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Butt and Gut

Fresh out of the shower, Liam pulled out his lucky pants from the closet and grinned brightly. It felt like such a long time since he had been out to a gay bar. He’d been so busy (and so skint) for weeks ever since he’d moved out of his parents’ place and into the share house. The holidays hadn’t helped either, consuming his time and funds further. But now it was payday, and nothing was going to stop him having a good time.

There was something so satisfying about the way Liam’s lucky pants fitted. Ever since he’d first realised he was gay, Liam knew that he was going to be submissive. For the longest time, he’d fixated on the idea of being taken and pounded by a guy who truly knew what he was doing. The reality had yet to match up to Liam’s fantasies, but his pants were always the way to get the attention he craved. Snug-fitting and shapely, they emphasised the cute little butt he wanted to offer up. When guys saw him, Liam wanted them to imagine taking him and performing every last sexual kink they wanted with him. The pants had been instrumental in attracting Liam’s last boyfriend, as well as a few hook-ups in the past. But, that evening, as Liam pulled them up his legs, a sense of dread slowly filled him.

For the first time ever, Liam had packed on a few pounds over the holidays. Usually slim and twink-like, but for his bubble butt, Liam could feel the extra mass in his glutes and stomach. The scales had declared a nine pound gain and yet, it suddenly felt like so much more as he tried desperately to make the pants close. In the mirror, Liam could see the extra softness of his new love handles bulging slightly over the waistband as he finally completed the deed. He spun around, noting how obscene his ass now looked in such tight material. One wrong move and the fabric could blow at any second. He huffed, questioning whether he could really get away with them that night. The extra weight would have to go, that much was obvious. However, he couldn’t imagine a night out without the pants. No, he reasoned; he wasn’t about to go anywhere without his lucky charm.

Liam decided to stand at the bar most of the night, making small talk with some of the guys he had met over the years. When sitting, he’d felt the harsh, unsympathetic waistband digging into him, reminding him with every passing second of the added flesh on his body. A few drinks with his buddies had slowly helped him relax a little, although the creamy cocktails had bloated his stomach a little too much, making even his shirt appear too snug. With a pretty face, Liam could see guys checking him out, yet no one had come up to chat with him yet. He looked at his cell phone, seeing it was beyond midnight. Never ever had he gone this long without even a guy offering to buy him a drink.

Just then, a tall, strapping guy entered the bar. Dressed in a loose and unironed shirt, the man had all the appearance of a laid-back brute; with a powerful chest and strong hips that came from a naturally broad build and a clearly active lifestyle. With seemingly little thought placed into what he was wearing, the man was still, with minimal effort, the most handsome man in the entire bar. Liam had seen the guy only a handful of times before; always around this time of night and never for very long. As to whether he was gay or not, it was hard to tell. Liam had never once seen him take anyone home, or even flirt with someone here. He bounded up to the bar, getting served almost instantly despite theseveral others who had been waiting patiently. Then, with his bottle of beer in hand, the man turned and seemed to scan the room.

With his back turned at the time, Liam didn’t notice the man’s eyebrows raising as his eyes caught sight of the overly padded rear pressed into pants that were obviously too tight. Yet, the next time he turned, the handsome jock was suddenly standing right beside him. “I’m Jake,” the man declared, holding out his hand to shake.

Stunned by the approach, Liam placed his hand in the man’s large strong palm and gave his name in response. He hardly realised how expertly he had been led away from his friends and taken towards a high table in the corner where Jake could chat to him more privately.

Did Liam notice the jealous stares in his direction as he stood at the table, chatting with Jake? Of course he did. The music was loud, however, the muscular stud seemed to enjoy leaning in and speaking close to Liam’s ear. His aftershave was so alluring and his breath so sweet. After the initial small talk, the man explained how he worked in construction after having abandoned his semi-professional football career. Suddenly, every inch of his finely sculpted body seemed to make sense; the height, the build, the masculine authority. Liam had never been more aroused in his entire life.

“What about you?” Jake asked. “Do you play any sports?”

Liam couldn’t help but laugh. “No,” he replied instantly. “I was always picked last in gym class, back in high school. Sports aren’t really my thing. I think I’m a bit too lazy for all that.”

It struck Liam that he may have been a little too forthcoming. Perhaps it was his nerves. However, he was pretty sure that an athlete like Jake wouldn’t want to hear that the guy he was flirting with could hardly catch a ball.

“That’s alright,” Jake smiled back sweetly, now resting his hand upon the small of Liam’s back. “So you don’t do any exercise?” he asked.

His heart racing at the touch, Liam found his brain unable to conjure a lie, shaking his head with complete honesty. “No. I don’t do anything.”

Again, Jake smiled, his hand sliding further down onto Liam’s butt, rubbing sweetly in a circular motion on the stretched fabric of the lucky pants. “I like that,” he whispered. “You know… you’re pretty cute,” the man continued into his ear. “I don’t really go for guys who are obsessed with working out.”

Surprised but delighted that his honesty seemed to be taking him places, Liam leaned in a little more. “I don’t think I’ve done any exercise since I left high school over four years ago.”

Slipping his other hand onto Liam’s hip, the large man turned him into his body even more. With lustful eyes fixed on Liam’s lips, the dominant figure took him into a deep kiss; his big hands already exploring and pinching at Liam’s under-exercised rear. The pair breathed out with lust as they kissed further; Jake’s hands seemingly fixated by cupping the glutes, holding and owning them. “Wanna get out of here?” Jake finally asked, already taking Liam’s hand, ready to lead the way.

In no time at all, Liam was closing the door to his bedroom. Jake seemed to set upon him immediately, unbuckling Liam’s belt and unpeeling him from those skin-tight pants. Liam assisted where he could, standing there with his legs slightly parted as Jake went down on his knees and explored that butt that he seemed so fixated on. Removing Liam’s underwear and shirt, the man moaned softly as he sank his nose between the butt cheeks, gripping his hands against Liam’s hips and bouncing the glutes until they jiggled frantically. Liam had never felt chubbier in his whole life, yet it was exactly this softness that seemed to captivate Jake more than any other lover Liam had ever had. From having felt Jake up in the club, he knew how tight at pert the man’s butt was, yet his own felt, in that moment, like two heavy masses of pure blubber.

“You’re so fucking sexy,”Jake whispered as he slipped on the condom that Liam handed him. Liam had questioned the wisdom of allowing Jake to fuck him after only just meeting. But as the man had undressed and his incredible body came on display, Liam knew that this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, never to be repeated. He breathed deeply and relaxed as Jake spread his doughy cheeks and pressed himself inside, significantly thicker and larger than any other man who had ever tried to do this. Then that glorious gentle thrusting started.

From the reflection in the mirror, Liam could make out the man’s incredible body, pounding him softly. In his wildest and kinkiest dreams, he could never have imagined anyone so stunning doing this to him, nor that they would seem to enjoy it so much. Jake appeared to be trying to control himself; trying to stop himself from climaxing too soon. Then, when the inevitable finally happened, Jake gasped, as if shocked by the violent power of the orgasm he was experiencing; collapsing with exhaustion next to the chubby boy.

Liam could hardly believe that Jake was still there in the morning. Usually, he had a habit of sleeping in very late. But with Jake’s hands exploring his body again, he awoke with a pleasant smile upon his face. Light was streaming in through the cheap curtains and there he was, being fondled beautifully by the most handsome man he had ever met.

“Do you, perhaps, want to meet up again sometime?” Liam asked nervously as he watched the stunning man pulling his underwear back on and re-buttoning his shirt.

“I gave you my number,” Jake replied, chuckling a little at Liam’s sudden insecurity.

“Yeah, but, to a lot of guys, that doesn’t mean anything,” he replied.

Jake smiled and pulled the still naked Liam up to stand in front him. “Look, I’m not like ‘a lot of guys’,” he whispered sweetly whilst reaching around for one final grope of Liam’s glutes. “I want to take you out for ice cream, fancy dinners and bring you doughnuts in bed,” he assured him. With his other large hand, he gently stroked Liam’s hair out of his face. “I want to spoil and pamper you rotten.”

Liam felt warm and fuzzy. How he wished Jake didn’t have something else on that morning. “I’d absolutely love that,” he nodded back, kissing the stud goodbye.

Despite his busy schedule. Jake was back at Liam’s place only two days later. The pair had been flirtatiously messaging each other almost constantly since their parting. Then, once Liam had sent the man a suggestive nude of his slightly oversized rear, Jake was unable to hold himself back. He arrived straight from his construction job, a masculine musk upon his strong, capable body, looking effortlessly muscular and imposing. Within five minutes, the man had slid his concreter erection straight inside Liam, pounding away until he made both of them climax.

Afterwards, he’d taken Liam out in his truck to a fast food place Liam had always loved but lived a little far away from to enjoy regularly.

“I’d bring you here every night if it would make you happy,” the gorgeous man declared, rubbing Liam’s thigh as he watched the boy consuming the many items that had been bought for him. “If you have a sweet tooth, I also know a great doughnut place not too far from here?”

Liam nodded, feeling luckier than he’d ever felt before. How was it possible that this incredible man was so ridiculously perfect? How was it conceivable that this hunk had actually just asked him to be his boyfriend?

Dating a man who was so good with his hands was remarkably useful in Liam’s new share house. With Jake so willing and able to fix all the little snags around the house, Liam found himself absolved of all the rest of the little chores by the others living there. Jake had been true to his word about spoiling him. Sometimes, he’d message Liam, telling him to look in certain drawers in his bedroom; whereupon Liam would find tasty treats and snacks that had been hidden there for him by Jake on his last visit. Nurturing seemed to be Jake’s love language. He appeared to revel in taking care of him and making his life as easy as possible. Then, back in the bedroom, he could take on the persona of Liam;s wildest fantasies, fucking him with every ounce of his brutish strength and stamina. Liam had been contorted into every strange pose imaginable whilst Jake set to work upon the ass that he simply could not get enough of.

Liam’s entire family had taken to Jake almost instantly. Even Liam’s father, who had initially struggled with his son coming out, beamed with pride as he introduced Jake to the neighbors at one of their backyard barbecues.

Your butt looks so fucking cute in those shorts,” Jake whispered as he felt up his lover once more.

“Thanks,” Liam smiled back. He didn’t like to say that these were in fact the only shorts that were fitting him comfortably at that time. He’d been quietly packing on weight at an almost alarming rate since the winter. He could feel an insidious oozing influx of blubber around his waist, building into his butt and making it softer than ever before. When sitting, he could feel the wider spread of his buttcheeks and a rolling mass pushing itself gently over his waistband. Liam found himself trying to disguise a notable paunch with his clever clothes choices. But even then, as he looked back at pictures from his first summer with Jake, he could see the new puffiness of his face, undoing it all.

“I look so fat!” Liam had announced, catching sight of his chubby body as Jake played with him in sight of the mirror. Without his clothes on, every last lardy inch of the forty pounds he had gained so far that year seemed to scream out at him.

“You look gorgeous!” Jake had countered, resuming kissing him and only stopping when it seemed like Liam needed more reassurance. “You just look like a guy who’s very content in his relationship. He smiled sweetly. “With this cute little tummy, everyone can see how well I look after you.”

Liam chuckled at that, rolling his eyes. There was no doubt that he had eaten a significant excess of calories the last few months.

“Oh, come on!” Jake had grinned, trying to pull Liam out of his sulky mood. “You really think I’m going to complain if that irresistible ass of yours gets a little bigger?” he teased, reaching down and moulding it into his hands before bouncing it gently. “You know the jiggle drives me crazy.”

Liam smiled at this. Despite how ridiculously mismatched he may have looked beside Jake, he at least knew that he had an ass that his lover found more fuckable than any other in the entire world. “I guess there is that,” he nodded back, never failing to get hard whenever Jake started playing with his butt.

“Exactly,” Jake nodded sweetly at him; his breath upon his face. “So stop stressing. You love how I fuck you, right?” he asked, sliding his hand into Liam’s pants, stroking a finger up his butt crack as the boy dutifully widened his stance for him; the light tickling of his hole.

Liam nodded, already feeling hungry to be taken by Jake again that night.

“So… just be a good boy and quit worrying about what you’re eating. The ice cream ,the pizzas and doughnuts, they’re all doing to help add a little extra cushion back here,” he declared, removing his hand but delivering a playful pat on his rear nonetheless. “Just… let me have some fun with you…” he teased, finally kissing Liam in a way that was simply irresistible.

Although Jake was a terrible cook, he was attentive enough to ensure that Liam had more than enough to eat whenever Liam stayed over at his place. An expert at heating up pizzas, chicken pieces and fries, Liam soon found that his own portions were now dramatically outsizing his muscular and highly active lover’s. “Oh, come on. I know you can eat all that…” Jake had teased once Liam had complained. “You want to keep that ass nice and plush and juicy for me?”

Jake’s excuses for the extra food seemed to play right into Liam’s own submissive streak. He started to care less about the excess weight he was carrying, knowing that at least his butt was shaping up in the way his lover seemed to find so amusingly enticing. As it had grown, Jake had been less and less able to keep his hands off it, caressing those glutes sweetly no matter where they were. Sure, he had a tummy on him not too dissimilar to the cousin he had watched piling on weight since having kids. But with Jake’s offer to let him move in with him, Liam was at last convinced that none of that actually mattered.

Unlike Liam, Jake had relatively few gay friends. Despite meeting at a gay bar, that wasn’t the type of place Jake often frequented. In fact, the only other gay person he seemed to even know was his buddy, Will. Just like Jake, Will was athletic and naturally sporty. When Liam had first seen a picture of him, he’d been nervous that a guy like Will could easily just snap his fingers and steal Jake from him in a microsecond. But as time went on, the more Liam realised he had nothing to worry about. Jake just didn’t seem into the clean-cut athletic types. Whenever they were watching something on TV and a handsome, hunky actor came on screen, Liam couldn’t help commenting and ceclaring his appreciation. Jake would smile, always enjoying seeing him getting a little turned on. Then he would check out the source of Liam’s arousal; usually some tall, built and lean hunk performing in yet another completely unnecessary shirtless scene. “Not my type,” the man would declare dismissively, leaning in to kiss Liam instead.

Liam hadn’t been sure of the sweatshorts he’d worn when he’d been taken over to Will’s place for the first time. However, Jake had insisted he looked great. In truth, his t-shirt was also a poor fit, being ever so slightly too short, and when he’d stood next to Jake at the doorway, he’d felt fat and dumpy.

“So this must be Liam!” Will had smiled after hugging his buddy. A little shorter than Jake and slightly less well built, the guy’s English accent was clearly a huge draw for him. He seemed to look Liam up and down, nodding with approval.

It seemed that Will had been busy most of the morning preparing an authentic British roast dinner, and the three of them settled down at the table almost immediately. Fatty cuts of pork were served straight onto Liam’s plate alongside glistening roasted potatoes, parsnips and carrots. Then a thick, oozing gravy was served all on top of the mountain of food whilst Jake and Will served themselves separately from a dish of boiled vegetables instead. “Does it taste good?” Will asked him after a minute or too.

“Delicious!” Liam had replied instantly, agreeing to some more slices of pork.

“I’ve been nagging Jake that he needs to learn how to cook properly for you,” Will smiled, turning then to Jake. “Liam’s your boyfriend. You need to look after him!”

“I do look after him!” Jake had chuckled back, having finished his much smaller meal and draping his long, muscular arm over Liam’s shoulder. “I’m just a dreadful cook.”

“You’d love it if Jake learned to cook for you like this every night, wouldn’t you?” Will asked Liam.

With his mouth full of food, Liam could only nod in hearty agreement.

Will’s dessert was an equally mouth-watering experience: a large slice of fresh apple pie drowned in an ocean of warm, creamy custard. It had all been served with such speed and efficiency that Liam’s brain didn’t seem to catch up with how full his stomach had become until it was far too late. Forcing down the last two spoonfuls, a mild panic set in as Liam realised how completely stuffed he was. The thick, oozing custard had seemed to fill every last gap in his stomach, sticking to his insides and making it so that even a sly burp wouldn’t cause any relief.

The three of them went to sit in the lounge area instead; Jake resting his arm over Liam’s shoulders once more, whilst perching his other hand on Liam’s stomach until the bloated boy had to ask him to remove it. Just the weight of that large hand on top had made him feel like his sides may split open at any second.

Will had seemed to pick up on how uncomfortably full Liam felt, addressing most of his conversation to Jake instead. There was even a blissful five minutes where the pair of them discussed supercars and Liam could rest easy, not having to contribute at all.

“So, eight months, huh?” Will had asked, smiling as they discussed how long Jake and Liam had now been dating. “Have you met Jake’s parents yet?”

Jake shook his head, answering for Liam. Jake’s folks lived in Florida and, with five other sons scattered all over the country, had not been over to see their son the entire time they had been together. “We’re hoping to go down and see them during the holidays.”

Liam nodded. “Although I do want to drop a few pounds before then,” he sighed, feeling heavy and lethargic still. “I can’t see me making a good impression given all the weight I’ve put on this year.

“It’s happy weight!” Will had shot back immediately. “It’s a fact of life. Everyone knows you put on a good amount of weight when you find the right person.”

“That’s what I tell him,” Jake nodded in agreement, lightly rubbing the top of Liam’s belly where a distinct shelf was forming. Jake wasn’t lying. Word-for-word, Jake would always tell him the exact same thing whenever he got a little insecure about his evolving shape: contentment always came with weight gain.

“Plus, you’re dating a big, strapping guy like Jake, who naturally eats more than most guys. So you will most likely be picking up those sorts of eating habits. My boyfriend is the same,” he added nonchalantly. “I eat a lot to keep up the muscle and so he’s automatically started eating more and carrying a little more weight. I think it’s cute.”

“Me too,” Jake smiled at Liam proudly. He tensed his bicep for Liam to admire; as if these strong arms were yet another reason why he shouldn’t blame himself for getting so lardy.

Just then, the door to the apartment gently opened and Will’s eyes lit up as his boyfriend arrived home from work. He bounced up with a sprightliness that Liam could no longer even imagine and raced to the door, returning with a short, portly guy under his arm. “This is Sam,” he announced, beaming.

Dressed smartly in a tight-fitting shirt, Sam’s stomach stuck out, protruding quite considerably in front of him. With absolutely no jawline remaining, the fat-faced guy stepped forwards and politely shook Liam’s hand. Round: that was almost the only word that sprang to Liam’s mind as he tried to comprehend the shape of handsome Will’s boyfriend. Fat had completely consumed the guy’s torso, bulging and rolling into incredibly robust-looking love handles that pushed gently over the waistband of his pants. He stayed only a moment before being taken off to the kitchen to have a full plate of leftovers made up for him.

“Sam’s such a sweet guy,” Jake smiled as he was left alone with Liam briefly once more. “I think you two will really hit it off.”

Liam wanted to whisper something about his surprise at Will’s boyfriend’s size. What was a handsome British guy doing with such a startlingly obese boy? Then again, he’d heard similar things being said about him in recent months; friends who had told him that he was letting himself go and putting his relationship in danger. Perhaps it was best not to question these things.

Will came back to join them, leaving his boyfriend to eat his dinner in peace in the kitchen. They chatted some more, until Will got up yet again to serve up Sam’s dessert. Then, about ten minutes after that, Sam came in to join them all. His face was one of strain, which Liam could fully identify with. Sam had overeaten, just like he had earlier. It had been the pie and custard that had done it, Liam could tell. Inside that tight shirt of his, Sam’s stomach had expanded and bloated, pressing against the shirt buttons. The man dropped himself onto the couch next to Will and groaned softly. At the same time, Will’s eyes seemed to light up. He leaned across and kissed his lover deeply, not seeming to care that others were there to watch.

Rather than feeling awkward, Jake turned to Liam and moved in for his own kiss; the two couples suddenly making out like pairs horny teenagers. Jake’s hand slipped under Liam’s shirt, rubbing the rounded stomach that had been packed so tightly that afternoon. With his portly gut on show, Liam looked across to the other couple even as he kissed Jake, worried that they would see how chubby he looked without a t-shirt to hide it all. Neither of them were looking; they were too engrossed in their own pleasure; Will’s hand mimicking Jake’s as he too rubbed the spherical shape of his own boyfriend’s fat stomach. To anyone else, it may have looked grotesque and unsightly, however Liam found the sight was actually turning him on, despite not being able to fully explain why. What was it about these two friends: Jake and WIll? Guys like these didn’t date such overweight folks. What was going on that Liam wasn’t picking up on?

In the coming months, Liam had packed on even more fat. He could feel his love handles bulging at the sides and the fat spreading from his chest and under his arms. Relatively new t-shirts that had fitted poorly before, now became obscene. After moving in with Jake before the holidays. Liam’s weight had skyrocketed, His butt had expanded with each passing day, pulling tightly against the material of all his sweatpants until even the pull string had no length left to give.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jake reassured him as he seductively fed him a large slice of a cheesecake he had picked up on the way home. It was obvious where things were headed as Jake took off his own shirt to make the moment even more erotic. The man seemed so built, powerful and dominant in these moments; contrasting to an almost insane degree with the blubbery, plush physique Liam had obtained in the last sixteen months. Yet, still Liam wanted to eat this for him. Food had always been the foreplay before a fucking, which Jake had showered and prepared himself for excitedly. There was a lust upon Jake that could not be matched through any other means; his dominance seeming to grow with each forkful he lifted into Liam’s mouth. Submitting to that, knowing that his ass was about to be pounded, felt like the most fulfilling thing Liam could ever do.

“Think you can finish off the whole cheesecake?” Jake asked seductively, already standing to fetch the final slice.

In previous times, Liam would not have been able to do such a thing, but something had happened to him in recent weeks, making him more capable than ever of consuming greater amounts in these types of sittings. “Do you want me to finish it all for you?” he asked, almost begging for Jake to turn on that fiercely dominant personality that he found so sexy in the bedroom.

Jake nodded, slipping off the remainder of his clothes before sitting down again, carrying the final slice of cheesecake and placing Liam’s idle hand to stroke his raging erection. “I want you to eat it all for me,” the man insisted just as Liam obediently set to work in stroking his man’s hard-on up and down. “I want your ass nice and big and soft before I fuck it.”

Fuck! Liam thought to himself. Why was that so fucking sexy?

Over time, Lima had lost track of his weight. His body had been changing and growing so much that standing on the scales seemed like an unnecessary chore to confirm something that he already knew. Jake had found him some pants for work that came with an unexpectedly useful elasticated waistband. However his shirts were always a constant snug fit, stretching across his chubby torso. At one time, the size had felt frustratingly large to cater for his stout stomach, with too much material flapping around in the chest and arms. But as time went on, Liam’s chest expanded, alongside the tops of his arms, which swelled with blubbery softness. There wasn't a scrap of visible muscle on his entire body and that seemed to be the way that Jake liked him. Having never obtained his driving licence, Liam had been used to walking in order to get around the city. But now, with Jake, the newly obese boy was quite accustomed to being driven everywhere. He was spoiled and pampered as Jake seemed to be getting the most intense satisfaction from seeing him living out a life that was so opposite to his own intensely physical livelihood and hobbies.

It was around that time that Jake had wanted to start recording them having sex. He’d set up his cell phone on the side and experimented with different angles as Liam generally crouched on the bed with his butt up and ready. Afterwards, they’d watch them back, touching each other with lust at the sight of themselves, so dramatically contrasting. However, for Liam, there was so much more to these recordings. Despite the weight he knew he had packed on, he hadn’t quite realised how much his body was rippling with each thrust, nor the satisfaction that Jake seemed to get in making it happen. Playing it back he could visibly see Jake getting off on experimenting with his thrusting to make the powerful vibrations shift in as many different ways as possible. There was a small area of back fat that Jake’s hands seemed to shift backwards and forwards to, as if he was desperate to grab hold of and pound even harder with. Liam could see just how lardy he was in certain areas, where it bulged in his stomach and sagged in his chest and turned his thighs into tree trunks. He could also see how Jake’s hands explored from one to the other; the man’s face looking down upon it with a mixture of pride, disgust and dominance. Gleefully, he would slap the wide ass as he pounded, never failing to climax in a manner that suggested he received pure bliss from every last inch of it all.

Home alone, Liam began to watch the videos back as he touched himself. He’d promised his parents only the night before that he was going to try and lose some weight, yet there he was, feasting upon the cheesecake Jake had bought him, knowing that it would make his lover unreasonably horny to come home and see that it had all be consumed in a single day. Such acts of greed always aroused them both. For Jake, Liam assumed it was the fact that he was maintaining that soft, contrasting appearance that he found so alluring. However, for Liam, indulging as he did felt like the ultimate act of submission, reshaping his entire body to suit the man who fucked him. All other consequences of it failed to surpass the drive he had to make Jake moan deeply from a powerful orgasm whilst buried deep inside him.. But as Liam watched back the videos again and again, there was always a look upon Jake’s face as he came close to climaxing: a look of power, amusement and wicked intentions towards him. Each time Liam saw it, he couldn’t help but squirt everywhere himself. If only Jake could express that side of his personality more, Liam would be helpless to resist.

“Jeez!” exclaimed Will’s rotund boyfriend, Sam, poking Liam’s tummy. “You’ve been eating well!”

“You can talk!” Liam shot back, noting that Sam had waited until they were alone to comment on his weight. It had been over eight months since he had first met Sam, rather briefly. Back then, he had been amazed by the sheer scale of Sam’s tummy. Now that stomach had clearly swollen to an incredible circumference, bringing along with the largest, puffiest arms Liam had ever seen.

“I’m starting to get that gut droop!” he chuckled, reaching underneath and jiggling the soft overhang that was almost visible under his t-shirt. “Will is in his element playing with it all.”

“Will’s really into it then?” Liam asked, feeling a spike of excitement as the conversation took this turn. He’d pondered for months about just how kinky the couple might be. Now he may finally get some answers.

“Of course he is!” Sam chuckled. “I could tell within five minutes the type of guy he was. My belly was relatively small back then too. It didn’t take a genius to work out what would happen if I dated him.”

“And you don’t mind?” Liam asked next, delighted with how open Sam was being.

“Look at them both,” Sam simply pointed to their muscular boyfriend standing in the queue for ice creams. “Those horny little fuckers are having the time of their lives packing the pounds on us. They think they’re so clever and cunning. Who could resist that?”

Liam turned, spotting Jake and Will laughing to each other. Perhaps they were making fun of how fat he had grown in the time since they’d all last seen each other. Then again, was he just imagining that because he was a little horny? The shorts he had chosen to wear for this weekend away with Will and Sam were more than a little fitted and revealing of his thick, blubbery thighs. So far, Jake had hardly been able to keep his hands off the wide load that had become his giant backside at close to 340lbs.

“Will told me he met Jake at the gym, but I reckon they both came across each other on some fat fetish website or something,” Sam continued to ponder, watching both of the boys enjoying each other’s company so much.

Liam flushed with a little embarrassment, noting how familiar he had become with such websites in recent months. Time and again he had crept back and climaxed whilst talking to guys about how much weight he had packed on since he had dated a guy who seemingly just liked to keep his well-drilled butt soft, fat and under-exercised. “Jake told me they’d met at a summer camp when they were in middle school,” he replied.

The pair of them chuckled, realising that they had both been misled by the rather obvious lie. “Those devious bastards! Will didn't even move here with his family until he was seventeen!” Sam smirked, enjoying the naughtiness of his lover just as much as Liam did.

Not long afterwards, the two men arrived back carrying giant ice creams for both Liam and Sam. Liam could feel Jake gently rubbing his wide back as he ate and noted the stares of passers-by as he sucked and licked at the fattening ice cream. Perhaps they could tell that he had fallen into the clutches of some kink-fuelled hedonistic relationship. Maybe they looked down on him, or felt sympathy? However, it was only lust that consumed Liam. Pure, inescapable eroticism at every last detail of his situation.

Despite his significantly larger stomach, Sam charged ahead with Will during the walk to the restaurant. Liam lagged behind, feeling the fat wobbling on his thighs and noting how Sam’s butt was comparatively slender than his own. The man continued to work in retail and was up on his feet most of the day. Whereas Liam had only ever worked in an office and, since dating Jake, had pretty much been dropped off and picked up from the door of his workplace every single day. He paused for a moment, wincing a little.

“My thighs are rubbing together like crazy today,” he grumbled. “I think these shorts were a mistake.”

“They definitely weren’t!” Jake shot back, giving Liam’s wide rear a satisfied pat. “It’s not much further to this restaurant and I’ll fetch the car afterwards so I can pick you up from outside.”

Liam nodded, pleased that Jake always found such simple solutions. He hadn’t really wanted to walk back on a full stomach. Especially not when he felt as ridiculously horny as he had that day. Even now, he could feel blood pumping towards his groin, ensuring that he would make an absolute pig of himself when he was finally unleashed upon the buffet.

“I think your boyfriend needs to get a little more exercise from time to time,” Will teased when Jake finally arrived beside a sweating Liam at the foyer of the all-you-can-eat place.

“Or maybe you should just pick restaurants that don’t involve such a trek next time,” Jake grumbled back, slipping his powerful arm over his exhausted lover as if proud of how out of shape he was.

Jake’s hand was never far from Liam’s thick thigh as they sat down at the table. After a couple of rounds selecting his own food, Jake had soon taken over. “Are you going to cut his food up for him too?” Will joked, seeing how dutifully Jake attended to Liam. However, Jake merely smiled back, rubbing Liam’s wide back encouragingly. If this had been a competition to see which of their fat lovers could eat the most, Jake was winning by quite a considerable margin. Despite the fact that Sam was at least 50lbs heavier, it was clear that he was less capable of consuming the vast quantities of starchy, bloating foods that had been Jake’s usual choice to serve up to Liam over the last couple of years. More than once, Liam caught Jake smirking with superiority at how much more obviously greedy Liam was than Sam.

After several desserts, Jake soon disappeared to collect the car, arriving at the front of the restaurant within a ridiculously small amount of time, only highlighting how insignificant the journey there had actually been. Will was trying to insist that large bellied Sam should take the front seat, however, Jake was having none of it, patting the prime position for his heavy reared boy instead.

Back at the beach house they had rented for the weekend, Liam settled down on the couch, now realising how much the bloat was setting in. Sam followed shortly, dropping his heavy body down and slouching back so that his double chin formed a giant framing ring around his entire face. “Your Jake was talking about us using the pool shortly,” Sam explained lethargically, grabbing the TV remote.

“I don’t know if I have the energy for that,” Liam chuckled back, rubbing his strained stomach.

“Oh, come on. You know he doesn’t actually want you to use the pool,” Sam smirked. “Jake helicopters over you all day long, trying to ensure you don’t move a muscle. He just wants to show off your body to Will. That’s pretty much the whole reason those kinky bastards booked this weekend. You wouldn’t believe some of the meals Will was cooking me in the last few weeks, secretly making sure I was in the best shape for it.”

“He fed you up good, huh?” Liam asked, getting aroused by the idea.

“He certainly did!” Sam nodded. “He thinks he’s so subtle about it all as well,” he laughed, glancing outside to where the two strapping boys were perched on the deck; laughing and enjoying each other’s company. In any other world, the pair might have made a really hot gay couple, fit to appear on the front cover of a steamy magazine. Yet, there they both were, most likely swapping stories of how they stealthily packed on pounds and pounds of lard onto the obese boys they got such a kick out of fucking.

“Jake gets so turned on by your sweet tooth, doesn’t he?” Sam continued. “At one point, I thought he was going to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in the restaurant after all those desserts you finished up,” the fat boy teased.

“Oh, I wish he would!” Liam sighed longingly. “When we’re at home together he can get so worked up that he needs to fuck me several times a day!”

Sam smirked back at him, enjoying the opportunity to speak so freely about their shared pleasures in dating such similar guys. “Don’t you wish they were a little bit more open about it though?” Sam asked. “I mean, it’s so obvious that Will is into this whole weight gain stuff, yet he never comes right out and says it.”

Liam nodded in agreement. “I’d be so turned on if Jake just told me he wanted me fatter,” he stated emphatically. For months now, he had dreamed and wished for such a day as that; when he could finally submit to those barely concealed kinks Liam had come to appreciate so wholeheartedly.

Despite their full stomachs, the two obese boys soon disappeared off to put on their swimwear; Jake and Will immediately swarming around them both as they emerged with all their flesh on show. Will’s hand was soon sliding to the fat that drooped from Sam’s belly, whilst Jake’s fingers flexed as they held Liam’s giant butt cheek. Therein lay the true difference between them: Will was obsessed with the size of his lover’s gigantic stomach, whilst, for Jake, it was all about making Liam’s ass as heavy and fuckable as possible.

With the hands of their lovers upon them, Sam and Liam glanced at each other. Were they actually going to do this? A final nod from Sam seemed to suggest so.

“We’ve got a surprise for you both,” Liam blurted out excitedly, already moving inside.

Sam nodded, pulling handsome Will in behind them. They led the way to the large corner sofa, each placing their lovers at either end. A cold beer was passed to them, then Liam eagerly trotted back to the refrigerator, pulling out the absolutely enormous cream-filled cake that had been bought for Will’s birthday the next day.

Sam was already on his knees on the floor when Liam brought the box down and joined him. He opened up the box, almost breathless with excitement as he saw Sam so excited to get started. Then, without a second thought, he plunged his chubby hand down into the cake, scooping out a giant handful and slapping it into Sam’s open mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Jake gasped, twitching as if he had just been given the most instantaneous erection of his life.

With his hand pressed over Sam’s mouth, the large, blubbery boy was chewing and nibbling until he was at last sucking at Liam’s fingers to get at all the icing. “Eat up, Piggy!” Liam coaxed him. “We’ve got to get you nice and fat for Will’s birthday tomorrow…”

For the first time since Liam had met him, Will seemed utterly speechless, with a bemused look upon his face as Liam’s sticky hand grabbed at Sam’s lardy overhang and jiggled it for them all to see.

Sam smirked, reaching his own hand into the cake now, pressing it into Liam’s mouth whilst the guy ate enthusiastically at the giant serving pushing down on his tongue and prevented from escaping by Sam’s bloated fingers resting across his lips. “Come on, Fat Boy!” Sam whispered. “You’ve got some catching up to do,” he declared, clawing at a great roll of fat above Liam’s hip.

Again, the obese boys took turns feeding and jiggling each other. Now their lovers no longer hid the vertical bulges in their underwear as they watched it all from the couch. Will was the first one to dive in and start stroking himself under his clothes. With the floodgates opening, Jake pulled down his shorts, stroking his own shaft with a look of pure amusement and devilish delight on his face. He seemed so much more controlled than Will, who was slouching further into his seat, stroking furiously as he watched his 380lb lover being fed and deliberately fattened. Sam’s small, pig-like burp was all it took for Will to lose any inhibitions whatsoever, pulling off his shirt and pants before joining them both on the floor. Then Sam was taken into the most erotic kiss Liam had ever witnessed.

Liam watched on as Will and Sam became consumed by their own lust. Will had pressed his erection into one of Sam’s fat roles, gyrating his hips like he could climax at any second. The sight was so mesmerising that Liam hardly noticed that Jake had undressed himself.

“That was quite some stunt,” the muscular man chuckled, slapping Liam on his wide rear as Liam instinctively went onto all fours and allowed the swimwear to be removed.

“I think the birthday boy enjoyed it,” Liam teased back, still watching the horny couple as they moaned; Will’s hand taking over the task of pressing more cake into his lover’s mouth.

“What do you think is going to happen to Sam after tonight, though?” Jake asked. “Will’s a sweet guy but… you unleashed a monster. Do you think he can go back to subtly overfeeding Sam to cause a slow weight gain after you gave him this?” he chuckled, watching Will getting off on how obediently his lover was sucking every last crumb of the cake he was given. “Sometimes there’s a reason why these things aren’t said aloud. Now there’s nothing to stop him from making Sam as unreasonably fat and lardy as he wants. And trust me,” Jake chuckled, “he definitely will!”

Liam nodded, feeling a slight twinge of guilt.

“And as for you…” Jake continued, swiping his finger along the floor to gather the remains of the smeared cake frosting. “... now there’s nothing to slow me down either,” he grinned, painting around Liam’s mouth with all the sugary paste. “You forced my hand. Now I can’t hide the fact that, yes… I do want you fatter and greedier and lazier…”

Liam could feel his arousal spiking as the words dropped like tiny exploding bombs.

“I was prepared to take the slower path; overfeeding and pampering you… telling you that it’s okay that you’ve gotten a little big for your pants; cheering you up when you pop a button,” Jake declared, staring Liam straight in the eyes as he spoke. “But now I don’t have to. Now I can take you at my pace. I can show you what I really want to see… the giant sort of fatties I really get off to,” he nodded, reaching over and giving Liam’s wide, heavy glutes a firm slap.

Liam almost quivered with excitement, knowing that he was about to be fucked, right here in the lounge, in front of Sam and Will; his heart beating furiously with all the things Jake was telling him.

“I’m going to make you absolutely enormous…” Jake stated with complete seriousness. “It’s what I’ve wanted from the day I first clapped eyes on that chubby little rear of yours. You’re going to eat and grow… lay down on the couch, getting softer every single day. And I’m going to love every minute of it. Then I’m going to show you off and fuck you again and again.”

Liam moaned with pleasure, dropping his elbows to the floor so that his heavy, soft ass sat higher, waiting to be taken. He shuffled his knees wider, making his chest wobble and hang, preparing himself for what was coming. What had started as a little kinky fun that evening had clearly been so much more. He’d crossed a line. He could never go back now.

So, as Sam glanced across watching him as he was getting roughly pounded by his boyfriend, they could both come to one completely obvious conclusion: Things would never be the same again.

#gainerstory #gayfeeder #gayfeedee #gainerfic #gay feedee #gainer stories #gainer story #gainer fiction #gainerstories #gainer fic

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horror-aesthete · 2 years ago

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Midnight Mass, 2021, dir. Mike Flanagan

Book IV: Lamentations

#midnight mass #horror aesthetic #horror tv #this is a show for 👏lapsed👏catholics👏with👏parental👏issues

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sincerelyneo · 1 year ago

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will you be reposting the jeno fic you had on your old blog? it was my fave 🥺

here it is <3

fireproof | l.jn

“‘cause no body saves me baby the way you do”

💿now playing: fireproof by one direction

❯ summary: Your brother Jaemin loves throwing parties when your parents aren’t home — but you hate it. In an attempt to escape the loud music and sweaty bodies you try and head out. But there’s no way your brother’s best friend, Jeno, is letting you wander around the streets so late.

❯ pairings: jeno x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, brother’s best friend, college!au

❯ words: 8.4k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, masturbation, minor mentions of drug use, drinking, marking, slight protective brother jaemin, begging, spanking, mentions of marking, unprotected sex (don't do this!), oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, reader uses she/her pronouns, jeno fucks his best friend’s little sister.

a/n: i changed the title hehehe

This party fucking sucks.

You’re not even drunk. The vodka is watered down, you're sure of it. Your friends ditched you about half an hour ago — disappearing with some of the guys they had been speaking to and seeing.

"Come to the party with us, they said." You mimic to yourself into your plastic cup. "It'll be fun, they said."

You scoff taking another swig but pull your face at the awful taste that lingers in your mouth. There are better things you could be doing on a Saturday night, you think. You’re almost positive you saw a new show released on Netflix today. Or better yet, you could be reading some sort of erotic novel that would spice up your Saturday night more than this shit.

But the thing is, this party is at your own fucking house.

Your brother is throwing it.

Every time your parents go away for one weekend he can’t help but jump at the opportunity to trash the place. You don't see why he can't just have a few of the boys around, have some beers and then call it a night. But no, that isn't exactly Jaemin’s style.

Of course, he has to invite a bunch of random weirdos that seem to be snorting cocaine off of every surface in this house, and smoking whatever kind of weed they could find. And sure, you’re not impartial to a good night but this... this is not your idea of a good night.

At all.

Sighing, you push through the masses of people, seeing the sweaty bodies that are dry humping one another or eating each other's faces off so much you feel like you’re going to throw up at the sight.

Stopping in your tracks, you reach into the back pocket of your denim jeans to pull out your phone, seeing that it is half-past midnight. If you know Jaemin — and you did — this was only the beginning of the night. The party is definitely far from over.

Fuck sake.

You put your phone back in your pocket and continue to manoeuvre around the bodies in the hallway. Your stomach growls and you think about how you're drinking on an empty stomach. The only thing open at this time is a Mcdonald's but you don't necessarily want to be that person that sits in McDonald's by themselves on a Saturday night.

Still, you head for your front door and try your luck at an escape. As you reach your hand out to grab the door handle you smash headfirst into a body. Well to be more specific a chest. A hard chest.

"Ow, fuck!" You lift your hand up, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry little Na, didn't see you there." You immediately recognise that voice. The deep slowness in which he talks. It’s the only voice that has a straight hotline to your core.

Yeah, you couldn't ever forget that voice.

You stop rubbing your head and slowly look up, following the lines of his muscled chest that you can see through the tight white t-shirt he's wearing with a pair of denim jeans and converse. Yes you had already checked him out tonight, but you’re only human. And when your eyes meet that sharp jawline, hollowed-out cheekbones and those damming brown eyes, you involuntarily clench your thighs together.

You shun yourself because you know you can’t have him. And that’s the reason why you hate him.

He's your brother’s best friend.

Lee fucking Jeno.

The worst man on this planet. for many reasons like for one he’s insanely hot. Like too hot. Who on this planet even needs to be that hot? But to make it worse he knows he's hot. Girls are always flying off his arm fueling his ego. He's also selfish and arrogant.

But the reason you hate him the most, the reason you despise him so much, and avoid him at all costs is because of the burning need — it's past being a want it's a fucking need — to just devour him. Every part of you screams out whenever he is in the same room.

And you hate it.

You have zero control over your words and actions with him — and he knows it with how much you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of him over the years. Your cheeks tend to grow red without your permission, and oh does he love to point that out.

Ever since your brother brought him home in his first year of high school, they have been inseparable — and you’ve been madly in love.

Well, you’re not in love with the boy. You just, you know, want to rip his clothes off. And let him fuck the living daylights out of you.

"Aw, there they are." He distracts you from your thoughts.

His eyes are burning straight through you. As if he can tell what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. And right now, you have very infuriating dampness in your panties that wasn't there 30 seconds ago.

"Those rosy cheeks, are they for me, little Na?" You swat his hand away as it attempts to reach up to caress your cheek or some stupid shit like that.

"Stop that Jeno!” You snap at him, getting angry is your default with him.

It the perfect remedy to keep him away from you, so you don't do something stupid like fuck your brother’s best friend

“Please just get out my way.”

"Such a pleasant girl, aren't you?" He winks.

He fucking winks, and your pussy screams in delight. If you were any other girl, you’d be swooning right now. You’d be on your knees begging for it.

Well, you won't be on your knees for him.

Ever.

Especially not tonight.

"Just get out of my way, Jeno,” you push him rather hard.

You knew it wouldn't make him budge if he didn't want it too but he dramatically moved out of your way of the door. You yank it open and dart through onto the front lawn. Halfway down the driveway, a sharp tug on your arm spins you around and you’re faced with Jeno... again.

"Fuck sake, what do you want?" You shake your arm out of his grip but he doesn't let go.

You give up, huffing and dropping your shoulders. The two of you are just staring at each other, so much so that you didn't even realise how close you really were. Your chests are almost touching, there is a hair width between you. And due to your height, if you looked forwards you’d be looking at the bottom of his neck, right where you see him gulp before meeting your eyes again. They seem to burn into yours, suddenly growing intense.

He is the first to look away but he doesn't just look away, no. You watch as his eyes flash down to your lips. Your breath hitches, he sees that and when he looks back to your eyes again, he flashes you a knowing smirk.

Motherfucker.

"Come back inside." He says as he throws his head to the side, signalling to your house.

"No," you all but stomp your foot.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that right?" He growls, closing that gap so that your chests touch. There’s an electricity running through you, begging for him.

"I'm not a fucking brat, I just don't want to be here at this shitty party!”

You don't break his eye contact, chests still touching. He can sure as hell feel each heavy breath you take and probably every beat of your heart that seems to have sped up since he moved closer.

"Just go inside, go to your room, anything. Just don't fucking leave, your brother would have my balls if I let you go out alone this late at night.”

You roll your eyes at the mention of your brother. You love him, you really do, but hearing the word brother leaves Jeno’s lips reminds you exactly why he’s even here.

It’s not for you — it’s for Jaemin’s sake.

"I don't see why either of you care, you've got plenty of booze and girls to keep you occupied to not even notice me gone,” you stand your ground, trying to tug your arm once again but he still won't let go.

However, he has loosened his grip so it isn't so harsh, but it's still locked around your wrist. In fact, you’re sure you feel him drawing little circles on the inner skin with his thumb and that thought alone has you squirming no matter how much you try to ignore it.

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there," Jeno says under his breath, his face lowering to yours.

If you didn't know better then you’d think he was about to kiss you. But that can't happen. Can it?

Everything but your core is saying no. Your whole body is screaming to open up your mouth and say please. But you ignore it — you always do— and try to keep a brave face. But as he gets so close, too close, your eyes automatically flutter shut.

You expect his lips to graze yours but they don't, instead, you feel his cheek against you , only faintly, as his lips skim your ear lobe.

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there because there won't be some childish little brat moaning about not getting her own way."

Your eyes shoot open as he pulls back, laughing at your flushing cheeks. Your eyes narrow as you finally tug your arm hard enough this time that he has no choice but to release you.

"I do not moan about not getting my own way and I am not childish nor a brat,” you sneer at him.

"Sure,-" he huffs, laughing, crossing his arms over his chest. "Whatever you say."

"Why can’t you just go inside and leave me alone,” you cross your own arms over your chest.

"No can do." He stands there like some sort of bouncer, you look to your right and see the path only a few steps away. He watches you and says a low, demanding, "Don't."

But you do it.

You spin on your heel and run for it. But you only make it two steps before two large arms are wrapped around your waist from behind and you’re being sprung back into a hard chest. Jeno’s one arm sits tightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip and you squirm against him. To stop your wriggling, his other hand flies up to grab a hold of your throat, tilting your head back to the rest of his shoulder.

His eyes flash to his hand around your neck and he takes a deep breath that causes his eyes to flutter shut. Then you feel something growing behind you causing your own eyes to grow wide. He leans forward, lips skimming yours barely.

“I said don't." It sounded more like a growl than anything and a small whimper escaped your lips. "Are you going to walk inside or am I going to have to carry you?" He whispers still close to your mouth. If you lifted your head slightly, you’d be kissing.

"I'm not going back inside." You sternly reply, he just laughs and his hold loosens on you.

But he doesn’t free you. Instead he throws you clean over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

“Put. Me. Down. Jeno." You scream, hitting his back, but he doesn't listen. Carrying on heading back inside your house.

Your cheeks are bright red and you stop your attack on Jeno’s back and decide to clench his shirt in your fists and hide your face in it.

"What's going on here?" You hear Jaemin’s voice and your head flies up.

"Your sister tried to escape," Jeno says laughing, bending down to lower you to the ground.

When he stood back up, you were so close your bodies touched again, your breasts rubbed against his firm chest and your nipples stiffened. His eyes glanced down to them and they darken, then he looks to you again and grabs your shoulders, spinning you around to face your brother. You automatically lifted your arms up and over your breasts to cover the obvious arousal.

"Come on Y/N, you know you can't be walking around aimlessly at night." Jaemin chastises you.

"I'm not a child Jaem," you roll your eyes with a shake of your head.

"So what? Grown ass people still get kidnapped!”

You groan, I'm going to my room."

You push past him and head towards the stairs. You turn around seeing Jeno’s smug face knowing he’s got his own way about you coming back inside.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction. You’ll just sneak out the window and have your perfect escape. He won't know.

Not like he’ll come to check — right?

You spin on your heel as you hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Jeno’s there, eyes locked on your ass until he sees you looking back down at him and then cocks his head to the side and smiles innocently.

“What are you doing?” You spit.

"Just making sure you actually do go to your room." He flashes his infamous eye smile that has plagued your dreams since you first met him. "And that your windows are locked. Don't want you running away now do we?" he winks at you.

He’s so irritating!

With a huff, you turn around and storm your way up the last couple of stairs, making sure your stomps are extra loud. You can just hear Jeno snickering behind you and that only rattles you even more. When you reach the landing you turn immediately and head to the last door of the hallway and pull it open, stepping inside of your bedroom. You go to slam the door shut but a sneaker covered foot stops in between preventing it.

You immediately roll your eyes and groan.

"Leave me alone Jeno." You groan, leaning up against the door with your back, pushing it.

"Let me check your windows then I'll leave."

"What kind of request is that?” You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

"Just let me."

"No."

The two of you enter a stare off — one you both know he’s going to win. And he does, because you don��t even let two whole minutes pass before you’re huffing out a “Fine.”

He makes his way over to your window, making sure it's locked, then he chuckles, drawing your curtains too. The only thing lightening the room was your bedside lamp that you had an awful habit of leaving on. That, and it was the perfect deterrent to make it look like someone was in there, keeping strangers from having sex on your bed.

“All done?” You ask, breathy.

He smirks, his eyes flashing to your lips again and you swear to god if he does that one more time you’re either going to kick him in the balls or jump on him and kiss him.

You force yourself to take a step back and take a deep breath which makes him laugh.

"Well goodnight little Na, don't go sneaking out because I will know about it." He walks off to the door and before he exits you say,

"And how would you possibly know that?"

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes flash up and down your body, "I just will,” he winks then closes the door behind him.

You huff out and stomp your foot like a child. God you needed to grow a backbone and stop letting that idiot mess with you.

Storming into your bathroom you slam the door shut. You strip off your clothes and turn on the shower. Whilst waiting for it to get up to temperature, you sigh.

"Let me just lock your windows for ya." You pull a face copying him. "Want me to check that for ya?"

Once you’re done in the shower you climb out of it and dry yourself with a towel.

"He's so fucking annoying ugh," you say to yourself as you pull the bathroom door open and saunter into your bedroom naked.

You don't even check to see if anyone was in there, too busy ranting about him. And when you feel the cold draft of your bedroom it makes you realise you had just walked into your unlocked bedroom naked. Immediately, you covered your body remembering the party going on downstairs; but on first glance, it appeared no one was in there. Still you quickly grab your oversized grey t-shirt from the end of your bed, throwing it on over your head, but skipping your underwear.

Your room was fairly simple with white furniture, a wooden floor, soft pink bedding, a few cuddly toys. The bed lies against the far wall, opposite the door and you leave your lamp on to have a little bit of light to help you sleep.

Trying to fall asleep you flip over so your back faces the light. You try a few different sleep scenarios but everything keeps going back to Jeno.

And the way his hand gripped around your neck.

You flip over again, keeping your eyes shut, yet, Jeno just waltzes into your mind continuously. Like he won't leave you alone. You feel so much anger coursing through your blood, yet you have this strange pulling into your core.

You need to give attention to it — so you do. And as soon as you slip your hand under the covers, the fantasies start rolling in. Jeno’s arms around you, grabbing at your waist, your hips, your ass, your breasts.

Your breath hitches.

His tongue in your mouth, along your skin, tracing your neck and stomach, then between your folds lapping at you. Your eyes shoot open as you clench your thighs together and immediately feel the wetness.

It was just too much to ignore. This wasn’t going away. You already knew that.

You just needed some relief and then you’ll be free for the night. Jeno never needs to know and it’s not like you haven’t done this exact same thing before over him.

Your right hand finds your centre first, sliding between the folds and instantly feeling the slick wetness there. Slowly and sensually, you begin moving your fingers in a circular motion. Eyes closing instantly, flashes of Jeno now being played before you.

In your mind, it was no longer your hand but his. Rubbing your clit, sending shivers down your spine and causing a small panting moan to escape you.

Your left hand begins clutching at the sheets and as you feel your nipples peak and rub against the soft material of your shirt, you have no choice but to swiftly move your hand up and under to take hold of your own breasts and squeeze. You moan again as you begin to work your fingers faster over your clit.

Now in your head, Jeno stood before you shirtless. Seeing the ripples in the muscles of his abs, he flexes his arms, making you grow weaker. But you always felt like this whenever you saw him shirtless at the pool, or the beach.

And you couldn't deny how fucking sexy he was — you wouldn’t?”

"What’re you thinking about?"

You pause instantly, back arched, orgasm growing close and eyes squeezed shut. You can't decipher whether that voice was in your head or in real life so you just grow still and relax, trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

Your breathing which was already heavy, grows even more so, this time with panic and worry. You don't want to open your eyes, scared of what you might see because you recognised that voice.

At least, you’re really fucking hoping Jeno’s voice is all in your head, because you’re seconds away from orgasm.

"I asked you a question."

Your eyes fly open. He’s definitely not in your head.

Ripping your hand away from your clit, you pull the other away from your nipple and force yourself into a seated position with your hands splayed behind to hold you up. You scream on instinct, he doesn't so much as flinch as he stands at the end of your bed.

His eyes are dark, head low and looking up at you through his lashes. He has that smirk on his face, and his hands are fidgeting, rolling his fingers against his palm. Your eyes roam his body as your scream continues and you wish you hadn't, only because your scream turned into a moan as you spied his hard erection pushing against his jeans.

You gasp and look back at his face.

"What're you doing Jeno?" You whisper-shout, even though the party downstairs would make it difficult for anyone to hear you anyway.

Still, you didn’t want any party goers walking in on a flustered you in bed with Jeno and his very large, very prominent erection, standing at the base.

Fuck. It's so big. You can tell from how it's breaking at the seams of his jeans to be let free. Your mouth waters at the sheer thought of his dick — wondering what it looks like, how it feels in your hands, in your mouth — how it tastes.

Fuck no. Absolutely not.

You shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts and ignore the fact your core is pulsing right now, begging for one last touch so you can explode into orgasm. You really fucking needed it.

"I asked you what you were thinking about?" He says lowly, and it causes your breathing to still.

“H-how long have you been standing there?" You whimper.

He shrugs, “That doesn't matter, what does matter is-" he moves his head up, looking you dead in the eyes as he cracks his neck and then his fists in each hand. "-What you were thinking about whilst touching yourself? Was it me?"

He smirks again and you stood up, throwing the duvet off of your legs.

"Not a chance," He says sternly. You look at him again, face paling.

"What do you mean, no?" you ask, cocking your head.

"I mean don't you fucking move-" His tongue came out to lap at his bottom lip as his eyes moved down your body, down your legs.

You instantly went to grab the duvet again but he grabbed it first, ripping it from the bed and throwing it across the room. You get down on all fours, crawling to try and get it before him.

"Jeno!" You exclaim, reaching your hand out for it but it was too far away. You look up at him on all fours, and from this angle... God. You gulp.

"Give me my cover."

You try to wash away every fantasy of being in this position before him but you can't ignore the way you need his hard cock, seeping at the tip and begging for you to lick it, to suck it.

Stop. No. Not now.

His hand comes to the side of your face, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and you shiver at the touch.

"Lie. Back. On. The. Bed." He commands.

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment and then slowly, you move to follow his command until you are back down on the bed. You keep your legs closed and hands on your stomach.

You weren’t sure why you’re listening to him — obeying him . But something in you, some instinct is just screaming at you to let this play out, see what he wants.

"Touch yourself." He says and you blanch, your eyes growing wide and you sit up again, but one stern look from him has you lying back down again. "Touch yourself and tell me what you think of, how you feel, tell me everything Y/N."

Your name. He never bothers to call you that. Usually emphasising how you’re his best friend’s little sister with the nickname he’d given you. But honestly, you’re thankful for the nickname because hearing your actual name from his lips, all nasally and sensual, sends you spiralling.

It makes you putty in his hands. And as for your hands? Well, they slowly spread your legs wide revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. You keep your eyes pierced on him, watching how his breath hitches, eyes glued to you. The way he automatically grabs his cock through his jeans and squeezes is like a reflex. Closing his eyes only briefly before they're back on you, on your core.

You feel yourself growing red, the heat of embarrassment consuming you whole as you slide your hand down your stomach. As soon as your fingers make contact with your clit, your hips are bucking off of the bed and your back starts to curve. Building up your arousal doesn't take long. You were already half there, teetering on the edge.

Except this time your eyes lock onto Jeno’s for real whilst your fingers are moving, soft moans leaving your lips. You spy his own hand on his cock, he hasn't pulled it free but he moves his hand back and forth over his shaft. You can see the way his arms tense as he moves and watches you.

You throw your head back with another moan. Seeing him stood there isn't enough, you need something more. You need him climbing on top of you, replacing your fingers with his. His hot breath against your neck as he rubs you harder and faster.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You." You say breathily.

"What about me?"

Your eyes shoot open to stare at him, he looks tense and flustered. Just as bad as you. His hand stops moving on his cock and you make a mental note that he might've been close. Too close. And this might be over too soon.

"Your fingers on my clit, rubbing me," you throw your head back as the fantasy flashes again.

"Yes, and what else?" He growls.

"Your mouth." You breathe again.

"My mouth, huh?" He bites and your fantasy continues.

"Yes. Everywhere." You cry out, orgasm seconds away. "Your mouth on me, about to- God, Jeno I'm gonna cum,” your back arches, hips bucking, fingers moving so fast and rough.

"Look at me." Your eyes fly open at the command. "I want you to cum whilst looking at me."

And you do. The sheer dominance radiating off of him is the final straw that has you crashing down.

Your orgasm rips through you as your hips lift so far off the bed. You moved your fingers through your orgasm, riding it out but finally, your hips fell back to the bed and you let out a heavy breath.

Before you could even open your eyes again, you felt two large arms wrap under your thighs gripping your hips, and suddenly you’re yanked to the end of the bed. Your eyes snap open, and your head lifts up as you spy Jeno on his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth centimetres from your dripping pussy.

"J-Jeno,” you mumble, just the sight of him has you moaning.

You’re not sure if getting yourself off in front of him was the moment you both decided to cross the line; but now him manoeuvring between your legs, you knew you definitely had. Regardless, you know now you aren't ever going back to the dynamic you had before.

"I’m gonna make those fantasies come to life baby.”

He doesn't miss a beat. His tongue comes out and swipes a long lick up and through your folds. All common sense leaves your head as you fall back against the bed.

"God, you taste so good. I fucking knew you would."

He’s thought about this? You know you have.

He repeats the motion again, this time focusing on your clit, making sure to run a smooth stripe along it, circling it only slightly, enough to have you wriggling. One of his hands splays over your stomach, holding your hips down.

"I want you to cum on my tongue. I want to taste every drop of you,” you gulp, looking down at him between your thighs. You don't miss the dark pupils in his eyes and that daring look, the one telling you to follow his instructions.

"Jeno, oh my god,” you cry out, your head flying back as his mouth attacks your clit. He sucks it in, flicking his tongue all over in a frenzied motion.

You know he knows all the right ways to make a girl squirm. And you are fucking squirming. All over the fucking bed, you’d be breaking free from him if he didn't have his large veined hand holding your stomach down. Your stomach is now on show. Your t-shirt has risen up to just below your breasts and you see the way his eyes watch the movement as you move about, tits bouncing around.

And as if he can hear your thoughts he says,

"Take your top off."

You do it without question, lifting the hem and throwing it over your head. Now you’re laying there completely naked. His hand that was on your stomach comes up and takes hold of one breast, instantly taking your nipple between his fingers and you hear him, no you feel him, moan into your pussy.

The vibrations cause you to cry out, hands knuckling the bed sheets.

"You're so fucking hot Y/N, God." He murmurs before attacking you again, his mouth working wonders.

And that tongue. You’re so close. You can feel it.

Then you feel as he slides two fingers into you. Jeno curls his fingers inside of you, hitting some sort of sensitive spot, and as soon as his fingers massage that area inside you and his mouth returns to your clit, you explode.

You don't even know if the music downstairs would cover your screams as you fell into ecstasy. His hand on your breast doesn’t move, but the one that had been hooked on your hip moves to splay against your stomach holding you down as he laps at you, riding you through your second orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. He pulls his fingers out, then his mouth away from you at just the right time.

You lay there spent. Completely.

Eyes fluttering open. Jeno stood between your legs looking down at you. His cock looked painful in his jeans. You had once felt exhausted and ready to fall asleep but as soon as you saw his erection you shot up in your seat. You immediately fumble with his jeans until his hand comes to your jaw, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. He stares for a moment before blinking, taking a deep breath.

"You don't have to- I didn't do that for you to-"

"I want to. I want this." You nod eagerly,"I want you.”

You lick your lips and it's as if something snaps in him, that moment of care vanishes and he lets go of your chin.

"Well then, suck my cock,” he says, standing there and you do as you’re told.

You unfasten his jeans, pull them down and then his underwear. His large erect cock springs free instantly and without a second thought you take hold of him in your hand. Your hands look tiny against his dick.

You move your hand slowly up and down his cock, and notice how his thighs tense, then his stomach and you follow your eyes up until you meet his face. His head is hung low, eyes dark and hands clenched by his sides. Keeping your eyes on his, you lean forward and spy the precum, flicking your tongue out and taking it in to swallow down with a moan that makes him grunt.

You moved so that your face was closer to his balls, then you stroked your tongue all along his length, and felt the way he flexed beneath your muscle. There’s a cocky smirk covering your face when you move back to the top and suck his tip into your mouth.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" He asks, his hand threading into your hair to start pulling on the roots to yank your head backwards.

"Do you like it when I suck your cock, Jeno?" You flip the question with a smile the power in your hands. You continue working him and he flexes his hand in your hair.

"That's how you wanna play?" He grins at you.

You pretend to think for a moment, "I��m not playing anything." You move your head closer down his length, licking another long stripe hearing how he curses under his breath and thrusts his hips towards you. "I just want to suck your cock."

With that, you take him into your mouth, sliding down until you reach your limit. You can't take him whole, he’s way too big for that, but you take what you can. He coughs and splutters a bunch of inaudible words, but you just pull back up and repeat the motion, continuing to take him back into your throat.

His hand stays threaded in your hair, keeping a rough hold so that you can't pull away — not that you wanted to.

You love every second. Even as you feel him tensing, his hips moving as he thrusts into your mouth. You look up through your lashes to see his head thrown back as he moans out and hisses every so often when you drag your teeth along his cock. You can tell he likes it as the precum coats your tongue. That and the way he doesn't tell you to stop.

"Do. That. Again."

And you do, watching his head fall forwards."Such a pretty sight, my cock filling your mouth. What do you think your brother would think about this?" he smirks and your face falls pale.

You almost stop sucking his dick but he doesn't let you, slamming his hips forwards so his cock hits the back of your throat.

Your brother.

Not a thought you want to think about right now but it is something you needed to consider. This was his best friend. You’d finally gotten the man so forbidden, always out of bounds. The whole time you didn’t know that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

You moan uncontrollably, and it must send vibrations along his cock as you feel it twitch in your mouth, his thrusts become sloppy and his grip on your hand grows tighter.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He grits out. "Are you gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours?"

You look up at him. You can't speak so you try to nod.

"God, you’ve always been the death of me," He thrusts several more times as you slide your tongue all over his length and tip.

You do it a final time as you take him to the back of your throat, gliding your teeth along him which must've been his undoing as you felt the hot steaming cum splatter against the back of your throat.

You pulled him out your mouth slowly. Even as he is softening he is still thick and large. You kitten lick the tip as he hisses, causing him to loosen his grip in your hair and you sit back, making sure to obviously gulp so he knows you swallowed every last drop of him. Leaning forwards, his hand comes to your chin and he moves his mouth so close to your you think he might kiss you but instead he says,

"Good girl."

You hate the way those two words made you clench your thighs together. You thought the two orgasms were enough but no, you’re ready for more. You need more.

He’s quick to remove his shirt, and as he lifts his arms his abs flex. You are point-blank gawking at him standing before you, making him smirk.

That snaps you out of it. Remembering you are sitting here, soaking wet and naked before him. You crawl back on the bed and then realise you have no duvet so you have to pull your knees to your chest and cross your arms over your knees to cover yourself.

He watches you, laughs and then shakes his head. He then moves, shoving off his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off until they both land on the floor.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You ask stuttering, thinking he should actually be getting dressed to leave.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asks.

Can't he ever just give you a simple answer?

Then you notice how his cock has sprung to life again and his hand moves to touch it. Moving up and down the length as he cracks his neck.

"You're h-hard again?" You stutter, eyes glued to the impressive size of him.

"I'm always hard for you baby." He winks and for once, it didn't make you want to punch him.

"Jeno, we can't." You shake your head.

You’re already way past the line. Sex would destroy the whole scale. Still, the idea of him, his cock inside of you, whispering filthy things in your ear... it isn't something you can ignore.

"You want it." He says point blankly.

You gulp and remain silent. He moves onto the bed, kneeling and then crawls towards you until he is over you. His hair has fallen over his eyes — so fucking hot. "I know you want it, why try to deny it?" He cocks his head to the side, smugly.

"I-I'm not." You fidget.

“Yes, you are." He ducks his head low, burying it in your neck. You feel his warm breath and your heartbeat rackets so loud. "You don't want to want me to fuck you,” His teeth graze your neck, sending you into a panting mess as he sucks and bites.

He then pulls away and laps at the mark you know is there, the one he put there as a reminder tomorrow when you come to your senses that you did this.

"So I’ll ask again. What do you want?" He looks down at you, plump pink lips swollen and wet from his constant licking and biting them.

You’re going to let your brothers best friend fuck you. And you’re going to love every second of it.

Not wasting another moment longer to think, you grab hold of his neck and lift your head whilst pulling him to you to smash your lips together. There’s heat, fire, and explosions of electricity.

Your hands claw at his neck, his back, his sides. Anything to pull him closer. His crotch, his hard cock, grinds against your soaking hole and you groan out whilst continuing to kiss him. Both so desperate for each other. His hands skim down your body, kneading your breasts, your hips. He grabs hold of anywhere and everywhere.

His lips detach from yours, giving you a moment to see how swollen they are before they're attacking your neck. He peppers kisses along your jaw, not sweet kisses but hard and sloppy kisses. Sucking and biting the skin causing your back to arch into his chest, pushing your breasts against him, making him moan. He thrusts his hips forwards, his cock sliding between your folds, hitting against your clit making you quiver.

"Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this." He continues kissing you down your neck, reaching your collar bones that he also decides to leave marks on.

"Jeno please," you cry out. Both of his hands move to your hips to hold you still.

"Please what baby?" He smirks before moving lower to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck Jeno,” you cry out as he flicks his tongue over the bud, biting it harshly so you cry out again then soothing it with a soft warm suck.

"Please what baby?" He repeats.

"Fuck me. Now!”

"And what about your brother?" he brings him up again and you roll your eyes.

"Stop bringing him up," You moan as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, repeating the process.

"He'll kill us if he finds out." he grins.

"Then he can't find out," You pant out of breath as Jeno moves.

His face is so close to yours that your lips are only just touching, his chest is pushed against you and his cock sits lodged between your folds. You try to shift to gain some friction against your clit but his grip holds you still. His eyes flicker across your face then he says,

"I won't tell if you won't?" His lips caress yours in the faintest of movements. You flick your tongue out to wet your lips, but in the process he bites onto your muscle making you wince then moan, "What do you think, huh?”

There’s no room for discussion — your body won’t let you.

"I won't tell if you won't."

He doesn't miss a beat once he gets your approval. His lips are on yours as his hips thrust forwards. His cock thrusting inside of you, tearing you open as you pull your mouth away to cry out.

"Holy fuck."

He stills once inside you, making sure to push as far as possible until his pelvis meets your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist instantly.

"You feel so fucking good." He breaks from your kiss to breathe. "I always knew you would but this-" he looks down to where you are connected and he thrusts further, trying to get deeper but he can't possibly. "-this is better than anything I could've imagined."

"Move, please." You grunt trying to lift your hips to encourage some movement. His eyes fly open, dark and daring.

"Beg me." He smirks and does a tiny thrust, a teasing thrust.

"Fuck off,” you pant, trying to do it yourself but he uses his hips to pin you to the bed.

"Beg." He smiles and cocks his head to one side. "Me."

You hated his arrogance. But fuck, you want him so bad. So badly that you will beg.

"Please fuck me, Jeno." He pulls out of you and you suck in a deep breath.

"Again." He grins now.

You can't bear to look at him but looking down means watching as he holds just the tip inside of me.

"Please. Fuck. Me." You pant, half moaning, begging for him.

He thrusts so hard into you, you wince and moan out in pleasure. He hit so deep inside that you’re sure you’ll bruise.

"Anything for you, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear before sucking and biting on the lobe.

Then he's pulling out and thrusting into you. Again. And again. And again. Harder and harder each time. Faster and faster. You lose your breath, becoming a big ball of pants and moans — just like Jeno.

God, the sounds he makes. You’ve never heard someone so vocal before, but fuck it's hot. The small grunts he makes when he fucks you, the groans when you clench around his cock and feel yourself building. He moves his hands under your ass to lift it, plummeting into you from a new angle, going so much deeper.

"Your pussy is so tight. Fuck,” He says between thrusts, and gritted teeth.

He seems to have found a weak spot right under your ear that has you clenching like mad around his cock. And he loves it.

"How have you just been there in front of me this whole time? How have I stayed away from you?" He seems to be asking himself because he doesn’t press you for a reply.

He removes his lips from your neck and sits back on his heels, his cock still inside of you, slowing his thrusts and he lifts your legs up, moving them over his shoulders. His head moves from side to side, placing a soft kiss on each ankle and for one second. You’re dumbfounded as he looks at you, a daring smirk written across his face.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking your legs in a straight position against his chest on either side of his head, and then he begins pounding into you again. However this time, he moves one of his hands to your centre, his thumb moving closer to your clit. You feel how it grazes your nerves. He strums it once. Twice. Three times then you're wriggling around like a mess, back arching off as your orgasm tears through your body and you explode into euphoria. Again.

He rides you through it, fucking you as you clench and squeeze around him. A string of curse words come out of him, you feel him so close but he doesn't cum. He stops stroking your clit as you batted his hand away, you didn't realise you had been clenching the sheets with white knuckles until you relax your hands and feel a cramp in your palm.

Jeno slows his thrusts until he stills inside of you, his chest is moving up and down with each of his heavy breaths. You move your legs off of his shoulders, enjoying the movements as your legs feel strained too.

But as soon as your feet hit the bed, he grabs you and flips you so you land on your stomach. He pulls your hips up and slides into you again.

"Fuck!" You scream as he slams into you unapologetically. One hand holding your hip, the other trails along your back as he begins fucking you from behind. He leans over you, still ploughing, and comes closer to your ear.

"I always wanted to fuck you like this, you are always strutting around showing off, your ass? Do you like teasing me?"

You don't even know what you like right now. Mind too focused on needed Jeno to fuck you any way he pleased.

He grins, then shoves your head back down into the mattress, straightening his back and fucks you harder than you think you’ve ever have been before. You couldn't keep up with the movements, head a complete daze from all of the orgasms that he had given you.

You come to a conscious mind when a hard slap lands on your ass, it makes your pussy throb so he does it again, and again, rubbing over the area and soothing it before doing it again. Each time it makes you clench around him.

"Jeno," you cry out between thrusts.

"Yeah, baby?" His voice sounded so much deeper, which told you he was close. That and the way his thrusts grew random and unstable.

"Want you to cum in me," You moan, clenching the sheets again.

"I'm not wearing a condom," He grits through his teeth.

"I'm on the pill,” you manage to say between heavy breaths. You needed him to cum in you now.

He shakes his head, "Last thing I need is to get my best friend's little sister pregnant." And that was that because he thrust a few more times, then pulls out, and instantly, all over your ass and back you felt a hot liquid splatter about.

As soon as his grip left your hip you fell straight down onto the mattress, and your body was thankful for it. Everything hurt. He'd destroyed you. Fucked you, well and truly. And you couldn't stop the smile on your face.

"I'll go get a cloth." He said through some heavy breaths then climbed off of the bed and went to your bathroom. He emerged a moment later, used the warm cloth to clean up his mess although you notice him take a minute to look at it.

"Admiring your work?" You asked him through a laugh, he looked at you and shook his head chuckling.

"Trust me, if I could take a picture I would,” he wipes it away. Then he returned to the bathroom to throw the cloth in the hamper but as soon as he stood in the doorway of you heard three loud knocks on your bedroom door.

"Y/N? You in there? Have you seen Jeno?"

You shot up in bed, suddenly not tired or spent. Jeno’s eyes grew wide too.

You lifted your finger to your lips and gestured to Jeno to stay in the bathroom. He didn't hesitate as he shuts the door.

Jaemin would fucking kill him and you, without a doubt. Only moments ago you had his best friend’s cum covering your ass.

"One second," you shout, jumping out of bed and grabbing your T-shirt. Then you rush over to the door, paint on your best sleeping face and yawn whilst opening it.

"Oh, you were asleep?" Jaemin stood on the other side, hands braced on either side of the door frame.

You fake another yawn. He looks behind you and you turn too, fearful Jeno was standing there but then you spied your duvet cover on the other side of the room. Jamein frowned and looked back to you.

"I was hot." You shrug.

"Shit sorry," He quickly says. "I just can't find Jeno anywhere.”

"He’s your friend not mine.”

"I don’t understand why you two hate each other," He rolls his eyes and you can't help but scoff at the irony.

Hate wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for the guy that was just 8 inches deep inside of you.

"Well, he's probably off getting high or fucking some girl.”

“Better not be in our parent’s bed again,” he huffs, and your eyes go wide. “Fuck, he better not be doing it in my bed either,” he says to himself.

And with that, he storms away heading for his room. Chuckling, you shut the door and Jeno emerges from the bathroom, a towel now wrapped around his waist and he stands there facing you.

"That was close."

"Too close." You sigh.

He dresses himself as you climb back in bed, getting your duvet back on and covering yourself with it. He walks over to the door and pulls it open, peeking outside to check the coast is clear, then once he does he turns to look over his shoulder at you.

"Our secret?" He says.

"Our secret." You nod and he steps out, not looking back and shuts the door.

You lie back on your bed, head falling into your pillows and laugh.

But then you shake your head processing it all, moving your hand to cover your mouth, looking at the ceiling.

You just fucked your brother’s best friend.

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Terms of Endearment

Chapter 5: Under the Stars

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Sorry it's so late! Crazy work at week, and I'm super exhausted. I hope you love it though! Shoutout to Flau'jae though because her video with Paige is what kept me up so I could finish editing. Please disregard any errors lol. xx Elle

Warnings: Emotional abuse recovery, anxiety, and low self-worth

Word Count: 3.1k

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Paige had no idea why she was doing this. Not to say she wasn’t kind, but inviting someone you met four days ago into your life was a lot. Paige had done so much to ensure the happiness and safety of her family. Her life was carefully constructed so that everyone knew exactly what she wanted them to know.

Soleil babbled happily about hoping Ms. Fudd likes her dress and how her teacher looked like a princess.

The blonde decided the leave her suit jacket buttoned. She looked elegant. Poised. Controlled. Perfect. As soon as Jana had told Paige which dress Azzi had chosen, she knew this would be the suit that would complement the woman and her daughter perfectly.

She ran through plans in her head. There would be four extra security guards mingling with the masses tonight. Paige didn’t want Azzi to be spooked this early into their arrangement and back out. Soleil wouldn’t react well to someone else.

The photographers were Paige’s biggest concern. They were intense and invasive on a regular night – this was not a regular night.

This was not just a regular event – not with Azzi going.

Paige hated these nights, spending hours with people who pretended like they cared. Families who appeared to be happy and healthy, though the parents hadn’t been together for months. Women with incomplete smiles due to Botox and lip flips.

Paige tried to ignore her negative view of galas. She released a deep sigh. She would be charming, untouchable, and perfect.

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Azzi ran her hands down the front of the dress, her hands trembling slightly. The satin clung delicately, hugging her silhouette without revealing too much. She looked beautiful. Stunning, even. Her heart was racing, but not out of vanity.

The high neckline wrapped around her throat like a necklace. The halter dipped into a fully open back, cool air skating across bare skin. But it wasn’t the breeze that made her shiver, it was the thought of Paige’s hand resting there, cool and steady. Azzi gulped. Just the thought of the blonde’s touch sent sparks everywhere.

The dress shimmered between space and midnight, beginning in a purple so deep it was nearly black, then melting into a midnight blue. The perfect complement to the gala’s theme: Under the Stars. Her jewelry caught every glimmer of light, a soft clinking stack of diamond tennis bracelets, celestial starburst studs in both ears, silver rings across her hands. She was a star. She looked good enough to be seen with Paige Bueckers.

The Chicago Children’s Hospital Gala was the “perfect” event to launch their relationship. A family debut – Paige brought Soleil with her every year, and now Azzi would be on her arm. The image was comforting. Azzi was thankful the girl would be with them all night; she would be able to focus on her instead of her mother.

She wasn’t sure if she’d make it through a coherent sentence if Paige was touching her. Or if she looked at her with those perfect blue eyes. Or smiled that soft, half-smile Azzi saw at breakfast today.

Azzi smiled tightly, her hands wringing together anxiously.

You think she really wants to be seen with you? You’re pathetic. She’s just being nice. She’ll get bored. No one would really want to be seen with you.

She inhaled sharply and shut the voice down before it got louder. Not tonight. Not with Soleil waiting for her downstairs. Not with Paige—

“Ms. Fudd, you look like a pwincess!”

Azzi turned just in case to catch Soleil barreling into her arms.

“Thank you, Soleil. I don’t look as beautiful as you, though! You look like a fairy queen!” Azzi smiled, warmly. She wasn’t lying. Soleil’s dress was a perfect match — deep violet at the top, with layers of lilac tulle blooming below. Silver shoes. A tiny purse. A crown of silver stars in her hair.

Azzi knelt to be eye level with the girl, “Do you want to start calling me Azzi tonight?” She asked gently. “Just so it doesn’t feel weird. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

The girl gasped in surprise before she threw herself into Azzi’s arms. “Yes, Azzi!”

The warmth in Azzi’s chest was just beginning to anchor her when a shadow fell over them.

She looked up — and froze.

Fix your face. Fix your face. Fix your face.

Azzi had grown up thinking she was straight. But moments like these, just confirmed that she didn’t know anything because Azzi Fudd was 100 percent attracted to women.

Paige stood in the entryway. An angel wrapped in sin. The navy suit was perfectly tailored, the cut perfect on her athletic frame. The lapels sparkled with dark gemstones, a constellation against the velvet. Her shirt was a darker silk, just open enough to show skin, and her necklace twinkled with every breath she took.

Azzi’s gaze trailed over her jawline, to the simple diamond studs, the handful of silver rings gleaming on her fingers — fingers Azzi had seen wrap around a whiskey glass, Soliel’s backpack, her own wrist once in a too-casual touch that left her dizzy for hours.

Blue met brown. Tension snapping between them. Azzi swallowed hard.

Paige’s voice, smooth as bourbon, cut through the silence. “Morgan’s waiting downstairs,” she said, offering her hand.

Azzi hesitated only a beat before slipping her fingers into Paige’s — warm, strong, steady, grounded. Her knees wobbled.

Paige didn’t miss it.

“You look nervous,” she murmured, leaning in just close enough for her breath to ghost over Azzi’s ear. “You’ll be fine. Just don’t flinch every time I touch you. And if it gets bad, if you get too uncomfortable, take Soleil to the kid area. No one will question it.”

She doesn’t love you. You’re convenient. You’re weak. You’re just something for her to dress up until she gets bored.

Azzi took a breath, slow and deep, forcing the voice back into the dark.

You’re not with him. Paige isn’t him. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to be seen.

She lifted her chin and looked Paige dead in the eye. “I can handle it.”

Paige’s smile was slow and dangerous. “I know you can.”

They walked toward the elevator, Soleil’s hand in Azzi’s, and Paige’s on her back. Azzi felt the silk of her dress shift against her skin, her pulse pounding with every step. Maybe tonight she would let herself be wanted. Touched. Seen.

And maybe, for once, she wouldn’t apologize for any of it.

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The ride to the venue was quiet at first. Soleil’s car seat sat in between the two women, talking to Morgan animatedly.

“I go to the ball,” She giggled. “Like a Cinderella, right Azzi?”

Azzi smiled gently, “Yes, just like her. You look like a princess too!”

Soleil gasped, turning to Paige. “Do you think they will like my dwess?”

Paige’s jaw dropped dramatically. “Of course they will! You look magical, Sunshine.”

Azzi was shocked, not expecting Paige to be animated on a night where she already seemed so tense.

The car came to a slow stop, but she didn’t notice until the car was bright with light. Azzi wasn’t sure when they got to the event or when they got to the step and repeat, but she hoped her face didn’t show the shock she felt.

The flashes were nearly unbearable. Azzi blinked through them, struggling to see, but keeping a small smile on her face. Thank God Paige was holing Soleil; her little face tucked in her neck, spared from the blinding lights. Paige hadn’t let go of her since she stepped out of the car. Azzi was calmed by the pressure on the small of her back. Paige’s hand was directional, protective, like she needed to keep her close.

Azzi released a breath she didn’t know she was holding when they stepped inside of the venue.

“You okay?” Paige asked as they sat. Her eyes shone with concern.

Azzi softly smiled, nodding, “Yes, I’m fine. I just didn’t know it would be so intense.”

“Now do you get it? Morgan and the apartment.” Azzi would never admit it, but the seemingly overbearing security measures made perfect sense.

A boy with full casts on one side was led to the stage. Azzi had to blink fast, swallowing hard as he spoke about his recovery.

Azzi felt eyes all over her.

They knew. They knew she didn’t belong with this wealthy crowd. She was gonna fuck up, and she’s only been at this event for like 30 minutes.

Azzi didn’t know when her leg started bouncing, but her whole body froze when Paige put her hand on her knee. The touch caused a little static before her brain went blank.

After the speeches were over, soft music started playing. Soleil looked to her mother happily, “We go dance now?”

Paige picked the girl out, making her way to the dance floor, spinning and rocking Soleil the entire way. Azzi remembered when she used to dance in the living room with her parents, before everything got all fucked up.

She was brought out of her spiral by small hands tapping her thigh. “Come on, Azzi! You can come too!”

Azzi’s brows rose. “To dance?”

Soleil gripped Azzi’s hand. Lip poking out, she begged, “Please.”

A pale hand was extended over Soleil’s head. Paige didn’t say anything, waiting for Azzi to accept their invitation.

With Soleil in between them, Azzi and Paige glided onto the floor.

Soleil giggled between her mom and her teacher. The three of them twirled slowly, content to ignore everything and everyone else in the building. Paige’s hand stayed on the small of her back, like she was reassuring Azzi that she belonged.

They had made it through four songs when Soleil started wiggling. “I wanna go to the awt station.”

“I’ll take her,” Azzi began. “You need to mingle.” She scooped the four-year-old and floated away to the children’s area.

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The Children’s Hospital had outdone themselves again. Paige was almost impressed with the way the ballroom had been transformed into a galaxy. Elegant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the lights making their own constellations on the floor. Soft blue and purple lights created a galaxy across the walls. The tables had tasteful silver centerpieces, each a different constellation. There were harpists against the walls creating an ethereal atmosphere, the quiet instruments somehow audible over the chatter, laughter, and camera shutters.

Paige was used to this. It was her fourth year at the gala, coming since Soleil was a baby. Typically, she would mingle for a few minutes, take Soleil to the play spaces, and be left alone for the rest of the night.

But this year was different because of her.

Paige expected a lot of nerves tonight, but from Azzi, not herself. But when she saw Azzi, she felt her chest tighten a little more the longer she looked at her.

She looked good. Too good. Almost perfect. She looked like she was supposed to be with Paige and Soleil.

She saw all the men staring at her hungrily. She had to do something, touch her at least a little. So she did. And when she rested her hand on the small of Azzi’s back, she felt her tense.

It reminded Paige of her past. It reminded her of all the things she didn’t know about Azzi. The things she needed to learn. The lines she didn’t want to cross too soon.

Paige stood at the edge of the ballroom nursing a flute of champagne and listening to Graham Robinson drone on and on about the stock of his company. She glanced at Azzi and Soleil with envy. She hadn’t realized that having a partner meant that Azzi would get to go off with Soleil, and since finger painting didn’t require both women, Paige was stuck mingling for much longer than the thirty minutes she had prepared for.

People assumed that Paige was an emotionless robot, but she had wants. She had needs. When she was younger, she always assumed her kids would have two parents, but she knew Manny would not be good to Soleil, so she took care of it. She mashed down the desire to share a life with someone, but looking at the two of them together made all those feelings come rushing back in.

Unlike all the other women at the gala, Azzi was knelt on the floor, helping Soleil spread glue and glitter on the paper. She had a warm smile, giggling, and whispering to Soleil constantly.

It was almost impossible to stop Paige’s brain from wondering. Azzi was already so good with kids, all the girls seemed to like her, and Soleil was obsessed with her.

She watched as Azzi carefully picked up Soleil’s paper, taking it to their table with Soleil right by her side.

A perfect opportunity for Paige to exit this conversation.

“So sorry, Graham. It seems the family is ready to eat,” Paige maintained her controlled tone before turning and walking to the table. “What did you make, Sunshine.”

“Hi Mommy! I maked a glexy!” Paige smiled as she listened to her daughter start her soliloquy about the different planets and stars in the picture.

Her eyes drifted up, seeing Azzi completely focused on Soleil and her story.

That was when Paige made her decision. She was going to keep Azzi. She was going to do whatever she needed to make sure Azzi wanted to be hers, and she already knew that Azzi would be worth the wait.

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The condo was silent. Quiet enough that Azzi could hear the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft ticking of the click. She’d been frozen in the foyer of her new home for at least three minutes.

She slowly kicked her heels off, clutch already dropped in awe. This apartment is just – it made her heart skip a beat.

The foyer opened into an open, beautiful space. Massive windows let in moonlight, and Azzi could not wait to see the space in the morning. The wood was cool against her feet as she walked to see Lake Michigan. That would hurt. She had never been this high before; 59th floor, just under the penthouses. Azzi giggled at the celestial theme for the night as see saw a rippling moon and stars on the lake.

The white oak stretched across the living room, leading to a fireplace with a waterfall mantle. A large television blended wit the wall seamlessly. Her measly couch looked too small for the space; she’d get a new one after her first paycheck next week. She appreciated the openness of the space, large round table under a beautiful crystal chandelier.

The kitchen was beautiful, somewhere she could actually practice the recipes saved on her Pinterest board. Most of the cabinets were a warm cream color, but there was a white oak island – an honest to God island – that added more warmth to the space. Everything shined. White marble countertops so polished Azzi could see her face when she looked down. The stainless steel appliances were immaculate. Refrigerator filled?

The refrigerator opened with a soft hiss. Oat milk, sliced fruits, chopped vegetables, chicken sausage, the flip cup yogurts. Paige had gotten someone to stock her refrigerator. And they were her favorites, down to the brands.

Azzi didn’t know whether she should feel seen or scared.

She closed the fridge gently, turning towards the hallway. The first door led to a linen closet, while the next showcased a bold powder room. There were two bedrooms across from each other, the first a guest room and the second vacant.

After passing another empty bedroom, she made it to the last door. Her bedroom was beautiful. A new, bigger bed sat pushed against a paneled wall. Her eyes caught two doors, the first led to a giant bathroom with a deep bathtub and separate shower. The other door led to a closet. Instantly, Azzi knew that there were more clothes in the closet than she had this morning. There were new pajama sets, athletic sets, and even shoes. For the fifth time that night, Azzi’s jaw dropped.

She padded back out to the bedroom in a daze. A pink piece of paper rested on a thick book.

Pick whatever you want. It’s on me. – Paige

Beneath the short note was a smiley face, a rainbow, and a heart.

And an added Ice is an interior designer. She can help if you want

Azzi couldn’t remember she was allowed to make her space her own. Maybe high school? College? There were no requests. No rules. No ultimatums.

A cold feeling washed over Azzi. No one did this, was this nice, for free. Grant had showered her with gifts and promises, only to demand thanks with control, submission, and silence. Was Paige wanting the same things? Azzi tried to do the math in her head; this condo was probably worth four years of her salary.

She tried to talk herself down. Paige hadn’t touched her. She only pushed about things that should help her and keep her safe. She didn’t even flirt with her.

Later that night, after she showered, she laid in her bed hoping. Maybe Paige wasn’t expecting anything. Maybe she really did care.

She just didn’t know if she’d be able to wait to find out.

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Paige stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Azzi was perfect tonight. She talked with the other attendees, charming them with her passion for teaching. She spent the majority of her night with Soleil, doting on her and caring for her without a second thought. She made Paige want to leave the party and just go talk somewhere. Paige hadn’t felt anything like that since middle school.

She wanted to slow down. To learn the doe eyed brunette better than anyone ever could. She needed to know her. She needed to know what would make her choose to stay with her.

Paige wanted Azzi to fall for her. Not because of obligation. Not because of Soleil. Not because Paige had spoiled her so far.

She wanted her to look at Paige one day and realize that she had chosen her, just like Paige had.

Paige pulled off her rings, washed her face, and thought.

She needed to find a way to get to know her. She needed to show her that she was warm, kind, goofy, and caring under the mask she put on for the rest of the world.

She needed Azzi to know that she would show up for her. She would wait, listen, protect, do anything she needed for her.

Tomorrow, she would ask her to come to dinner in the penthouse. Maybe she could entice her to talk over dessert after she put Soleil to bed. Maybe Soleil could have a sleepover with KK.

Yes.

She sent two messages.

Wanna have a sleepover with Lei tomorrow?

And another to Ice.

Can you help Azzi with styling her place tomorrow? Lmk best time pls&thx.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #pazzi #paige x azzi #dallas wings #uconn wbb #wnba

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hallo!! (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝* ⋆ ⁺ ₊

i'd like to request a royal reader x knight!leon smut, if it's totally okay + within your comfort zone! i'm leaning towards a more submissive leon here, he's a man of a few words and typically doesn't chat a lot with people he isn't close with but he's reaaaallyy whimpering and whiny with reader when he gets his world rocked, much to their pleasant surprise :3 some overstimulation and praise thrown in would be nice too if you'd like hihiii

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⌞⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Armor .ᐟ⌝

leon kennedy x afab! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count: 3.9k ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW !!!, 2nd person, leon is a bit subby, reader and leon r both desperate for each other, unprotected (as always, pls don’t do that), riding, a bit of overstimulation + praise, ‘forbidden’ in a way, leon is implied to be a bit older, squirting

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Your knight in shining armour catches you trying to sneak out past midnight.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: HII 🍮TYSM FOR THE REQUEST ! :3 sorry i’ve been slow on writing, i’ve had writer’s block and been busy w school (i have finals coming up soon :c) but my requests r still open and i’m working on the requests i have ! ty all sm for the support :3 <3 sorry if there r any errors !

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You stood against the wall, mostly covered in shadow as you watched everyone on the floor of the great hall, all dancing and having a good time. Your arms were crossed as you puffed a bit until your knight approached you.

He was a calloused man, very quiet, very protective of you. His parents ordered him to follow you around like a damn lost dog to make sure you were safe at all times, despite being an adult. Your parents always babied you and affected how Leon treated you. Like some sort of damsel in distress. He’d always try to dismiss it with some comment about how important it was for your parents to have an heir to the throne or whatever. You didn’t really care about it; it was just bullshitting excuses to keep you from living your life.

“May I go now?” you asked him as you eyed the dancefloor. Your parents were hosting the yearly Spring Ball at the castle again; this was your first year you were actually allowed to attend the damn thing. Every past year, your parents had insisted that you were ‘too young’, and they were only ‘trying to keep you safe’. Of course, to an extent, it was reasonable, but that didn’t make it totally justified. Everyone at the ball had been personally invited, and the other knights were at the front of the castle approving each guest, so it wasn’t like there were any real threats they were worried about. You knew the real reason - they didn’t want you meeting anyone from outside the castle walls.

Your parents never explicitly stated it, but you were sure that you were going to be packaged into an arranged marriage one day. They didn’t want anyone less than perfect to sit beside you on the throne one day, so it’d likely be someone they’d trust and someone who knew how to rule over a kingdom.

Leon nodded his head at your question, grunting out a quiet “yes”. You moved away from the wall and towards the crowd of others before Leon gripped your wrist and pulled you back. “Not so fast.” he started.

You squirmed a bit out of Leon’s grip, despite it being gentle, all while Leon spoke to you in his usual cold, monotone voice. “Your parents want me to keep an eye on you the whole evening.”. He didn’t wait for your reaction before he sighed, he already knew you’d be upset.

“I’m not a child; I don’t need to be babysat.” You replied as Leon’s grip finally faltered and you headed off to the mass of people dancing together, only for Leon to follow after you. Typical. That man acted like a baby duckling following their mother duck. He was practically chained to you. Couldn’t your parents see that you didn’t need to have some helicoptering over you at all times?

You hurried away from the corner, not wanting to spend any more of the evening alone in the corner. This was your first time ever attending a dance, after all, and you were going to make the most of it.

Every girl in the palace was all dolled up in ruffle-covered dresses and fancy up-do hairstyles that accentuated their facial features. All the men were dressed up in fancy suits, detailed with gold, tailored specifically for them. It was your first time seeing everyone up close like this, so you took a moment to admire every detail.

“You just going to stand there staring, pretty thing?” a man asked you from behind, making you turn around. It was some guy you’ve never seen, you hadn’t a clue what relationship he had with your parents that let him get invited, but you didn’t care. He was cute, and you barely ever got social interaction with anyone besides the knights and the maids here.

He took your hand and offered you to dance, and God, how could you refuse such a pretty face? Time had gone by rather fast; the lack of windows nearby did not aid your blindness to the time. You hadn’t been able to see the sun fall past the horizon and the moon begin to take its place. You wiped your forehead clean of all the beads of sweat that had accumulated from spending so much time dancing in a hall packed with so many other people. Leon had just been standing a few feet away, just watching… Guy probably had nothing better to do, you thought.

“Are you going to be attending that, uh, afterparty for this ball tonight? The one east of the village?” the man you’d been dancing with had asked you once you two had paused for some air and water.

“Huh?” you replied, tilting your head a little. It was your first time hearing about anything of that sort.

“The king- or, your dad, I mean… his friends host an after-party of sorts. Lasts from dusk till dawn. Are you coming?” You hesitated before replying. You hadn’t even heard about it, probably because your dad knew that you’d want to go if you had known about it. And your parents would never let you outside the castle walls during the night. Even if Leon came to chaperone you.

“Ah-” you started, stumbling over your words until you felt a large hand prop onto your shoulder. Turning to look back, you saw Leon moving to stand beside you. He leaned down a bit closer to you so he could talk just softly enough for you to hear. “Your parents want you back in your quarters by midnight. It’s five past.” he said to you quietly.

“God damnit, I’ve got a bedtime now too?” You replied as you glanced at Leon, then back at the man you’d been dancing with, dying to kiss all night. Years of being cooped up behind castle walls made you desperate.

Leon didn’t respond, his expression as unamused as always. The man hadn’t cracked a smile at all the whole night, it was honestly depressing. He was a dedicated knight alright. He had the opportunity to dance with anyone he wanted to - admittedly, he was quite handsome. But instead, he spent the hours just standing there, watching you have the time of your life simply because your parents told him to.

Leo had a firm grip on your arm as if he were anticipating you’d try to flee with the guy you’d just met - yeah, you were desperate, but not that desperate.

You paused for a moment, trying to think of how to reply. You didn’t want to cut the night short, you knew there was a zero percent chance you’d ever see this guy ever again if you did. But you felt Leon beginning to tug on your arm, insisting that you two leave.

“I’ll see you soon, okay? I’ll… I’ll find a way.” You replied before reluctantly walking away with Leon. It was somewhat less pathetic than letting him drag you away.

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The past hour or so, you’d been keeping the closest eye on the status of the Spring Ball you could form inside your room. You’d waited a full hour to hear the music from the grand hall to stop, and you did, you’d heard the liveliness of the dance slowly die out like a flame being extinguished.

You still waited a few moments until you were sure most of the castle had been put to rest. By now, most of the staff would have returned to their quarters and gone to bed, right? You were sure it was safe to make your move now. Sneak out. You knew it was super risky, but you were also desperate. Desperate to something not controlled by your parents. Desperate to see that man. You hoped that of all people to be arranged married to, it’d be him. Maybe that was because you’d had little interaction with many men before this, but you were head over heels.

You took a lantern in your hands and exited your room, quietly tiptoeing down the corridors of your quarter. The halls weren’t too dim thanks to some moonlight peering in through the windows.

You weren’t exactly sure where this after-party was, all you knew was that it was east of the kingdom, meaning you’d have to move toward the moon for guidance. You could probably ask around to try and locate a specific manor it’d be held in.

You were only a few feet down the hall, just a little bit away from the round staircase tower you’d need to go down to reach the exit, barely away from your bedroom before you saw Leon approaching you from the dark. “Shit.” You muttered to yourself. Of course, you should’ve expected this. Leon had dark circles under his eyes, the guy never slept, and he was there when you told that man, you’d find a way to get to that party.

“Come on now, back to bed.” Leon said simply in his gruff voice as he gestured to your room, his movements still somewhat stiff thanks to his armor that he was still wearing. He knew your plan; he didn’t even bother heading back to his quarters to change. He’d probably been waiting right there at the end of the hallway since he’d insisted, you’d go to bed.

You stuttered out a reply, trying to talk your way out of it, make up some lie that you just wanted a midnight snack or something, but Leon saw right through your bullshit. He held your wrist again and brought you back to your room.

“Your parents would be so disappointed.” Leon said, his tone sounding like he was scolding a naughty dog.

You sat down on your bed, glancing out the door to the balcony. Climbing down would’ve been a more viable idea than trying to leave out the main exit.

You crossed your arms and puffed out a sigh as you looked down at the floor. “I know.” you replied simply.

“I’m not going to tell them, though, don’t worry.” Leon added as he gazed down at you.

“That’s a shocker.” you mumbled out.

Leon tilted his head at that comment, he raised an eyebrow. That was probably the most expressive you’d ever seen him before this moment.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“You’re so loyal to my parents, you do every damn thing they tell you to. You spent the whole night standing against a pillar and watching over me like a stalker just because that’s what they ordered you to. Could’ve danced with any pretty girl or guy in there you wanted to.” You replied as you looked up at him, standing up to look him in the eye.

His expression softened slightly, lips moving upwards although it wasn’t entirely a smile. Not yet at least.

“You think I did that just because your parents asked?” he asked you, sounding somewhat amused. It wasn’t usual for Leon to be this expressive, even though now he was still barely showing any emotion.

“Yeah, why else would you do that?” You asked, still looking up at Leon. You felt his hands gently brush against the side of your neck. He wasn’t very touchy - at least, not like this. You were used to him grabbing your wrist whenever he wanted to keep you in sight, but this? “I… I wanted to dance with you.” he admitted, his words coming out with a sigh, his voice still as soft and gentle as ever.

You were puzzled by that response. Surely, he was joking. Surely, he didn’t actually mean it, he didn’t actually have feelings for you.

All your thoughts became a messy blur as you felt his lips crash against yours and pull back just as fast. His cheeks were slightly pink, he looked more embarrassed than anything.

“Sorry,” he apologized. He felt like he’d done something dirty. He was your knight, hired to protect you, not to fall for you and kiss you without at least asking first. What happened to his chivalry? Leon revoked his hand from your neck, looking down as if he were ashamed. “No, it’s fine.” You assured him, wrapping your fingers around his hand and gently guiding his hand onto your cheek. “Don’t apologize, I… I liked it.”

All these years you’d longed for a man had turned you desperate. Tonight, you’d been willing to sneak out alone in order to go see one. All this time, you’d had a man head over heels for you right in your reach. Perfectly attainable. You just didn’t realize it.

How could you? Leon was quiet and reserved. Tonight was the first time you’d seen his face change from an always annoyed one to literally any other emotion. How could you have known?

Your head was flooded with thoughts, the rational part of your brain was drowning in all the thoughts yelling at you to kiss him again. You were so, so desperate. You pulled Leon in for another kiss and felt him wrap his large arms around your waist, kissing you sloppily. Clearly, he was as desperate for you as you were for him. You pulled him onto your bed, underneath the frame with the pretty canopy, resting against the cushioned headboard.

You sat on his lap; he pulled away from the kisses and gasped. The armor he was wearing was probably the worst thing he could have a boner in. He shifted around uncomfortably and bit his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning.

“Fuck.” he grunted, out of breath.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” you asked quietly, as if you were scared your parents would hear. You knew logically they wouldn’t - their quarters were across the whole damn castle. You could moan like a slut all you wanted all night long and they’d still be resting peacefully, not a clue in the world you’d been up fucking your knight.

“I’m-I’m hard...” Leon admitted, audibly embarrassed by his situation. You pulled back a little from his lap, allowing him to pull off his bottoms desperately, tossing them aside.

Despite your room still being dim, the only light source coming from the moonlight sneaking its way in through your sheer curtains, you managed to see the large bulge in Leon’s boxers, a few tiny wet spots from some pre-cum.

Leon had been waiting to fuck you for what felt like forever. He’d been head over heels longer than he’d like to admit, and he’d spent more nights in his private bathroom pumping his cock with his fists while staring at pictures of you than he’d like to admit.

You felt yourself begin to drip in your panties at the sight. You were horny, you were so fucking horny. You hadn’t felt the touch of a man ever. At least, not like this. And you were just desperate to experience this intimacy. You longed to feel a man’s cock inside you, as embarrassing as it was to admit. Leon removed the chest plate armor on him, tearing everything off of him like a wild animal. Like he couldn’t contain how bad he wanted to fuck you. You did the same, you stripped down on your bed until you were just in panties.

You took a moment to admire Leon’s body all while he admired yours. He’d seen the outline of your body when you’d worn tight clothes in the past, but you were a thousand times sexier than he could’ve imagined. He felt his dick throb as his eyes fixated on your nipples, your pretty tits…

You’d never seen Leon in anything other than that stiff armor, so you had spent the years completely unaware that he’d been jacked this whole time. His arms were toned and muscular, not to mention his abs… where did he even get the time to work out when he spent so much of his time watching you.

“So fucking hot...” you whispered to Leon as you felt on his abs, feeling his happy trail brush against your hand. Leon let out a pathetic whine at the touch.

He stared up at you. He’d been working here to protect you. He was working with your parents; he agreed with them that he’d protect you. But he’d gotten too close to you, and now… He couldn’t help his feelings. Even though he knew he should do anything but fuck you, even though you seemed so willing for his dick, he couldn’t help himself. You were the forbidden fruit he just couldn’t resist.

Leon gently grabbed your hips, his grip on you gentler than ever. You gently grinded against him, rubbing your clothed pussy against his dick that was still restrained by his boxers.

“Oh fuck, don’t we need protection? We should use some, right? I-” Leon stuttered, his face visibly becoming more and more pink with every word that he let slip from his lips. “Fuck it, it’s fine, I just want you… I-I need this.” you stuttered out desperately. It was almost cute how desperate you two were for each other, in a pathetic way.

You peeled down the fabric of Leon’s boxers slowly, a smirk crawling on your lips as you watched his hard cock spring out excitedly, the red leaking tip desperately begging for your pussy.

You gently slid down your panties, down past your ankles before tossing them aside, not caring about where they’d land.

Leon’s face was bright pink at this point, he was resting back against the headboard as you gently stroked his cock, sizing him up mentally, imagining how good it’d feel when you finally felt this long dick inside you. Leon whimpered as he felt your soft fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving up and down at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please-” he gasped out, his tone abnormally whiny. He looked at you with puppy eyes, silently begging you to stop teasing and just bounce on his cock already.

You leaned closer to him and gently kissed him before positioning yourself on top of him, his tip right at your entrance. You whined as you slowly lowered yourself down, feeling his dick slowly slide between your legs. He felt incredible.

Leon was already hot and sweaty just feeling you on top of him, seeing your face contort with pleasure as you took his dick inside you.

“So… so fucking tight…” he grunted out between desperate pants and gasps for air. Leon shut his eyes as he leaned back, staring up at your ceiling as he tried adjusting to the sensation of your tight walls practically milking his cock.

You were whining loudly, not used to the sensation just yet, but after a second you managed to quiet down.

“Feels so fucking good…” You moaned quietly as you placed one hand on Leon’s cheek. You leaned back slightly and sighed, taking in a few deep breaths before beginning to push yourself up and down, bouncing on Leon’s dick.

Leon’s whimpers grew louder with each bounce; his eyes clenching shut for a few moments as you rode his dick. He was never one to be vocal in any situation, but now? He couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers that were escaping his lips. He was moaning like a whore.

God, this felt wrong. He was supposed to protect you, keep you safe for your parents, now encourage you to ride him raw. But God, it felt so right, and your parents didn’t need to know about your fun time with your little knight.

“Ah... ah… Leon...” you breathed as you kept bouncing on his cock at a steady, somewhat swift pace, your pussy desperately clutching onto his dick, not wanting this moment to even end.

Your hand moved down Leon’s cheek as you admired his beauty. His eyes were welling up with tears, ashamedly. Leon’s dick was so sensitive, he hadn’t fucked a real pussy in years, this just felt so damn good to him.

Leon moaned your name desperately as you leaned forward to kiss him, wanting to soothe his tears. “You’re doing so good… you feel so fucking good in me, Leon...” You moaned out, not bothering to quiet yourself. Leon’s eyes were glued to your chest, enjoying the way your tits bounced with each movement.

You were progressively getting louder and louder as you kept riding. Leon gripped your hips a bit tighter. “Your pussy feels amazing, baby…” Leon grunted out quietly, some tears beginning to slip as he felt his balls tighten up slightly in anticipation of an orgasm.

Poor boy had been trying to hold it in this whole time. He’d been leaking precum since you pushed him onto the bed. If he wasn’t trying to wait for you to cum with him, he would’ve come while you were stroking him.

“You’re doing this so well, ah, fuck...” he added, his eyes shutting involuntarily as you moved your hand up and down his abs, your touch was intoxicating. “You ride so damn good…” he whispered to you, his hand rubbing your side. You began bouncing a bit faster, feeling his tip occasionally brush against your spongy spot. You moved your fingers down, gently rubbing circles into your clit.

“Ah! Fuck!” you squeaked as you felt his tip finally slam against your spot, making your whole-body twitch with pleasure. Leon felt you clench around his cock, causing him to whine out as his hips involuntarily bucked up into you, his tip pressing deeper into your spot.

Leon bit his lip as he felt more tears leak, his vision blurry as he looked up at you. You wiped his tears as you kept bouncing on his dick. “So fucking good, you’re going to make me cum, you feel so good…” you breathed.

“Fuck… so tight, so wet, so perfect I- I’m gonna cum..!” Leon gasped out, his hips thrusting up involuntarily and beginning to stutter as he watched you squirm. You leaned your head back, squealing desperately as you felt yourself peak, squirting warm juices all over his abdomen. Your head was fuzzy, and you were dizzy in the aftermath of your orgasm. God, you didn’t even know you could squirt. Who knew Leon’s dick was all it took?

Leon tightened his grip on your hips, forcing you down and still as he came, releasing his hot seed deep inside you. He sat there for a few moments before finally relaxing back down onto the bed as you pulled off of him, his cum dripping from between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, baby… I should’ve pulled out, ‘m so sorry…” Leon said quietly as he gently rubbed your back.

“It’s fine…” you assured him, your lips gently pressing against his neck as you rested against him. You were both sweaty, laying together in your bed as you pulled over the fluffy comforters to cover up your guys’ nude bodies.

God, your parents would be pissed if they found out. If they knew the man they hired to protect their precious kid, heir to the throne, had fucked them raw in their bed in the castle they all lived in. And they’d be upset at you, too, for developing a relationship with someone that wasn’t arranged. The other staff would talk. The knights would be shocked that one of them had been so bold to do such a thing. The maids wouldn’t be happy having to clean up your bed.

But right now, that didn’t matter. All that mattered to you was lying down next to a man who loved you; something you’d been wanting for forever.

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sinner-as-saint · 11 months ago

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no masters or kings - 2

Priest!Bucky x Reader

Read part 1 here

Run-through: Father Barnes’ life had been rather peaceful for years. He never complained though, he chose this. Between mass on Sundays, bible study sessions during the week, and office hours, the amount of time he has left he dedicated to reading and keeping his body active. There wasn’t much to do in this small, almost forgotten town. Then a new face appeared. A woman, married to some businessman who leaves her all by herself while he grows his fortune in the city. Father Barnes seemed determined at first, to herd and care for the new, young, lonely little lamb. But that is until he found himself tempted to sin like never before.

Themes: priest!bucky, smut, degrading kink, infidelity, explicit language, (sacrilege, blasphemy, and all the other bad stuff), mild c*m play

a/n: @cadence-on-beat Father Barnes and I love you <3

“Where were you?”

There was already a chill in the air which had you shivering for the past few minutes that you’d been in here. In the darkness, in the cold. Standing all by yourself in front of the ancient looking pulpit, inside the empty church at near midnight. Then the tone of his voice added to the shivering. You were properly trembling as you turned to face him.

He hadn’t been out running tonight. No work out clothes. He was still wearing the black slacks he always wore. With the black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and that white collar. Hands shoved in his pockets, he stood there near the pews and watched you.

The lights were off. The lamps outside and the moonlight coming in through the stained glass gave just enough light for you to see him. Not clearly, but you didn’t need to see his face to sense his displeasure. It echoed around the empty room. Not just his voice. His authority. His dark desires as well.

Three little words and you were ready to drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness. He always had that effect on you. His handsome face only made him seem more lethal. Unreachable. Like he was some forgotten god who was known to be greedy, but you kept throwing yourself at his altar despite the warnings just for a possible glimpse of his beauty.

You were enamoured. And you could only tell him the truth. Lying to him felt wrong.

“My parents hosted a dinner party over the weekend. Plus there were a few fundraisers to attend. So um, my husband and I had to–,”

He cut you off with enough venom and bitterness in his steady voice that it felt like a thorny vine wrapping around you, squeezing and hurting. “So you were with him?” His accusatory tone didn’t go unnoticed.

–

Bucky was well aware he had no right to be jealous. He had absolutely no right to question you regarding your whereabouts. But he so selfishly enjoyed the way you squirmed in front of him. After not having seen you or heard from you for days, he was beginning to get worried.

Each time he walked by your house, he made sure to look for any signs that you might be home. But there were none. By the second day, he realised you must’ve gone away. He just didn’t know that it would affect him so much upon hearing that you’d been away, for days, spending time with your showy family and husband. It made him borderline murderous.

Dinner party. Fundraisers. Those were so far from his world. Plus you looked like you’d just gotten back from one such pretentious event. Judging by the deliciously low cut silver evening gown with a slit at the front, the expensive shoes, the diamonds in your ears and around your neck, and that excuse of a shawl you had wrapped around your shoulders – it looked like you’d come straight here to see him. It made him stand a little taller.

He watched as you took the smallest step towards him, as if unsure whether or not you could get close to him.

“I came back as soon as I could.” You explained, looking down at the dark red carpet beneath your feet.

Bucky took some steps closer to you. “But you were with him. Did he touch you?”

This made you look up at him, as if betrayed. As if it was unthinkable that your husband would touch you. “No. I told you about him and I. We’ve never–”

He cut you off again, stepping closer and closer as he spoke until he was right in front of you. “Did he hold you in front of everyone? Pulled you close?” He began listing. “Showed you off? Held your hand, kissed you, danced with you? Did he do all the things I have no right to?” He reached out and his fingers stroked your cheek just barely.

He was crossing a line. He knew it. He couldn’t stop the jealousy from spreading, from coursing through his veins. He begged his god to make it stop. Begged. But here it was again. That same jealousy, stepping out of a dark cave like a beast that’s been chained underground for too long now finally seeing the light again. It was angry. Raw. Hungry. Demanding.

–

His jealousy, his possessiveness felt like a drug you wanted more of.

“He did none of that.” You explained. “We slept in separate bedrooms in his penthouse.”

You gasped as Father Barnes’ hand moved, his gentle touch on your cheek turned into him grabbing the back of your neck and bringing your face closer to his. Your chest pressing against his. His body heat wrapped all around you as he sneered, “What if he wanted to? Hmm? What if, as it is his right, he walked into your bedroom at night and said he wanted to fuck his wife? Would you have denied him?”

Your breaths were shaky. Your mind was already foggy just by being this close to him. He didn’t feel human. He always felt more. He was too put together. Too steady. Too pretty to look at.

He scoffed, “You wouldn’t deny him.” He whispered, his lips just an inch away from yours. “Your pretty little brain doesn’t think about anything else, does it? Of course you’d say yes. All you think about is men fucking you, owning your body, making it theirs. It doesn’t matter whose cock it is at the end of the day, is it?”

He gave you a sinful smirk. One that made your whole body pressed against him even more.

Then he leaned closer, so that his soft mouth brushed against yours as he said, “You just need that pretty pussy to be filled at all times. Doesn’t matter who does it, your husband, a stranger, a priest. It’s all the same to you, huh? All you care about is having a man on top of you. You sick, twisted, immoral woman.”

He spoke those words with a gentle caress. His tone hushed, still jealous and authoritative. But quiet. Like he wasn’t chastising you.

“Please.” You murmured, mouth brushing against his. “Please.”

He ignored your pleas. Tightening his grip at the back of your neck as his other hand came up to that risqué slit at the front of your dress, fingers sliding in to touch your inner thighs. “Is that why you showed up here, dressed like this? Because you need a cock to fill you up. Hmm? Look at you,” He said, his fingers now finding their way in between your legs, cupping you there, “You’re trembling already.”

He chuckled in that boyish way of his when he noted the lack of underwear, sliding his finger inside you with ease. Followed by another finger, and said, “Is this what you want? To be nice and full?”

You looked up at him and nodded, pleading with him with your eyes.

–

Bucky loved the sight of you like this. Expensive gown, diamonds all over you, his hand in between your legs, that sorry excuse of a shawl as if anything about your behaviour was even remotely modest.

The soft moans coming out of your mouth. Too perfect. Your appearance, the lipstick, the hair, the gown. He wanted to ruin all of it in the best ways. So he thoroughly enjoyed the gasp of surprise he earned when he pulled his fingers away abruptly.

“Not so easily.” He whispered. “Get on your knees.”

He watched as you dropped instantly, right there in front of him on the dark red carpet right in front of the pulpit. Your shawl fell behind you, your silver gown spilled around you, the slit widened and exposed more of your smooth skin and legs. You looked up at him and waited.

Bucky undid his pants, his eyes daring you to move without him asking you to. He lowered his slacks just enough to free his throbbing, hard cock and let it out there in front of your face. He let you watch it bob once, twice. He smirked when he saw the way you almost begged for it. But he wasn’t that cruel, nor was he too patient.

“Go on, use your mouth.”

–

It felt forbidden. Well, it was. But as you reached for him, as you brought your mouth closer to his tip, it felt like you were entering a territory that could change your life forever. Like you were entering a domain which would swallow you whole, and you would happily let it. There was no coming back, you knew that.

You were too far gone. There was no forgiveness for this. No repenting. Nothing. So you went for it. You wrapped your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip, your tongue slowly circling his tip before sliding him into your eager mouth.

Bucky slid his hand down to your neck, pulling your head forward as he slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “What would your rich, conservative family do if they saw you like this, hmm? On your knees for a man you shouldn’t want. What would your husband do?” He threw his head back and let out a strained moan, followed by an arrogant chuckle.

You kept your eyes on his handsome face as you sucked on his cock with all your might. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. You wondered how long it had been since his cock was inside a warm, wet mouth.

He moaned as he pushed himself deeper, fucking your mouth like he owned it. The carpet would surely leave marks behind on your knees but that was the least of your concerns as he bucked his hips forward into your mouth.

“This hungry, slutty mouth of yours feels so good…”

You repeated your actions again and again, hollowing your cheeks. The growls and moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and only added to the dampness which was forming in between your legs.

“You’ve been craving this, haven’t you?” He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you, eager to chase his orgasm. “Needing a cock in your mouth, so fucking desperate you came begging all the way here for it.” His voice was raspy, heavy with lust. It made you squirm.

You knew you couldn’t wait any longer for the sake of your sanity. You needed him. So you took him out of your mouth, licking his cock from bottom to top while your hands toyed with his balls. He looked down at you with a warning in his eyes.

“Are you that eager? You can’t wait? Hmm?” That gentle voice of his was back again. “Just want to be done with me as quick as possible so I can fuck you, huh?” He looked down at you with his intense blue eyes. His longish hair a little out of place now.

You nodded before taking him back into your mouth. You felt the veins of his firm cock against your tongue. You felt his muscles tightened under your touch, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. So you quickened your pace, and he groaned as he reached his high.

With one final, rough push into your mouth, you felt him starting to come undone. His hand came to the front of your neck, a warning, as he growled, “Don’t swallow just yet.” Then his cum filled your mouth as he gradually pulled himself out of your mouth and bent down to look at you from up close. Your lips were swollen. Cum and spit ran down your chin, out the corners of your mouth.

You were panting, waiting. He looked into your mouth, finding a small pool of his cum in there. He smirked in that devilish way as he slid two fingers past your lips, gathering the wetness on the tips of his fingers as he, almost naturally, brought his wet fingers to your forehead.

“You’re mine.” He said to you while you trembled, and it wasn’t because of the cold night.

There, as both of you were in that post-sex haze, he drew two overlapping lines on your forehead. Then dragged his wet fingers down your face, painting your skin. Down the bridge of your nose and back into your mouth. Pumping them in and out, causing more cum to fall down your chin.

Causing it to fall down your neck, all over the diamonds that your husband possibly bought you. All over your chest, ruining your expensive gown, your makeup.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your lipstick was smeared, you had his cum all over your face and he had never felt so close to ecstasy before. He felt free. Tingly. Floaty. Like nothing mattered, but every little mattered.

This must be the feeling people seek. He thought. Why they beg at altars, and worship old gods and new.

You were so close to begging again. You needed him, terribly.

And he knew.

–

Bucky stared deep into your eyes as he said, “Get on your back. Pull your dress up and spread those legs for me.”

He watched as you did just as he asked, while lowering himself on top of you right there on the carpet. He was ready to go, all hard again. So he wasted no time in pushing himself fully into you. He watched you grimace in pleasure as his cock stretched you out.

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force. He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him.

“Fuck you feel good.” He groaned. “This warm pussy missed me, huh?”

Your back arched off the carpet, your chest pressed to his as you moaned. You wanted to feel his naked body against yours, to feel his warm chest press against your bare skin. But if this was all he’d give you then you were willing to take it.

“You’re gonna keep coming back here over and over again, no matter where you go. You’ll come right back to me, won’t you?” He asked, hips moving in a way that made it hard for you to think straight.

But you nodded. “Yes…”

“Yes what?” He barked.

“Yes, Father Barnes. I’ll always come back to you,” You whispered, a moaning mess under him in no time.

He worshipped your body. He grabbed your thigh with one hand, hooking it up to his waist, allowing him to fuck deeper into you. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you, his fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He looked down to where your bodies connected so intimately. So sinfully. So beautifully.

“I’m yours,” You whined, looking up at him. Even in the darkness, he was ethereal. Looking down at you with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes.

His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you. He did. He did from the moment you laid eyes on him.

You whimpered even louder when his hand slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit. It wasn’t going to take much to make you come anyway, you were already too turned on.

“Please,” You whined in a higher pitch, “Please, please, please…”

“What do you need?” He panted, still fucking you hard and fast. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” There was that priestly tone again.

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. Still you mumbled out, “I need to come, please. Can I come?”

“Fuck!” He swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. “Go on, come for me.”

You did.

You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you yet again.

—

He helped you up after a minute or two, helped you fix your dress and appearance as best you both could.

He had seen your car outside earlier so he knew you’d be okay to drive yourself home. You didn’t live far from the church anyway. And right before you left he said, “Leave the door unlocked.” It was a safe town, so he felt free to ask that of you. “Who knows? I might want more later.”

Might. He could come back for more, or maybe he simply wouldn’t. Maybe he wanted you to go to bed still thinking, guessing, anticipating, and waiting.

And he knew you would. Think. Guess. Anticipate. And wait.

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part 3

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #marvel

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janeyseymour · 5 months ago

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Christmas Traditions

it's sad girl hours and this was not edited in the slightest but i hope it doesnt suck okay i will go back into my depression pile of blankets bye

Summary: Christmas and the holiday season comes with many traditions. Melissa indulges you, but she springs a few surprises out along the way.

WC: ~4.6k

Christmas and the holiday season has always been one of your favorite times of year. From the time you were a kid all the way up until now, you’ve leaned into every single Christmas tradition that you can find and figure out. It doesn’t matter that some traditions may be a bit different here in America as opposed to the ones that you have back in Ireland- they bring you joy all the same.

This is your fourth year celebrating Christmas in Philly, but it’s your first Christmas living with your girlfriend Melissa. It’s also your first Christmas without your parents flying across the Atlantic to come and be with you. You’re elated to celebrate with the redhead, but you can’t help but be brought down in spirits at the quiet reminders that your parents won’t be joining you. So instead of letting yourself drown in your sorrows, you fully throw yourself into Christmas festivities.

“My love,” Melissa chuckles as she watches the amount of decorations that you’re putting in the cart at Target on Black Friday. “Do we really need all of this stuff?”

“Of course we do!” you reply with a kiss to her cheek. “I still can’t believe that you don’t decorate unless I’m around!”

Your girlfriend goes to say how it just isn’t worth all of the effort, but who is she to ruin your good spirits? Instead of scoffing, she just chuckles and pats your shoulder. “I was just waiting for the girl who would make it all worth it.”

You beam at her words of affection.

By the time you’re finished stocking up on decorations for the house, you’re pushing a cart, and so is Melissa. You hand your card over sheepishly without even looking at the final amount that you owe- you don’t really want to know how much you just spent.

You can only guess that it’s a ridiculous amount of money seeing the way that your girlfriend’s emerald eyes widen as big as saucers, followed by her shaking her head as she pinches the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.

“Dear God,” the redhead mumbles. “My Christmas bonus better be good this year.”

When the two of you get back to the house and unload the car, Melissa begins to unravel some of the lights. You frantically reach for the bag and begin stuffing the string that she had undone back into the plastic.

“Hun, what?” your girlfriend looks to you.

“It’s tradition that we decorate on the December 8th!” you tell her with a giggle. “I may be in America now, but I do like to keep some of my Irish traditions.”

The redhead, used to having cameras to catch her incredulous looks, turns in search of one, but comes up empty. “What other traditions are there that I haven’t been privy too for the past three years?”

Your eyes twinkle as you explain the many traditions that you followed in your home country, some that she knows you follow, others that she has yet to experience with you. You tell her of the tradition of Midnight mass on Christmas Eve (which usually isn’t actually at Midnight), to which she tells you that’s a tradition for her too. You explain how Ireland loves their Christmas markets filled with merry and bright spirits. Melissa promises she’ll take you to Christmas Village in center city, and if you really want, she’ll venture to take you out to see the various light shows and markets around Philadelphia and the suburbs of Philly. You tell her how your brother used to make you do a Christmas Day Swim with him; you let her know that you will not be participating in that tradition here. You tell her of the boxes of biscuits and how it almost always started a fight in your family because nobody wanted that last cookie to finish off the layer and be able to start the new one. You speak of how your family back in Ireland always puts a ring of Holly on the door as you point to the bag that has the wreath in it. She’s especially excited to partake in your tradition of 12 pubs- and you tell her that you think you might want to do it with the Abbott crew since your family won’t be here to do it with you this year.

For as much as your eyes were sparkling as you speak of the traditions that you hold back in Ireland, when you reach the one that perhaps means the most to you, a sadness creeps into your eyes.

“And the reason I bought all of those candles…” you trail off quietly. “It’s an old custom, and I- I know my mam has one in each window all year round. It’s to welcome strangers and to remember those who are far from home.” You sniffle quietly. “Mam keeps them there as a reminder that we are always welcome back home.”

Your girlfriend isn’t quite sure how to respond to that, so she settles for just kissing you softly and wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek.

You laugh just slightly bitterly. “God, this is supposed to be fun. I shouldn’t be sitting here crying.”

“It’s okay to miss your family,” your girlfriend reminds you. “That’s perfectly normal, especially around the holidays.”

“I think I’d rather just throw myself into celebrating and getting into the Christmas spirit here and at Abbott.”

And because you begin to throw yourself into the Christmas spirit to distract yourself from the blues, Melissa finds herself also participating in festivities that she usually wouldn’t do otherwise.

As soon as December hits, you have that silly little elf in your classroom and causing mayhem to entertain your students. When Melissa comes to pick her students up from your art class, her children are instantly asking why you have an elf but she doesn’t- why doesn’t Santa want them to be watched in her class? Your girlfriend sends you a huge glare; she hates that stupid elf tradition, and it will only cause her classroom to be destroyed every day with the mischief that the ‘elf’ will get into. Nevertheless, she promises her students that she knows Santa, and she’ll ask him to send one of his finest workers to her classroom.

You get a text from your lovely girlfriend mere minutes after she’s picked her students up from your class.

I hate you for this, you read.

You chuckle at your phone before typing out, No you don’t. You love me.

Just know that you’re in charge of my elf.

The next morning, her classroom has an elf, and her room has been decorated by ‘Buddy’. Her students are thrilled, and you can’t help but grin brightly when she tells you that her students love the decorations that you put up.

On December 8th, a Sunday, you wake up bright and early. Decorating is something that you have always absolutely adored doing.

“Babe!” you jump on your girlfriend with a grin that morning.

Melissa groans. “Y/N.”

“It’s December 8th! We have to start decorating!”

The redhead only responds by pulling you on top of her. She holds you tightly to her chest and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Five more minutes.”

“That’s five minutes of time we could spend decorating!” you tell her.

Melissa peels her eyes open and glances at the alarm clock. “Hun, it’s… eight in the morning.”

“And we’re usually up at 6:30 for school,” you tell her matter of factly. “We slept in an hour and a half longer than usual!”

Green eyes roll, but she does allow you to pull her to a sit. “Do you know how lucky you are that I love you?”

“I’m the luckiest girl alive!” you giggle as you kiss her nose. “How about this? I make breakfast and coffee while you wake up, and then we can start decorating?”

When you see the beginning of a head nod, you leap out of bed and practically sprint down to the kitchen.

“Woman has damn near lost her mind,” the second grade teacher grumbles as she pulls herself out of the warm bed and follows you downstairs.

You already have bacon in the pan and the coffee brewing by the time you feel Melissa’s arms wind around your waist. Breakfast is quiet, and then you’re practically bouncing in your seat with excitement to decorate.

“Alright, mi amore,” your girlfriend chuckles. “Let’s get decorating.”

By mid-afternoon, you have just about everything decorated. The banister is wrapped with green, the Christmas tree is up and adorned with lights, tinsel and ornaments with the star sitting atop it’s tip, her flat surfaces are covered in trinkets that make you think of winter and Christmas, the holly is hung on her door. The outside is strung with lights that you know will look stunning at night. Melissa can only chuckle along and indulge in your love of the holidays.

The last thing that you have to do is put up the candles in the windows- something that you don’t necessarily want to do because you know it will bring down your spirits, but it must be done. So with a glint of sadness in your eyes, you line each window in the house with a candle. You know that across the ocean, your mother and father have already decorated, and their candles are out too- a quiet promise that home is always waiting for you when you need it.

As you look at the candle sitting in the front window somewhat longingly, your girlfriend knows what she has to do- somehow, she has to get your parents over here for Christmas. Her arms snake around your shoulders, and she pulls you close to her.

“You did a nice job, mi amore,” Melissa tells you earnestly. “It looks great.”

You lean into her affections, a sad smile on your face. “Can we watch a Christmas movie?”

“You don’t want to go to Christmas Village?”

“Not today,” you sigh softly. “I’m kind of tired from decorating.”

“Then a Christmas movie sounds great,” your girlfriend smiles as she kisses your cheek. “Go get comfortable.”

It only takes about ten minutes for you to change into your favorite pair of flannel pajama bottoms with the Grinch on them and for the redhead to get popcorn before the two of you are settled in on the couch.

It takes about thirty minutes of laying on the couch with your girlfriend’s fingers weaving through your hair gently for you to fall asleep. Your girlfriend glances at the clock. It’s not too late to call your parents and try to orchestrate getting them here to surprise you for Christmas. She video calls them.

“Hello?” your mother answers.

“Hey,” the redhead smiles into the phone. “It’s Melissa. Listen, I was thinking… you should come join us for Christmas this year.”

Your father furrows his brow. “Is Y/N okay? Where is my girl?”

Melissa pans the camera so your parents can see that you’re sound asleep on top of her. “She’s okay, just a bit down that the two of you aren’t here. We decorated today, and she set out the candle, and it kind of upset her.”

Your mother sighs softly. “My poor girl. We just don’t have the money to fly out this year.”

“What if I offered to pay for your flights, and you can stay with us?” Melissa bargains. “We can surprise her, and I think she’ll want the two of you to be here when I give her her Christmas present.”

Both of your parents brighten at that- they know what you’re getting for Christmas from the redhead. “You think we can pull off surprising her?”

“I think so,” the second grade teacher chuckles. “I doubt she would be onto us, as long as we aren’t too obvious.”

And so, by the time you wake up from your slumber, your parents have a flight to Philly and back for the day before Christmas Eve, a hotel room to stay in for that one night, and a flight back to Ireland after the new year- not that you have any inkling of what’s going to take place.

The next weekend, Melissa takes you out to Christmas Village in center city. You spend the day drinking spiked hot cocoa and hanging off of her. It’s sweet, it’s warm, it’s cozy- it always is as long as you’re with that wonderful girlfriend of yours. Your gloved hand is somehow always in hers, or her arm is wrapped around your waist. You find little trinkets that are all too expensive but purchase them anyway in the spirit of Christmas. It helps lift your spirits, but when you get home, you see those candles again. Your heart sinks just slightly, but you have to admit that you’re quite ready to curl up with your girlfriend in yet another pair of fuzzy pajama pants and watch another Christmas movie.

It feels like December simultaneously goes by like it’s nothing and also drags on as you wait for your favorite holiday. But finally, Winter break is upon you, and you find yourself getting ready to go out for 12 pubs night with the Abbott clan.

“Thank you for doing this for me.” You kiss Melissa’s cheek as the two of you put on ugly sweaters and cozy pajama bottoms to go out in.

“I know how much you love your traditions,” your girlfriend rolls her eyes playfully. “Just know that next year, there ain’t no damn way I’m putting on a ridiculous sweater again to go out.”

“That’s not what I was talking about,” you giggle, but you nod. “I meant thank you for letting the crew come here and stay over if needed after tonight.”

“Oh,” your girlfriend sighs out. “That. I’d rather them stay safe if we’re going to get as hammered as we did last year.”

You laugh at the reminder of what happened last year- you had barely made it home in one piece, your parents hanging off of you, more drunk than you think you had ever seen them.

It isn’t long before your work friends are at your house, dropping their things in various rooms that they’ll be staying in. Jacob grins when he’s allowed to go put his things in what used to be his room before you came into the picture.

As Mr. Johnson wanders in, he makes an offhanded comment about all of your apparel.

“Never thought I’d see the day badass Melissa Schemmenti would be in the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen,” Ava comments. She turns to you. “You got her wrapped around your little finger.”

“Whipped,” Mr. Johnson grins. “As the kids would say.” He then accompanies his words with a whipping motion and sound effect, much to the displeasure of your girlfriend.

“So,” Janine bounces on her toes in excitement. “What are the rules?”

“Well,” you smile. “Everyone already did a great job with the first rule of wearing a Christmas jumper. But, we will be going to twelve bars tonight. Each bar has it’s own rule, and if you break a rule, you have to finish off your drink in one go. Additionally, every four bars, we have to drink a pint of water so nobody actually gets hurt doing this…” You shudder at the memory (or lack thereof) of a few Christmases ago. “Finally, we can only be at each bar for thirty minutes.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Mr. Johnson fist pumps. “I was made to win this game.”

“I’m just so glad to be immersing myself in other cultures,” the history teacher smiles.

“Try to keep up boy,” Ava rolls her eyes. “You’ll be on the floor by the fourth bar.”

Janine gives Gregory a nervous glance, but he just wraps am arm around her shoulder and squeezes gently, promising that he’ll cut her off when needed.

And Barb, who somehow managed to find a Christmas sweater with pirates on it, declares that Sea Barbara is coming out tonight.

At the first bar, you aren’t allowed to use your dominant hand for anything. Jacob forgets quickly and has to down his beer. At the second bar, there is a no swearing rule. Ava’s first word is “fuck” when she sees her ex-boyfriend. She chooses to shotgun her seltzer. At the bar where you aren’t allowed to use nicknames, Melissa calls you “babe” and she calls Barbara “Barb”. With a roll of those striking green eyes, she finishes off her drink. At the bar where nobody is allowed to use their native language, you’re forced to finish off your beer when you give up on trying to perfect your American accent. Once you’ve ordered your waters, Janine declares that she thinks she’s finished drinking for the night- to which Gregory agrees. Jacob informs the group that he believes he maybe has one or two more bars in him, and then he may have to tap out.

Once all of the pints of water are finished, your group races off to the next destination- the one where if you get there last you’ll be forced to sing a Christmas song off the rest of the group’s choosing. Poor Mr. Johnson has to give a terrible performance of “Dominic the Donkey”, complete with the animal noises. Jacob taps out after beer comes out of his nose from laughing so hard. That leaves you, your girlfriend, Barbara, Gregory, Ava, and Mr. Johnson to continue on with this challenge. At the arm pub, Sea Barbara finally comes out, and your girlfriend has to convince her to keep her shoes on because of the near freezing temperatures. Melissa holds your beer, she holds Barb’s, Barb holds Gregory’s, he holds Ava’s (much to her surprise and happiness), and the principal gets tasked with holding Mr. Johnson’s. At the no toilet pub, you all unfortunately lose that challenge, and you’re out of that bar in less than the allotted thirty minutes. Gregory taps out after that one. The eighth bar, you’re all forced to compliment a stranger. You almost lose the fiery principal at this bar because when you look away for one second, her lips are locked with a man’s. Waters are downed quickly. And then you’re onto the final four bars.

You’re drunk, Melissa is getting to the point in her drunkenness where she just wants to hang off of you. Sea Barbara has taken to speaking in an accent- if only you had gone to the accent bar once she had already hit this point. Ava and Mr. Johnson both seem to be doing quite alright though. You’re beginning to wonder if they have been drinking for the last few bars.

At bar nine, you have to take a shot. That’s an easy in and out kind of bar. At the no phone bar, Ava immediately breaks the unspoken rule of no documenting this outing as she goes live on Instagram to show the charades that the five of you are all partaking in. You choose a terrible shot- one that if Ava or Mr. Johnson don’t take, you’ll know. It’s quite clear that they are indeed drinking when you see their faces, and Ava’s voice rings through loudly.

“What the fuck is this shit?” the principal screeches. “Why would you get this for us?”

Melissa just chuckles. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“What the hell you mean that wasn’t-”

Barbara taps out after that one when she begins gagging after the shot goes down. “That was awful.”

And so, at the eleventh and twelfth bar, it’s down to you, Melissa, Ava, and Mr. Johnson.

“Can I have a pint of Heineken please, Guinness?” the four of you ask. And as luck would have it, you’re all served Guinness. Yours is downed easily, having a taste for the Irish drink. Melissa makes a face once hers is gone. Ava once again takes a video of herself drinking the beverage. Mr. Johnson shrugs, and the liquid goes down in one swallow- how he’s able to do that, you don’t think you want to know.

“And on that note,” Melissa wipes the beer that dribbled down her chin with the hem of her sleeve. “I think I’m done.”

“No!” you protest. “You almost completed the challenge! We just have to get to the last bar!”

Your girlfriend stumbles down the road with you to the last bar.

“Everyone has to get a drink at the last bar,” you tell them with a drunken smile. “I’ll even allow you all to choose your own drink so there’s no gagging.”

By some Grace of God, nobody ends up hugging the porcelain that night. The next morning, however, nobody is thrilled to be awake. The eight of you all claim that you’re never drinking again.

“Until New Years!” Ava chimes in as she rubs at her temples.

It takes until about noon for your last guest to head out, and then it’s just you and your girlfriend laying on the couch attempting to revive yourselves from these killer hangovers.

“It was fun though,” you sigh softly.

Melissa groans. “I’m gettin’ to be too old for this shit.”

Christmas Eve finally comes and presents itself, and you find yourself in the midst of a chaotic as ever Schemmenti Christmas dinner. Seeing your girlfriend with your family reminds you of what you’re missing out on this year, and you have to excuse yourself for a few minutes to shed a few tears. Of course, your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead of the family.

“Mi amore?” you hear your girlfriend before you see her.

You quickly wipe at the tears threatening too escape your eyes. “I’m fine. Just missing my mam and dad right now a little more than I expected to.” Your eyes wander to the candle that’s sitting in the window above your bed.

“You’re allowed to miss them,” Melissa tells you softly as she sits on the bed next to you.

“I know,” you mumble as you lean into her. “I just didn’t think it would hit me this hard. I miss Ireland.”

“Just a few more months, and we’ll be in Dublin for Spring break with your parents,” your girlfriend offers quietly as she kisses your temple. She doesn’t reveal that you’ll be reunited with your parents tonight at Mass once your guests leave.

You hum, wipe your tears, take a steadying breath, and stand. “Alright. I’m good. Let’s get back down there.”

It’s a bit later that you’re cleaning up after the Schemmentis leave for the night. Mass starts at ten, so you have a bit of time to clean up and freshen yourself up before you have to head to your parish.

The two of you exit the car and walk to the church hand in hand. You’re seated in your pew and chatting quietly with each other when you feel someone tap your shoulder.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” a voice asks- a voice that you know so well but aren’t expecting to hear.

In an instant, you’re whipping around to look at the person beside you, and there are your parents in the flesh. Your arms are wrapped around them tightly and happy tears flow as you truly grapple with the fact that they’re here in Philly with you for Christmas.

This year is the first and probably only year that you end up missing Christmas Eve mass.

“How- how are you here?” you ask as you practically skip down the street back to your car. “I thought you couldn’t make it work!”

“That girlfriend of yours really loves you,” your father chuckles. “Got us tickets to and from Dublin.”

You practically jump on your girlfriend, kissing her fiercely. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Melissa just shrugs with a laugh as she kisses you back gently. “I know what my girl wants.”

It’s a nice and warm Christmas Eve, the four of you drinking beers and catching up on life before you feel your eyes beginning to grow tired. As much as you want to keep your eyes open, you find them drifting as you continue to try to keep up with the conversation.

“Just like you’ve always been,” your mother tells you with soft eyes. “I think it’s time you head up to bed, love.”

With a quiet sigh, you heave yourself up from the couch and make your way into the kitchen. You grab a plate and set a few cookies out on it before reaching for the Heineken that you had bought a bit earlier in the day. You set it on the coffee table with a smile before making your way over to your mother and hugging her tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whisper as you kiss her cheek. “Thank you for coming.”

You reach for your father. “In case Santa wants a treat,” you tell him cheekily as you press a kiss to his cheek. “I love you guys. Goodnight.”

You’re asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

Come Christmas morning, you’re up bright and early with a smile on your face. You practically dance your way down the steps, and you squeal with childlike delight at the half eaten stack of cookies and finished off beer. Melissa can only chuckle at your antics.

The two of you exchange presents quietly as you wait for your parents to wake up. It’s wonderful.

When your mom and dad (finally) make their way down the steps, breakfast is served. Melissa really outdoes herself today. The meal is light and warm, and filled with cheerful conversation. And then the four of you make your way back into the living room, and you settle in your seat by the Christmas tree.

“So, I actually have one more present for you,” your girlfriend tells you.

You raise a brow. “Mel, I thought we said only two gifts each.”

“Well, I think this one is the exception,” she tells you softly.

You don’t notice that your mother had strategically set up her phone to record what is about to take place.

“Okay?” you lean forward with excitement. The redhead hands you the small box wrapped in beautiful gold paper and lined with red ribbon.

By design, it takes you a few second to get the wrapping paper off of of the box and open it. In that time, your girlfriend subtly slips herself off of the couch, pulls the ring box out of her sweatshirt pocket, and is on one knee.

There’s an ornament in the box, and it has the inscription, “Our first Christmas engaged”.

“What?” you whisper to yourself as you thumb over the beautiful script. “Melissa.” And when you turn to face her on the couch, you don’t see her green eyes like you expect to. You lower your eyesight, and there is the second grade teacher down on her knee.

“Marry me?” she asks simply.

You just stare at her, eyes wide, with your hands clapped over your mouth. You can’t believe that she’s asking you to marry her.

“Say something!” your dad implores you to answer.

“Yes!” You tackle her on the floor in a hug, and your now fiancee can only laugh as she attempts to slip the ring on your finger.

It’s only a few hours later that your parents are asleep on the couch, and you’re laying on top of Melissa by the Christmas tree, admiring the rock that now sits on your finger perfectly.

“Good Christmas?” she asks you softly.

You nod and lean up to kiss her. “The best.”

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