’s much quicker than you. “Where are you going?” Bucky snatches your arm before you can get too far. He spins you around to scan your face.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, and you’re sure he’s going to drive you wild. ”I think I might do something reckless if I stay.” You murmur.

”Then, let me do it instead, doll.” Bucky’s voice is low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.

He inspects you for any sign of hesitation, but there is none. His flesh hand moves to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. Bucky lets his touch drag down your jaw, tracing the skin there. Then, he takes a firm hold of it and brings you closer, capturing your lips.

The kiss is soft and slow at first, lips moving against each other like you have all the time in the world. Bucky’s other hand finds your waist, and he pulls you closer until there’s not an inch of space between you. You melt into him, and one of your arms wraps around him as your other hand cups the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

It quickly turns hungry, your lips moving with his in a desperate dance of passion. As it starts to get heated, his tongue runs along your bottom lip, requesting access.

You part your lips immediately, and his tongue slips into your mouth. He lets out a satisfied hum when he finds your tongue. He’s completely immersed in you. His tongue explores your mouth like it’s a personal mission to taste every inch of you. Your knees buckle slightly, and his hand leaves your jaw to grab your hip, granting you stability.

Your tongues slide and swirl with one another as your hand snakes up and under his shirt, feeling his bare skin. Bucky positions his leg between your thighs, and you moan into the kiss at the contact.

He breaks the kiss and gazes down at you. You’re flushed and trembling with desire. You're both trying to slow your breathing, but it’s pointless. He dips his head to attach his lips to your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your collarbone. You grind against his leg, needing some friction. “Bucky,” you breathe.

He growls against your skin, sending vibrations through you. He tightens his grip on your hip and begins to help guide your movement. Then, he moves to your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and licking its shell. “Tell me what you need, doll.” His tone is raspy in your ear.

Your breathing turns erratic at all the sensations, and your knees threaten to give out, but you know he has you. “I…I need you.”

“Fuck,” he drawls in your ear before pulling back to get a glimpse of you. “That’s all I want to hear. Are you going to let me take care of you?”

You open your mouth to speak, but the words won’t come. You nod in response, and he doesn’t waste any time.

“Good girl.” Bucky picks you up by your thighs effortlessly as if you weigh nothing. You realize you’ve always wanted to witness that super soldier strength firsthand, and now you have a front row seat to the show.

Bucky carries you the short distance to the bed and lays you down gingerly. He crawls onto the mattress after you and nudges your legs apart with his knee so that he can situate himself between your thighs. He braces his arm next to your head, hovering over you. You bite your lip at the sight of his bicep on full display. He lets out a low chuckle as his other hand slips under your shirt.

He lets his fingers dance across your flesh, reveling in the way you shiver. Bucky takes the hem of your shirt in both hands and pulls it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room. He hums at the sight of you before making quick work of your bra. He reaches around you and unclasps it as he lowers the straps off your shoulders.

He drinks you in, naked from the waist up. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” Bucky plunges to kiss along your sternum while his hand wanders up to cup your breast. He trails kisses to your other breast before his tongue darts out to tease your nipple.

His eyes flick up to you as he wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand gently squeezes and massages your other breast. You arch your back and you let out a soft whimper. You feel a heat pool in your lower stomach as the tension builds in your aching body.

“Bucky, please.” You beg while you buck your hips up into him to relieve some of that growing pressure.

He releases your nipple with a soft pop. “Shh…patience, doll. Let me take my time with this beautiful body of yours.”

Bucky switches to the other, giving each breast equal attention. You grunt in frustration, and he laughs against your skin. You begin to protest, but he bites your nipple, causing a new wave of pleasure to crash over you. You silence yourself and let him work his magic.

As he languidly kisses and sucks the opposite breast, his fingers toy with your other one. Bucky’s thumb rubs and flicks over your nipple, drawing a moan from your lips.

Once he’s satisfied, his mouth moves further down. He kisses and nips at your skin as he travels to your lower stomach. Bucky licks along the spot above your waistband, and you squirm underneath him.

“Lift your hips for me, doll.” He pats your thigh and glances up at you; his blue eyes are dark. You obey, digging your heels into the mattress to lift the lower half of your body. He hooks his thumbs into your shorts and peels them off, leaving you in just your panties.

He’s breathless as he admires the way you’re sporting those black, lace panties. Bucky licks his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth. You’re thrumming with anticipation from how he’s examining you like you’re his next meal and he’s starving. He traces the outline of your underwear with a single digit. Then, runs his finger over your core, his touch feather-light, but it still causes you to twitch.

“Mmm…so wet for me.” Bucky plants a soft kiss to your underwear clad clit. He takes the lace band and drags it down your thighs. You raise your legs, and he slips them off and stuffs them in the back pocket of his jeans. You playfully roll your eyes, and he smirks at you.

“What, I can’t have a little souvenir of our first time?” He grabs the underside of your knee and hooks it over his shoulder as he kisses your inner thigh.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, I just kinda like that pair.” You jest.

”I can see why.” Bucky looks up through his lashes and winks at you. You giggle, and you’re sure that this man is going to be the death of you. “But, I gotta say, I prefer you in nothing.” He fans his hot breath across you as his mouth gets closer to where you need him most. “Such a pretty pussy.”

Yep, he’s going to kill you, and if it isn’t from that handsome face, then it will be from that filthy mouth. You smooth his hair back and out of his face, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of him. He looks like a dream. Maybe this is a dream because he’s too damn perfect.

Bucky leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his long hair. His expression softens, and he presses a lingering kiss to your thigh.

“Can I taste you, babydoll?” His voice goes deep and husky. Your breathing stutters at the nickname; he can tell you like it.

“Yes, please.” Your eyes are pleading, like you can’t wait a second longer.

”Anything for you.” He lowers his mouth to lick a strip up your center. You whine and grip his dark strands. Bucky’s tongue dives back in, devouring you. His tongue works expertly on your wet heat, licking up your juices and teasing your entrance.

You writhe and squirm under him as erotic sounds exit your wide-open mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good. Your mouth is perfection.”

Bucky groans against your pussy hearing your sounds and praises. His metal hand rises to rest on your lower stomach as the other one grabs your hip, holding you still. He flicks his tongue over your clit before lightly sucking on it. He swirls his tongue around you in tight circles. You tip your head back, letting out a loud, throaty moan.

He lets go of your hip and traces a finger around your entrance as he continues to suck and lick your bundle of nerves. Bucky dips his finger into you and steadily pumps it in and out.

You whimper at the sudden intrusion, and your free hand searches for something to grab onto. You find Bucky’s metal hand on your stomach and grasp the back of it, trying to ground yourself. He flips his hand over, holding your hand in his as he works at your cunt.

He slides a second finger in, stretching you out and pumping deeper into you. Bucky breaks away from your clit, his teeth faintly grazing it, as he comes up for air. Now that you can see his whole face, you notice the way his mouth and chin are covered in your juices. It only adds to the intense pleasure you feel from his skilled fingers.

”You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before resting your clasped hands on your abdomen again.

You can feel the pressure building inside you with every stroke of his fingers, and it’s overwhelming. You don’t think anyone has ever made you feel this incredible, and you never want the pleasure to end.

He curls his digits inside you, caressing your walls. You squeeze around his fingers, and he picks up the pace, wanting to bring you to the edge. Your thighs begin to quiver as moans and whimpers fill the room. “Bucky…I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.”

”Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He drops his head down, mouth pushing between your slick folds. Bucky doubles down on his efforts. His fingers thrust faster while he sucks on your clit hard, then his tongue starts to move with even more purpose—swirling, flicking, and teasing.

Without warning, your orgasm wracks through your body. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing down upon you. You come undone with a strangled cry as your eyes squeeze shut. Your hand instinctively pulls on Bucky’s hair as you ride out your climax. He helps you prolong your orgasm by keeping up with his ministrations.

He slows his movements to a stop and lets you catch your breath. You shudder with aftershocks of pleasure as you come down from your high.

He unhooks your leg from his shoulder and begins to kiss and nip up the expanse of your body. He inches up your form until he’s level with your face. Your eyes are still closed, and he chuckles low at your blissed out state. He plants kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose, making you release a breathy laugh. He finally places a soft, sweet kiss on your lips before leaning back to inspect you.

“You still with me, doll?” Bucky brushes a stray damp hair out of your face. You open your eyes, giving him a soft grin. “Ah, there’s my pretty girl. You doin’ okay?”

Your smile grows wider because he looks like an angel above you and has the nerve to call you pretty. “Better than okay. That was unreal.” You grab the back of his neck as your thumb caresses the skin. “Do you eat pussy for a living?” You jokingly add.

He gives you an amused look. “I can eat your pussy for a living. Keep me down there between your thighs and I’ll be a happy man.” He pinches your thigh to emphasize his words.

You giggle and wish time would stop for a minute because you want to stay in this moment forever. You snap yourself out of your daze and gesture between the two of you. “This isn’t fair.”

”What’s not fair, doll?” He gives you a quizzical expression.

”You’re wearing too many clothes.”

He shakes his head, grinning. “I can fix that.”

Bucky climbs off the bed and reaches behind him, pulling at the collar of his black shirt until it's off. You’re faced with sharp lines and toned muscles like a fucking ancient Greek sculpture. It’s absurd how sexy he is. You don’t know if you’ve met a more attractive person.

You lean on your forearms to better view him as he continues the show. Bucky unbuckles his belt; just the clang of the metal makes a fire light within your very bones. He slips it out of the belt loops of his dark-washed jeans before tugging them and his boxers down his legs.

You cast your eyes down at where the material pools at his feet, then slowly let them glide up his figure. Fuck. You don’t know where to look. His thighs, chest, biceps, abs, dick-

He’s huge, and he looks painfully hard. Forget what you said before about his handsome face and filthy mouth, his dick will be the death of you. You’re sure that’s the best way to go, though, so you can’t find it in your heart to care much.

Bucky crawls back over top of you, settling into his original place. Your hands are instantly on him, tracing his dips and contours. His stomach muscles flex beneath your touch.

“Stunning.” You mutter. You lift your head to kiss along the spot where skin meets metal, and he quivers above you.

“Doll-“ His voice is sweet and warm like honey in your ear. You register that his cock is hard against your thigh as you trail kisses to his neck. You grip him firmly in your hand, carefully stroking his leaky cock.

He gasps softly at the feel of your soft hand on him. Bucky’s forehead falls to your shoulder, and his breathing is ragged in your ear as you continue your movements. Your thumb swipes at the precum that beads at the slit, spreading it to give you more purchase.

”Oh, sweetheart.” He growls, low and rough. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

You hum in agreement as you free him from your grasp. “Well then,” you move your mouth to hover beside his ear and whisper. ”Take me, baby.”

Bucky grunts and pecks your shoulder before pulling away to gaze into your eyes. His eyes are dark with desire, matching your own. He takes his dick in his hand and positions himself between your thighs. He runs the head through your slick and teases your entrance with his tip.

“Are you ready for me?”

Your free hand finds a place on his bicep in preparation, knowing you’ll need stability from his sheer size. “Yes, Bucky.”

He slides inside of you, nice and slow, taking his time to stretch you out on his cock. His entire body stiffens as he feels how tight you are. Bucky groans and his jaw clenches as if it’s taking every bit of control not to slam into you. You suck in breath and tilt your head back. He instantly takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, gently forcing your gaze back on him.

“Eyes on me, doll. I want to watch you as it goes in.”

Fuck. You’re so turned on that you can’t even respond to him; you just obey. Your eyes are locked on his as he pushes inside you at an achingly slow pace like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

He bottoms out inside you, and you feel impossibly full. You’re just staring at each other now, your rapid breaths mingling in the space between you. Bucky’s giving you a moment to adjust before he even thinks about moving. He also wants to take a moment to feel you surrounding him; it’s overwhelming.

You have to remind yourself to breathe. The stretch of your pussy around him is intense. His dick is buried so far into your tight warmth it’s like he’s drowning in it, but instead you're the one losing oxygen.

He moves his hand from the spot on your chin to cup your cheek, stroking the flushed skin. He leans down and captures your lips in a hungry kiss, hot and desperate, like he needs to taste you. You reciprocate with equal fervor, your hand snaking up into his hair to deepen the kiss as your tongues merge.

He moves both his hands to grab your thighs and hikes them up to wrap your legs around his waist. Bucky’s metal hand settles on your hip as the other searches for your hand on the back of his head. He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls it from its place in his hair. He breaks the kiss and brings your palm to his lips, before pinning it above your head.

He leisurely starts to ease in and out of you while trying to get a read on your expression. He wants to make sure you’re feeling good or if you need more time to adjust. But, instead, you softly moan, giving him the reassurance he needs to speed up.

“Atta girl, taking me so well.” Bucky praises. It only seems to make your core wetter, making it easier for him to thrust into you. You tighten your grip on his bicep as he snaps his hips into you. His grip on your hip is bruising as he sets a rhythmic pace, steady and deep.

His hand on your wrist lets go before his fingers glide across your palm to interlock your hands, holding it against the mattress as if to say, I’m here, I’ve got you. You squeeze his hand in a silent reply to remind him that you’re here and not going anywhere.

Bucky adjusts himself as his thrusts turn erratic and sloppy as his pace quickens, slamming deeper into you. He wants to see you completely fall apart under him. You moan loudly at the new angle he’s providing you. He begins to hit that sweet spot deep inside you over and over. The tension rises sharply and quickly, like you might explode at any minute.

”Yes, Bucky. Just like that. So fucking good.” The words spew from your lips like an erupting volcano, and you can’t help the sounds you’re making, loud moans and strained whimpers.

”You sound so pretty, babydoll. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” He reaches between your bodies with his metal hand to rub your aching, sensitive clit with his thumb.

You arch your back into him and your hand finds purchase on the carved lines of his back, nails digging into the flesh, leaving behind little crescent moon shapes. The flood of sensations washing over you causes you to clench hard around him as you cry out in pleasure.

”Bucky, I-I’m…” You cut yourself off with a groan as he hits your cervix again.

”I know, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezin’ me.” He rubs your clit faster, applying more pressure, his thumb moving in tight circles. “Let go, doll. Come for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

That’s all the motivation you need as you scream his name while your pussy flutters around him. Your body is trembling as you orgasm for the second time tonight. Your vision blurs, and you’re seeing stars. The feeling is euphoric. It’s as if you’re on cloud nine, floating on ecstasy. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open, but you need to watch him come undone.

He lets out a strangled moan as he feels you come. It’s the best feeling in the world, and he knows he could easily get addicted to it. He eases off your clit and returns his hold on your hip, firm as if he’s afraid to let go.

Bucky thrusts in once, twice, three times before spilling deep inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you and coating your walls as he grunts your name, throwing his head back in pure bliss. He clutches your intertwined hands like a lifeline.

You watch in awe as he releases into you. Your mind is still in the clouds as you cup his jaw and force his head down. He opens his eyes, adoration swimming in his soft blues. He presses his forehead to yours as he works you both through your climax, pushing his cum deeper into you.

He ceases his movement, but stays buried to the hilt deep inside you. He wants to keep that connection for a bit longer. You can feel cum leaking out of you as your body goes limp. Bucky rests his weight on top of you, and you welcome it.

He nuzzles his face into your neck as you both come down from your highs, chests rising and falling rapidly. Your hand moves into his hair as you lightly scratch his scalp with your nails. Bucky groans in appreciation, and his lips brush against your neck with lazy kisses.

“Damn,” you breathe into the air. “Is it going to be like that every time?”

He chuckles into the side of your neck, vibrating your body. Bucky inclines his head back, letting go of your hand to lean on his forearm over you. His face has a soft expression, a mix of arrogance and amusement.

“I’m pretty sure it only gets better, doll. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He pinches your side, and you huff air out of your nose in laughter.

“Oh, really? You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?”

“I’m only confident in my ability to please you.” He shoots you a look like he knows how good he made you feel.

Bucky pulls out of you, causing you to softly gasp from how sensitive you are. He rolls over into the spot beside you and takes you with him, cradling you into his warm chest. He places a lingering kiss on your forehead and then tucks your head under his chin. It’s as if you belong there.

You practically melt into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and burrowing the side of your face into his chest. Bucky hums and starts playing with your hair while his metal fingers draw meaningless patterns into your back.

”I’ll clean us up in a bit. Maybe run a bath,” he thinks out loud, making a soft smile grow on your lips. “But right now, I just want to hold my pretty girl.”

You let your eyes flutter closed, reveling in the moment and his soothing actions on your back and hair. “You won’t hear any complaints from me, handsome.”

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You’re in the kitchen, three different pans heating on the stove. This could potentially be a fire hazard, but it isn’t much of a concern for you. You’re cooking pancakes, eggs, and sausage as you hum to one of the songs blasting from your phone.

Your hips sway to the music, gently, because it seems every time you move, pain surges between your thighs. You don’t mind, though. It’s a reminder of Bucky and the long night you spent together. But, fuck, you’re sore.

You didn’t realize how much stamina a super soldier has, but now you are acutely aware. You thought it would be a nice, relaxing bath after your first round, but someone got a little too handsy. And as you were drying, the towel wrapped snugly around you, Bucky tore it off and had his way with you again. Hence, why you’re hurting this morning, this kind of pain is something you can and will get used to, though.

You decided to make breakfast for him as soon as the sun woke you up, and you couldn’t stop admiring his sweet, sleepy expression. Half the reason is to thank him for rocking your world last night, and the other half is for much-needed sustenance.

You use your spatula to push at the edges of your fluffy pancake to flip it eventually. As you're flipping it, warm hands envelope your waist. You jump slightly, the sudden contact startling you. Bucky rests his chin on your shoulder and whispers in your ear.

”Sorry, doll. Didn’t mean to scare you.“ His voice is still thick with sleep; he must have just woken up.

You grin as you continue with your task. “You’re fine, I just didn’t hear you come in.”

”You left me.” Bucky murmurs against your skin as he kisses a trail down your neck to your shoulder.

”I was making you breakfast in bed, but now that you’re not in bed, it’s just breakfast.” You tease him as you check on your eggs.

He hums, clearly amused by your teasing. “Mmm…I missed you.” Bucky squeezes your torso, and you giggle. “I thought it was all a dream when I didn’t see you next to me.”

”No, not a dream. Very real. The throbbing between my legs is proof of that.”

Bucky snorts as his hands glide down your figure. “I would apologize, but I’m not that sorry. You know I can’t get enough of you.”

He dips his fingers under the hem of your oversized shirt and starts to massage your thighs as he mumbles in your ear. “I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“Bucky,” You softly moan, enjoying the sensations he’s giving you. “You’re distracting me.” Your spatula drops to the counter as you reach up to rest a hand on his cheek, keeping him close to your ear.

He lightly laughs in your ear as he pulls you by your hips, your ass flush against his growing erection. His fingers dig into your flesh, gripping and rubbing at your thighs.

”A good distraction?” Bucky nibbles on your ear.

You bite your lip to suppress another moan. You take a firm hold of his jaw and turn your head, angling your lips inches from his.

”You know it.” You mutter against his mouth before pressing your lips to his.

It’s soft and tender, lips moving unhurriedly like you're learning from every brush of each other's mouth. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and he gently bites it, tugging on it before letting go.

Bucky dives back in, kissing you deeply as his tongue pushes its way past the seam of your lips. As he slides his tongue against yours, his fingertips trace your inner thighs. Your skin dots with goosebumps from his touch. You start grinding your ass on him until-

“Ah! What the fuck?” A voice cuts through the air, and you instantly break away from Bucky’s mouth to see the source of the words.

Yelena is shielding her eyes with a repulsed expression on her face. Bucky moves away from you, adjusting himself in his sweatpants. You straighten out your oversized shirt, bunched around your torso, even though you’re wearing shorts underneath.

“Is your dick out or can I open my eyes now?” Yelena can barely get out the words because she’s gagging.

Bucky groans, rubbing at his forehead, so you answer for him. ”Holy shit, Yelena. No! We’re not animals.” You glance over to Bucky, and he shrugs with a mischievous grin as if to say, Well…

You shake your head at him. “Not helping.” You whisper.

You turn back to Yelena, and her eyes are still squeezed shut. “You can open your eyes now.”

She hesitantly peels her eyes open, peeking behind her hand. Once she knows you’re both decent, she drops her hand to her side.

”Now, I have to wash my eyes with bleach to get that image out of my head.” Yelena grumbles, advancing further into the kitchen to the coffee pot.

”We were just kissing.” You insist, though you’re blushing.

”It looked like a lot more than kissing to me.” Yelena mutters as she begins to pour herself a cup.

Bucky steps around you, a hand on the small of your back as he kisses your cheek. “Sorry, that was my fault.” He murmurs. “Guess I should have stayed in bed. I’ll see you there?” He offers you an apologetic look.

You give him a soft smile. “Yeah, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed like I originally planned.”

He nods, giving you one last kiss on the cheek like he can’t resist you. “Alright, babydoll.” The nickname melts you, and you’re beaming at him before you know it.

Bucky begins to wander out of the kitchen, but pauses to glance over his shoulder. “Smells delicious, by the way. I meant to say that, but got a little…distracted.” You giggle, and he veers right and out of the room.

You return to your cooking and notice the pancake is slightly burnt. You scoop it onto a plate with an easy grin, like it doesn’t matter to you, because Bucky’s lips were on yours as it burned.

“Cute.” Yelena's voice breaks you from your trance, and when you glance at her, she’s slanted against the counter, sipping her coffee as she stares at you.

“Sickeningly cute, but I suppose cute nonetheless.” She mutters into the mouth of her mug.

You snort as you begin to assemble the breakfast on your dishes. As you're plating the food, you catch Yelena from the corner of your eye. She’s still studying you, and it’s starting to make you uncomfortable. You turn your body towards her.

”What is it?” You cross your arms over your chest, waiting for her to spit it out.

”Although I never want to see that again,” she gestures to the air around you, referring to the make-out session she just witnessed. “I’m happy for you two.”

Her words cause you to stagger briefly. That’s not what you thought she would say, but you are pleasantly surprised. “Thanks, Yelena.”

You consider Yelena’s statement for a second. You have this weightless feeling that you’ve never had in the morning. You seem to walk with a bounce to your step. There’s a constant fluttering in your stomach. You’re happy. And it’s all because of Bucky. Even though this is new and fresh, you somehow know that feeling will never disappear.

[leclerc-hs]

lando or charles eating the aphrodisiac chocolate with reader as a challenge to see who will give in first. im going feral thinking abt this…

pairing: lando norris x fem! reader word count: 2.3k warnings: SMUT, like hard fucking SMUT, dirty talk, bad language, lots of cursing, kinda mean lando!, hot hot hot, 18+, like serious fucking SMUT. unprotected sex, p in v…, overstimulation. breeding kink? author's note: ok so i got this request recently but was off of work today so i had a spare few hours to get this written. like I'm telling you this shit is straight up p*rn basically. anyways XOXO. COMMENT IF I SHOULD WRITE A CHARLES VERSION.... ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

It started as a joke.

A stupid dare over a few drinks, a stolen box of expensive chocolates laced with some so-called “harmless aphrodisiac”. And whoever begged to fuck first, lost. Simple.

“Bet you’d crack first,” You teased, waving a piece in Lando’s direction.

He snorted, cocky. “You? Lasting longer than me? No shot.”

“You scared?”

And that was how you both ended up stretched across the mattress of his bedroom, city lights glittering through the dark windows. A half-empty box of chocolates between you.

Popping pieces of chocolate like it’s just a normal Friday night. Like it wasn’t burning under your skin.

The first twenty minutes were easy.

He was lounging against the headboard, legs spread, still pretending to be cool. But you saw all the signs. The twitches. And now he was hunched over, sweat forming on his forehead, cock bulging.

It hit slow, like a boiling heat swirling in your belly, licking along your veins.

Minutes passed.

He was now stretched out across the mattress, hoodie pulled over his head with one arm and tossed aside. 

“I’m fine,” you say. Calm and smug. Licking a part of the melted chocolate on your fingertip while you stared at him. “Starting to think it’s not that strong.”

Lando doesn’t reply.

He’s sitting opposite of you. Legs spread wide, forearms on his thighs, glaring.

Like he know’s just how fucked he is.

Like he’s trying to hard to not show it. Not to let you see how badly his cock is fucking aching and leaking inside of his sweats.

But the bulge is obvious. 

“What the fuck was in that chocolate?”

You smile. “Just a little something to make you honest.”

“Honest?” His voice cracks. “Baby, I’m seconds away from fucking the mattress.”

His pupils are blown wide, breathing shallow. And you just smile.

“Aw,” you say. Mocking, tilting your head. “Poor baby. Getting hard already?”

“Shut the fuck up,” His voice is rough. Hoarse.

“Ohhh,” you mutter. “Is Lando gonna lose the game finally?”

He shifts, just slightly, not much. Just a fraction. But it must be too much because a soft, broken sound slips past his lips. Like a whimper.

And you freeze. 

His eyes snap shut. One fist in his hair, yanks. The other drops to his thigh, squeezing.

You lean back, slow and taunting, stretching your arms over your head, the hem of your shirt lifting up just enough to flash the skin of your stomach.

“You’re fucking evil,” Lando rasps. Words dripping like venom. “Sitting there, all wet and fucking needy, pretending you don’t wanna get fuckin’ ruined.”

His hand moved, slow, slipping down his stomach, fingering the waistband of his sweats.

And you watch, breathless, as he shoves his hand under the fabric, grabbing his cock with a loud groan.

“I’m fucking aching, baby.” He hisses, squeezing himself, eyes flutter closed. “Hard as fuck. Dying. And you’re just sitting there, teasing, like a little slut who doesn’t know what she’s asking for.”

You swallow, whole body throbbing at the violence in his voice.

“Go ahead,” you mutter. “Touch yourself.”

He opens his eyes. Dark. Wild.

“Fuck you.” He breathes. “Not touching myself when you’re right fucking there. Perfect fuckin’ pussy’s mine.”

He shoves his sweats down. Just enough to free himself. His cock is thick, red, and leaking.

You whimper. Unintentionally. 

And he grins. Menacingly. Mean.

“You’re drooling, pretty girl.” He taunts. “Want it that bad, hm?”

He fists himself roughly, dragging his hand up his length, smearing his precum down the shaft, a loud groan pushing past his lips.

“Bet you’re soaking that little pussy right now,” he jerks himself slowly, torturing. “Bet you’re throbbing and fuckin’ clenching around nothing, wishing my cock was shoved up there.”

Your thighs press shut. The throbbing between them aching. Burning you.

He laughs.

“Just look at you,” He gasps. “Fuckin needy. Bet you’d ride my cock without a second thought if I told you to.”

You shift forward, like a predator, “I would.” You whisper. “Sit down on you and ride you until you were fuckin’ crying.”

His whole body shudders. 

“Fuck,” his head tips back, eyes squeezed shut as he grinds his hips into his own hand. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You crawl forward, until you were between his legs, looking up at him, inches from his leaking cock.

And he was shaking now. Hands fisting at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or keep going.

You tilt your head, innocently.

“Beg for it.” 

And he chokes on a moan. Lips pressed tight together.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He frowns. “Y’want me to fucking beg?”

You smile. Nod.

His eyes drag down you, breathing so hard his chest is visibly rising and falling.

“Please,” his voice is wrecked. “Please let me fuck you. Please, baby…” he’s fidgeting now. “Need to be inside of you. Need that tight pussy squeezing’ me, fuck,..please”

You lean closer, letting your breath hit the tip of his cock without touching him.

And he fucking whimpers.

“Need to split you open,” He pants. “Fuck you so stupid. Wanna feel you shaking around me. Fill you up and stuff you so full that you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You give him nothing. Just a light drag of your fingers crawling up his inner thigh. Barely touching him. Just enough to torment him.

And his entire body jerks. 

“Stop fucking teasing.” Its a low, guttural snarl. 

“Why?” You mutter. “Y’gonna come from just this? Just my hands on your leg?”

That does it.

He fucking snaps.

One hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so you meet his eyes. And he looks fucking insane.

Flushed. Sweaty. Pupils blown. His chest is rising.

And his voice?

It’s fucking mean. Angry. Frustrated. Horny.

“Bet you think this is so funny.” He hisses, dragging you up from your knees, tossing you back onto the bed like you weigh nothing. “Y’think I’m just gonna sit here and let you fuck with me while my cock’s fucking leaking for you.”

You laugh, smug. And his control shatters.

“Shut the fuck up.”

He’s on you before you can blink, shoving your knees apart, tearing your shorts down with both hands.

He shoves your shirt high enough over your breasts, not taking it off. He just wants access.

And his eyes land right between your legs.

You’re fucking soaked. Slick and smeared all along your thighs. Pooling.

“Oh my god,” he groans. “Fuckin’ look at you.”

And then his eyes meet yours. Fucking furious.

“All that teasing and you’re this fucking wet?” He slaps your inner thigh, hard enough to make your hips jump. “Pussy’s been begging for me and you’re sitting there like you’re in control?” 

He lines himself up. And shoves the tip in. Just enough to feel your tight, hot cunt suck him in.

You gasp, arching your back into him. And he groans.

“Feel that? Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”

He thrusts even deeper, still not all the way in. Just a little bit more.

“You don’t get to tease me and then not take it,” He grunts. “Gonna fuck you until this slutty little cunt’s dripping with my cum.”

You moan. Loud. But he grabs your chin. Fingers gripping your jaw so tight that you can’t look away even if you tried.

“Uh, uh. Don’t you dare come yet.”

He pulls out. Just a little bit. Still grinding into you. “Wanna feel you clench on me when I’m buried in.”

And then he slams all the way in. One harsh thrust that fucking knocks the air out of your lungs.

You cry out. Hands fisting at the sheets. Legs snapping shut around his hips immediately.

He groans. It’s broken and raw.

“Fuck…there it is. That tight little pussy choking me.” 

He starts moving. Hard. Dragging his cock in and out with a harsh force. Like he’s punishing you.

The mattress moves under you, the headboard hitting the wall.

And his words. They keep coming.

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you baby. Shove it so fuckin’ deep you’ll be leaking with me for days.”

“Made for me. Bet no one will ever fuck you this deep.”

“Y’like when I’m mean, huh? Like when I lose it for you?”

And you can’t even breathe. Cant answer. Can only take his cock as he fucks you deep into the mattress.

“Fuckin’ knew you’d play dirty.” He pants. “And I warned…fucking warned you what would happen.”

And then his hand is trailing down, thumb pressing fast, tiny circles to your clit.

You yell. 

“Yeah, go on.” He says. “Soak my cock. Show me who fucking wins now.”

And you break. Coming hard. Your body arches off the bed, walls squeezing him so tight he only thrusts a few more times before he spills into you.

He keeps thrusting through it, slower, like he can’t stop.

He collapses on top of you. “What the fuck are you doing to me, baby?”

He’s still inside of you. Still thick. Twitching. And still so fucking hard.

Your body is limp under him, thighs trembling with need.

But Lando doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull out. Just stayed buried inside of you, cock so deep inside of you that you swear you can feel it throbbing.

And then you flinch because he’s moving again. It’s slow, just a small roll of his hips.

“Lan,” He grabs your jaw. 

“No.” He breathes. “You don’t get to say my name like that after what you just pulled.”

Your eyes are glassy. 

“Wanted to see me lose it, yeah? Wanted to see what’d I do?” His hips roll deeper, harder. And you whimper.

Pussy swollen, sensitive, full with his cum, and he’s grinding into you like he’s only just started.

“Well here you go,” He hisses. “You asked for this.”

He grabs both of your wrists, pins them above your head with one hand, while the other slips down and wraps around your throat.

“You’re gonna take every fucking thrust. Every drop.”

And he’s fucking you again. Cock still so hard that it feels unnatural.

Your cunt pulses around him. Soaked and clenching like you’re about to come again. 

“Look at you,” he pants. “Still so fucking tight after being filled. Still squeezing me like you don’t want me to pull out.”

He’s thrusting harder, his hips slapping into you.

“Gonna stuff you full again,” His teeth trail your neck. “Gonna fuck you til you can’t say a fucking word.”

And you can’t. You’re babbling. Sobs. Moans. Gasps. And he doesn’t stop. His hand reaches down between your legs again, reaching for your puffy clit.

And you yell. “No..no, Lan!” 

“Oh, now you wanna be shy?” He mocks, nibbling at your throat. “Now you wanna act like its too much?”

He pinches your clit. You cry out.

“Teasin’ me an hour ago. Thighs clenched like a little whore.”

He trails up your neck with his tongue. “You don’t get to quit now.”

And then he’s fucking you faster, his fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit and your body shatters.

You yell, spasming so hard around his cock like it’s milking him.

He groans loud. Spills inside of you for a second time, relentlessly grinding into you.

And even then, he still doesn’t pull out.

He slumps over you, panting and drenched in sweat.

But you feel it. The way his cock still doesn’t soften.

He drags a hand over his face, staring down at you. 

Grinning.

-

You don’t even know what time it is anymore. Sweat is dry on your skin. Slick smeared across your thighs.

The bed is fucking soaked. Sweat, cum, saliva, you. And your legs are still twitching from the last orgasm.

And Lando’s still inside of you. Still throbbing.

And he’s looking at you now. Really looking.

His hand cups underneath your jaw, thumb brushing your skin gently. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.” He mutters. He says it like he can’t believe you’re here. That you’re his.

Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, pressing warm kisses to your cheek, then jaw, then the spot beneath your ear.

And he rocks his hips forward again…it’s slow, deep, grinding into your overstimulated cunt with a soft groan.

You whimper but he presses his thumb to your lips. Shushes you.

“Shh, I know, baby,” He whispers. “I know.”

But he doesn’t stop. Keeps moving like he needs to be inside of you.

“Make me fucking crazy.” He breathes. “Acting all innocent, playing games.”

He kisses you. Slow. Mouth lingering against yours as his hand slips under your thigh, lifting your leg over his hip as he pushes into you deeper.

And when he moans into your mouth, you feel yourself clench around him.

“I was going to fuck you angry again,” he says. “Wanted to keep ruining you.”

He kisses you again, breath shuddering against your skin. “But you look to fuckin’ sweet like this. Messy and fucked under me.”

You gasp when his cock nudges that spot just right in your belly as he flips you over, putting you on top of him.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You can take it.”

And then he kisses your shoulder. “So good for me.” He groans. “So fucking good for me.”

You moan. It’s shake and desperate, and you start pushing yourself into him a little faster. Thighs burning, body aching.

“There you go,” He’s groaning. “Just like that, baby. Fuck…”

You dig your nails into his shoulder and he loves it. “I wanna come inside you again.” He’s panting. “Need to fill you up.”

And you’re sobbing. Nodding against him. 

“Tell me it’s mine,” He whispers. “All of it. This pussy. These moans. This entire fucking body and soul.”

You breathe, riding him faster. “It’s yours.”

He kisses you again, open mouthed and deep, shoving his tongue in your mouth. He thrusts up against you and you shatter on top of him. Again.

Body convulsing, as he comes with a low broken fuck while spilling inside of you again.

You collapse on him. And he just holds you there.

Shaking. Sweaty. Covered.

He kisses your hair, whispering.

“Yeah, you won.”

[gojosconsort]

hi hi!! i loved ur older bf toji and kento headcanons so much would you possibly write for older bf!satoru? <3 I NEED HIM SOOO BAD

OLDER BF!SATORU ♡ // HEADCANONS

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're satoru’s controversial younger girlfirend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!satoru

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. age gap, size difference, creampie, oral sex (f and m), hair-pulling, spanking, blindfolding, orgasm denial, mirror sex, double penetration (with toy), vid recording, degradation, praise, tummy bulge, threesome (m/m/f), added some links for funsies

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s a little greyer now but still has so much stamina—wakes up lazy some mornings, tugging you back into bed, “c’mere, pretty.” wraps you in those long arms, nuzzling your neck ‘til you’re both tangled and giggling, then fucks you slow and sweet under the covers.

OLDER BF!SATORU who sets up his phone to record you two, then watches it later while you suck him off. “look at us, babe—fuckin’ porn stars,” he says, zooming in on your wrecked face, then cums down your throat while the video loops.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves teaching you things—sits you on his lap, hands guiding yours while he shows you some random thing, “see, babe? easy when you’ve got the best teacher.” ends up distracted, kissing your neck, “fuck the lesson—want you instead,” and you’re already riding him right there.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s too damn big every time—slides in slow, smirking, “relax, princess, you’ll take it—always do.” and loves watching your face twist as he fills you, pressing on that tummy bulge, “feel me up here? fuck, you’re tiny—gonna break you one day.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with double penetration using toys—loves sliding his thick cock into your pussy, then grabbing a dildo to stretch you even more, smirking, “feel that, babe? fuckin’ stuffed to the brim for me.” keeps going ‘til you’re screaming, juices dripping down his hands, “yeah, that’s it—take it all, princess, gonna ruin this tight little cunt.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves marking you up—bites your neck, your tits, your thighs ‘til they’re covered in purple welts, grinning, “my little canvas, huh?” flips you over, spanks you raw, then licks the bruises, muttering, “fuckin’ gorgeous all messed up for me.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s got that older guy patience—takes his time with you, sprawled on the couch after a long day, letting you ride him at your pace. “go on, princess—take what you need,” he murmurs, hands on your hips, eyes soft, “fuck, you feel good—always worth the wait.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s sometimes away for work for some days, leaving you missing him in that big, empty penthouse. he shows up unannounced, grinning like an idiot, holding a massive bouquet of roses he probably overpaid for, “miss me, princess? got these ‘cause you’re too pretty to be sad.” doesn’t wait for an answer—drops the flowers on the counter, scoops you up, and carries you to the bedroom, “been gone too long—gonna make it up to you, yeah?” and kisses you silly.

OLDER BF!SATORU who wakes up, pulls you flush against his chest, and slides in deep from behind, murmuring, “not leaving this bed, princess—you’re mine today.” keeps you there, fucking you lazy and long, “gonna fill you up ‘til you’re dripping me—nobody else gets that.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who still gets a kick out of spoiling you—comes home with some dumb, expensive gift, saying, “for my favorite girl.” later, he’s got you on the bed, peeling off your clothes, “gonna treat you even better now,” kissing down your body ‘til you’re melting.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves orgasm denial—edges you for hours with his fingers, tongue, and cock, smirking, “not yet, princess—beg me first.” and keeps you right on the brink ‘til you’re crying, then finally lets you cum so hard you black out, “fuck, you’re so loud when you cum.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves to blindfold you. “no peeking, princess—gonna fuck you ‘til you’re guessing where o’m at.” teases you with featherlight touches, then slams into you out of nowhere, loving how you gasp and claw at him, totally lost.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s tall as fuck and loves how you look tiny next to him—loves picking you up with one arm just to toss you on the bed. “c’mon, princess, climb this dick—let’s see if you can handle me.” then fucks you deep, grinning at the bulge in your tummy, “shit, look at that—way too big for you, huh?”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves fucking you in front of a mirror, bends you over in front of it, and yanks your hair back. “look at yourself, pretty—watch who’s fuckin’ you good,” pounding you from behind ‘til the glass shakes and you’re staring at your own sloppy, cum-streaked reflection.

OLDER BF!SATORU who brags about you to everyone—leans back at some meeting, saying, “yeah, my girl’s half my age and twice as fun—jealous yet?” comes home later, scoops you up, and murmurs, “missed you, babe—let’s make up for lost time,” fucking you gentle but hard on the living room floor, because he missed you really so much, hates to be away from you.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with eating you out—spreads you wide on the kitchen counter, sunglasses pushed up, and dives in like it’s his last meal. “fuckin’ sweet, princess,” tongue flicking fast and sloppy, “gonna cum again? good girl.” then keeps going ‘til you’re shaking and he’s licking his lips clean.

OLDER BF!SATORU who doesn’t give a shit about the age gap—when someone side-eyes you two, he just laughs, “what, jealous i’m railing someone half my age?” later, he’s got you bent over the sink, growling, “scream my name, pretty—let ‘em know who’s fuckin’ you this good.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who teases you about watching someone else fuck you, but he’d never share. or would he? “only one i’d ever let touch you is suguru—nobody else deserves this pussy.” you agree, half-joking, and next thing you know, he’s got suguru on the phone.

OLDER BF!SATORU & SUGURU who double-team you without mercy—satoru’s got his cock down your throat, gagging you ‘til tears stream, while suguru’s behind, gripping your hips, slamming into your pussy raw. “look at her—fuckin’ drooling for it,” satoru says, pulling your hair, while suguru growls, “she’s clenching so damn hard—gonna milk us both.”

————— ୨୧ —————

⁀➷ masterlist

[anxiouscherubs]

find you in my heart

✦ summary: the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, some fluff, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, big dick yh, unprotected sex (be safe!), yh is desperately in love, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of cheating (past relationships), yh and reader met as baristas, pet names, au where jeong yunho can actually cook, yunho is a lil possessive

✦ pairing: nonidol!yunho x reader

✦ author’s note: as a yunho ult, a yh best friends to lovers has been at the top of my list of things to write. i started this fic after yun posted these photos because i just could not get the vision of late night walks with him out of my head! i am new to writing so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you enjoy ♡ as always, thank you to my lovely best friends for enabling me and proofreading my depravity. love you guys forever. ♡

✦ word count: 12.9k

✦ read it on ao3: here

Two years. Two years down the drain because your ex decided he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You had a sneaking suspicion his change of heart had to do with his hot new coworker, but you couldn’t think too far into it or it would rip you apart more than he already had. 

He had grown distant, and you chalked it up to the stress of his new job. But when he started staying late every other day and missing your sacred Thursday date nights, you knew it was the beginning of the end. You were happy together (most of the time), but you were never certain you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. There were certain things about him that you tolerated, but you wanted your forever to be spent with someone who felt perfect for you. And he… didn’t.

Even though you knew he wasn’t who you’d spend your life with, it stung just the same to receive his messages. 

loser: hey y/n… i’ve been thinking about this for a while now but i think it’s time for us to part ways. 

loser: we’ve had a good run, but i’m just not really feeling it anymore. i hope you understand. 

loser: wish you the best. xx 

You’d changed his contact and blocked his number immediately, saving yourself from the hurtful words he’d throw your way if you tried to ask for any reasoning or clarification. He always turned into a different person the moment you tried to express your emotions. 

“She’s just a coworker, y/n, stop being crazy. You don’t have to worry about her.” 

You push his words out of your brain again before they take over. So what if he left you for her? They probably deserve each other. You knew you were better off, that wasn’t the issue. It was that you settled for two years, letting this man who clearly didn’t respect you treat you like an afterthought the entire time. The more you think about it, the more you blame yourself for placing such little value on your own time and energy. 

You sit on your couch, your coffee table littered with tear-soaked tissues and instant ramen cups. You haven’t  left the house since you got The Texts last night, and you've watched a season of your favorite crime show and eaten your body weight in Buldak since then. You know you can’t sit here and wallow anymore or you’ll start to lose your mind, so you drag yourself to the bathroom to assess the damage. Eyes red and puffy from crying, hair tangled and tied loosely in a scrunchie, tear drops lingering on the same sweatshirt you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours. You look like hell. 

“I need to get out of this apartment,” you say to yourself. You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your best friend before hopping in the shower. After washing your hair 3 times, shaving your legs, and exfoliating the sadness away, you’re finally starting to feel human again. You wrap yourself in your favorite towel before checking your phone again. 

y/n: yunnie… are you free tonight? 

yunho: for you? absolutely. you ok? haven’t heard from you all day.

Of course he’d notice you going MIA for a day. You and your best friend texted every single day, sending quick little updates or funny videos. He’d probably been worried sick, but he never wants to pry. He’s always respected your space like that. 

y/n: long story. i’ll explain later. 

y/n: meet me in front of blossom in 30? 

Blossom was the cafe you and Yunho met working at. You were both burning the candle at both ends working nearly full time as baristas during your senior year of college. Your closing shifts together kept you sane during finals, blasting music and sharing your life stories while you cleaned up the shop. He’d even walk you home, after every closing shift, never wanting to let you walk alone so late. You both gave your two weeks notice right after graduation, but promised each other you’d make up for all the time you wouldn’t spend working together anymore. 

That was four years ago, and he’d been such a stable presence in your life since then. You’d grown closer over the years, spending countless movie nights and BBQ dates together. He knew everything about you (after a movie night with too much wine and lots of oversharing) and hadn’t gone running for the hills, so you knew he really cared. You didn’t really have time to make friends in college because you were either working, in class, or studying, so he was really all you had. He was your safe space. You both stayed close by after graduation, staying in your apartments in the city 2 blocks from the cafe on either side. It was nice having your best friend so close by, and the cafe remained a staple in your friendship as a middle point between your two homes. In your reminiscing, you realize you missed your Saturday morning coffee date with him. 

yunho: of course, bean. i missed you this morning. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname. It always does. That, and when he calls you sweetheart. Your heart almost came up your throat the first time he pulled that one. Yunho started calling you bean after you spilled an entire bag of light roast on the cafe floor trying to refill the hopper for the openers. He’ll never let you live that one down. You remembered giggling and scooping coffee beans off the floor on your hands and knees together, his hand brushing over yours when you both reached for the dustpan, your eyes meeting, breath quickening… 

You shake the memory from your brain, coming back to reality just as you both had snapped out of it in the moment four years ago, scattering to finish cleaning up and avoiding eye contact the rest of the night. You always dismissed the electricity you felt when his skin touched yours, blaming the exhaustion from working a closing shift after being up all night studying. He had a girlfriend at the time, he wouldn’t have been interested in you that way anyway. He’s your friend, y/n, be realistic. You’re reaching. You send another quick text before getting dressed, and he of course responds right away. 

y/n: i missed you too, i’m sorry i should’ve texted. it’s been a shitty 24 hours. i’ll see you soon 

yunho: no need to apologize. i’ll be there, see you in a bit. 

25 minutes pass and you somehow manage to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You dried your hair and pulled half of it up in a claw clip, leaving some pieces out to frame your face. You threw on some concealer and a bit of blush, trying to hide how puffy your eyes still were. It was a chilly fall night, so you opted for your favorite pair of light wash jeans and an oversized black sweater, accompanied by your beat up black chelsea boots and your gray wool coat. 

After a quick 5 minute walk you round the corner to see Yunho standing in front of the cafe, his back facing you. Of course he’s right on time. His broad shoulders fill out the black jacket he’s wearing, his crossbody bag tucked under his arm. The neon sign in the cafe window leaves a purple hue reflecting off his freshly dyed dark gray hair. He turns his head at a car passing by, and you catch yourself smiling at the lost puppy look in his eyes. He must’ve seen you approaching in his peripheral, his head snapping in your direction. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with you. His warm brown eyes are full of an emotion you can’t quite name. 

Your chest aches at the realization that your ex, in the two years you were together, never looked at you like that. Why did you ever think you were important to him? Your throat suddenly tightens and your vision starts to blur, tears welling in your eyes for the millionth time today. Yunho’s smile drops, his brow furrowing as he takes two long strides to meet you. 

“Y/n, what is it, what happened?” He reaches for your shoulders to hold you steady, but you push forward to bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other snakes around your shoulders. Your hands find his waist, gripping his shirt underneath his jacket. His familiar scent of jasmine envelops you, and you realize how badly you needed your best friend to help you through this.

”H-He dumped me,” you sniffle, letting out a shaky breath into Yunho’s chest, “he d-dumped me yesterday, through a fucking t-text message,”  another unsteady exhale as you try to level your breathing. 

“He did what?!” He pulls you in closer to him, the disbelief lacing his tone reassuring how rational your feelings are.

“It’s over,” you blink away your tears, tilting your head back to look up at your best friend. You’ve never seen the expression on his face before, like anger and worry are battling it out in his brain, and he can’t decide which one should take center stage first. “He texted me last night, saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it anymore’ and he ‘wished me the best,’” your mocking tone repeating his words reignited the angry flame in your chest. 

“Wished you the best,” he scoffs, “is he kidding?” He rolls his eyes.  “That’s how you end a two-year-long relationship?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking a half step back to give you some more space to catch your breath.  

“I can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with someone who just kicked me to the curb without a second thought,” you pinch the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, your eyes lingering on his collarbone peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m convinced he left me for a coworker, the one he told me not to worry about.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips, the burning feeling behind your eyes returning as more tears come. “I’m more upset with myself for letting him treat me like this for so long,”

“Hey, look at me,” Yunho cautiously brings his hands to your face, cradling your head gently. You lean into his touch, dragging your gaze up to meet his.

“He doesn’t know what he just threw away, sweetheart,” Yunho holds your teary cheeks in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen, and if he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You choke out between sniffles. 

“Oh y/n… of course I do. I always have,” he wipes a tear from your cheek before it reaches your lips, “since the day I met you.” 

Your breath catches in your throat at his admission, your chin wobbling as you try to hold it together. 

His eyes search yours, that unspoken emotion taking over his features again. You almost catch the moment he shakes it away, reminding himself that he’s here to support you. His hands fall from your cheeks to grab your hands instead, that familiar electricity prickling your skin as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles. 

“Do you wanna go inside? I called ahead and ordered you a maple latte and a raspberry scone as soon as I got your text.” He tilts his head in the direction of the cafe next to you. 

You look inside to see two to-go cups and a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. “And an iced caramel latte for you, I’m assuming,” you poke his stomach teasingly, “thank you, Yun, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Of course I did,” he gently squeezes your hands, a warm smile taking over his features. “Come on, it seems like we have a lot to catch up on. I have a feeling you have a lot to get off your chest.” He lets go of one hand, keeping hold of the other to walk you to the door. You lace your fingers through his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. 

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You’d spent the last hour sitting in your favorite booth with Yunho, hashing through every single thing you hated about your ex. He was appalled by the things you’d told him, wishing he knew sooner so he could’ve tried to help you see you deserve someone better. Someone who valued your emotions, understood your needs, respected your boundaries… Someone like — 

“Yunho, are you with me?” Your voice shakes him out of his daze, bringing him back to the conversation.

“Sorry bean, I just can’t believe he was such an asshole behind closed doors,” he recovers, “I wish you told me sooner. I feel like I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve been.”

”It’s not your fault, I could’ve told you and I didn’t. I think I was in denial,” you scoff. ”I was settling and I knew it, I was just trying to pretend things were better, but I think I’d been checked out for a while.” You swirl your coffee around in your cup, avoiding the concerned look in his eye. If you looked at him too long, you’d risk reading something deeper in the way he cares about you, something that made your heart flutter and ache all at once.

”Y/n, do you remember the girl I was dating when we met?” His tone shifts, a slight vulnerability creeping in. You stop moving your cup, watching the drink settle. You nod hesitantly, still avoiding his eyes. 

Of course you remember her. You had developed a crush on Yunho in your first week working together, but you had to smother it at the first mention of her. Any hope you had left for a chance with him disintegrated the first time you saw her — she was the kind of beautiful you only saw on TV. Flawless skin, no split ends, a perfectly sculpted body. Even her voice was smooth. She seemed perfect for him. 

“She cheated on me.” 

Your head snaps up to him in disbelief. “Excuse me?” 

You remember him telling you they broke up in passing — it had been a month after you started a relationship of your own. Part of you always wondered if you had just missed your window to pursue something with Yunho, but you pushed that thought out of your head so you could be present for your best friend. He didn’t want to go into detail about the breakup at the time, and he never did in the two years that followed. 

“For the last six months of our relationship, she’d been sleeping with someone she reconnected with from high school. They realized they loved each other, and she ended things.” He offers a sad smile, but the bitterness lingers beneath the surface. You feel a tightness in your chest wondering why he didn’t want to share his pain with you while all of this was going on.  

”Oh, Yunnie,” you reach for his hand across the table, holding his large palm in yours. “I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how anyone could ever do that to you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Maybe we can call it even?” He lets out a breathy laugh, ignoring your question. “You didn’t tell me your relationship troubles, I didn’t tell you mine. Now it’s all on the table and we can leave it in the past.” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your response. 

“Fine.” You flash a tight lipped smile, wanting to hash this open again with him at a later time. You didn’t keep secrets from each other, so why was he avoiding getting into this with you? 

“Well, it’s almost closing time.” Of course he’s gonna change the subject. “Do you need a night alone or are you coming home with me tonight?” He forces a smile from across the table, and you could’ve sworn his ears turned the slightest bit red asking you to spend the night. Sleepovers weren’t out of the norm for the two of you, but this proposal felt different for some reason. 

“I think if I’m alone at my place tonight I’ll revert to the sad couch potato I was before I texted you earlier.” You don’t really believe that, feeling like you’ve moved past the depression stage of grief and slowly inching toward acceptance. But you still wanted the company. 

“I’d love to come home with you, Yunnie.”

“Then let’s go, sweetheart.” 

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Your neighborhood was so beautiful at night. The soft streetlights cast a gentle glow on the sidewalk, illuminating little puddles of water from last night’s rain. The fall air feels cool and crisp, carrying the faint smell of the changing leaves. This late at night, the stillness is calming… usually. 

You two had found this to be the perfect environment to have your deepest talks. Taking regular nighttime walks with Yunho had become one of your cherished rituals, especially when one of you needed to get something off your chest. You’d shared fragments of your lives, from your family drama to his frequent arguments with a stubborn coworker at his new job. But tonight, a suffocating silence swirls around you. 

You’d taken a full lap around the neighborhood in silence since leaving Blossom, the familiar path devoid of your usual chatter. As you approach Yunho’s place, his brisk pace and hands shoved deep in his pockets told you he wasn’t going to be the one to acknowledge it. He was never one for confrontation. If he wouldn’t tell you what’s going on voluntarily, you’d have to coax it out of him.   

You stop walking, the cool air feeling sharper on your skin. He takes three more strides before he stops too, spinning back around to face you, confusion etched on his devastatingly handsome features.

“You okay, bean?” he asks, tilting his head at you, genuine concern flickering in his eyes. 

“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing,” you reply, barely above a whisper. Maybe you weren’t one for confrontation either. 

He takes a step closer to you, “I’m fine,” he says with a quick shrug and a slight shake of his head. 

“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we left Blossom? Did I say something to upset you?” You try your hardest to grab your frustration before it bubbles up, but you can already tell it’s too late. His dismissive tone, both here and at the cafe, gnaws at you. It triggers something inside of you from your recently ended relationship, and you feel on the verge of either shutting down or letting your emotions spiral.  

“I just thought you might want a quiet walk is all.” He can barely look you in the eye, and that’s when you know something is very wrong. 

“Come on Yun, you know that’s not what’s going on. Something is bothering you.” The frustration claws higher and higher, an unwelcome tightness gripping at your chest. Don’t cry, y/n.

He opens his mouth, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but stops himself, his hands finally pulling from his pockets to rest on his hips. He stares at a fallen leaf swirling in a puddle between you. 

“Is it because we talked about your ex?” He winces just a little at your words. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds, I just thought after everything we’ve shared with each other that you’d want to talk to me about it.” You don’t mean for your words to sound accusatory, but based on the way his body tenses, you realize they must have. 

“It’s not that, y/n, it’s not about…” his voice trails off into a sigh. His eyes search yours, his mind racing trying to decide if he wants to get into what’s really going on, what he’s been keeping inside for so long. 

“Then what is it?” You’re grasping at straws, desperately trying to get him to give you anything to go off of. When you’re met with more silence and an indiscernible look in his eyes, you push forward.

“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me she cheated on you Yun, we help each other through everything.” Anger wells up in you, more at yourself for not asking him to open up to you about it at the time. 

“Y/n, please, it’s more complicated than just her cheating, and I just don’t know if now is the best time to get into it, you’re still—”

“Still what, Yunho? Grieving my own relationship? Just because I just got dumped doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you!” Your voice rises, each word sharp, the tension in your throat threatening to break. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, that’s not up to you—”

“Fine,” he interrupts, “do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t tell you, y/n? Is that what you want?” His ears redden, and you can’t tell if he’s angry, embarrassed, or a combination of the two. You nod hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you she cheated because I didn’t care, okay? I didn’t care. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore, but neither was mine.” His chest heaves, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a brief moment to brace himself. 

“I didn’t care that she cheated, because I didn’t want her anyway.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted you.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

His eyes burn into yours as his words hang in the air between the two of you. 

“Yunho…” You take a step toward him only for him to take a step back. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it. What is happening right now?

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve held it in for so long, and I just can’t do it anymore, I—” He stutters over his words, “I wasn’t grieving my relationship, I was grieving yours. You found someone just before she ended things with me, and I realized maybe you and I weren’t meant to be. That we’d never have the chance to try.” His eyes gloss over with pent up emotion, thinking about all the time he spent wondering what could’ve been. “I wanted you, but I had to act like I didn’t, and we were becoming such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin it, I just—” 

”Did you think I didn’t feel the same?” You interrupt him. “That I don’t feel the same now?” 

He tilts his head at you, the tension in his body visibly disintegrating. “What are you saying?” Brows furrowing, cheeks blushing, so many emotions flying through his features at a speed neither of you can process. He runs his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. “Sweetheart, what are you saying?” 

“I wanted you, too, Yun…” The words tumble out of you, a rush of honesty that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. “I want you too.”

He takes another step toward you, his mind racing as he searches for answers to never ending questions. “You did?” Another step. “You do?” 

“Yes, and yes,” you nod, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your admission—both to Yunho and to you. You realize you’d never said it out loud before, not even to yourself. 

“Say it again,” he urges, closing the gap between the two of you. One hand finds your waist while the other gently cradles the back of your neck. His touch lights a fire on your skin, his hands feeling heavier on your body than they ever have before. Your hands find their way to his waist, tugging him closer to you. Chests heaving, hearts racing.

“I want you, Yunho.”  

The tension between you peaks, your grip tightening on one another, like if either one of you lets go, the moment will slip away. Yunho’s eyes search yours, looking for confirmation. 

He gently cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting the familiar spark that had always lingered between the two of you. Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the fear of moving too fast and the undeniable pull you have always felt towards him. 

You bring a hand up to his cheek, your fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You linger for a moment before wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

“Y/n,” he whispers, “sweetheart,”  his gaze drops to your lips, and you swear you can hear your hearts beating in time with one another in the quiet. 

You take a deep breath, searching his gaze for the same spark of desire you feel coursing through your body. He inches closer, breath mingling with yours, heating the space between you.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly. 

You nod, breathless, as you lean in just enough to finally close the distance between the two of you. 

The tip of his nose brushes against yours, the contact making your head spin. You’ve thought about this moment countless times, and being here feels so right.

“Yunho,” you breathe, “please kiss me alr—“

His mouth molds to yours before you can finish your sentence, pulling all the remaining air from your lungs. The world around you explodes in a flash of warmth and tenderness, all the hurt you had been feeling melting away into a puddle at your feet.

You feel a rush of emotions— relief, joy, and a deep, intoxicating desire— as he deepens the kiss. Your hands tighten around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he sweeps his tongue across your bottom lip. You lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips on yours erasing everything else you’ve ever felt. 

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. This moment, this kiss, feels like a declaration— a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden glances, the years of longing between the two of you. It’s exhilarating.

He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths the only sounds on the quiet street. Your hands slide from his neck, traveling down his chest before settling on his waist. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to cut you off,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve just been waiting a really long time to do that.” He drops a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. 

“You can cut me off anytime if it means I get to kiss you,” you nuzzle into his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat slows yours to match. 

“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“Yes, abso—“

His lips connect to yours again, a fire igniting in your belly when his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like caramel, the sweetness of his latte lingering on his tongue. Wide hands wrap around your hips, dragging you closer, rolling your body into him. 

You snake your hands up his lower back, digging your nails into his skin through his shirt. A low groan rumbles deep in Yunho’s throat at the sensation, sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. A whimper crawls up your throat before you can stop it, and Yunho smiles against your mouth. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. 

“Your lips are even softer than I imagined they’d be,” he gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling back. His deep eyes find yours, his blushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights. 

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” Shyness creeps in at the realization that Yunho thought about you in the same way you thought about him. 

“Among other things, yes,” he brushes your hair out of your face, his palm settling to cup your cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.” 

“I am not blushing!” You hide your face in your hands. “Maybe I am, but how can I not when you talk to me like that,” you muffle into your palms. 

“I’ll talk to you any way you want if it means you’ll react like this,” he teases, gently pulling your hands from your face to hold them in his. “Your hands are freezing, sweetheart,” he brings your hands to his mouth, holding them between his and blowing his hot breath onto them to warm them up.

”Well we have been out here a while,” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin. 

“Am I still allowed to take you home tonight, or would that complicate things?” He’s either nervous, or hesitant. Either would make sense, you just got dumped and 24 hours later you’re confessing your feelings for your best friend (and kissing him). Anyone with a brain might wonder if you’re rushing, or worse, rebounding. Once you get out of this cold, you can talk things through. 

“Yes, please, let’s go.” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before pulling him in the direction of his place.

“You got it, baby.” He slings an arm over your shoulder, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your heart flutters as you walk toward his apartment. 

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As soon as you walk through Yunho’s front door, he breezes past you to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite rosé while you kick off your boots. As you shed your jacket, he sets two full glasses on his simple wooden coffee table, heading back to his kitchen to grab a bag of chips and some chocolates. He returns with his hands full, confusion lacing his features when he finds you standing in the middle of his living room stifling a laugh. 

“Is something funny?” He chuckles at your reddening cheeks as you let out a giggle. 

“When did you get so nervous to have me in your apartment?” Part of you feels bad for teasing, but he looks so cute when he’s flustered, you can’t help it. “I’ve never seen you move so fast to get me a glass of wine.” 

“Well, when you decide to tell me you want me in the middle of the street, that tends to change things, baby,” he grins at you, clocking you for the second time now having a physical reaction to his newest pet name for you. You thought sweetheart sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth, but baby is a whole new level of intoxicating.

”You said it first, but I guess that does change things, huh, baby?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Do I make you nervous, Jeong Yunho?” 

“You make me a lot of things, sweetheart, but nervous isn’t one of them.” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the gesture making your head spin. After setting your snacks down on the coffee table, he finally takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He plops down on his couch, patting the empty cushion next to him. “Come sit with me,” the deep, inviting tone of his voice has you moving to him immediately. Grabbing your wine, you sit next to him, folding one leg up onto the couch to turn to face him. He copies your position, his knee resting just an inch from yours. 

“What do I make you feel, then?” You swirl your wine in your glass as your gaze flicks over his handsome features. Landing on his eyes, your heart jumps at the way they shine for you. 

“Fulfilled,” he starts, scooting closer to you so your knees are just barely touching. “Cared for, understood,” the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, “and loved.” 

A bloom of warmth floods your chest at the word. This is what you’ve been missing the last few years. You thought your ex would give you this sense of gratification if you gave him more time, but what you were searching for was in your best friend. You always knew in the back of your mind that it was him. The one who held you when you cried, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who would drop everything to be there when you needed him. You take a big sip of your wine. 

“I was settling,” the words fall off your lips before you can stop them, the alcohol warming your cheeks right away. “I thought that if I kept giving him everything he would eventually give me half of what I was craving, but in the back of my mind I think I knew he’d never be what I really needed… I settled for him.” 

Yunho offers a soft nod, zero judgment, only understanding. “And what is it you were craving?” He moves even closer to you, your shins now pressed together. 

“You,” you sigh, his deep eyes boring into yours, waiting for more. You tap your fingers on your wine glass, contemplating your next words. “The connection, the comfort, the joy, the love that you gave me,” your throat tightens thinking about the nights you spent longing for your best friend. “I wanted you, how you made me feel…but I settled for him.” 

“Right person, wrong time,” Yunho scoffs, a gentle shake of his head, “kind of applies to us, right? We’ve wanted each other for years now, but we just never had the chance.”

“I should’ve told you sooner, Yun,” your hand rests on his, his fingers immediately lacing between yours. “We’ve wasted so much time,” hot tears blur your vision, but you blink them away before they fall.

“Hey, we have all the time in the world, baby,” he brings your hand to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “All the time in the world,” he muffles against your skin. You turn your palm to hold his cheek, and you notice his eyes roll back before they flutter closed.

“All the time in the world,” you repeat, threading your fingers into his hair. A future with Yunho flashes through your mind. Lazy Sunday mornings, celebrating milestones and holidays together, late nights tangled in the sheets, his body taking over yours — 

“Y/n…” His deep, smooth voice brings you back to the moment, the sound of your name on his lips heating your cheeks. 

“Hm?” 

He gently takes your wine glass from your hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his untouched one. When his eyes find yours again, warmth pools in your belly at the darkness that’s taken over his features. “I really want to kiss you again, but I feel like we should talk first,” he takes both your hands in his, and your heart pounds a beat faster in your chest. “If you spend the night tonight, there’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I can let you go.” 

“I don’t want you to let me go, Yun,” you squeeze his hands in yours. “I’ve waited too long to get here, I don’t wanna go back… You already have me, don’t let me go.” The thudding in your rib cage intensifies with every second of heated silence.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he finally says, pulling you in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, resting your knees on either side of his hips, deepening the kiss as his hands wander to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. You roll your hips against him, his grip tightening on you as he drags your body over him. A groan rumbles in his chest and you feel his cock stiffening beneath you, grinding on him slower and harder. 

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” Yuhho’s hand snakes up your back and into your hair, gently removing your clip and tossing it to the floor before gripping your locks and tilting your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your neck to his mouth. He nips at your skin, licking the spot with his tongue, moving up to the tender spot under your ear. “My beautiful girl,” his hot breath in your ear has your entire body blooming with goosebumps.

”Yunho,” you roll your hips over him again as his lips travel down your neck to your collarbone, a whimper crawling up your throat at your rough jeans catching on your swelling clit. He feels harder and harder underneath you with each rock against him, and you’re cursing yourself for wearing such thick pants. You just want to feel him. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He tightens his grip on your hair, kissing back up your neck until his lips connect with yours again. You moan into his mouth as his other hand guides your hips back and forth, shamelessly grinding your bodies against each other like horny teenagers. 

“Touch me please,” you beg, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently. 

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teases. He snakes an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls you onto your back, laying you down in the soft cushions. He kneels, settling between your legs, spreading them wide to roll his hips into your needy clothed core. His mouth finds yours again, tangling his tongue with yours.

The hand in your hair loosens, trailing down your body, ghosting over your breasts, down your belly, and lifting your sweater slightly to get to your jeans. He makes light work of the button and zipper, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings with ease, all while keeping his mouth on yours. You feel him tapping on your ass, signaling you to lift your hips. When you do, he shimmies your jeans down your legs agonizingly slowly, breaking the kiss to admire the bits of your skin he’s dreamt about for years. 

He tosses your jeans on his living room floor, and a timidity slithers up at the realization that you’re in your underwear on your best friend’s couch.  His broad hands rest on your thighs, letting you close them slightly, your shared shuddering breaths the only sound in his quiet apartment. 

“Getting shy on me, sweetheart?” He teases you, reading your mind. He knows you so well. You giggle as he slides his hands to your sweater, dragging it up your body, exposing your panties, shifting it higher and higher until the bottom hem of your bra is barely showing. He slides his hands under your top, expertly cradling your bra-clad breasts in his hands, letting out a restrained groan. The energy shifts and you whimper, watching his eyes locked on the way his fingers swim beneath the fabric of your sweater. You let your legs fall open slightly as Yunho slots himself between them, peppering your belly with gentle kisses and thumbing one of your pebbling nipples through the thin material of your bra. 

“Yun…” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you lower and lower, “please,” 

“Mhm,” he nods against your soft skin, shifting down to lay on his belly between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. You feel his searing breath over your pussy, cooling the growing wet patch in your panties, making you clench around nothing. He picks up on your reaction, gripping your hips before blowing a steady stream of air over your sensitive heat. 

“Oh,” you breathe, wriggling under his strong grasp, spreading your legs wider for him. 

“You’re so reactive,” he murmurs, biting down on your inner thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. You yelp at the sensation, covering your mouth in shock of the sound that just came out of you. Yunho chuckles darkly, “don’t hold back, baby, I wanna hear all the noises you make.” 

He hooks an arm over your hip so his hand rests on your mound. He grips your panties in his fist, pulling them up until the fabric slips between your wet folds, gliding firmly over your clit. You stifle a sob as he tugs them harder, biting you once more. 

“I thought I told you not to hold back, sweetheart,” he licks your skin again, soothing the angry bite mark that will surely be bruised by morning. Another tug of your panties has you mewling, one hand gripping his hair for dear life, the other blindly searching for anything to ground you. 

“Yunnie, please, stop teasing me,” you never thought your sweet and wholesome best friend could have you whimpering and begging beneath him, hardly having touched you. He has such a dark, dominating presence about him in this moment, and it’s making your head fuzzy. 

He lets go of your panties, swiftly pulling them to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool air. You suck in a sharp inhale, finally bare to him.

“Fuck,” he moans, “look at you, baby,” he runs two fingers through your heat, the sudden contact making you cry out. He spreads you wide to see every inch of you, taking his time. “So pretty,” he breathes. 

“I need you, please,” you whine, “are you gonna make me keep begging?” 

“Baby, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” he drawls, “let me savor it a little.” Before you can protest, he teases your entrance with two fingers, slowly thrusting them deeper and deeper inside you, little by little, until his palm is flush with your cunt. Your head falls back into the cushions, your chest heaving. You had daydreamed about how his fingers would feel inside of you, but nothing compares to the real thing. He pumps in and out a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your back arch. You grip his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but you can’t help it. You miss the way his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open at the pain. 

Yunho lets you guide his mouth to your core, his fingers keeping a steady pace as he uses his free hand to spread you open, swirling his tongue around your clit. 

“Yunnie…” you whimper, grinding your hips on his mouth. He nods against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud over and over in time with his fingers moving in and out of you. Pleasure blooms in your belly as he works you, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Feeling good, sweetheart?” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, circling your clit softly to ease you into the sensation. You push yourself down into his hand, needing more. He chuckles, applying more pressure until he feels you melting under him.

“Yes, so good Yun, fuck,” the pressure low in your belly builds rapidly, and you know if he keeps going at this pace, you’ll fall apart in no time. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and once your eyes lock with his you know you’re a goner. 

His hair is mussed from your tugging on it, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. He smirks at you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders so he can kneel between them again, sitting back to get a good look at you, never slowing his ministrations. You make the mistake of glancing down, your mouth drying at the sight of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. He hits that spot deep inside you again, and you fall back into the cushions, breathy curses falling from your mouth over and over. 

“You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell,” he drops his free hand next to your head, caging you in beneath him, watching his fingers pistoning in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace. “Mine, mine, mine,” he repeats over and over, like he can’t believe this is finally happening. He brings his lips to yours, mumbling the words against your mouth as you nod wordlessly in agreement, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you dizzy. He kisses you down to your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, praise after praise whispered into your ear. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and you cry out at the sensation. 

“I’m yours, I’m yours— fuck!” You feel the cord in your belly tightening and tightening. 

“Good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “come around my fingers, baby,” 

“Oh, oh,” you shudder underneath him, his words pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure burning from the inside out. He kisses you hard, slowing his pace bit by bit to ease you through your climax, your body trembling in his hold. “Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth, “I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You sure are,” he peppers your cheeks with soft, tender kisses, your brain slowly coming back online as he slows his fingers, coming to a stop. “And I’m yours,” he kisses you gently, easing his fingers out of you, slipping your panties back into place. He lays down on the couch next to you, pulling your favorite throw blanket over your exposed bottom half, tracing hearts and stars on your skin while your breathing steadies, running his fingers through your hair as you let your eyes flutter closed. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body keeping the flame in your core burning. 

“You are incredible, Jeong Yunho,” you giggle as he kisses every inch of your face, his soft lips mapping the details of your skin. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“Why, because I made you come in 5 minutes flat?” His low drawl has desire coursing through your veins, part of you feeling embarrassed he can turn you on so easily with just his words. 

Your breath hitches as you nod, trying to keep your cool, but he knows you better than that by now. “You really like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, baby?” 

“Apparently I do,” you turn to look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly. “I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” you tease. 

“Well for starters, I want to take you to bed” His mouth hovers over the shell of your ear, the combination of his hot breath fanning over your skin and the vibrations of his deep voice have lust taking over your thoughts once again. “I want to fuck you properly, and we just don’t exactly have the space for that here,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh,” you giggle, his straightforwardness taking you by surprise. Just like that you’re throbbing for him again, your mind racing thinking about where your night with him is going to go. “I’d like that.”

Before he can catch you, you jump up from the couch, leaving your throw blanket behind, beelining for the hallway toward Yunho’s bedroom, giggling the whole way.

“Hey!” He laughs, clamoring up to chase after you. A few long strides and he’s caught up to you, right in the doorway of his bedroom. He hooks an arm around your waist and you yelp as he spins you around to face him, the momentum of both your running carrying you to the foot of his bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, but he holds you upright, pressing your body against his. Your eyes lock, both of you breathing heavily.

“Someone’s excited,” Yunho chuckles, giving you a firm kiss before pushing you back onto his bed. You let out a breathless laugh as you plop down on the mattress, pushing yourself to sit upright.  

“A little,” your hands find his torso, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He smirks down at you as you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach to chest. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him, and pulls his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor. You’d seen him without a shirt a handful of times, but this close he looks ethereal. Your fingers dance across his bare skin, reveling in the feeling of being able to touch him like this. You want to see more of him, touch more of him, taste more of him. 

“Yun,” you start, hesitant to take the lead. You slide your hands down his body until your fingers feel the smooth leather of his belt. Your eyes meet his, not breaking contact while you smoothly undo his belt buckle. “Can I?” You whisper. 

“You can do whatever you want to me, y/n,” he breathes, looking down to where your fingers are undoing the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. You pull his jeans down, and he kicks them to the side, standing before you in only his boxers, his hard length pressing against the confines of the fabric.

His fingers lace through your hair, gripping it gently to tip your head back. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, letting him let go of your hair to take it from your hands and toss it to the floor. You reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra, slowly sliding it from your body and dropping it next to your discarded sweater. Yunho’s chest heaves as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, drinking this image of you in, dragging his gaze across your exposed chest.

“So beautiful,” his voice has dropped even lower, a tone you’ve never heard from him, the deep timbre stoking the fire deep inside you. “You are so beautiful,” he cups your face in his hands, bending over to kiss you softly. He parts your lips with his tongue as you rest your hands on his abdomen, sliding one down to palm his cock over his boxers. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, your fingers wrapping around him as much as you can through the fabric, stroking his impressive length as he licks deeper into your mouth. You pump him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, drawing another guttural moan from his lips. Your mouth is watering at the feeling of him, but it’s not enough. 

You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Yunho breaks the kiss to watch you pull them slowly down, down, down, until his cock springs free, hanging heavy in front of you. You absentmindedly lick your lips at the sight of him, feeling the wetness in your panties growing. Lust prickles across your skin thinking about feeling him inside of you. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, wrapping your fingers around him, pumping him slowly as he stands up straight, tugging your hair in his fist to tip your head back again. “I want you to fuck my throat,” you whine, “please,” 

“Oh, baby,” he grips your hair tighter at your words while you stroke him, the sting making your cheeks warm, “you want me to stuff your pretty little mouth? Wanna wrap those beautiful lips around me?” Towering over you like this, you start to realize just how much he could overpower you, and the thought spreads heat through your abdomen. 

“Please,” you nod, “I wanna taste you,” you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. You pump his length twice more as you guide his hips toward your mouth, dropping your hands into your lap as his tip rests on your tongue. 

“Mmh, so pretty,” he whispers, wrapping his fist around his cock, tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding past your lips. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay sweetheart?” 

You nod, wrapping your lips around him, sliding your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. His head falls back, a beautiful moan falling from his lips as you slowly start to bob your head. You take more of him, inch by inch until his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he absentmindedly thrusts deeper, chasing the sensation. 

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening again as he holds you there. “I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” He brings his free hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as you nod in confirmation. As soon as you give him the signal, he pulls back slightly, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him and your tongue gliding over him. “So beautiful with your mouth stuffed so  full,” he praises you, thrusting deeper into your mouth, down your throat, testing the limits of what you can take. He finds a steady rhythm, and you match his pace, bobbing your head and licking over every inch of him as he pumps in and out of your mouth, the stretch burning your throat deliciously.

You can’t take your eyes off of him, tears blurring your vision as you admire his lustful features. His furrowed brow, his blown pupils, his flushed cheeks. The bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, the tensing muscles in his stomach as he pumps into your mouth… he looks so beautiful. You find yourself rocking your hips, grinding into the mattress, looking for any friction you can get.

He thrusts deep into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat again, and he holds you down on him, your nose brushing over his abdomen. The lack of air makes your head spin, and you want him even deeper. You reach up to grab his hips, but your hand bumps his thigh on the way up, which he takes as your signal that it’s too much. 

“Shit,” he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, was that too rough?” His eyes are full of panic and he brushes your hair out of your face, wiping the saliva that had bubbled up at the corners of your mouth. It all happens so fast, it takes you a moment to process the man waiting in front of you, waiting for a response. Before you can stop yourself, a smile breaks across your face and a giggle rises up your throat. 

“Yunnie,” you laugh, cradling his concerned face in your hands, “I’m fine, more than fine,” you try to catch your breath. “I was trying to…grab your hips to pull you closer, but I … bumped your leg by mistake,” his panicked face relaxes, a beautiful smile taking its place, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I do appreciate how quickly you stopped though,” you tease him, your breathing finally steady, “it’s nice to know my boundaries will be taken very seriously.” 

“You scared me!” He laughs, dropping his head in your lap. 

“It was an accident!” You laugh with him, brushing through his hair with your fingers. “I actually wanted you to be more rough with me,” 

He straightens up. “Is that so?” He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, the darkness returning to his gaze as he stands again, leaning over you. You lean back onto your elbows as he towers over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body. 

“It is,” you whisper, suddenly feeling so small beneath him, all lightheartedness suddenly sucked out of the room. “I would enjoy that very much,” 

“Mmh,” he hooks an arm under your waist, lifting you easily and moving your body further up the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he drops you, heart warming as he reaches above you to grab a pillow to prop under your head. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he hooks his fingers on your panties, and you lift your hips for him to peel them off of you. He tosses them to the floor, turning his attention back to you, spreading your legs wide open, kneeling between them.

“I would enjoy that too, however,” he runs his hands up your calves, your thighs, until he reaches your center, using both hands to spread you wide open. You watch in awe as he runs two fingers through your arousal, teasingly dipping them inside of you. “I want to savor every moment of this,” he dips down to kiss you softly as he drives his fingers even deeper, prodding that tender spot inside of you, drawing a whine from your lips. “Let me be gentle this time, let me show you how much I–” he pauses, something indiscernible flashing through his eyes. “Let me show you how much I’ve been wanting you,” he recovers. “Then next time,” his thumb flicks over your clit, “I will do whatever you want me to do to you,” he circles the sensitive bud, your mind reeling. “Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, “so good,” you whimper as he scissors his fingers inside of you, surely trying to stretch you open for what’s to come. 

He reaches for the drawer in his nightstand with his free hand, but you stop him. “You don’t have to wear one,” you interrupt.

“Are you sure?” His fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you wider with each thrust, but still giving your conversation his attention.

“I’m on the pill and was tested recently, so yes, please Yunnie, I want to feel you,” you mewl, “please let me feel you,”  

“So good for me,” he praises you over and over, “are you ready?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, desperate for him. He lifts your hips, pulling you closer to him, nestling himself between your legs, being sure to adjust your pillow once more. He spreads you open with one hand, tapping the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You both freeze at the same time as the reality of what’s about to happen finally hits you.

The feeling of this moment is nothing you’ve experienced before. For years, you’ve longed for Yunho, wanting the intimacy of your friendship to go beyond just emotional intimacy. You’ve yearned for him as long as you’ve known him. You wanted him– all of him. Finally, the universe decided it’s time for you two to experience that. 

You realize he’s feeling it too, his hand finding your cheek in the silence, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen down your cheek. “I know, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need to hear. 

He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushes inside, easing you into the sensation, gently stretching you out on his cock. You feel grateful that he prepped you with his fingers, the sting you feel only lasting a few brief moments before he’s smoothly gliding into you. He pushes in deeper and deeper, until you’re filled to the brim. He drops his hands to the mattress on either side of your head as he bottoms out. Almost in unison, you both let out a shuddering exhale. 

“You feel incredible, fuck” he breathes against your forehead, finally pulling back to look into your eyes, your bodies finally connected physically in the way they’ve felt connected spiritually all these years. “And you look so pretty, my angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining. 

“I don’t know how you can still manage to make me blush when you’re literally inside of me,” you pant, shyly giggling as your cheeks warm under his loving gaze. He hisses at the way you squeeze around him when you laugh. “Sorry,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles. 

“I’m learning so much about you today,” he pulls hips back slightly before burying himself inside you again, all teasing coming to an instant halt as the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot. 

“Oh my–” your back arches at the feeling, “God Yunnie, I feel so f-full.” 

“You’re doing so well baby,” he praises you again, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock.” 

“I need you to fuck me,” you scramble to grip his forearms, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “Please,” you wriggle your hips beneath him, “move,” 

“Mm,” he pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock resting inside of you, “say it again, sweetheart,” 

“Fuck me Yunnie, please,” you beg, trying to push your hips down on his cock. 

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, I’ll never get tired of it” he slams into you, and you cry out as he bottoms out inside of you again. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you more delicious than you could’ve ever imagined. He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth, swallowing all of your pretty little moans. 

He cups one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple, stoking the fire in the pit of your belly. He straightens, admiring how beautiful you look while you take him. Your lips red and puffy, your eyes half lidded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

“So pretty, taking me so well,” he praises you as his hand coasts up your chest, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. He holds his hand there for a moment, making a mental note of the way your eyes light up when he briefly squeezes the column of your throat. 

“F-feels so g-good,” you choke out between thrusts. His thumb slides along your jaw toward your chin, prodding at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it briefly before he pops it out of your mouth, trailing it down your body until he reaches your clit. The contact has your head spinning, the cord in your center tightening and tightening as he flicks your sensitive bud. 

“Baby, look,” his voice cuts through the foggy lust in your head, grabbing your attention. He nods down to where your bodies are connected, gesturing for you to take a glance. 

One look at him splitting you open has your climax threatening to wash over you, warmth running up and down your spine at the sight of your arousal shining on his cock as he pistons in and out of your heat relentlessly. He swirls his thumb around your clit faster at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

“You close, sweetheart?” He’s breathless as he fucks you, hitting so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach. 

“Mhm, fuck, yes,” you cry out, scrambling for his free hand, lacing your fingers between his. 

“Come on, I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.” He’s fucking you impossibly hard, each thrust hitting just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Let me feel you, love,” 

“Oh my god,” you stammer out a string of curses as your second orgasm washes over you, your heart thudding in your ears as your body tenses underneath him. He barely slows his pace, keeping his thumb resting on your clit, fucking you through your high. 

“There she is,” he coos, slowing little by little until your body starts to relax. He thrusts all the way inside, bottoming out, collapsing over you. 

“Wow,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to cradle his flushed face. “That was,” 

“Incredible?” He finishes your sentence, kissing your sweaty forehead over and over. You let out a soft moan in agreement, and his cock jumps inside of you at the sound. 

“Mmh,” you whimper, the warmth creeping back into your belly, and you squeeze around Yunho’s cock. 

“Wanting more already?” He teases, pushing his hips against you, thrusting himself in even deeper. 

“Absolutely,” you squeeze around him again, craning your neck up to capture his lips with yours. “Fuck me however you want, baby,” you whisper against his mouth. His cock twitches inside you again and you giggle, waiting for his next move. 

“Flip over,” he pants, “I wanna fuck you like this,” he slips out of you and you whine, feeling empty. He helps you roll onto your belly, kneeling behind you as he pulls your ass in the air and plants a hand in the middle of your back, guiding you to arch for him. You squish your cheek into the mattress, trying to look back at him. “Fucking hell,” he palms your ass with both hands, admiring your delectable form, “you are unreal.” 

“Yun, please, I need you,” you whine as he bends over your body, planting hot, wet kisses up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck, bringing his lips to your ear. You feel his cock bump against your backside, his body flush against yours.

“You are insatiable, my love,” your heart flutters at the word, but your lust pushes any overanalyzing to the back of your mind in favor of how desperate you are for him. 

You push back into him, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your heat. He straightens at the feeling, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs as he watches you move. You roll your hips, catching the tip of his cock between your folds, wiggling and rocking to find the right angle before it finally slips inside. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as you push back, taking him deeper and deeper until your ass is flush against him. You start bouncing your hips, taking him in and out, slowly at first, the sounds of his moans filling your ears and soaking your center. 

“Feel good, baby?” You muffle from beneath him, moving your hips quicker with each bounce on his cock. You open your legs a little wider, the new angle rocking his cock against your g-spot. 

“The best thing I’ve ever felt,” he rolls his hips to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the air of his bedroom. “I can’t believe how long we’ve waited for this,” he grips your hips, meeting your thrusts in earnest, fucking into you impossibly deep. You match each other’s pace immediately, moans and whines filling the air. 

He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you upwards until your body is flush against his, your sweat-slicked bodies rocking together. His hand drops from your hair to wrap around your neck, holding you firmly in place as he threads his other hand between your legs, his middle and ring finger easily finding your swollen clit. 

“I want you like this forever,” he whispers in your ear as he drives into you, your motivation to bounce on him melting into the mattress beneath you. You want him to take you however he wants you, your body molding into his grip. 

“Forever,” you nod as he kisses your neck, “you have me forever Yunnie,” 

“Again,” he groans as you tighten around him, his fingers swirling around your clit, your third orgasm of the night building rapidly low in your belly. “Say it again,” 

“Forever,” you repeat, “I’m yours forever,” 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close,” he growls into your ear, “you take me so well, like you were made for me,” 

“I was, Yun,” you assure him, “I was made for you,” he rubs your clit faster, “and you were made for me,” 

“God, yes,” he kisses your shoulder, his pace faltering as he gets closer to the edge, “I love you, y/n, fuck.” His fingers swirl around your clit as his hips stutter, spilling hot and fast inside of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over as he ruts into you. 

“I love you, Yunho,” you cry out, your heart exploding as your orgasm follows, your body shuddering against him as you come together, your words and his swirling around you in the afterglow. 

He holds you tight against him, guiding your spent form back down to the mattress, kissing every inch of your skin as you both come down from your highs. He slips out of you, lowering your hips, massaging your sore muscles before rolling onto his back next to you. You mimic his position, flipping over so you’re both staring at the ceiling, processing the words you both just confessed. You lay together in silence, the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. You let your eyes close, processing the moment.

“Jeong Yunho,” your voice is hoarse once you speak. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes flutter open, turning your head to see him already beaming at you. He rolls onto his side, bringing himself nose to nose with you. 

“I love you.” He declares, clear and confident, your heart swelling in your chest. His lips brush over yours, both of you smiling as he kisses you softly. “Your turn,” he whispers. You copy him, rolling onto your side, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his forehead as he throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you,” you giggle, kissing him again. 

“One more time?” 

“I, love, you,” you emphasize each word with a gentle kiss on his lips, 

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” 

You whine in protest, but Yunho eventually gets you into the bathroom, running a hot shower for the both of you. You wash up together, hardly able to keep your hands off of each other. Once you’ve fallen apart in his hands twice more and the water’s run cold, he helps you into a pair of his boxers and his biggest, softest sweatshirt. 

“This feels like a dream,” you think out loud once you’re snuggled up in Yunho’s bed together. “Is this a dream?” 

“If it is, I never want to wake up,” he smiles at you under the dim street lights flooding through his windows. “This is all I need, forever.” 

You kiss him at that, soft and tender, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you close. You fall asleep shortly after, nose to nose, hearts full. 

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You wake to the morning sun shining through Yunho’s bedroom windows, the sweet smell of vanilla flooding your nose. Stretching your tired limbs, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. Panic floods your mind at the sight, your past making you assume the worst. Is he sleeping on the couch? You wonder. Does he regret what he said and now he’s avoiding me? Before you can reason with yourself, you jump out of bed and speed walk down the hallway, stopping dead in your tracks when you reach the kitchen. 

“You’re not freaking out, are you y/n?” Yunho drawls, his voice still laced with sleep, low and raspy. He hasn’t even looked at you yet, his focus being on the plate on the counter in front of him, but he already knows where your mind is at just by the sound of your footsteps coming down the hallway. Of course he does. His bare, wide shoulders shake as he laughs to himself. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the muscles in his back moving beneath his skin as he throws the final touches on what’s in front of him. He spins around to face you holding a plate of pancakes, littered with strawberries cut into hearts. Your heart flutters at the scene in front of you. “You think I’m gonna make love to you, tell you that I love you, and not make you breakfast in the morning?” 

Suddenly feeling self conscious over your immediate assumption that he regretted your night together, you cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “I got scared,” you whisper. 

“That I left you in my apartment all alone? Baby,” he puts the plate down, “I would never, especially after last night,” he crosses the kitchen to reach you, pulling you into his warm embrace, his hot skin beneath you melting away the coldness you felt from waking up alone. “I’m not like…him,” he reminds you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are safe with me. Safe, loved, protected, respected, I could go on and on. Do you understand me?” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

You nod against his chest. “I do,” you feel a tear slide down your cheek, spreading from your skin, onto his. He squeezes you in a tight hug. 

“Come on, let’s get some food in your system. You haven’t eaten since our pastries at Blossom last night,” he releases you to grab your plate, as well as a second he made for himself, and drops another quick kiss to your forehead before carrying them to the coffee table in his living room. 

“Come sit,” he beckons you, and you follow automatically, plopping on the couch. He grabs your favorite throw blanket before sitting down next to you, draping it over both of your laps. No matter how hard you try to ignore them, negative thoughts are still plaguing your mind. You both pick up your plates, eating in silence for a few moments before Yunho speaks up again. 

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” His tone is so sincere, you immediately feel guilty for making him worry. 

“I’m just–” you hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared it’s too good to be true.” 

“What is? Us?” Worry flickers across his features, his heart aching seeing you so distraught. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, poking at one of your pancakes with your fork. You know you’re being unreasonable, and that Yunho has shown you nothing but love and commitment as long as you’ve known him. But your self doubt and your history of awful relationships is screaming at you that you don’t deserve him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re crying. 

Yunho gently takes your plate from your hands, putting both his and yours back on the coffee table. He shifts his body slowly until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your blanket-covered thighs.

“Y/n, look at me,” he pleads. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, patting the dampness into the blanket in your lap. You rest your hands on top of his, tracing the lines of his veins for a moment before dragging your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes are glazed over with tears of his own. 

“Yunnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I–”

“Listen to me,” he interrupts. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The most precious thing in this world to me. Each moment that I spend with you fills me with a joy that I never experienced until I met you.” He turns his hands over to cradle yours as his tears finally fall down his cheeks. “I love you. And I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving that to you. And proving to you that you deserve the love that I give you.” 

You stifle a sob at his words, trying to take all of it in as the beautiful truth. You know he means it, he’s always meant every word he’s ever said to you, and you know you need to silence your anxieties in favor of what you know to be true. 

“It’s gonna take time,” you whisper. “It’ll take time for me to believe that I deserve what you give me,” you wipe your own tears, then his, both of you laughing breathlessly at your own emotions. “But I will get there,” you continue, “I just need you to be patient with me.” 

“Of course. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you what you deserve, sweetheart. That’s a promise.” 

“I love you.” You cradle his head in your hands, memorizing every inch of his face, savoring the first day of the rest of your lives.

“I love you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go finish our breakfast in bed.” 

“Okay,” you giggle watching Yunho jump up to grab both your plates, giddily walking toward his bedroom with a wide smile on his face. 

“You coming?” He glances over his shoulder at you, his ears blushing bright red as he waits for you. 

You nod, hopping up to follow after him, to your new forever.