#reader: both of you shut the fuck up we're trying to fix a goddamn eye. i just wanna go back home and get a mcwhopper from burger king even

[chocoenvy]

I have this idea for the villain sagau. Like, what if during the hunt for the reader, the reader has gone through the three current regions and is currently hiding somewhere. But the acolytes don't know where the imposter is hiding so they all band together to look for them.

On one certain day, they're all in Mond for hunting reasons when one of the sisters from the cathedral tells the acolytes that there's ominous music coming from the cathedral. All the acolytes go to the cathedral and there at the pipe organ is the reader.

I'm not sure what song is ominous enough but I think Toccate and Fugue in D minor sounds pretty ominous. You can choose the music if you don't like it

Also, can I be 🦝 anon?

NO BC THAT'S ACTUALLY SO FUNNY-

they don't know where the reader is, they're on their toes ready for the imposter to strike at any moment. Who knows what you'll try to do...

only for the next time they find you, for you to be playing ominous music on the fucking organ (or, if you wanna be funky, playing welcome to the black parade on the organ)

and they're probably all shaking in their boots bc holy shit are you about to kill them? You're the imposter after all you must have bad intentions.

Nope, you're just a menace.

also yes! You can be 🦝 anon!

[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

— 3k words

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa—Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

[saudade-mayari]

Not Your Cup of Tea

Kento Nanami x fem!reader

warnings: Angst, cursing, suggestive content, alcohol

a/n: This fic is intended for @konoblog-simps Anniversary collab! DAY 2: ANGST. Click here to check our masterlist!

You knew Kento was never the type of person to get engaged in some petty arguments. You knew that behind that stoic attitude is a self-composed man, but this time just felt so different. You know how different it's going to be. Kento’s a naturally kind person with a golden heart. He is compassionate, and you could almost say that he's just a perfect man every lady would swoon over, but you are just so over with this stupid setup that both of you agreed with from the first place.

You tried to calm yourself with scotch and cigar in your hand. Making sure every sip you do would sting in your throat, smelling the smoke wandering around the balcony, the sticky but almost chilly air clung to your skin while observing the tall buildings, light flashes of the cars passing by the main roads.

Soon enough, you felt a hand snaked around your waist. Circularly caressing the black bodycon dress while eyeing your low line v-neck that revealed your cleavage, giving you a flirtatious smile. "Are you alone?"

"Obviously. Can't you tell?"

An evident smirk formed around his lips, his fingers resting on his chin while observing you head to toe. Thoroughly captivated by the petite figure that has probably gotten the attention of the man. "Feisty. I like it."

Originally it was never in your master plan to seduce and get laid down tonight, you just want to drink and release all your stress, but this would be an excellent chance to stop thinking about your decisions and him. Entirely driven by the dream of making it in a "man's world”, you submitted to the male's attention, closing yourself to him while his grip tightened on your waist. "I am much more feisty than you think."

"Let's test that thing, shall we?"

A smirk formed in your plumped lips as soon as he agreed, testing every bit of your patience and the remaining ounce of integrity, but you aren't here to be some kind of saint and martyr. You're just here to party, and taking advantage of this man's desires would completely fill up your night.

The moment both of you had stepped outside the crowded premises, the man snuggled his lips on your neck. You closed your eyes. Yes, that's just it. The feeling of craved and longed sex, but it was all damned interrupted by some bastard you never wished to see. He stood tall and composed, but you can see how his jaw is clenched in anger and annoyance.

"Dude, get away from here. We're doing our thing here." The man said. You tried to softly push him away, trying to stop him from fueling his anger.

"I say you go away. You're not worth my time." His cold voice commanded the man that was originally flirting with you.

"Kento-"

He silenced you with one lecherous look, his large hands taking you away from the crowded premises and dragging you down the hotel bar and into his car. "What the fuck, Kento? You can't just drag me away whenever you want!"

Nanami's grip on the steering wheel tightened, the veins visible from those bare hands while his eyes constantly fixed from the roads. "Shut up. We'll talk later."

A grin formed on your lips, every ounce of audacity he does after the scene he had created in the conference hall was beyond offensive. "There's nothing to talk about. Stop the goddamned car Nanami!"

No answer. There's just no answer at all. Nanami never muttered a single word, not until when you both reached his condominium. The familiar scent, the very surroundings where you both used to fuck in every corner.

"Why did you accept the higher-up's request? You could say no."

Still, in his suit, he sat down at an empty table and began browsing through some newspapers, always amazed by the fact that grammatically misconstrued platitudes could be taken seriously as world politics. However, this time, he was not focusing on the contents. Instead, he was waiting for you to answer, desperately trying to keep himself composed.

"And you're supposed to decide for me? I'm just as capable as you are. Don't you dare underestimate me, Kento!"

He finally slammed the newspapers, losing the thin patience he has. You saw this coming already but still seeing Nanami at this state was always beyond your expectations. You are afraid of him.

"I know, dammit! But are you not aware of your role? You're going to be a goddamned stripper on an unfamiliar bar to get that S-grade curse. It's the target. The curse's target."

"And what of it?! You talk as if I'm not even experienced from this."

The incident that has been going for three years had reports of strippers on one particular bar are disappearing. As of today, the number increased and slowly went out of hand, thinking that this mission would be the perfect way to get away from his clutches.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. You have no damned idea y/n!. Before you get ahold of that damned S-grade curse, you'll be fantasized by some ruffians out in that cheap bar."

"And what of it?"

"Worse, you'll be sexualized. It's a damned solo mission. You think I'll let you go just like that?!"

"And what of it?! Jesus Kento, you are confusing as hell! Can't you just let me go?! If you really want to be that good-old-friend you claim to be, then fucking let me go. I don't need your prepositions or your lectures. You don't own me. At all. I made it clear the moment you have told me we’re nothing but friends."

He smirked. Closing the distance between you and him. You are clearly getting on his nerves, but both of you knew it was just more than that. Friends?

Lie.

You just wanted to escape this situation, and the fastest escape is this damned mission. Nanami took off his glasses then loosen up his necktie, cornering you by the wall. His fingers starts to trace your chin down to your neck whilst his face traced your cheeks, then up to your earlobe. His hands slipping down your dress to slowly hike it up. You bit your lip. Every grip was strong, and it all hurts. It was this very same feeling.

The feeling you desperately want to get away with.

He took a few steps closer, finally closing any distance left in your bodies while he brushed down to your waist, almost wrapping all the way around his other arm. Leaning in, grazing his cheek against your ear. “Are you sure about that? You know it’s nothing but stupidity.”

"Kento, get away. I don’t want you in my life anymore. Stop deciding for me."

Your knees are breaking down by his touch, his voice, his possessiveness that you don't seem to understand anymore, and anytime soon, you know you'll totally give in to this man. Again. Just like how it always does, but it was different now. The words you decided to let go was something he never wished not to hear.

The words you said without even asking what he feels for you.

His hand let loose, leaving a mark on the areas he gripped hard and finally giving you both the distance that would definitely scar on your entire lives.

“Make sure you won’t regret it y/n.”

[rogue-barnes-16]

HEAL ME (part IX/X)

Summary: she was a nurse. He was a soldier. They fell in love at first sight. It was beautiful, true love. But something isn’t beautiful because it lasts.

Pairing: 40's!Bucky Barnes x nurse!Reader

Title: You'll never know

Genre: hypocritical fluff

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Warnings: language, angst, death

A/N: if you got this far, you just know you're about to suffer. If it makes y'all feel better, I suffered writing it, too so yeah, we're even. Hope you "enjoy" it lol <3.

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STEVE'S P. O. V.

I sighed, arms crossed over my chest while my mind roamed the pros and cons of Bucky's request. "She's gonna get mad." I finally replied, lifting my eyes to look at my bestfriend. "She's gonna get really mad, Buck."

"C'mon Steve." he whined, taking a couple of steps in my direction. "I didn't ask for anything in all this time, now I need ya to do me this favor and you're gonna say no?"

I shook my head no. "that's the thing, pal, 's not a regular favor." I peaked at our sides and lowered my tone to speak again. "You're asking me to leave our nurse out of this mission."

"alright, Stevie. Tell me ya think she's needed in this mission." he retorted, slowly building up a point that I knew I wouldn't be able to take down. "Let's say someone gets hurt, what do we do? We take whoever it is all the way back to the cliff?" I averted my eyes, well aware that he was right. "It's a suicide mission, either we come back with Zola, or we don't come back. So please, leave her out of this one." I pursed my lips, still hesitant about taking that decision. "Steve, for fucks sake, I love her."

I took a moment before responding. "She's gonna hate me."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"what the hell was that?" I questioned, genuinely confused about Steve's decision to leave me out of this one mission, alleging zero reasons. "He can't fuckin' do that without Philips' permission."

"Ya heard him, ya ain't coming." Bucky stated putting on his blue coat without sparing me one single look. "ya ain't needed."

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" my question held a warning tone, letting him know I didn't like one bit what he was saying.

"we don't need medical assistance in this one." he replied, a little quieter than his voice had been in the previous sentence.

"Suddenly y'all know when I'm needed?" I started to pace.

"Ya heard Steve, doll."

"Yah, and now he's gonna hear me." I made my way to Captain America's tent, but right before reaching it, Bucky’s hand was tugging my arm. "what the hell ya doin' now?"

He only let go when we were far enough from the camp for them to hear us. "It wasn't Steve's idea." he confessed. "I don't want you to come."

"You can't do that." I stated in a growl-like tone. "You can't leave me out of missions 'cause you're scared of losing me." I stepped closer to him, not breaking eye contact for a single second. "you think I ain't scared of losing ya?" I whispered with concern mixing with the anger in my voice. "you think I don't wanna pull your self-deprecating ass outta the battlefield and drag you back to Brooklyn?" he slightly tilted his head to the side, his slate blue eyes roaming all over my body, and getting lost here and there. "But I don't do it, 'cause I know I can't,' cause this doesn't work like that."

"what if you could?" his hushed tone made it seem as if he was about to confess a secret no one knew. "What if it worked like that?" I frowned, not really understanding what he wanted me to. "what if we come back home?"

"What- what d'ya mean?" I muttered, trying not to get any hopes beforehand.

His fingers intertwined with mines hesitantly, and, after licking his lips, a half smile that I had only see the night we met appeared in his gaze. "y'know what I mean." he closed the distance between us, his lips ghosting over mines. "I wanna take ya back to Brooklyn, to a house of ours."

"Bucky..." I could feel my legs shaking as swallowed, trying to calm down before attempting to form a proper sentence. "I... Steve-- what 'bout Steve?"

"That punk got this handled, and Carter got him handled. I've had enough of this bullshit," he murmured, pecking my lips in the most tender way. "I just wanna wake up every day in an actual bed with you besides me. I wan' a future with my best gal that doesn't include war and death."

His eyes, that had been casted down to our feet during his little speech, came back to mine, and to his dismay —and to my damn luck—, I saw the trick. "Ya gonn' ask me to stay out of this mission again, and then ya gonna promise me we'll leave when you come back, don't ya?"

"Doll..." he clenched his jaw, unable to deny that disappointing truth that had just ruined my brief hopes.

"ya think I'm a lil gal?" I inquired, pulling away from him. "you'll come back, and we won't leave, I'm not stupid James."

"Please trust me on this one." he pleaded, with pain in his voice, the same pain that was making my heart clench, the pain caused by the fact that what Bucky had just described was impossible. "Please Y/n... Why can't ya trust me?"

"Fuck 'cause it's been more than two years and you're still protecting Steve, not giving a fuck 'bout your life!" a tear was shed, but I was fast enough to wipe it away.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"we both know that when you come back, we're not leaving." she now refused to look at me in the eye, and, even if it hurt like hell, I knew why she wouldn't believe me.

But it was alright, she didn't have to believe me, I thought. "Ya don't take my word? Alright, you don't gotta, I'll prove it to ya." I informed her, trying my best to calm my nerves by gripping the ring in my pocket.

"Stark's already waiting for ya." she mumbled, hugging herself. "Ya better leave already."

I was going to leave, but a chill ran down my spine, and I stepped towards Y/n, taking advantage of her eyes fixed on the plane situated in our left to steal a kiss from her lips.

"I love you." I waited a few seconds for her to say it back, but she didn't. Instead, she kept her eyes shut while a couple of tears ran down her cheeks. "and I know you love me, you don't gotta say it." I said, more to myself that to her, cleaning her tears. "See ya later, doll."

I turned around and, after taking a couple of steps away, I heard a weak whisper, tamed by the anger and the pride. "Come back to me, Barnes."

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READER'S P. O. V.

I hugged myself, standing in the outside of the camp. Not even the way too large for my size coat that belonged to Dum Dum was enough to endure a few minutes in the coldness of that night in London.

I wouldn't have come outside if it wasn't because we had just received a weak, really brief transmission from Gabe, informing us that they succeeded.

That's all he said, that they succeeded. Or at least all he had time to say. That they succeeded.

A minute or so after I had started to freeze out, I saw Stark's small plane preparing to land. I ran towards them, partially because I was so eager to fix things with Bucky —to tell him that I trusted him and I loved him, to assured him I believed him—, partially because I needed the heat provided by a run, even if it was the tiniest.

Gabe and Morita climbed out of the vehicle first, escorting Zola with both of his guns pointed at him. "Take him to the camp, then go straight to the infirmary, will ya?" Morita nodded without looking at me, and Gabe sniffed quietly.

It was then that I hesitated before resuming my approach to the plane, because now it felt as if something wasn't right.

As if the mission had gone wrong.

Since they came back with Zola, that didn't seem possible, but I wasn't able to shake that feeling away.

I wasn't in a rush any longer, because suddenly it came to me that maybe something had gone wrong, that maybe someone wasn't in the plane.

Dum Dum and Montgomery were the next to leave the plane, helping Steve.

Steve who had gotten injured, that was it, nothing else. Then, why couldn't I shake that goddamn feeling off me?

I peaked at the inside of the plane to see only Jaques inside with his face buried in both his hands. He was crying too.

But there was no body.

"Where's Bucky?" I questioned, turning around to face Steve. I double checked him and noticed he didn't have any injuries. "Steve. Where's Bucky." no one answered. "Where the hell is James?!"

"we-" Dum Dum swallowed, holding back his tears. He was the only one who dared to look at my face. "he- he fell off... the train."

The world around me stopped and everything disappeared for a moment.

"what?" I barely heard my own voice.

"he was with Steve and I think a hole..." Gabe's words digged deep into me. I no longer could hear what he was telling me, because Bucky had been protecting Steve.

I didn't think much about it. I couldn't. The next thing I remember was my hand slapping Steve's face with such a force that it made him stumble.

"Are you fucking HAPPY?!" my feet led me to Steve once again, probably ready to hit him again, but I felt a tug on both my arms, holding me back. "HE WAS HERE 'CAUSE OF YOU! CAUSE IN TWO GODDAMN YEARS YOU COULDN'T SEE HE WAS HURTING!!"

"Y/n—"

"and now FUCK- he got killed protecting you' cause that's the only thing he was here for!" I tried to reach him again and I felt another tug. "YOU FUCKIN' DRAGGED HIM HERE! AND YOU DRAGGED ME TOO! AND NOW HE'S DEAD AND THE ONLY REASON I'M NOT 'S 'CAUSE OF HIM"

My voice cracked. Badly. My legs hit the ground. I felt two arms hugging me and I realized it was Jaques when some French words were whispered against my hair.

I came to my senses just to realize I was crying heavily. Steve was too. After a while I would realized how guilty he felt, how bad my words stung his golden heart, but truth needed to be said.

Right?

Maybe not, maybe I was being terribly unfair, but I felt as if I was dying, and my mind was too focused on the regret and the pain, to realize I had made a mistake.

[lil-papaya-tifosi]

Masterlist

Admin: Dezzy

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 3782

Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), sub/dom themes, lotsa dirty talk, unprotected sex, choking

Summary: Working in an office monitor room can get pretty boring, but when your friend and co-worker decides to make things interesting, does he go too far?

Nothing ever happens in this goddamned office. You're not even sure why they need a security monitor to watch over the cameras, but here you are, sat in a dark room on the bottom floor of Park & Co., wasting your life away as you watch over the monitors. You see the usual employees doing their everyday work, same old same old. Your eyelids grow heavy as you stare at the screens, feeling as if you might doze off out of boredom. You look at the clock and read 12:25, which means any minute they should-

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door, and you excitedly rush over, your regularly scheduled company very welcome. A large smile spreads across your face as you pull open the door, being met with a smiling Taehyung holding a bag of snacks from the upstairs vending machine. This was your lunch every day since you were always too lazy to make lunch in the morning. However, as he comes in and sits in his usual spot on the ground, you notice something, or rather someone, missing.

"Where's Hobi?" You ask, raising an eyebrow before closing the door. "Oh, he said he had to do something and then he'd be in. Now hurry up and pick what you want before I pick, I'm starving." Taehyung replies as he dumps the contents of the bag onto the floor. You nod, sitting down on the floor and humming to yourself as you pick out three snacks for yourself. "So, you see anything interesting on the cameras today?" He asks, opening up a bag of chips. "Is there ever anything interesting?" You chuckle, rolling your eyes. "Well, Minyong spilled coffee all over herself and cried." He tells you, making you laugh. "I must've fallen asleep then. Damn, I can't believe I missed that." You giggle.

You loved this time of day, when you could just relax with your best friends. From your first week here, Hoseok had been super friendly to you, and when Taehyung joined on as an intern, he was recruited as well to make your little group.

"Sorry I'm late, Namjoon wanted my opinion on some paperwork." The door pushes open, Hoseok walking in. "Aw, you guys picked without me?" He pouts, making you smile. "Yup. You're left with the veggie chips, a Slim Jim, and a cookie at least." Taehyung says and Hoseok takes his seat. "Well, at least there's a cookie." Hoseok sighs as he opens up the wrapper.

You listen as they talk about boring work stuff, your eyes wandering over to the monitor. "Oh, hey, Y/N. I heard a rumor that two of the newbies keep disappearing into the storage room on floor eleven together. Have you seen anything?" Hoseok asks. "What the hell? No I haven't seen it. Damn! Why do I keep missing everything exciting?" You pout. "Exciting? Seeing two people go into a closet isn't that exciting. If there was a camera in the closet though, that would be fun." Taehyung chuckles. "You're right. But sadly, no camera in the closets." You reply, Hoseok raising an eyebrow at you.

"Sadly? What, do you wanna see people fucking in the office? Y/N, are you a voyeur?" Hoseok mockingly gasps, the accusation brining a light pink tint to your cheeks. "I-I never, you know, I never said that I-" "Holy shit she is." Taehyung cuts you off, gasping. "I didn't say that!" You throw a bunched up wrapper at him. "Honestly, Y/N, that's pretty hot. We won't make fun of you for that." Hoseok shrugs, and you can't tell if he's being honest or not. "You won't, but I will." Taehyung corrects him, causing you both to roll your eyes.

Lunch being over hours ago, you lean back in your chair, back to boring work as you watch over the monitor. You start to look at that supply closet door more often, wondering if the rumor is true. So far, nothing. Just the same old boring office. You look around and see Taehyung at his desk, throwing tiny paper balls at Jungkook at the desk across from him. You shake your head at your friend as you look for the other one. Spotting the bright red hair, you notice Hoseok looks a bit uncomfortable, shifting in his seat and, pulling at his pants a little. Maybe the pants he was wearing were too tight? But, they didn't look too tight when he came in for lunch.

You watch as he licks his lips and looks around, his hand running over his pants again. He stands up, fixing himself once more before hurrying to the break room on his floor, locking the door behind him. He closes the blinds in the room, looking quiet suspicious. What the hell is he doing? He grabs a chair from a table and sits down, his body facing away from the door, but towards your camera. He licks his lips and looks around again, and you wonder what he'd doing, until his hand runs over his pants again, and you finally realize the bulge in his tight slacks.

He starts to loosen his tie, his head falling back somewhat dramatically. Once his tie is undone, he starts to slowly work on the buttons of his shirt, his toned abdomen slowly being revealed to you. You knew he was hot, he and Taehyung were both incredibly attractive men, but seeing him like this, his shirt now completely undone, his abs on full display, your breath hitches as your tongue runs over your lips.

No. You can't do this. You can't watch this. You can't watch as your best friend does, whatever he's doing. It just seems, wrong. But, even though you feel wrong, you can't tear your eyes away, watching as he palms himself again, his hips raising to meet his touch as his head falls back. You feel dirty as you watch his slim fingers work on his belt, his hand reaching into his underwear, and you gasp as he pulls out his cock. You never in a million years thought you'd see your friend like this, his hand wrapped around his impressive length, yet here you are, watching as your panties start to get uncomfortably wet.

The first pump has his mouth hung open, and you only wish you had audio, wondering if he was actually making any noise. His voice is so soothing normally, his sounds and whispers must be so nice. You wonder again if you should really be watching him, doing something so dirty. He looks up, directly at the camera, giving a small smirk that you know very well. He does that sly smirk every dirty comment and smooth pick up line he gives you. The teasing flirting. That's all you thought it was, just friendly banter. But, did he have other intentions?

You continue to watch, your fingers twitching and your thighs rubbing together as he loses himself, eyes shut, head back, his mouth hung open as he starts to pump himself faster. You couldn't help it. You loved watching. Seeing a person so vulnerable, succumbing to their desires and getting lost in pleasure. You're practically drooling as his hips move, his cock fucking into his hand, his moves getting a bit sloppy. His teeth capture his bottom lip as his free hand runs through his hair, pushing it back. You start to wonder what it'd be like to be in that room, to be able to touch him, hear him, taste him...

His head falls back once more, his face flushed as he releases, his cum landing on his abdomen, his hips slowing down as he relaxes back into the chair, catching his breath. Once he's calmed down he tucks himself back into his pants, grabs a tissue to clean off his stomach and chest, and fixes his shirt and tie before taking out his phone. What is he doing now? At that moment, your phone pings, a text coming through. He takes one more look at the camera, winking before he exits the break room. You're speechless as you reach for your phone, reading the text you received.

Hoseok: I hope you enjoyed the show 😉

After the little show Hoseok put on for you, you couldn't even look him in the eye without turning pink. It's been almost a week and still you stutter when you speak to him and avoid eye contact as much as possible. You can't help but think back to how good he looked, and you can't stop yourself from thinking more about him. You want him, bad, and you think he knows it. Even now, as you make small talk with Taehyung, you can feel Hoseok's eyes on you, making your heart race.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot, I have to talk to Namjoon about something. I'm supposed to meet him outside. I'll see you guys later." Hoseok says, standing up. "Oh, alright. We still on for tonight?" Taehyung asks, you assuming they have some guys night planned. "Yeah man. I'll see you then. Bye, Y/N." Hoseok smiles at you before leaving. Taehyung starts to say something, but you jump up too. "I have to run to the restroom. I'll be back in a few." You tell him before hurrying out, leaving him by himself.

When you come back, you find the room empty, and assume Taehyung left to go back to his cubicle. You move to sit back down at your desk, but a knock on the door stops you. Sighing, you go to open the door, and are surprised to Hoseok standing there, running his fingers through his hair. "Hey." He smirks, confusing you. "Hey, I thought you were going to talk to Namjoon." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, I did. He just wanted to make plans to go out this weekend. Where's Taehyung?" He asks, stepping into the room while rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess he went back to his desk. He was gone when I got back." You tell him as you close the door.

Now alone with him, tension sets in the room like a thick mist. Your heart races as he smirks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "So, since we're alone, I wanted to talk to you." He says, catching you a bit off guard. "Uh, yeah? About what?" You ask, trying to keep your cool, but your voice failing you. He notices, moving closer to you. You look towards the ground, but your view is blocked by his body as he stands directly in front of you, his hands moving to gently grip the back of your arms. "I think you know what I want to talk about, sweetheart." He says, his voice deeper, sending a chill through you. "Um, I-I don't, um, know what-" "Did you watch?" He cuts you off. You continue to look away, your silence giving him his answer. "Did you enjoy it?"

You bite your bottom lip, the images replaying in your head for the millionth time. You give a small nod is what you give him, and he responds with a deep hum, almost like a growl. "Have you been thinking about it a lot?" Another nod is his answer. "Y/N, look at me, sweetheart." He commands softly, and you obey, making eye contact with him for the first time in a week. His eyes are dark, full of lust, his soft lips slightly parted as he smirks down at you. You're so close you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face as his thumbs start to gently caress the back of your biceps. When he leans in closer, you don't try to stop him. Instead, you wait impatiently for him to connect his lips with yours in a light kiss. It's warm and electrifying, but quick as he pulls pulls back, as if he's testing the waters, he looks at your face for confirmation that it was ok.

It's you that kisses him this time, reaching up and pulling him down by the back of his neck, moving your lips against his needily. He groans in response, kissing with more force this time. You moan into him as he bites your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he slowly walks you backwards, your back hitting the wall. As soon as it does, his hands move to your wrists, grabbing them and pinning them above your head and his tongue explores, and you let him do whatever he wants. It's been quite a bit since you've been with anyone, so you're prepared and eager to accept whatever he does to you. His lips move from your lips down to your neck as his hands leave your wrists in favor of unbuttoning your blouse.

You help him by shrugging it off your shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. He wastes no time in grabbing your breasts, kneading them through your bra as he nips at your collarbone, leaving small marks in his wake. You close your eyes, tilting your head back against the wall and gripping his arms as you get lost in his warmth, small, breathy moans escaping your lips. "Hobi." You moan softly, almost a whisper. He growls in response, pulling back and looking down at you with hooded eyes while licking his lips. "I need you, baby. So bad. Wanna help me?" He asks, his thumb caressing your cheek. You nod a bit too eagerly, wondering what he needs and ready to give whatever it is. "Good girl. On your knees."

You comply immediately, dropping to your knees as soon as he gives you room. "So obedient. Are you normally like this, or is it just special for me?" He asks, smirking. You don't respond as he starts to unbuckle his belt, salivating as you remember what you saw over the cameras, excited to finally see it in person. His pants pool around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt as you reach up, admiring the tent in his boxers as you rub it. "Well? Are you gonna just look or are you gonna do something about it?" He hisses, his harsh tone pushing you into action. You pull down his boxers, letting them join his pants as you watch his cock bounce free. It's longer than you expected, not too thin, with a nice curve to it. Precum already leaks at the angry red head, and you wonder how long he's been hard. You reach up to wrap your hand around it, earning another hiss from him.

Your eyes meet his as you start to pump him, his mouth hung open in relief, giving you the sense of confidence. You continue to pump him slowly for a bit, enjoying the soft moans he lets out before he pushes your hand away, gripping his cock himself. "Open up, baby." He orders. Your jaw hangs slack, your tongue resting flat atop your bottom row of teeth, keeping eye contact with him as he guides his cock to your awaiting mouth. He moans as you wrap your lips around him, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "Agh, fuck." He mutters, pulling out just to thrust back in. He grabs your hair, starting to slowly fuck into your mouth. You hum around him, earning a loud groan from him.

Your jaw starts to ache, tears stinging your eyes as you keep eye contact with him, trying your best to not gag. "Feels so fucking good baby. Been dreaming about this." He admits, his hair starting to stick to his forehead as his grip on your hair grows tighter. A mixture of drool and his precum starts to spill from the corners of your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy, his groan more frequent as he puts both of his hands in your hair. "Sh-ah, ooo baby. I'm gonna cum." He groans, one last thrust being all it takes to have him spilling into your mouth, the bitter liquid sliding down your throat as you swallow it all after he pulls away. "Did you really do that without me having to tell you?" He asks, you nodding in response. "Holy fuck you're perfect. Standing up and face the wall."

You do as he says, standing and putting your hands flat against the cool surface, arching your back so your ass sticks out. "You're so good, sweetheart. Someone must've trained you well. Lucky guy." Hoseok hums, kneeling down behind you. He cups your ass in both of his hands, gripping it through your pants. "You're soaking through your pants, baby. Why don't we get you out of them?" He stands up, reaching around to unbutton them while placing kisses across your shoulders. Once he gets them undone he pulls them down along with your panties, letting them bundle around your ankles. He reaches under you, palming your pussy, his bare hand making you shiver. "So fucking wet baby. Are you ready?" He asks, sliding a finger across your slit. You nod and whimper in response, desperate for whatever he has to offer you.

You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your slit, your hips moving back even more in need. He slides it up and down your slit, coating it in your slick as he teases you. "Hobi, please. I need you." You pout, too needy to handle teasing at the moment. "You need me, huh? How much do you need me? Tell me how much you need my cock." He says, continuing his torture. "Mm, fuck I need you so bad, Hobi. I need you to fuck me good and hard until I'm shaking. I've been craving your cock ever since I saw it on the cameras. Please just fu-aaahhhh!" You cry out as he slams into you, cutting off your sentence as his cock stretches you out deliciously. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good." He groans, gripping your hips as he bottoms out.

He starts to thrust slowly, allowing you to adjust before he starts to pick up the pace. The sounds of your moans, his grunts, and skin slapping echoes off the walls of the small room, the heat between your bodies increasing drastically. "Ah, fuck Hoseok." You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock sliding along your slick walls. You almost scream as his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging on it harshly to bring you closer to him. "Your pussy feels so good, I already feel like cumming. This is exactly what I imagined when I was jerking myself off. I've wanted you for so fucking long, I couldn't help but imagine how you'd look speared on my cock." He grunts between thrusts, making you go crazy. You've always loved dirty talk, and by the sound of it, he's amazing at it.

His hand leaves your hair in favor of wrapping around your throat, the action making your head spin. It's incredible how you've never actually discussed kinks with him, but he's hitting every one of yours. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit harshly, your walls contracting around him. "Shit. I'm closer than I thought. I'm not cumming first though. Come on, baby. I want you to cum for me." He groans, picking up his pace even more as he abuses your clit. His grip on your throat gets a little tighter as he pounds into you, and you start to feel a little light headed as your body begins to shake, your end quickly approaching. A few more thrusts is all it takes for you to let go, clenching around him as you cum, his name tumbling silently from your lips.

"Ah, shit, fuck!" He cries out, pulling out of you quickly and releasing all over your ass, the warm substance sliding down the back of your thighs. His hands rest on your hips as you both catch your breath, your cheek resting against the wall. "Fuck, that was amazing." He gasped, pushing his hair out of your face. You nod, now exhausted. "Do you have any tissues or anything so I can clean you up?" He asks, you silently pointing to a small table in the corner of the room. He grabs a couple of tissues, you staying still until he wipes everything up, placing a small kiss on the back of your thighs once they're all clean. "You did so well, sweetheart." He smiles, and you blush at the praise. You turn around, your legs slightly wobbly, but you steady yourself with your back to the wall. You finally get to see him, still practically dressed, his bangs sticking to his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He still looks incredible.

He fixes his clothes, making sure everything is buttoned and zipped before helping you back into your own clothes. "So, you think we can do this again sometime?" He smirks, walking over to your desk. "Definitely." You smile back. He pulls the desk chair out and stops, looking down under the desk and smirking deviously. "Well, sweetheart. Looks like you aren't the only voyuer in this group." He says, confusing you until he pulls the chair out completely, revealing a scrunched up Taehyung hiding under your desk. "Oh my god!" You cry out, hiding your body even though you're already dressed. "H-Hi, Y/N." He stutters, not bothering to crawl out, knowing very well you'll beat him when he does. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were back at your desk!" You shout.

"Well, I wasn't. Once you left to use the restroom I hid under here so I could scare you when you came and sat down, but then you came back, and so did Hoseok, and, well..." He trails off, you obviously knowing what he meant. "But, you could've like, said something instead of just watching!" You pout, not realizing until afterwards how that sounded. "Wait, do you mean if I said something, you would've let me join?" He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. "No chance in hell, kid. Now get out of here so I can spend a little more time with my lady." Hoseok says, giving the younger male a slight kick in the leg. "Ow! Fine! I'm going!" Taehyung cries, crawling out from under the desk and hurrying out of the room.

Hoseok takes a seat in the desk chair, smiling at you and patting his lap. You bounce over to him, gladly taking your seat as you lean back against him. "So, your 'lady', huh? Is that what I am now?" You giggle. "If you wanna be. What do you say, sweetheart? Wanna be mine?"

[g7turnup]

Hesitate

A Jackson X Reader fanfic

Summary: Your best friends with the famous Jackson Wang. Little does he know your in love with him, and it's causing you to push yourself away from him. See what happens when he finds out why you've been acting strange lately.

Rated: M for language and sexual content

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You were tired: mentally and physically. Tired of all the pain he made you feel without trying. Jackson Wang was your best friend. That's right a celebrity was friends with someone like you; best friends with YOU. Little did the Wang puppy know you wanted more than that. You were in love with him; more so each day. He always put everyone above himself: it was nice but, you were sick of seeing him sick and tired because of it. You knew you shouldn't have fallen for him. He was trouble, and he had told you himself he wouldn't date anyone because he was at his prime in his career. "I need to focus on myself." He'd always say; it was funny how he'd say that but he wasn't taking very good care of himself at all. You grew colder and colder as your love for him grew stronger. You hurt every day seeing him sick, tired or hurt. You wanted so much to take care of him, baby him. But you knew if you had you'd loose yourself becoming completely entranced by him; so in result this cold air that was a wall you were building between him and you became bigger and bigger. You sat on your couch deep in thought staring at the back of the boys head as he was raiding your kitchen. He always did this any time he came to visit, you didn't mind at least he was getting something out of visiting you. Jackson pulled you out of your thoughts turning around to face you.

"Y/N isn’t it your birthday in a few days? Let's go out and have some fun huh?" You sighed wanting nothing more than to have fun with your best friend again but you didn’t trust yourself anymore.

"No Jackson hyung I don't want to do anything." You layed your head back as he approached you

"Awh c’mon Y/N you need to have some fun. You've been all tense lately. Maybe you'll meet a cute boy while we are out!" With that he had done it: the boy managed to set you off in less than a minute.

“Jackson you idiot let it go! I said I didn’t want to go celebrate with you!” His eyes grew big surprised at your blow up; confused as to what he said that set you off.

“Y/N… what's wrong with you lately? Did I do something to make you so cold with me all the time? Let me fix it please? I can't loose you. You’re my best friend.” Jackson slowly sat himself down next to you, staring at you with sad eyes. You quickly stood yourself up resisting your urge to kiss him right then.

“That's the issue!”

“What?”

“I cant do it anymore! I can’t be your best friend anymore Jackson! We're done!” You took large strides towards your door to leave at least until he left himself. You were just about to grab the handle when a hand grasped your arm stopping you.

“Y/N talk to me! What did I do? Why can't we be friends anymore? Tell me what's wrong dammit! If your going to leave you better have a damn good reason! Stop being..!” You quickly grabbed his face pressing his lips to yours. A tear slowly slid down your face. All this time this was all you had craved, all you ever wanted: the touch of his soft warm lips on yours; but yet your heart was aching with pain: you were about to loose him forever by doing this, which was something you couldn’t bare. Your memories with him flying through your mind as the phrase 'good bye' continuously repeated itself louder and louder. You suddenly came back to reality when your warm tears met his and your lips: you almost immediately pulled away.

“This is why! I can’t sit here and watch you not take care of yourself, or sit here and watch you constantly put everyone else over you! I can’t because it hurts me! It hurts me...that I can’t take care of you…baby you when you need it. It hurts me because...I’m…in love with you Jackson. I know you don’t feel the same, even if you did your focusing on your career so you won’t take any action. I can’t do it anymore Jackson… it hurts me too much!” you turned away unable to look at him. You felt pathetic, you sobbed uncontrollably at the thought of loosing him forever. Jackson remained silent his grip slightly tightening on your arm. “You don’t have to say anything, I know it changes everything…I’ll just show myself out of your life now…” you reached for the doorknob once more, opening the door. Jackson stepped in front of you pushing the door back shut not allowing you to leave. His grip on your arm tightened even more. He remained silent for a while as if contemplating what to say.

“I…need time to think of what to say…hold on…” You grabbed his hand that was squeezing your arm removing it.

“Don’t need to say anything I already know your response. I don’t want to hear I’m sorry' from you either.” You put your head down as you finally headed out.

You walked to the café that was down the street from your place. You sat in the corner with your head down sobbing: it was all over. You sat there crying until you felt dried out. You headed to the wash room to clean yourself up a little before heading home. When you walked out the sky was almost completely dark. 'he's had to go home by now' was all you could think the whole way. You were exhausted, your face red and puffy from tears, your eyes red and glassy. You unlocked your door entering to see Jackson sitting on the couch waiting for you. He stared at you with sad eyes looking at your state.

“Y/N…are you ok?” he stood up walking towards you.

“Why are you still here? Leave.” You said numbly.

“No, I need you to hear what I have to say.” He said softly. You stared at the ground refusing to make eye contact as you waited for his words. “I…it’s like this I…uh…”

“Jackson please, just go” You mumbled.

“No! I need to say this. I…dammit why am I hesitating this much?” He licked his lips nervously. “Y/N I...” You slowly lifted your head to look at him feeling frustrated.

“Jackson just go I can’t..!” Jackson pressed his lips to yours quickly, his soft lips taking over yours. He pulled your body close to his, embracing you. He lightly bit your lip before pulling away causing you to groan.

“Do you understand now what I want to say to you?” You looked at him with wide eyes unsure how to respond. “I feel the same way…I’ve felt the same way. I just was afraid to say or do anything because, I never wanted to loose you. It’s my prime in my career yeah, but that was just an excuse to push my feelings aside. I was afraid…I’m sorry…please don’t leave me…a day without you in my life…I can’t stand the thought of it.” You snapped back to reality with his words.

“What about you constantly trying to get me to meet guys?” You said with a shake in your voice.

“Another attempt at pushing my feelings away…I thought if you had someone you were with I’d forget those feelings…I’m sorry Y/N.” You stared into his eyes tears starting to swell up in yours.

“You’re a jerk…” you mumbled hitting his chest lightly with your fist. “how can you be so stupid…” the tears finally fell from your eyes. You repeatedly hit his chest. “I can’t leave you even if id tried…It would hurt too much.” You bit your lips trying to hold back the tears. “You stupid, stupid idio..!” Jackson quickly placed his hands on your waist and pressed his lips to yours stopping you from talking anymore. You felt your tears hitting where your lips were connected: he licked your lips removing the salty taste. He then slowly opened your mouth swirling his tongue with yours. Becoming more engraved into the kiss you both suddenly became frustrated. Jackson moved his hands to your face cupping your cheeks as you both edged slowly to the couch. Your fingers unbuttoned his pants as he slowly pressed you down onto the couch. He took off your jacket leaving you in your tank top. He began kissing in the nook of your neck and all over your collar bone. He paused looking down at you.

“You’re so goddamn perfect Y/N.” you stayed silent looking into his eyes, he stared at your figure before licking his lips. He ripped off his shirt and began kissing you again, he moved his kisses down to your chest pushing your tank top and bra straps down: starting with light kisses before sucking on your skin leaving red and purple markings up and down your collar bone and chest. You layed your head back enjoying the feeling, as his hands began roaming around your body finding their way to your jeans to unbutton them. He quickly tore them off before returning to kiss you. You felt his hard on caressing your thigh as he lie on top of you. He began massaging your breast underneath your bra as his free hand traveled down to your underwear. He began swirling his tongue with yours as he moved your underwear aside with his fingers and began rubbing your already wet folds. You moaned into his mouth. “Does that feel good Y/N?” You slightly moaned letting him know to keep going. He began kissing around your collar bone once more as he starting rubbing your clit in a circular motion.

“F..fuck!” you groaned out running your fingers through his hair before resting your arms around his neck. “D..don’t stop please!” Jackson giggled under his breath before pressing his lips back to yours. He slowly entered three of his fingers into your hole as if accepting your plead. You groaned into his mouth as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you: quickly increasing his pace as he went. He began nibbling on your nipple which almost sent you over the edge. “I’m almost there…” you groaned out moaning in ecstasy. Before you could reach your high Jackson pulled his fingers out. You groaned in displeasure wanting him to finish what he had started. You quickly sat up “Jackson what are you…”

“Sh baby…I want it to be special…I want us to do this together.” He said as he slid his already unbuttoned jeans off. He then pulled off your tank top and undid your bra, leaving you in just your underwear. You quickly covered your breasts with your arms embarrassed. “What are you doing?” he said grabbing your arms laying you back on the couch pinning your arms above your head. You giggled at his forcefulness. “Your body is literally perfect so there’s no need to hide it from me…unless…you think your body is too good for me?” he giggled licking his lips staring at your pale body.

“No That’s not it! I…”

“Good!” He said quickly pressing his lips to yours. He slowly pulled out his member aligning himself with you before slowly entering you. You groaned as you adjusted to his length. “You ok? Is this ok?” he paused in his tracks. You quickly grabbed his neck pulling his lips to yours.

“I’m fine, this is…all I’ve ever wished for…to be here with you…like this…I'm being cheesy sorry I’ll…” he pressed his lips to yours leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Cheesy is adorable on you so hush…I feel the same way.” you both looked lovingly into each others eyes before sealing lips once more. Jackson slowly started pumping his length in and out of you. You gasped gripping the back of his neck for support. The room was filed with nothing but quiet moans and the creaking of the couch. Quickly Jackson started increasing his pace as he then began rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Shi..” you threw your head back. His every move hitting your g-spot just right. “Just like that! Don’t…stop…please.” Jackson continued increasing his speed. “I’m almost…”

“I am too…” he grunted out. You felt your walls clench around his length quickly sending you and him over the edge. His fluids filling you up.

“shit..” Jackson let you ride out your high before pulling himself out. He lay limp on top of you gasping for air.

“Y/N…you are everything I’ve ever wanted.” He said gasping before he pressed his lips to yours. He stared into your eyes with a serious look. “Let’s go on a date…” he said hesitantly.

“I’d…love to.” You smiled running your fingers through his hair. A huge smile spread across his face. Jackson wrapped his arms around your waist resting his head on your chest.

“Oh god I love you so much!” he said in a childish voice with, smile still engraved on his face. You also had a huge grin across your face. “but Y/N?”

“Hm?” he sat up looking at you.

“Where should we go first!”

~End~

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Author's note: Hello my dearests, It’s been a while huh? I apologize between work and the holidays coming up it's been hectic. First of all I want to say uhm...almost 900 followers!!! Wow guys thank you all for the support of my secret smut7 world; I love you all! I will try to post more stories after the holidays! But for now here’s the Jackson Wang fanfic ‘Hesitate' hope you enjoyed it!! I will try to get back in the groove and write better stories soon! Till then!

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