#or when he asked me if i was going to be okay and to text him when i made it home safely

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

This chapter is mainly Romance (Rae oriented!) This one is a bit of a filler episode so I have a feeling that you might not enjoy this one as much but nonetheless, HAVE A GOOD READ!

Breakfast was actually quite nice. Jinu had brought back some hang-over soup, whilst Romance brought back some coffee. To top it all off, Mystery slipped Y/N a sweet bread that she had been craving since a week ago. The spicy soup was able to help her wake up, and Jinu had placed a cup of water on the table inconspicuously to Y/N’s ignorance.

‘Okay well, this has been nice but I have to go.’ Y/N unlocked her phone to a notification from the Huntr/x group chat, asking her if she could supervise the upcoming live recording of Golden.

‘What? But you said we still have to practice to be perfect.’ Romance protested immediately, standing with his arms crossed. 

‘Romance-’

‘Rae. My name is Rae-Jin but just call me Rae.’ He breathed, sitting back down in his chair with a whump. 

‘You’re abandoning us to go hang around Huntr/x?’ Jinu rolled his eyes, looking as if Y/N had greatly offended him.

‘Need I remind you that technically I abandoned them for you lot?’ Y/N raised a single eyebrow, hands on her hips in an imposing stance. ‘Besides, you all just need to practice choreo and singing. That’s all you guys.’ Y/N shrugged, picking up her keys and swiping her notebook and phone. She checked her belongings making sure everything was in order. 

‘You’ll call us if something comes up?’ Jinu said, taking Y/N’s phone from her easily, punching in his number and drop-ringing it.

‘Huh, no password? That's not safe Y/N.’ The leader furrowed his brow, trailing off as he handed Y/N’s phone back to her. 

‘And ghost writing music for a demon boy band is?’ Y/N cheeked, nudging him with her shoulder playfully.

‘Touché.’ He let out a soft smile, as Y/N turned her back to grasp a bottle of juice on the table.

‘Hey, I’ll call you guys if anything comes up okay? Keep practicing! I’m gonna go to work.’ Y/N waved as she headed towards the open elevator doors, taking a swig of her drink, replying to a work text.

‘Stay safe!’ Beom called out as the elevator doors closed.

The boys were left in silence, staring at the closed metal doors. Each of them were thinking the same thing.

‘She’ll be ok, right?’ They all asked in unison.

‘The Honmoon is getting weaker, which means that demons will become more prevalent. I don’t know if it’s safe for her to be out there on her own.’ Abel turned to the group, arms crossed over his chest, his compression shirt stretching.

‘I mean, when we first tried to take her soul, it didn’t work. Maybe she’s unaffected by demon powers?’ Mystery reasoned, trying to reassure the group.

‘I’m not one for taking chances, and we just got our producer. What are we going to do if something happens to her?’ Jinu concluded, slipping off his barstool smoothly. 

'Besides, even if they don't take her soul, they can still harm her physically.' Rae shook his head, dissatisfied with Mystery's reason.

‘If she’s with the demon hunters, then shouldn’t she be safe?’ Beom reasoned, pointing out the truth. ‘Maybe we’ll wait for her call?’

‘I think one of us should stick with her, but stay out of sight. Just to be safe.’ Jinu countered, looking disgruntled.

‘I’ll do it.’ Abel offered easily, shrugging his shoulders.

‘No, we need you for choreo. You're the strongest but most of us haven’t got it down perfectly yet.’ Beom shook his head, looking disappointed. Each of the boys felt the urge to follow Y/N, but on the other hand, they wanted to make sure they did justice to Soda Pop, as their debut stage.

‘Rae, you go. You’ve got everything down almost to a T. Report back if you hear anything, make sure you use your phone. I didn’t acquire them as decorations.’ Jinu sighed, waving Rae off, knowing that the pink haired man was already half way out the door.

‘He’s gonna just jump down the stairs in demon form isn’t he?’ Beom asked, looking at Jinu.

‘Mhm.’ Mystery nodded along, as the stair door swung shut with a clank.

‘Aw rats. Why didn’t I think of that this morning?’ Abel whined, slapping a head on his forehead.

‘I don’t know man. You act so stupid at times but we all know you’re not.’ Jinu laughed, slapping Abel on the back.

‘Lower expectations and then deliver the minimum so people are impressed. That's how I got by dear Jinu.’ Nodding cheerfully while holding a thumbs up.

‘Hey.’ Jinu called over a shadowy blue figure, prowling its way from under the marble kitchen island. ‘You’ll watch over her too. Come find me if she runs into anything that could be dangerous.’

The creature purred in agreement, rubbing its blue head against the leg’s over Jinu before sinking into the ground, wearing a small gat on its head.

‘Alright, let’s get back to work. Y/N said she thought we had to work on the verses a bit more.’ Jinu clapped his hands, ushering his friends back into position.

‘I thought it didn’t matter what Y/N thought.’ Mystery snickered, pulling his arms into his beginning position.

‘Whatever. Let's take it from the top.’ 

–

Meanwhile, Y/N had gotten into a chauffeured car, scribbling the lyrics of Takedown in her notebook. The girls were currently in an interview, expressing how Golden reflected each of their own journeys in life. She flipped between pages, pondering if she should start, What It Sounds Like as well. Y/N wasn’t sure if movie logic actually applied in this world, seeing as this was her new reality. 

She decided to also write down the lyrics of What It Sounds Like as well, just in case.

Honestly, since Y/N had received her memories, she’d felt bad for the girls. It wasn’t their fault Y/N had never been invited to anything. She was admittedly, rather anti-social. If people didn’t try to initiate conversation, she would sit there and do her own thing. Y/N wasn’t afraid to be alone with her thoughts as they were usually filled with lyrics and working on her next beat for the girls. Besides, most of the issues were rooted in Celine’s upbringing of Rumi. The girls weren't the ones keeping her away, it was herself and her own insecurities.

‘We’ve arrived Miss L/N.’ The driver spoke, severing Y/N’s train of thought.

‘Thank you sir! Have a good day!’ Y/N called into the car, before swinging the door shut. Y/N rang up Bobby, hoping that he’d pick up. It was still relatively early in the afternoon.  

After a short conversation, Y/N was brought to the back entrance of the studio, given a staff pass and ushered into the dressing room of Huntr/x.

‘Y/N!’ Sorry we didn’t tell you about launching Golden..’ Rumi smiled sheepishly, looking remorseful.

‘It’s alright, I wrote it so you guys could sing it anyways.’ Y/N shrugged, giving Rumi a forgiving smile.

‘You look like you haven’t been sleeping well.’ Mira stood from her chair, walking closer to Y/N, bringing a hand to grip the ghost writer's chin.

‘Have you been staying up late? Y’know that's bad for you.’ The lean girl sighed, rummaging through her bag for eye cream and handing it to Y/N. The still sleepy girl took it gratefully, smearing some of the cream under her eyebags.

‘Were you up late writing a new song?’ Zoey bounced on the spot, her spacebuns bopping along with her.

‘Uhh, kind of!’ Y/N agreed, looking down at her notebook. Technically, she had been writing a new song. Both for Huntr/x and the Saja Boys. Was it bad that she was helping the Saja Boys at the moment? She had been able to slip Beom and Abel away from the manipulative whispering of their former master but…

Was it permanent?

Was it even real?

‘Five till rehearsal guys! Let’s get the ball rolling!’ A studio executive’s voice called out, clapping their hands authoritatively.

‘Rumi, wait. Can I talk to you?’ Y/N gently grasped the wrist of the purple haired girl.

‘Yeah what’s up?’ Rumi beamed, nerves abuzz from the imminent performance.

‘Rumi I-’

‘Come on Huntr/x lets show them how it's done, done, done!’ Bobby yelled, pushing all the girls off into the stage recording area.

Y/N winced, watching the girls get herded off.

‘Y/N! We’ll talk later okay? Wait for me!’ Rumi called back, using both hands to imitate a megaphone.

‘Okay!’ Y/N called back, feeling a cold shiver creep through her pores, raising the hair on her arms. Y/N broke into a cold sweat, shaking slightly as she took her place in a back corner, hidden away from view. 

‘You’re cold.’ A voice whispered, placing a jacket over Y/N’s shoulders.

‘Wha- Romance?’ Y/N spun around, the newly placed jacket on her shoulders billowing around her. Romance’s pink hair was tied up, tucked into a hoodie, his pink bangs peeking out. His face obscured by a high collared shirt underneath. Behind him was… Jinu’s blue tiger? It gave a low rumble, its pupils dilating at the sight of Y/N.

Aw, it was wearing a tiny hat! It was Jinu's demon familiar. Huh, was he concerned for her?

Nah, couldn't be.

‘It’s Rae, and also, before you say anything, this was Jinu’s idea.’ Rae murmured, pulling the jacket firmly around Y/N once more. ‘Come on, let's get your arms through. Can’t have our writer getting sick.’ 

‘Thanks…’ Y/N flushed slightly, a soothing warmth spread over her skin, caught off-guard by the domestication of the act. The opening bars of Golden began to fill the studio, Y/N recognising her song, snatched her eyes from Rae’s lavender, grey eyes. She felt soft fur under her fingertips as the blue tiger rumbled quietly, circling Y/N’s legs.

Rae however, kept his eyes on Y/N, moving to stand next to her, as Y/N watched the girls with intent. 

‘Y’know, I can dance and sing too. They’re nothing special.’ He huffed, slightly perturbed by Y/N’s lack of attention.

‘Hm? Yeah I know.’ Y/N laughed, breathlessly, relenting to Rae’s tiny tantrum. ‘I’d say you’re the best dancer out of the group other than Abel.’

‘Hmph, well Abel was a swordsman for the Emperor. He can adapt to these rough boyish dances.’ Rae flipped his hair casually.

‘I was a court dancer. I performed Jeongjae for royalty. Rae gave a cocky smile, awaiting Y/N’s praise.

The girl gave him a double glance, taking in his tall stature and elegant limbs. It was clear that the boys were all able to dance, however Rae was right. He possessed a certain amount of grace that the rest of the boys made up for with vigour.

‘Huh, I can see it. When I was watching your group practice, you were quite eye-catching.’ Y/N gave him a reassuring smile, gently stoking Rae’s ego.

The pink haired man gave a hum of satisfaction, nodding in approval before the sound Y/N had dreaded pierced through the studio.

Rumi’s voice had faltered.

Y/N stepped forward instantly but her wrist was caught.

‘Where are you going.’ Rae furrowed his brow.

‘I have to talk to her. Rae, I’ll see you when I get home okay?’ Y/N wrapped her other hand around the boy’s wrist, giving him a gentle squeeze. 

Rae’s grip loosened, momentarily stunned by Y/N’s fleeting touch allowing her to slip out of his grasp.

‘You okay?’ Mira placed a hand on Rumi’s shoulder, as the girl in the centre cleared her throat.

‘Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Let’s take it again! From the top!’ Rumi pointed, walking back to the starting position.

Y/N dug her fingernails into her palm, watching the performance start again from the beginning. A hand gently prised her fingers out of her palms, silently smoothing out her fingers. Y/N turned slightly, seeing Rae’s familiar hoodie next to her for a second before he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

‘I’m done hiding, now I’m shining like I’m born to b-’ Rumi coughed, the music cutting off instantly.

‘Uhm, Rumi? Are you okay?’ Bobby stepped forward. ‘Do you need some water?’

‘I just need five. I’m gonna take five.’ Her eyes were wide, hands covering her throat.

Protests arose, complaints flew across the room.

‘What?’

‘Five? We go live in ten minutes!’

Y/N hurriedly followed Rumi, power walking behind her.

Rumi slammed the dressing room door open, panting heavily as she ripped off a part of her costume. She practically tore off her jacket, staring into the mirror.

‘Rumi!’ Y/N caught up, running toward the trembling girl. She spotted the girl, leaning over the vanity, chest heaving.

‘Y/N… My voice…’ Rumi gasped, trembling as she touched her neck.

‘Rumi listen I know-’

‘Y/N I…’ She shook, her hands pulling up her jacket. 

‘Rumi, I know about your patterns.’ Y/N closed the door behind her calmly, walking toward the panicking girl carefully.

‘How-’

‘You never want to go to the bathhouse with Zoey and Mira. You always wear long sleeves, no matter the weather, and Celine gets this weird look on her face when she talks about demons and your mother.’ Y/N rattled off, guiding Rumi to sit down with her.

‘They used to just be on my arm. My shoulder. But they’re spreading, Y/N look.’ Rumi shakily pulled down the zipper of her collar, revealing the crawling line of purple patterns.

‘Y/N, how am I supposed to fix the world, fix me, when I don’t have my voice?’ She buried her face into her hands, ‘Why now? When I’m so close?’

‘Rumi-’

‘WHY?!’ Rumi roared, her voice a timbre that she’d never heard before. The shout rippled scarlet red through the room, like a drop in a calm surface of water. The red lines flashed through the city, as the girls gaped at the scene through the window.

Rumi let out a choked gasp, turning to Y/N in horror.

‘Y/N listen, I’m not one of them. I’m not a-’

‘Rumi.’ Y/N slipped off her seat, kneeling in front of Rumi. ‘I know you’re not a demon. This is what I wanted to talk to you about.’ She placed her hands on Rumi’s shoulders. 

‘You knew? And you’re not afraid?’ Rumi’s eyes were welling with tears of fear and uncertainty. ‘You don’t think I’m a monster?’

‘Yes. I knew and I know you're not a monster. Rumi, the only time I'm afraid of you is when I’m standing in between you and Kimbap okay?’

‘Okay.’ She sniffled, letting out a watery laugh.

‘Look. Rumi, I know you released Golden because you thought it would speed up the process.’ Y/N looked up at Rumi through her lashes, giving her shoulders a squeeze.

‘…’

‘And another thing…’ Y/N gave a sheepish smile. ‘You really should tell Mira and Zoey. They’re your family. If you put it off, it’ll be harder for them to understand why you never told them.’

‘But what if they treat me differently.’ Rumi shook her head, holding onto Y/N’s hands. ‘Celine has always told me to hide my patterns. That nothing would change until I turned the Honmoon gold.’

‘Celine was wrong. Look at me, I know you. You aren’t a bad person, your patterns are a part of who you are.’ Y/N stood up, prompting Rumi to stand with her. ‘I see you for who you are Rumi, a huntress who happens to have patterns. You may be part demon, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.’

Y/N squeezed Rumi’s hands, giving her a rueful smile, ‘I’ve been told that some humans act more like demons than demons themselves. You aren’t defined by the world, Rumi. You’re defined by your actions.’

A single tear slid down Rumi’s cheek, caught by Y/N’s thumb as she brushed it away.

‘Do you really think I should tell Mira and Zoey?’

‘Without a doubt.’ 

Rumi inhaled a long breath, brushing away her unshed tears, smudging her eyeliner.

‘Okay. I’ll do it tonight.’ Rumi slipped back on her jacket. ‘Can you be there when I do?’ 

‘Yeah, of course!’ Y/N brushed off Rumi’s jacket, zipping up the girl’s collar. ‘But first, we’re gonna go get some kimbap. Come on, let's go.’ She grinned, dragging Rumi out of the room, toward the back exit. A puff of purple smoke revealed Rae, as his silhouette became visible in the corner of the room, where the girls had just left.

‘A hunter that's part demon?’ Rin’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the open door. 

–

By the time Y/N and Rumi had made it back to the Huntr/x tower, the sun had long set. Rumi was carrying a plastic bag of Kimbap and Y/N was carrying a bag of tteokbokki. They were discussing how to break the news to Mira and Zoey, deciding that they would have to make sure Celine was not around.

As the doors opened, Mira and Zoey rushed toward the girls, enveloping both in a hug.

‘We were so worried when you both disappeared.’ Zoey’s voice was muffled by Y/N’s clothes.

‘Are you both okay?’ Mira was frantic, spinning Rumi around, checking for wounds. Zoey was circling Y/N with eagle eyes.

‘We’re okay.’ Rumi laughed, placing a hand on her group member’s shoulders. ‘But I do have something I have to talk to you both about.’

‘But first, is Celine here?’ Y/N cut in, looking around the room with a raised eyebrow.

‘No, she left a while ago, we didn’t tell her about what happened.’ Zoey shook her head.

‘Okay, you guys should probably sit down for this.’ Y/N gestured towards the couch.

‘What is it?’ Mira and Zoey sat down, leaving Y/N and Rumi standing.

‘Well, first of all, I’m sorry. I’ve been keeping a secret.’ Rumi began, clasping her sweating hands together. ‘Well there's no easy way to say it so I’ll just show you. 

The leader of the girl group slowly took off her jacket, revealing her arms, littered with purple lines, jagged and jarring.

‘I have-’

‘You have patterns?’ Zoey blinked confusedly. 

‘Huh. Not what I was expecting.’ Mira’s eyes were blown wide.

‘Yes, Celine said that my father was a demon. I’ve had these patterns since I was born but Celine always says-’

‘We are hunters. Voices strong. Your flaws and faults must never be seen.’ Both girls repeated, mocking Celine.

‘Yeah… So, that's why I always kept these hidden. So that you wouldn't think I was a monster.’ Rumi ended, her voice breaking.

‘Oh Rumi…’ Zoey rushed towards Rumi, grasping at her hands. ‘We know you’re not a monster. You’re our family.’

‘She’s right, and I understand why you didn’t tell us.’ Mira also stood, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. ‘Being told you have to hide who you are for years definitely takes a toll on you mentally.’

Y/N smiled proudly, watching the girls come to terms with their new information. 

It made sense that they were understanding. In the movie, they had already encountered Jinu and several other barriers before Rumi’s revelation. It was no wonder Zoey and Mira were scared. 

‘Y/N helped me tell you guys.’ Rumi stepped aside, grabbing Y/N’s hand from behind her. ‘I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you but…’

‘I knew that you guys would understand.’ Y/N nodded, stepping forward. ‘And I think I have a song for you guys.’

‘Really? Already?!’ Zoey looked excited, grabbing her own notebooks.

‘Yeah, I actually used a lot of what you’ve said, from your own stories. Have a read and see if you like it.’ 

The girls read over and each teared up.

‘How do you put into words how we feel so well?’ Rumi sniffled, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

‘The scar’s a part of me. Darkness and harmony. My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like?’ Mira muttered in awe, ‘We don’t pay you enough do we?’

'Uh, actually I get a royalty on all your songs so... I'm actually living pretty comfortably.' Y/N laughed.

After agreeing to come up with the demo for What It Sounds Like that night, Y/N had taken a car back to her area. Remembering to thank the driver as she stepped out.

'Your hunter friend is part demon?' Y/N was greeted by an angry looking Jinu as she exited the elevator into her apartment.

'Uh, am I in trouble?' Y/N looked around, confused by the reaction of the room. All the boys seemed to be... upset?

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[sweetcalebb]

hii I love ur work bookie!!

brat tamer caleb nsfw? looks around nervously ..

Brat tamer Caleb ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 2.6k

a/n: hi bookie!! LOL no need to be nervous 😏 thank u so much!! that seriously means so much to me ‹33 hope this was okay. i can totally see caleb being a brat tamer, but only if u wanted him to be bc that man is DOWN BADD. like otherwise he would totally give in.

as always, DM me, comment, or send another ask if u wanted something else! i won't get butthurt. if anything i just get an excuse to write caleb more

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Everything was completely fine. You were completely fine.

Until Caleb rolled his sleeves to his elbows and leaned back in his chair like he didn't know exactly what that would do to you.

Maybe you were a little desperate, but that wasn't news. You were always desperate for Caleb.

You shifted closer, brushing up against his side like it was just some innocent gesture. "Calebbb."

Caleb grinned, leaning down to hear you over the clinking glass and passing conversations. "Pipsqueaakk."

You pursed your lips and batted your eyelashes. It was an overused look, but one that always won Caleb over—he claimed it was "too pretty to resist."

"Aren't you a little bored?" You trailed your heel up his shin under the table, the touch drawing out a small chuckle. He knew that move. Knew that look.

"Mm.. maybe a little," he admitted. "But it'd be rude to leave a dinner you're supposed to have with your friends."

You frowned, leaning in even closer. Who cared about modesty anymore? Caleb looked too damn good to not be bending you over the table right now.

Alright. Down, girl.

"C'mon." You nudged him lightly. "We can just say a quick goodbye and be done."

But he still wasn't budging. If anything, he was liking this, letting an amused little grin tugging at his lips.

You chewed your cheek. What an ass.

"Please?" You brushed your lips against his ear, the gesture innocent enough to pass off as nothing. "I need you."

Caleb watched as you sat back. Oh, you were going all out.

The thought made him laugh. He loved you like this. Loved how desperate you were to be put you in your place. "You're being naughty tonight."

You sucked your lip between your teeth, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"I'm sorry, Pips," he huffed, shaking his head and taking a small sip of his drink, "but I think you can wait a little."

"Caleb—"

"You really wanna act all needy in front of your friends?" Caleb mused, casting you a sideways glance. Any protests you had left instantly melted away. It was hard to think when Caleb looked at you like that—all smug and sharp like he already had you exactly where he wanted.

"Just sit pretty. You'll get what you want in a little."

You huffed.

Just sit pretty?

No. No, absolutely not. Caleb had never resisted that look. Why the hell was he starting now, when you needed him so badly it hurt?

You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat, your eyes darting over your friends who all looked completely unbothered—laughing, drinking, eating.

God.

They had no idea that Caleb had just denied you.

And that you were going to make him pay.

The rest of the night you teased him.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, flashing him an innocent smile when his eyes darted towards you. Sharp. Suspicious.

You didn't stop though. Instead, you brought your hand higher, stopping dangerously close to his groin. And when he didn't even flinch, you went higher. His hitched little breath was your cue to pull back.

Two could play this game.

You pulled your dress a little too low to expose more skin. You brushed your ankle against his more suggestively. You texted him the filthy things and watched as he read them, then spread his thighs subtly and shifted in his seat.

You were getting to him.

Deny as he might.

But he never broke. No. Caleb was too cool for that. He could give your leg a warning little squeeze and murmur dirty promises in your ear, but he didn't break.

Not even on the car ride home.

You sat there, elbow resting on the window and legs squeezed together.

"Tired?"

You blinked, glancing over at Caleb. He wasn't looking at you. Not then, anyway. But you saw it, heard it—the little upward curl of his lips and mocking lilt in his voice.

You sucked in your cheek. "Mmn. No, I'm feeling great. Actually," you shifted, squeezing your legs together a little tighter, "I think I'll help myself when I get home."

Caleb tensed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Play nice, Pips."

"I am playing nice," you hummed, turning your gaze back out the window.

Caleb let out a disbelieving laugh. You were annoyingly stubborn and he loved that. You gave him the perfect challenge. The perfect chase.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

Caleb's eyes darted toward you again. "What do you mean?"

You met his gaze again, lips soft and sweet, curled into the cute smile that told him you were up to.

"I'm just so—" you sighed, arching your back off the seat. Not too dramatic. Just enough to look real. "I'm so pent up. I don't know if I can wait 'till we get home."

Caleb scoffed. "You wouldn't."

You shouldn't.

You knew what he'd do to you when you got home. How'd he'd put you back in your place and God, if that isn't what you were asking for all night.

"I would," you murmured, eyes glued to him as you pulled your dress up and bunched it around your stomach.

Caleb let out a stuttered breath. But he didn't speak. He couldn't. Because were you seriously about to get off in front of him? In his passenger seat? To taunt him?

The answer was a resounding yes when he heard the first, slick slide of your fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves.

And you just smiled, lazily rolling up into your touch. Caleb's eyes narrowed.

THAT was it.

You finally had him.

You could feel it.

Without warning, he swerved onto a different street, pulling into an empty, dimly lit parking space, and turned the engine off.

"Get in the back." He stared at you, his chest falling and rising just a little too quickly. "Now."

A small part of you wanted to put up more of a fight. Reject him the way he'd so rudely done to you this evening. But the bigger, more needy part of you was already scrambling to the back seat.

You watched with bated breath as Caleb slipped out of the car, only to slip into the back seat with you.

He didn't tease or wait, just grabbed you and pressed you into the window. You gasped, hands grasping for something to hold onto.

Caleb leaned over you, his stomach pressing against your lower back as he murmured into your ear. "You're lucky I love you so much, you know?" He dragged his hand down your leg, then back up to slip it between your legs, and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric of your underwear.

"I could've made you wait 'till we got home, but I'm taking care of you right now."

You whined, helplessly nudging your hips back against his hand. "Thank you."

You didn't care how breathy or pathetic you sounded. You needed Caleb now.

Caleb huffed, nudging your panties to the slide to run his fingers through your drooling cunt. "Don't thank me yet."

But your body was already doing that, fluttering around nothing, begging for him to do something. And when he finally did, you nearly buckled.

You would've collapsed into the window if he hadn't been holding you.

"You're so wet," he awed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your puffy clit. "Were you like this the whole dinner?"

"Yes," you moaned out, your body jolting when he teased your entrance. It was barely the tip of his finger, but you were desperate and overeager. Any touch had your mind spinning.

"Naughty girl," he breathed, dipping his finger in your clenching hole for a second before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

You whined, pushing your hips back again.

You thought you had him.

That he was finally giving you what you were begging for all night.

Until he pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh."

You breathed out a shaky sigh.

No, no, no.

Why was he stopping?

"Caleb—Please."

"Nope."

You fought every cell in your body not to push your hips back again. You knew you'd find nothing, but it was like instinct.

"You don't get to take after tonight. You just get to look pretty while I do this." His fingers found your slick folds again, but he didn't move. Not yet. "Understand?"

You bit your lip.

Caleb nipped at your ear. "C'mon, baby. Understand?"

"I understand," you whimpered.

"There you go." Finally, he started moving again, rubbing you in maddening little circles. He knew just the way you liked it. Knew you liked to be teased just a little.

So he'd slip his finger down and pump a finger in. Slow, steady, then go back to your clit when you thought you'd had enough.

But you weren't getting enough.

"Caleb, this isn't fair," you exhaled, dropping your head against the window like that might ease the ache between your legs.

"No? You don't think so, Pips?" He mused, words a little breathy.

Your skin prickled at the teasing lilt you heard. You knew it was pointless, but you shook your head away, the movement slow and pathetic.

"What isn't fair is you thinking you have the right to anything after you were touching me and sending me those dirty texts all night," Caleb gritted out, plunging his fingers in and curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You gasped, unable to help the way your hips jerked back. "Yes! Oh, God!"

For a second, you had some semblance of relief before he was pulling out again.

"Pipsqueak... I thought I told you to keep still."

"You..." You paused, a whine tearing from your throat when he went back to the same agonizing movements on your achy clit. "You didn't explicitly say to stay still. You just—you just told me to look pr—"

"Don't get smart with me unless you want me to stop completely." His breath fanned over your neck. "And I really don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop!" You sunk your nails into the leather seat. "I'll be still. Promise."

Claeb groaned, moving his fingers slightly faster now. Maybe it was a reward, or maybe he just couldn't help it. You didn't know. Didn't care. He was moving faster and that's all that mattered.

Your breath left in uneven pants as the heat in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

Caleb was hitting all the perfect spots, circling the little bud between your thighs like he knew your body better than he knew his own.

You were almost there.

Just a little more.

Your lips parted with a silent gasp.

Then—

He stopped.

Gently eased his hand away and started pumping you, slowly.

You nearly cried. "No, no, no. Caleb—" You bit your lip to keep the pathetic sound from tumbling out. "Ca–Caleb, please! Just—I—"

"Shh, you're okay."

If you hadn't caught the mocking edge in his voice, you would've melted at the sweet words.

"Next time, don't tease me if you can't handle this."

You sighed, the sound breaking off on a whine. Your window was all fogged up, sweat and tears clung to your cheeks. You were a mess, and Caleb was completely fine. Teasing you. Feeling you, like you weren't losing your goddamn mind.

"I won't do it again," you blurted. "Just let me come. I wanna come..!"

Caleb huffed out a quiet laugh. "A brat and a liar." He slid his slick fingers back in your throbbing cunt, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge. "Suchh a naughty girl today, huh?"

"'Mmno! I promise!"

Caleb sunk in knuckle deep and started curling his fingers, brushing over the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-ahh," Caleb murmured. "You know how I feel about broken promises."

"Caleb—P-please! Pro–promise!"

He laughed again, the sound making you clench around him. "You're making this worse for yourself, Pips."

You were close again. He was touching all the right spots, curling and uncurling his fingers in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs tremble around his hand.

"You're close," he rasped, listening to the obscene squelch that told him you were so worked up it hurt.

You grit your teeth, nodding.

So close again.

He had to give it to you this time. He had to. You earned it, right?

Fucking wrong.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled away. Again. Fingers slick and warm.

Your whole body was screaming for release. He couldn't leave you like this. He wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" you cried. "I'm sorry I teased you! Please let me come!"

"Yeah?" Caleb brought his fingers back to the mess between your legs and tapped them playfully against your slick flesh. The sound it drew was sinful. "I don't believe you."

"Caleb—!"

"Show me how sorry you are." Slowly, he pushed his fingers back in. "Fuck yourself on me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I—I can move?"

Caleb's fingers twitched, eager to watch you lose yourself. "Mhmm. You can move."

"I can come?"

"Yep. Move, cum, whatever you want—as long as you do the work. Can you do that, Pips?"

You didn’t even answer—you were already grinding down, fucking yourself on his fingers like you needed it to breathe. You were moaning and panting on every filthy slide of his fingers.

"You look so pretty like this." Caleb gawked, watching every shift and twitch of your hips as you sank on his fingers over and over again. "Using my fingers to get yourself off—Fuck—"

He bit his lip at the little curse slipped out. He wanted to keep up the facade of indifference, but it was impossible when you looked and felt like that.

"Faster. C'mon," he rasped. "Don't you want it?"

"Mm'yes! I want it!" You didn't miss a beat. You moved faster, filling the car with your moans and cries.

The corners of your vision blurred as you chased down your orgasm like a woman possessed. You didn't stop. Didn't hesitate, not even when you felt your arms shake and your head lull forward against the glass.

"Caleb! I'm—Yes! Oh, God!"

"That's it. Right there, right there," Caleb encouraged.

And then you were finally coming.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a guttural cry. Your body twitched, wave after wave of arousal gushing around his slender fingers.

Caleb held you through everything, making sure you didn't collapse against the door when the aftershocks finally washed over you.

"Hey, you okay?"

When you didn't answer, panic flared in his chest. Had he been too mean? Did he hurt you?

Caleb shifted, sitting back and holding you in his lap.

"Hey, Pips."

"Mm."

He sighed.

"Don't do that to me. Are you okay?"

You didn't answer, just lazily curled into his chest and wrapped two shaky arms around his neck.

Caleb instantly melted into you, peppering your head with kisses. "You did so good, pretty."

You gave another quiet hum in response and he chuckled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I'm.. very okay."

Caleb smiled. "Good." He pressed another kiss to your head. "Wanna stay like this for a bit?"

"Please."

He huffed. "Anything for you."

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[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ TILL YOU TELL ME TO LEAVE — situationship! toji fushiguro

SUM. you went out on a date tonight. but toji’s planning to stay until you tell him to go.

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. x fem! reader. 1.3k words. infidelity (ish). reader + toji have sex while she’s on the phone. unprotected p in v. doggy. ass slapping (once). use of pet names. kinda jealous toji (he’s in denial). reader needs to stand up probably.

A/N. congratulations to the lovely pepper (@prosypepper) on 2k! 😽 thank you for hosting!

toji fushiguro was not a jealous man.

he didn’t have anything to get jealous about—you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

and yet all he found himself thinking about when he was pounding you from behind, your nails digging into your sheets below and your cunt gushing and squeezing around his cock like a vice was the fact that you'd dressed up for someone earlier tonight. if he tried hard enough, he could still smell the extravagant scent of the man's axe spray clinging onto your skin.

someone more put together than him, though. that he was sure of. someone that didn't come after the sun had set, leaving before he got too comfortable being around you. before he got used to feeling of your arms clinging onto him in the middle of the night, reaching out just as he's standing up.

even your sweet moans echoing through the room weren't enough to break him out of his thoughts. "so, how'd your little date go?"

you swore your heart nearly dropped to your ass, your grip on the sheets just a little bit tighter. a low sigh left your lips as you turned around to face toji. but before you had the chance to say anything,

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt.

you were planning on ignoring the incessant buzzing on your night stand. maybe text back a half assed apology and say that you were busy. but that wasn't good enough for toji.

of course it wasn't.

"come on, answer it, doll. you have better manners than this," he tutted, passing it over to you. leaving no room to object.

you gave him a glare, biting back whatever retort was on your tongue before reluctantly turning to face your phone again. toji didn't miss that you'd saved the contact under the man's name and (hinge) right next to it. you answered the call at the last ring before it went to voicemail, "hello?"

"hello?" toji mocked right in your ear, fingers rubbing on your clit. if only to get you to slip—to say his name to the man who took you out tonight. casual be damned.

"h-hey!" your date spoke up, almost like he wasn't expecting for you to actually answer the call. "sorry if i'm being a bit forward here, i just wanted to know that you got home safe. i had a lot of fun with you tonight."

"i had a lot of fun too, t-thanks for the dinner," your breath hitched when toji angled his hips, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. the way you gushed and dripped around his cock almost had him convinced you were into this.

toji supposed he got the answer to his question from earlier.

he leaned in, pressing his lips against the side of your neck. biting down hard enough to leave a mark behind, a yelp leaving your lips. you smacked the side of his arm, but he was unmoving. simply soothing the sting on your neck with his tongue.

"are you okay?" the man on the other line suddenly asked, everything else having gone quiet. listening into whatever he could.

"yeah, no, i'm good. just bumped my toe against the side of the table," you responded after a couple seconds, hoping he wouldn't see through your lie.

and the man behind you almost seemed to relish in this. "maybe you should turn the camera on, ma. show him justtt how you like being fucked," toji whispered in your other ear, his fingers drawing torturous circles around your swollen lil' clit.

you could hear your date speaking on the phone, talking about the menu of all things. you could only uh-huh so much before another moan left you again. so you spoke up, "actually, do you mind if i call you tomorrow? i'm kind of busy right now."

you didn't wait to hear his answer, hanging up within seconds.

toji tutted his tongue yet again, staring at you with faux disappointment. barely managing to keep his lips from twitching into a teasing grin, "you didn't have to be so rude, doll. he was so excited to talk to you."

"oh, shove it fushiguro."

"with pleasure, baby." he shoved his cock back inside in a single thrust, knocking out the air out of your lungs. fucking you how he'd been wanting to (and barely resisting) throughout the phone call.

"o-oh fuck!" a loud whine left your lips, his hips snapping against your ass harshly. you buried your head further into the pillow, each muffle and whine muffled.

"could your date fuck you like this, baby?" toji questioned, his hands coming to grip your hips. gripping them like he purposely wanted to indent his fingers onto your skin. leave something of his clinging onto your body. you didn't answer—you both already knew the answer.

"tell me or i'll stop," he warned, cock twitching inside of you as he slowed down. you shook your head, raising it from the pillow before mumbling, "no, no, he couldn't."

one large hand smacked against the plushness of your ass, the fat jiggling under the impact. "louder, i can't hear you." you turned around to spot that same cocky grin on his face, a glare forming on your face.

"no. i said that no, he couldn't fuck me like you do," you relented, letting out a satisfied moan when he sped up again. his balls twacked! twacked! twacked! against your wet cunt, his fingers rubbing your clit in quick circles. you clenched around him tighter like you wanted to milk him dry, his cock sliding in and out of you like a waterpark with how soaked you were.

"gonna cum, keep going, please," you babbled, feeling that pressure building in your lower tummy. your walls constricted against his cock in a rhythmic motion, his own thrusts starting to grow rushed and sloppy.

"not gonna stop, cum all over my dick." your release washed over you with a loud moan, your head falling slack. toji fucked you through your orgasm into his own, following soon after and painting your walls white.

he stayed still for a couple seconds, letting himself catch his breath before pulling out of your twitching pussy. toji leaned in, jaw slack as he sucked the mixture of fluids out of your cunt. cleaning you up with his tongue before swiping a moist rag over your folds.

you knew what was coming next. toji didn't hesitate to grab his clothes off the floor with superhuman speed, pulling them over his body like every second he spent here outside of sex was akin to torture.

"you don't have to leave." you turned to look over at him, slipping your night shirt over your head. "i won't make something big of it, i know we're just sleeping together. so don't worry about me getting my hopes up or anything."

toji couldn't give you anything other than this simple, no strings (or so he thought) attached situation, but he always knew that you deserved more than him. so, he could give you a night. he settled beside you, pulling the blankets up.

toji fushiguro was like a stray dog. enjoying the comforts of domesticity and the feeling of having a temporary home, but only staying around for whatever scraps he could receive before he went out on his way again.

but he decided to stay. he'd be staying as you let him into the comfort of your presence, even if he doesn't give much in return. all he does is worry you senseless, coming to your apartment half bloody at times and gasping for breath. he's aware.

but he'd be staying in your bed and underneath your warm blankets until you finally told him to leave, that you never wanted to see him again.

[kelisewrites]

bf!katsuki gives you a promise ring!

maybe about half an hour ago, you got a text from katsuki telling you to come over. when you walk into katsukis dorm, and see him sitting on his bed, awkwardly still. weird.

“hey kats!” you greet him like usual.

a pause. “…sit down.”

okay, he’s being scary. you sit down next to him and somethings definitely wrong. he’s quiet. too quiet.

“katsuki? you okay?”

he shifts. “just— let me talk.” he continues on, “you know i’m not good with words and all that sweet talk shit.”

you nod slowly. “yeah..?”

avoiding eye contact, he takes a long breath in. he reaches in his pocket, before be pulls out his hand which now has something in it.

“..got this for you,” he says, opening his hand.

its a box.

a little square velvet box.

you stare at him, wide eyed.

“before you freak out— this ain’t a fuckin’ proposal. it’s a promise ring. open it up,”

you open the box, revealing a ring. it’s a simple one, but fancy. and obviously expensive. katsuki watches you closely, trying to see your reaction.

shocked, “how much was this?”

“don’t worry about it. wanted you to have somethin’ nice.”

you look up at him, glossy eyed. katsuki takes the box from you, taking the ring out before gesturing you to hold your hand out.

he slides the ring onto one of your fingers. he then takes both of your hands into his, his thumb running across your knuckles.

he’s quiet as he’s looking at the ring. he opens his mouth but hesitates like he’s not sure what to say next.

“only gonna say this once, so don’t fuckin’ forget it.” he goes on, “need you to know I ain’t going anywhere. you matter to me, and—fuck—i’m staying. you hear me?”

you smile. big. “katsuki!”

“dont make a big deal out of this shit. just means I plan on marrying you,” he shrugs.

you look down at your hand to see how the ring looks on you. your heart was pounding.

“so, when?”

he cocked his head. “huh?”

clarifying, “when are you gonna propose for real?”

“why the hell are you asking me that now?”

“well, you said it means we’re gonna get married. so, when? soon? in a year—maybe two?”

oh he’s mad. “I don’t have it set on the fuckin calendar! whenever we’re both ready!”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. “okay okay, fine. thank you though, kats— I love it. love you.”

he shakes his head then smiles with you. “love you too, crazy.”

.ᐟ

[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part fifteen | r.c

summary:

“Hey Princess,” he greeted you with a cheerful smile, before his eyes wandered over to Topper. “Topper.”

“Maybank.”

Topper swept his eyes over JJ’s repaired bike and then to you, before looking back at your boyfriend. JJ wordlessly held out the helmet in your direction while holding eye contact with Topper, who clenched his jaw.

“I don’t like this guy,” he muttered into your ear as you hug him goodbye. “But it’s your life.”

OR; you're on a mission to mend bridges. succession rate goes about 50/50

pairing: rafe cameron x reader, jj maybank x reader

warnings: horny behavior and um.... you might get angry. That's all😃

word count: 3.2k

author’s note: it’s kinda short compared to the last few chapters, but i had to move things around to make everything work out the way i had planned, and i gotta say it’s def better than this! this chapter was kinda hard for me to write, but we move anyways😔🫣we are also approaching the final four chapters which is so insane to me. happy reading🫶🏼

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pt. fifteen: “for you I would ruin myself”

The group chat was exceptionally dry. Ever since the Enduro, it had been crickets. There wasn’t even the occasional ping from Kelce, sending in a stupid meme, which no one could understand but him. You couldn’t remember the last time the group chat was this dead. Honestly, you had expected the radio silence, knowing your friends. But still, it hurt.

Only a few weeks ago, you had thought about this exact scenario and then it happened, just like that. Maybe you had accidentally manifested it.

With a small sigh, you rolled over on your back staring at the ceiling. You heard steps coming up the stairs before they stopped at your door, and based on the lightness of them, it must be your mother.

“You’re not going out today?”

You glanced to your mother, shaking your head.

“No, I don’t think so. Are you?”

“Yes, I’m meeting your father out on the golf course for a tee time.”

With a small sigh, you nodded, straightening your head to stare at the ceiling again.

“Okay, have fun.”

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Despite her words, your mother lingered in the door for a few seconds before she retreated. You remembered how your parents used to take you to the golf course with them when they were playing with the Thorntons when you were younger, the adults playing their rounds while you and Topper were playing the kiddie course, even though Topper had always been better than you. He just played with you so you wouldn’t have to play by yourself.

“Hey mom wait!” You called out, jumping up from your bed to run after her. “Can you drop me off at Topper’s?”

A short bit later, you shut the passenger’s side door of your mom’s car behind you, waving at her as she pulls away, while you walked up the driveway to the Thornton residence. Neat rose hedges adorned the sidewalk, hiding sharp thorns beneath their petals. You always thought it was funny Mrs. Thornton chose roses for her garden, you know, considering.

Your knocks were timid on the front door, but it didn’t take long until it opened, revealing Topper. He took a deep breath when he saw you, wordlessly opening the door wider to let you in.

You wrenched your hands nervously as you walked past him, straight to the living room, taking refuge on the arm chair.

“I really was planning on telling him, Top.”

“And yet you still didn’t,” Topper pointed out with a flat voice, sitting down on the couch. He looked tired when he scrubbed his hand over his face, the way he always did when there was a disagreement between you. While Kelce remained the neutral Switzerland, Topper was always the peace talker. You could imagine that it could get tiresome after a while, especially because you and were both hot heads. Topper was lucky, that you rarely fought, but when you did, it was like it took 10 years off his life.

“Have you heard from him?” you asked carefully and Topper gave you a look.

“What do you think? All of my calls and texts went unanswered, and he’s not home when I come by his house. Kelce’s so distraught, he’s hanging out with Ruthie.”

You winced.

Ruthie had been obsessed with Topper ever since he asked her for a dance during junior prom. She always tried to insert herself into your friend group, to get closer to Topper and thought Kelce was the easiest way in. Once, Ruthie even said, she’d always wanted a “token gay friend”.

With a small sigh, you leaned back in the arm chair you were sitting in. You took in a small breath, drawing your legs closer to your chest, as you tried to find the right words.

“I’m really sorry,” you said quietly, the clump in your throat returning. “I messed everything up.”

Topper sighed softly at the sound of your watery voice and you heard the couch rustling before his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on Precious, you know I cry when you cry,” he mumbled and you choked out a laugh when you pulled away to see his wet eyes.

“Sorry,” you sniffled, wiping your check with the back of your hand. “I knew Rafe would find out eventually but I didn’t think it would blow up like that.”

“Yeah…” Topper signed, leaning back, crouched down in front of you. “He hasn’t been well, Precious. Even before all that. Something’s going on with him.”

You nodded in silent agreement, leaning back in your seat.

“I’m going to talk to him. Apologize and try to explain. It’s not fair that he’s mad at you…”

“You sure you wanna fall on your sword like that?” Topper asked sceptically and you rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s not a sword, don’t try to act smart. Rafe is my best friend and I lied to him, that’s on me,” you pointed out, frowning at the distance before you turned back to Topper, your forehead smoothing again. “We good?”

Topper gave you a wry smile before nodding. “Yeah, Precious. We’re good.”

Beaming a smile at him, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. “Thanks Top,” you sighed in relief. At least you hadn’t lost all of your friends. Though if you had to guess, the talk with Rafe probably wouldn’t go half as easy as it did with Topper.

A buzzing on your lap made Topper pull away, and he frowned at your phone before picking it up, to show you the screen.

JJ [05/29/24: 12:49 pm]: you home?

“His timing’s got to be better,” he groaned and you snickered, taking your phone from him. JJ really had a knack for interrupting.

Princess 👑 [05/29/24: 12:50 pm]: no, at Topper’s

JJ [05/29/24: 12:50 pm]: be there in 10

“He’s coming to pick me up,” you sighed and Topper gave you a look.

“Did you ask him to?”

“So he just… Told you he’s coming?”

Topper’s face told you exactly what he was thinking, and you couldn’t really blame him. You were thinking the same thing.

“Yeah, but I can’t be bothered to argue with him,” you shrugged with your shoulders. “It’s not a hill I’m willing to die on.”

Topper wasn’t entirely convinced but luckily he held back any further comments. It wasn’t long before the telltale roaring of JJ’s bike sounded in the neighborhood, and Topper walked you out, clearly unimpressed when JJ stopped in front of the porch on his bike.

It looked like new. Again.

After the crash at the race, you had the bike repaired at the shop, on your dime. JJ has refused, at first of course, but you had insisted. Rafe caused the fall and it was because of you, so you felt like it was your responsibility to take care of it. Plus, you didn’t want to feel like you owed JJ something.

“Hey Princess,” he greeted you with a cheerful smile, before his eyes wandered over to Topper. “Topper.”

“Maybank.”

Topper swept his eyes over JJ’s repaired bike and then to you, before looking back at JJ. He wordlessly held out the helmet in your direction while holding eye contact with Topper, who clenched his jaw.

“I don’t like this guy,” he muttered into your ear as you hug him goodbye. “But it’s your life.”

You gave him a wry smile as you pulled away.

“I’ll text you later,” you told him, pecking his cheek before you skipped down the stairs towards JJ. You had barely put on the helmet and climbed on the bike behind JJ when he let the engine roar out, driving off the drive way. You had been on his bike so many times at this point, that you were used to it, leaning into the turn when he took one. It wasn’t much longer until the road turned from road to gravel, then dirt. You had been back at his place only once, with JJ trying to avoid being home as much as possible. From what you could tell, he and his dad didn’t have the best relationship, which confirmed most of the rumors the island were spreading about Luke Maybank.

“Your dad not home?” you asked after getting off the bike, pulling the helmet off.

“Nah, he’s working on a right this week,” JJ replied, turning his bike off and gesturing towards the door. “Mi casa es tu casa.”

“Oh you’re speaking Spanish now?” you teased and he smirked at you as he walked up to you.

“Just in case Mr. Diaz talks smack about me again,” JJ said, putting his hands on your waist to give you a gentle shove towards the house. “Now get in or do I have to carry you in?”

You giggled when he dug his fingers into your waist, ushering you inside, while he pressed his chest against your backside. He made quick work of leading you straight to his bedroom, where both of you felt more comfortably in. For him, it was the space he retreated to, to hide from his father, if you had to guess, and for you it was because the rest of the house seemed so... Cold.

His bedroom on the other hand was warm, full of small trinkets on the window sill, the small desk and the night stand cramped between the wall and his bed. The bedsheets were a bright blue, wrinkling under your body when you threw yourself on his bed.

“Did you change your bedsheets?” you asked coyly, flattening said sheets with the palm of your hand while JJ closed his bedroom door.

“Only the best for Princess,” he answered matter of factly, acting very prim and proper before he knelt on the bed, giving you a sneaky grin, making him look very boyish. His biceps flexed, as he crawled on top of you and you were quick to run your hands up his arms, free from any fabric due to his fashionable choice of a tanktop.

You had told him once, that he had nice arms, and now he was wearing sleeveless shirt more than not.

JJ settled in between your legs and you instinctively leaned up, as he met you halfway to kiss you. Your hands intertwined behind his neck as you kissed, while his snuck under your shirt, caressing the side of your rib cage. Slowly, he pushed the hem off your shirt up, exposing your stomach before he nudged it over your chest. You allowed him to take it off, watching as he tossed the shirt aside. JJ wasted no time to attach his lips to your neck, as he kissed down your body.

“I do want to thank you...” he murmured against your skin and it took you a second to process what he was saying. This wasn’t a situation where your head was clear.

“Wait, what?”

JJ let out a small laugh, like he was embarrassed, ducking his head. You forehead creased when it finally dawned on you what he was referring to.

“JJ,” you sighed, waiting until he peered up at you through his long, blond lashes, and you drew a hand back to push the hair out of his face. “You don’t have to do this to thank me, just do it because you want me.”

He gave you a look. “You’re crazy if you think I don’t want you. But I can kill two birds with one stone,” JJ pointed out. “I don’t take handouts.”

“It wasn’t a handout,” you corrected him, frowning. “That crash was my fault.”

“No, it was Rafe’s.”

“So you want Rafe to pay for your bike?” you asked dryly, before shaking your head. “Look, I know the crash was Rafe’s fault. But he took it out on you, even though he was mad at me. And rightfully so.”

“Don’t make excuses for him,” JJ scoffed and you gave him a look.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” he snorted. “He’s an asshole and it’s not helping that you’re picking up after him.”

You let out a small, annoyed sigh. How the fuck did you get here?

“I hurt him, JJ. Granted, he did overreact, I’m not making excuses for that, but I did play a role in for what happened.”

JJ groaned, slapping his forehad with his open palm, an act that irritated the hell out of you. “Princess, Rafe’s not who you think he is. Neither are all of your so called friends.”

“That’s enough,” you said, your patience starting to run thin. “These are my best friends we’re talking about. I don’t talk shit about your friends, why are you talking shit about mine?”

“Because my friends are decent human beings,” JJ pointed out and you raised a brow at him, pursing your lips.

“Stop it,” you finally snapped, getting angry. JJ’s face softened at your outburst, reaching for your hand in an attempt to ease your anger, but you evaded his touch, shaking your head. “You know if you have that image of my friends, what does that say about what you think of me?”

“Well, you’re different.”

“Why?” you exclaimed. “You and your friends keep saying that I’m different but never say why.”

JJ shrugged with his shoulders. “I don’t know. You’re a girl. Rafe and the guys, they’re just a bad influence on you, and that’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

Your mouth dropped at his words.

“Excuse me?”

“Princess,” JJ sighed in a way, like he was explaining why the sky was blue to a fucking toddler. “I’m just saying, you were born into that world, with those friends, who pushed their own opinion on you.”

You let out a scoff in disbelief when you finally realized what he was trying to say.

“You don’t respect me,” you said in a calm tone and JJ’s eyes widened.

“Whoa whoa whoa, hey, now we know that’s not true, I said we didn’t have to fuck when you said no, remember?” he reminded you, which you only laughed at. This was exactly what you had expected him to say.

“Respecting consent and respecting me are two different things, JJ,” you pointed out to him, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You parade me around like I’m a prized possession, unable to make my own decisions. I choose to be friends with Rafe and Topper and Kelce, and I can form my own thoughts. I mean, do you really think I would be with you if I thought about you the way they do?”

JJ seemed at loss for words for while, running his hands through his hair, frustrated.

”I mean, look at Sarah,” he then said defensively. “She was so uptight and prissy when she was with Topper, and now she’s the most carefree and happy person ever since she’s been with John B.”

Did he really just compare you and him to John B and Sarah? You tipped your head back to roll your eyes at the ceiling, getting out from under JJ to stand, picking up your shirt from the floor.

“Sarah is happy because John B loves and respects her for who she is. You don’t respect me.”

Pulling your shirt back on, you tried to even your breaths, before you spoke again. “Thanks, JJ. I think it’s better if we stop seeing each other. Clearly, it’s not working.”

JJ gaped at you, but you don’t give him the time to answer, already walking out of the house. Distantly, you could hear him run after you, the door slamming against the wall when he stepped out on the front porch, as you walked off his property.

“Hey come on, at least let me give you a ride home!” JJ shouted after you, but you turned around, your step never faltering.

“I’m good. Princess can find her way back home.”

With those words, you kept walking, the sun beating down on you and the more you walked, the more your anger started melting into shame, your shoulders hunched, like you were carrying it on your back. You should have known, this thing with JJ wouldn’t last long. You had put up with a lot, which you usually wouldn’t have. He kept calling you Princess, which you didn’t mind, but it was the way he treated you, manhandling you and making decisions for you, like you were a doll, unable to form your own thoughts. At least now you knew why.

It wasn’t long until you reached the main street, and while the sturdiness of the paved road felt better under your feet it also meant being exposed to curious onlookers. These streets were not made for walking, and it didn’t help that you were strolling around the Cut, sticking out like a sore thumb. You couldn’t wait until you got back to Figure Eight, at least you felt like you could blend in. The more you walked, the more the entire situation started dawning on you, tears pricking in your eyes.

“God, what the fuck am I even crying for?” you muttered to yourself, wiping the tears rolling down your cheek away, but they quickly were replaced with fresh ones. It wasn’t long until you reached the one long stretch of road that lead over to the bridge, with no chances of cover as the cars drove by one by one, but you had no other choice than walk it.

Obviously, you could call a cab or an uber, but you’d feel like a hypocrite after throwing those words at JJ only to back down again, so you braved the last bit of walking on the Cut. Every time a car passed by, however, you turned your face away, not wanting random passersby to see you crying on the street like cliché girl being depressed after a break up. You could hear a particularly fast car coming up from behind you and you turned your face to the left, waiting for it to pass. But instead of driving off and becoming a small dot in the distance, the car suddenly stopped, before it reversed on the street.

You froze, being mugged really was the last thing you needed right now, even though you didn’t have anything on you. Even your dignity was holding on by a thread the longer you walked. Your heart started beating really fast, your mind racing with what to do, until you realized that it was Rafe’s truck. Then, another type of panic set in. Quickly, you wiped your face, and cleared your throat, to remove all hints of your depressive episode, before he came to a stop next to you, rolling his windows down.

“What the hell are you doing walking out here?”

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author’s note: surprise?😃

[levigarden999]

Maybe what if reader breaks up with Kaiser because he’s too selfish while he already bought the ring for them to pop the question? Can be angsty/fluff at the end?

different perspectives 𓍯 michael kaiser x reader

⋆.˚ notes : inspired by the req above , thank u anon ♡

you knew this day would come eventually when you’d have the hardest, most gut wrenching talk with your boyfriend kaiser. you had prepared for this discussion for a few weeks now, but it didn’t make it any easier. but it seemed like that breaking up was simply the best option available.

of course, it wasn’t a surprise to you that kaiser was a self centered bastard, literally. soccer was his whole life and he always made it clear to everyone how damn skilled he was. you were fine with his bragging and arrogant attitude, and somehow it was even a part of his charm. but what you weren’t okay with was his selfishness.

you would’ve never guessed how selfish the guy could actually get, even towards the woman he claimed so dearly to love.

the fact he always promised you more support, how he would be there for you more in the future and that he’d make more time for your relationship. the fact he promised to take you out more often and do those small things couples do that make you feel validated. however, all those promises were broken. straight up lies.

kaiser returned from practice that evening, hair slightly damp from sweat and the compress shirt clinging to his form, revealing the tattoo on his neck so beautifully. however, you didn’t even glance at him as he arrived home. in fact, you were already in tears.

”i’m home, baby” he started, the usual cocky and somehow cheerful tone in his voice as he slipped his shoes off.

”michael, we need to talk” you answered immediately. kaiser probably noticed the firmness in your tone because he obediently walked over to you in the living room, a confused tone in his voice as he spoke.

”yeah? what’s up?”

you turned to look at him from the couch, revealing your tear stained cheeks and trembling lips to him. the sight surprised him totally – kaiser’s eyes visibly widened at the sight of you so miserable. as if you hadn’t been suffering for the last few years with him.

”i-i’m so tired, mike… i… i can’t do this anymore” you whimpered, voice choked.

he blinked, not understanding your words.

”you can’t do what anymore?” kaiser asked, but you knew he knew what you talked about. the fear was evident in his tone.

”you know what. i… i’ve talked about our problems and… you never change. i’m tired. i don’t… want to be with you anymore” you continued sobbing and hiccuping, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks again.

at that, kaiser’s face twisted into something more emotional. there was confusion, even hurt, in his face as those blue eyes pierced through you.

”what about me? what about what i want?”

you scoffed and shook your head.

”that’s exactly what i mean. it’s always about you, isn’t it? always about what you want and what you need and what you require!” you suddenly snapped, the obvious frustrating booming through the room like an echo of misery.

kaiser fell silent. you could tell he felt like his voice was gone. for once in his life, he was goddamn speechless.

you huffed and stood up from the couch. you needed some alone time. the silence between you was too painful for you to handle right now.

”i’ll go take a walk” you mumbled, absent mindedly walking past him to the front door where he had left his duffel bag and… apparently something else as well?

”n-no, wait!” kaiser suddenly exclaimed, but it was too late.

you noticed yourself staring at a tiny shopping bag, which had a text in the front.

cartier . wedding selection

it took you a moment to understand what was going on. your mind couldn’t wrap itself around the fact what the small bag actually contained.

”… what is that” you whispered shakily, the words nearly getting stuck in your throat. you couldn’t even look at kaiser right now, not right now when you two clearly shared a different perspective over your relationship.

kaiser remained silent for a few seconds before he spoke, voice more pathetic and vulnerable than you’ve ever heard before.

”for you. obviously” he managed to utter out.

you then turned your head to him, needing more information. his eyes were on the floor, a few strands of blue hair hanging over his forehead. he looked so young, so vulnerable and troubled.

”i- i’ve thought about it for months now and… i bought it today. a ring for you” he continued. as you finally realized the gravity of the situation, your throat tightened even more and it felt like you would be sucked into the very core of earth at any second.

kaiser scratched his neck nervously, still not looking at you.

”i was thinking about proposing…. during our trip to italy next month”

trip to italy? since when were you going to italy?

”i-i remembered you mentioning how you want to spend more time with me and… i already bought plane tickets to venice for us. i… i remembered you telling me how much you adore water as an element and… well, there’s a, uh, river, so, i thought that proposing on a boat there would be perfect-”

”michael” you said.

he stopped rambling, those blue eyes finally meeting yours. you had never seen him looking at you with such eyes before. the deep blue was now lighter, the look in his eyes now so distant yet craving and needing. you saw his adam’s apple bob, a lump going down his throat.

”i’m not… you don’t have to take me to venice to be a better boyfriend. you don’t have to buy me a wedding ring to prove yourself to me” you sighed, the gentle words leaving your mouth without much else thought. your voice was still trembling.

you took a step closer to him, your eyes matching the vulnerability in his as well.

kaiser avoided your eye contact again as he shifted uncomfortably.

”but… you mentioned you wanted to spend more time with me. to have more dates, more romance from me” he muttered. it was almost unbelievable seeing his usually very arrogant and straight up annoying attitude gone.

you couldn’t help but soften from the inside.

”no. i asked for more support. i asked for your physical presence and… emotional presence as well. i don’t need vacations or rings, michael. i simply want to trust you again, i want to trust michael kaiser – i do not want some infuriating soccer star” you noticed a hint of a teasing undertone creeping into your words. kaiser fixed his gaze back to you, he was nearly pouting.

kaiser simply nodded, a pale hand reaching out and touching your cheek gently. it seemed like the first time ever he actually listened and understood what you had to say. you melted a little into his touch, since the moment felt so intimate and meaningful, which was something you hadn’t experienced in a while with him. he looked at you like he understood you, touched you like he actually didn’t want to lose you.

”okay” kaiser said, quietly.

”okay?” you raised an eyebrow, words just as quiet.

”okay. i’ll do it. i’ll prioritize you”

you blinked.

”i want to say you’re my wife. i want to marry you, i want to see the diamond ring on your finger and be reminded of the fact you want to spend the rest of your life with me just as much i want to spend it with you” he continued, a small smile appearing on his lips. the moment felt silent and peaceful, even though your heart was hammering against your ribs.

you couldn’t help but smile.

he then chuckled. ”and i know, the ring can wait though. but i’ll make sure you’ll say yes when i propose you some time in the future”

both of his hands landed on your cheeks and he leaned in closer. kaiser’s face softened even though his voice took a more serious tone.

”i promise. when i propose, you’ll say yes in the happiest, most confident way imaginable��

[cutielando]

comfort | oscar piastri

synopsis: in which he helps you deal with your pain

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: oscar piastri x girlfriend!reader

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You’ve always been good at hiding it. At school, at work, even with friends—no one ever seemed to notice how your body wasn’t quite right.

But it was harder to hide it from Oscar.

He had a way of seeing through your walls, reading your face when something was off, always managing to catch the tiniest change in your demeanor.

It had been a long day—one of those where everything felt heavy, and every movement was a struggle.

The dull ache in your lower abdomen had intensified this morning, but you powered through, like you always did.

But now, sitting in your living room, you were curled up on the couch, trying to distract yourself with a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the discomfort.

The cramps, the bloating, the mood swings. The things you never really talked about.

Oscar had been busy with Formula 1 preparations all week. He had barely been home, and you knew it was hard for him to balance his intense schedule and the time he spent with you.

But when he did have free moments, he always made it a point to check on you. His texts were constant, his concern never lessening.

"How are you feeling?" he’d ask. And you’d always reply with a simple "I’m okay," hoping it would be enough to keep him from worrying.

But today… you weren’t okay. You felt like you were falling apart.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You groaned quietly, not feeling like entertaining anyone.

But when the door opened, there he was, your tall, handsome boyfriend, with his signature grin that always made your heart flutter.

"Hey" Oscar said softly, stepping inside and locking eyes with you.

His smile faltered when he saw your slumped posture, the way your eyes were barely open, and the way you clutched the blanket around you like it was your lifeline.

"Hey" you whispered, trying your best to sit up straighter.

He didn’t say anything at first, just set his bag down and walked toward the couch, his eyes never leaving you.

He bent down to check your forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

"You’re burning up," he murmured. "What’s going on? You look pale."

"It’s just… my body," you said quietly. You didn’t want to burden him with your health issues again. "I’ll be fine."

Oscar wasn’t buying it. He leaned in, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

"No, you’re not fine. You haven’t been fine for a while. Talk to me, please. I want to help you"

You sighed, looking away for a moment, feeling the familiar weight of shame settle in your chest.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him—Oscar had always been so kind, so understanding—but it was hard to let someone in when you felt like your body was betraying you.

"I have PCOS," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. "It messes with my hormones and causes pain, bloating, weight gain... and sometimes I just feel so... tired. I try to push through it, but today it’s just too much."

Oscar’s face softened with understanding, and he immediately sat next to you on the couch, pulling you into his arms without hesitation.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours and, for a brief moment, the pain eased. His arms were a safe haven, a comfort, and the world outside seemed to slow down.

"I’m so sorry you’re going through this" Oscar said gently. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I didn’t want to worry you" you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t want you to think that I’m weak."

Oscar tilted your chin up, making sure you looked into his eyes.

"You’re not weak," he said firmly. "You’re one of the strongest people I know. And I’m here for you, always. You don’t have to hide this from me."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the tears threatening to spill. You didn’t know why you had been so afraid to open up to him.

Maybe it was because, in a way, you didn’t feel deserving of his care.

But now, wrapped in his arms, with his warmth surrounding you, that fear began to fade.

Oscar’s fingers gently brushed through your hair, the soft caress grounding you.

"What can I do to make you feel better? I hate seeing you like this"

"You’re already doing it," you whispered, leaning into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Just being here helps."

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I’m glad. But I’m also going to make sure you’re comfortable. You need rest, and I can help with that."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, surprised.

"You don’t have to do anything. You’ve got your own things to deal with."

Oscar shook his head, his eyes serious now.

"No, I’m making it a priority to take care of you. You’ve been taking care of me, of everything else. Now it’s my turn."

With that, he stood up, offering you his hand to help you stand.

"Let’s get you into bed, yeah? I’ll make you some tea, maybe a warm compress for your stomach. You just relax. I’ll take care of everything else."

You let him help you to your feet, and as he guided you toward the bedroom, you felt a small but important sense of relief.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t managed your condition before, but having someone who cared so deeply, someone who didn’t shy away from your struggles, made all the difference.

As you settled into bed, Oscar busied himself in the kitchen.

You could hear the sound of water boiling and the faint clinking of utensils as he prepared everything you’d need.

When he returned, he had a cup of herbal tea in one hand and a warm compress in the other.

He set everything down beside you on the bed, carefully placing the compress on your abdomen.

"This should help with the cramps," he said softly, sitting beside you once more. "Drink your tea, and I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep."

The warmth of the compress, the scent of the tea, and Oscar’s presence all combined to make you feel more at ease than you had in days.

You wrapped your hands around the warm cup, savoring the heat that seeped into your cold fingers.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Oscar smiled down at you, his eyes full of love and understanding.

"Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime."

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so i rewatched brave new world with my mom yesterday since she's never seen it and i got so excited to see my baby boy joaquín. then i had this stupid idea pop into my head. you know how people say being drunk brings out your true self, and there are videos of guys being like 'i can't go home with you. i have a girlfriend' and they're talking to their girlfriend? yeah, that's how this happened, lol. enjoy!

warnings/tags: fem!reader, getting drunk (except for reader who's the designated driver), alcohol, joaquín being a cutie, reader has earrings

It was a simple celebration. Bucky had won the election and was now a congressman, and to celebrate it, Sam set up a simple outing. Just you, him, Bucky, and Joaquín. Considering the fact that you were the designated driver, even though Bucky can’t get drunk, you watched as the three drank and partied to their hearts content.

"You okay over there?" you asked, leaning back against the bar as Joaquín attempted—poorly—to win a dance-off against Sam.

"He’s in his prime," Bucky said, nursing what had to be his third beer, though he looked exactly the same as he had two hours ago. "Like a flamingo on roller skates."

You snorted. "You’re not even drunk."

"I like the taste," Bucky shrugged. "Also, Sam said I have to 'participate emotionally.' Whatever that means."

Sam spun dramatically, almost knocking over a barstool, and Joaquín followed with a move that looked suspiciously like he was trying to lasso an invisible cow.

"I’m driving home," you said. "Just so we’re all clear."

"You're an angel," Sam said, slightly winded, leaning over the bar to grab water. "Also, your boyfriend is either gonna pass out or propose to that neon beer sign."

"Y/N!" Joaquín called suddenly. "Did you see that?"

"I saw something," you replied.

"You’re in love with me," he grinned.

Bucky muttered into his bottle, "unclear who he's talking to."

When last call finally hit and Sam declared Bucky the ‘honorary king of Brooklyn,’ you all stumbled out into the cool night air. You jingled your keys and pointed at your car. "Alright, Torres, you’re with me."

Joaquín blinked at you. Then blinked again. "Nooo."

You tilted your head. "No?"

"I don’t go home with other women," he said very seriously, pointing a finger at your chest like you were the stranger here. "I have a girlfriend."

Bucky stopped walking.

Sam turned around so fast he nearly tripped.

You just stared. "You—what?"

"I have a girlfriend," Joaquín repeated. "She’s cool. Smart. Wears those cute little planet earrings. I’m loyal."

Sam covered his mouth with both hands. Bucky took a few steps back, leaned against a lamppost, and said, "this is the best night of my life."

Sam’s shoulders shake. “I’m—” He squeaks between fingers. “I’m really trying not to laugh.”

Bucky gestures grandly at Joaquín. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

You take a step toward your very committed boyfriend. “Babe, I’m the girlfriend.”

Joaquín squints, swaying. “Nuh-uh. My girlfriend has a… face.” He draws a shaky circle in front of your nose. “And space earrings. Saturn and stuff.”

You tug the tiny hoop from your earlobe, dangle it. “Right here. Ringed planet, see?”

He stares. “You stole those from her.”

Bucky howled, “this is a masterpiece.”

Sam wipes his eyes. “C’mon, Casanova, let Y/N drive you home.”

“No,” Joaquín insists, backing up—straight into a parked scooter. It honks, he jumps, and nearly topples. “She’ll think I’m cheating!”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay. Plan B.” You point at Bucky. “New congressman, do something.”

Bucky raises both hands. “I can’t override true love, Y/N.”

Sam claps a hand on Joaquín’s shoulder. “Torres, buddy, where’s your phone?”

Joaquín pats every pocket twice, produces it triumphantly. “Gonna call her.”

You cross your arms. “Great. Put it on speaker.”

He does. Your ringtone—“Love Story”—blasts across the sidewalk. Bucky nearly folds in half laughing.

Joaquín frowns at the screen. “She’s not answering.”

“That’s wild,” you deadpan. “Maybe try texting?”

He types, tongue poking out in concentration. After a beat your own phone buzzes. You fish it out, and read it. Bird Boy: some lady kidnapped me send help

You hold the screen up for him. His eyes widen. “She’s here!”

Bucky claps like it’s Broadway. “Plot twist!”

Sam nudges him toward you. “Go on, lover boy.”

Joaquín stumbles forward, studying your face like a Magic Eye poster. Finally, recognition dawns. “Y/N?”

“Hi, genius.”

He breaks into the dopiest grin imaginable. “Hey, you found me.”

You cup his cheeks. “Been here all night.”

“That explains why you’re everywhere I look.” He kisses your forehead, then whispers, “can we get tacos?”

“Only if you get in the car.”

“Deal.” He turns to Bucky and Sam. “This celebration’s sponsored by my smart, beautiful girlfriend who definitely isn’t a stranger.”

Sam gives you a thumbs-up. “Text when you’re home.”

Bucky salutes. “Madam Designated Driver.”

You guide Joaquín toward your car; he waves at the neon sign like it’s a dignitary. Behind you, Sam mutters something about flamingo rematches, and Bucky cackles loud enough to echo off brick.

You unlock the passenger door. Joaquín flops in, seatbelt a wrestling opponent. You help click it. He catches your hand, brings it to his lips. “Did I do good?”

“You did unforgettable.” You close the door, circle to the driver’s side.

As you slide in, Bucky’s car rumbles to life a few spots back. Sam hangs out the window yelling, “buy him tacos or he’ll propose to the salsa.”

You flash hazard lights in agreement and start the engine. Joaquín leans his head on the headrest, eyes half-lidded. “Congressman Barnes looks happy.”

“He’ll be replaying that ‘some lady’ line for years.”

He chuckles, then winces. “If I’m a wreck tomorrow, don’t let Sam post the videos.”

“Bribery rates just went up.”

“Worth it.” He reaches over, linking pinkies with you as you pull into the avenue. “Thanks for taking me home, mysterious beautiful woman who is absolutely my girlfriend.”

“Anytime, boyfriend.” You squeeze once, headlights carving a path toward late-night tacos and the safest bed in Brooklyn.

[sereia4skz]

Hiiii! Hope ur day is going swell!

I was hoping to request an polyot8skz x cat hybrid reader where she’s very comfortable with skz but gets shy around others and one time SKZ brought ateez over and she took a liking to seonghwa

oneshot | just smells good

pairing: poly!OT8 Stray Kids x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings:  cat hybrid!!reader, ft!Seonghwa of ATEEZ, possessiveness (cute, not toxic), clingy boys, light teasing

word count: ~1k

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

It’s not that you hate strangers. You just… prefer your boys.

They know how to read your body language, when your ears twitch, when your tail flicks, when you're nervous and need to be held or when you're cranky and need to be left alone. They know your favorite sleeping spots (Changbin’s lap), your favorite snacks (the tuna jerky Chan hides in the top cupboard), and how to soothe you when the world gets too loud (soft humming from Jeongin, whispered jokes from Jisung).

So when Chan casually announces, “ATEEZ are coming over tonight,” while stirring Lino's soup in the kitchen, your tail fluffs up on instinct.

“…Why?” you ask from your curled-up spot on the couch.

“They’re good friends, jagi. We figured it’d be nice to hang out again. You’ll be okay,” he says, gentle but firm, and leans down to kiss your forehead. “They won’t bite.”

“But I might,” you mumble.

Seungmin hears it from the hallway and cackles.

By the time the doorbell rings, you’re neatly tucked under a blanket between Hyunjin and Han. Seungmin had even spritzed your favorite calming scent in the air while pretending it was just to refresh the room. Felix set out a tray of fruit.

You’re ready. Kind of.

Until he walks in.

You’ve seen Seonghwa before, on TV, in photos, in passing during award shows. But up close? He’s ethereal. Elegant. Soft-voiced and tall and very clean-smelling. He has this calming aura like a sunbeam through a window at nap time.

And when his eyes meet yours, wide and curious, he smiles. “You must be Y/N.”

You stiffen. Eight heads turn to you at once like you’re about to be sacrificed.

But instead of shrinking, you stand slowly. Stretch. Blink once.

Then walk directly over to him.

Seonghwa doesn't flinch, even when you pause in front of him and tilt your head. “You’re not shy?” he asks softly.

“I am,” you say. “You’re just….”

He puts out his hand, and you can feel the shift in the room behind you. Eight distinct flavors of disbelief and mild panic.

You lean forward and sniff.

And Seonghwa, patient, respectful, still smiling, lets you. “Do I pass?”

You purr.

Back on the couch, Seungmin whispers, “Is this… a dream?”

“Did she just purr for him?” Han hisses, slack-jawed.

“Wasn’t she under a blanket five minutes ago?” Hyunjin sulks, legs drawn up. “She barely lets me hold her.”

Felix looks wounded. “I brought her strawberries, bro.”

“She growled at me last week for trying to take a burrito from her plate,” Changbin says, deeply offended.

And Chan? Chan watches with a tight jaw, arms folded.

You curl yourself into Seonghwa’s side without a second thought, tail flicking lightly against his arm.

He chuckles. “She’s sweet.”

“Yeah,” Minho mutters. “Our sweet girl.”

The rest of the evening is… fine. Mostly.

ATEEZ are nice. Loud, but polite. Seonghwa stays close to the outer edge of the chaos, which suits you fine, you sit near him, sometimes against him, occasionally letting him brush your ears or offer you bits of fruit, much to your boyfriends' growing horror.

You don’t even realize you're doing it.

To you, Seonghwa feels safe in the same way a sun-warmed window does: gentle heat, no pressure. You’re just comfortable. You’re still in the same room as your boys. Still watching them from across the way, flicking your ears at their laughter and playful swats.

But they notice. Oh, they definitely notice.

When ATEEZ leave and the door finally clicks shut, the shift in energy is instant.

You stretch with a satisfied yawn, tail curling like a question mark, and turn around to find eight faces staring at you.

"...What?" you ask, ears twitching.

“Have fun?” Chan says evenly, too evenly.

Your tail twitches.

Hyunjin flops onto the couch dramatically. “Can’t believe you betrayed me like this.”

“Betrayed?” you blink.

“You sat with him,” Jeongin adds, arms crossed.

“You purred for him,” Seungmin says.

“You let him pet you,” Felix pouts. “You barely even let me do that unless you're sleepy!”

“Were we not good enough?” Han whines, crawling toward you. “Was it the scent? The snacks? I can bathe. I promise.”

You back up a step, suddenly overwhelmed by the chorus of soft jealousy.

“I didn’t mean anything,” you murmur. “I just… liked his energy.”

Minho quirks a brow. “What, tall?”

“He smelled like vanilla and cedar,” you mumble, hugging yourself.

Eight voices groan in unison.

“That’s it. I’m buying new cologne,” Changbin mutters.

Felix clings to your waist. “I can smell like trees. I’ll roll in a forest if I have to.”

Jeongin buries his face in your back. “No more guests. Banned. This is betrayal. I’m telling the council.”

You laugh, flustered, but they’re clearly not joking, at least not entirely.

Chan comes over last. Looks you up and down slowly, hands finding your waist, gaze calm but firm.

“You’re ours, kitten,” he says. “It’s okay to be friendly, but you made us worry. You’ve never acted like that with anyone but us.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you murmur again, cheeks warm. “It was just… he's nice.”

Minho, sitting behind you now, wraps his arms around your waist. “Nice enough to cuddle strangers, huh?”

“He’s not a stranger.”

“Not the defense you think it is.”

You sigh and nuzzle your head against Chan’s chest, tail finally relaxing. “I’m sorry. Didn't want to bother you while you play with your friends”

“We’re not mad,” Seungmin says from the floor, his head in Han’s lap. “Just surprised." 

“And pouty,” Han corrects, petting his hair.

Chan kisses your crown. “Just don’t forget who you belong to, okay?”

You grin. “Never.”

Later that night, as you lie tangled between Felix and Hyunjin in bed, you catch a faint whiff of something new.

“…Why do you smell like cedar?”

Felix hums innocently. “No reason.”

Hyunjin snorts. “He dunked himself in my body wash.”

“You liked it earlier,” Felix says smugly, poking your cheek. “Just making sure I keep my spot.”

You smile, tail flicking as you curl deeper between them. "I like how you smell usually too."Honestly? You wouldn’t trade your boys for the world. But it’s kind of nice to see them fight for you sometimes.

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[itwillbethescarletwitch]

Let Me Breathe

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

a/n: i lied!! i cant stop posting!!

The beach was loud—waves crashing, seagulls screaming, someone’s Bluetooth speaker thumping through the chorus of “Mr. Brightside.”

You sat cross-legged on the sand, half-listening to the Dagger Squad talk shit over a game of cornhole, your sunglasses slipping down your nose. Bob was a few feet away, long limbs stretched across a towel, propped on one elbow and grinning at something Hangman said. He looked like a dream—messy curls, sun-warmed skin, his long torso glowing in the light.

You loved him like this. Loose. Laughing. Happy.

And maybe that’s why you kept gravitating toward him.

You’d already touched him ten different ways in the last hour—hand on his thigh, fingers through his hair, a quick kiss on his cheek, an arm around his waist. You kept telling yourself it was normal. That it was okay. That couples did this.

But still, there was that little voice. Tone it down. You’re smothering him.

You ignored it again when he sat up, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen at your side. You beat him to it.

“Gimme,” you said, squeezing some into your palm. “You’ll burn.”

He huffed a playful breath and turned, letting you straddle the back of his hips and smooth your hands across his broad shoulders. He was warm and soft and solid under your palms. He smelled like coconut and salt and Bob.

“You missed a spot,” you teased, fingers dipping lower, tracing the edge of his swim trunks before sliding your arms around his middle and hugging him from behind.

You rested your cheek between his shoulder blades, letting yourself breathe him in.

Bob laughed—warm, deep, real.

Then:

“God, you’re so clingy,” he said, still chuckling. “Let me breathe, babe.”

Your heart thudded.

Just once.

You pulled your arms back gently, quickly, pretending to scratch your leg. Your throat burned.

You didn’t say anything.

The others kept laughing, and Bob was still looking toward the cornhole match, unaware of the shift in your body. Unaware of the air being sucked from your lungs.

You stood after a moment, brushing sand from your thighs.

“I’m gonna grab some water,” you said.

“Want me to come with you?” he offered without turning.

“No,” you forced a smile. “I’m good.”

⸻

You stayed in the parking lot for a while, pacing behind a row of cars.

You debated texting someone—Phoenix, maybe. But your eyes were already burning, and you knew the second your voice cracked, she’d hear it. And she’d ask.

So instead, you did what you always did.

You made it easy for everyone else.

⸻

Fifteen minutes later, you walked back with your phone to your ear, fake urgency in your voice.

“Wait, are you serious?” you said, pretending to listen. “Okay. Okay, I’ll come now.”

You held back tears as you approached, trying to sell it.

Bob sat up. “Everything okay?”

“Something came up,” you lied. “I need to go.”

His brows furrowed just slightly. “Want me to come?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not—it’s fine. Just work stuff.”

He looked at you for a beat longer. Then nodded, kissed your cheek. “Text me?”

You smiled. “Yeah. Of course.”

You turned before your expression could crumble.

You left your beach towel behind.

⸻

You didn’t text that night.

Not until he messaged you around ten.

Bob:

Hope everything’s okay. I miss you already.

Sleep good, baby. 💛

You stared at the screen until it dimmed.

Then turned your phone off completely.

———

The next morning, the sunlight spilled through your window in sharp, mocking streaks. You lay still, tangled in the sheets, the emptiness beside you too loud to ignore. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand — a message from Bob.

Hey. You awake?

You didn’t reply.

For hours, you just stared at the ceiling, heart heavy with a weight you couldn’t quite name. The words he said on the beach kept replaying in your mind like a broken record.

“You’re so clingy. Let me breathe.”

You should’ve laughed it off like everyone else, but it cut deeper than you wanted to admit. Like maybe you were too much — too needy, too loud, too everything.

You hated that you felt that way.

⸻

Bob, on the other hand, was a mess.

When you didn’t answer his first message, he called. Once, twice. No answer. The third time, he left a voice mail:

“Y/N, please, I don’t know what I did. Just call me back? Please.”

That day at the base, his usual easy grin was gone. The squad noticed.

Phoenix caught him staring at his phone, his thumbs trembling. Rooster nudged him gently, but Bob just shook his head.

He stopped shaving, his normally neat curls growing wild and unkempt. His eyes had dark circles beneath them, like he hadn’t slept. His appetite vanished; the team had to nudge him into eating.

⸻

Meanwhile, you withdrew further.

Phoenix called you three times that day, each call more frustrated than the last.

“Y/N, what the hell? Are you okay? You’re ignoring all of us.”

You left her on read.

When Bob texted that evening, a long message pouring out his worry and apologies, you finally typed back—but it took you hours.

“Sorry. Just busy.”

It felt like a lie on your tongue.

You wanted to tell him you were hurting, but the words stuck.

You wanted to reach for his hand, but the fear of being too much stopped you.

⸻

That week dragged.

Texts slowed to a crawl.

Calls went unanswered.

The squad stopped inviting you to hangouts, their messages left unread.

And Bob… he spiraled deeper.

Each missed reply twisted the knife tighter.

He didn’t know how to fix it. All he knew was he needed you back — close, warm, his.

⸻

One night, in a haze of exhaustion and heartbreak, Bob grabbed his jacket and keys and did the thing he never imagined he’d have to do.

He went to your apartment.

It was nearly 11PM when the knock came.

You were on your couch, legs tucked to your chest, a show playing quietly on the TV—but you weren’t watching it. You hadn’t watched anything in days. Just… existed. Floated. Ate when you remembered. Slept when the guilt got too heavy.

The knock came again.

Then a voice. Hoarse. Unsteady. Bob’s.

“Y/N?”

Another knock. Firmer this time. “Please, baby. Please open the door.”

You froze.

It had been seven days since you saw him. Six since you heard his voice. You almost didn’t recognize it through the door—strained and quiet, like he was barely holding himself together.

Your heart pounded.

You stood slowly, padding barefoot to the door, hands shaking. You looked through the peephole.

And your heart broke clean in half.

Bob stood there like a ghost of himself—hair messy, eyes red and puffy, mouth trembling, holding his baseball cap crushed in both hands like it was anchoring him.

He looked like he hadn’t slept. Like he’d been crying.

You unlocked the door with trembling fingers and pulled it open.

His head snapped up. “Y/N—”

You didn’t speak.

Neither did he—not right away.

He just stood there in the hallway, lip quivering, eyes drinking you in like you were the first breath after drowning. Then he broke.

“I—I don’t know what I did,” he stammered, stepping forward. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, please just—tell me what I did wrong.”

“Bob—”

“I’ve been calling and texting and—I didn’t know if I should give you space or chase after you and I’ve been trying so hard to do the right thing but I don’t know what the right thing is without you. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. My chest hurts all the time, and I keep thinking—what if she’s done? What if I broke something I can’t fix?”

Your eyes filled before you could stop it.

“I thought I was being a good boyfriend,” he choked. “I thought you were just busy. But you’re not busy. You’re hurting. And I hurt you.”

You opened your mouth, but your voice didn’t come. You had to swallow first. Hard.

“You didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

He moved closer, voice cracking. “Then what did I do? Just tell me so I can fix it. I’ll do anything.”

You looked at him—really looked. At the tear tracks dried on his cheeks. The way he was still holding his hat like a lifeline. The panic behind his eyes.

And suddenly, your heart couldn’t take it anymore.

“That day at the beach,” you said softly. “When I was holding you… you laughed and said I was clingy. Told me to let you breathe.”

Bob flinched like you’d hit him. His face crumpled.

“Oh my god.”

“I know it was a joke,” you continued, voice barely above a whisper. “But it didn’t feel like one.”

You wiped your cheek quickly. “I know I’m… affectionate. And I always want to be around you. But in that moment, it felt like you were finally saying what you meant. That I was too much. That I was annoying. So I thought—I’d just back off. Give you room. Let you breathe.”

His eyes welled again. “Baby…”

“I wasn’t trying to punish you. I just… didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend you had to put up with.”

“You’re not,” he breathed, stepping into the doorway, not touching you yet, but so close. “You’re not too much. You’re never too much. You’re exactly what I want. You’re everything.”

He blinked and a tear slid down. “I was being stupid. I thought you’d laugh. You always laugh when I tease you like that. I didn’t know it hurt you. And I swear to God if I’d known, I would’ve—I never would’ve said it.”

You couldn’t breathe for a second. Then he reached for you—gently, like he was asking.

You collapsed into his chest, sobbing before you could stop yourself.

“I missed you so much,” you choked.

He crushed you into his arms.

“I thought you stopped wanting me,” you whispered.

“Never. Never, Y/N.” He kissed your hair. “I need you. I love you. I want you close. Always.”

He was shaking. Holding you like a man starved.

“You could kiss me every five seconds and I’d still want more,” he murmured, hands framing your face, thumbing away your tears. “You think you’re clingy? Then I’m obsessed. Because I’ve been dying without you.”

You clung to him tighter. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “Not ever again.”

You didn’t let go of him for the rest of the night.

You sat on the couch tangled in his arms, curled up with your cheek to his chest, his hoodie bunched between your fingers. The TV played something forgettable. Neither of you watched it.

Every time you shifted, Bob pulled you closer. When you stood to get a glass of water, he followed. When you brushed your teeth, he stood behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers again.

You let him cling.

He needed it.

You needed it, too.

⸻

The next morning, sunlight streamed through your kitchen windows as you flipped pancakes on the stove. Bob sat behind you at the small table, elbows on the surface, watching you like you were something sacred.

“Smells good,” he said softly.

“Don’t get used to it,” you teased, glancing at him over your shoulder. “This is a peace offering. I don’t cook unless I almost ruin my relationship.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he murmured, getting up, walking over, slipping his arms around your waist from behind. “You were just hurt. And I was stupid.”

You leaned into him. “We’re both kind of dumb.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, burying his face in your neck. “But we’re dumb together.”

You smiled. Warm. Full. At peace.

⸻

Later, when you walked out of your apartment building with his hand in yours, the sun already high and hot, Bob paused before unlocking his truck.

“Come here,” he said, turning to you, pulling you flush against him.

You blinked up. “We’re just going to the grocery store.”

“I know,” he said. “Just—give me a minute.”

You wrapped your arms around him.

He breathed you in. “I missed this so much.”

“You had this.”

“Not really,” he whispered. “Not when you were pulling away.”

You nodded. “You won’t have to miss it again.”

He pulled back, eyes glassy but smiling now. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting you go, sweetheart. Ever.”

⸻

Two Days Later — Naval Base Hangar

Bob had to return to work. You kissed him twice before he left. Then once more. Then one more for luck.

Phoenix was waiting near his locker when he walked in, a knowing look on her face.

“So she forgave you,” she said, arms crossed.

Bob cleared his throat. “Yeah. We’re okay.”

She stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “You made her cry, Floyd.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“You made her think she was too much.”

Bob looked down, shame in his posture. “I know. I was wrong.”

She studied him for a long moment, then softened—just slightly. “Good. Because if you ever make her feel like that again…”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” She patted his shoulder. “Because I like her. And she looked real fucking sad.”

Bob nodded. “I know. I’m gonna do better.”

“You better.” Then she added, “…but I’m glad she came back.”

“So am I.”

⸻

That night, you fell asleep in his arms again. His grip snug. His nose tucked behind your ear. One leg thrown possessively over yours.

“Too clingy?” you whispered against his chest, teasing.

Bob chuckled.

Then kissed your temple.

“Not even close. Come closer.”

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US - 09

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!

> word count: 4.3k

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

It feels like the world is falling on Jungkook.

He’s let things drag on, and now he’s stuck. Hina traveled all the way here to see him—because he neglected her. Spending those weeks with you felt like living in his own little paradise, and even though he texted Hina sometimes, she was long forgotten the moment you were around. And now, Jungkook feels like an asshole. He became what he always despised: a player.

Slowly, he sits up on the bed, palming his face as he looks at the sleeping body next to him. Neither of you deserves the way he’s treating you. 

He knows where his heart lies—it belongs to you. But he can’t just sneak back into your life like nothing happened with Hina still unaware that her ‘fiancé’ is the villain in this story.

He gets out of bed, giving one last glance at Hina before walking to the living room, soaked in darkness, and collapses on the couch. He has explaining to do. To both of you. 

He scrolls through your messages—each one asking if everything is okay, to call you when he can. He didn’t reply to a single one. And he knows he has to, before you knock on Jimin’s door, worried.

“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, throwing his phone aside and burying his face in his hands.

“Is everything okay?” Jimin’s voice pulls him out of the spiral.

Jungkook lifts his head to find his best friend standing in the doorway.

“Does it look like it?” he breathes, watching Jimin grab two beers from the fridge before heading out to the balcony.

Jungkook follows him silently and sits next to him, mumbling a quiet “Thanks” for the bottle. The cold beer is a pathetic contrast to the heat burning in his chest.

“I’m going to lose Nabi… And hurt Hina.” He mumbles taking a sip of his beer, jaw clenched as Jimin nods slowly, looking at the city above them. “I’m a fucking asshole. I deserve neither of them.”

“You’re right.” Jimin hums without hesitation.

“You’re supposed to comfort me.” Jungkook turns to him, frowning.

“I’m your best friend, not your fan. I’m supposed to call out your bullshit.” Jimin corrects him making Jungkook nods in defeat. “I told you to end things with Hina before starting something with Y/N. I told you to tell her the truth. Didn’t I?”

He sighs, nodding again. Jimin has told him. Again and again. He knows it.

“I was supposed to buy that plane ticket weeks ago… to end things with Hina. But I let time pass, and now it’s worse.” Jungkook whispers, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“What are you gonna do?” Jimin asks quietly, letting his friend find his own answers. 

“I can’t lie to Hina. I don’t love her. I don’t want to drag her into a loveless marriage.”

“You didn’t want to marry her to begin with.” Jimin points out.

Again, his bestfriend is right. He had no intentions to marry Hina to start. Jungkook is a people-pleaser, especially when it comes to the people he dates. When Hina found the ring he had hidden, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t for her.

“If she didn’t find the ring,” Jimin asks, “would you have ever proposed to her?”

“No.” Jungkook admits, looking at the floor. “I never imagined marrying anyone but Y/N.”

“That’s your problem. You always let life make decisions for you.” Jimin sighs, staring at his friend. “What are you scared of?”

Jungkook looks down, taking a deep breath.

“Hurting them.” He replies in a whisper.

"You're hurting them more by lying." Jimin shakes his head. "When Hina found Y/N's ring, you could have told her it wasn’t what she thought and told her the truth. Instead, you let her believe the ring was for her when it clearly wasn’t. And now you have to watch her wearing the ring of your first love."

“You’re right.” Jungkook pinches his lips together. “I’m a fucking loser who runs from his problems.”

But he wants to fix that.

“I’m telling Hina the truth tomorrow morning. I’ll pay for her return ticket,” Jungkook says. “And then… And then….” He swallows hardly before hiding his face in his hands. “Fuck, Nabi is going to hate me.”

“You don’t know that,” Jimin says, trying to comfort him.

“No… I know it. She told me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I can only blame myself. Fuck… I feel like the day she left me.”

Jimin sighs and looks down at his beer.

“She’s not a kid anymore. Y/N’s mature. She knows you.” He gives Jungkook’s shoulder a small squeeze. “She knows you’re a dumbass, even when you’re being genuine.”

Jungkook nods slowly, but it doesn’t make him feel better. He knows Jimin is just trying to be kind.

“Kookie… you’re not a bad person. Some part of you was just too excited to have her back, and you stopped thinking with your brain,” Jimin adds, and Jungkook lets out a dry chuckle. “But you’re not sixteen anymore. Be honest. Tell her the truth. She’ll explode, yeah, but once she calms down, she’ll come back to you.”

“I don’t really think so,” Jungkook mutters, taking a breath.

“Dude. We both know her. She plays tough, but she never loved anyone the way she loves you. She’ll come around—with time. Just… don’t push her.” Jimin tilts his head to catch Jungkook’s eyes.

He knows Jimin is probably right. If you didn’t love him back, you wouldn’t have let him come back into your life. It only took a few months, a few dates and one trip to Busan, to ignite something again. 

Even after seven years. Because deep down, Jungkook will always have a special place in your heart. Just like you in his. You’re meant to be. And it was written a long time ago already.

Jungkook reads your messages but doesn’t answer. Not because he doesn’t want to. But because he has to have that conversation with Hina first.He sleeps on the couch that night. At least he had a few perfect weeks with you.

That’s the only comfort he can afford right now. Jimin gives him space for that big conversation he’s about to have, dragging Kentaro out of the apartment.

Jungkook stares into his coffee, hands clasped tightly around the warm mug when Hina walks into the kitchen with a soft smile.

"Good morning," she says.

"Good morning," he replies, avoiding her eyes. She leans in for a kiss, but he gently pulls away. "Hina... I-I have something to tell you." He adds, stepping back to grab a mug for her.

Hina tilts her head curiously as she watches him pouring her a cup of coffee before setting it on the counter in front of her.

"Did something happen?" she asks, her voice laced with growing worry.

"I... I saw her."

Hina’s face falls. She knows exactly who he means. She’s heard every story, seen the pictures at his parents’ house. You’ve always been there, like a shadow, like a memory he couldn’t quite shake.

“I see.” Hina says, swallowing hard.

“I’m sorry.”

She takes a deep breath, nodding.

“I understand.” It’s all she manages to say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Hina has never had a problem living with the ghost of you hovering behind Jungkook. When she met him, they were two heartbroken souls trying to heal. She turned the page. He never did. And she knew that.

She envied the love he had for you. And a part of her always hoped… that one day, he might love her like that too.

“I love you,” she says, softly.

He pinches his lips together, staring down at his coffee. Silence hangs between them before he finally lifts his gaze.

“I love you too… but not in the same way.” He swallows, standing straighter. “Hina… I can’t marry you.”

His eyes fall on her as she’s silent, chewing the inside of her cheek. He wants to punch himself for hurting her. She doesn’t deserve what he’s putting her through.

“Hina—”

“I heard you.” She nods. “Does she love you back?”

“She does.” His voice is low. He looks like it’s physically hurting him to say this to the only genuinely good person he’s ever known.

“I’ll never be the one to stand in your way.” She takes his hand in hers. “If it’s meant to be, go. I want you to be happy.”

Jungkook gets up when he sees the tear fall from her cheek. He walks over and pulls her into a hug as she starts sobbing.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.” His voice breaks as he tightens his arms around her.

Hina pulls back and looks at him as he gently wipes the tears from her cheek with his thumb. He feels horrible to hurt her. Jimin was right, if he did that earlier, he wouldn’t be here right now.

“I want you to find someone who’ll love you… completely.” Jungkook says as she nods, sniffing. “That person isn’t me. If I marry you, I’ll always think of her. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you… Jungkook.” She whispers, looking down. “And I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you.”

He wants to say she’s wrong. That he’s just a coward who cheated on his fiancée with his first love because he can’t keep his dick in his pants. But this isn’t the time to make it about him, and he knows he’d look even more like a narcissistic asshole if he talked about himself right now. So he stays silent. 

“Well,” Hina takes a deep breath, wiping her cheeks. “I’m here for five more days. I’m probably asking too much, but can I… at least have you for that time?”

“W-What?” Jungkook blinks.

“Not as your fiancée. Just… as your friend.”

He lets out a soft chuckle. She should hate him, but instead she wants to make the most of the days they have left.

“You did promise to show me Seoul,” she adds with a sad smile.

“I did.” He gives her a soft look.

“She’s lucky to be loved by you,” Hina says again, then hesitates. “I, uh… I’ll move my things out of your room—”

“No. Stay. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Jungkook insists. “You’re not going to spend your last days here stuck in Jimin’s living room.”

She nods. And maybe Jungkook is the lucky one—for having known someone like Hina at all.

“Do you think we’ll still be friends after I go back to Tokyo?” she asks quietly, playing with the spoon in her coffee.

“Do you… want that?” Jungkook frowns. “I disrespected you. I cheated on you. Lied to you.”

Hina chuckles softly, her fingers caressing the wood of the counter as she takes a deep breath.

“I won’t lie, I’m a little upset that she came back in your life. But I also understand that you love her. You were still healing when we met. I knew what I was walking into when I fell for you.” Hina explains as Jungkook nods.

He looks down at his mug, guilt crushing him.

“But… thank you,” she adds, voice barely above a whisper. “For not letting me be the other woman.”

That hits him hard. Because she could’ve been. So easily.

“Maybe… if she hadn’t come back, you would’ve moved on. Maybe it would’ve faded with time,” Hina adds, chewing her bottom lip.

He doesn’t agree. Not even a little. Because he never forgot you—even before seeing you again at Hyesun’s wedding. He had actually hoped never to meet you again. Because he knew. He knew he could never erase you from his memory. You were, and still are, the love of his life—now and forever. And Hina couldn’t change a thing.

You were never going to fade. Not from his skin, not from his bones.

“I need to call her now… to… explain.” Jungkook says simply, exhaling deeply before leaving the kitchen.

He knows Hina is probably still watching him. Raking a nervous hand through his hair, he grabs his phone and starts pacing in Jimin’s room. He sits on the edge of the bed, thumb between his teeth, praying, just a little, that you won’t pick up.

But you do.

And he hears your voice—slightly breathless like you were waiting for his call and ran to your phone, slightly worried.

“Kook? Why didn’t you reply to my texts? I tried to—”

“Nabi…” he murmurs, and you go quiet. He can feel your silence in his chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls and texts. I had something going on here, and—”

“Is everything alright?” you cut him off gently. “Are you okay?”

“I am. Please, don’t worry about me,” he says, wishing he could just teleport into your arms and kiss the worry off your face. “I’m okay. Just… yeah.”

He presses his palm against his face. Hina was the easier part. You… you're going to be the hardest truth he’ll ever have to face.

“Do you want me to come?” you ask softly.

He shakes his head instinctively, as if you’re standing right in front of him.

“No. I’ll be back at the end of the week. I just… I have something I need to finish here.” His voice drops. “Nabi… I’ll explain everything. I promise.”

“What?”

“Just… trust me.”

Silence.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here,” you whisper. He wonders what you’re doing. Are you sitting? Standing? Crying?

“Don’t worry, okay? It’s nothing. Really,” he lies, swallowing his own guilt. “I love you, Nabi.” His voice cracks. “I just wanted you to know.”

And before you can say anything before he can hear something that might break him further, he hangs up.

You only just found each other again. You haven’t said it back yet, and with the way things are now, he doesn’t want to hear it. Not like this. Not when he knows he still has a storm to confess. He doesn’t want to break his heart harder once he’ll tell you the truth.

When he steps out of the room, Kentaro and Jimin are unpacking groceries. Hina’s still sitting at the counter. Silent. Like she has been all day. Jungkook sinks into the stool next to her and feels the weight of everything crash back down. But he knows that he’s the only one to blame. Jimin glances a few times in his direction, without saying anything.

The rest of the afternoon blurs. He dissociates, barely notice when Kentaro put a beer in his hand. His brain is somewhere between regret and memory. Somewhere between your laugh and Hina crying in his arms.

The sound of Kentaro’s voice yanks him back.

“Why do you look like someone just died?” he groans playfully, tossing a pillow at Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook blinks, barely registering.

“You’ve got your fiancée, your best friends, and you still look like you’re on another planet.”

He is. He’s on your couch, in your arms, watching some dumb drama with you and stealing glances every time you laugh.

“Sorry.” He sighs, rubbing his face and taking a sip of the beer.

“Let’s play a game!” Kentaro suggests.

“We’re not in college anymore,” Jimin groans, playfully shoving him.

“So? You’re not fifty or something either.” Kentaro replies, pushing him back in return.

The doorbell rings.

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay fixed on the droplets sliding down his bottle. Jimin gets up. Hina squeezes his hand, still trying to be the gentle one. He doesn’t deserve her kindness.

Then he hears you.

“Where is he?”

You sound breathless. Worried. Urgent.

“Y/N—” Jimin starts, but you’re already through the living room.

You freeze.

Jungkook is sitting on the couch. Hina’s beside him. Her hand is on his. Her other hand rests on his back. And when your eyes lock on his, the world stops.

“Hello?” Kentaro raises a brow.

“I came here as soon as the shop closed,” you say, voice tight, eyes darting between their hands and Jungkook’s blank face. “I thought something was wrong. I thought you needed me.”

“Y/N…” Jungkook breathes, getting to his feet, panic crawling up his throat.

You take in the setting: half-finished beers, snacks, music humming in the background. It’s not the emergency you pictured when he said he couldn’t see you until the end of the week.

“So you’re here, partying with your friends?” you ask, your tone sharper now. “That’s why you couldn’t see me?” You step closer. “Cuddling with… who are you?”

Hina stands up, understanding who you are without being told.

Jungkook’s brain short-circuits. He wanted to tell you this...not like this. Not with everyone watching.

“We weren’t—” Hina starts.

“Of course you weren’t,” you cut sarcastically, shaking your head.

“Nabi…” Jungkook reaches for your arm.

You step back.

“Wait. The Nabi?” Kentaro stares like he’s seen a ghost. “You're the Nabi?”

You frown at his words like they’re absurd, and yet Kentaro is staring at you like he’s seeing a ghost. Of course, all of Jungkook’s friends know who you are, even the ones you’ve never met. Jungkook can feel the dominoes falling.

“Can we talk in private?” he asks, gently, stepping toward you.

You’re trying so hard not to explode. You want—need—to believe there’s a logical explanation. That you misunderstood. That this isn’t betrayal, not really.

“Are you okay with that?” Kentaro asks, worried for his friend, as Hina who widens her eyes and shakes her head for him to not say too much. “What? You’re his fiancée after all.”

Your brows widen, your gaze falling on the other woman in the room, right behind Jungkook. Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes.

“Fiancée?” You repeat. Your gaze whips from Hina to Jungkook. “Fiancée?”

And just when Kentaro opens his mouth, Jungkook raises his voice.

“Shut your fucking mouth, man. For God sakes!” Jungkook snaps making Kentaro freezes.

It’s the first time that his friend sees him explode like that.

Jungkook knows that Kentaro is loud, it’s not his fault. He’s not aware of the situation here. He doesn’t even know half of the story.

“Y/N…” Jungkook says your name in a breath as he takes a step to you, taking your hand. “Let me explain—”

“Explain what?” you hiss, yanking your hand from his. He sees that you’re connecting dots in your head. “That story about your friend juggling two girls? That was you, wasn’t it?”

He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

“I knew something smelled off,” you laugh bitterly. “But I told myself, ‘Jungkook would never.’” You glare. “And yet… here we are.”

Jungkook’s heart clenches at your words, and he swallows hard. His throat is so dry he almost coughs, though he’s not sure if it’s a cough or a cry he swallowed in that moment. The look on your face right now is exactly what he tried to avoid. But deep down, he knew that with all the shit he did, it was only a matter of time.

“And you’re okay with it?” You turn to Hina, who takes a deep breath, her eyes dropping to the floor like she’s intimidated by you, and Jungkook can understand why. “I can’t believe it,” you say, letting a dry chuckle escape your throat as you take a step back.

Jungkook is bleeding his emotions through every pore. His skin burns. His throat aches. He can’t breathe.

“You should dump him. In that story, he said you were just someone ‘special.’ Someone you’re about to marry shouldn’t think so little of you.”

Jungkook’s eyes fall on his thumb, which he’s nervously scratching, ripping the skin next to his nail until it bleeds.

“He played both of us.” You shake your head, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Don’t try to contact me ever again,” you spit at Jungkook before turning your back and walking to the door.

Jungkook takes a tentative step forward, but he’s stopped when the door is kicked closed. He’s torn between apologizing again to Hina, showing her the respect she deserves, and running after you. But when his eyes meet Hina’s, she gives him a small nod, silently telling him to go after you.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispers to Hina, not waiting for anyone’s reaction as he rushes to the door.

He stops at the elevator, jabbing the button with shaky fingers. You’re probably already inside. His mind races—no, panics—and he doesn’t waste a second before sprinting to the stairs.

Jungkook catches your arm just in time, right before you reach the front door of the building.

“Nabi, let me explain,” he pants, out of breath.

You push him away and keep walking, stepping out into the night.

“I’m not with her anymore!” he shouts, chasing after you.

“I should give you a medal, then,” you snap, yanking your car door open. But before you can get inside, he slams it shut, trapping you between him and the car.

“Get off.”

“Y/N,” he pleads, steadying his breath. “I’m not letting you go until you let me explain.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, probably hard enough to taste blood. Your arms cross tightly under your chest, and Jungkook exhales shakily. You're not walking away. You’re angry. But you’re listening. That flicker of hope nearly kills him.

He reaches out to touch your arm, then stops himself. You don’t want him touching you. Not right now.

“You’re the only one I want, Y/N,” he says softly. It sounds more like a beg than a declaration.

“You played on two boards, Jungkook.” Your voice is cold. “You lied to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He swallows hard. “But that wasn’t what I wanted. None of this—”

“What?” you cut him off. “Sleeping with me? Or asking her to marry you?”

You try to open the door again. He blocks it.

“Shit, Y/N, listen to me.” His voice raises instinctively. Your eyes widen. He instantly backpedals. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

His tone softens.

“Nabi…” He gently cups your face to make you look at him. “Have I ever made you doubt that I love you?”

Your eyes meet his. For a moment, nothing exists but the two of you.

Then you shake your head slowly. No...he’s never made you doubt that.

He never hid that you were his entire heart.

“I never thought I’d see you again after you left. I tried to move on, date others... but fuck, Y/N. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to marry. You know that.” He swallows. “When I saw you at Hyesun’s wedding... I didn’t even think. I had to. Because our story wasn’t over. We both knew it.”

Your eyes close briefly like his words cut too deep.

“But that girl,” you take a deep breath, reopening your eyes. “She was still your fiancée. Maybe not now, but she was—when you asked me out. When we kissed. When we fucked.” You gesture wildly; your voice full of fire.

Jungkook sighs, his head falling forward as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Things got out of control. I hurt both of you, I know. That was never what I wanted.” His voice breaks. “I was just so fucking happy to have you back, I lost sight of what I needed to do. I should’ve broken up with her the second I realized it. Wherever you are, I’ll be there too. That I will never love anyone the way I love you.”

You shut your eyes. It’s too much. You feel it, he knows you do. But will that be enough?

“Please, Y/N. Forgive me. I fixed it. I swear. I told her everything—I’m with you. Only you.”

Jungkook sees the way you take a step back, bumping into your car. His stomach drops.

“I don’t date cheaters,” you say quietly, lifting your chin. “You should’ve never come back into my life, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Y/N…” he breathes, taking a step back like your words physically knock him down.

“You think because you broke up with her recently, I’m just going to smile and open my bed to you again?” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You’re a fucking liar. A narcissist who thought he could have both. What was I, huh? A side chick?”

“How could you say that?” Jungkook frowns looking at you, rolling your eyes. “I’ve never treated you as a ‘side chick’. You were never that to me. Never. Fuck, Y/N. What should I do to prove to you that I’m genuine about my feelings for you?”

He watches as your gaze drops, your jaw tight. A tear slips from your eye, trailing down your cheek.

“Disappear from my life.” You reply with difficulty before wiping your cheek angrily with the sleeve of your jacket.

“No…” He shakes his head, his view blurring slowly. “You can’t ask me that.”

You take a deep breath, pulling your car door open again. He grabs your wrist—not hard, but desperate. This conversation isn’t over for him. He wants to fix everything; he wants to go back to how perfect you two were a few days ago.

“Let go.” You warn making him frown. “Let go, or I’ll punch you. I’m not kidding.”

Jungkook’s hand fall back on his side at your words. Not because he fears your punch. But because he fears your hate more than anything else in this world. He watches your car drive off, the red of your taillights disappearing down the street.

And even though his heart is in ruins, he clings to one thing: This isn’t the end. You both just need time to cool down. He just got you back. he’s not going to let you go. Not again.

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[ajtheidk]

2 Agents, 1 Name

Spencer Reid x wife!Reader

A/N: Hello, I know I have been absent, but here's a little Ficlet I wrote. I am very inconsistent. 

WC: 1,261 (according to Docs)

Tags: [Established relationship but not to the BAU] [Secretly married] [Domestic Bliss] [Coworkers AND Lovers] [Mixed up]

The day started off as they usually do. Normal to the fullest extent. Waking up next to your husband, Spencer, getting ready and commuting to work. 

Normalcy, pure normalcy and that made you happy. As you got to the FBI headquarters you went your separate ways. He had to go upstairs and your lab was stationed on the first floor. As you walked into the lab you were greeted by your usual coworkers and surprisingly,  the director. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” He asks me. You’re a little shell-shocked at his being here and especially surprised that he knows of you by name. Sure, your husband is very well-known in the BAU but that shouldn't have raised any flags on your behalf. 

“I’m good. What brings you to my lowly lab?” You state, letting out a giggle. 

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your nuptials. I figured sending a card would be really impersonal, Spencer is a smart man for finding an amazing woman. He’s lucky.” The director replies. “Well, I’ll let you get on with your day. Have a nice day Agent Reid or have you hyphenated?” 

“Thank you, sir. And it’s just whichever you prefer, but I do still answer to my maiden name. I just have two last names now.” You say as you bid him “adieu” and get to work on your daily logs. 

As the day continued nothing was very exciting about it, no new cases were assigned yet and you had yet to sneak up to visit Spencer but now you did as the opportunity had just presented itself. 

“Hey, I’ll be back,” you explain to your assistant, who is just typing up her final report before her break on her computer. “I have to bring these reports upstairs. My hubby needs them ASAP.” 

“Okay. Just be back in less than 15 so I can go eat.” She says as we both giggle as you walk out the door, signing off with a singsongy “No promises,” knowing you’d be back in less than 10. As the elevator doors open to the BAU bullpen you walk in. You look at each desk and put a report onto the one that has a framed picture of Spencer’s mother on it and as soon as you spin on your heels to leave, you are bombarded with a barrage of color in the form of one Penelope Garcia. 

“Hello. You’re the forensics director right? (Y/N) (L/N)?” she rambles the questions out, barely giving you time to answer or even say “Hi” back to her. 

“Y-yes. I am. What can I help you with?” you respond, not anticipating what could happen next. 

“The BAU has a case with the local authorities and we need a forensics team, are you busy?” She asks, she seems a little frantic at the thought of you saying no. 

“Well, no. I’m hand-delivering reports because we’re so bored at the moment. We could be there whenever you need,” you say, pulling out your phone to text your assistant to go on break now because you both had just picked up for a local case with the BAU and will be leaving as soon as she gets back. 

“Amazing! I will send you all the details and you can meet us at the local police station in about an hour. Everything will be set up and ready when you get there.” She says walking away very quickly and skillfully in her cute shoes. 

You walk back to the elevator to get to my lab to gather the supplies and grab your lunch. As soon as you place your bags of supplies in the car she returns from her break and we start towards the station, meeting the BAU there and getting set up in coroner’s office. You soon begin delving into the victims and examining their cadavers and noting down all the things that you see as important, unusual and particularly interesting. As you finish your report, a police officer walks in and approaches you. 

“Dr. Reid, I was told to bring this to you, " he says as he hands you a file. You look at it and see nothing that would have to do with your job or department and quickly realize his confusion. 

“Oh, I apologize. You have the wrong agent. My husband is the Dr. Reid you’re looking for. He’s BAU, I’m Forensics. Our badges and titles both say ‘Doctor,’ but his badge will say ‘SSA,’ mine says ‘Forensics.’ He’ll be upstairs with the rest of the BAU agents, if he’s not just give it to one of them and they’ll hold it until he returns.”

“Thank you, ma’am, and my apologies,” he says walking out of the lab toward the other side of the station. 

As he walks over he passes another officer who is walking in the opposite direction as he had just made the same mistake by going to the husband instead of the wife creating an interaction that plays out similarly. Spencer was at the vending machine getting a snack when an officer came up to him and asked him about a forensics report that he should have received along with an accompanying file. Spencer realized very quickly that the man had the wrong spouse so he sent him your way. 

“Dr. Reid, this was for you right?” the officer asked handing Spencer the file that said Forensics. 

“No, that would be my wife across the way in the forensics lab. She’s the lead cryptanalyst, so all Forensics materials go through her first and then make their way to us,” Reid responds with a laugh and directs the man toward the lab. 

“Thank you,” the man says as he walks away.

Bringing us back to the current situation as Spencer and the rest of the BAU are now discussing the case as the officer coming from the Forensics lab reaches them. He calls to Spencer and then giggles which piques the BAU’s ears to their conversation. 

“Dr. Reid, I accidentally went to your wife in the lab, it turns out I had the wrong Dr. Here are those reports you ordered,” the officer says as he hands him the file of annotated notes from the coroner’s office and forensics site. 

“Thank you, I was waiting for these. The other officer brought me the wrong file looking for my wife. It gave both of us a laugh, we’ll probably be laughing about this later,” Reid says as the officer walks away laughing softly. As Spencer turns back to his colleagues, he sees the looks he is receiving and realizes the interaction he just had as Morgan begins to speak.

“Reid, you’re married?” Morgan asked, too shocked to ask calmly, not nothing that you had just walked up with the other report that you had just finished annotating.

“Did the matching outfits and rings not give it away?” You say across the room, having heard Derek's blatant scream at the revelation of his coworker's secret marriage. You walk toward them, greet your husband, and hand him the file. 

He thanks you and you walk away leaving him to deal with his close colleagues while you attend to my area of expertise. 

Laughing the whole way back to the lab you hear Spencer being questioned endlessly and as soon as you get back you see your assistant waiting with a smile. 

“You just love to cause chaos don’t you?” She says which sends you over the edge. 

You respond laughing hysterically. Almost doubling over before answering her, “Yes, yes, I do.” 

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Heyyy

If you are accepting request could you do a chubby! Student bucky? Who got stood up on a date or maybe his date leaves in the middle of it. So he is all sad but then the reader sees him and joins him and makes him have a good time

Pretty pretty pls? With Cherries on top🥺💗

haiiii anon!! omg okay i swear im getting caught up on my requests and starting with this and omg this was the cuteest most sweet thing and turned out to be a full oneshot when i planned a drabble leaning lenght LOLL but omgg its so cut so sweet and thank you anon for sending this to me and trusting me with your idea!! REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN (and if you want to use an emoji anons none are taken and i love those personally hehe okay okay enjoy!)

Sweet Tooth

Pairing: Chubby!College AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/Tags: Negative self talk , rude side character , body image talk , a kiss , sweet sweet fluffff cutest little fic!

Authors Note: ive been so focused on my series that i frogto to check my inbox and im working on finsihing all the requests right now and here is the first!!! i hope you like it anon and all :33

REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN <3

The little golden bell over the door jingled softly as Bucky stepped into the local ice cream shop two blocks from campus. It was a cozy little place with pastel painted walls and scuffed wooden padded booths , the kind of spot that tried too hard to look vintage without looking effortless. 

But he liked it. The booths were roomy enough for him to sit comfortably , and the place was cheap compared to the fancy Italian ice or gelato places farther into the city. Plus , he’d heard pretty good things about their double fudge brownie sundae special on Saturday nights .

He adjusted his polo shirt—the one with the soft barely there floral print that made him feel less boring , and scanned the room looking around.

And no one met his eye. He looked down and checked his phone for the third time that evening. The screen glowed back at him the time , 7:12 p.m.

She was now twelve minutes late. That wasn’t a big deal though. Maybe she got caught up , maybe car trouble. 

He her a quick text: “Hey! I’m here at Lenny’s. Let me know when you’re close :)”

He added the smiley face so it didn’t sound needy or complaining.

Then he chose a booth in the corner , facing the window sitting down. From here , he could see the string lights twinkling and glowing above the sidewalk , kids on scooters buzzing by , a guy walking a corgi with a bowtie collar and an older couple walking hand in hand.

He tried not to look around too much. Tried not to notice when people came in and weren’t her. Tried not to keep refreshing his messages and checking his phone every few seconds..

It was now 7:28 p.m. No reply.

The server came by with a small menu and a polite smile tugging at her apron with a little ice cream logo detail on the front. “You wanna wait to order , hun?”

“Um…Yeah,” Bucky’s eyes darted agin hearing the bell but once again now her , he cleared his throat. “Just a few more minutes.” The waitress nodded with a soft smile and walked off.

But when 7:45 rolled around and the place got a little busier and more full with students and kids alike , he gave in and ordered his sundae anyway not waiting any lomger. 

He splurged and got a big one. It was stacked and topped with whipped cream , sprinkles , hot fudge and brownie chunks. Go big or go home , right?

Except he already wanted to go home. How did this happen again to him? He should have known when one of the school's most likeable and popular girls asked him out , that it wasn't real or sincere.

He stirred his sundae more than he ate it , picking at it with a sigh. The whipped cream melted into a sad white creamy swirl , and his spoon clicked against the glass. Around him , couples laughed and shared bites and spoonfuls. Friends played cards at the table near the front of the place. And he was just… this kinda chubby guy in the corner , eating a sundae alone in a shirt that felt too tight all of a sudden as he looked around.

It sucked.

He’d never been good at dating. His confidence came and went , usually depending on who was looking at him or speaking to him. Sometimes he felt cute or decent about himself. Sometimes he felt like a walking afterthought. But this? Sitting here with a cold sundae and colder silence in his inbox?

This was a whole new level of pathetic.

He was pulling out his phone to maybe fake an emergency call in front of everyone and leave when he heard a chirpy yet soft voice speak.

“You’re not gonna eat that whole thing by yourself , are you?”

He looked up—and blinked.Then blinked again.

You stood beside his booth , hands in your jacket pockets , head tilted like you already knew you’d caught him off guard. You weren’t a server. You weren’t someone he recognized from class. Just… a stranger. With this warm , easy grin like he wasn’t some sad sack , killing time.

“I mean,” you went on gesturing to the table, “unless you want to. I respect that. I'm personally a big solo sundae person myself.”

Bucky laughed—short , surprised and breathy.

You nodded toward the other side of his booth that sat empty. “Mind if I sit?”

He blinked and glanced around looking for maybe a group of people watching , maybe you were sent as a dare or something…it had to be a reason right? But he saw nothing , no eyes on him or you. 

“You wanna sit here?” He blinked again.

“Well , yeah. You look like you could use some company. Unless you were expecting someone?” You pointed your thumb over your shoulder turning about to walk away worried you crashed a date or hangout.

His eyes dropped to the half-melted sundae then back at you.

“Oh,” you said softly , sliding into the seat across from him without waiting for his response , knowing. “Well… it's her loss. That’s a solid dessert and you're a good guy.”

He opened his mouth but hesitated, brows furrowing. “You don’t even know me.”

“True. But I figure you can tell a lot about someone by what they order. And I respect a guy who isn’t afraid of hot fudge and sprinkles.”

He snorted through his nose , and his shoulders finally relaxed dropping a little. “I'm Bucky.”

“Hi , Bucky” You smiled and gave him your name right after. “I was actually just on my way back to the dorms when I saw you through the window. Looked like you could use somebody.”

“I’m not usually this—uh… sad or pathetic looking.” He chuckled ,  self-deprecating.

“Well, I am usually this bold , so we’re a good combo,” you chirped , grabbing a spoon from the little dispenser. “Mind if I help out with this sundae? We don’t want it to go to waste.”

He motioned to it with a mock flourish. “Be my guest.”

You took a generous scoop of the sundae on your spoon , making a pleased hum as the fudge and dairy hit your tongue.

“Okay , this is stupid good. They put salted carmel on the brownie. That’s next-level.”

Bucky nodded , smiling for real now kinda toothy and kinda lopsided , it was cute. “Yeah. That’s why I picked this place.”

“Good call. So , you go on a lot of ice cream dates , or was this a special occasion?”

He shrugged, smiling dropping , then shook his head. “First one in… a while.”

You didn’t press , but your eyes were kind looking at his. And that made it easier for him to admit , “It was a friend of friend type of thing. Thought she seemed cool. We messaged for a few days , set this up….But guess she changed her mind.”

“Then she’s dumb,” you cut him off without hesitation , licking the rest of the whipped cream off your spoon. “Honestly , if I saw you sitting here with her , I’d think, ‘Damn, lucky girl.’”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink as he looked down at the sundae , embarrassed but clearly flattered. “You’re… smooth.”

“I’ve been told,” you smile into your next bite.

The booth started to feel less cramped. The fluorescent lights didn’t buzz as loudly. And Bucky , sat up a little straighter. Even made a joke about how his shirt looked like a grandma’s tablecloth , and you said that was hot , in a retro kind of way.

By the time the sundae was long gone , you were both laughing like friends who’d known each other longer than what was actually only half an hour.

You glanced out the window then right back at him. “Sun’s still out. Wanna walk off that sugar crash before it hits?”

He hesitated for a beat. But when you smiled brightly at him —like this wasn’t pity , like this was fun—he nodded agreeing. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Outside , the summer evening was warm without being unbearable or sticky. A cool breeze rolled through the trees as you crossed the street toward the small park that curved behind the edge of west campus.

Bucky fell into a rhythm of steps beside you , his hands stuffed in his jean pockets kicking a rock or stick every now and then. You noticed how he kept checking his pace to match yours. Like he didn’t want to crowd. Like he was being careful. But wanted to be by you.

“So You always approach sad-looking strangers in dessert shops on your Saturday nights?” he asked , glancing sideways. “Or just me?”

“Only the handsome ones ,” you replied easily.

He laughed , cheeks still flushing pink.

“Seriously,” you added , nudging him lightly with your elbow , “I know what that kind of night looks like. I’ve had them too. It just feels nice to not have someone sit in that alone.”

Bucky nodded. His voice was quiet when he spoke up again, “People don’t usually say yes when I ask them out. Or they do then don’t show. Sometimes I think maybe they think I’m just… a joke.”

You stopped walking abruptly at that , making him run into you slightly.

He looked over , confused all over his face.

You turned to face him , standing on the park path , under a string of old lamp posts that hadn’t lit up their amber lighting just yet. 

“Can I tell you something, Bucky?”

He nodded.

“You’re not a joke. Not even close. Anyone who can’t see that is probably still stuck thinking hotness and the perfect guy means having an eight-pack and no feelings.”

He raised an eyebrow at your words. “You saying I have feelings?”

You smirked. “Deep , manly ones. Buried beneath layers of whipped cream and sarcasm.”

He grinned , teeth showing again. “You’re not so bad at this pep talk thing.”

“I moonlight as a professional hype person” You teased , picking up your pace again “Now c’mon. Let’s keep walking before that sundae settles in my bloodstream.”

You meandered through campus for a while , passing the student center, the little koi pond with a fountain by the biology building , and the quad where kids were tossing a frisbee and throwing corn sacks in the air playing corn hole..

Bucky talked more now as you continued walking side by side —about his classes you learned he was a history major, his roommates , one of them was trying to start a kombucha business from their shared very crowded mini fridge, and his childhood dog , a pug named Winston who he swore snored like a chainsaw.

You matched his stories with your own. At some point , your hands brushed while walking. He didn’t move away. Or say anything.

And then , too soon , you were in front of your own dorm. Ending your evening together.

You turned to face him , the warm porch light casting soft shadows over his handsome face.

“Thanks for not letting me sit there alone,” he almost whispered, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Thanks for sharing your sundae with me , and your tragic dating tale.”

He smiled , sheepish. “Least it ended better than it started.”

You nodded agreeing , stepping closer to him . “I had fun.”

“Me too.” He smiled big , sighing.

A pause. A moment. Then you leaned up –slow , testing , and kissed his soft freshly shaven cheek. Smelling the after shave and cologne that lingered.

His breath hitched at the kiss. When you pulled back he looked at you like you’d just given him the most precious thing.

You took a step back just enough to say, “Give me your phone.”

He fumbled it out of his pocket  immediately , and you punched your number in, texting yourself to save it and handed it back.

“Text me when you get home?” you asked. “So I know you didn’t fall into a sugar coma on the sidewalk.”

He grinned and nodded. “You got it , doll.”

You gave him one last wave and turned for the stairs heading up , up , up. He stood there until you were out of sight making sure you got to your floor safely.

Your dorm room was quiet and calm , lit by the soft glow of your blue desk lamp hovering over texts and workbooks  and accompanying it , the city bleeding in through the cracked window. 

You kicked off your shoes , flopped onto your bed , and checked your phone.

Nothing yet. You smiled thinking. He was probably overthinking the text.

Sure enough , just two minutes later , your screen lit up with his name.

Bucky🍦 : made it back. no sugar coma (yet) also I can’t stop smiling and it’s kinda your fault

You grinned big, thumbs flying to reply.

You: if I say “guilty,” will you forgive me?

Bucky🍦 : depends.  what’s the penalty for stealing my night and making it amazing?

You laughed out loud , rolling onto your side on bed responding.

You: shared custody of future sundaes

Bucky🍦 : ...I accept these terms

Bucky🍦: for the record , I don’t usually click with people this fast

You: same maybe it was the fudge

Bucky: 100% the fudge and your smile and the fact that you didn’t treat me like a kicked puppy

You let that sit for a second.

You: not even close you’re funny. smart. way cuter than you realize. and I’d go on a lot more walks and sundae sat nights with you

Bucky🍦 : can we call them dates next time? just, like… real ones? me & you

Your heart stuttered. Blushing hard , good thing he couldn't see the goofy look that spread onto your face.

You: yeah. we can absolutely call them dates

Bucky🍦 : cool coolcoolcool

sorry I’m being awkward, just haven’t smiled this much in forever

You: awkward is endearing

Bucky🍦 : you’re gonna make me fall for you, aren’t you

You: Maybe , if i dont end up falling first

Bucky🍦 : I’d be okay with that ;)

You smiled and curled snuggling more under your blanket , cheeks surely bright pink and warm.

 Outside , campus was settling into the quiet of the night , but inside your chest , something buzzed bright and alive , light and real. Rising.

The date he was supposed to have? A total bust. But the night? Turned out to be something better. Something growing to be very sweet. 

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જ⁀➴ windbreaker! with them doing the voiceover for your makeup routine

starring: tasuku tsubakino, haruka sakura, hayato suo, hajime umemiya, and ren kaji

TASUKU TSUBAKINO

“okay, okay, so she sent me this video and told me to do a voiceover like one of those tiktok boys. babe, you really want me to narrate? fine!”

there’s a soft chuckle as the video plays. “she’s starting with her ‘flawless base'! her words, not mine. atashi thinks she already looks like a masterpiece in motion. but go off, queen.”

he leans into the mic. “oh my look at this precision! look at this discipline. i trained her well.”

you blend your eyeshadow and he gasps—actually gasps. “OH?? WHO IS SHE?? i don’t even remember breathing the first time i watched that part.”

he goes quiet for a second as you add highlight. “she always lights up her own face. no filters by the way!”

then, he added: “when i was younger, i hid everything i loved about myself. makeup. color. softness. but she? she’s free. and i’ll protect that freedom with everything i’ve got.”

he added more. “she asked me if it was too much.” he laughs. “too much? babe. you are the standard. and if anyone else has a problem with that, tell them to find me.”

a pause. “i’ll be wearing heels!”

HARUKA SAKURA

“alright. so. she sent me this. said ‘do a voiceover like the stupid tiktok boys.’” he coughs. hard.

“first of all, i’m not doing a soft voice. second of all, what the hell is that—paint? lotion?? that better not be edible.”

you blend your foundation. he squints.

“how is your skin doing that. are you okay? is this witchcraft?”

you smile at the camera.

“D-DON’T DO THAT. STOP LOOKING AT ME. WHO ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH RIGHT NOW?? ME?? IS THIS FOR ME??”

he slams something in the background. chair? soul? dignity? who knows.

“okay now she’s… stabbing her eyelid?? no wait—it’s that pointy pen thing. the one that makes her look like she could kill me with one wink.”

you apply blush.

“now she’s pretending to be all innocent with the pink cheeks. nah. don’t fall for it. this is an assassin. a siren. she’s gonna rob me emotionally.”

he goes silent for a beat. then mutters, super fast:

“she’sreallyprettybutwhatever.”

pause.

“WAIT NO. CUT THAT OUT. DON’T POST THIS. I’M DELETING YOUR WIFI. I SWEAR TO GOD—"

one last beat.

“…unless you want me to do another one. like… for skincare. or something.”

HAYATO SUO

“applying her ‘base’ now. as if her skin isn’t already flawless. cute little act. i won’t fall for it. again.”

“hmm. the video begins. look at her. pretending to be harmless again. amusing.”

his tone is silk and sarcasm, like he's sipping tea between lines.

he lets out a hum when you dab on concealer.

“concealer next… probably covering the eye bags from staying up all night texting me. mm. adorable, really.”

you wink at the camera—he chuckles a bit.

“ah. the seduction phase begins.”

he leans in just slightly.

“my favorite part. highlighter. because she insists on glowing like a deity even when no one’s watching. including me. who is absolutely not watching this on loop. absurd.”

you bite your lip by accident. he pauses.

“…hm. intentional? or an attack?”

you do your final pose.

“anyway. if you feel yourself falling in love, i recommend closing the app. this is a trap. a glittery, emotionally confusing trap. i’ve been in it for weeks. i haven’t known peace.”

then he added: “…and i’d fall again.”

HAJIME UMEMIYA

“okay—okay—listen. i’ve seen this face up close a million times, and somehow she still manages to knock the air outta my lungs like it’s the first time. the blush hasn’t even gone on yet and i’m already head over heels again.”

he chuckles softly

“foundation’s goin’ on like a dream. smooth, even, radiant—like sunshine kissed her good morning. she’s not beatin’ her face, she’s blessing it.”

next was blush application.

“and the blush?? oh my gosh, it’s giving angel woke up happy. i’m gonna start handing out flyers that say ‘have you seen this beauty?”

later on he gets overwhelmed.

“hold on, rewind. look at that look she gives the mirror—yeah, that one. that’s mine. mine. and i’m never getting over it.”

“look, i’m not just hyping her up, okay? this is the truth. this is what the furin spirit’s about! being your bold, brilliant, beautiful self and rocking it.”

he grins.

“she’s the muse, the masterpiece, the love of my life. and if anyone out there sees this and thinks she’s too pretty to be real… yeah, me too. every day. still can’t believe she chose me.”

he added something before the video ends,

“you’re killin’ it, babe. always do. now finish that wing so we can go cause a public disruption with how good you look!”

REN KAJI

ren clicks play, resting his chin in his palm, earbuds in.

"she sent me this video like, ‘just say stuff over it.’ like that’s not dangerous. i’ve already watched it five times. don’t ask questions."

the video starts with you applying primer, your fingers moving carefully across your cheeks. you're wearing his hoodie again. ren doesn’t comment. but he notices.

"okay, she’s starting with that base thing. primer? whatever. she looks real serious. like she’s prepping for war. it’s... kinda cute."

your start patting in concealer, and he exhales, smiling a little.

"concealer now. probably hiding the eye bags from texting me dumb memes at 2am. i told her to sleep. she didn’t. i didn’t either. no regrets."

"now eyeshadow. she’s using that color again. the one that made that one dude stare last week. yeah. i saw it. i remember. i was two seconds from standing up and blocking his view."

you paused in the video to blend something carefully, frowning in concentration.

"okay, stop. don’t look that cute while frowning. that’s illegal. also look at her blending. stupid good at it. like, stop being so precise. you’re making the rest of us look bad."

you laughed in the background of the video, like you were talking to someone off-camera. he rewinds it just to hear it again.

"anyway… lips now. that tint. i remember it. she wore it when she kissed my cheek the first time. said it was to 'mark her territory.'"

he chuckles under his breath, barely audible.

"…she's gonna post this, huh. people are gonna see it and fall for her."

a pause.

"but it’s fine. they can look. i’m the one she sends videos to. and the one she texts at 2am. i’m already hers."

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late night love — nanami kento x fem!reader (fluff)

"I'm heading out my love!" you shouted out to nanami from your shared bathroom. Clicking a final spray of vanilla perfume, you turned on your heel ready to leave, but a wall blocked the door. "You didn't tell me you were going out today honey."

His tall frame leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he looked at you with that familiar blend of concern and quiet adoration. His brow furrowing gently as his gaze swept over you—from the gold earrings you picked just for tonight, down to the fabric that clung to your curves like a second skin.

You had always looked good no matter what you wore, but..the way your pretty gold necklace sat perfectly on your collarbone, how you deliciously smelt of jasmine and vanilla...he wished he had planned some date deserving of you getting dressed up like this.

His gaze lingered, warmth blooming behind his eyes despite the furrow still etched into his brow. “You look… breathtaking,” he murmured. Kento's eyes flickering briefly from your lips to your neckline before he sighed, stepping in closer. “Wish you had told me you had something planned today, I would've cleared my schedule”

You giggled with a shy smile “Thank you baby, and I know but you've been working, plus it's just dinner with the girls,” you said to him gently, your voice light, teasing, as you traced your fingers along the edge of his shirt sleeve. “Yuki’s been bothering me about it for days. I couldn’t exactly escape.”

“I understand,” he breathed his words, sounding like an almost whine as he held you. His arm wrapped fully around your waist, drawing you closer until you were pressed against the warmth of his chest. His lips found your temple in a sweet lingering kiss, “It's just,” he said against your skin, “I want to take care of you tonight. You got so dressed up after all.”

You smiled against the fabric of his shirt with a gasp, "Kento Nanami! Are you implying that you would ditch your work to spend your night pleasing and seducing me?" A soft huff of breath escaped him. Kento tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek against your hair to hide the faint flush rising up his neck.

"Possibly," He admitted with an airy chuckle. “You look absolutely stunning, and truthfully I've had a long week no thanks to Gojo. So, part of me might have been looking forward to relaxing with you tonight. Whether that means I'm taking care of you or pleasing you."

Your heart melted at Nanami's confession, your teasing smile softening into a genuine one as you pulled back gently to look at your boyfriend. "I'll text yuki right now." You stated, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. Leaning into your touch without hesitation, his eyes fluttered shut with a hum. When he opened them again, his smile was small but touched with hesitation. “You don’t have to cancel your plans though, love. I was only—”

You silenced him with a kiss, soft and sure, standing on your toes even in your heels to reach him. (You were still quietly amazed at how tall he was even when you wore your highest heels)

Kento’s grip at your waist tightened instinctively, his breath catching as your glossed lips brushed his. He didn’t chase your mouth when you pulled away, but the blush blooming across his cheeks make you wanna giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Sweetheart, it’s really okay,” you whispered with a quiet smile. “I already went out with them earlier this week. Tonight was just to help Yuki rant about her thing with Choso—again.” You rolled your eyes playfully, your fingers finding his.

Kento looked at you like he was still processing the gift of your presence. “Is this truly what you want to do tonight, dear?" he asked softly, threading his fingers through yours, eyes searching. You brought his knuckles to your lips, pressing a kiss there with a smile so sincere it made his heart thud in his chest. “More than anything.”

And just like that, the last of his restraint melted. The sorcerer wrapped you in his arms fully, burying his face in your shoulder with a sigh that sounded like relief and quiet adoration all at once.

“Then stay,” he whispered, voice low against your skin. “Let me love you tonight.”

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Forbidden Photos

Pairing: dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Reader is Steve Rogers' daughter) Tags: dad's best friend bucky, smut, shameless smut, explicit photos, size difference, flrty texts, fingering, shameless moaning, thigh riding

Summary: In which Bucky is your dad’s best friend and he takes you to the mall.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I’ll see you in about two hours.” you said, stepping out of the car. You grabbed your purse from inside the car and slid your arm through the strap. “I’ll see you then. Text me if you’re done early, and I’ve told you to call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes makes me feel old.” he told you, slightly chuckling. You smiled and nodded, before closing the car door. You waved as he drove away.

Bucky was your dad’s best friend. Over the years, you had grown quite fond of Bucky, but he was significantly older than you. You were only eighteen, but that didn’t stop you from admiring him.

You were visiting your dad for the next two weeks. Your dad was going to drive you to the mall, but he got called into work so, he asked Bucky to drive you and after thirty excruciating minutes in the car, you were finally at the mall.

You were never sure how to behave around Bucky. He always turned you on and made your heart race a million miles per minute. Being around the handsome brunette man made it difficult to maintain self-control.

You entered the shopping center. You were nearly done after forty minutes. You found a dress to wear to a party in a few weeks and returned the shoes you had purchased that were the wrong size. Buying a new bra was the only thing left to do.

You headed into Victoria’s Secret and headed to the bras that were your size. You instantly found a few that you liked and walked towards the dressing rooms.

You set down a few pairs of bras and felt your phone buzz. You saw a new text from Bucky: “I finished my errands early. I’m waiting in the parking lot, once you’re done :) ”

You felt your insides tingle and felt a new rush to finish up. You quickly typed out a response and hit send: “Okay! I’ll be out in a few minutes. I’m almost done”

You moved on to the bras that were waiting for you. You tried on each of the four, unable to choose between your top two. You took brief pictures inside each bra. One was a lace-covered bra in a dark red color, while the other was a black bra with white accents.

You asked your sister which picture she preferred after sending her the pictures in a hurry. You couldn't wait to see how your sister would react. You thought that would simplify the choice.

Instead, you saw a text from Bucky that read: “Fuck, doll. You look hot in both of them, but I’m assuming you didn’t mean to send that to me”

Your cheeks were growing redder by the moment, and you could feel your blood run cold. You checked to make sure, and sure enough, you had emailed him the images. You were unsure about what to do. 

You wanted, above all, to never see Bucky again. You were aware that shame would be your demise. You could never make it through a whole car ride home with him.

You made up your mind right away to purchase both bras and made your way to the parking lot. You searched for Bucky's car, keeping your head down. 

He motioned you over when he spotted you.

You got into the front seat without saying a word. You couldn’t even look at him. “Hi, doll,” he said, softly. You muttered a quick “Hi” and then looked out the window.

Bucky accepted that you didn’t want to talk about it and put the car in drive. He started the drive to your dad’s house, where you were staying.

After about ten minutes of silence, the car pulled up to a red light. Bucky looked over at you and saw you still looking out the window. “Doll? Look at me.” he said, tapping lightly on your thigh. You hesitantly looked over at him and he gave you a soft smile.

You pleaded with him, "I really don't want to talk about it." 

He put his hand back on your thigh and used his thumb to massage circles into your flesh. 

Your face started to get hot once more. He whispered, "I know you're embarrassed, doll, but you don't have to be. We can both act like it never happened, you truly don't need to worry about it. The photos were very spectacular, by the way." he said, his genuine smile turning into a smirk.

You were even more ashamed. You knew you had nothing else to lose.

It was difficult to determine if he was kidding or being serious.

He pulled you in for a kiss while grabbing hold of your jacket's collar. Before you could even register the kiss, cars began to honk behind you.

You both pulled apart and realized the light was green. He looked away, focusing on the road. You wrapped your arms around yourself. Neither of you said another word to each other as he continued to drive. Bucky drove past the turn to get to your dad’s house. 

“Bucky, you missed the turn.” you said, finally willing yourself to look at him. Instead of turning around, he just smirked and kept his eyes on the road. “Relax, doll. We’re making a pit stop” he said, moving his hand to rest on your thigh.

You could feel a fluttering feeling in your stomach as his hand inched up your leg. He was only inches from where you needed him, and he stopped. You practically whined. “Patience, doll.” he instructed.

You squirmed under his touch. You started to rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction and relieve a bit your discomfort. “You’re so needy, doll.” he said, his words practically making you moan.

He slipped his fingers into the waistband of your leggings. His fingers ran over your lace panties “God, you’re soaked. Do you need me that badly?” He asked, not moving his fingers. You nodded while biting your lip. You started to grind down on his hand, trying to get the release he was denying you.

“Look at you, so desperate for my touch. The least I can do is help you out, isn’t it?” he said, moving your panties to the side. He ran his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness. Your hips bucked up and pushed against his hand.

He pushed two fingers into you at an agonizingly slow pace, curling his fingers as he began to pump them in and out of you. “Does that feel good?” He asked you, quickening his pace. You bit down on your lip and eagerly shook your head. 

“You don’t have to be quiet. I wanna hear you.” he commanded. His fingers hit your g-spot, causing you to call out his name. A cocky smirk grew on his face.

His thumb started to rub circles onto your clit. You threw your head back against the headrest. “Fuck- Bucky...faster please.” you begged him, breathlessly. His fingers sped up, ramming into you as you clenched your thighs around his hand. 

You could feel the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. The pressure continued to build. “Bucky, I’m almost there.” you moaned. Then, the pressure disappeared. You noticed he had completely removed his hand from you. You also realized you were in his driveway. 

Bucky wiped his hand off on his jeans. “I was so close. My ex-boyfriend could never get me that close.” you complained, the last part said more to yourself.

“That was nothing, doll. I’m going to show you what it’s like with a real man.” he whispered, before pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “But not here in a car seat.”

You two exited the car once he had opened the doors. Taking hold of your hands, he dragged you inside his bedroom. He held your hands in his while he perched on the side of the bed. 

You felt your nerves hit you like a brick wall. Realizing how much this may alter your life just now. After having sex with your father's closest friend, there was no turning back.

He moved his hand to cup your face. “Doll, before we do anything, I want to make sure that you’re really okay with this.” he said, gently. You pressed a light kiss against his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” you admitted, looking into his eyes.

That was all that he needed. He dragged you into his lap by grabbing your waist. As soon as you made eye contact, your hands found themselves in his hair. Rolling your hips into his, you tried to generate as much friction as you could.

He pushed you off his lap, and then pulled your leggings down your legs. You stepped out of them and stepped towards him. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you finish before. I wanted to be able to watch you cum for me.” he said, kissing your temple. 

Then, his eyes lit up. He patted his thigh. “Sit right here for me” he said, gently. You straddled his thigh. “Can I?” you asked, softly. With great anticipation, he nodded his head and put his hands on your hips. You ground against his thigh, rolling your hips forward.

“Cum on my thigh, doll. I wanna watch you.” he said, watching you. You rested your arms on his shoulders as you slid yourself back and forth on his thigh. The harsh material of his blue jeans only added more friction. 

A soft whine passed your lips. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” he said, placing light kisses along your jawline. His words only turned you on more. You could feel a warm feeling in your stomach as you got closer to your peak.

“Bucky- Fuck, I’m almost...there.” you moaned, breathlessly. The coil came back and got more tighter. He started to increase the friction by bouncing his leg up and down. "Oh...Bucky, fuck," you exclaimed as your hips swung more quickly. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, you closed your eyes. All that was left of you was a whimpering mess. “What a wonderful job, princess. Let go for me.” he murmured.

You fell over the edge; your vision went white. Your hips slowed down, and you leaned against Bucky’s shoulders. You panted as you came down from your high.

“You are so beautiful” he said, peppering kisses up and down your neck. You noticed his bulging cock against your leg. “I want to make you feel good too.” you said, starting to unbuckle his belt.

He grabbed your wrists and stopped you, “You don’t have to do that. I just wanna be inside of you, doll” he told you. You pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He used his metal arm to flip you over. You watched him as he stepped out of his boxers, and his cock sprung free. You watched it slap against his stomach. You clenched your thighs together as he thought about having his large cock ramming into you.

He stroked himself a few times. You whimpered to yourself, and your hand found itself inside your panties. “Doll…” he said, scolding you. You quickly removed your hand and looked back into his eyes.

“I can’t wait to fill you up and have your tight pussy wrapped around me.” he said, crawling on top of you. As you pulled him up to kiss you, you cupped his face. One of your hands caressed his length and he groaned into your lips. 

He casually tossed your panties away after dragging them down your legs. He made light figure-eight drawings on your clit to tease you. You took off your T-shirt in a hurry. When he saw that you were wearing the dark red bra, he stopped what he was doing.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath. You noticed that his cock was throbbing. “Your tits look so fuckin’ good in this bra.” he said, cupping your breasts through the bra.

You reached around your back to unclip the bra, but he stopped you. “Don’t!” he practically growled, “Keep it on. I want to fuck you while you wear it” he said, not moving his eyes from the lacy material. Then, without warning, he pushed into you.

He watched as your face contorted in pleasure. “You’re so fucking big.” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around  his neck, holding on as he thrusted into you. He smirked down at you, “You’re taking me so well, doll” he moaned in your ear. You grabbed onto his shoulders, leaving little crescent indents. You moaned as he continued to stretch you out.

Your walls clenched around him. Your eyes rolled back, and you threw your head back against the pillow. “I’m getting close, doll. You’re so fucking tight” he moaned. 

You pulled him into a kiss, “Need you to be faster.” you begged him. He paid attention, increased his pace, and lowered his thumb to gently stroke your clit.

You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. “Close” you mumbled. He moaned out your name as he quickened his pace. “You gonna cum with me?” he asked you, and you quickly nodded your head. It was like he was in overdrive. He was ramming into you. The room echoed with the sound of your skin smacking together and the mattress creaking. He continued to accelerate, seeking his pleasure.

“Doll…” he moaned, and then you could feel him cum inside of you. It was enough to send you over the edge, and your orgasm hit you. “Oh shit…” he moaned, as your walls tightened around him.

You could sense your own heartbeat. For a long time, none of you moved as you lay there. You both made an effort to regain your breath.

Eventually, he pulled out of you and then cleaned you both up. As he went into the bathroom you quickly dressed yourself. “What are you doing?” he asked, pacing over you. “I, uh, I’m getting ready to leave. Don’t worry I’ll call a cab.” Bucky quickly stopped your rambling, putting his hand on your shoulder. “Stay.” he whispered, “Call your dad and say you’re staying over at a friend's house. I’m not gonna let you walk away after what we just did.” You nodded, smiling to yourself.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he said, pulling you in for another kiss. “Bucky, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. No man is ever going to measure up to that.” you whispered. He smirked to himself, proud of his work, “Well I guess it’s good that this wasn’t a one-time thing.” he said, running his fingers up your arm. You had a fluttering feeling in your stomach as you listened to what he said, “It wasn’t?” You asked him, raising your eyebrows.

“Hell no, doll.” he said, before pulling you in for round two.

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