#one time my roommate was like ''you don't Have to use headphones you can play music aloud too'' and i'm like ok

[uriwonu]

pretty, pity, pity (jww)

He loudly clears his throat. “So… you’re like a camgirl?”

You wince. “I prefer streamer with benefits, but yeah.”

the one where reader is a camgirl and asks her roommate to fuck her on stream.

౨ৎ roommate!wonwoo x cam girl! mc ౨ৎ w.c: 4.9k ౨ৎ genre: pwp. minors do not interact. ౨ৎ warnings: explicit content🔞, wonwoo's a little too good at playing pretend, also he's a little mean in this (during sex), sex on livestream, use of sir (like three times), mingyu is reader's friend, uhh i think that's it? please tell me if there's anything i missed im not good at this. ౨ৎ date posted: june 07, 2025 ౨ৎ notes: title from the song novacane by frank ocean! this is also my first fic on tumblr so please be nice to me i will cry okay. i haven't written fic in ages 😭 please come to my blog and hang out i want to make friends !! masterlist | inbox

“Hey, Wonwoo-yah,” you softly call, knuckles taping gently against his half-open door.

Wonwoo looks up from his desk, pausing his game and slipping his headphones down to hang around his neck. His brows lift in that quiet way he always greets you — surprised but gentle, like he’s glad you’re there. The light from the hallway outlines your silhouette, casting a soft glow behind you.

You step in slowly, hands twisted nervously in the sleeves of your oversized sweater. It's one of his, though you’ll never admit that out loud. Your fingers fidget in the fabric as you search for the right words.

Wonwoo tilts his head, “What’s up?” he asks gently prodding you to speak whatever is making you nervous.

You open your mouth, close it again, then finally manage, “I… have kind of a weird favor to ask.” You finally admit as you plop yourself down on his bed, grabbing one of his pillows to wrap your arms around it, a makeshift shield.

He leans back in his chair. “Yes.”

You blink, face contorting in astonishment. “You don’t even know what it is.”

He smiles, soft and sincere. “Doesn’t matter. I’d do anything for you.”

That makes your stomach flip, and you have to look away for a second. “That’s… really sweet. But you might want to hear it first. I need you to…” You suck in a breath and rush it all out: “Pretend to be my boyfriend.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Sorry?” he says, blinking like he didn’t hear you right.

You force yourself to slow down, squeezing his pillow for comfort — and not that you'd ever admit it, take a massive whiff of his cologne, something that always seems to calm you. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Wonwoo stares for a second, face blank in that quietly-processing-everything way of his. You can tell he’s trying to decide whether this is a prank, a cry for help, or some unspoken code he’s supposed to understand.

You let out a frustrated sigh and flop down on his bed, clutching his pillow tighter. “Okay. Context. Remember how I told you the pay from the studio isn’t amazing? Like, I love it, but it’s not really paying all my bills?”

Wonwoo nods, clearly still confused.

“Well, the pay is actually, really bad, like I don't make enough to cover my portion of the rent—”

Wonwoo cuts you off, “If you need me to pay more I can, it's really no problem, I just got a huge bonus for the—”

“No!” This time you interrupt, “I've got it covered, that's the point. I was complaining to a friend, and well she told me about this website…” Your words trail off giving Wonwoo a look like he's meant to use that big brain of his and fill in the blanks.

“You have a sugar daddy?” He guesses. God, for someone so smart he is also completely clueless.

“I'm a sex worker.” You admit, staring at him, waiting for his reaction.

There’s a very long silence. You wait for the judgment. The discomfort. Anything.

Wonwoo looks like he's trying to remember how to breathe,

“Uhm,” His voice is startlingly high when he speaks, in a way you've never heard, he clears his throat, “So someone you uhm…” you can see the tips of his ears going red, “had business with is being a creep so you need me to scare them off.”

You can't help the burst of laughter that bubbles out—Wonwoo? Intimidate anyone?

“No, no.” You shake you head, laughter still on your lips, “Look, I, I don't fuck any one. I'm a streamer, people pay to watch me, fuck myself, that is.”

You can feel the heat flushing to your face but at least Wonwoo isn't in better shape, the red has creeped its ways from the tips of his ears down his neck and touches his cheeks.

He loudly clears his throat. “So… you’re like a camgirl?”

You wince. “I prefer streamer with benefits, but yeah.”

“And… the fake boyfriend?”

You sigh, “I like started this false narrative around this boyfriend I had, so people wouldn't get too lost in the fantasy, because my friend shared all types of horror stories about doing this. And I guess I kind of just get myself off and tell them stories about this imaginary boyfriend I don't have and well on my last stream for reaching a fuckton of subscribers I said I'd do a request to the highest donation and well… they want my nonexistent boyfriend to fuck me. And I just, I can't ask anyone else because I can't even imagine how they would take it, like can you imagine if I asked Jihoon? That would be so embarassing. God, or Mingyu? He'd say yes but I don't think he's capable of having sex without catching feeli—

“I’ll do it.”

You slow down from your spiral, startled. “Really?”

Wonwoo nods, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Of course.”

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A few days later, you're at the kitchen table, half-draped over it in shame, while Mingyu sits across from you absolutely losing his mind.

“You—” he chokes out between wheezes, “you asked Wonwoo to fuck you. On camera. In front of an audience. I—god, I’m gonna pass out. This is the greatest day of my life.”

You groan into your arms. “Stop saying it like that.”

“Like what? Like the truth? Like the guy you’ve been crushing on since forever is going to dick you down live in front of thousands of horny strangers?”

“It’s not like that—”

“It is exactly like that,” he howls. “You asked your crush to clap you like a goddamn cymbal monkey for money. What is this, fanfiction?”

You glare at him, snatching the spoon from your tea and brandishing it like a knife. “I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I will FaceTime Yuna right now and tell her exactly why you broke up with her.”

Mingyu pales instantly, hands in the air. “Okay. Truce. Fuck, Noona. Harsh.”

You slump back into your seat, pressing your fingers to your temples. “This sucks.”

“Correction,” he says smugly, “this is your origin story. You’ve been in love with him since he "fixed" your wifi, and now you're gonna get railed on stream by him. It's the slowest burn friends-to-lovers-to-livestream-fuck arc I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s not romantic,” you mutter, glaring into your cup like it might drown you.

“Really?” Mingyu raises a brow. “So you’re telling me you're going to let the guy you’ve been mentally undressing since 2022 fill you up on camera, and then what — fist bump and call it a night?”

You don’t answer.

He grins. “That’s what I thought.”

“…Shut the fuck up, Mingyu.”

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Friday.

Wonwoo walks into your room just as you're adjusting the camera angle and checking the lighting. He's wearing a simple black shirt, chain at his neck, hair slightly mussed like he just rolled out of bed looking unfairly perfect.

You swallow.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies, then nods toward the bed. “You ready?”

Your heart is pounding. “Only if you are.”

He steps closer, eyes flicking over your outfit—an oversized sweater, one of his, and shorts so short you can barely see them—his Adam’s apple bobs slightly as he swallows.

“You look nice,” he says.

You force a laugh. “Thanks. You do too.”

That gets a real smile out of him, and your stomach flips.

You go live, and watch as the first messages roll in.

Your usuals, the ones who know you don't like to go right into.

You let yourself forget that Wonwoo's there as you fall into another version of yourself—slipping into the role like a second skin. Your eyes flicker across the screen reading the message until you find one worth responding to

tigersgaze: god i needed this, work deadlines are killing me. hope your week was better than mine.

“Aww, I'm sorry, tiger. I hope stream will help you relax.” You say leaning back, with the practiced ease of someone who's been doing this for ages.

angelface666: is this finally the stream where we meet the elusive boyfriend? mommyplease: show us your perfect tits please mommy? cumslut44: i like your sweater baby singledad95: please show me your cunt, i miss it so bad.

“Hmm, my boyfriend is here. Maybe if you're good I'll let you meet him.” There's an unspoken request in your words, and the viewers seem to get it clearly. The donations start flowing in.

You spentd a few more quiet moments just talking with your viewers, letting more people come in.

You glance to your left. He’s just out of frame, waiting. Calm. Cool. You reach out and tug him into view.

You know exactly the vision he looks on screen—his hair falls in his face, just brushing against the frames of his glasses, the sharp jawline. He sits beside you on the bed, one hand possessively on your thigh.

You watch as the chats roll in.

angelface666: oh. he's pretty. justherefory/n: god i know his dick is big. tigersgaze: i bet you look so pretty on him.

You can’t help but laugh softly. “You're right tiger, I do look pretty on him.”You slide closer to him, deliberately swinging a leg over his lap, your hips settling just against his. “They’ve been very curious about you,” you say it like it's a confession between lovers and not like it's your best friend simply playing a role.

Wonwoo’s fingers flex on your thigh. “I don't share well.” And you know he's playing his part but the truth in the statement makes you giggle, Wonwoo's never been good at sharing.

You shift your hips slightly in his lap, just enough friction to draw a sharp inhale from him.

You lean in, brushing lips against Wonwoo’s ear again.

“Ready to give them a show, baby?”

His reply?

A hand around your throat and a dangerous smile.

Wonwoo leans in. You tilt your head. And then his lips meet yours. It’s not for show. It’s not practiced.

It’s soft. Deep. Slow. Like he’s wanted to do this for a long time. You’re too breathless to keep pretending.

Your thighs clench involuntarily.

Wonwoo pulls back just far enough to brush his nose against yours. “Color?”

You blink, dazed. “Green,” you breathe.

He hums in approval, a low sound that rumbles in his chest and vibrates through you. His hand slips lower, fingers tracing the hem of your shorts, and your pulse spikes.

You look back at the chat to distract yourself.

facefucker29: hurry up and fuck already dirtywhitetee: i knew you'd look pretty with a hand around your throat y/nsdirtylittleslut: i want him to make a mess of you mommyplease: that should be me mommy i'd treat your so well

You gasp a little when his hand sneaks beneath the fabric and settles possessively on your thigh. He doesn’t move further — not yet — but the message is clear: mine.

He leans in again, lips ghosting over your ear. “You’re doing so well for me,” he whispers, just loud enough for the mic to catch. “You want me to keep going?”

You nod. Then realize they can’t see that, and breathe out, “Yes. Please.”

His laugh is low and dark. “Then beg.”

The room spins. You forgot you asked for this. You forgot you wanted him to play rough — like the dominant boyfriend your viewers fantasized about. You forgot that Wonwoo could look at you like that — hooded gaze, parted lips, one hand gripping your thigh, the other loose around your neck like he owns every inch of you.

“I said—” his voice dips, something low that has you clenching around nothing, his grip on your throat just the slightest bit tighter, “—beg.”

You almost forget the camera is even there.

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whisper, and it’s more than a performance now. “Touch me. I need you to.”

He pats your thigh gently. “Good girl.”

The words hit you like a freight train. You whimper, openly this time.

Your eyes shift back to the chat again, trying not to get lost in him—a small part of you fears it's already too late.

singledad65: i knew you'd make such a pretty sub. what a pretty mess already

tigersgaze: fuck i'm so hard already. wanna see you choking on his cock baby.

mommyplease: mommy show us your tits please please please i'm so hard.

Wonwoo shifts slightly, demanding your attention, enough for his knee to knock your legs apart, spreading them just enough for the camera to catch view of the blooming wet spot on your cotton shorts.

You feel dizzy. You’re wet — obviously, hopelessly wet — and every part of you is pulsing, aching, desperate for more. You don’t even care about the stream anymore. You only care about him.

And then, without warning, he grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head, pushing you back onto the bed.

It’s not rough — not really. Just firm enough to make your whole body light up.

“Keep your hands right there,” he says, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. “Let me take care of you.”

You nod helplessly. “Yes, Won-.” you gulp stopping yourself from saying his name aloud. You never discussed if he was okay with his name being used on stream.

He kisses down your neck, slow and deliberate, pausing just above your collarbone as his fingers graze the curve of your waist.

You can't imagine how you must look on camera right now, the image of you splayed out just for him. You almost whimper at the thought, your hips rolling up to chase friction.

But before anything else can happen, he pauses.

Pulls back just slightly. Meets your eyes.

“This okay?” he asks, quietly this time. “You sure?”

Your heart clenches.

God. Even now, with your legs spread and your body shaking and the camera still rolling, he’s checking in.

“I’m sure,” you whisper. “I trust you.”

His smile is soft. And just like that, you're ruined all over again.

“Good.” Wonwoo kisses you again — deep, filthy, and completely in control.

Your hands twitch against the pillow beneath your head, instinct screaming at you to touch him, to grab his shoulders, tangle your fingers in his hair, something — but but the larger part of you is begging you to listen, to be rewarded for being a good girl.

“You stay right there,” he murmurs. “You take what I give you.”

You nod, panting. “Yes, W-sir.”

His free hand slides slowly beneath the hem of your sweater, palm splaying flat over your stomach. He doesn’t move higher. Not yet. He waits — lets the silence stretch until your back arches off the mattress and your hips squirm beneath him.

And then he laughs, low and mean. Almost cruel, if not for the affection in his eyes.

“You’re already so needy,” he taunts. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip. You suck it in instinctively and the growl that slips from his throat makes your thighs clamp together.

He sees it. Of course he does.

"Open."

You do. Without question.

He pushes his thumb between your lips, slow and steady, eyes fixed on your face the whole time. You swirl your tongue around it, moaning as you suck, and the flash in his eyes makes your whole body light up like a warning sign.

He pulls his thumb free with a wet pop, then brings it down between your legs, slipping it just inside the waistband of your shorts — not enough to touch you, but enough to make your hips buck toward him.

"You're gonna be good and cum for me like this," he murmurs. "Still wearing your pretty little shorts. Think you can do that?"

“I—yeah,” you pant. “I can.”

“Good girl.”

The two words hit harder than any touch. Your whole body clenches at the sound of it. He starts to rub, slow firm circles over your panties, and your head drops back against the bed.

You’re so wet it’s humiliating. You can feel the damp fabric clinging to you, feel the friction sparking with every motion of his fingers — and you dig your nails into into your palms to keep yourself from reaching out for him.

You’re moaning now, high and choked, not even bothering to hold it in. You can’t. His voice, his hand, his weight on top of yo —it’s all too much.

“Keep your hands up,” he growls, and there’s no mistaking the real edge in his voice now. “You want to cum? You earn it.”

You nod, frantic. “Yes, yes, please—”

“You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

“Sir—!”

He presses harder. You cry out, thighs trembling, hips jerking uselessly as he works you faster. Your breathing is ragged. You’re so close it hurts.

And then—

He stops.

Your eyes fly open.

“Wonwoo—!” You cry out in shock, not even pausing to think about using his name, the nager clear in your tone.

“Shh,” he soothes, lips brushing your cheek. “You’ll get it. But first…”

His hands slip beneath your sweater, and this time he doesn't hesitate. He pushes it up, exposing your bare chest to the camera.

You had honestly forgotten about the stream—about the chat, and clearly they had noticed. Your eyes rake the comments:

singledad95: poor baby she's gone already dacefucker69: fuck i'm gonna cum. mommyplease: thank you daddy, look at mommy's perfect tits. can i cum please? tigersgaze: god i think she forgot about us, but i don't care you look so good like this baby

You gasp. You should feel embarrassed, but you’re so deep into this you don’t even care. You just want his hands back on you.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares. His lips part slightly. There’s something reverent in the way his gaze drags across your skin.

Then he looks up — into the lens. Into the eyes of everyone watching.

“She’s mine,” he says, voice low and lethal. “You can look, but you don’t get to touch. Ever.”

Then he looks down again, and he smiles — slow, devastating, like a man who knows exactly how fucked you are.

“Now beg again, baby. Real pretty for the camera.”

You choke on your own breath.

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whisper. “I need to cum. I—I need you so bad, please, I’ll be good, I swear.”

His hand slips back between your legs.

And this time, he doesn’t stop.

You don’t know if you’re begging in words anymore or just making sounds — the kind of half-choked whines you never thought would leave your mouth outside of your most desperate dreams.

And he’s still touching you, still working tight, devastating circles against your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties. Your hips buck wildly beneath him, your legs trying to close, but his free hand pins your thigh open with ease.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “You wanted to cum so bad—so do it. Cum for me, just like this. Let them all watch how sweet you sound when I ruin you.”

You gasp, a high-pitched sob, and your fingers claw into the sheets beside your head, straining to obey his earlier command to keep your hands to yourself. You're on fire, every muscle drawn tight and twitching, a livewire underneath his touch.

“You're so wet," Wonwoo growls. "You really were gonna cum for me in your shorts like a little slut, huh?”

Your whimper is confirmation enough. Your body is spiraling out of your control now.

And then he leans in — mouth brushing your ear, voice so low it’s filthy.

“I'm not even inside you yet and you're already a fucking mess.”

Something in you snaps.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as your orgasm slams into you. Your thighs shake, your breath catches, and your entire body locks up beneath him as he works you through it, never slowing down — rubbing mercilessly until you’re twitching and gasping and trying to twist away from his hand.

But he doesn’t let you go.

“Oh no, no, baby,” he coos, voice suddenly cruel again, deceptively sweet. “You can cum more than that.”

“Wonwoo—” you plead, voice broken.

“You’re gonna cum again. For them,” he says, nodding toward the camera, “and for me.”

Your body is oversensitive now but his hand doesn’t stop. It changes. Slower now, deeper pressure, coaxing you through the aftershocks.

You try to speak. It’s just a stuttering, useless gasp of air.

“Come on,” he says gently now. “One more. Be good.”

And then he bites you, open mouth, right over your collarbone, and that's all it takes for you to fall apart.

The second orgasm crashes over you before you’re fully recovered from the first. It drags a low moan from your lips this time, ragged and raw, and you sob out his name like a prayer as your body convulses underneath him.

Your vision goes blurry for a second.

The only thing anchoring you is the press of his hand between your thighs and the sound of his voice — murmuring quiet praises you’re barely coherent enough to understand.

“Just like that. That’s my girl.”

And you're just coming down from the last waves of your orgasm when Wonwoo shifts you, until you're once again his lap, laying with your back against to his chest, your legs hooked on both sides of his thighs, he pushes your shorts down and off. He removes your sweater too, you're completely bare, body flushed and looking all too fucked out and he hasn't even fucked you yet. Exposed and bare on his till clothed form.

You don’t even notice the camera at first.

He turns his gaze to the camera and smiles. He smirks, really — eyes heavy-lidded, lazy with satisfaction.

You're too fucked out to really pay attention, he says, “If you want more, you know what to do.”

The dings of incoming donations flood the room, one after another until Wonwoo is seemingly satisfied.

He trails a finger up your thigh, playing with your dripping pussy. He looks at the chat for confirmation, you try to, too, eyes still unfocused from pleasure as his fingers tease your core.

“You're so dirty baby, I haven't even got my fingers in you yet and you're dripping.” A sharp whine leaves your lips at his words. His finger teases your opening, before pulling away to brush lightly against your abused clit.

"Tell me, what do you want? Do you want me to touch you here?" He pauses, his breath warm on your skin as he whispers near in your ear, "Or maybe somewhere else?"

His hand slowly moves upwards, caressing your stomach, then higher to cup one of your breasts. He squeezes softly, feeling the weight and shape of it in his palm, brushing a finger against a peaked nipple. “Use your words, baby.”

“Wonwoo,” You whine, rocking your hips softly, feeling his cock, thick and hard beneath you, you feel oh so empty, “Please.”

Wonwoo slowly pushes a finger inside you, he groans softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he continues to place gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. "Mmm, so tight," he murmurs, slowly pumping his finger in and out, building a steady rhythm.

With his free hand, he reaches up to tangle his fingers in your hair, and pulls, hard enough to sting. He trails his lips over the sensitive skin, nipping and sucking gently as he works another finger into your slick heat, stretching you out.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, his voice rough with need. "Do you like having my fingers inside you, stretching you open?"

You nod, mouth open in a moan—you're so lost in your own world, in the pleasure, it's easy to forget that this is all for show, that this moment is just an act and Wonwoo isn't yours. But in this moment he is.

“More, please.” You whine rocking your hips, simultaneously grinding down on his clothed cock and against his fingers inside you.

His fingers fuck into you with a purpose until—“Ahhh” you moan, shaking, when he pushes against your g-spot with a determined persistence.

His eyes go sharp again as he stares down the camera, he's staking his claim. You're his.

“What do you think? Should I make her cum again like this?” He asks, a smirk on his lips as he stills his hand, you rock your hips shamelessly chasinging your release.

“Wonwoo please please please please please.” A litany of pleas leave your lips, tears nearly forming in your eyes. You're so close you can taste it.

“Don't ask me, baby.” He chuckles low and deep, unbelievably sexy. “Ask them.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder, fucked out, a mess, eyes heavy lidded. You look debauched, and pretty.

“I want to cum,” Your voice is raw from all the moaning, your lips are plump from biting on them, you look the very essence of sin, “please.”

The chat explodes with tips and that seems to be enough for Wonwoo.

He kisses you like he owns you.

And maybe, in this moment, he does. The way he’s touching you says it — the way he’s holding your hips down, dragging his fingers up your thigh, says it. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance — you hadn't even noticed he'd pulled it out of his sweatpants, and it’s not even in yet but your body is already begging.

“Ready?” he murmurs low against your throat, lips brushing your skin like a tease.

You nod, wordless. Already wrecked, slick and throbbing under him, your thighs trembling with every shallow breath.

“Words,” he reminds you, and you feel the tip press just slightly inside.

“Yes. Yes, Wonwoo, please.”

He groans like he’s been waiting to hear that all night. “Good girl.”

And then he pushes in.

Your gasp catches high in your throat, nails clawing at the sheets beneath you as he splits you open, inch by inch, his hips slow and deliberate. He’s thick, the stretch almost too much—almost, but then he bottoms out, presses flush against your body, and you swear you see white.

Wonwoo pauses there, buried inside you. His voice is a low growl when he speaks.

“Let them see you like this,” he says, staring down the camera with a smirk. “Stuffed full of me.”

You don’t even care that they’re watching. Not when he starts to move.

His thrusts are deep from the start, slow at first, but with that tight rhythm that makes your brain melt. One of his hand wraps around your throat, thumb resting just under your jaw, and the contact makes your whole body tense beneath him. The other steady on your hip, moving you like a ragdoll, his personal fuck toy as he lifts you up and down on his lap, meeting his every thrust.

“You like that?” he says, almost mockingly sweet. “Getting fucked in front of a live audience?”

“Wonwoo—” you gasp, already spiraling.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises. “Look at that. So tight. So fucking wet.”

Each thrust punches a little sound out of you, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over, and when he pulls your hips down to meet his, the slick slap of skin echoes off the walls. You don't even try to stop the sounds falling from your lips anymore—you're beyond pride, beyond shame.

“Gonna cum already?” he teases, kissing along your jaw, grinding deep. “Not even halfway done with you, baby.”

“I—I can’t—” you whimper.

“Yes, you can,” he growls. “You’re gonna cum around my cock like a good girl.”

The orgasm builds fast, your body tight, trembling, every muscle locking up as you struggle to hold back. But his voice is right in your ear, coaxing you through it.

“Let them watch you fall apart for me,” he whispers. “Now. Be good. Cum.”

You shatter.

It’s too much. Your vision goes white, your body clamps tight around him, and your orgasm tears through you like a storm. You cry out, maybe even sob his name, but it’s all blurred in the wave of pleasure. You can’t think, can’t breathe.

Wonwoo groans low in his throat as you tighten around him, and it’s like a switch flips. His hips snap into yours harder now, faster. His grip on your throat tightens as he chases his own release.

“You feel too fucking good,” he hisses, fucking into you like he’s about to lose control. “So perfect. Gonna cum inside you. Fill you up. You want that?”

You nod frantically, barely coherent, and that’s all he needs.

He slams in once more and holds there, hips pressed hard against you as his body trembles, his breath catching in a deep, guttural groan. You feel the heat of it, the way he pulses inside you, and it only makes your body twitch around him again.

Silence.

Except for your ragged breathing, the camera still rolling in the background, and the sound of his heartbeat thudding against your chest.

Wonwoo finally exhales.

He gently eases out of you, hand trailing softly down your thigh, and your body gives a full-body twitch—overstimulated and still shaking.

Your eyes meet his, no teasing now. Just something real.

The camera light is still on.

He gives it a final look, then leans forward, and with the same casual dominance as before, clicks it off.

Then he looks back down at you. Smirking. But softer now.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod.

But your voice is hoarse when you whisper back, “Yeah. But that didn’t feel fake.”

He just brushes the damp hair from your cheek and says, “Because it wasn’t.”

[frenchkisstheabyss]

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♡ Pairing: roommate!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: You and Hyunjin are roommates, nothing more...and that's alright. At least that's what you tell yourselves. You've survived the last year by pretending you don't want each other, telling yourselves that the other's not interested. Your delusion's fully intact when Hyunjin catches you up late one night working on a project. He offers to help you research your subject, deepen your knowledge so to speak, but there's much more to it than that.

♡ Word Count: 4k-ish

♡ Warnings: playful teasing, use of an aphrodisiac, hyunjin can get a lil bossy, jealous hyunjin, making out, finger licking, nipple play, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), pussy drunk hyunjin, things get very wet, fingering, clit play, low key body worship, a lil manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, marking, creampie, they're both quite needy, overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetie, good girl, pretty girl).

♡ A/N: Hello my darlings. So this fic is a request that's a part of my 3.4k follower celebration which you can find on my page if you wanna put a request in! Thank you to @owlbeforsunrise for requesting this and for being so genuinely supportive of me with my writing. Love you so much xoxo

Procrastination. It’s your worst enemy. You had weeks to get this project done but it was always one thing or another and before you knew it the clock was counting down. Now it’s half past midnight and you’re stationed at your kitchen table, legs kicked up and a sketch pad in your lap.

The subjects of your current drawing are nestled in a medium sized wooden bowl, swirls of mahogany dancing in harmony with the collection of glistening pomegranates resting within. Pressing the button on the side of your headphones, you skip to the next song, humming along as it picks up, your colored pencil scratching away all the while. 

Hyunjin thinks you’re cute like this. With your messy hair and mismatched pajamas. You’re running on the last bit of an iced Americano and feel like absolute death but to him you couldn’t be cuter. He knows that even from behind. It’s not nice for roommates to sneak up on each other but you and Hyunjin never quite got around to the whole “setting boundaries” thing. 

Resting a hand on the back of your chair, Hyunjin leans over your shoulder, lifting one of your earphones to whisper, “Boo.” 

You jump a bit but immediately still yourself, readjusting in your seat to play it off. “Boo yourself” you huff, refusing to look in his direction.

“Scared ya?” he asks, grinning at the defiant look on your face. He was mistaken when he thought you couldn’t get cuter. You’re much cuter when you’re mad. 

You turn to him, lips tight, eyes narrowed, “Don’t you have something better to do? Drink cement? Chew glass?”

His smiling face hovers only an inch from yours, even less when he leans in closer, his gaze dancing over your features. Sometimes when Hyunjin looks at you it’s like being under a microscope. With him no glance is passive. Everything feels like it means something, like he’s studying you, and you can’t stand it. The heat behind those brown eyes is so casual, so effortless, that it’s intimidating in ways you could never bring yourself to admit. And now’s not the time for it. 

You roll your eyes, snapping your attention back to your drawing. “Why are you up anyway?”  

Hyunjin lingers a moment, a photographer taking one last shot of a precious thing, before making his way to the fridge. “I don’t know” he shrugs, an arm draped across the open door as he takes in his options, “Just couldn’t sleep I guess. Too much to worry about.”

You pause your music, jaw hung in shock, “Hwang Hyunjin? Worried? What about?” 

He drops his shoulders, responding with a pained groan, “You know I hate when you call me that.”

“I know” you giggle, doing a little dance with your shoulders, “That’s why I call you that. So, what’s up? Come share with the class.”

Grabbing a bottle of soda, he flings the fridge door closed, and turns to face you, unamused. He contemplates telling you, you can almost see the idea floating around that head of his. He could tell you what he was thinking about. It’d only take a sentence to tell you how one of his best friends texted him earlier asking if you were single. It’d only take another to confess how jealous that left him, how he’s been spiraling ever since, but instead he pops the soda open, gulping down the fizzy drink and any possibilities of a confession right along with it. 

“So, why are you drawing pomegranates?”

You click your tongue, lips curving into a smile, “Why are you deflecting?” 

Hyunjin grabs for your sketch pad and you tighten your grip around the corner of the book but it’s no use, it’s already his. “Is this some new fruit fixation or…”

“It’s not a fruit fixation. It’s for one of my classes. Human Sexuality and the Arts” you say, twinkling your fingers to make it seem fancy. 

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, glancing over at the bowl of fruit and back to you. “And what does that have to do with human sexuality? Were people, you know?” 

He does a light humping motion, your sketch pad propped up at his hip. You snatch it back, refusing to let him violate your art in such a way. “No. People weren’t fucking the pomegranates!” you shout, hitting him with the book, “The ancient Greeks thought that pomegranates were an aphrodisiac. They associate it with the goddess Aphrodite. Some people even say that the forbidden fruit in the Bible was a pomegranate, not an apple.” 

You light up when you speak, you always do when it comes to your art, and Hyunjin can’t help but admire everything about it. The way your brain works, what it manages to create, is almost as beautiful as you are. Just almost.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask, catching onto that starry eyed gaze. 

Hyunjin shakes it off, switching modes like a classically trained actor. “Because you’re just so…” he trails off, thinking up the word, “Painfully nerdy.” 

“Oh, fuck you!” you laugh, flipping him off, “Forgive me for doing my research.” 

He blows you a kiss, making your heart flutter against your will. “Research, huh?” he asks, picking up a pomegranate. He juggles it in his hand, feeling the weight of it, “So you must’ve tried it then.”

“Tried what?”

“Pomegranates. You said they were an aphrodisiac. Ancient Greeks, goddesses, forbidden fruit, all that. How do you know it’s not bullshit?”

You chew at your inner lip, the tail of your pencil tapping away at the page, “I guess I don’t.” 

“Then why don’t we try it?” he asks, presenting you with the fruit. 

You stare at it for a moment, taking it in like it’s some alien thing. You look up at him, your temperature rising at his sudden closeness to you. You’d be a liar if you said you never wondered what it’d be like to have him standing over you like this, that handsome face staring back down at you, but in none of those fantasies was he holding groceries. 

“And by ‘try it’ you mean what exactly?”

You watch as he heads over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a plate from one of the cabinets above before he slides a knife from the block near the sink. With a few swipes of glimmering steel, the pomegranate’s left in four perfect pieces. Placing the knife down, he picks one up, turning back to you. “Come here.”

“No…” you sigh, popping your headphones back on. You have a deadline to meet. There’s no time to spare for his nonsense. 

“Come here” he repeats, his voice laced with a certain sweetness. The kind that makes you fold for him every time. 

You toss your headphones onto the table, your art supplies following close behind as you rise from your seat, bare feet dragging across the cool tile floor. You grab a slice of pomegranate, raising it to your lips before an unexpected hesitation takes hold of you and you toss it away. 

Hyunjin leans against the counter, vexed by your reaction, “What? You think I poisoned it?”

“No, it’s just…you first” you insist, hoping to distract him and yourself from the nerves bubbling up inside you. 

“Me first?”

“Yes, you first. It was your idea so you eat it first.”

He clears his throat, standing up straight so that his tall figure seems even more impressive. Two steps bring him closer to you, his toes right on the edge of touching yours as he brings the fruit to his mouth. His plush rosy lips close around it, his dexterous tongue working the fleshy seeds free of the rind. Scarlet juice drips from the corners of his mouth, riding the sharp contour of his jaw to coat his chin. You’re drawn in by how delicately his mouth works against it. Something about it is so sensual, far more sensual than you’re sure he intends it to be. 

Your body doesn’t care one way or another. Intent means nothing to your quickening pulse or to the warmth creeping its way to the lower half of your body. You don’t even notice you’re holding your breath until his mouth pulls away from the rind and you exhale like you’ve been underwater for an eternity. 

“Now you’re the one staring at me like that” he laughs, disposing of the rind on the plate. “Something on my face?” 

Instinctively you bring your fingers to his chin, wiping the juices away, “Actually, yes. Didn’t know you were such a messy eater.” 

“I thought some girls liked that” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You swallow hard, your hands trembling barely enough to notice. Only Hyunjin does. Taking you by the wrist, he presses your fingertips to his lips, your touch feather light. You still as his tongue darts out, its wet warmth tracing the shape of your fingers. His eyes never leave yours as he does it. He wants to see how you react, how you feel, and you don’t disappoint. Your legs are shaking, soft thighs rubbing together in shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. The friction is heavenly, soothing the throbbing between your legs and making it much much worse all at once. 

“Is it working?” you ask, your voice cracking under the weight of a question you already know the answer to. 

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle from somewhere deep within his throat, his breath skimming your palm as his lips chart a path along your arm. Every kiss is electric. The tingling left behind at each point of contact gives you goosebumps. Ghosting over the sleeve of your loose fitting tee, his lips find yours, cautiously waiting as near to them as they can be without touching. You’re two magnets, the attraction between you too intense to ignore. All that holds you back are yourselves, your very cells vibrating at the need for connection. 

“Your turn” he whispers, breaking the spell to give you enough room to breathe. As if you ever could under the circumstances. 

You reach over, picking a slice of pomegranate up, fragile as a bomb. This is silly, you think to yourself. Hyunjin’s right. It’s not like it’s poison. You dive in, clearing the rind in a hurry, and flashing Hyunjin a look that says, “What now?” 

What now? Now is the force of his mouth colliding with yours, the sweet, tangy juices lingering on your tongue for only a second before his own tongue’s snaking between your lips to drink it down and you along with it. You tense at first. Not quite resisting. Not quite surrendering. But when his hands find your figure, palms riding the hills of your curves, you crumble. 

A year of living together. A year of playful flirting. A year of words spoken and words not. All of it is poured into a kiss that could shatter worlds. Without question it shatters yours. You never imagined that Hyunjin’s feelings for you could be mutual but the hunger he kisses you with leaves nothing to be questioned. 

“I think it’s working” he says, a breathless taunt against your lips. 

You grab onto his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as he grips the back of one of your pillowy thighs, raising your knee to rest at his side. “I hate you” you whimper when he presses into you, the growing bulge in his sweatpants teasing your core. There’s no denying how wet you are. The need soaking through the cotton of your panties is more than enough evidence of that. 

It only worsens when he strays from the kiss, leaning into your neck to whisper, “You hate me?” His tone is playful with a hint of something darker. He’s daring you to lie when you both know the truth. “How much do you hate me? Enough to make me stop when I do this?” His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your ass, grinding you against him, and you tremble, your moans as light as your next breath.

“Or this?” Spinning you around, Hyunjin slams you back into the counter, his lips latching onto your neck to feel your pulse race beneath his tongue. He suckles harshly at the skin, the sharpness of his kiss balanced by the ecstasy of his clothed cock rubbing your clit.

This wasn’t the plan. When he stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes barely open, he expected to find a late night snack. What he found instead was you. Something he wanted infinitely more than anything this kitchen could offer. He can’t remember ever needing something so badly that it hurts. His cock straining against his pants is nothing short of torture. It aches for you and only you. 

“Hyunjin, just…aaah” you whine, arching as he sneaks a hand under your shirt, touching your naked skin for the first time. 

He massages your belly, your side, all the way up to your swollen breast that fits in his hand with the perfection of something made to be there. He captures your bud between his fingers, his pointer and index pinching it with just enough pressure to send more of those delicious moans pouring from you. 

“Just…what, sweetie?” he asks, pulling back from your neck with a pop. His lips float back up to yours and that’s where they wait, eager for your next words. 

You can barely form them when he’s throbbing against your drenched pussy, your panties and shorts too wet to make a bit of difference. His fingers tighten around your nipple, playing you like a finely tuned instrument, and you sing for him just the way he wants. 

“Just…just…” you stutter, your hold on his shirt threatening to tear it, “Just fuck me already if you’re gonna do it.” 

You’re both taken back by your directness, the shock doing away with whatever last bit of pretending that lived between you. Hyunjin kisses you again, the passion burning just as hot as the first time, grabbing you by the waist to guide you somewhere you can’t see.

Everything’s dark. The only light you see are the sparks twinkling behind your lids, the kiss pulling you in so that nothing else matters. It’s only when you feel the edge of the kitchen table press into your ass that you remember where you are. 

“Clothes off” he demands, the hem of your shirt already knotted in his fists, “I wanna see you.” 

Your shirt disappears and your immediate reaction is to bring your arms around yourself, shielding yourself from his sight, but Hyunjin peels them away, the awe in his expression quieting your fears. “Oh god, you’re so beautiful” he gasps, slipping your shorts down to reveal your figure in its full glory.

Your panties come down with them, discarded at your feet, leaving you exposed. Hyunjin lifts you onto the table, a hand coasting along your inner thigh to spread your legs open. His gaze falls below your waist and he’s instantly mesmerized by the slickness of your gorgeous pussy. 

He runs his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal, watching your stiff clit twitch from the faintest touch. “Didn’t know you’d be this wet for me. Look at you…” He strokes your entrance, spreading you open and the way you leak onto the table makes his mouth water. “Is this an aphrodisiac too?”

Even in a haze of pleasure, you manage the most adorable giggle, “I don’t know. My books didn’t say anything about that.” 

“Let’s find out then, hmm?” Hyunjin doesn’t wait for your response. He dives right in, dropping to his knees, a devoted lover eager to worship his goddess. 

Your palms smack down on the table, your arms propped up on either side in a desperate attempt to keep yourself upright but it’s no use. Hyunjin’s tongue’s buried too deep within your walls, curling and flicking as he messily slurps down your essence. Your arms are slipping out from under you. The quaking of your body’s too much to control.

Hyunjin slides his hands up to your lower back, cradling you as your back meets the surface below. You shake, maybe from the chill—maybe from his nose bumping your clit, your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. 

“Mmm, tastes so good…” he groans, pulling you closer so that your ass dangles right on the edge of the table, “Can’t stop, fuck, I can’t…”

The slurping noises are borderline obscene, his mouth spread open to taste every part of you. The tip of his tongue swirls through your smooth, velvety folds, teasing your entrance with the slightest stretch before drawing figure eights up to your clit.

It makes every bit of sense in the world now how he got that pomegranate down so quickly. His tongue moves with expert precision, knowing just what to do to achieve exactly what he wants and right now what he wants is for you to keep moaning. Keep trembling. Keep raising your hips to meet the heat of his mouth, riding every wave of pleasure and oh so needy for the next. 

“Jinnie…” you moan, his short hair tickling your palm as you pet the back of his head. 

“Jinnie?” he laughs, applying kitten licks to your pussy between every word spoken, “You only call me that when you want something. You want something, baby?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, still raising your hips for more.

And Hyunjin gives it to you, sinking two fingers into your warmth and seeking out the sweet spot previously discovered by his tongue. The sound you make when he finally hits it is like music to his ears, his cock throbbing from how desperately it wishes it were the one responsible for it.

Hyunjin’s fingers pick up speed, coaxing out a stream of broken moans, “Tell me what you want from Jinnie. Anything for you.” He spreads his fingers wide, stretching you open as his lips latch onto your clit once more.

“Mmm, so close, wanna come for you…” you confess, making the terrible mistake of glancing between your legs.

Hyunjin’s eyes await yours, the lust behind them worsening the pressure building within you. “Then do it. Come for me. Let me taste you” he urges, his fingers abandoning you to let his tongue fill the space.

Your head falls back, your lush breasts jutting out with every rise and fall of your chest. You hook your legs around his shoulders and he grabs onto your thighs, keeping you right where you are. Squirming, whining, begging him not to stop as your orgasm tears through you leaving you speechless.

All you can do is lay there, completely at his mercy, gushing down his chin and helpless to stop his pursuit of more. The taste of you is addictive, so addictive that he can’t pry himself away. Not even when you attempt to twist yourself free, weakly pushing his head back. He’s not done until he says he is. Not until he’s lapped up every last drop. 

“You’re trying to kill me” you pout, managing to turn onto your side. 

Hyunjin tilts his head, keeping his mouth on you, refusing to give up those last few licks. When he finally drags himself away from you, his chest is heaving, and a haze of bliss hangs over him. The same one that hangs over you, weighing you down to the table.

You couldn’t get up if you wanted to and Hyunjin won’t give you the chance. Grabbing you by the waist, he flips you onto your stomach, the impact sending your nearby art supplies tumbling to the floor. 

“I’m not trying to kill you, pretty girl” he grins, tugging his shirt over his head, “Not yet.” 

It’s a subconscious thing, poking your ass up at him like you are. You don’t mean to drive him crazy but you do and he can’t finish stripping down fast enough, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock springs free from his boxers. He rubs the head against your entrance and your walls are already fluttering, wanting nothing more than to suck him in.

There’s a twinge in his chest, at the sight of you stretching around him as he presses into you, and he can’t go any further. Everything’s been happening so fast that it’s just hitting him that this is all real. This is happening.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you turn to look back at him, your expression heavy with concern. “We don’t have to if you don’t…”

Hyunjin’s quick to cut you off, “No! I want to! It’s just…I’ve wanted you for so long and I never thought that I could have you.”

You smile, warm and comforting, “Well you can have me. I’m all yours. You just have to take me. Take me, Jinnie.”

Nothing else needs to be said for him to thrust into you, your heads spinning from the euphoria of your bodies finally meeting. “Aah, fuck, you’re so tight baby” he hisses, slowly rocking in and out of you. He can feel you adjusting to his size, your walls reveling in his thickness as his tip kisses your cervix only to tighten right back up when he dares to pull out a little too far.

He runs a hand along your back, tracing the curve of your spine with his fingertips. You shouldn’t be this beautiful. You shouldn’t take him this well. It’s not fair what you do to him. How hard you make his cock pulse, your pussy already leaving him drenched down to the base. 

And you’re faring no better. Your senses are dominated by the sensation of every thrust, his tip beating against your g-spot with every thrust. It’s the kind of pleasure you can feel tingling your toes and ghosting your fingertips. You can taste it on your tongue. It vibrates in every fiber of your being.

Hyunjin’s hips snap into you harder, the moisture between you sending a lewd slapping sound pinging off the walls of the kitchen. It makes your body jiggle, your ass bouncing back onto him, and he feels so completely enveloped by you that he has to do it again. And again, harsher, faster, his hold on your hips unyielding, dominating your every move. 

The banging of the kitchen table against the wall is more than enough for a noise complaint but your moans? You’re crying out like no one can hear you—every fractured syllable of his name bleeding through the walls into the apartment next door—but it’s nothing you can control. Nothing you want to control.

Hyunjin dips an arm under you, two fingers caressing your clit, and the muscles in your body pull tight, your eyes beginning to water from the overstimulation. You think you might cry if he keeps going but you know you’ll cry if he stops. You’ll throw a tantrum, kicking and screaming, because this is all you want in the world. He has to keep going. Keep pushing you further and further beyond your limits.

“Aah! Oh fuck!” you scream, grabbing onto the edge of the table, nails scraping the wood. Your hips stutter, unable to keep their rhythm, and Hyunjin knows you’re close again. 

Leaning forward, he decorates your back with kisses, uttering praises that chip away at your resolve. “Come again for me, my beautiful girl. No holding back. Let go for me.”  

Just like that you feel light, like your body holds no weight at all. Everything’s soft and fluffy, the most gentle it’s ever been, then all at once you feel all of it. The intensity’s beyond anything that was building before and you’re coming down your thighs, drenching the fingers that frantically work your clit.

“That’s it. Good girl” he coos, the knots in the pit of his own stomach tightening, ready to come undone. “You want me to pull out?”

He leans away but you reach behind you, grabbing him by the arm, “No…inside me.” 

Hyunjin takes you by both hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, and fucks iyou into the table, your pussy clinging to him, swallowing him in so far that he fears he might lose himself in you. If he bites down on his lip any harder he’ll break skin. Not that he could even notice. He’s too busy unraveling between your walls, thick ropes of cum painting you with their creamy white warmth.

There’s no telling how much time passes before he stops moving. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? But you’re both left trembling, your sweat slicked bodies still connected as you drift back down to earth, basking in the afterglow. 

You let out a squeak when he finally slips out of you, rolling onto your back to get more comfortable. Hyunjin positions himself between your legs, his arms caging you in on both sides as he leans in to plant a kiss on your lips. The taste of pomegranate has faded and now he tastes only of a flavor that’s distinctly you.

“See, I told you research was important” he gloats, his length teasing the sensitivity of your pussy. 

You shiver, cupping his face as you arch into him, “I mean, I guess but don’t get any more ideas. I still have a project due you know.”

Hyunjin cuts his eyes at the sketch pad scattered on the floor amidst a sea of colored pencils. “One second.”

He slips off of you and you sit up, crossing your legs, a silent observer as he carefully gathers your things for you. He hands them over with a pleased look on his face. “I can come to your room….help you finish.” 

You clutch your items close to your chest, not at all ignorant to the way his thumbs are stroking your thighs. “Help me finish in what way exactly? 

“Mmm…” he hums, the pad of his thumb just barely touching your clit, “You’ll just have to trust me.” 

“Trust you?” you laugh, hopping down from the table, “We’ll see about that.” You give him a peck on the lips, depriving him of something deeper. A small form of torture done fully on purpose. “Follow me. Oh and bring the plate just in case we have to do more, uh, research.”

Time seems to move in slow motion for Hyunjin as you walk off towards your room, your naked body breathtaking even in the shadows of the dimly lit hall. Backing up, he blindly retrieves the plate from the counter, his fingers skimming the fruit as he does so. 

“God bless the Greeks” he utters under his breath, his brain already running rampant with all the filthy things he wants to do to you tonight. He’s definitely gonna need more fruit.

[anon-sect]

Picture source: @randomfotos

Blake came back to his game after using the restroom. He looked at the TV screen and saw that his kill score had gone down. He last remembered pausing the game so that his score would not change while he was away from the game. He wondered what could have happened. He walked over to his roommate's room.

Tanner heard Blake knocking on his room door. "Come in, buddy." He tried to make it look like he had been busy the entire time in his room.

Blake walked in and saw several things out and Tanner with a book in his hand. "Hey, do you know what happened to my game? My kill score is in the low number and last time I remember pausing the game." He asked as he continued to observe around the room.

"Sorry, I don't know. I have been busy here, as you can tell." Tanner tried to look as innocent as possible so as not to look suspect. He had unpaused his roommate's game and played for a little, but he realized that he sucked at playing the game. He left the game alone after that. He had been warned about messing with his game in the past.

Blake at first was about to believe him until he noticed that Tanner had the book upside down in his hand. Also, the other objects out had nothing in common with each other. Tanner did mess with his game again.

"I told you to leave my game alone, and you did it again." Blake paused, upset. "I have to work at increasing my kill rating all over again, thanks to you."

Tanner knew there was no way out of the lie now. "Sorry, I was just curious to see if I was good at the game. Come to find out, I suck at it."

"Duh, you suck. Now you ruined my kill rating again." Blake paused. "I warned you in the past, now is the time to show I mean business." He added as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He opened the app and pointed the phone camera at Tanner.

Tanner had threatened to use the TF Pro Max app on him if he messed with his game one more time. "Hey, we don't have to do this. I promise that was my last time." He pleaded, but he saw a devious smile on his face as there was a flash from the phone camera.

Blake picked up the pair of boxer briefs on the floor of his roommate's room. He went back to his room and changed out his underwear. "You feel good down there, buddy. Take this as a lesson learned at least for now." He laughed as he went back to his game.

Tanner had a face full of his roommate's cock and balls. Being a straight dude, this was one view he didn't want to see. "Turn me back, please. I promise I won't do it again." He mentally pleaded. Yet, no vocal sound could be uttered. Being an article of clothing meant that he couldn't speak or move. He was currently stuck this way, and he hated it.

Blake got online and started playing again. After an hour of playing his kill rating was back up again. He was satisfied. One of his gamer friends called over the headphones.

"What happened earlier? We saw you playing so wack and now you are back on top of your game again." Nate asked.

"Oh, that was my nosey roommate playing. But I took care of that. He won't be messing up my score for a while at least." Blake laughed.

"Oh yeah?" Nate asked, being curious.

"Yeah, I turned him into underwear and is wearing him as punishment. He is really comfortable." Blake paused. "I think he won't try that again, depending on if I decide to change him back to normal." He added.

"That is brutal, dude. At least you aren't gay." Nate commented.

"Neither is he, but being around my junk must not be good for him. Oh well, he should have learned from my warning. Let's get back to the game now." Blake spoke as they continued to play.

Tanner was disgusted hearing that Blake might not change him back. He was powerless to change his fate. His roommate was in complete control, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was forced to absorb and smell all of his musk and sweat with no escape from it. He was just underwear until his roommate decided differently.

[el4ise]

ᯓ HOLD ME, CONSOLE ME | 리키

PAIRINGS. roommate!riki x roommate!reader

GENRE. fluff, angst

WARNINGS. mentions of sh

SYNOPSIS. in which reader comes home sobbing and just wants to be held, and riki does that

EVERYTHING WAS BLURRY, tears pooled my eyes as I frantically tried to open the door, the keys dangling beneath my shaky hands.

I slammed the door shut, walking upstairs to my room, my knees giving out as I slowly slid to the floor, letting my figure rest as I cried.

riki, through his headphones filled with his friends screaming, heard the doors slam. he knew you were out with friends. he knew you two weren't close as ever, but you both have lived under the same roof for long to know you both cared for one another. maybe as simple acquaintances or maybe friends.

he excused himself from the game they were playing, he knew you weren't one to come home that mad, even if you were, you weren't the type to slam doors or disturb anyone else's peace.

he slowly went upstairs, as he got closer, he heard sniffles and soft cries. he sighed, wrapping his hand around the knob to turn it gently, it was locked. he knocked softly,

“___? it's me,”

he waited, your cries stopped for a few seconds.

“let me in, please?”

you debated for a few moments before opening the door, revealing your fragile, helpless self to him. your puffy eyes and dry tears all exposed to him, made his heart ache.

he walked slowly, cupping your cheek and caressing the tears away with his thumb.

“who hurt you, hm?” his voice was gentle, like a lullaby. you never really had a thought of him as a close friend, neither did he, but at times like these, you know that he knows better than anyone how to treat you when you're feeling fragile.

he sat on the edge of the bed, with you beside him with your head lowered in his chest as you continued to cry. turns out your boyfriend cheated on you, with your 'best friend'. riki used all of his restraint to stop himself from punching the dude when he sees him at school the next day. he wouldn't do it, only because you don't want him to.

“'m tired, riki.”

those three words struck through him like a knife, he knew what you were capable of doing, he feared it most. he grabbed your cheek and faced you to him.

“hey, I know you are, okay? but I'm here with you.”

he caressed the healed wounds on your arm, tracing little hearts on each one.

“you're never alone, because I'm here. and I'll do everything to make your problems dissappear, okay? promise me you won't give up,”

your eyes formed little tears, not from sadness, but from the warmth of his words that were full of sincerity.

“promise me,”

“I promise.”

he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, usually you would've pulled away or wondered why, but right now all that matters is you cradled up in his embrace, his warmth melting away the coldness of your heart.

© work of saoirsezz | sho

SHO'S NOTE. i hope everyone who is feeling like this has someone they can lean on or talk to, if none, then you guys can message and vent to me through my mailbox : D

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My Roommate and I

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader Word count: 6,336 words Summary: You don’t know your roommate all that well. He’s fine as roommates go, cleans up after himself, bills paid on time. But he isn’t around enough for you to actually get to know him. Things begin to change when the pandemic forces both of you to stay at home and your social butterfly of a roommate loses IRL access to his friends. Genre: Quirkless AU, roommates to lovers, pandemic fic, forced proximity, domestic fluff, romance Warning: mention of past Kiri-Mina, food/eating, swearing, alcohol, Eijiro calls Reader ‘babe’ Note: This fic is a part of the @ficsforgaza initiative - thank you so much to those who sponsored it!! 💖💖💖

The first time you meet Eijiro, you could only describe him as big and bright. Big and bright smile, big and bright personality, big stature in a bright outfit, big and bright hair. You wonder briefly if his hair is dyed and whether he dyes it himself. Then you shrug. The two of you have separate bathrooms so if he leaves red dye streaks everywhere, that’s his own problem. He can take it up with the landlord when he eventually moves out.

You’re happy, though, that he agreed to meet up with you before moving in. You'd be a bit freaked out seeing a stranger in your home, even if you knew that he’d be moving in. And this makes it easier to sit down with him early on to go over some general rules and a chore chart for the common areas.

It turns out that Eijiro’s a pretty decent roommate. He keeps his clutter out of the kitchen and living room, he cleans his assigned areas, he leaves your food alone, he pays rent on time. Most of this, you think, is probably attributed to him only really using his room for sleep. You rarely see him outside of early mornings when you're both preparing for work. After work he usually hangs out with his friends, or goes to the gym, or whatever a guy like him does, only coming home long after you've retired to your own room.

You don't really mind; you have the apartment mostly to yourself this way. And it's not like you really know him, anyway. He's just a roommate.

Time passes. You count yourself lucky, hearing some of your friends’ horror stories about their roommates from hell. 

Then the pandemic lockdowns happen.

You’re fortunate that you’re able to do your job remotely. Eijiro, however, is fired; he tells you so in passing. But he quickly adds that he’ll get by on unemployment until he finds another job, so no need to worry!

You're honestly surprised that he doesn't go stay with one of his friends. But he unfortunately doesn't, which means that you’re now stuck with him constantly at home. And you learn yet another aspect of his personality: just how frustratingly loud he can be. He cranks the volume on video calls with his friends -to the point where you can hear their voices clearly through his headphones- and he laughs boisterously at almost anything they say. He shrieks and hollers at the online games they play. And even though he's quick to turn the volume down with a sheepish ‘whoops, my roomie got mad’ when you poke your head out of your room to scowl at him, it still frustrates you to no end. You still have work for goodness’ sake! 

You soon come to realize that Eijiro’s very existence is loud, even when he’s not yapping with his friends. It seems that all he does during his waking hours is never-ending chit-chat and exercising in the middle of the living room, grunting up a storm. These two things sometimes happen at the same time, making you want to scream. 

Adding onto your frustrations are his so-called ‘cooking experiments,’ the stench of burned food often hanging in the air for hours after he finishes cooking, pots and pans left to soak overnight. You do have to admit, though, that they might very well need the soaking, given the amount of charred food on them. And Eijiro usually cleans them up the next morning without prompting. Usually. 

It’s just two more weeks, you tell yourself, then things will open up again and he can go spend time SOMEWHERE ELSE!

Things go on like this for months, your urge to throw him out a window slowly growing with each day.

Then, one Saturday morning, you find him sitting at the dining table, eyes red-rimmed and nose running. Your first thought is that he caught covid. But there’s something off about the scene; Eijiro isn’t behaving like someone who’s sick. He absentmindedly moves his cereal around in the bowl, lifts the spoon, then lowers it again. His breathing stutters, he hiccups, then lets out a shaky sigh. And it hits you; he’s not sick, nor is he potentially hungover. He’s trying his best to not cry. 

You almost wish you could back into your bedroom, pretend like you didn’t notice anything to give him some privacy. But it’s too late.

“Oh!” you hear him croak as he sees you, followed by a very wet sniffle.

Guess I’m dealing with this now, you think. The two of you had a pretty decent -if almost non-existent- relationship before the lockdown, right? You really ought to be a good roommate.

“Are you alright?” you ask. It seems stupid in hindsight, he’s clearly far from alright.

And Eijiro admits as much. 

“I… … no.” 

You watch as he clenches his teeth, lower lip wobbling, trying to breathe through whatever this is. And you sigh. Yeah, it’s time to be a good roommate. 

Moving into the kitchen, you begin fixing your own bowl of cereal. You figure this conversation might be easier for him if you’re not looking straight at him. He’s always seemed like the type of hyper-masculine person who’d hate crying in front of others.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

Eijiro sniffles again. He’s silent for a moment, then he draws in a deep, shaky breath. “I’m so fucking lonely,” he admits.

Humming in response, you eye the pot of coffee he made earlier. Surely he won’t mind if you have some, not when you’re listening to him vent. You pull a cup from the cupboard.

“But you talk with your friends all the time, don’t you?” You have to fight not to make a snippy comment about how loud they usually are; now isn’t the time for that.

He shifts in his seat. “’S not the same,” he says, then adds in a smaller voice, “Not at all.”

Placing your filled coffee cup next to you, you finally turn to face him, leaning against the counter, cereal bowl balanced in one hand. Sitting in front of him at the table still feels a bit too intimate with the mood he’s in.

His silhouette is dark against the light from the window at the end of the room, mirroring his emotions. You realize that his hair isn’t styled into the normal spikes; instead it’s drooping around his face, making him seem smaller, almost like he’s folding in on himself. Like he’s trying to hide. You barely recognize him.

“How is it not the same?” you ask, deciding to prod just a little bit. “Is it because you’re not in the same room?”

“It’s not just that!” he responds. “I can kinda get there if I really crank the volume, but…”

Oh, you think, is that why he prefers it so loud? Here you just thought he was obnoxious and had no respect for your working hours. Or your sleep.

“But?” you prod again.

Eijiro sighs deeply. When he speaks again, his voice croaks with held-back tears. “I miss physical touch. We’re pretty tight, me ‘n my friends. We hug each other a lot.” He sighs again; it almost sounds like his heart is breaking. “Not being in the same room as them, not being able to hear their voices except through headphones - it already hurts. But not being able to reach out and touch them is… it’s so much worse.” 

He swallows hard, then continues, “Denki’s roommate moved back home with their parents; to assist them, I think. So he’s alone too. He cried on our call yesterday. And I couldn’t do anything; couldn’t offer him a tissue, or a hug, or anything!”

You have no idea who Denki is. But it strikes you that Eijiro described him as ‘alone too.’ Denki, it seems, really is alone if his roommate has moved out. Did Eijiro truly see himself in the same situation, even with you here? You swallow hard. Maybe you haven’t been as good a roommate as you thought. 

Looking at the cereal bowl in your hand, you absentmindedly stir it, much like Eijiro had done with his own bowl just a moment before. Seems like you might have misjudged him too, if he truly gives physical affection to his friends as freely as he just described. You hadn’t expected that - you’ve always seen him as the classic, super macho gym-nut who might catch the gay if he’s in the vicinity of the color pink. Not that he’s ever given you any reason to believe that, you slowly realize. This was all your own prejudice. You really haven’t been a good roommate. And that realization stings.

Looking at Eijiro again, you feel like you see him in a different light. You read an article just the night before about how the pandemic has left a lot of people touch-starved when they can’t participate in their usual social activities. 

The article suggested moving in with friends, with family, even with friends-with-benefits, just to stave off touch-starvation and loneliness. You have to admit that you feel a bit touch-starved too, now that you can’t spend time with your friends or family. And isn’t there something about humans needing a certain amount of touch a day to thrive?

Eijiro’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

"D’ya think I could have a hug?" he asks, finally facing you, his eyes brimming with tears.

You realize in that moment that a hug sounds really, really great. And maybe this is an opportunity to actually get to know your roommate. Especially when you don’t know how long this pandemic will last. The promise of two weeks to flatten the curve has already been extended several times.

Putting your cereal bowl on the counter, you wordlessly spread your arms. Eijiro is up in an instant, chair clattering against the floor. Then you find yourself swept up in what you can only describe as a bone-crushing embrace. You know he’s buff, but you haven’t realized just how strong he is. Gasping for air, you tap his biceps.

“Not so tight!” you wheeze.

Eijiro lets out what you can only describe as a wet bark of laughter. But he loosens his grip on you instantly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, sniffling again. “Got a bit too enthusiastic.”

“That’s okay,” you say. “Guess you really needed it.”

It’s comforting, you realize, as you sink back into the embrace. He’s warm, and his arms around you feel safe for some reason. You can almost imagine falling asleep standing like this, certain that he’ll keep you upright. But you want your coffee while it’s still hot.

Eijiro seems reluctant to let go when you begin pulling away, scrubbing at his face behind your back.

Finally, he looks at you again, tear streaks on his cheeks. “Think we could do this again sometime?” he asks shyly.

You smile at him and nod. “Yeah. I think we’re both gonna need it.”

Eijiro blows his nose again, managing to make a sound reminiscent of a trumpeting elephant. 

“Sorry ‘bout all that,” he says, sniffling once more. “Crying to you wasn’t exactly manly of me.”

Resting your elbows on the dining table, you tilt your head and look at him over the rim of your coffee cup. “Crying is human. It’s not feminine, it’s--”

“That’s not what I mean,” he interrupts. “I agree, nothing shameful about crying; I meant complaining ‘bout all my issues. It’s not manly of me to put that burden on you.”

You decide to ignore the issue of not wanting to ask for help for now. Instead you say, “We’re gonna be stuck together for a while. I want to at least try to help. Besides, this might be better for both of us in the long run. Being at home all the time hasn’t exactly been great for me either…”

Eijiro nods thoughtfully, pulling his bowl of soggy breakfast closer. You look towards the movement, your brows furrowing.

“Is that my cereal?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “You… you said I could have some, didn’t you?”

You can’t help but laugh at his expression. “I did! I’m not going back on that, don’t worry! I’ve just never seen you eat sugary cereal before.”

Eijiro relaxes again, then gives a small shrug. “Felt like I needed a sweet treat today.” 

“Don’t we all these days...”

You take another sip of your coffee, then look back to the man at the opposite side of the table.

“I think we need to put down some new rules while we’re both home all the time. The voice calls with your friends are really starting to bother me, especially when I’m working.”

He nods. “Yeah, kinda figured. I swear I’m trying to be quieter, but I always end up forgetting when I’m in the middle of it. I’ll try talking with everybody, see if we can find a different time or something. Maybe meet up outside once the weather’s better…” Leaning back in his chair, Eijiro scrubs at his face. “If only I could find a new job, then I’d actually have something to occupy me. Haven’t had any luck though.”

You realize with a pang of guilt that you don’t even know what he does for a living. Or… did. But Eijiro just grins when you tell him as much.

“Guess I was never really around so you could ask. I was a fitness instructor at this privately owned gym. They had to close because of the pandemic, but the owners promised me that if they have any hope of keeping the gym going I’ll be back on payroll once they open up again. They only really let me go so I could get unemployment.” He sighs fondly. “I really like them, they’re so… manly!”

You fight not to make a face. There it is again. Manly. Manliness isn’t exactly something you’d be looking for in a gym, but you guess you also aren’t a masculine gym-nut. At least Eijiro isn’t nearly as bad as you had originally thought.

You really do fight not to make a face… But you fail. And Eijiro notices instantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I’m not sure I’d personally want to go to a ‘manly’ gym.”

He just blinks at you for a moment. “Not sure why you think that-- oh.” He laughs to himself. “I need to explain something. ‘Manly’ doesn’t mean masculine to me. ’S not based on gender at all. When I was a kid I used to be a really big fan of this action hero, Crimson Riot - do you know him?”

You shake your head. Never heard of the guy.

“He had this habit of calling things he favored ‘manly,’” Eijiro explains. “It was a way of living, a way of staying true to yourself, or so he’d say. Guess I never grew out of this way of seeing things.

“But the owners,” he continues, “they’re a gay couple, and they’re some of the sweetest and most helpful people I’ve ever met. They face a lot of prejudice but they never let it get to them. They choose to stay kind. It’s awesome. It’s… It’s manly! You see?”

You look at him for a moment. Then you nod. “Yeah, I… I think I do.”

Eijiro beams at you. “I think you’d like the gym. We’re very supportive, and we take harassment complaints very seriously. One of my buds was a regular when it was still open, and she told me she felt very safe there.” He chuckles. “Though anyone who wanted to harass her should fear her, not the management. She’s never been shy about punching someone in the gut. And it hurts!”

You raise your brows. “Wait, she’s punched you??”

Eijiro grins. “Yeah! … Wait no, not because I deserved it; I asked her to! She wanted to know if she could do anything to punch better, so I said ‘well, punch me!’ and she did. It was perfect, 10/10 no notes. Took me close to 15 minutes to be able to breathe regularly again.”

Smiling to himself, he adds, “Mina is one of the manliest girls I know. Been friends since high school and she’s always been unabashedly herself. She really helped me grow into the person I am today.”

Mina. He sounds so fond when he speaks of her. You can’t help but wonder if there’s something more there than he’s admitting. Pushing the thought away, you focus on Eijiro again.

“I guess being a personal trainer explains why you’re constantly exercising. I thought you were just obsessed with it.”

Eijiro shrugs with a smile. “I’m actually working out more than I did before getting fired. I’m used to being on my feet and moving almost constantly while at work, and exercising burns off some of that energy. ‘N I want to be ready to go back instantly.” He’s quiet for a moment, then adds, “Oh, let me know if you want me to show you how to work out at home, or some stretches or anything. You sit still a lot, ’s not good for you.”

You try to wave him off with an awkward laugh. “I know. But I’m not interested right now.”

You’re admittedly surprised when Eijiro backs down instantly. 

“Well, let me know if you ever change your mind. I’ll let ya borrow any equipment you need!”

A couple of days later, Eijiro asks to sit down with you again.

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts. 

“Did it hurt?” The words are out before you can stop them.

Thankfully, Eijiro just laughs. “Lil’ bit, yeah. I prefer to just cruise through life without having to think too much. But I can’t right now, so I need something to keep myself occupied while I’m looking for a job. And I was thinking: how about I take on more of the chores? Cleaning’s a good workout, right? And it’d give ya more free time.”

You just look at him for a moment. “Is that really fair? We pay the same amount of rent, so shouldn’t chores be split evenly too?”

He shrugs. “You talked about wanting to help me the other day. I like being helpful too, y’know. So I thought about maybe getting a wireless headset so I can talk with my friends while I clean. Might make the noise easier on you too, knowing that I’m not just sitting on my ass while talking.” He stops for a moment, then adds, “Was thinking about doing the grocery runs too. Y’know how they’ve been saying that thing about only having one person per household shopping? Might as well be me.” He scoffs. “Got nothing but free time.”

You’re speechless. What he’s saying makes sense, yes. But it still feels wrong to let him do most of your chores just because he’s bored.

It’s like he can sense your unease. 

“We could also take turns on groceries,” he offers. “Then you can get all the intimate stuff ya need without needing to involve me.”

You can’t help but grin at him. “What, too much of a chicken to buy me tampons?” 

Eijiro grins back. “Nah, ‘s not that, I don’t mind. I’ve done it before. It’s just that there are so many kinds I’d need pictures to make sure I got the right thing. Might be less of a hassle if you got it yourself. But! If you’re ever in a pinch I got your back!”

You look down at your lunch for a moment, thinking over what he just said.

“If we’re combining groceries, it might be easier if we coordinate our meals. I’m already cooking for myself, I don’t mind cooking for…” -you eye him for a moment- “for two more people. It’s not that much of a difference.”

“Two people!” he sputters. “That’s… … actually probably accurate. I do eat a lot. I like the idea, but…” He scratches at the back of his neck. “I was actually thinking we could take turns cooking.”

You can’t stop yourself from making a face this time. Eijiro just laughs.

“Yeah, I know. I’m terrible. But I was thinking that this is the time to get better. I don’t mind eating what I cook, but I wouldn’t serve it to someone else. So cooking for you as well would force me to pay more attention.”

You sit back in your seat, crossing your arms. “You want me to be your guinea pig.”

“No, I want ya to hold me accountable!”

When you just glare at him, Eijiro holds up his hands. “I’ve got a plan. One of my friends, Katsuki, he’s really good at cooking. Like really, really good. He’s been laid off as well, and he just started a Youtube channel where he shares cooking tips. He’s suggested helping me and Denks cook some meals, so he can figure out what some common mistakes might be. And we can get better at cooking at the same time.”

You stay silent, thinking. It makes Eijiro fret.

“So? Whaddaya think?” he eventually asks.

You sigh, feeling your resolve crumble. It’s too difficult to say no to his puppy-eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’ll at least give your food a try.”

Eijiro rewards you with a beaming smile. It makes your cheeks burn.

It only takes a few days before Eijiro decides to try his cooking experiments on you. He spends the afternoon getting barked at by whom you can only assume is Katsuki - with you listening in on every word. It’s Eijiro’s own fault for having his phone on speaker, you try to reassure yourself. And Katsuki’s tinny voice is piercing.

“Show me what you’re doing, Shitty Hair! … No, you need to cut them smaller, they’ll cook too slow as they are!”

‘Shitty hair’? you think. Do his friends really speak to him like that?

Eijiro just groans, ignoring the insult. “I don’t think I can, Kats, I don’t want the knife to slip.”

“Then sharpen your fucking knife! It’s meant to cut easily, if you’re fighting to cut small pieces then it’s too fucking dull!”

You roll your eyes. As charming as Gordon Ramsey.

“Are you keeping an eye on the meat?” Katsuki asks, his voice smug. “It’s gonna burn if you don’t…”

“SHIT!!”

The food turns out a lot more palatable than you’d imagined. It’s a little bland, a little overcooked, but you really wouldn’t mind eating it again.

And you’re surprised at just how fast Eijiro improves. Over the next few months you grow more and more thankful that he suggested taking turns cooking. It’s a weight off your shoulders, even if you still feel a bit weird that he does most of the cleaning and grocery shopping. But the extra free time and knowing that he’s being productive during his loud voice calls do make things easier on you. In the end you suggest to him that you take on a few more of the financial responsibilities -just a bill or two- to make things a little bit more even. 

You look up from your screen when you hear the front door slam; Eijiro has arrived home with a load of groceries. Stretching, you get up from your chair. Helping him put away the groceries assuages your guilt just a little bit. And -if you’re being very honest with yourself- you’ve recently noticed finding every excuse to spend more time with him. Just five minutes here and there. Helping put away the groceries fits nicely into that too.

Leaving your room, you notice a bag of groceries leaning against the dining table. You turn to Eijiro -who’s already busy putting away groceries- and ask, “What about this one?”

Eijiro smiles at you, which makes your stomach flutter.

“Break time?” he asks. “I got you some ice cream at the store. Didn’t do great in the heat so you might wanna eat it soon.”

You thank him, finally moving from your doorway to actually help. Then you ask again, “What about the bag by the table? We’re not emptying that one?”

He shakes his head, grinning. “That one’s not for us. You know the elderly couple down the hallway?”

You nod silently, unwilling to admit that you don’t.

“I’ve been chatting with them a little bit. Distanced, of course! They’re not doing great so I thought I’d buy them some staples to help out. I’ll take the cost out of my own budget, don’t worry.”

You pause for a moment. It’s such a kind gesture to someone he barely knows. He really is a giant sweetheart. Then you make an instant decision. “I’ll split the cost with you, I wanna help too!” 

You’re graced with a brilliant smile, like the sun rising over the horizon.

“Really?? Thanks! I’ll let them know it’s from both of us!”

You’re numbed, ears ringing as Eijiro talks about taking a quick shower before heading over to your neighbors. Then you’re left alone in the kitchen. 

Sliding onto the floor, you lean your forehead against your drawn-up knees. You’re in deep. Maybe too deep. Ever since his breakdown and the following hug, your feelings have only been growing. And now you don’t know how to make it stop. You aren’t entirely sure you want to, either. But… It’s a bad idea, isn’t it? You’re worried that telling him will only lead to hurt and heartbreak. And yet, you’re not sure how long you can keep your feelings contained.

You decide that you need an in-depth vent session with your own friend group.

The vent session only helps solidify that you definitely have feelings for your roommate. But you still have no idea whether to act on those feelings or not. And Eijiro only makes things harder by being himself - sweet, kind, and maybe a little bit too touchy.

He comes up behind you one night as you’re cooking, loudly sniffing the air.

“Something smells amazing!”

He leans in over you, hands resting on either side of the stove, his chin on your shoulder, just watching as you cook. It’s almost too easy to melt against his chest.

You pull away instead, turning to face him as you try to laugh. It comes out strangled.

“It’s not ready yet, you have to wait!”

Eijiro pouts at you. But he thankfully moves away, instead opting to set the table. You sigh, equal parts in relief and disappointment. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going without spilling the secret.

You’re doing the dishes together after dinner. It’s become a routine to do them as a team - they get done quicker that way. Eijiro refuses to let you do them alone, even back when your shared cooking routine began. Your idea of ‘you cook, I clean’ fell on deaf ears. And now you appreciate the extra time with him.

And you decide to let him know as much.

“Y’know, I’m actually kind of happy that we got this chance to get to know each other,” you say, nudging him with your hip. “If we hadn’t been stuck at home, I don’t know if we’d ever have taken the time to actually talk.”

You’re rewarded with a brilliant smile.

“Me too!”

You keep chatting while Eijiro washes the dishes, handing you clean ones to dry. The conversation jumps from the two of you, to your apartment and how thankful you are that Eijiro took on more of the chores, to the lives you led before the pandemic. And eventually to your individual friend groups.

“There’s Katsuki - you know him already,” Eijiro says. “And Denki and Hanta and Kyoka. We all met in high school. But Mina and me, we go back to middle school.”

“Mina,” you mumble. There she was again.

He pauses, looking at you questioningly.

“Did…” You hesitate, then you decide to just ask what’s on your mind. “She’s clearly very special to you. Did you ever date?”

Eijiro looks down at the soapy water, a fond smile on his face. “We did, back in high school. Only for a few months, though, then we decided that we were better off as friends. I guess we both felt pressured to give it a try.” Turning back to you, he finds your gaze again. “She’s my oldest friend. She’s my rock, not afraid to tell me if I’m being an idiot. N’ I do the same for her! But that’s as far as it goes. We didn’t work out back then, and we sure as hell wouldn’t work out now.”

You feel your cheeks heat under his gaze. It doesn’t sound like he regretted breaking up with Mina at all. And the way he’s looking at you makes your stomach flutter. 

Eijiro breaks eye contact for a moment to empty the dish tub and dry his hands. Then he turns to you again, leaning against the counter.

“If you’re not busy tonight, do you maybe want to watch a movie or something?”

It’s your turn to beam. “Yeah, absolutely!!”

Maybe saying yes to a movie was a bad idea. You had trouble sleeping last night, work was particularly draining today, and now you find yourself struggling to keep your eyes open. As much as you want to pay attention to the movie Eijiro picked, your mind is steadily turning into soup. You blink hard, trying to force your eyes to stay open. It doesn’t work. They slowly close, and you sag sideways.

You have no idea how much time has passed. All you know is that you are comfortable and warm. You can still hear the movie playing. Or maybe it’s a new movie. You can’t bring yourself to truly care.

Eijiro shifts in his seat. It makes you realize that you’re leaning against him, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. Your eyes snap open. Then you decide to close them again. If he doesn’t mind -which you assume he doesn’t, since he hasn’t pushed you away- then you won’t mind either. It’s too comfortable, anyway. 

The two of you stay like this for a while. It’s cozy. Then a frown forms on your face. Something is tickling your waist. It’s most likely a hair stuck to the inside of your shirt. You try to ignore it, but it only gets more irritating, brushing over your skin every time you breathe.

You snap, pushing Eijiro’s arm out of the way to get at the itch. 

Eijiro flinches away from you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to-- You were leaning on me pretty hard and I thought this would be more comfortable! I-I didn’t--”

“It’s fine,” you say, as you sink back against him. “I don’t mind, it’s cozy. Just had an itch right where your arm was.”

“O-oh.” He hesitates for a moment, then he puts his arm back around you, gently hugging you to his side. “It’s… Yeah, it’s pretty cozy.”

You close your eyes again, not fully registering how flustered he sounds. Or how happy…

Eijiro sits as still as he can, despite the credits rolling over the screen. You’re still nestled up against his shoulder, your forehead pressed against his neck, your breathing soft and even. He’s certain you’re asleep again. And he cannot bring himself to move a muscle, worried he’ll break the spell.

Slowly lifting his free hand, he scrubs at his face. “I’m really in it now, aren’t I?” he mumbles to himself. Falling in love with his roommate. Isn’t that one of the things people are always advised against?

“Fuck, Kats’ll never let me hear the end of it!”

You stir in your sleep, sighing softly. It only makes him wrap his arm tighter around you. Katsuki will have to be a problem for another day; right now Eijiro doesn’t want to think about anything but the sensation of you pressed against his side.

“Need your advice on something, Kats.”

The blonde makes a non-commital sound on the other end of the line. Eijiro swallows thickly, suddenly happy that it’s only the two of them on the voice call. And that you aren’t home to accidentally overhear anything.

He hesitates too long.

“What fucking is it?” Katsuki barks.

Eijiro sighs, steeling himself for the barrage he’s sure is about to come. “I think I’m falling in love with my roomie.”

When the barrage doesn’t come, he wonders briefly if the connection has been cut. 

Then Katsuki groans. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Really, Shitty Hair? Your fuckin’ roommate?”

“Hey, she’s a sweetheart, I--”

“NOT what I meant! I’m sure she’s amazin’ if she can tolerate your ass. But what the fuck are you planning to do? Tell her?”

Eijiro can feel himself blush. “I.. I mean, yeah, I’d like to. That’s what I wanted advice on.”

Katsuki practically growls. “Well, my advice is DON’T! We’re in the middle of a fuckin’ pandemic, if she says no, you won’t be able to easily move out.” He grumbles for a moment. “Of all your shitty, hare-brained ideas… But knowin’ you, you’ll never be able to let it go unless you find out, right?”

Eijiro chuckles, scratching at his cheek. “Ya know me too well, Kats.”

“‘Too well’ is right.” Katsuki is silent for a moment, then he groans again. “Alright, fuckin’ fine. Advice. Try to figure out if she feels the same b’fore you tell her anythin’. If she rebuffs you at all, then fuckin’ leave it alone, ya got that??”

Eijiro’s face splits into a wide smile. “Got it!! And if she says no, I can move in with you, right?”

“Like fuck you can’t!!”

Meat and onions sizzle in the pan. You give it a stir, peeking at Eijiro out of the corner of your eyes. He’s currently chopping vegetables, broad shoulders barely moving as he uses the knife. You have to admit that he’s gotten a lot better in the past few months, to the point where you’re looking forward to every meal he makes.

He’s gotten a lot more forward with you too. He’s become touchy-feely and quick to give compliments. And you don’t mind it one bit. You just hope it will continue once the pandemic ends. 

You really ought to tell him how you feel. But… You can’t help but worry about whether he feels the same. Sighing softly, you push the thought away for now. 

Eijiro turns to you with the cutting board, ready to add the veggies to the pan.

“By the way,” he says, “I got a surprise for dinner.”

You tilt your head, unable to stop your coquettish grin. “Oh? Should I be worried?”

Eijiro’s features soften as he looks at you. “Nah, probably not. Unless you don’t drink wine.”

“I do!”

You slowly swirl the wine in your glass. It’s the last of the two bottles Eijiro bought, so you want to savor it.

Across the table, Eijiro watches your movements with rapt attention. You can almost feel the intensity of his gaze. Or maybe it’s the wine.

He draws in a deep breath, almost like he forgot how to breathe for a moment. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

It takes a little too long for his words to make their way through your drunk brain. 

“What did you just say?” you exhale. Your face feels like it's on fire.

Eijiro blinks. Then he sits up straight, shaking his head. “Fuck, I-- I shouldn’t have-- It’s just… I dunno how much longer I can stand not saying anythin’.”

You swallow hard, trying your best not to melt against the table. “What are you trying to say?”

He looks at you again, features softening. “That I’m in love with you.” Looking away, he scratches at the back of his neck. “I-I don’t even know if… if you return my feelings, but--”

You down the rest of your wine, trying to gain some liquid courage which you honestly don’t need at the moment. Then you get up, moving around the table. 

He peers at you, smile evaporating. “What are you…”

“I do!” you finally answer him, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in, face level with his.

Eijiro blinks hard. “What…”

“I do return your feelings. You’re pretty fucking cute yourself.” 

He just looks at you for a moment, letting your words sink in. Then his face splits into a brilliant smile. You should’ve worn sunglasses.

Raising a hand, he gently cups your cheek, his smile widening when you lean into his touch. His thumb rubs over your skin, slowly moving downwards until it brushes over your bottom lip.

“Can I?” he asks.

You don’t answer. Instead, you lean in to kiss him first. His lips are warm, tasting like wine. Eijiro interrupts the kiss briefly to push his chair back, getting to his feet.

Pulling you close, his hand finds its place on your cheek once more. “You’ve no idea how fuckin’ long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbles against your lips. Then he kisses you again.

You sit sideways on the couch, feet propped up against Eijiro’s thigh. He’s gaming with his friends again; you can feel the muscles in his thigh tense as he leans into the curve of the race track on the screen. 

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… YES!!!”

He jumps to his feet, whooping as he wins. You eye him over the top of your magazine, pouting at him.

Grinning at you, he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, babe, didn’t mean to get that loud!” 

You hear someone loudly exclaiming something through Eijiro’s headset.

He chuckles. “Yeah, my girlfriend got mad.”

The voice call erupts into shouts. You can’t help but giggle when you hear Denki screaming ‘what??’ over and over again, with whom you assume is Mina cheering loudly in the background. 

Eijiro just laughs. “Didn’t I tell you? Me and my roomie started dating!”

He talks for a moment longer, then bows out of the game with his victory, deciding that he’d rather spend the rest of the day with you. 

[phoenix-eclipses]

Casting Love 0.15 -- Studying Alone

Focusing on your studying wasn't an easy task to do at your place, so you had gone to the library instead. You weren't unfamiliar with the space, but most of your studying time had been working beside Hajime in your place. The few times you had gone to the library had been for group projects, so the silence of working alone was unusual. Sitting too close to anyone else felt awkward, so you placed yourself at a table alone, hoping your concentration would be better than it had been before.

Music playing in your ears as you kept tracing your eyes over the same sentence, over and over. None of the words seeming to fully process. You let out a sigh, leaning back in your chair while trying to decide what to do. Your thoughts were broken by a familiar voice calling out your name. You adjust your headphones to uncover one of your ears as you glance around. Your eyes land on Kenma's roommate, waving at you as he walks up to where you're sitting.

"YN! Nice to see you again!" he plops himself down on the chair beside you, placing his bag down as he grins at you.

"Hi Kuroo!" you fully take off your headphones, pausing your music as you turn to properly talk to him. "What are you here to work on?"

"I've been here for a bit, working on a group project," he lets out a sigh. "They ended up needing to leave for different things."

"You don't sound too upset about them needing to leave, that bad?" you let out a small laugh at the pout he gives you.

"Don't even get me started! The professor was supposed to place us in groups with people with similar interests so we can agree all work on something we care about, but no one in my class wanted to talk about football so now I'm stuck in a group of people who are focused on golfing! Like good for them, but that's just not exactly what I want to spend my time researching."

"Golfing??" you let out a small, shocked chuckle. "How did your professor decide that was the best group to place you in? Like you'd think they would pick some group that was reporting on a similar sport or something."

"He was worried this group would be too small compared to the others, or at least that was his excuse. I just hope this goes by quickly," he lets out a sigh as you nod your head.

"I hope for your sake too. I've had my fair share of horrible group projects."

"Enough about my suffering, what are you working on?" he moves closer to you to glance at what was displayed on your laptop.

"Well... I was hoping to study more because I have an exam next week... but I honestly haven't been able to focus that much."

"Hm, have you eaten anything?"

"Er... no?"

"Let's go get something to eat! Or I can finally make you something. Eating, or just getting away from staring at the screen for a bit, always helps. Clearly sitting here isn't helping you very much," he sits up, closing your laptop for you. "And after we eat, then you can continue trying, sound good?"

"Yea... that would probably help. Thanks, Kuroo."

"No problem! C'mon, let's go back to my place."

The walk back to Kuroo's place went by quickly as he chatted with you. Conversations with Kuroo seemed to flow by easily, he did pretty well at making sure to keep it engaging without making any awkward beats. Though, he did have a fair share of interesting jokes that make you give him questioning glances which he'd only return with a grin.

Once you guys entered, Kuroo tossed his bag off to the side and headed into the kitchen which you followed him into.

"Oh, and Kenma isn't here right now, he's out with Bokuto and Akaashi. Not sure when he'll be back."

"That's alright, no harm in spending time with his amazing roommate," you joke while taking a seat.

"Actually, it's Kenma's awesome roommate," he sends you a wink before turning to the fridge and pulling a few things out.

"Of course, of course, how could I forget," you roll your eyes. He sends you a grin before he starts working on making the food.

The whole time, Kuroo keeps up the conversation, multitasking perfectly well. You both enjoy the food and even manage to get some more time to study before realizing it was getting dark out.

"Kenma's definitely out late," you let out a hum.

"He rarely sees Akaashi, he doesn't go here. He just happened to be visiting, so while he might not say it out loud, he wants to spend some extra time with him. If it was just Bokuto, he would've been back by now," Kuroo laughs. "Though, I suppose it is getting quite late. Do you want me to walk you back to your place?"

"Hm... if you don't mind?"

"Sure! Let me grab my sweater and we can get going."

You give a small nod and he walks away, giving you a chance to gather your stuff before you both headed out of the building and started your trek to your dorm.

The moment the two of you entered your dorm building, Kuroo happened to pull out his phone and frown.

"Sorry, Kenma is calling, but I'll walk wait here till you text me to let me know you got back to your room."

You gave him a nod before heading to the elevator. Without any of the fancy protections, all you have to do is hit the button for the elevator to head to the lobby and open to take you up to your room.

Kuroo watches as the door close and talks quietly to Kenma, who was demanding for him to return back as soon as possible. He almost turns around after a few minutes, assuming you simply forgot to message him when the elevator doors open again and you come running out, looking around in a panic before your eyes land on him and running over immediately.

"Kuroo, can I stay the night at your place? Please? Like can we leave now?"

He raises a brow at your urgency but nods his head, walking with you quickly out the building, just missing as the elevator doors open once again and a man walks out, looking around the lobby in a hurry but not spotting whatever he was looking for.

0.14 -- Masterlist -- 0.16

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Things are starting to pick up eee

Sorry for how long this took to come out, I've had a few exams so I put my focus on those

Kuroo is obviously not a love interest here but it's kind of like he's an important step to be able to understand Kenma so you guys are becoming besties, that is how it works

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA (30f) for losing my cool/snapping at my roommate and friend (30m, who I will call Kyle) because he was too loud playing games online with his friends?

For context, in case it's needed: this happened a couple months ago, but it's been on my mind. We are both autistic and thus got a late start in our adult lives, in several ways. We have been friends for 10 years and have lived together for roughly 7 of them, on and off (we adopted 2 cats together many years ago, its just easier like this so we dont have to separate them or force one of us to be away from the cats. we love them very much. kind of a coparenting situation lol). Kyle has a salaried tech job that's remote for 70% of the time, and I've recently become a full-time online college student after failing to "make it" without a degree.

We live in a tiny 2-bedroom house that Kyle's family owns. We're only charged for utilities, which is why neither of us are leaving anytime soon (contrary to what you might assume, Kyle does not make a lot of money), especially since it's giving me the opportunity to go to school full-time and not worry about rent. Kyle helps me a lot with groceries and other necessities and I do most of the chores.

So we are always basically on top of each other, and sometimes we get on each other's nerves. We try to be respectful of each others' space, but it's hard because there is not much space in the first place.

I had a really busy day studying and doing homework, which is basically every day for me, since I'm taking 6 classes, 4 of which are STEM classes. So I tend to fall asleep early if I'm not unintentionally pulling all-nighters. I was trying to sleep when this happened around 9pm.

He usually closes his door because he knows he can be very loud, but it doesn't help much. I ended up having to close my own door to try and drown out some of his yelling and laughing, which I understand is going to happen and I try not to hold it against him.

But then he opened his door and left it wide open, so I could hear everything, like he was in the same room. Something really funny must have happened because he started scream-laughing.

Despite this being a semi-regular weekly occurrence, I was really startled. I figured, it probably wasn't intentional and he'll try to quiet down and close his door. I tried to relax and as soon as I started to fall asleep, he did it again, except louder.

This time he didn't stop, he was full-on screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs. Kinda like those game streamers/youtubers where literally all they do is scream the whole time? Very similar. My cat, who was asleep under the blanket on top of me, got startled awake and scratched the shit out of my leg.

I think this all triggered a "fight" response because I was suddenly just so incredibly pissed at Kyle, which I tried to get under control, but he would not stop screaming and I literally could not hear myself think.

(I cannot wear earplugs or have anything in/covering my ears for huge sensory reasons.)

Then my cat wanted to leave the room to see what the commotion was, so I had to open the door, which gave me a direct line of sight to to Kyle at his computer.

I walked over to his doorway. Tried to knock and call his name, but he didnt notice with his noise cancelling headphones on. So I slammed my hand against his door to get his attention & yelled "Hey! Shut the fuck up, Kyle!"

He looked surprised to see me and laughed and kinds waved it off and said "sorry, it got a little intense" and he started to explain what they were doing.

I cut him off and said "I don't care. Shut the hell up." He said he could close his door again, and I said "No, you need to stop. Just stop! You're freaking the cats out too!" and I pointed to my leg with huge bloody scratch marks, shut his door, went back to my room, shut my own door. And of course after that I had adrenaline coursing through my body and I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After that, I didnt hear a single sound from his room apart from an occasional quiet laugh. I started to feel guilty. I think I overreacted and ruined his fun. I know this is his way of blowing off steam halfway through the work week.

I also felt embarrassed because his friends probably heard me throwing a fit. We have lived with them before, and they're exactly that loud every single night. I have had to ask them to quiet down multiple times, and Kyle told me later on that gave them the impression that I'm. Well, "neurotic, controlling bitch" was heavily implied. Kyle is usually a lot more chill, but being around these guys influences him to act more like them.

But, I guess being loud while having fun isn't a crime, especially when it's not even 10pm yet. I feel like I proved his friends right, maybe.

The next morning I apologized, he apologized too, and everything seems to be good between us, but it's been a while and he's a lot quieter during game night now. He's such a reserved and stressed out person, he hardly ever laughs except when he's playing games, so I feel like I destroyed an important outlet.

I told another friend what happened and she said I didn't overreact at all and she would have flipped out way sooner if her husband did that. (Not sure it's comparable I mean we aren't married lol) And for the record, this friend and her husband were once part of a now-fractured friend group including Kyle and his game night friends, but grew apart, for a lot of reasons, but I think mainly because the Loud Gamer Friends never really grew up while everyone else matured and moved on to different phases in life.

Basically my friends current impression of Kyle is that he is a decent person but incredibly emotionally stunted and feels like he may unintentionally cope in ways that often hurt me without caring as much as she thinks he should. Which....feels partially accurate, I guess. But isn't that placing too much responsibility on him for my wellbeing? He does a lot for me, so it felt like an unfair thing to say.

My mom on the other hand, seems to fully think I am an asshole fun-ruiner. She thinks I should have tried harder to calm down. Maybe I should have approached him sooner - nicely.

And I agree. He probably would have tried his best to oblige even if he couldn't fully succeed. But that's the reason I didn't bother - in the past he has only been able to honor that kind of request for maybe 10-15 minutes, then forgets, and it's exhausting to keep reminding him.

Anyway... what does everyone here think?

[afyrian]

ch. 5 - november 1 masterlist

   "'how is married life going?' well, chat, it's interesting! i mean not much has changed, taxes were weird that's for sure," you sit in your office chair, one of your legs crossing the other, "but we've always been roommates so nothing different."

  you search the screen, tossing a piece of grass into a lake of lava. minecraft isn't necessarily your best game, rin having only briefly taught you for a stream. however, sometimes, on a calm evening, you like to play a game and interact with your followers. especially when they start getting engaged with both the game and your conversations.

  a new donation pops up on your second screen, the iconic voice reading out 'do you plan on admitting if the marriage is actually real...'. you widen your eyes, watching as the rest of the chat comments on the romance between the two of you. the countless videos, the closeness of the two of you, faking a wedding for a video. it just seemed all too much like coincidence for the people of twitch.

  "no, no, trust me! i do really love rintarō, but the marriage was ultimately for a joke. it was my idea to do it and he was totally up for it. the only part really messing with the both of us was when it was revealed we couldn't get divorced," you shrug, shaking off the idea of legitimately being married to rin.

  it wouldn't be bad, you figured. he was your first kiss (to make your crush jealous at the time), your closest friend, the one person you could binge a five hour youtube video essay with. being legitimately married with rin would be perfect, the only part would be him wanting to be married to. because truthfully you could never imagine him liking you like you like him.

  the comments continue spewing the idea that the two of you just don't want your relationship publicly on the internet. now, of course you'd want to keep most of your relationship personal, but it's hard to ignore the thought of the two of you kissing for a video. "chat, if rin and i were to ever actually date or get married, you'd be like the last to know. so how about we leave it alone and play a little minecraft?"

  you've very rarely had to put everyone in your comments in their place. however, the begging to know about your personal life with your closest friend strikes an annoying chord within you. especially if you don't know if you'd ever want that type of thing with him. but if you ever did, you don't want chat ruining that for you. luckily enough, the rest of your stream went as normally as it typically does. 

  when you take off your headphones, you can feel yourself already gaining some energy back. you love what you do, but sometimes answering all of those questions while concentrating on something else can drain you. so, you do what you always do after an honestly draining day. 

  you make your way into the kitchen and grab a few stacks, tossing them into a bowl and walking into the living room. on the couch sits rintarō who is binging another new show, feet resting on a small ottoman. when he notices you enter the room, he scoots over some to let you on. 

  "how was the stream?"

  "okay? i don't know, i just hate how incessant they can be on stuff they know nothing about. like our 'marriage', which they all assume was real and that's why we aren't divorced. like that's none of their business," you rant, unaware of rin having paused the show to bring his full attention to you.

  like normal, you lay down on the couch, resting your feet on his lap. “well, i could always say something to my subscribers,” rintarō looks over at you, resting on of his hands on the top of your socks. 

  “you would? i don’t want to force that on you, i just feel so frustrated,” you frown, crossing your arms over your chest with just enough of a force to really show your feelings.

  “yeah, absolutely. i mean it sucks that we need to, because we’ve said all that we’ve need to say, but i’m willing to do that for you. for us,” he shrugs, his hand rubbing the top of your feet in a soothing motion.

  the stress leaves your system and you find yourself closing your eyes in relaxation. you open your eyes and peer over at the screen. on it is a new show that you’ve been meaning to watch, rin having just started the first episode. as soon as he sees the look on your face, he starts the show over and rests his cheek onto his fist.

a/n: sorry this took so a bit longer than normal!!

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 10: virginity

nct/wayv 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Liu Yangyang NSFW

🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤

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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."

Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.

"It was just a joke," says Renjun.

You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"

"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."

Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."

Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."

But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.

What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).

But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.

Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."

It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.

The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.

You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.

Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.

But Yangyang...

"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.

He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."

"Because you were kind of out of pocket."

"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."

That's a good plan, in theory.

Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.

After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.

You stick around.

The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.

It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-

Well. No reason to go overboard.

You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.

He doesn't answer. You knock harder.

The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"

"He went home," you interrupt.

"Then you should-"

"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"

"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"

You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."

It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.

"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.

There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.

"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."

"He never feels bad."

That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."

"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."

"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."

Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."

"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."

He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"

"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.

"Really?"

"In my experience, yes."

There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.

It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" he whines.

"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"

"You're already here!"

You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"

"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."

You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.

"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.

But even as you protest, you know how you feel.

Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.

"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."

"Ew."

As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-

"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."

"You wouldn't dare-"

But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.

Well.

Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.

You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.

Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.

Right onto Yangyang.

He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.

Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.

"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).

He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."

Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.

"Then it's your lucky day."

[readerg1rl]

Your new roommate jungkook

my bff is a k-pop fan and asked me to make this 🥲👍 im doing this as best as i can cuz idk anything about k-pop or jungkook

Aaaand... there might be some typos, i did this in a hurry sooo... Yeah

Word count (only text): 4.5k

Fem!reader, friends to lovers, oral (both ways) sex p to v, hugs, lizzy kisses, kisses, degradation (only once)

18+ Minors don't interact

"FUCK YOU" you say to your roommate as you enter your shared dorm

The microwave explodes with her Bolognese spaghetti and meatballs and it is all across the room, the smell of burnt spaghetti and plastic is everywhere and you just can't take it

"You are always like this!" You shout since this is the last straw

"What do you mean?" She says almost innocently "it's not a big deal"

"Not a big deal?! The whole room smells like your damn spaghetti and burnt electronic!" You shout

"I know but-" she looks at the ground

"No buts! Im moving away to another dorm, good luck" you shout as you go to pack your stuff. You are extra mad, it looks like hot steam will come right out of your nose and ears based on how mad you are right now. You take a couple of deep breaths and try to think who will now be your roommate. Maybe you went overboard, it's not like she did that on purpose. But no, she does this all the time, maybe it's for the best.

After you pack your stuff you go out and say your final goodbyes, now comes the hard part. Finding a roommate.

You go through dozens and dozens of dorms but every dorm has ben filled, this leaves you with 2 options, go back in shame or ask your friend aka crush Jungkook.

He is tall and funny, he is a year older than you and has tattoos all over his left arm, it makes him look so cool. He likes to drink and to joke around, he smokes cigarettes and has THE sexiest wolf cut, he har multiple ear piercings and such a nice body-

"okay, the last option..." You say to yourself as you unsurely walk to his dorm.

As you get closer and closer adrenaline really sets in, why are you so scarred? Why are you sweating? Why do you walk so slow? Why did it end like this? Are all the questions you have been asking yourself, it's not like you two are going to do anything. You will just be sharing a room with him...

You knock on the door "WHAT AM I DOING" you scream in your head so nervous

He opens a door and he is wearing light grey pants and a black hoodie, a pair of headphones and a joystick. He must have played some videogames cuz he even has a popcorn on his hoodie

"oh, hey" he says taking off his headphones and puts them around his neck

"hi, I'll be quick. The microwave in my dorm room exploded so im looking for a place to stay and i was wondering..."

"you can stay at my place" jungkook replies while getting the popcorn off of his hoodie

"Really?!" Your eyes widen

"yeah, do you want me to say it in Spanish? Come in and make yourself at home" he chuckles to himself and welcomes you in

"thank you so much, i went all around campus, you were my last option"

"why the last one, do you not like me?" He makes a sad face trying to amuse you and make you feel more comfortable

You chuckle "no, no, i just-"

"it's fine, i don't care, im happy you found your solution" he smiles "i only have my bed so..."

"i can sleep on the couch, it's no problem"

"really" he says

"yeah, you are the one who lets me stay here in the first place" you smile reassuringly

"okay then. You can unpack your stuff and put it in that closet"

"okay" you head over to open it and find a half of it full of jungkook's clothes

"you can use the other half" he says approvingly

"o-okay" you nod. The closest is filled with his scent and all of his stuff is just out here, his hoodies, pants, shirts, jackets. There are drawers for underwear tho but still... the thoughts of seeing his underwear is exciting enough.

You put your stuff there and it looks tidy enough, you just can't imagine him seeing you sleep and eat and just be chill, it's too embarrassing, but still extremely exciting, i mean, what are the chances that you share the same dorm as your crush?

He gets out of his room "it looks like you already finished" he gives it a quick glance "you are really tidy" he chuckles "teach me how to be like you" he says in a joking tone

"what are you playing" you ask curiously

"some videogames" he tries to not make it a big deal

You smell some tobacco but you don't make a big deal out of it

"im going out, see ya later, roomie" he says with a chuckle and a wink

"see you later" you wave your hand at him, you are still in front of your shared closet... he wouldn't notice if you only gave a quick peak to his underwear drawer. You think as your heart beats faster, no, it doesn't feel right, but its so intimidating and, what is the worst that can happen...

"okay" you say to yourself, you open the drawer and give it a quick look "oh my-" he wears some big boxers, made of fine cotton with elastic on the top and bottom, just, perfect. You are just staring in his drawer amazed that you get to see this

He starts to enter the dorm and as soon as you hear it you close the drawer and stand up, you looked very suspicious

"i forgot my phone" he gives you a glance and a smirk as you just stand there nervously "I don't mind" he says as he goes out the door

What does it mean 'i don't mind' he doesn't mind what? Did he mean that he saw you or figured out what were you doing and told you as don't do it again, or that you can do it more? You have so many questions but you decide to definitely don't do that again and just sit on the couch and do something on your phone

About few hours later he returns and he brought a bag full of something. BEER? Is it really what you saw? It doesn't matter, he is enough responsible to do whatever he wants with his life, but why so many tho?

Few days pass and you got used to him and it seems like he got used to you, he is always trying to make you laugh and he always succeeds. The amount of beer didn't go down, not even by one can, you wonder why?

Its sunday

"Y/n, me and my friend are going to hang out, you can come with us, if you want to" he asks kindly

"i already have plans with my girls, but maybe some other time" you reply with a smile

"okay, well, see you" he waves and gets out

You wave back to him "now, what should i wear to go out with my girls?" You ask yourself, you find a really cute shorts black shorts and a cute white crop top to wear, just perfect for this hot weather.

You put it on and it looks perfect, the black shorts make your legs look just perfect, and the crop top really exaggerates your curves, perfect contrast combination.

You put your dorm key, phone and money in your pocket and head out to meet up with your girls.

The rendezvous with the girls goes well, you first went to a cafe, then to a shopping and then to eat. You return home and decide ta take a quick nap.

You wake up from the nap and see that your roommate aka jungkook iz still not here, you decide to just put some movie on the TV

He returns into your dorm, and looks over to see what are you doing "may i watch with you?" He asks politely

"yeah, sure" you reply turning your head to him but keeping your eyes to the movie

He chuckles at you "popcorn, beer?" He asks heding to the kitchen

"popcorn is fine, i don't really drink" you smile politely to which he frowns

"come on, i'll still get you one" he winks and purposely makes you blush hard

"i- i really don't drink" you reply nervously

"who do you think i bought all this beer for" he opens the fridge

"i- yourself?" You say akwardly

He comes over with few cans of cool beer and opens one for you "drink up baby girl"

“I- i really can’t, I shouldn’t” he puts the beer into your hand and nudges it towards your mouth

“come on, don’t be a coward” he says and takes a sip of his “see nothing happened now come on, y/n, y/n, y/n” he starts cheering for you to drink

“Okay… but just a sip” you say hesitantly while getting the can close to your face

“i knew that i liked you for a reason” he says with no hesitation and almost makes you spill the beer out of your mouth from shock

you swallow “what?”

“ oh i mean more than a friend… do you like me too?” he turns towards you and your body is acting on your own trying to take another sip and he just watches it go higher and higher, closer and closer to your mouth

“yeah, yeah…” you murmur looking away and finaly taking your second sip and blushing HARD

he puts a hand on your thigh and looks back to the movie “let’s watch it now”

“yeah” you are so tense, you don’t know what to do, you are giving his strong hand on your thigh small glances, you glance down every time he gently squeezes it or carefully caresses it. All of that gives you goosebumps and it kinda feels like a dream come true, but… what’s next, what is the next move?

after some time of thinking what should you do you alcohol hits in, have already drank the whole can and you could really go for another one so you put the empty one on the coffee table and open the second one as silent as you can but junkook doesn’t do anything just starts caressing your thigh more passionately as a sign of reassurance, and it works, your sips are more comfortable and it even slowly starts to get you drunk, drunk enough to be easy to control but still on your right mind

“You are so cute” he says cocky while looking at you right in the eyes with pure passion and a little playfulness in his voice

“you are cute too” you say trying to sound confident accepting his game

“do you think that i could get a kiss on the cheek?” He got really bold, but you are as bold as him

“of course baby” you tease him and cup his cheek, you make sure to give him a really good kiss on the cheek

“i wonder how would that kiss feel on my lips” he got almost too bold and not that you would do it if you weren’t drunk, it would just be psychically impossible, i mean, to kiss jungkook? No way

“you wanna find out, cutie” you wink, you are feeling bold and unstoppable, you also try to be a bit cocky and it does make a tent in his pants. You kiss him, it feels amazing.

you open your mouth a bit making a little of a gap between your teeth and he puts the palm of his right hand on the back of your head and left hand around your hips gently pulling you closer and making his way into your mouth. You try not to gasp and moan but the way he tastes you and savour all of your taste like its something that he will never taste again makes you moan and gasp anyways. He swallows all of your moans and gasps with his grunts, the wet sounds of your wet lips and tongues fill the room air with passion and desire, desire for something more.

the kiss finally breaks and he takes of his shirt “let’s have some fun” it seems like he got turned on by you and your amazing kiss, that’s a plus but it still makes you blush and feel bit awkward because… seeing him without a shirt, i mean, his muscles and abs and chest and biceps and his arms… it makes you go crazy in your head, he is built like a god, you imagine your hands flowing freely from his chest to his abs, to his chest again and his strong biceps as he gently moans or grunts and squirms udder your touch of a feather

“your turn” he says with a cocky grin, he seems really mischievous tonight. He watches carefully as you hesitate to take off your crop top off leaving you in your silky baby pink bra

“here you ho” you blush

“all of it” he demands playfully

“you really look desperate to see me bare” you try to act dominant “i mean, look at your eyes… full of desire like a dog staring at a treat” with that you take off your bra off and reveal your beautiful big and round breasts

“oh my-” he blushes at the sight, and with that all of his confidence leaves his body, time to show him who is the dominant one

"aren't you a cute one, don't be shy... i mean, you asked for it first, use your chance" you say as his fingers slowly but surely find their way to one of your breasts, his precise fingers gently travel to your nipple tracing circles around it, he then slowly cups your breast and squeezes it, it doesn't feel real, your crush, jungkook touching you and you know that he won't stop just here, when he does something he does it till the end and makes sure that he is fully satisfied.

"don't be shy" you say with a cocky grin and a big blush spreading across your cheeks and ears

He first lifts his head nod moving eyes from your cupped breast then his eyes slowly find way to your eyes, you made him blush so hard and he looks so cute

"i know but... i mean- yeah, you're right" he then takes a big breath and puts his other hand on your other breast trying to look more confident, he starts fondling slowly

"is this okay?" He asks trying to make this more comfortable for both of you

"It's fine but... you really shouldn't hold back when i tell you so" you say trying to get to him, you like being dominant but you also like the male to be dominant too. It is fun to rule him but it's even more fun to not know what comes next and just feel more, this should be fun, not stressful

"why are you scared, i won't bite, i won't tell..." you look a bit worried for him, you were once friends whit his now ex girlfriend and she said that he is never afraid to ask or do in bed, you just couldn't understand if you went wrong somewhere or if you went overboard

"i just never imagined that i would be with you" what does it mean with you?

"what do you mean?" You ask bit unsure

"i just had a huge crush on hou even before you moved into my dorm so... you being here with me is amazing and i am a bit scared of doing something wrong because im scared that you will not like me anymore" he confesses it all wich leaves you in shock

"i understand but... i won't look at you any differently i-... if i didn't wanna do this i wouldn't have taken off my shirt"

"yeah, alright" he gets confident, more confident than you imagined he would

You nod in reassurance and he then pauses the movie and scoops you up, he brings you bride style to his room and lays you down to his bed

He gets over you and starts fondling your breasts with more force and desire, he becomes more passionate with pinching your nipples with his middle finger and thumb, rolling them and flicking and pressing with his index finger, he does it like he want to squeeze those moans and gasps out of you

You try to hold them back and it kind of works but then he lowers his mouth to one of your sensitive nipples and gently starts to suck on it and it makes you squirm and moan, even making you gasp at some points

But like that wasn't enough, he starts nibbling on it and flicking it with his tongue making you moan and squirm, gripping his hair by the roots and holding it in place while wrapping your legs around his strong hips. Your head drops back in pleasure and your eyes roll to the back of your head, he seems to be really enjoying this because he doesn't miss a chance to make eye contact with you

Every Time you check up on him by lifting your head you find his eyes looking deep into yours while not letting your bud go out of his mouth

He finally stops teasing your bud with a mischievous grin that makes you blush harder than you already are and looks you in the eyes, slowly lifting himself once again and giving your breasts few firm squeezes, slapping one for the end

"good girl, you moaned loud and clear like a slut... I like that" he says without any shame in his voice

He goes closer to your face and goes over to your ear "do you wanna keep going baby girl" after that he starts gently nibbling on your earlobe, so this means when his ex told him that he doesn't hold back. Even though he was kind of harsh it may stimulated a bit of degradation kink and little bit of a praise kink

"mmm~ yes my love, of course" you reply with slight desire in your voice and desperation in your voice too

"Splendid" he chuckles and goes lower moving his head close to in-between of your thighs, slowly lifting one and then kissing it going higher and softly nibbling on your other inner thigh

"look how wet you are already" he groans while sliding his fingers over your drenched clothed folds, slowly teasing it with his fingers precisely going up and down and then up and down again tracing circles around your clothed clit looking really carefully at your reactions, listening to every moan and every gasp like a melody yet to be finished

he finally finishes and takes off your panties but not your skirt, he likes to tease you

he moves his head in between your thighs and starts working with his mouth, as the skirt covers his head completely you have to only imagine what is he looking under it as your head falls back and eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan loudly in pleasure

he first gently kisses your slides then kisses your clit then gently sucks on it, then kisses it again, he then traces circles around your clit and licks your pussy from bottom to top slurping all of your juices, he then continues licking and sucking for quite some time making sure that every movement pulls at leas a gasp from your drooling in pleasure mouth

your hips move up and down trying to press harder on his face in need of more friction, in need of more pleasure, soon enough he realizes that just the licks around your clit and licks over your wet folds aren't enough so he tries to insert his tongue as much as possible inside your dripping pussy to taste more of you and your beautiful juice and feel you clench around his tongue as you are nearing your first orgasm of the night

he gently puts his teeth around your swollen but and gently nibble it, flicking it with his tongue making you go crazy in pain and in pleasure

"I'm close, fuck" you moan loudly as you enter a phase of holding your orgasm in

"go all out on me princess" he groans as your words make him go harder and faster with his godly work of his mouth not holding back and not letting his tongue fail him

"no" you shout in a moan "stop first" you shout desperately in need for release, but you don't want to come all over you

"I wont leave your pussy alone till you cum" he grunts working even faster and more aggressively and finally making you cum as he swallows all of the magical potion that comes right out of your pussy with a wet slurp at the end

he slowly rises his head from your sensitive pussy and looks at you with a wide grin spreading across his wet face

"how did you like it princess" he asks with a cocky tone but you are just now starting to come down from your high and realize what you have done, and as soon as you realize it you hug him tight

"don't do that to me ever again" you say with a chuckle

"don't worry, you were amazing, and I must say" he licks his lips and wipes some sweat and cum off his face "your pussy tastes delicious"

you blush a lot and reply in a bit embarrassed tone "thanks" avoiding eye contact and staring down

"look..." he says scratching the back of his head "I made you feel good so I think that it's a time for little repay, don't you think?" he grins

"how should i do that" you ask almost expecting his answer

"blow me" he demands

"um... okay" you reply nervously "so... do you want me to do it while you stand or lay down?" you ask bit nervous

"while I stand, ok?" he slowly starts to get off his bed and takes off his pants standing only in his boxers "now..." he stands next to his bed and points right in front of him "on your knees" he demands as you get off the bed, then stand in front of him, then get on your knees

you take off his boxers as you see his huge dick spring right out of them with even a little pre-cum leaking out of it

you start giving him small kisses over his tip an his slit not knowing how to start, you lick the pre-cum off his tip and slowly start taking him in and out of your mouth

he locks his fingers on the back of your head holding you by your hair and gently rocking his hips back and forth for more depth

you try to get as much of him in your mouth as possible but he is just too big, so h takes matters into his own hands and starts holding your head in place while trying to put all of him in you, he gags you and puts him whole in your mouth and even chokes you for a few seconds but that doesn't seem like enough for him

"on the bed" he commands in so much neediness in his voice that makes you just obey as he takes off your skirt

he puts your legs over his shoulders and lines up against your entrance before quickly thrusting into you completely ignoring your waits and don'ts he is jus too much in need to care right now

he enters your pussy without any warning completely stretching you open and making you adjust to his big size, he goes fast and hard on you, pulling it all the way out and quickly slamming it all the way in as you clench around him every time he hits your g-spot

you cry in pleasure every time he rocks into you holding on to the bed sheets for your dear life but then he goes so fast, e gripped his sheets too and goes to fast to hold back

his needy grunts escaping his mouth every time he feels your pussy and inner walls clench around him make him go faster even more making you cry and drool in pleasure trying so hard not to pass out from over stimulation of his neediness he is inflicting on you

and without any warning with a final grunt and thrust his cum fills your pussy to the top, coating your burning inner walls white as you moan in a bliss as he does a few more thrusts to slowly get off his high

he slowly pulls out after a literal minute of keeping it in and watches you drip his fresh and warm cum on to his sheets and laying down motionless in a bliss

"oh shit- I'm sorry" he says bit worried by seeing you in this state "can you stand?" he asks and makes you try to get off the bed to get you to the shower but your legs are too weak and you just fall to the ground, struck by gravity

he quickly buts you back to bed apologizing, he puts a chair into his shower and scoops you up placing you don on the chair and washing you giving you many warm kisses on your cheeks and lips and forehead and nose

when he finishes up he just puts you into your pjs and makes you wait a bit on the sofa to clean up the mess in his room

"you can sleep with me in my bed" he says extending his arm to you which you take

you two end up cuddling in his bed, he is the big spoon and he is just hugging all of you as you are pressed against him and his strong chest and muscles

he pets your hair

'you are the most wonderful girl I know" he says sweetly with a warm tone "I love you"

" I love you too" you kiss him and he kisses you back and it starts off with him gently moaning against your lips and biting and nibbling on your juicy lower lip, then you nibble on his lower lip and realize that he left his mouth relaxed and bit opened so you try to insert your tongue into his mouth and start tasting him slowly, little by little

in a moment out of surprise he opens his eyes just a bit to see your face as you work your thing in his mouth, and he accepts it, he closes his eyes again and tries to work his way to your mouth and there you two are caught in the most breath taking kiss ever, you two express all your love over this exact kiss as the light moans and slurps of saliva and the feeling of pure passion fill the room

"I love you" he says as you two finally break the kiss somehow

"I love you too" you reply nuzzling your head into his chest hugging him tight as possible

he just pats your head as you two both slowly drive off to sleep

[chershare]

Lamenting. Alas, the fates are cruel.

And my brain meat is being dumb.

This has no real importance so feel free to ignore it i am apparently just using tumblr to vent my feelings more than I have at any point since i joined this hellsite. This is probably fine.

Wish i had a house. So i could have things with which to fill it. So that i don't feel like I'm interrupting my roommates, who are my best friends, or disturbing them whenever i leave my room to eat. Putting off eating for long periods of time and subsisting off of small snacks for the same reason. Wish i didn't have to be woken up by their kids screaming at each other or crying in the night even tho i love those kids. Wish returning home from work felt like returning to a space that is safe and mine and without other people's expectations. It has nothing to do with them, and I feel bad even thinking about it. I can't expect them to leave, even for a day because that's a full ass family with two small children and we all live together. Only one of them works because childcare is a literal nightmare to figure out.

It's always fucking wild when i go on a work trip and I'm alone in this tiny little apartment, with like 12 kitchen utensils including plates and bowls, constant sirens going on in yhe background, and feel less stressed than returning to a house full of people who do love me but are always there in a way that mentally drains me. I've been gone for weeks now and I'm sleeping more and eating on a regular schedule. I'm sitting in the little living room rather than hiding in the bedroom. Like, sure, I'm working 10 and 12 hr shifts six days a week and I'm exhausted but that's mostly physically. I *want* to go back to this shitty apartment where the hallways smell like dog. Without having to worry about human interaction or other people.

And it's like, I have all these things i want to have, things I want to do. But I can't do them without my own place, and the rent I pay at home is super cheap because my roommates are related to the landlord and rent is fucking atrocious everywhere else. And yet I also can't afford to buy a house because people from other areas bought everything cheaper and just commute to work when I work in that town. I don't want a 2 hour commute to get to work just so I can afford a place to live and live on my own.

I'm looking into how the fuck mortgage loans work and I'm so confused, especially because nothing gives me a straight answer on how the fuck I would go about it, how much I couldget approved for, and the few bits that do tell me things tell me to talk to someone from whatever companies or lenders. Feels like they make this as confusing as possible on purpose - whoch I'd believe - just so you have to pay for consultation and stuff. Don't get me started on trying to find a realtor that wouldn't try to take me for all I'm worth.

Ugh.

I wanna be able to get up and pace when I'm trying to plot out a scene or dialogue and not worry about getting in someone's way. I want to stand in the kitchen to eat and not have people comment on it - even jokingly - or need to move out of the way of someone else, which seems small but i do a lot of standing eating because of my back and it gets super goddamn frustrating. I want to get a goddamn dog. I want a fishtank. I want bookshelves and to be able to watch shows without headphones and not feel like I'm bothering people. I want to be able to do my laundry without someone else's permission because they live on a different schedule. I want to be able to use my favorite air fresheners that my best friend doesn't like.

Life is hard guys. Like, this all petty little inconveniences. I've cut most of the bad things out of my life, including toxic familial situations, so I've got it pretty good. I'm financially stable for all my bitching, but that does have a lot to do with the low rent and play fast and hard with credit in a way that has suprisingly been going well for me so I have some savings. My health is a roller-coaster but i have good insurance for my current problems. The family i do talk to pays me back after borrowing money - unlike those I don't speak to anymore - even if it's slowly.

I paid off my old medical debt. I have a gaming laptop for travel that i bought with a BestBuy credit card and managed to pay off. I have a pc now for gaming as well, which I'm now paying off on that same card. I have a fulltime job.

If this was a decade ago I could have afforded all the small amenities that I'm complaining about. Houses i look at now were nearly 200k less, even 1b1b 600sqft boxes with obviosu damage or age related problems. It's insane.

Instead of having a small place to myself, I am living in one room. A bed, a desk, a dresser, a couple of small shelves on the wall that i had to pack away my few figurines to keep from getting them damaged when my roommates decided we needed new carpet. It's more than the mattress on the floor and living out of one laundry basket I used to do, but it still doesn't feel like mine.

I dunno. It's really only something i think about when I'm away, like right now. It's just hard for someplace to feel like home when you always feel like you're intruding on someone else's family, even if I know they don't think that way. We moved in together because of financial stability and they're great. There's nothing wrong with them, screaming kids and all; I just want space and quiet and my own things that are bought with my own interests and aesthetic in mind.

Um. End ramble

[thebuckblogimo]

Random notes transcribed from my phone plus other snippets of thought.

September 29, 2023

For the last six months I've been fairly diligent about recording thoughts that pop into my head on the Notes app of my phone--stuff that's even briefer than I wrote about in my previous blog entry. I've transcribed them here for your consideration:

I dislike packing. Especially for winter trips to Florida. It takes days for me to round up boxes; figure out where I put various books, papers and pamplets I want to take; assemble cables, chargers, foodstuffs, tools, bottles of wine, etc.; and determine how many t-shirts, pairs of sox, sweatshirts, etc. I should pack. And then there are all the other things I have to do before departing--put cable and internet on hold, turn off the water, pack the car-top carrier and more. Geesh...

I take heat from my wife for using what I call a "travel box." It's an old Leinenkugle's beer case--made of thick cardboard--the kind that was popular during the '50s and '60s. It's ideal for transporting books, magazines, headphones, chargers, bottles of vitamins, packages of gummies, etc. Totally practical.

I don't care for emogis. Never have. I've probably used them only a handful of times in texts. To me they're just crappy clip art.

I don't like to order pizza online. I much prefer ordering over the phone. It's the only way I can be sure of getting my pizza "with onions on half of it."

I don't get the point of those bulbous, graphic letters used in graffiti on trains, subway cars, freeway overpasses, etc. If you're going to deface public property, be creative and do something different.

I know there are TV monitors in every major college and professional football stadium pressbox. And I understand that some people can read lips. Still, I've never been able to get used to coaches who cover their mouths with a clipboard as they discuss plays or strategies with their assistants up in the booth.

I don't know how many times I've said this, but ... Often, when having conversation with friends, someone will say, "Not to change the subject..." And then they go and change the subject.

I used to enjoy playing Wordle the first thing every morning for about a year, until I decided that I enjoy my first cup of coffee even more by reading a well written opinion piece along with it.

It bugs me when I drive through areas where the gas stations display the price per per gallon with small letters below that say "Cash"; and the next displayed price is ten cents more when you pay by "Credit."

It makes me uncomfotable to look into the eyes of homeless people who stand on busy streetcorners with cardboard signs in their hands as they panhandle for money. I'm sure some are truly down on their luck, but there are a lot of scam artists out there, too.

As a stupid 19-year-old in college, I once borrowed--well, "expropriated"--11 bicycles in one day. I would take a beat up, unlocked bike at one rack and leave it at the rack in front of the building for my next class, at my dorm or the book store.

Sometimes I count how many times a bartender shakes the stainless steel container for making my "straight up" martini. I've concluded that the best martinis are shaken at least 100 times.

I often say that I was very young when my Dad would regularly take me to different corner bars in the old Detroit neigborhood where he grew up. Every one of them had a drinking age calendar with tear-off pages hanging on the back bar that said something like this: TO OBTAIN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES YOU MUST HAVE BEEN BORN BEFORE THIS DATE IN (fill in the year). Let's say he took me to one of those joints when I was nine years old. Which would have been in 1956. That means the year printed on the calendar would have been 1935. Yikes!

Random memory: It was the spring of either 1966 or '67. My first college roommate (Hi, Eric), who grew up in a small town with a single stoplight in the thumb of Michigan, came to my home in Dearborn for a weekend visit. On a beautiful afternoon we got into the car with my Dad who proceeded to travel east on Warren Ave., past Lonyo, into Detroit. I can't recall our destination. But shortly after we traveled past the Springwells Water Treatment Plant on the left, my roomie looked right and started to laugh. "What's up?" I asked. The name of a bar on the south side of Warren struck him as being hilarious: The Atomic Bar. You had to be there.

Observation: The three favorite words/phrases used by young restaurant wait staffers these days are "awsome," "perfect" and "of course."

I get disappointed when I ride my bike or motor scooter through Grand Haven State Park and don't pick up the smell of bacon and eggs being cooked on a charcoal grill in the morning.

I'm not a big fan of using semicolns. But sentence fragments? Love 'em.

As a writer, I probably used dictionaries more often than most people I knew during my life. Now I love using the Merriam-Webster app on my computer or phone.

Speaking of dictionaries, when I was in high school there was a nun at St. Al's who regularly said to the class, "Students, take out your 'dics.'" You can imagine how the pals reacted to that one.

I get really irritated with Mr. Dopey Gym Guy. He's the dude who loads up the bar with weights, then walks across the room to talk to his buddy for 15 minutes, and gets irritated with me when he comes back and says, "I was using that."

I never watched a single episode of The Sopranos, Sex in the City, Orange Is the New Black, Game of Thrones or any other television series. But now that CBS has relaunched Yellowstone, right after Sixty Minutes on Sunday nights, I'm all in.

In my opinion, going to bed at 10 o'clock and getting up at 6:00 is better than going to bed at 12:00 and getting up at 8:00.

Finis.

[melanieph321]

This might be my favorite Lichantony fic so far!!! Enjoy my fellow addicts! +18

Summary - whilst away on international duty Lisandro and Antony still finds a way to keep In touch.

Enjoy!

So...can we facetime?"

"No."

"Send pictures?"

"No."

"What can we do then?"

"I'm talking to you on the phone right now, aren't I?"

"Yes, but I want to see you."

"Forget it Antony."

A sound interrupts them as Antony's roommate walks in to grab his headphones.

"Who was that?" Lisandro said, only hearing someone enter the room on the other end of the line.

"Paqueta." Antony said.

"You're sharing rooms with Paqueta?"

"Beds actually."

"What?"

"Kidding." Antony laughs. "We are roomates though."

"I never liked that guy." Lisandro mutters.

"You don't like any of ny friends. Besides, you've never even met Lucas. We never got a chance to play against you in the world cup."

"But he plays for West Ham. We face them at least three times a season."

"Yeah, yeah, be glad he doesn't play for Man City of all teams."

Silence fell on Lisandro's end. He hated when Antony played smart with him. "I guess so." He muttered.

"So how was your day?" Antony said, changing subject, although he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Normal. I woke up, ate, trained, ate again and then went back to sleep."

"That's it? That's all you did today? Eat, sleep, train, repeat?"

Lisandro shrugged his shoulders, aware that Antony couldn't possibly know he did that.

"Tell me more about your day Licha." Antony pleaded. "In detail this time."

"Fine." He sighed. "I woke up and put on some clothes. Then I–"

"What clothes? Describe them."

"Really?" Lisandro rolled his eyes. There was a crunching sound coming from Antony's end of the line as he had begun chewing on something. Either way, Lisandro presumed.

"I just put on the regular team kit for training. There, happy now?"

"Are you sure it was the training kit and not the match kit. You know how forgetful you get when it comes to—"

"I'm sure." Lisandro hissed.

Antony's laughter erupted in his ear, well aware that Lisandro was blushing right now.

"Don't think I won't dare hang up on you."

"I'm sorry Licha, but you must admit that you're very forgetful when it comes to what team kit to wear, especially in Manchester."

"Why do they make us wear five different kit's? It's a waist of clothes."

"But it's good for business. You know how the fans love to collect all sets every season. I even bought my son a pair for Christmas."

"Oh, yeah, how is he?"

"My son? He's fine. He just recovered from the cold he had. He's been getting alot of those since we moved to England."

"He's a strong little guy though, I'm sure he'll be fine."

"He will." Antony said, smiling into his pillow. Lisandro had always been good to his son. "He loved the drone you got him for his birthday, amongst other gifts. I think you bought him more presents than I."

Lisandro chuckled. "What can I say, that's the reason kids love me. Just ask Fred, his son loves me too."

Antony bit down on his bottom lip as he knew that his next question might cause some sparks. However he was curious to know. "Do you think you'll have kids of your own?"

It was as if the plug was pulled and all power went out. Lisandro seized to laugh as silence fell on his end.

"Licha, you there?" Antony immediately regretted asking. Sometimes his curiosity got the best of him. It was stupid, he was stupid for always making Lisandro—"

"One day."

Antony had trailed off, but returned from his thoughts as Lisandro spoke quietly. "Really, how many?"

Again, Antony was useless when it came to hiding his eager emotions.

"I dunno? One, maybe two."

Antony nodded, phone pressed to his ear. "One, maybe two sounds good."

"How about you?" Lisandro asked. "Do you want more kids?"

Antony smiled. "I dunno. I got it right the first time, there is no one more perfect than my son Lorenzo."

"I get it." Lisandro said, he had been holding his breath for the past two minutes as the conversation between the two had entered a unknown territory. "Your son is perfect, why would you want more? "

"I'm not resolute though. " Antony was quick to add. "In life you never know. Perhaps is better not to plan for things such as children, God knows I didn't when it came to Lorenzo."

Lisandro already knew that Antony had a son back when they both played for Ajax. It was one of the things he admired the most about him. It must be difficult leaving your infant son behind in the hopes of pursuing your dreams to play professional football. However Antony had always been passionate about what he did, that's what Lisandro admired the most about him. That and other things.

"Tony?"

Silence had krept again, this time on Antony's end of the line.

"Yes Licha?"

"Tell me about your day and be specific."

Antony smiled. "Well...I woke up around seven, got dressed and—"

"Got dressed in what?" Lisandro interrupted.

Antony chuckled. "The teams training kit of course."

"Are you still wearing them now?"

"Of course not." Antony snorted. Training had ended hours ago. Most players chilled in their rooms playing video games.

"No? What are you wearing now then?"

"Oh?" Antony raised a brow hearing the seductive in Lisandro's voice. "Shorts." He said, curling his toes underneath the duvet.

"And..." Lisandro said, expecting there to be more. After all he had asked Antony to be specific.

"Just that. I'm only wearing a pair of shorts."

"Nothing underneath?"

"Nope. " Antony said, a devious smirk twitching his lip.

"Good." Lisandro said, his smirk fully formed. "Do as I say. Put you hand in your shorts."

"But how am I supposed to continue talking to you?"

"Your other hand dumbo."

Antony's laughter echoed in the night. However Lisandro didn't like playing to many games. "Have you done it?" He asked, his voice demanding.

"Yes." Antony said.

"Good. Tell me what you feel?"

Antony adjusted himself on the bed,  one hand deep in his shorts, the other pressing the phone to his ear. "I feel something hard Licha." He said, in a troubled voice.

"How hard?" Lisandro groaned, his own hand eagerly snaking its way down his sweatpants.

"Very hard Licha" Antony moaned. "What should I do?"

"Touch yourself for me."

"Now?" Antony was a bit taken by Lisandro's sudden initiative.

"Yes now. We'll do it together."

"You're doing it too." Antony brought himself to sit. He heard the smothered groans coming from the other end of the line. "Licha?" He frowned. However there was no answer, just continued groans, muffled up by something shaking the microphone.

A deep sigh. "I fucking love you Antony, did you know that?" Lisandro returned to the phone, appearing reborn somehow.

"I...didn't." Antony fell back against his pillow, his gaze wandering to the ceiling above.

"I've never told you that?"

"Maybe?" Antony said, trying to remember the times Lisandro declared his love for him. "At least not while sober." He chuckled.

"No?" Lisandro said, a slight guilt developing within.

"No, but it's okay." Antony shook his head. "I get it. You can't be—"

"Antony." Lisandro said firmly.

"Yes?"

"I love you. I mean it every time I say it, sober or not."

Antony smiled and nodded. "Me too. I love you."

"Have a goodnight." Lisandro said, yawning into the phone.

"Have a good practice tomorrow. Don't forget to put on the correct kit."

"Ha ha. I'll call you tomorrow okay."

"Okay."

"Same time?"

"Same time."

"Okay bye."

"Bye Licha, sleep tight."

[rebeccccccaaa]

ᴄᴀᴛ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ?

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: sorry in advanced if you don’t like iced coffee lol

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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Pairing: (Roommate!)Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,884

Warnings: slight smut in the middle containing oral (f receiving) and p in v; the rest is fluff.

Summary: The one where reader braids Bucky's hair.

A/N: so I'm kinda terrible at summaries.. and plotting. I saw the art and I did what any person with a heart would, I kept picturing situations where Bucky gets his hair braided. This is bad but Please enjoy:' xx.

Beautiful Bucky art is by the amazing @yourecutejeans thank you so much for letting me use your drawing 💜

Bucky smiled lovingly as he sat down on the chair before the mirror, his eyes and hers meeting before she smiled back. He was so handsome and he was all hers. They stayed like that for a second, her fingers just playing with his loose hair and they knew they were both thinking of the same days and the same moments.

Bucky was a great roommate. Her great roommate. He was respectful, never a pervert, cleaned up after himself and his cat. He would even pick up his cat's white hairs one by one whenever they stuck to her part of the couch. He was never noisy, never came home with a girl, and never invaded her privacy in any way. He'd even put in his headphones when she'd go to the bathroom for number 2 because she told him once she couldn't really go if she kept thinking someone could possibly hear her. Her previous roommates could care less about her weird pooping anxiety, but not Bucky. Bucky was perfect.

Accordingly, it took her a short time to befriend and bond with the shy man and his cat; took even shorter for her to develop feelings for him. She would turn down fun outings and blind dates to stay in with Bucky and quietly watch some rom-com he's never seen before just to gauge his reaction when her favourite scenes came on.

“Hey, Buck," she called one day with a mischievous smile on her lips, shifting on her feet as she stood by the doorframe of her bedroom.

"Hmm," Bucky replied without looking up from his phone.

"Aaaare you busy right now?" She asked, swinging her feet.

"No?" Bucky looked at her and raised an eyebrow. And oh boy, he knew that smile.

"Can you help me with something?" She bit her lip.

"I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this." He shook his head when he saw her smile get bigger.

"Maybe not." She tilted her head, keeping her smile.

"Then no."

"But Buuuuck. Remember when you were out of town and I was on a date and instead of having a good time you called and sent me home to feed Alpine?" She whined.

"You didn't even like that guy I basically saved you! And you love Alpine." Bucky argued, pointing his finger to the white feline licking up its leg.

"Still. Who left their date and came back home?" She pouted.

"Fine, what do you want?"

"Wantyoutoletmebraidyourhair." Words flew out of her mouth as she failed to control her enthusiasm.

"Try slower."

"Can I please braid your hair?"

"What! No!"

"But Buuuuck-" she whined, almost stomping her feet.

"No! Don't Buck me. I am not letting you braid my hair," Bucky told her with a firm face before looking back at his phone, not wanting to see her pouty lips.

"But Buuuck-" She started again but was quickly stopped by his glare.

"I promise I won't mess it up. I've watched the video like a hundred times," she begged and he gazed up again.

She smiled and crossed her heart, making Bucky sigh.

"Fine, come here. Let's get this over with." He agreed and then winced at the squeal she gave in celebration.

"I'll be right back." She ran back into her room to get her special brushes and the box of clear, tiny elastics along with that of the poppy pins.

Bucky chuckled at her behavior, his heartbeats speeding up when he realized he'd just agreed to at least 30 minutes of her brushing, touching, and braiding his hair.

Just how long would he have to go on without telling her how he felt? He could never do it. She was too good for him, too bright, too lively for a hundred+ year old grump like himself. She would never feel the same about him.

On the other side of the wall, she stood before her dresser, smiling to herself in the mirror like an idiot as she tried to regulate her own hammering heartbeats.

~

After setting the needed tools beside her on the couch, she made Bucky sit on the floor between her legs with his back to the couch. Jesus Christ was he handsome; even the back of his head did things to her. Everything about the man was beautiful.

She ran her fingers through Bucky's hair and it was soft. She almost melted at the feel of it. Oh, how she would love to pull on that hair while Bucky railed her-

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, just trying to choose a brush."

She started by dividing Bucky's hair into two sections. She bit her lip before picking up her favourite brush and started gently combing his hair, walking the brush through the brown locks from the tips up to loosen any knots here or there.

Bucky's hair was so smooth and it smelled of the coconut oil she bought him - and basically forced him to use - a couple of months ago. It took her everything not to drop her head forward and bury her nose in his hair or kiss the top of his head.

She pretended she was checking for knots and kept carding her fingers through Bucky's hair over and over, barely restraining herself from scratching his scalp.

And Bucky was just trying not to lean into her touch; not to let himself moan or purr at how tenderly she was handling his hair.

Bucky trusted her to know what she was doing and went back to staring at his phone for a better distraction. Much to her discontent, he was checking his Tinder account.

"Stop moving so much!" Her nimble fingers tightly grabbed on the strands between them, not wanting to lose track of the French braid she'd diagonally started on the right side of the top of Bucky's head.

"Ow! Don't pull!" He whined when his head was yanked back.

"Sorry, just stop shaking your head in shock over Tinder texts every five seconds." She chuckled, trying to mask any jealousy that might be apparent in her tone.

Who did these girls think they were sending her Bucky such sinful messages? And who did she think she was to call him her Bucky, even in her head?

"Hey! You aren't supposed to look at my phone!" Bucky tried to turn to her, but her big toe poked his side in warning for him not to do so.

"I'm not." She shrugged, carefully adding a small section of hair to one strand before crossing it over the strand in the middle and repeating with the further and third strand.

"You were though," Bucky mumbled, scrolling down his messages, trying to find a normal, decent one.

"Why do you even have the app if you don't ever use it!" She asked in frustration, going back with the strand between her fingers because she almost messed up.

"Maybe I'll use it tonight. She looks cute," Bucky muttered, holding up the phone for her to see the smiling selfie of a brunette.

"Nah." She denied, trying to focus on correctly crossing each strand over the other.

"Blue is definitely her colour," Bucky mumbled while checking out another photo of his Tinder match in blue bikinis, earning himself another hair pull.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." She smirked, shrugging in fake apology.

"Are you jealous, doll?" Bucky smirked.

"Excuse you?" She laughed, hoping he couldn't hear how loud her heart was beating behind his head. She was jealous and she couldn't get caught being jealous.

"I'm just saying, someone seems bitter because they haven't gotten any in a while." Bucky shrugged jokingly.

"And whose fault is that?" She grinned in relief.

"Don't you dare say Alpine's."

"I was gonna say yours actually."

"Yeah, okay, blame it on me." Bucky teased, not noticing her face scrunching up in a frown as she watched his thumbs hovering over the keyboard, contemplating whether or not to message the blue bikini girl back, or the smile that replaced that frown when he decided not to and closed the app.

"Do you wanna watch a movie tonight? I think 27 Dresses is next on the list." He suggested instead, carefully throwing his head back on one of her thighs, soft, blue eyes awaiting her response.

Nearing the end of the braid, she let him lean back and let herself look into his beautiful eyes for a second.

"But I thought blue was her colour." She bit back a smile, fingers still tangled in his hair.

"And annoying is yours." Bucky huffed, turning his head back, crossing his muscular arms over his chest like a big baby.

"You love me." She didn't care how evident her smile was in her voice as she fetched a clear elastic from the box to secure the end of the braid.

"I do." Bucky sighed, wishing she knew the actual amount of truth those two words carried.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She threw back playfully, gathering his hair in her hands to roll it before twisting it into a bun.

Bucky chuckled at her response, moving his head from side to side.

"Stop shaking your head!" She tsked and Bucky stilled in place, letting her continue to handle his hair.

She held the low bun in place before slipping three poppy pins in Bucky's hair, fixing it in.

"Okay okay, I'm done. Turn around." Bucky twisted his body and turned to see her proud smile and couldn't help but smile back.

She was so cute when she was excited. He'd let her braid his hair every day forever if it meant he could see that smile.

"How does it look?" He wondered, one hand resting on her knee.

"Beautiful! It looks so good!" She said, happiness flooding her senses as she took in the beautiful man before her, holding up her square mirror for him to take a look.

Bucky stared at his reflection, lost in thought as his eyes fixated on the braid adorning the side of his head without really seeing it.

"You don't like it." Her smile dropped and her hands dropped the mirror, her thumbnail starting to pick on the tips of her fingers.

Bucky snapped out of his head when the mirror shifted from its place and he could no longer look at himself.

"What? No, no, doll, I like it. It looks perfect."

"You're just saying that." She pouted, putting the mirror beside her, and retracted her legs from around him, bringing them up to cross on the couch.

Her thumb scratched harder on the tips of her fingers as all excitement left her.

"No, doll, for real. I love it." Bucky reassured her, getting up on his knees, his hands taking hold of hers and stopping her nervous habit.

"Thank you." He surprised her and himself when he bowed forward, pressing his lips to the palms of her hands.

A big smile, accompanied by faint redness came back to her cheeks before her hand came up to pull out a few strands to frame Bucky's face, "you do?"

"I do." Bucky smiled back, internally content he could bring that smile back to her face.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She teased, her hand slapping his sassily as he laughed.

"Do the one you did the first time you braided my hair," Bucky said when he saw her struggling to decide on a way to do his hair.

"You sure? I learned a lot more complicated ones after. I had a great volunteer to practice on." She smiled warmly, her hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure. I want the one that started it all." Bucky nodded, returning her smile, tilting his head to kiss her hand on his shoulder.

~

From that day on, she became Bucky's free, personal hair braider (if that was a thing). Bucky let her do his hair whenever she wanted, even asking her on his own a few times too.

One of those times was before a date he was set up to go on. She didn't know how to say no to him or what her reason would be when refusing, but she wasn't just about to braid Bucky for him to go impress another girl either.

"What are you doing?!" Bucky asked when he saw her collection of nail polish sprawled on the mattress of her bed as she sat there cross-legged with one bottle in her hand.

"Painting my nails?"

"Why would you do that now! The date is in 30 minutes and I was counting on you to do my hair!"

"I'm sorry, Buck. I guess I forgot. Looks good though." She gave an apologetic smile and Bucky huffed before pulling his hair in a messy bun and leaving the house.

"I didn't forget," she said, keeping her eyes on the developing braid in her hands.

"What?" Bucky raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

"That time you needed me to braid your hair and I started putting nail polish on and said I forgot. I didn't."

Warmth flooded Bucky's heart at her admission and he smiled, waiting for her to continue.

"I didn't want you to go on that date." She confessed, crossing strands over one another with professionalism.

"I didn't."

"What?!" She laughed, finally meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"I took it as a bad sign that you couldn't braid my hair that day and decided not to go."

"What did you do instead? You came home at like 11 that night!"

"Hung out with Sam." He shrugged sheepishly.

"You were head over heels for me long before you told me, weren't you?" Bucky teased.

"Shut up. I still am."

~

"Bucky." He heard her call, her voice choked with tears, and his heart dropped.

"Doll, are you okay?" Bucky asked her, pulling her to his chest the second she entered his room.

"No." She cried, her hands clutching his shirt as she wrapped her arms around him.

"What is it, doll? Who do I need to punch?" Bucky rubbed her back and she laughed.

"My uterus." She sniffed, burying her face further in his chest.

"Aw, I'm sorry, doll. Do you need me to get you some painkillers?" Bucky asked, his large hand rubbing up and down her lower back, knowing it aches with the rest of her body during this time of the month.

"No." He felt her shake her head, sighing into his shirt, "already took them."

"Anything I can do?"

"Let me braid your hair?" Teary eyes gazed up at him and he let his thumb touch her warm cheek.

"Anything for you, doll." Bucky smiled, patting her back gently when she hugged him again.

"Really?" Her muffled voice asked.

"Really. I like it when you do my hair." Bucky rubbed her back.

"You do?" She smiled, sniffing again.

"I do." Bucky smiled back, swiping his thumb above her lips.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome," she replied, hugging Bucky tighter, feeling his chest shake with a laugh.

Having her braid his hair was their routine now. It was grounding to him and calming to her and connecting to both of them.

"How do I look?" Bucky asked her when she was done turning around.

"You look amazing because I did your hair." She tapped his nose, closing her eyes in fake arrogance.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." He chuckled, ready to get up from the floor.

"Wait though, lemme just…" She caught him when he was still on his knees to pull out the little hairs she pulls to frame his face.

The heat of Bucky's stare as he watched her play with the strands had her lower her hands silently and just stare back. Warm, cerulean eyes were pouring love into hers and she couldn't stop herself from dropping her gaze to Bucky's pink lips.

Bucky was so beautiful, and she'd waited for so long that she hadn't one single ounce of rationality to hold her back. Her period and hormones weren't helping either. Her hand cupped Bucky's cheek before she could think too much and she pressed her lips to his.

Bucky's body tensed for a short second but soon his eyes were closing and his mouth was moving against hers like her lips were made just to be kissed by his. It was soft and intimate and real. When she pulled away to breathe Bucky pulled her back to him by her chin, tasting her lips one more time to make sure it was actually happening before he let her have her oxygen.

"I've been waiting so long to do that." She breathed, smiling shyly.

"Me too." Bucky blushed.

"Really? You- You feel the same way?" Both her eyes and smile widened.

"I do." He nodded, his hand cupping her cheek, bringing his mouth closer to his.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She sighed on his lips and Bucky laughed, throwing his head back. She pulled him to her by his dog tags, kissing him deeply.

She wished she'd kissed him sooner because now she couldn't stop. She wasn't going to stop, and neither was Bucky. They had a lot to make up for.

~

"What's going on with you today?"

Bucky was nervous. They've been dating for two years; living together for three and a half and Bucky was ready to have a lifetime with her. She was his everything. He wanted exactly what they had now but wanted it all to be official.

Bucky cleared his throat. "Nothing.”

"What did you do, Buck? " She asked with a kind smile.

"I didn’t do anything," Bucky lied.

She raised an eyebrow, her knowing stare telling him to 'out with it'.

He sighed, slipping the cap off his head, “I tried braiding my hair and messed up.” He bit down.

“That’s okay. I can fix it. Come here.” She made grabby hands at his larger frame.

Bucky got on his knees before where she sat on the couch to let her have a look at his hair. A poorly braided braid existed across the back of his head. She smiled at her man’s lack of talent before letting her fingers slip through the braid to uncross the strands. When she was untangling the last bit of the braid, she noticed something shiny wrapped in the hairs. Did Bucky try using hairpins too? He was adorab- wait a minute.

That was no hairpin she was looking at.

“Buck?” Her voice shook as she glided the most beautiful ring she’s ever laid eyes on down the hair strand.

“Is that why you were so nervous to ask me to redo the braid?” She asked, trying to tease the man but her eyes were already welling up.

Bucky nodded. "Because I wanna ask you to do it forever," he said, turning around to meet her with a nervous smile, slipping his hair behind his ear.

"Bucky," she was crying; she couldn't be happier that the only man she'd wholeheartedly chosen was now choosing her too, for life.

"I thought I was done living... Before I met you, I thought it was no use looking for love or waiting for it to find me. I didn't believe it was still possible for someone like me to have or deserve it. I thought my life was over years ago and that there was no use trying. But then I moved in with you, doll. You made me want to wake up every morning. You brought the light with you every time you smiled at me whenever I walked through that door. You were the sun that kept lighting up my moon. You are my world, baby. You mean everything to me. I knew love and remembered life with you, doll. So…"

Bucky looked down at the ring nestled in the open palm of her right hand, then back up at her eyes.

"Will you do me the honor of braiding my hair till I no longer have any? Will you marry me, doll?" Bucky finally asked the question.

"Yes, Bucky, yes. A million times yes!" She nodded, crying in her hand before Bucky took it gently and slipped the elegant, diamond ring on her finger.

"I love you so much," Bucky said, wiping his own tears, kissing her hand.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She cried harder, still emotional, making Bucky laugh and hold her to his chest.

"I love you too, I love you so much," she mumbled, tracing his jaw.

"I know, doll." Bucky wiped her tears away, tenderly kissing her lips.

~

"I gotta go get ready," she said after pinning the last bobby pin in Bucky's bun, kissing his head.

"I can't wait to marry you." He held her hand and stood up before she could leave for the door.

"Just let me go throw on my white dress real quick and you won't have to wait anymore." She smiled, the pads of her fingers tracing his black bow tie.

He grinned to himself in the mirror after she left, trying to wrap his mind around how lucky he was as he remembered sweet moments of his own.

~

"Bucky!" She moaned aloud, probably waking up Alpine as well as a few neighbours with her constant shouting.

She was on the verge of her third orgasm and Bucky wasn't letting up. What could he do? He just loved pleasuring his girl.

"Right there," she whined, arching her back to press her mound more to his lips, her hands buried in his hair, ruining the fine work she'd done on it earlier, "please."

"Cum for me, doll. Let me feel this pussy quiver on my tongue."

Bucky's words were enough to have her pussy doing just that. She cried out his name as her fingers harshly grabbed his hair. Bucky kept licking, moaning at the taste of all that she gave him until her legs stopped shaking.

She closed her eyes as she took her breath. She was exhausted and it was late.

"Don't you fall asleep on me now, doll. I need to be inside you." Bucky pumped his length and kneeled closer.

"You do?" She grinned sleepily, but opened her legs further for him to slot his body between.

"I do." Bucky nodded, guiding his tip to her entrance.

"Of course you do; I'm aweso-OOH GOD BUCKY YES!" She mewled when his cock thrust into her, pushing her chest to his, and Bucky laughed like always before setting a pace to show her how awesome he really thought she was.

"Holy fuck! Bucky!" She screamed for him, the pleasure too much but too good.

"You ruined my braid, doll. It's only fair that I ruin your pussy in return."

~

"I do," she said with a sure smile, her eyes sparkling as she took in her man.

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take-"

"I do." Bucky instantly nodded, sliding his hands around her waist and she stepped closer.

"You do?" She gave a lop-sided grin as he pulled her nearer to his chest, her fingers playing with the collar of his dark suit.

"Of course I do; you're awesome," Bucky whispered against her grinning lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss, sealing their fate together forever, till death dares do them apart.

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❆Prompt: your friends asked you to stay with them in a cabin for a bit of a vacation and you obviously cant say no to them

❆Genre: fluff

❆Pairing: reader x best friend!nct (dream focus)

❆Word count: 2.6k (ok longest fic I see you)

❆a/n: this was so fun to write and now I'm crying I want this also I might make a summer edition once it gets hotter bc I have IDEAS now

ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

❆Tag list: @bumblebeenct​ @socketpunch​

❆TW: toy gun (?), German, swearing (?) idk not much haha

“Get in, loser, we’re going out of our minds!” Donghyuck yelled from the bus. 

You had agreed to spend the weekend with your friends at a cabin in the woods. 

They all got some time off and wanted to spend some time throwing snow balls at each other and building snowmen, but they couldn't do that without you. 

It was Friday, the day of departure. You had just gotten a text to come outside from Jeno a few minutes ago and there you were, staring at the big bus with 23 grown men, which would otherwise be terrifying, but since it was them, it seemed fun, and only a tiny bit terrifying. 

“Haven't you already?” You yelled back as you walked towards the bus and saw Johnny step out of the bus to help you with your bags and before you could say that you got it, they were already put away on the bus. 

“Thanks.” You smiled at him, your neck slightly hurting from the angle you had to put it in, in order to look at him.

“Don't mention it. Or do, if you must.” He said dramatically and gestured for you to get on the bus before him. You stepped into the bus and Johnny soon followed. 

Immediately, you were greeted by Doyoung, who was sitting at the front with Taeyong, who asked you about how you were and if you slept well.

You quickly greeted back and told them you were great and that you couldn't sleep that well, because you were excited. Before you could ask them the same, YangYang yelled for you to come over to the back as Hyuck pulled you after him. 

You tried to greet as many people as you could before getting to the back, where Yangyang sat with Renjun, Haechan and Hendery. Hyuck quickly sat down on the far left, right next to Renjun. 

Next to Renjun was a free seat, and next to that one Yangyang, with Hendery at the far right. Renjun and Yangyang both patted at the seat and smiled at you, waiting for you to sit between them.

“I’m guessing my plan of a quiet ride was doomed from the start.” You dramatically sighed as you sat down between the two. 

“That was never an option and you know it.” Hyuck laughed, causing all 5 of you to chuckle.

You spent a good 40 minutes talking to Yangyang and Hendery as Renjun and Hyuck debated about something next to you, before you made the first stop. 

“About 10 minutes and then if you're not back on the bus, we shall leave without you, except for you, Jisung, we love you and would never leave you.” Johnny said before the group chuckled as Jisung got embarrassed.

You swear you could hear Chenle’s “of course we would, we have terrible memory.” and Jisung sighing before Renjun dragged you off the bus. 

You got off the bus and were met with Jaemin, who looked like he was about to kill someone, and Jeno, who looked he was trying his best for Jaemin not to give in. 

“Good morning.” You said “Whats so good about it?” Jaemin sighed, leaning against the bus and throwing his head back. 

You looked over at Jeno and tried to contain your laugh, to which he only mouthed “No coffee yet”. You nodded, chuckling a bit before following Shotaro, Hendery and Kun, who went to go get coffee for everyone. 

You barely got your own cup into your hands before you were pulled away from the three and into the store.

“Yn, come with me, I need it.” Hyuck said. “Need what?” You asked, following close behind. 

He didn't comment, he just dragged you to the toy section and showed you the toy gun. 

“You need a toy gun?” You asked “Yes.” He sassed “Its so pretty.” He explained “And it has fake bullets!” He added, excitedly. 

“Very nice, Hyuck. Here’s a deal, I’ll buy you the extra bullets if you promise not to use the gun on me.” You said, knowing very well that you need to make a deal beforehand.

“Deal.” He smiled, shaking your hand. 

Once you finished at the check out, you saw Jaemin pinching Jisung’s cheeks while Chenle and Jeno had their heads in their hands, they weren't surprised, but still a tad disappointed. 

“How many coffees did I miss?” You asked, causing Jeno to chuckle before returning to his disappointment. 

You stood outside of the bus for a while, talking to Chenle about his dog, well, him talking and showing you photos of Daegal while you listened and admired.

“Can I be her godparent?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder as Xiaojun’s head turned to you. “Godly parent?” He asked.

“God parent, but while we’re on the topic-” “DONT GET HIM STARTED, IM SITTING NEXT TO HIM AND I WANT TO SLEEP.” Kun cut you off.

“Haha, old man.” Lucas laughed before Kun looked at him and sighed. “I didn't sign up for this, I just wanted to sing.” He sighed. “You love us and you know it!” Yangyang teased. 

After a minute, you returned back to your seat and watched as Hyuck put the bullets into the gun already. 

You pulled out your phone and put in your headphones, before Renjun came up to you and took them away from you and put them in his pocket. 

“Hey!” you protested. “Wait a bit.” He said, laughing and sitting next to you.

“Now, is everyone awake?” Johnny asked, standing up once again. “Yes!” The whole bus yelled.

“What?” he asked, placing his hand behind his ear. “Ay, Ay, captain!” 

“I can't hear you!” 

“Ay, ay, captain!”

“Ohhhh, who wants the aux first?” 

A couple hands got raised, but Johnny sighed and said “If no one wants it, I guess ill be first.” and put on the first song, which was SHINee’s Lucifer, which made the whole bus jam out.

The songs kept going and your ears were in heaven, there were 23 professional singers singing some of your favourite songs, of course they were, but after a while, the atmosphere calmed down and you continued talking to Renjun.

You remember seeing most of WayV, Shotaro and Jungwoo playing a game, Taeyong play on his Nintendo while Doyoung watched and critiqued, Johnny and Taeil making Mark and Ten laugh every 3 seconds as Jaehyun and Yuta discussed something.

After some time, Jeno, Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung changed seats so they were right in front of you, which resulted in you playing some games.

An hour later, you got to your destination. You watched as Jaehyun, Jeno, Lucas, Jaemin and Johnny bring the bags and the suitcases from the bus as  Kun, Taeyong and Doyoung went to go get the keys while you and the others stood before your cabins. 

Once the suitcases were out and distributed, you waited for the keys. Most of Wayv and Shotaro was standing on the porch and discussing something, half of 127 was cuddled up while the other half took photos, alongside Sungchan.

You and the dreamies and Yangyang however, were playing with the snow. Hyuck pulled out his fake gun and jokingly started pointing it at the others. He jokingly shot us, one by one and we all played along, expect for Chenle, because he couldn't bother to move.

First, it was Jaemin, then Yangyang, Jeno, you, Jisung and at the end, Renjun, who just so happen to be near a hill so you all watched in shock as he rolled down it, getting covered in snow as Jeno and Jaemin went to go get him. 

Taeyong walked over to you guys to give you the keys before he saw Renjun, who resembled a snowman and Jeno and Jaemin helping said snowman. 

“Renjun, you okay?” He asked as Chenle, Hyuck and Yangyang laughed their asses off. Renjun just showed a thumbs up as they made their way up the hill again.

You thanked Taeyong for the keys as he and Hyuck made their way to the 127′s cabin and Yangyang to WayV’s. 

You walked to the cabin and went in, leaving your bags at the door. Jeno started the fire in the fireplace as Jisung and Chenle browsed the cabin while you and Jaemin asked Renjun if he wants cuddles to warm him up.

“Normally, I would say no, but I'm really cold, so I shall allow it.” he said before you and Jaemin looked at each other and cuddled the melted snowman. 

After cuddling for a bit, Jeno suggested deciding roommates, so once Chenle and Jisung got back, they reported on the rooms and you used a random pair up generator, since none of you had any preference.

Jeno and Chenle got the ground floor room, which was closest to the kitchen. Jaemin and Jisung got the room one level up, which had the best bathroom and you and Renjun got the top floor room, which had the best view. 

“You guys hungry?” Chenle asked, to which everyone nodded. “I’ll call Doyoung and ask if they know what they're going to eat.” Jeno said, picking up his phone. 

“I’ll take the bags to our room.” Jaemin said, taking his and Jisung’s stuff and walking up the stairs. 

“I’ll do the same.” Renjun said as Chenle and Jeno looked at each other before Chenle sighed. “I guess I shall too.”

Now, you and Jisung were watching Jeno as he called Doyoung. Apparently, there was a take out place not so far away, which did deliveries so they decided on that. 

Once the others got back, you told them and you made your way to the biggest cabin, which was 127′s. The others also came to the cabin and half an hour of everyone on their phone, the food had arrived. 

Taeyong suggested they used his new projector to watch something, so you did. You all gathered on the big couch and floor as the movie started playing on the wall while you ate.

Two movies later, Kun suggested going outside to make snowmen, while Yangyang suggested a snow ball fight, so you did both.

You started building the snowmen with Taeil and Winwin, but once you felt a snow ball hit your back, you said fuck it and joined the fight. 

You got a few throws in before you all got really cold and went back inside for some hot chocolate. 

Xiaojun, Kun, Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaemin and Jeno went to the nearby store to buy what you needed for breakfast while the others stayed in the big cabin and played a few games before Renjun got mad at Jisung’s team beating him.

“Jisung, meet me on the rooftop.” Renjun commented, making everyone laugh. 

You ended up talking to Chenle about something, but you forgot the Korean word for it, and the English word for it, you could only remember the word in German, only because you remember Yangyang teaching it to you a while back.

“Yangyang!” You yelled, grabbing Chenle’s hand and walked over to Yangyang. “Yes?” He asked.

“How do you say schwert in Korean?” You asked. “You mean sword?” Yangyang asked, which made you mentally slap yourself for not remembering. 

“What about in Korean?” Chenle asked, causing silence from the both of you until you both yelled “Mark!” and so, you, Chenle and Yangyang walked over to him.

“Yes?” He asked. “How do you say sword in Korean?” Yangyang asked, to which Mark just stared at all of you.

“Johnny!” Mark yelled as so, you, Chenle, Yangyang and Mark now walked towards Johnny asked him the same question.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning around to face you all. “How do you say sword in Korean?” Mark asked.

Johnny just looked at you all before pulling out his phone and googling google translate. “검 (Geom).” he said, showing you the translation. 

“We’re idiots, aren't we?” You asked. “Yup.” “Totally.” “The dumbest.”

“Wait, how do you say it in Chinese...” Chenle wondered before yelling “Renjun!”

It was getting late, so you said your goodbyes to the others and went back to your cabins, where Jaemin insisted on making you all dinner, so while he made dinner, you sat down on the couch and turned the tv on and searched fort the new buzzed unsolved episode on the YouTube section. 

“You started it without me?” Renjun asked, sitting right next to you. “I was searching.” You defended as Chenle sat down on the floor and waited for you to hit play.

As Jeno helped Jaemin, the rest of you watched the episode, you and Renjun on the couch, his legs lightly tossed over your lap as he leaned against the arm of the couch while Chenle sat right below you on the floor and Jisung next to him. 

“Dumbass.” Renjun commented. “You would do the same.” You said, laughing. “I would not!” he yelled. “You would.” Chenle and Jisung said in unison, making Renjun huff and continue watching in silence as you pet his head, jokingly. 

By the end of the episode, Renjun had turned so that his head was in your lap and his legs were on the arm of the chair as you played his hair and Chenle and Jisung were lazily spread out on the floor.

“Kids, dinner’s ready!” Jeno yelled, causing the two on the floor to groan and slowly get up. “You heard your dad, go.” you teased the two as Renjun got up and held his hand up to help you up.

You got to the kitchen and sat down, eating the food that Jaemin and Jeno prepared in silence.

On the ground floor, Jeno and Chenle tossed and turned, not being able to find a good position until Jeno said fuck it and got up. 

“Jaemin is probably cuddling with Jisung so they have a spare bed, so....se ya!” he said, holding up a peace sign before walking out the door. 

Once he got there, he opened the door to see Jaemin with all of his limbs wrapped around Jisung and thanked god before walking to the other bed and fell asleep.

Back on the ground floor, Chenle tried to sleep again but couldn't, so he said to himself “If Yn and Renjun are sleeping right now, I swear to god.” before getting up and walking to your room. 

He opened the door, and there you were, lying on the floor as a Taylor Swift song played. “What ya doing?” he asked.

“We’re talking about alien li-” “Nerds.” Chenle cut Renjun off before entering the room and lying next to you. 

“So, what exactly were you saying?” Chenle asked, turning his head to face you.

“How aliens could be monitoring us right now.” You said, turning your head to face him.

“But why? You two are so boring, what's there to see?” He said, making Renjun get up and tell you to hold him back, which you did. 

“You're just mad at the truth!” Chenle yelled, propping himself up as he laughed. 

Renjun started laughing too, and so did you, which ended up with all of you back on the floor, laughing, before one of you changed the subject back onto alien life and next thing you know, Jeno was at your door to tell you that its time for breakfast.

Once you finished breakfast, you ended up taking your sketchbook out, and so did Renjun. You spent the whole morning and a bit of the afternoon drawing and doodling with Renjun as Chenle and Jeno played games while Jaemin and Jisung were on their phones.

You looked up from your paper and saw them all having fun and relaxed in your chair.

“There truly is no place like home.”