#sorry also for doll ass on the dash. you still love me.

[volfoss]

All cleaned and partially sanded... My back hurts SO bad lol

And the before:

And closeup + his original faceup (and well.. with a wig and eyes lmao)

His back ended up being MUCH more stained than I expected (which when you see the before, it being covered with paint makes sense that it stained) and his arms are pretty unevenly yellowed so I am excited to get to working on painting him when he's all taken care of :) I'm planning on making the little clay bits as more of a decorative bit to make it look like the front of his body is being held on by them. It needs a LOT more sanding to get there tho but I'm excited at the progress made today :)

[respectthepetty]

One ray has faced consequences multiple times while Boston hasn’t and neither will mew! what new did but he didn’t force him he’s doing it to get back at top without realizing he’s hurting mew I’m sorry but Ray deserves an apology because mew knows how Ray feels and he’s using that for his own gain to get back at top I don’t get why this fandom is so hard on him but it’s frustrating because how sm I the only one seeing Ray how am I the only one seeing how damaged how broken he is. ? He’s not perfect but for me he has enough room to become better also I wish the fandom will stop blaming everything on Ray sand wasn’t forced to stay he chooses to keep coming back

Also thank u for seeing him like how I do thank u for seeing he’s just a imperfect human he can change he can fix himself he just needs to believe in himself , love himself

Anon, before I roll all the way back to the beginning, I'm going to turn on Bebe Rexha's "Last Hurrah" to help me organize my thoughts because . . .

Boston has faced consequences.

He sexually assaulted Top and recorded his friends making out, yet he was unknowingly filmed AND recorded having sex, got kicked into a pool, his friends aren't speaking to him, Mew threatened to show his non-consensual pornography to his father, and now a straight guy is about to use him for experimentation after breaking up with his girlfriend.

About Mew, who I HATE as much as Cheum, you're right, he is the one who suggested the party and asked about the drugs. Mew is hellbent on fucking up his life and is using Ray just like he used Top to try on a different version of himself like a paper doll trying on different paper dresses which all lack depth.

And Ray knows this.

He was standing right next to Mew when he said this, yet . . .

Then, he waltzed over to Sand to demand sex.

And much like you, Anon, I'm pissed Sand keeps coming back

Just like I'm pissed Top came back

And Nick

But everyone has been getting their ass handed to them on my dash. I have not seen one character painted as the "good one" because all of them really fucking suck. All. Of. Them. (But Mew and Cheum took the cake for me this episode for reasons like this)

Anon, all these kids are hurting and putting that pain onto each other in various ways, but the only reason I love Ray is because I can understand him. I don't understand these other characters and the reasons they keep fucking up, but I get my fellow Slut for Christ.

He is trying to find an escape from his life. Partying, alcohol, drugs, Mew, Sand, anything and everything that can provide any sense of relief.

Because really he is trying to escape himself, which is easier to do if he is so blitzed that he can't even remember his name or the reason he hates himself. He can't feel bad if he doesn't feel anything at all.

*turns up Bebe Rexha's "Last Hurrah"*

I know I've said it all before But it won't hurt to do it all once more This is my last hurrah, once I start I ain't gonna stop 'tiI I go too far Last hurrah and it's okay Maybe tomorrow I won't feel this pain Maybe I'll never change But I'm still glad I came Try again another day But for now, this is my last hurrah

[serenabam]

I was a Taylor's concert in Hamburg N2 and I still can't believe it really happened!!

What an experience!! Better than I hoped it would be!! Aaahh bliss!!!

Having read and seen about other fans "post concert depression" and considering what an absolute catastrophe my life has been the last couple of years, I really took care to prepare myself mentally for this. All that time and energy was well spend - I feel wonderful and I only have good memories!! (I write this because this could have been a big issue for me if I hadn't worked hard on myself the last year while I had the ticket.)

This was my first time going to a concert (non classical music) I attended alone. I had travelled alone before but that's also more than a decade in the past now. After all the bad things I had to overcome, this feels like a huge win for me. All of it was a challenge and an uphill battle, but I made it possible! I'm so proud of myself not just selling my ticket. Yay for me!! And as an extra, I finally got to see Taylor live!!

The travelling was a challenge in itself thanks to the Deutsche Bahn. I was supposed to travel for three and a half hours from my home town to Hamburg .... ja, that time was almost doubled on the way to Hamburg and double plus extra time on the way home. This here is the negative of the trip.

When I arrived in Hamburg, I just dashed to my hotel, got ready - glittered up!! And off I was to the Volksparkstadion. Since I'm from the Niederrhein and from a Karnevalshochburg I am used to walk through a normal town totally dolled up, silly things in my face, so I don't even know if anyone blinked an eye about me running around with all that pink glitter on my face - I aimed for the lover album cover look - and all the sparkly stones I glued all over me.

The organisation at the stadium was supposed to be terrible. Maybe due to my almost late arrival (danke Deutsche Bahn) - when I reached the ticket scan Paramore started playing! uff - however I didn't really experience any queuing. Only thing that was stressful was getting to my seat. I found block 11C. I was in row 12, but I somehow managed to get into the block from the wrong direction and I had to get through the row for a too long time. Sorry to those affected! ... Block 11C is huge!

And at my seat - the view! Paramore already playing!! A dream come true. I've been a fan of theirs for soooo long, what an absolute treat seeing them live! When they finished I basically ran to the merch stand - I got the blue crew neck in L. Now at home, I wish I had taken the XL, but seems that cannot be remedied now. (Unless the blue crew neck somehow lands in the European online store. I will not try my luck with vinted, with my luck I'll loose my crew neck and get nothing in return.) It sits well, it's just not as roomy, oh well. Normally I'm an XXL or XL if large. This L fitting me like a normal sweater is pretty wild to me.

While I climb back up the Stadion-Block, the first song starts playing. What was it - Latto? Not sure now. I sped up and made it to my seat. As soon as I parked my ass, from the right Taylor's cleaning cart was pushed behind the stage. The whole stadium just lost it!! I knew "we" the audience knew Taylor uses that thing but it was hilarious. Everything happened super quick now. Gaga's "applause" started playing and we all just shouted out in excitement. People started running to their seats, people singing along to Gaga. Then the countdown started and Dusty starts singing ... the crowd including me became soooo loud, it was unreal. It was really happening. Over a year waiting for this concert and then it just starts right in front of you.

Taylor coming up in the elevator, crawling a few metres ahead onto the next elevator, while she is covered basically with a pride flag... then the reveal - the birth of Venus and Taylor was wearing the orange lover body suit with the pink boots. I was in love!!

All this I couldn't tell you by talking right now because this here - Taylor singing Miss Americana - is the start of me singing along so loud, that my voice is gone. It's saturday and it's getting better, my concert was on wednesday haha ... voice is coming back though, monday back at work, everything will be fine.

The next set was fearless and Taylor was wearing the new fearless tiger dress ... aaaaahh I get emotional. Back when I heard fearless (when it first came out) I became a fan of hers. Fearless the song has been with me all these years ... it's one of my special songs. And yes, I cried when I got to see and hear Taylor play it live. Thank you Taylor!!

The show went by like a breeze. I barely noticed the three hours. By the end when Taylor finished Karma and introduced band and dancers, I was spend but so deeply happy!! The TTPD - I do hope it somehow gets added to the concert film please? It was stunning. Down Bad with the UFO. The DRAMA! Although Taylor really seemed to be "over" So High School. I bet that song will get cut.

There were a few things I noticed that keep my brain busy now. Taylor seemed a little tense at times? Maybe the rain show the night before was a little heavy on her body? I don't know, but she clearly gave her best. When we reached Champagne Problems, by the end of the song, she seemed really not that into it. We were screaming like crazy! When she took her ear pieces out, we went absolutely feral!!! Never have I heard a crowd scream this loud, it was insane!!

I hate doing this and actually as part of me preparing myself for the concert experience, I made myself aware not to compare my personal experience with videos from other fans ... but clearly the night before, Taylor had a better time. Maybe because it was a rain show and she was more relaxed ... like her hair! It didn't have to be straight wink wink.

Another thing I noticed ... the song Illicit Affairs ... that song is about us and Taylor, isn't it? Sure all of Taylor's songs are multi-leveled. But oh boy! When she started singing the bridge, the backdrop losing the colours and Taylor pointing at us the audience ... with great passion!

Maybe I should write more about how I interpret her songs, maybe I will. I've been thinking about what it means to be a fan, that connection, what it is, what it isn't. And Taylor's performance of Illicit Affairs really hit me hard.

"And you wanna scream Don′t call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors You know I can′t see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid" Don′t call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well For you I would ruin myself A million little times"

Pointing at us, the audience "don't call me kid" ... yeah, that song is about Taylor and us too. Sure it is on the surface a clever song about a couple having an affair. But this song is also about Taylor and her relationship with fame and the fans.

We have a secret language. We the general audience and Taylor. We the somewhat hardcore Swifties (you know, the ones, where we love her but don't actually stalk her!) and Taylor. We the Gaylors/Kaylors and Taylor. That fame Taylor is seeking, is driving her to a life in secret. Not the front door, but parking lots and side ways.

"There are five holes in that fence" ... we all here are clowns and idiots. No, it's bEckY.

Taylor having illicit affairs with the lovers the world knows. Taylor having illicit affairs with the lovers few know about. Taylor having illicit affairs with the general audience. Taylor having illicit affairs with the Gaylors ... if you, dear reader of this here, think Taylor is a heterosexual woman, would you think less of her, if and when she turns out to be queer? I'm queer myself so from my experience I think I know the answer. I also could be wrong about "reading" Taylor as a queer woman, no wait, I know I'm not wrong about this.

While this made me think, what broke me emotionally were the surprise songs.

Taylor in a blue dress (your body is blue) really brought the emotions on the night of Folkmore's fourth birthday.

On guitar The Last Great American Dynasty! I was soooo happy, one of my favourites and I had made peace with the fact that Taylor had cut it from the set aaaah! She mashed it up with Run!!! Oh god how I love Run! And what a clever mash-up. Might be my perspective again "Darling let's run" ... it's Taylor's relationship with someone and with fame again. All the public eyes on Rebecca and then Run! Darling, let's run!

The piano mash-up broke me. I was a crying mess. Nothing New. That song has a special meaning to me ... I'm so grateful that I got to hear it live.

""She looks like she's been through it"

Lord, what will become of me Once I've lost my novelty?"

And Taylor mashed this up with DEAR READER!!!

Dear reader, will you still want me when I'm nothing new?

Obviously my answer is yes, but oh my god, I feel this so much!! What an emotional gut punch .......

I loved this concert so much. I treasure the memories and I will keep them in my heart.

Taylor, you will never see this, but I love you, thank you so much!!

Thank you for giving me this experience, thank you for the memories. Thank you for giving me the motivation to make the impossible possible in my current situation. I grew in ways during the last year that I didn't think were possible, because my life was so bleek.

That drive and energy already helped me in other areas of my life. (I first accidently typed "other eras of my life" and that is a wonderful joke only I will ever understand.)

Going forward I want to remember this. Keep wearing the pink tour shirt ... Like Taylor I'm a sucker for numbers. The concert was number 121 on 24.7.24. The shop order for my shirt had a number like this too ... it's a little freaky joy I keep thinking about. I will keep wearing the blue crew neck too, I will put that Eras Tour Hamburg poster up.

I will hold on to those memories, they will hold onto me.

Stranger in the dark, if you read all this - thank you! I wish you an experience like the one I had and I hope you have a wonderful day. <3

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I now present you with:

Random JJK men head cannons I made while in my feels~

Only my main 3 for now: Suguru, Gojo, Nanami.

SUGURU

Suguru is a music guy. I dont make the rules.

Like, he had an alternative phase back in the day, I lean to mall goth personally, and learned guitar he was such a music guy

Always knew where the best shows were at and was always at them. His favorite type of first date

He doesn't just listen to rock either, he listens to it all. Rock, Pop, Hip Hop, hell he'd even listen to County is the song was a hard enough bop

His love language is albums and playlist.

He has an actual record player and plays actual records. Like a hipster.

Also, the man can cook. Idk, I just get those vibes.

Like, hes naturally really good at it, but never does it cause he hates it.

Unless it's for you baby.

If his SO asked him to cook, he would do it without hesitation. Eating is important

Gets kinda distant when you ask about his technique. Hates talking about it. The most anyones ever gotten out of him is that curses taste like vomit

Which, is probably why actual foods tasting good is so important to him

Former smoker. He actually stopped once he left Jujutsu Sorcerery. He just, wasn't stressed anymore.

Still craves a cigarette whenever Mahito opens his mouth though.

His favorite color was formerly blue. These days it's more of an emerald green

Is fucking fantastic at wii sports. Especially the boxing game, that is where he shines.

GOJO

CONTROVERSIAL TAKE: this man hates drugs. Like, even weed he can't stand it. And he tried too, back in his younger days, just not his thing.

He hates when things mess with his head or his perception. It's why he's not big on drinking either. Especially if it slows his reflexes, he's not about it

Owned a bucket hat and puka shell necklace and at one point is not nearly sorry enough for it.

Hes a bitch for coffee. Don't ask me why, it's just the vibe.

Ok, let me rephrase, he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, add in lots of sugar and milk.

Hes actually a huge sweets guy. Like, to the point that he for sure has a giant candy bowl in his classroom and it's not for his students

Hes not great at communicating his feelings and needs. He has a hard time identifying then in the first place honestly

So, the clearest insight as to how he's feeling is through whatever music he's currently listening too.

Like "Hey babe..you ok?" "Oh? Yea of course doll! Why would you ask that?" "Well, we've been listening to the Johnny Cash cover of 'Hurt' on repeat and people that are ok don't typically do that"

Once it's pointed out to him, he is willing to talk about it to figure out what's going on. Can't fix a problem when you don't know what it is anyway. But, it's gotta be pointed out first.

Cats just love him. No, that's not a pun. Like, stray cats will come up to him on the street and rub up against him and love on him. Cats love him.

And while I wasn't going to make it, he has made the "what can I say? Imma pussy magnet" joke

NANAMI

This man kicks ass at mortal Kombat. Like, that's how he used to blow off steam when he worked his office job and now that's just a skill he has

Any fighting game really. That includes smash bros. Gojo onces convinced Itadori that Nanami never really played games, then challenged him to a bet

Easiest 5000 yen Gojo ever made. Until Nanami found out and demanded half

Hes secretly a huge nerd in general. Like, he has the entirety of star trek on DVD and listens to D&D podcasts

Hes a thin guy. You'd think he wouldn't eat much, right? WRONG that man's legs are hollow. He is every all you can eat buffets worst nightmare

Hes secretly punk. It's some of his favorite music, The Misfits are his favorite band.

Really, he just likes any music that could be considered aggressive. He never has nor would he ever dress like it though

Actually loves fruity drinks. Like he keeps a bottle of Pink Whitney at his apartment for mixed drinks.

Hes not picky though, he'll drink whatever you give him. Unless it tastes like pear. Not a big fan of pear

If he drives a car, it's the most worn our beater you've ever seen. He has the money to replace it, but why do that when it still runs just fine?

Probably because the passenger side door is held together with duct tape, but whatever.

His favorite color is yellow. Like, a pastel cozy yellow, and also more saturated warm yellows. He says it's a happy color and it makes him smile.

Used to have a coffee addiction, but didn't like being addicted to anything. So he's more of a tea guy now.

Can't stand messy, but also loves cleaning so it works out for him. He says cleaning is calming.

Especially when he's playing Dragula at 7am. Much to his neighbors, and sometimes his So's dismay.

Genuinely, as an autistic person, I think he's autistic. Like, the monotone voice and the "I don't give praise or ridicule, I just speak facts" gives me those vibes

Also, he just says what's on his mind and has little to no filter. Sometimes that's a good thing, more often than not it's bad.

Will just randomly crack random body parts. His knuckles, back, neck, his elbows. He snap crackles and pops.

Hes also double jointed in his shoulders, so good luck trying to pin/wrestle with him ever

[kenneth-omega]

The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

** EDITED 28/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

Warnings: swearing, a lil’ smutty near the end, a bit of angst?? (kenny being a jealous ass and reader confronting him), 

Word count: 5.2K

A/N: The final chapter of my short fic! I really hope it’s been enjoyable for you guys. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing and completing something for the first time in a long while. Also I hope my writing did all these guys justice in terms of their mannerisms and the way they speak, bc I know how annoying it is to read something and be completely thrown out of it bc the person says something completely out of character

Taglist: @unlikelyandrogynousghost @crowleysqueenofhell @beewilko

For Reference:

Dana is Matt’s wife

“The Cleaner” Kenny Omega is Tyson

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

“All Ego” Ethan Page is Julian

The next morning you awaken with a lovely ache between your legs and the warmth of someone’s body pressed against your back.

You open your eyes to see your phone pinging on the bedside table in front of you, reaching over to inspect your notifications.

It’s currently close to 11:30, something which you hadn’t planned for. You were supposed to be meeting the Bucks downstairs to head out for your flight to Ohio!

“Shit.” You hiss, seeing a multitude of missed calls from the brother’s themselves. Looking over your shoulder you see Kenny’s face nuzzled into your neck, still soundly asleep with not a care in the world. You felt terrible for waking him up from his sound slumber, but you knew this was bad.

“Kenny?” You gently poke his arm that remains slumped over you. He flicks you away. “Kenny, wake up.” You prod him more viciously this time, not giving up until his hand snaps up and grabs your poking finger. You look up at his face again to see his eyes are well and truly open, not impressed with the wake up call.

“There better be a good reason for waking me up, doll.” He grumbles, rolling onto his back and rubbing his face with his hands.

“Sorry Mr. Omega, but we’re in deep shit.” You snap, becoming increasingly stressed out as you read through the texts from your group chat with the Bucks.

M: Morning! Not sure if you’re awake yet but we’re downstairs getting breakfast.

N: If you see Kenny tell the motherf-er to hurry. up.

M: Where are you? I just went to your room and you never answered. Is everything ok?

N: Y/N, pick up the phone, this isn’t the time to be playing jokes, I have not had enough coffee for this shit.

M: Seriously, Y/N, call one of us...please?

N: Also, tell Kenny he’s in the shit too if he’s with you, motherf-er won’t answer either!

You show Kenny the texts and he grabs his own mobile hurriedly, checking the onslaught of messages he’s also received.

“I have to go pack.” You gasp, jumping out of the bed and dashing around to grab the discarded clothes from last night. Kenny gets distracted from his phone as he watches you dress, his bleary eyes creasing at the corners as he smiles up at you.

“Something to say?” You half-joke, pulling your shirt over your mess of bed hair to cover yourself and regain some modesty. It was hardly like it mattered, with Kenny having seen more than enough of you last night. Kenny pulls back the covers and gets to his feet. You avert your gaze stupidly, staring at the floor as he approaches you in all his nakedness.

He raises your head with a finger under the chin, bringing your gaze to meet his.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighs, leaning in and connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, his hands holding either side of your face as you deepen the kiss. It’s only when Kenny’s tongue slips in that you finally pull back, refusing to get side-tracked from the issue at hand.

“Kenny, as much as I would love to stay and revisit our fun time last night, we have a major problem.”

“Matt and Nick will understand.” He hums, kissing down the length of your throat, unable to stop himself from getting distracted. You scoff, bringing his head back up so you can look him sternly in the face.

“As far as the Bucks are concerned this,” You gesture between the two of you, “Is all storyline. Meaning, as far as they’re concerned we didn’t fuck last night and we can’t be doing this in front of people.” Once again you gesture to the both of you, with you currently wrapped up in Kenny’s arms, one of his hands planted firmly on your ass whilst the other rubs gentle circles into your lower back.

All Kenny has to offer to you is a sulky pout. “They’re our best friends. I don't want to keep something like this a secret from them.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m not saying we never tell them. I’m just saying we should be careful, in case...things don’t work out.” You think back to your shower last night, your worries for the future and the concerns you had surrounding how you felt for him.

Kenny sighs, removing his arms from around you, but nodding in agreement, understanding your reluctance. You thank him for being considerate, heading for the front door.

“Wait!” Kenny calls after you before you open it. You pause and look back at him. He dashes over to you, planting one final, longing kiss on your lips. “See you downstairs.” He smirks, nipping your lower lip before he let’s you go for real this time.

You shut the door behind you, standing in the empty corridor of the hotel. Luckily no one is around, so you dash over to your own room and head inside, needing to change, freshen up and pack in less than 30 minutes.

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Well, you managed it!

You exit the elevator into the lobby of the hotel, your luggage in tow, looking around for any sign of the Bucks. You had shot them a message saying you’d be down shortly and apologising for your absence.

You spot Matt on the phone and head over to him, the wheels of your suitcase clicking across the marbled floor. He spots you out of the corner of his eye as you approach, finishing up his call with who you assume to be Dana.

“Morning?” You greet him sheepishly, noticing his unimpressed face. He was in official big brother mode.

“I presume you have an excuse for worrying the hell out of us?” He asks sternly, not bothering to return your greeting.

“I slept in and didn’t hear you knocking. I’m sorry.” You apologise, hoping that this would be enough to get the older brother off your back.

Matt rolls his eyes. “C’mon Y/N, I’m not falling for that bull. We came to your room twice, pounding on the door to get you up! You’d have to be dead to not have heard us.”

You start to stammer, unable to further explain your actions, which only causes Matt to become suspicious.

“Hey Matt, cut her some slack, we stayed up watching some movies and didn’t end up going to sleep till 4.” Kenny appears by your side, two coffees in his hands. His appearance is so quiet that it makes you jump, laughing nervously.

Matt looks back and forth between the two of you, his eyes heavily narrowed as you can see the cogs in his head turning, try to place the reason for the weirdness of the situation.

“You’re a bad influence on her.” Matt eventually shakes his head, turning his attention back to his phone. God, he has no idea.

Whilst his eyes are averted you and Kenny throw each other a look. Yours screams ‘thanks’, whilst his says ‘you’re welcome for me bailing us out of the shit’.

“For you.” Kenny hands you one of the cups. Your heart swells in admiration and excitement. You’d been gasping for one since you’d awoken, feeling well and truly shattered after last evening’s rigorous events. Taking a sip you note that it’s done perfectly as you like it. You cast him a confused look.

“Nick told me your order when I asked what you drank, I’m not psychic don’t worry.” He teases. “I wouldn’t mind knowing what’s going on up there though.” He mumbles in your ear, checking to see Matt is still looking away.

Oh boy, would he.

Matt perks up at the mention of his brother’s name. “You didn’t think to ask if I wanted one?” He asked, slightly offended and eyeing up your drink. Kenny shrugs.

“Sorry man, I thought you’d already have one.”

Matt sighs. “I did, but I drank it waiting for you two sleeping beauties.”

Speaking of Nick, you spot him stalking towards the three of you.

“Glad you could be bothered to grace us with your presence guys.” He notes to you both, not offering much more on the matter. You assume Kenny has already explained your absences to him, not needing any further discussion. “Is the Uber here?”

Matt checks his phone once more. “Round the corner, c’mon.”

You all leave the hotel together, climbing into the car and heading for the airport.

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Having finally made it and spent an hour stood around trying to check into the new hotel, something of a reoccurrence when travelling on the road, you finally get to ditch your bags in your room.

Texting Ethan, you get an address of the toy store he’s currently visiting, so you go to head out and meet up.

Although you’re not a toy hunter, you often enjoy going and looking around at the nostalgic stuff that you remember being advertised on TV as a child.

Nick texts to let you know that him, Matt and Kenny are going out to a nearby arcade if you want to join. You let him know you already have plans to meet Ethan, but will see about catching up later.

You find the store easy enough and search the inside for Ethan and the others. It doesn’t take long, hearing Danhausen’s witty and weird remarks that cause Ethan’s booming laugh to echo out.

You greet Ethan and the others, including Ethan’s phone as he vlogs, seeing everyone is already holding a considerable amount of items to buy.

You follow as they go round the store, picking out something that makes you smile, a cute little Ghostbusters pin that reminds you of the Bucks and Kenny.

Once done, you say goodbye to everyone bar Ethan, as the two of you head to grab something to eat.

You sit down together and chat wrestling amongst other things, until Ethan finally decides to pop the question.

“So what’s going on with you? Last night you seemed…upset.” You sigh in response, unsure how best to approach the subject. You’d text him before what happened last night actually happened, meaning that the circumstances of your dilemma had shifted dramatically.

“Okay. I’m going to tell you something extremely secret that you can’t tell anyone about. Promise?” You stick out your pinkie finger, which Ethan takes with his own, linking the two together in what you both saw as a binding agreement.

“I’m all ears!” He smiles, his interest piqued.

“Ahh fuck, here goes.” You groan, rubbing your temple. “Kenny and I fucked last night.”

Ethan stays quiet for a while, seemingly unable to find a response which worries you.

“I’ll be honest I’m not exactly shocked.” He finally announces, much to your chagrin.

“What do you mean? Julian, this is serious!” You growl, slapping your hand down on the table.

He laughs. “So you guys did some nasty things, it’s just something that happens in wrestling. Think about us for example!”

You have to agree with him. A long time ago, way back before Julian had even gotten married or had his adorable kids, the two of you had been an item on the indies. Nothing super serious or public, but you’d gone out on a few dates and eventually decided that your relationship was really just platonic more than anything. It had meant that the two of you remained extremely close friends however, something you were so grateful for now that you were once again wrestling together in the same company.

“Yes I get that, but understand this. We were never in a hugely public “fake” relationship and we didn’t sleep together!” You counteract his argument, although you can see his confused expression.

“What’s the real issue here Y/N? Because you wouldn’t be this worked up about sleeping with a guy if there wasn’t something else on your mind.”

You let out a frustrated noise, slamming your head forward onto the table. Ethan pats your head comfortingly.

“Do you love him? Is that what all this is about?” He asks softly, his tone tender as he approaches a completely forbidden topic that you had refused to entertain.

Snapping your head up to look at him, you can’t help the tears forming in your eyes, unable to stop the waterworks.

Ethan, upon seeing the tears threatening to spill, slides out of his seat to come be next to you, pulling you in for a large, soft bear hug.

“Oh boy.” He laughs gently, stroking your hair. “You’ve got it bad for him.” Sniffling, you pull away from his shoulder where your head is resting.

“What makes you think that?” You half-joke, your vision still blurry with tears.

“Because I know you Y/N. The Bucks might have grown up with you but I practically lived on the road with you for the past 12 years. I’ve seen you heartbroken before.” He plants a gentle kiss on top of your head, releasing you from his grip so that you could wipe your face and clean up. Once your composure is regained you take a shaky breath.

“What do I do, J?”

Ethan nibbles on his lip in concentration as his brain churns, trying to come up with a solution.

“You should tell him. Be honest and explain that this isn’t just some fun and games whilst you guys have an onscreen story together. If he’s a decent guy he’ll understand. If not…I’ll grab Eddie and we’ll do our thing.” He shrugs the last part off nonchalantly, which makes you laugh.

“Your thing? Which is Eddie kicking the shit out of someone whilst you stand there and say mean things about them?”

He rolls his eyes at your poking comment. “You seem to have this crazy notion in your head that I can’t actually fight.”

You snort, rather unattractively, at his words. “Because you can’t, Julian. You’re about as soft as a teddy bear and as sharp as a plastic knife.”

He shoves you playfully. “Well at least I don’t go around falling in love with Canadian men. Seriously, what is it with you and us? I get we’re super in demand and unbelievably attractive but c’mon! Have a bit of variety.”

You punch him in the pec, knowing it won’t do any harm to him. “Fuck off Julian, that was too soon.” He sticks his lower lip out, feigning upset.

“Boo hoo, you’ve fallen in love!” He teases, still choosing to poke fun, knowing that you won’t stay sullen for long.

“God, you’re so annoying!” You growl, unable to contain the smile on your face, slapping his arm and shooing him back to his seat across from you.

“Ahh but you love me really. Which isn’t a surprise considering your track rec-“

“JULIAN!”

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A couple of hours later after your meal and bit more gossiping, including an actually serious talk about your predicament, the two of you head back to the hotel together. You feel a lot more confident about your current position having talked it over with Ethan, which shows in your stride as you walk confidently alongside him. As you approach the front you notice three men walking towards you, all familiar-looking.

“Shit.” You mutter, grabbing Ethan’s attention as he also spots them ahead.

“Oh this’ll be fun!” He grins, perhaps already plotting how best to embarrass you. You turn to him with a finger pointing in warning.

“Don’t you dare.” You snap, before you become within hearing range of Kenny and the Bucks.

The five of you eventually meet outside the doors to the hotel, stopping across from each other. Nick isn’t fazed at all, having already known you were out seeing Ethan this afternoon. Matt, although not privy to your plans isn’t bothered either, having meet Ethan plenty of times and aware of your guys’ close friendship.

“Hey man, been having fun?” Matt asks, greeting Ethan before looking between you both.

You both nod, with Ethan remaining deathly quiet so as not to say something he shouldn’t, heeding your warning very seriously. You decide to speak for you both.

“Super fun, we went around a nearby toy store with a few other guys for his vlog and then the two of us grabbed some food afterwards.”

During this time you haven’t dared to look Kenny in the eyes once, knowing that as soon as you do he will be able to see straight through you. Which would warrant questions you really didn’t think you could answer right now.

“How was the arcade?” You ask, hoping to redirect the subject off you for the moment. Nick and Matt begin regaling about their time out, talking about a number of really retro games they’d managed to find and play. Kenny doesn’t seem to be talking much and when you finally do cast a glance his way you notice his sullen glare fixated directly on Ethan. Ethan, the poor bastard, seems blissfully unaware, however you can see the dangerous glint in Kenny’s eyes.

Was he jealous?

Somehow you doubted it, but you couldn’t explain his strange behaviour any other way.

The Bucks eventually stop yammering and ask what your plans for the rest of the evening are.

“I’m probably just gonna be in my room, alone.” You cast a glance yet again over to Kenny to see if he picked up your little hint. Nothing.

The Bucks offer for you and Ethan to come and hang out together, which you attempt to politely decline. There’s no time like the present and you feel the urgency to get this weight off your shoulders, and to do so you needed Kenny on his own.

Unfortunately the Bucks don’t decide to take no for an answer, instead opting to guilt trip you, commenting on how they’ve barely managed to see you this week.

Ethan is as hopeless as ever and just nods along, still keeping to your warning. As the five of you go to head in, you can’t stop staring at the back of Kenny’s head, wondering why he’s choosing to blatantly ignore you.

You turn to Ethan and flick him on the back of his head. “You could’ve helped back there!” You hiss under your breath, so as not to alert the others in front. Ethan runs over the sore spot where your finger harshly knocked him, wincing slightly.

“I was trying not to get involved!” He grumbles, shaking his head indignantly, unable to catch himself a break it would seem.

The Bucks take everyone up to their room, having gotten a double-roomed suite in this hotel, unlike their two separate rooms they often purchased. You could see why though, it was lavish and spacious, with its own separate seating area and two doors leading off to their individual rooms.

Once you’re sat down Matt is instantly on his phone, talking about ordering some food, having not eaten anything since you’d landed earlier today. You note how Ethan beat you to a chair, leaving you forced to sit next to Kenny on the loveseat style sofa. Dick.

You throw him a middle finger behind Kenny’s back which doesn’t go unnoticed by Nick who sits across from you, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. He doesn’t choose to comment any further on the matter however, instead returning his attention to Matt’s phone to peruse the menu on Door Dash.

Kenny directs his attention to Ethan once again, asking how the two of you know each other. He isn’t rude in how he approaches the topic, however you note his jaw is set and clenched as he listens.

Ethan is honest, explaining how you met in the same wrestling school back in Canada and remained close friends during your career, wrestling a few mixed tag matches together and even wrestling against one another during a feud. You note how he doesn’t divulge your brief romantic history, something which you are extremely grateful for.

“So you guys were never an item?” He asks bluntly, which catches the attention of the room, setting a cold feeling in your chest.

Matt speaks up. “Have I missed something here?” He asks, eyes darting between you, Kenny and Ethan.

“Kenny, what the fuck?” You snap, ignoring Matt’s question as you turn to face him, wanting to slap the smirk tugging at his lips off his face.

Kenny’s eyes meet yours for the first time since you’d met up outside, his gaze burning a hole into you. He’s incredibly calm and yet you can see the anger battling inside, his eyes a very clear window into his current state.

“You guys seem awfully close. Purely off observation I just thought perhaps you were…seeing each other?” He asks, his head cocking to the side slightly like he had done to you back in the locker room, before he had made his return to TV. You knew this was all a ruse, a dangerous game that he was playing, trying to rile you up.

It was working.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, Ethan and I are just close friends.”

Kenny scoffs at your words. “Not my business.” He mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. Nick suddenly stands up, seeming to have had it with the animosity within the room. You instantly sit back and fold your arms, knowing that Nick is well and truly pissed off and it’s easier to just try to avoid being his target.

“Enough. Someone needs to start explaining what the fuck is going on here, because Matt and I have no clue and something stinks. Kenny?” He snaps, choosing his friend in the hopes that he’ll come clean. Kenny stands up across from him, his height offering that little bit extra dominance over Nick.

“Don’t play that shit with me Nick, I’m not your kid. Talk to Y/N so much if you really want to know!” He gestures at you, before walking past everyone and storming out the room. Nick, Matt and Ethan all take this moment to look at you. Ethan looks apologetic, whilst Nick and Matt continue to wait for you to speak.

You don’t, instead getting up from your seat and charging out of the room, going to find the bastard who had been winding you up since you’d got back.

You see him waiting for the elevator at the end of the corridor and shout his name, storming over to him.

He ignores you and enters the lift, waiting to see if you’ll join him. You do, standing there with unbridled rage as you tap your foot impatiently. You know he’s just waiting till you two have a little privacy before the inevitable implosion happens, so you hold out on chewing his ear off.

When you eventually reach his room he lets you in first, leaving the door to shut on its own behind you both.

“I suppose you expect me to say sorry?” He offers, not seeming the least bit apologetic. You shake your head at him, standing on one side of the room to keep your distance.

“I mean, what the fuck Kenny! What’s your problem with Ethan? I asked you nicely to just keep this thing about us quiet, just for a little while, so we can figure this thing out, but you can’t even do that!” You rant at him, pacing back and forth. “Now Matt and Nick are suspicious as fuck and you’re going around acting like an asshole to my friend, being anything but subtle! What were you thinking?” You groan, rubbing your face with your hands.

“I was thinking about how I don’t want to share you with some other guy!” He growls at you, shoulders heaving as he tries to regulate his breathing.

You bark out a harsh and cold laugh. “Share me?! I’m not with Ethan! More to the point, I’m not with you! We fucked once, Kenny, and nothing more. Right now, that one night doesn’t mean shit as an excuse for how you’ve acted.”

Kenny stalks over to you, having finally had enough.

“I shouldn’t have ever suggested we do this storyline, I knew that it would only spell trouble for me and yet, I couldn’t help myself. Because I wanted nothing more than to spend time with you and get to know you. I tried to stay professional, but you were just so fucking perfect that I started to believe maybe we could actually make this work. I stupidly fell for you and let myself get carried away. So yeah, sue me for thinking that you and I actually make a pretty decent couple!”

Your heart drops at his confession. But there’s a glimmer of hope as you realise that you’re not the only one who was struggling with the whole thing.

“Look, stay here if you want but I’m going for a walk. I need to clear my head.” He scoffs, turning away from you and heading for the door.

“Tyson!” You call out, his name echoing within the room. You’re done playing around with him, deciding that it’s time to come truly clean and if things went sour, fuck it. You’ve done everything you can.

He doesn’t turn to look at you, but you can see he’s waiting for you to speak again, one hand on the hotel doorknob.

“From the second I met you I knew I was screwed. When you suggested this storyline I knew that nothing good would come of it and yet, selfishly, I agreed. I let a stupid crush dictate our careers and I knew the risk of getting involved with you. I’ve paid the ultimate price for this, because now I…”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes burning at the threat of tears.

“I love you, okay? I’m in love with you and today I went to Ethan to talk to him about it, because I couldn’t bring myself to tell the Bucks about you. Not yet. Not without you knowing first.”

He says nothing, not even moving as he continues to stay faced away from you. You approach him slowly, placing a hand on his back to alert him of your presence.

“Ty? Say something…please.”

With a sigh he turns to you slowly, his eyelashes spiked from the wetness of the unfallen tears in his eyes.

“How long?” He asks, unable to meet your gaze.

“I have no idea. But I know I can’t just leave it and hope the feeling goes away. Last night was the endgame for me. The point of no return.” You smile warmly, reaching up to stroke his cheek, his scruff tickling your palm as you do.

“I’m not the easiest person to put up with.” He admits, almost expecting you to bolt, to leave him and change your mind at the last minute. “There’ll be times where I might drive you insane, or say things I don’t mean or have to be away from you for work. Dating another wrestler is even more challenging than dating someone who’s not.”

“You think I don’t already know that? No one is perfect, but I’m telling you that if you want to give this a serious go, I’m yours.”

“Say it again.” He whispers, a hand coming around your waist to pull you closer into him. “Just for me.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck you reach up on tiptoe, able to get close enough to whisper it in his ear.

“That’s all I needed to hear, doll.” He hums, reaching down to hook your legs up around his waist, able to hold you up with ease as he presses you up against the wall.

“I can think of a few other things you might like to hear.” You grin, slipping a hand down between you both, able to easily slide your palm over his clothed crotch. He let’s out a soft hiss at your light teasing.

“I’ll bet you’re already soaked, aren’t you?” He groans into your neck, peppering your skin with kisses as his hand slides beneath your shirt, pulling your bra away so as to access your already pebbled nipple.

When his thumb runs over the sensitive bud you arch your back in response, letting out a breathy sigh.

“Thought so.” He smirks.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You growl, growing impatient with his slow, teasing manner.

“Oh, my darling Y/N. I’m not gonna fuck you.” He whispers against your throat, sucking a large purple mark into the skin. It didn’t matter anymore, you weren’t afraid of who knew or saw what he did to you.

You whine in response to his statement, grinding your hips forward in the hopes of retaliation from him. Tyson barely flinches.

“Tonight, I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to worship your body like it’s the very air I need to live.” He rubs a harsh circle over your clothed clit, aware of your desire for friction. “Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t say anything else but my name.”

You let out a soft whimper, the thought sending waves of pleasure to your core. “Please, Ty.” You beg, his mouth once again attached to your neck, sucking a brand new mark just above your collarbone.

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N. I’ll only take longer if you do.” He growls, rutting his hips into yours, his shaft nudging against your clit in an exquisite manner. Your mouth salivated at the thought of his cock plunged deep into your pussy.

The front door to the room suddenly flies open, with Tyson holding onto you protectively, shielding you slightly from whoever had so rudely barged in.

It’s Matt and Nick, with Ethan stood behind them in the corridor, his hand firmly covering his eyes as he shakes his head.

There’s a pause in the room as Matt and Nick stand frozen, their mouths agape in unison. You sigh and hide your face in Ty’s shoulder, unable to stand the embarrassment of being caught like this.

“Is there something we can do for you?” He eventually snaps at the two of them, after neither brother makes a move to leave or say anything.

“Well, no-“

“Not anymore-“

“Great. Now kindly get out of my room.”

Matt and Nick both nod quickly, turning on their heels sharpish to leave. Ethan scowls at them both.

“I told you both to knock! Why would you just run in like that?!” He argues with them as the door slowly closes itself. You can continue to hear their bickering on the other side of the door, with Matt complaining that the door should’ve been locked if you were going to be doing that kind of thing. Nick simply tells Ethan that he’s a dick for not saying something sooner.

The three off them walk off, their voices growing fainter as they continue to argue amongst themselves.

You both take a moment to look at each other tiredly, knowing that there was bound to be an abundance of questions later. But that could wait for as long as you guys wanted it to, as Tyson clicks the lock on the door, ensuring no further interruptions.

“Now, where was I?” He grins devilishly, taking you over to the bed so as to carry on from where you both left off.

Through the night you both exchange ‘I love you’s’ between the sheets and afterwards, as you lie there entwined in each other’s limbs, you both gaze into each other’s eyes, truly fucked out and happy.

The fear of falling in love, gone.

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Me again haha I saw this gif and had an idea I was hoping you could do? What if the reader was with Bucky and Sam and Zemo trying to find Karli and after fighting the Flag Smashers the reader never made it back to the house and Bucky is absolutely losing his shit and that’s when he realizes he loves the reader and so the boys go to find her and he can confess his feelings? I know that’s really specific I don’t even mind if you toss most of it and do your own thing lol I just couldn’t stop watching this gif and thinking about that 🤗❤️

A Sudden Realization

A/N: I just love this so much. Thank you for sending me this request!! And, the gif... it’s everything. Also, I wrote about the bounty hunters from the show, instead of the Flag Smashers... I hope that’s okay! I wrote like half of the story and then went back and remembered it specified fighting Karli and them, and I’m sorry that they aren’t included!! But, thank you again, and I hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, weapons, cursing

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Finding Dr. Nagel was a shit show. Not only was he shot by Zemo, but afterwards, you were swarmed by bounty hunters. 

Running back outside, you find a place to hide from gunfire. Bucky, Sam, and Sharon follow you, while Zemo is nowhere to be found. 

“Fuck these bounty hunters,” you yell out, positioning yourself to fire your gun from behind a large piece of cement. 

“If you think about it, this is kind of all Zemo’s fault for getting us into this mess,” Sam yells, firing his gun a few feet away from you. 

“And, fuck Zemo!” you yell back. “Speaking of which, where did he even go?” 

Before anyone can answer your question, a smoke bomb is thrown towards you and goes off, preventing you from being able to see anything around you. 

“Y/N!” you hear Bucky yell. 

Unable to see him or anyone else, you start to panic. 

“I’m okay!” you yell back. Immediately after saying that, the gunfire continues. You run for cover. With the smoke still in the air, it was hard for you to locate anyone else. 

In the distance, you can slightly see an exit. Knowing Bucky, Sam, and Sharon will find another way out together, you decide to head this way by yourself. 

“I found an exit! I’ll meet you guys back at Zemo’s place!” you say. 

“No!” you hear Bucky yell. His voice sounds farther away than it did before. “We’re not leaving here without you!” 

“I’ll be okay, I promise! Now, just go! I’ll meet up with you soon.” 

Getting up, you run towards the exit, too far away to hear Bucky’s response. 

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Back at Zemo’s place, Bucky has been pacing for the past 15 minutes. 

“I’m sure she’s okay, man. It’s probably just taking her a little longer to get here. She did take a different route than us,” Sam says. He’s currently sitting on the couch, watching Bucky pace back and forth. 

Bucky starts shaking his head. “No, something’s wrong.” He stops pacing and faces Sam. “We’ve got to go look for her.” 

At that moment, Zemo walks in, holding a tray filled with a tea pot and cups. “Here, this tea will help to calm your nerves.” He grabs a cup and holds it out towards Bucky. 

Pissed off, Bucky grabs the cup out of Zemo’s hand and throws it towards the wall. The cup shatters on impact. 

“Nobody wants your fucking tea,” Bucky spits out in Zemo’s face. 

Putting his hands up in surrender, Zemo takes a step back. “Just wanted to try and help.” 

“You can help by getting your ass outside and looking for her,” Bucky grunts out. He looks at Sam again. “We can all help by doing that.” 

Turning around to walk out the front door, Sam grabs his shoulder before he can leave. “It’s not going to help anyone if you don’t calm down. What’s going on, man? I care about Y/N too, but I know she can take care of herself.” 

Zemo and Sam watch as Bucky goes to lean against the wall and slowly slides down to the floor. He puts his head in his hands. 

“I love her,” Bucky mutters into his hands. 

“What did you say?” Sam asks. 

Bucky lifts his head up, tears starting to run down his cheeks. “I love her. So much. And, I can’t lose her. Please, I can’t lose her.” 

Zemo nods in understanding. “Ah, I see.” 

Sam extends a hand for Bucky to take, so he can pull him up. Once he’s standing, Sam pats his shoulder. “We’ve got your back. Let’s go find her.” 

The door slams shut as the three of them run outside. 

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The sound of cars driving by drowns out the hisses of pain coming out of your mouth. 

“This is officially the worst day ever,” you say to yourself as you use a piece of your shirt to wrap the bullet wound on your arm. Thankfully, the bullet went straight through and isn’t lodged inside your arm. 

After separating from Bucky, Sam, and Sharon, you had made a dash towards the exit you saw, only to be seen by one of the bounty hunters and shot in the arm. You were grateful it was only your arm, and that you were able to escape and find shelter. 

Currently, you are seated behind a trash can in a back alley. Your plan was to head back to Zemo’s once you finished bandaging your arm. And, once you know the coast is clear. You are nervous there are still a few bounty hunters lurking around. 

The distant sound of Bucky’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. Is he here looking for you? Or are you imagining this? 

A few seconds later, you start to hear multiple footsteps heading your way and you pull out your gun, prepared to shoot if necessary. 

“She could be anywhere. We need to split up,” you hear Bucky say. 

“Bucky?” you ask loudly, making sure he can hear you. 

“Y/N?” Bucky asks back. 

“I’m back here!” you say. “Behind the trash can!” 

Instantly, Bucky is in front of you, kneeling down to be eye level with you. His eyes lock onto your arm.

“You’re hurt. What the hell happened?” He reaches out to lightly touch your arm. 

When his hand collides with your arm, you pull back in pain. “Shit, don’t touch it, please. I got shot while trying to get away. It’s okay. I’m okay. I just want to get out of here.” 

“Okay, here, I’ve got you.” Bucky lifts you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style over to Sam and Zemo. 

“Bucky,” you say. “I got shot in the arm. Not my legs.” 

He looks down at you. “I don’t care. I’m carrying you back to Zemo’s and that’s that.” 

Realizing he wasn’t going to put you down, you nod your head in acceptance. “Okay.” 

Sam and Zemo start to walk next to you. 

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. Bucky was worried sick about you and I told him there was nothing to worry about. I guess I was wrong,” Sam says. 

“It’s okay, Sam. I’m fine, really. I was just about to head back to Zemo’s. I just needed some time to collect myself.” 

Sam nods and grabs Zemo’s arm to pull him away. “Why don’t we give them a moment?” 

“Yes,” Zemo agrees. “We’ll follow behind you.” 

Confused as to what they mean, you look at Bucky for answers. Bucky continues to look straight ahead. 

“Any idea what that’s about?” you ask. 

Bucky looks down at you again and sighs. 

“I was worried sick about you.” 

“Yeah, I got that one. There’s something else though. What is it?”

“This isn’t the right time.” 

Reaching your hand out, you touch his shoulder. “When is it ever really the ‘right’ time?” 

Bucky stops walking and places you back onto your feet. He then looks back at Sam and Zemo and gives them a slight nod. The both of them immediately turn and start walking in a different direction. 

“Sam and Zemo can’t hear this?” you ask. 

Bucky reaches behind him to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s uh, a little intimate, I guess.”

Now, you are really confused. “Intimate?” 

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

When he reopens them, you see nothing but love. 

“When you didn’t make it back to the house, I realized something. Something that took me way too long to figure out.” 

“What…” Bucky keeps talking before you can continue your question. 

“It made me realize how much I care about you. How I’d do anything for you, at any time. How I’d lose myself if you were ever taken from me… How much I love you. I’m in love with you, Y/N, and I need you to know that. I need you to know, in case next time we aren’t so lucky.” 

By the time he stops talking, tears are running freely down your face. You smile at him and grab his hand, interlocking your fingers. 

“It’s going to take a lot more than a bullet to the arm for you to lose me. When it comes to making sure I’m by your side every day, I’ll always be a fighter.” 

You lean in until your lips are almost touching his. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. You’re stuck with me for as long as you want me.” 

“How about forever, doll?” 

You smile. “Sounds good to me.”

[euphoricbluess]

in honor of it being issei matsukawas birthday

mdni!

pairing: mattsun/f!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: pure smut, the tiniest dash of fluff at the end

tags: slight degradation (slut, whore), petnames (princess, baby, love, good girl, babe), daddy kink, breeding kink(?), throat fucking, fellatio, oral sex, deep penetration, size kink, squirting, light choking, breath play

note: UMMM this is my first drabble?? smut?? yeah um i’m sorry sorry if it sucks please i promise it’ll get better i’m just nervous (•̥́_•ૅू˳)

summary: birthday sex with matsukawa ヾ(_ _*)

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he would definitely want to have his play thing wrapped up in a little bow, spread out on the bed, ready to take him after his birthday dinner. yeah he enjoyed the night out with you and his closest friends... but he wanted to end the night with the taste of your sweetness on his lips.

oh but first he would want to see his pretty baby struggling to take all of his cock. you stare up at him, tears brimming your wide eyes.

mattsun watches you through half lidded eyes, “you’re doing so well baby... so fucking well.” he sighs out as you swirl your tongue around his tip, waves of pleasure washing all over him. he tangles his hand into your hair, practically fucking your throat, using you for his needs. nothing but lewd noises fill the room. before he even has the chance to fill your throat with his white trails, he pulls you off of him.

soon enough he’s pushing you against the bed, kissing all over your body, caressing every curve. his lips wrap around the nub which sits perfectly on top of your left breast. you throw your head back, feeling how wet you are under him, mattsun’s teasing getting the best of you.

small whimpers leave your pretty lips, “p-please issei...” you say oh so sensually, he nearly growls at your words.

issei hums, enjoying how worked up he has you. “growing impatient huh?” issei smirks before kissing down your stomach and towards your cunt. he places small kisses all over your thighs, of course you’re a whimpering mess, needing him. issei feels as you try to create friction between you and his mouth, he instantly holds your hips down. you sigh out in defeat, but your sigh quickly turns into a jumble of words as you feel him use his tongue to lick your folds.

“so wet for me baby.” he teases, starting to eat you out. he moves his tongue around your clit perfectly, he brings his hand down, pushing two fingers inside of you curling them as they hit your sweet spot over and over again. your hands get tangled into his hair, your back arching off the bed slightly.

“fuck ‘sei, j-just like that!” you moan out. he looks up at you, still using his mouth and fingers so perfectly. you feel a familiar pit in your stomach, your climax is getting closer and closer, mattsun senses this.

“c’mon princess, show daddy how good he makes you feel... don’t hold back.” he grins as he uses his thumb to rub your clit, not once taking his eyes off of you.

“mmm! daddy! i’m cumming!” you scream out for him, barely being able to move your hips as mattsun keeps them pinned down. suddenly you feel a gush of liquids go all over you and mattsun’s fingers.

“such a pretty little thing,” he says deeply, his words muffled as he plops his two fingers into his mouth, cleaning up the mess you made on his digits. he loves watching how your face comes undone as you watch him do this, the way you furrow your eyebrows, or the way your tongue lolis out. every single thing about you turns him on. he then stands up, “if my princess could do all that just from my fingers, i can’t wait to see how good you take this cock.”

you fix your eyes on him, eyebrows raised slightly, lips all puffy and red. “please fill me up, daddy.” you say in your sweet innocent voice, the words juxtaposing the tone. mattsun grins, having you all to himself was one of the best presents he could ever ask for, and with that he pulls you towards the edge of the bed.

“yeah, you’re gonna be a good girl and take me so well baby?” he coos, holding his cock in between his hand, slowly sliding his length up and down your slit. he enjoyed teasing you any chance he got. you whimper at his touch, feeling his length rub up against you, your hips grinding up against it. “so needy for me.” he groans out before slowly inserting himself inside of you. issei is aware of how big he is, so he gives you time to adjust.

you feel him slowly fill you, whimpering softly as you adjust. soon enough you give him a nod, “‘m ready.” you tell him.

issei smiles with a nod, “such a good girl.” he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you. and before you know it he has you pinned into a mating press, his thrusts getting deeper as he manages to graze your cervix.

“awh, aren’t you such a filthy fucking slut? being able to take all of daddy’s cock... such a good little cock whore.” he groans out in between thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass. you nod up at him, the two of you never breaking contact.

“mhm, just for you daddy.” you moan out, your lips parting as you feel him thrust deeper into you. you wrap your hand around his arm, gripping onto him. the grip grows tighter as he fucks you roughly but with so much passion. you feel so small wrapped around him, barely being able to take his big fat cock. but that’s why he loves you. you always manage to take all of him in, and it doesn’t help that you look so pretty beneath him. he can’t help but praise you for being so good to him.

mattsun groans as he feels your walls tighten around him. he kisses you sloppily, tongues crashing against each other, your sweet moans fill his mouth. once again he brings his free hand down, using his thumb to rub your clit. “you feel so good around me baby.”

you feel yourself get closer, he’s also nearing his climax. with his thrusting and the way he rubs your clit, you feel the same sensation as before, except this time it feels more powerful - if that’s even possible. you watch as his hair sticks to his forehead, he smirks at you before bringing his other hand to wrap around your neck. issei puts pressure on either side of your esophagus, choking you slightly. you part your lips, quickly feeling your high get closer and closer. this nearly pushes you over the edge.

“i’m cl-close.” you manage to say while being restricted of your breath, issei grins. he releases his hand from your throat, “yeah, want daddy to fill you up with his cum?” he says through gritted teeth, still maintaining his stamina as he keeps a steady pace with his thrusts.

“please daddy, fill me up!” you moan out, moving your hips in rhythm with he’d released you from the mating press. he rubbed your clit once more, dipping his hips deeper into yours. you feel his cock hit your sweet g-spot, you feel yourself come undone on him.

“fuck daddy! you make me feel so good!” you say as a trail of moans leave your puffed up lips, tongue loling out in the process. he gives you a few more thrusts before he fills you up with his cum, suddenly feeling as your walls tighten around him even more to the point that you’re pushing his cock out of you. he feels you squirt all over him and the bed. issei groans as he sees this happening, rubbing his cock on your clit as you finish coming down from your high. your eyes are rolled to the back of your head, back arched off the bed as you ride out your climax.

issei falls in love all over again, he loves watching his pretty baby melt away as she cums all over his cock. “you’re so pretty princess, such a perfect girl for me.” he coos, kissing your lips softly after you’ve caught your breath.

you feel your cheeks heat up as he praises you. a hum is heard from you, “thank you, issei.” is what you manage to say. to which he just laughs and shakes his head, laying on his side next to you.

“no, no, thank you for this amazing birthday doll... i love you so much.” he whispers to you, caressing your cheek, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you smile gently, chest still rising as you breathe, “i love you too, babe.” you say back to him.

issei smiles, your voice sounding like a sweet melody in his ears. he lays there for a few minutes before getting up and going to the bathroom. he starts up a hot shower before coming back to get you. “now c’mon love, let’s get ourselves cleaned up yeah?”

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[sunshineseung]

Journal Part 2 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 3.2k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, solo masturbation (m), “mommy/ma’am”, other pet names, more smut within smut [spanking, punishment], breast play, begging, agreement of safe word, unprotected PIV, choking, creampie, male overstimulation, a lil bit more but that’s the main stuff

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

The dim light of the desk lamp was all that lit the room as Jeongin desperately jotted his thoughts down into his journal. It was very late at night, almost sunrise, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. As he was writing, he was completely hard, and his hand was lazily stroking his cock, not in an attempt to reach an orgasm, but rather just to relieve some of the pent up energy he had inside of himself. 

This journal will no longer have to be fantasy. Finally, after years of going after girls and failing miserably, I have a girl that wants me, but not just a girl, a woman. Ms. L/n, the woman this entire book is for, said she needs me, and she did get me like she wanted. Although I wasn’t thinking straight, I remember everything. Her defined hands worshipped my body while she teased me, and even with my underwear on, it was hard not whimpering and moaning as she gripped my cock like I’ve wanted her to for so long. When she went down on me, it felt like a dream. I almost pinched myself out of fear that it was all a dream, but when I looked down to see my release covering her chest, I knew it wasn’t. 

The kiss… Her lips were so pretty and soft. The way she kissed me made my heart burst, like my life was just starting to begin. As cheesy as that sounds, I can’t shake the feeling that my neighbor who I once only lusted for was becoming more than just the woman I think about when I’m needy. I want to be with her all the time, and not just for sex. It’s too early to say I’m in love, of course, but despite her being over ten years older than me, would it be crazy of me to say that I like her?

Jeongin shut the journal, putting it in his bookbag for tomorrow. Looking back out of his bedroom window, the light behind your curtains was off, signaling it was way too late for him to be up. He slept good that night knowing all of his wildest and dirtiest dreams were about to come true, or at least a few of them.

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

School was always a drag, but only having one class on Friday’s was a gift from God for Jeongin. All he had to do was get through an hour and a half of class, then he could go to your house. Through text, you told him to be prepared to stay late, possibly overnight, and being the overly excited (and horny) teenage boy that Jeongin is, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. Late night sex, morning sex, shower sex, the things he wanted to do with you were endless. Still, he also wanted to hold your hand, as weird as that sounded.

Putting his feelings aside, he joined his last class of the week and scrolled through his phone as his teacher blabbed on about who-knows-what. He needed something to distract him from the massive distraction that was your entire existence. 

He dashed out of his house right when class ended, showing up to your house earlier than usual only by a few minutes. You thanked him for watching your kids and left, and the casualness of your mannerisms alarmed Jeongin. You’re all he’s been thinking about for the past day, so how were you so calm and collected as if you weren’t wearing the same shirt that had his cum on it, albeit washed and dried right after the fact.

Your kids certainly help Jeongin get his mind off of you when they immediately ask him to play once you leave. After going through every jigsaw puzzle and playing with every Barbie doll, he finally put them to bed, giving him over an hour before you get home from work to write whatever he wants in his journal. He just has to avoid falling asleep this time. 

“Please hit me harder ma’am,” I whine as she has me bent over her lap. I deserve this, and even more so, I want this. I want Ms. L/n to spank my ass as hard as she can while I writhe in her lap with my hard cock rubbing against her leg. “I’ve been a bad boy, haven’t I?” The marks she leaves on my ass burn in the best way. Feeling her nails dig into my skin when she grabs the flesh that she’s made bright red, I cry out of pleasure and pain. What’s so rewarding about being punished, and why does it make my cock twitch with excitement when you treat me like shit?

Subconsciously, Jeongin’s free hand has moved to the tent in his pants, rubbing over the fabric of his jeans for the slightest bit of stimulation. Feeling himself, he puts the journal to the side after writing nearly two pages of disgusting fantasies. Despite having a nice, wholesome time with your two daughters under an hour ago, his mind, as usual, wonders to the thought of you pleasuring him and yourself as much as you want. To Jeongin, he’s your babysitter but also your toy that will happily let you use him however you wish, basically making him your slave. 

Getting home a few minutes early, you walk into your house to see the living room empty, although you were expecting your babysitter to be on the couch. Opening the door to your kids’ room, they’re sound asleep with no sign of him. Your head spins when you hear muffled groans coming from your bedroom. Being only mildly pissed, you storm into your room to see none other Yang Jeongin curled into your comforter, jerking off while his head is buried into your pillow.

“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Jeongin feels the edge of the bed dip as you sit on the edge, but he doesn’t stop. Actually, he speeds up, moaning louder now that you’ve closed the door. He’s still partially dressed with his cute little ass hanging out of the back of his pulled down jeans. “Aw, is my pretty boy about to cum? Who are you thinking about, hm?” 

“Y-you.” Jeongin sighs loudly, feeling himself get closer to his climax just by you mentioning it. “I was thinking about you, only you, ma’am.” His whines of this new name make your face flush. You reach out for his thigh, turning him so he’s laying on his back. He flops into position like a ragdoll, but his hand remains pumping his cock. Just by feeling your hands on him, he cums all over his wrinkled tee shirt. Embarrassed he came so fast, he apologizes, but you know very well he isn’t really done yet.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. You’re so young, and I’m sure you can go another round.”

You pull his pants and underwear down his legs, making him gasp from the sudden exposure despite you seeing it all before. “Now sit up and take that shirt off.”

Fully obedient, he stands off the bed and strips until he’s totally naked, face red as he awkwardly holds his hands to his sides. You sit in front of him, running your hands down his arms until you grab his hips and bring him closer until his cock is right at your chest. Although he’s still a little soft, you’re sure he’ll get hard in no time.

“Undress me, Jeongin.” His eyes go wide as he looks your figure up and down, scared of what he’s about to see, and even more scared of what he’s about to do. With a dramatic gulp, he unbuttons the familiar work shirt you were wearing, exposing your bra. He slowly leans down, carefully not to faceplant into your chest, unbuttoning your top entirely before you shake it off of your shoulders, the article of clothing falling behind you on the bed. “I’m guessing you don’t know how to unhook a bra?”

“N-no. I’m sorry.” Jeongin moves back and covers his face with his hands as you reach behind you and easily unhook your bra for him, dropping it onto your thighs and tossing it somewhere on the floor. When he removes his hands from his face, his jaw hangs open. He can’t take his eyes off of your tits, which are much nicer than he could ever imagine. “May I touch them, mommy?”

“Of course, baby.” You take his wrist in your hand and pull his right hand to your left breast, basically forcing him to squeeze it between his fingers, not that he minded. Seeing him so flustered and confused only made you more turned on. He was so innocent, yet the things he wrote in his journal were so vulgar. You could hardly believe that the words in that cursed book came from the boy that didn’t know how to unhook a bra. “Put your mouth to the nipple.” 

“Huh?”

“Don’t act so naïve, Jeongin. I know you’ve thought about this before.” He finally looks up to you out of shock. “So shy? Now? But when you write in that book of yours, you’re not shy, are you?” 

“No ma’am. I’m sorry.” 

Stopping his hand, you pull him down to his knees by his wrist. He’s eye-level with your stomach, but he quickly raises himself up to connect his lips with one of your nipples. You moan shortly as your hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer into your chest. Even after breastfeeding your two kids, your nipples were sensitive as ever. 

“Good boy.” You stare down at him as he’s focused, swirling his tongue around your bud. When he finally looks up to you, your head is thrown back from the mild pleasure Jeongin’s shooting through your nerves. 

He’s starting to feel bold. Jeongin moves from one nipple to the other, massaging your other spit-coated breast with his hand. His fingers rub your nipple, twisting it just enough for it to all feel good. Your moans become more frequent, and being able to hear you groan for him is all he’s ever wanted. 

“Mommy, can I fuck your tits?” You’re the one that’s shocked this time. He pulls back, his hand becoming still on your other breast. “I want to fuck your tits so bad, please?” 

“Whoa there, baby boy. Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” You laugh at his eagerness, pulling him by his hair to stand up. Just seeing how hard he’s gotten by sucking on your tits is enough to make you almost laugh again, but you wouldn’t want to be too mean to the poor boy. 

Moving back on the bed, you lay down and spread your legs. His eyes immediately direct towards your heat, still covered by your work pants. When you gesture towards the obstacle, he lets out a tiny “oh” before pulling your pants down, leaving you in your sopping panties. 

He hooks his index fingers on the hips of your panties, gently pulling them down your legs before dropping them to the floor with your panties. Again, this is greater than anything he could have imagined. 

“C’mere, my little prince.” You take his hands in yours, dragging him to sit on your thighs while you lay under him. You don’t let go of his hands, and he really doesn’t want you to. Your pet names for him always make him blush, but this one in particular made his heart beat even faster than before. “Have you written anything about me since yesterday?”

Jeongin’s mind becomes clouded by all of the things he’s written in the past 24 hours. Every scenario and confession fills his head, and it takes him a few moments to answer before he comes back to reality to answer you. “Y-yes mommy.”

“What did you write?”

Pause. “S-spank me?” Jeongin’s voice is only a light whisper. 

“What was that?” You lean up a little, holding your hand behind your ear to tease him. “You have to speak up, Jeonginnie.”

“I wrote about you spanking me.” His voice returns to him, now fully speaking from his chest. ���Punishing me, treating me like a doll.”

“Oh my God, baby. That’s so perverted.” You rub his thighs up and down as you stare at his cock, now twitching with your every word. “You want to be my little doll? Let me do whatever I want to you?” 

“Y-yes!” His overexcited nature makes you giggle as you feel around his pelvis, hands getting dangerously close to his dick. “Can I be mommy’s little toy? I’ll be good, I promise!”

“But don’t you want me to punish you too?” You bite your lip as you look up at him. He’s looking off into the distance, imagining all of the nasty things he wants you to do to him. “Spank you, degrade you, deprive you?” 

“Can’t I have both?” His retort is quick. You didn’t know he could answer you so soon since he was clearly dipping into subspace, although he didn’t even know he did that. “Be your good boy and make you punish me?”

“Wow, so dirty~ We’ll need a safe word, alright?” He nods in understanding, watching you as you try to come up with a word that you could both comfortably say. “How about ‘mango’? Would that be good for you?”

“Mango is good, yeah.” You feel around the base of his cock, watching precum drip from his tip as he groans.

“What do you want to do right now, baby boy?”

“Oh,” he ponders for a second, “p-please fuck me.” 

“Ah, I love it when you beg.” You roughly push him over, his body falling onto the bed right where he was jerking off not too long ago. Climbing over him, you line his member up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds. He whimpers under you, biting the side of his hand to hold back any unwanted sounds he might let out. “Are you ready?”

“Y-yes, mommy! Please let me feel you.” The hand he isn’t biting down on goes to one of his nipples, feeling his chest like he just did to you. You slowly lower onto him, watching his facial expressions rapidly change as he gets used to feeling your cunt around him. He isn’t the biggest, but he still manages to fill you up and make you feel just right. 

Once you’re fully lowered onto him, he grabs your hips and holds you, whining your name over and over again. You can tell he’s trying to get something out, but his brain is too blank to form a sentence. Adjusting yourself on his cock, he groans with a high-pitched whine following shortly after.

“Wait, w-what if I cum inside you?” You look down at him, smiling at his cuteness. “I don’t think I’ll be able to last too long.”

“Don’t worry about a thing, baby.” You lean over and kiss his forehead, holding his face in your palms. “No matter what, I’m not stopping until I cum, got it?”

“Y-yes, ah~ Y/n!” Leaning back from his face, you raise up on him while he is mid-sentence, making him moan out for you. When you start to ride him, his sounds just can’t stop. Fearful that he’ll wake your children, you lean forward again and cover his mouth with your hand, still allowing him to breath through his nose. Ignoring your hand, he continues to cry and wail, feeling like he was on cloud nine just from you riding him. 

“You have such a nice cock, Jeonginnie. It’s even better inside me, though.” Your mind starts to fog, ignoring the younger boy’s needs to chase your own high. While one of your hands covers his mouth, your other hand wraps around his neck, choking him just enough to make him sob from the thrill. A few tears rolled down his cheeks, and without being able to warn you, he reached his climax and shot his load inside you, but you didn't stop.

Cum leaks out of your hole as your movements become quicker and rougher. The hand that covered his mouth has now joined your other hand around his neck, choking him as he sobs from the overstimulation, yet the predetermined safe word isn’t even crossing his mind. He loves everything you’re doing to him more than he could ever describe with words.

Your thumb runs across his bottom hip and he opens his mouth, light sobs leaving his throat. Ducking down towards his face, you kiss him with full tongue, something he’s never experienced before. Still, he quickly learned the movements and kissed you back, loving the feeling of your mouth against his. 

Pulling away, you stare down into his eyes. You looked beyond beautiful to him, and the entire visual of your half-lidded eyes, gaping mouth, bouncing tits, and dripping cunt making his cock disappear over and over again, he couldn’t help but get hard again.

“Cum for me, please mommy?” He pouts, giving you the glimmering eyes that always make you shudder. His hand hesitantly makes his way down to your clit, circling it with one finger while you ride his cock. You’re not entirely sure how he knows where the clitoris is, but it feels so good that you don’t even care. 

Mewling with your entire throat, your cunt tightens around Jeongin’s cock as you ride out your high, shallowing your movements. The sight of you cumming from him makes him moan right with you, nearly cumming inside you again. AS you come down from your orgasm, you slowly pull yourself off of him, his cock dropping against his abdomen, covering in the combined juices of you two. Catching your breath, you lay next to Jeongin, secretly hoping he’ll turn to his side so you can spoon him for a minute. 

“I can stay, right?” Jeongin turns to you while you lay on your side, looking to you for any sign of discontent. You nod as you stand up to go to the bathroom and clean up. “Oh, where are you going?”

“I can’t sleep like this.” You laugh as you gesture to your pussy, clearly in no shape to sit overnight. “I’ll be right back out.”

You disappear into the bathroom, ready to take care of the mess between your legs. Jeongin grabs a tissue and wipes himself clean of any release left on himself before laying back down and going on his phone, seeing a plethora of text message notifications from his friends’ group chat. He doesn’t have the mental capacity to check them right now. He just wants to bliss out, joyfully going through the entire night over again in his mind, cementing every action and event in his memory. 

Walking back from the bathroom, you toss yourself onto the bed and lay next to Jeongin, asking him politely to turn over so you can be the big spoon. With your chest pressed against his back, he puts his phone down and falls asleep.

Suddenly, your phone rings, and you quickly reach over to answer the call without seeing who it was. Unfortunately, it was your ex husband's voice coming from the other end, and you wish you had turned your ringer off. Jeongin was asleep, just like your kids, but as you rubbed your eyes from tiredness, you couldn’t help but regret answering the call.

“Y/n, are you fucking one of my students?”

Shit.

[ppersonna]

tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[yunhostinyuyu]

relax for once?

pairing: boyfriend!wooyoung x fem reader

genre: idol!au, fluff, smut

wc: 0.9k

synopsis: you decided to give your boyfriend a destresser after being busy with promotions for so long...

warnings: nudity, swearing, clit play, teasing, woo is a little horny

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“How long do I leave this stuff on my face?” your boyfriend exclaimed from the bathtub he was currently sitting in as you walked away from him and towards the sink.

He was butt naked, only covered by dozens of bubbles and the bright blue coloured water - thanks to the bath bomb you threw in just minutes prior. This was your try of treating Wooyung after the intense couple of weeks he had, promoting and working his ass off. He didn’t feel like himself because everything was getting to him. And since he doesn’t take care of him enough, you took matters into your own hands.

Washing the thick substance of the face mask you applied to his cheeks, nose and forehead off your hands. You looked over to him: dark hair slicked back with water and his eyelids closed, eyelashes sticking together and lips pressed in a thin line. Even if you were working a lot yourself, it was a top priority to care for your significant other as much as possible. Even if it turned to be quite difficult due to your schedules clashing more often than you’d like to admit. You made each other glow when you’re around and it fills you up with so much happiness and energy. It was something you could not describe, and despite only being dating for a few months, but calling it ‘love’ would be too much for now.

“It’ll start drying in a minute or two, and I can wash it off in about eight minutes.” You explained as you walked back over to him. Tapping his neck slightly and push a scrunched up towel in between the small space, so his head wouldn’t be laying on the harsh surface of the bathtub. His eyes fluttered open as he felt your delicate hands touch him again. “What would I do without you, huh?” he groaned, squirming around in his seating placement.

Ignoring his question to focus once again on his relaxation: „Are you comfortable Woo? Do you need anything more?“ hurrying back and forth, thinking of things to do for him. He tried his best to relax and enjoy his treatment. Acknowledging your efforts, but it was hard for him to turn his head off with you running around the bathroom. Rather he would have you snug against his chest and his lips on yours. After dashing past Wooyoung for the sixth time in the last minute, he reaches out his hand out of the bathtub to snatch your arm firmly. Standing there next to him in an oversized Sweater and Pyjama shorts, his wet fingers damping the material of your clothes. Your curious eyes find his big and hazy ones, before he speaks up again:

“Baby, come on. Would you calm down please and just...” he sits up straight in the tub, his other arm darting out of the water to take your other hand in his. Trying to push you down to join him in the bath, you vehemently shake your head. “Woo, No. This is for you only. You deserve it, I’ll just do the work.” trying to shake his hands off, but with no success. Instead he brings you down to crouch next to him so the two of you are on eye level. Slowly shaking his head and moving his hands to your sides, creeping up beneath the fuzzy material. He was busy appreciating your body and you let yourself reluctantly fall into his touch. After a few moments he swiftly pulls your top over your head and discharges it somewhere in the room, not that any of you care right now.

He leans in closer to your ear, pushing your hair back to fall against your back. “Get out of those tiny shorts and join me. Help me relax, baby. I want you right here.” whispering with his deep voice, knowing the effect is has on you. This didn’t go as you planned and you would damn yourself for it later. But before you can give it another thought, your fingers start to work the string that keeps your shorts up. Pulling them down, Wooyoung’s eyes kept roaming over your naked figure, enjoying what was unfolding in front of him.

You hesitated for a second, testing his patience without intending to do so. “Doll, don’t make me wait any longer... come on baby.” commanding as he spreads his legs and holding his hand out to help you. Settling down in his lap, growing shy immediately as you feel his bulge graze the insides of your thighs. Bringing your arm up to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. He was having none of it though: taking your hands away to plant a kiss on your lips. Not letting up on each other for a while, the fire inside of you expanding with radical speed, and you felt that he experienced the same. Your connection was tangible, despite not dating each other for long, you both felt like a complete puzzle whenever you kissed, and you never wanted to let go of him. Not now, not ever.

One of his fingers reached down to your sensitive nub and started to rub gentle circles, marking you jolt in his grasp. Shushing you with another kiss before he hushed:

“Let me make us feel good, so please relax for once?”

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a/n: hi :) i originally started writing this piece about mingi, but it made me too sad, so I changed it. also it’s my first time writing things as smutty as this. hope everyone enjoys it still. (sorry for disappearing for a while but I’m back now!)

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 15

Bucky

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: Tony throws a party, bucky returns

Warnings: kissing, swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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It's been nearly six months since I escaped HYDRA a second time, and since then all me and Steve have done is have sex. It's glorious, the freedom (and the pleasure) that comes with being with Steve, and I love him more and more every day. He told me he loved me about a months ago, over a candle-lit dinner and a bunch of roses. It was so sweet, but I am yet to say the words back to him. Well, not that I've been talking much, per say.

My voice was slowly returning, yet I still couldn't string together more than two words and my voice was far from being strong or sounding like it used to.

Bruce had miraculous found some medication that helped, and abashedly admitted that if the sex was helping me make any noise, it should continue.

One of the main issues, is that almost everyone except my dad had been walking on eggshells around me for months. And in new exactly why. It's because they're yet to bring him the soldier.

And if I'm being a hundred percent honest, I'm slightly happy they haven't yet. After all, I don't know if I could bury my feelings towards him and that wouldn't be fair to Steve. And yet in being fair to Steve, I was being cruel to the soldier. After all, to make Steve comfortable, I'm mentally condemning the soldier to continue the horrid and violent lifestyle that comes with HYDRA.

I shake the overcrowding thoughts off, resetting my stance before landing a pinch to the bag.

"Good." Steve praises, stood beside the swinging bag with his arms crossed over his chest. I continue to punch it hard, focusing more on the strength than the technique as I try and will away the flurries thoughts in my mind. "Why don't we try that thing you always get wrong?" Steve asks, almost mockingly. I shoot him a glare. He chuckled, unwrapping my fists for my before bringing me over to the table where our water sat. I took a big pull of the refreshing liquid, barely paying attention as Steve readies the targets.

When I saunter over, he hands me a set of small, but agile, blades before stepping away. I clear my throat, putting myself into the correct stance before giving my boyfriend a nod. Steve nods back, pressing the button before the human-shaped targets begin to move. They're staggered, the last one so far back I can never seem to hit the bullseye. No matter how many times a I try - which is at least once a day - I can never hit it.

The aim is to hit the targets in order of closest to furthest, burying the blade in the mannequins' chests where the red dots it. I take a deep breath, letting my wrist fall loose. I release the blade of my exhale, watching with narrowed eyes as it sinks itself into the black dummy's chest. I let out a breath I was holding, moving onto the next one. Bullseye. Bullseye. Bullseye. Onto the last target, my vision focused, my mind centred on the farther and the target only.

Inhale. Focus. Exhale. Throw.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, before my hand quickly flys to my mouth, slapping over my lips in shock. It was almost cartoonish, the way Steve's eyes widened like a deer in headlights before the brightest, wolfish grin became his lips.

The knife had wizzed through the air, breezing past the other targets before the tip was piercing smoothly through the little red dot at its heart. Bullseye.

"Holy shit." I repeat, a smile pulling the corners of my mouth up. Steve rushed forward, engulfing my knees a bone-crushing hug before lifting me from the ground and spinning around with me in his arms.

"You spoke!" He rejoiced.

"I can talk! My voice - it's back!" I was starstruck, completely and utterly speechless. I can talk.

"Holy shit indeed." A voice came from behind us.

"Tony." Steve greeted as he let me down, my feet already carrying me across the room until I was enveloped in my dad's arms too.

"We should celebrate. I'm throwing you a party." Tony decided, placing a kiss to my hair. "Tonight. Wear something nice, both of you." He pulled away, looking pointedly at me and Steve before retreating with a smile.

...

I stood before my mirror, hands smoothing over the dark blue fabric laying over my hips. I breathed deeply, head tilting to the side as I studied myself. I wore a silky blue dress that cling to my waist and fell elegantly down from my hips, hitting my ankles and presenting a thigh-high slit on one side. The dress barely had a back, the front showing just enough cleavage to be considered teasing. Around my neck I wore a necklace steve had given me the night he told me he loved me, and I couldn't help but breath out a laugh at the small silver Captain America shield charm hanging from it. I wore some shoes I new I'd regret - trainers. Plain, white canvas shoes that totally ruined the look. But I'd never worn heels before, and I didn't feel like embarrassing myself at my own party.

My hair fell over my shoulders in loose curls, make up simple as I never tended to wear any anyway.

I took a deep breath, opening my room door to be greeted by Steve. He was dashing, clad in a navy blue suit and tie, his hair slightly messy bit in a hot way, and his blue eyes gleaming.

"You look breathtaking, doll." He commented, eyes scanning over my body, clearly lingering on the slit in my dress. I smirked slightly, looping my arm with his outstretched one.

"You look rather handsome yourself." I smiled sweetly, not missing the way steve held back a laugh when he finally noticed my choice of footwear. "Hey!" I laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

"I'm sorry, doll. I just didn't quite expect it." He sniggered, making me scoff and roll my eyes.

"And what did you expect? Three foot tall, strappy heels? When have you even seen me in anything besides trainers or tactical boots, Rogers?" I asked pointedly, shutting Steve up. When we reached the main room when my part was already in full swing, Steve pulled my close to him, coaxing a gasp from my lips.

"And where would you be hiding your knives tonight?" Steve murmured in my ear, nibbling on the lob as his arm kept me firmly pressed against him. It was a little joke we'd formed, as every time I was out in public steve managed to find a knife on me somewhere - in a pocket, down my bra, tucked into the waistband of whatever I was wearing, you name it. To anyone else, we simple looked to be having a normal conversation like any couple would've, but it was much more than that. I assumed in his question Steve was referring to my backless dress that hung so low there's no way I'd even find a way to wear underwear with it. So I went without.

"If tonight goes how I'm planning, you'll have plenty of time to find out for yourself." I whispered against his neck, smirking when his adam's apple bobbed. I sauntered away slowly, making sure my hips swayed as I walked.

The party flew by, people I could hardly remember greeting me and telling me how much they'd missed me as if they'd been some kind of surrogate mother or something to me.

That's where I currently found myself, a fake smile so big it was probably obvious plastered over my face as I nodded along whenever May said something. Peter stood beside her, champagne flute that I just new was filled with appletiser clutched in his hand, smirk hidden behind the rim of the glass at my pained expression.

"So how long have you been home?" May asked, smile so genuine it was embarrassing how fake my own was.

"Only about six months." I smiled back, eyes darting around the room nervously looking for an escape.

"Six months?! You should've met up with Peter sooner! You would've hung out with her, right Peter?" May exclaimed, turning to her nephew who was clearly trying to hold back a snigger as he answered with a quick 'of course'. I sent him a glare that briskly morphed back into a smile the second May was turned my way again.

The smile turned much more real the second I saw my dad climb up onto the table across the room, glass and spoon in his hands. May and Peter spun to look at him along with everyone else in the room when the captivating sound of the metal clanging gracefully against the champagne flue echoed in the room.

"Thank you, thank you, everyone!" Tony called, chatter diminishing in the crowd at his voice. A smile - an actual smile - graced my lips when I realised he was making a speech about me being home. "I'm just here tonight, talking to you all, about my daughter!" Tony began, a small applause following as many pairs of eyes sought for me in the crown.

"You know, the day I found you laying on my doorstep," he stated, taking a swig of his drink, "I thought: how the hell am I gonna raise this stupid ass kid that's been dumped on my like some sort of...animal." I gasped, tears bubbling in my eyes. I thought we were past this- this hate. "This fucking bastard that's come from the filthy streets."

"Tony, that's enough." Nat says from where she stood beside the table, tugging the man's ankle in an attempt to get him down.

"You're drunk." Steve stated from beside him, anger written over his usually perfect features.

"It's all you! It's you, y/n!" He shouted.

"Dad.." I mumbled through my tears, every head in the room locked on my as my bottom lips wobbled aggressively.

"You killed me the day you showed up, and ever day I see you I realise how much I regret taking you in, raising you as my own." He spat with a venom I'd never heard in my dad's voice before.

"Tony!" Steve shouted, but he merely pushed the super soldier's words aside.

"You're not special, y/n! And you never were! Just a Thorne in my side," he explained, climbing down from the table with a slight drunken wobble. "That's why I picked Peter. Smart, agile, unique." He rambled on, making his was through the sea of people that parted instantly for him until he was right in front of me, Peter and May. "So why don't you make this easy, and don't make me chose between you a second time." Tony claimed.

"What? Because you'd chose him?" I sobbed, hand covering my mouth as I bit back the tears.

"Tony, don't!" Steve snapped, now at my side and holding his hands on my hips possessively.

"If you chose him over you're own daughter, Tony...I swear to god somebody better hide you in the time it takes me to find a gun." Nat glared, standing to my side with a wicked look in her eyes.

"Y/n is your daughter." Bruce tried to reason, flinching away when Tony shot him a look that could kill.

"Yeah, I'd chose him." Tony finally settles, silence ensuing after the piercing shatter of a glass broke the room. May stood there, broken glass at her feet and mouth open so wide her jaw must've physically hurt.

"Y/n, I- I am so sorry.." Peter barely whispered from beside May, his own face red from a mixture of threatening tears and embarrassment. I have Tony a dirty look, leaning forward slightly and spitting at the ground in front of him.

"Fuck you." I bit like a viper, spinning harshly on my heel and storming from the room, trying so hard to hide my tears until I was out of sight.

Once I'd reached the stairs, I was kicking my heels off and springing up the steps, two at a time. Reaching the top, I clutched the railing for a second as if to ground myself as a sob ripped through me, my palm covering my mouth again as if it could stop the sounds. I padded quickly across the carpeted floor, fumbling with the handle of my door before pushing it open blindly, stumbling inside.

A sharp gasp was stolen from me when I walked in, more tears clouding my eyes. I hastily swiped them away with my palms, desperate to get a good look of the man before me. His cerulean eyes, long and thick dark hair, his undeniably visible metal arm...

Then his lips met mine. Not desperate or hard like usual, but gentle and slow, as if I would shatter to a thousand pieces if he even held my soft face with too much pressure. "Y/n." he said seriously, but a small smile still glistening in his deep blue eyes. "Soldier." I responded, reflecting his playful seriousness. He pulled me in for another passionate kiss, my whole body relishing in its tenderness. The soldier bought his mouth next to my ear, leaning over me and holding my waist carefully. My thoughts raced one another over and over, but there was always a clear winner: I had him back.

His compassionate whisper floated past my ear, dancing around the loose curls of hair that were tucked messily behind my ear, a whirlwind of emotions tunnelling through me, allowing the butterflies to roam free as he murmured "It's Bucky, by the way."

"We're done."

A frown settled across my face, my head snapping the the side to see Steve stood gobsmacked and clearly hurt in the door. He must've followed me, to make sure I was alright and now he's seen this, and - how long had he been standing there?

"Steve, it's not what it looks like." Bucky tried, now also looking at the Super Soldier.

"So it's not my best friend kissing my girl? Hm?" Steve almost whimpered, as if the words physically hurt him to say.

"Well, yes, but-"

"No. No buts. I don't give a shit what you have to say." Steve interjected me, the harshness of his voice cutting through me like a knife. "Have a nice fucking life." He spat, before turning and retreating out of the door. I started wistfully after him, before glancing back to Bucky and opening my mouth to speak.

"Go. I'll talk to you later." He answered for me, a reassuring glint in his blue-grey eyes. I gave him a small nod and a grateful smile before instantly running after Steve.

"Steve! Steve, wait!" I called after him, but the man's strides were so damn long I couldn't catch up to him even whilst running. "Please, let me explain!" He turned around at that, my body colliding with the wall of muscle that was his torso.

"What's there to explain, y/n?" He said, defeated.

"I- I don't really know. I just don't want to lose you." I murmured, placing my hands of his chest and looking up at the man through my lashes. He wrapped his hands around my wrists before yanking them away from his chest, tears stinging in my eyes. "I love you, Steve." I whispered, for the first time. Steve averted his gaze with a frustrated sigh.

"It's a little too late for that. You can tell Bucky he won't be hearing from me either." Steve spoke, dropping my wrists and turning to leave again. I didn't follow him this time, I didn't call after him, I just sunk to my knees, head in my hands, and cried.

[jaeminscoffee]

Let me in. (m.)

Pairing- Lee Donghyuck x reader

Genre- Fluff, Smut, tiny bit of angst..?

Word count- 6.03k (ily I'm sorry oof)

Warning- sexual themes suggested, written horribly, slight corruption kink, bestfriend!haechan, slight possessiveness , fingering, praise kink, friends to lovers trope, cliché af. Also definitely not proof read.

Summary- When you let him in, paradise unfolded is an understatement.

(literally the first time i wrote based of a song and it was a really challenging but! fun experience so thank you for requesting this! This also gave me an idea of closing off my previous prompt as starting a song prompt..? )

➳ listen to Ooh La La La by Exo.

When i turn my head

My eyes meet yours

Once again I'm staring at you

That smile is a bit too much for me

It's hard being friends with a girl, so beautiful, so generous and giving and still not having her all for yourself. Or so was how Haechan felt. 

You were so close to him, yet so far. You always looked out for him as though he was your top priority, and that boosted his ego. You were his, to an extent. It's when Haechan thought it'd be the best to have you come over to the party his frat's throwing, wanting you to loosen up a little, he couldn't hold himself back. 

After the last bell to class rang, Haechan immediately started packing his bag, remembering Mark, his other half as you exclaimed had warned him not to be even a second late, saying something along the lines of 'apparently Johnny won't DJ for us unless we actually give him something materialistic' or something.

You watch with a wide smile, your best friend frantically reaching out under his desk to get out all books only to shove them carelessly into his bag, 

"Calm down, Hyuck. You still have 2 hours to reach there and the frat house' barely half an hour away" Haechan let out a curse having dropped around 3 of his books alongside that one pen he carries around, he turned towards you with his eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing you smile wide at him, laughing even at his misery weirdly had his heart skipping beats. It was a normality now to him. It wouldn't take a genius to guess he's whipped for you, everyone, other than you apparently knew about that. 

Filled with an ease leaving me to burn

I can't breathe when i see your eye smile 

It's like you know that's your charm

"Hey don't smile at me like that! What type of a friend are you even?" Haechan exclaimed dramatically, completely ignoring how his heart had started beating just a little faster, breathing growing just a little frantic, face heating up just a little. 

"What?? I'm not supposed to smile now?" you ask with the same exaggeration, lifting your hands up to hit him softly when he got a hold of your hand, pulling you in for a hug,

"Don't ditch me at the party, I'll be waiting, love you bye!" he said it all in one breath, patting your back, placing a peck on your forehead before leaning down and picking up his  bag before dashing out of the door. 

You stood there still, bringing your palms up to your cheeks to calm the heat down. 

It's the thoughts or prejudice that you had that friends are supposed to stay friends that had you constraining your feelings for the lad. You'd be an idiot to have a whole package of what a good, ideal man is supposed to be like right beside you but still not fall for him. That's impossible even, worse than mission impossible.

"Love you too.." you say out low, mostly to yourself as you give yourself a second to calm down before moving forward to pack your own things up, leaving the classroom as soon as you're done to go set things up before the 'party' tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to decide what to wear. Simple, a skirt and a blouse. They were your usual fit anyway and you didn't like all those jazzy, flashing, revealing clothes people usually wear to parties. A pleated white skirt that fell mid thigh, a black and white striped long sleeve turtleneck shirt which you paired with a silver butterfly pendant, ending it with  black suede boots. 

 Sandra, your neighbor ergo a close acquaintance of yours, offered you a ride to the venue, having her boyfriend DJ there. She informed you how she'd be one of the ones to serve the drinks, adorning a shocked expression when you told her you don't drink. 

"Friend's with Lee Haechan yet you don't drink? No way" the elder exclaimed, you let out a laugh, remembering the last time the said boy had forced a drink down your throat, an action he regrets till date. "He might be a heavy drinker, i think the max i can handle is either a glass of wine or a bottle of breezer, nothing more and nothing less" 

You arrive at the frat house relatively faster than usual, thanks to Sandra's amazing driving skills, but you were immediately abandoned as she spotted her boyfriend, Johnny, in the yet to fill room. No doubts you had arrived early as the boys that you recognize as Felix, Han, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, Yangyang, Mark, San, and three others you didn't know quite well off, were arranging the red party cups and bottles on the kitchen counter. 

You scan your eyes all around the room to locate your possible crush, well, best friend in the crowd. Eyes landing at the figure leaning against the wall towards the stairs as he spoke to Hyunjin, a white tee tucked into his usual black knee slit skinny jeans topped with a blue checkered oversized t-shirt which was left unbuttoned made him look absolutely breathtaking. Not to mention, his hair was gelled back, with only a few strands let loose to hover over his forehead. Godly. The only word that could describe him. 

Maybe you might've stood there looking at him for way too long, potentially drooling even because he should've felt your intense gaze upon himself, as he turned his head away from the long haired boy, looking all over the place mimicking your actions from before to spot the gaze, landing upon you. 

Haechan physically shudders, how could one look that flawless? He pats his friend on the shoulder, making his way around him with slow strides towards you. It's hard to keep his feelings intact when you look like that, that ethereal, and his hands to himself. That's a catch. He loved seeing you in your plaid skirts. But he hated that it's not just him who gets to see you like that. Haechan wanted you to dress up for him. Look pretty for him. Be pure for him. Be his. And maybe, just maybe, tonight he'd have enough courage to ask you out. 

Your eyes are whispering to me

It's like they're asking me to approach. 

Intoxicated by his looks, being able to see no one but him, you make your way towards him too, replacing the fangirling face with a smile that he adored oh so much. 

"Hyuck! Hey!" you walk faster stepping out of your daze, pulling him into a hug, before hitting his shoulders slightly, "Next time, learn to pick up your phone" you exclaim, pulling away not too far, having his hands rest on top of your hips as you look into his eyes. Haechan mumbled something incoherent under his breath, shaking his head subtly. "sorry sorry, my phone was in the other room and pretty sure you called me when we were checking the music systems" 

"you're lucky Sandra lives like, right next door. I was actually planning on ditching the party and just binge watch the office" you playfully nag at him, hitting his shoulder this time. You push yourself away from him, involuntarily, wanting to cherish his warmth a little longer, but that'd be sketchy.

"Anyways! How do I look?" you wriggle your eyebrows before doing a twirl, which had your skirt slightly lift up a bit, Haechan visibly gulps, stopping you with your hand, "ugly as usual" he said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Seeing your face dim down a bit, he lets out a chuckle, "do you really need me to tell you that you're beautiful, doll?" he pulled you in again, lifting his head up when he heard sounds of gagging, a sign of disgust from somewhere around the pair of you. 

" 'do you really need me to tell you that you're beautiful, doll?' oh cut it out you filth." exclaimed a voice in a distorted manner behind you. You turn around to face a senior of yours, a close friend. "Mark!" you extend your hand out to do your infamous handshake, that lasts at least for over 15 seconds that had Haechan roll his eyes. 

"says the filthiest himself" he let out, making you snort in a not so attractive way. "Hey, at least i'm not the one flirting with my best friend here" Mark pointed out, fingers wrapped around the party cup with god knows what drink. "you flirt with anything breathing" you add, laughing as he sends a wink your way. 

"You look stunning, Y/n" "Now who's flirting huh?" Haechan said, suddenly all up his guard. "woaw, not flirting because someone would whoop my ass later, but stating facts is all i did" Mark smirked, turning back as someone screamed out his name, "well I'll catch up later, gotta blast! Byeee!" he let out hurriedly, making his way towards the back of the house.

"I'll go get us some drinks, cranberry? Or lemon?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer. "Cranberry, duh" you reply with sass to which he let out a loud laugh. 

"You got it"

Maybe you believed that it's time you break your own limits, or maybe you just wanted to seem cool to Donghyuck. Whatever the reason was had you drink more than what your tolerance allowed you to. You felt euphoric and sick at the same time. You weren't completely gone just yet, you were still sober, surprisingly. The actual surprise is that Haechan, the usually 'I'll end all drinkers carrier' type of guy, stopped at just a bottle of beer. 

Reaching out to the glass Renjun held out towards you as an offer, you felt your hands being swatted away, making you flinch slightly. 

"That's enough drinks for her tonight" he said, shoving his friends hand away slightly as you whined. "i can handle a drink more" you reply, reaching out again, "no you can't, and no you won't" he insisted, raising his eyebrows at you in a challenging way, wanting to see if you'll oppose him. 

It might've been the intoxicating liquid in your system at the moment, but staring back at Haechan had the bottom of your stomach churning. You look away with the same speed you initiated the eye contact with. 

"You're not my dad.." you mumble, puckering your lips into a small pout as you hear his friends laugh at your slight quarrel. 

"but i am your boy- best friend. And for a fact, i know you'll fall unconscious if you take another drink" Jaemin starts hooting slowly at Haechan's slight slip up.

"Tsk, whatever" you reply, rebelling against him and taking the bottle out of Renjun's hand as he stared at you, amusement clearly evident on his face. 

"Feisty. I like how you don't listen to hyuck, maybe we should be best friends" he let out, holding out his fist to fist bump yours, which you do, sticking your tongue out at your best friend. 

"Okay! Let's play, put a finger down if you have!" Yangyang suggested, eyes scanning all your faces to see if anyone's not feeling the game today. Seeing everyone do nothing but nod, he starts dictating, asking them to put up five fingers. The first person to lose out apparently has to either take shots or confess their deepest secrets. 

The first rounds went well, easy questions which made you feel bored, slight headache striking in, making you rest your head on Haechan's shoulder. Sensing weight on his shoulder, he turned his head towards the side, looking at you with concern, a glint of 'I told you' shining through the orbs. 

"tell me off later, my head hurts real bad" you mumble, soft enough for only him to hear before he could nag at you. Saying nothing else other than shifting closer to you for you to get comfortable he said, "Just sleep, I'll take you home".

The moment you close your eyes after his words, you hear Jeno blurt out the next question, it being his turn to do so. 

"put a finger down if you've ever been head over heels for your best friend", His other friends chuckle, while Jeno smirked at Haechan, too tired to open your eyes to see who put a finger down, you fail to notice Haechan put a finger down, looking down at you all worn out on his shoulder, his circle feigning disgust. 

The game was probably long done, the party might've also ended, you must've fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes, you find yourself in your best friend's bedroom, still feeling tired. Looking outside the window, seeing it's still dark outside, you turn to the side, flinching just a bit when you find Haechan at the side of the bed, arms folded over the sheets as he rests his head on top of it. It must've been uncomfortable kneeling on the floor for that long. 

You take the chance to look at him properly, well, better than the past god knows how many years into your friendship. You take your time to roam your eyes all over his facials. Gawking at the moles adorning his tanned skin, lifting your fingers up to feather over them. Your hands then move to the scars at each corner of his eyebrows, chuckling as you remember how he got them. 

You brush his dishevelled hair out of his face, the action making Haechan stir in his slumber which had you stop your moments completely. Running your fingers through his hair one last time, about to pull your hands away from him to not wake him up you feel his hands grip your wrist, holding it in place. 

You yelp, not expecting him to be awake, "why did you stop? I was about to fall asleep" he whines out, getting up from the floor, standing to his full height which makes you shift, leaning your back against the headboard to look at him more comfortably. 

"Did you carry me up here?" you asked, voice a little hoarse as the alcohols after effects had your throat burn. "Nope, you just zapped here. Of course I carried you" he replied, masking his flustered look at how you looked, face glowing, eyes hazed and on bed. His bed. 

"Does it hurt for you to reply normally for once..?" you open your eyes a little wider in genuine curiosity 

Oh la la la, please allow me 

Oh la la la, into your imagination 

I'll go right in, so let me in

I'll dance in your eyes 

Oh la la la, the moment our gazes meet. 

Replying is hard, keeping his eyes away from your lips is hard, to stop himself from slowly leaning forward was hard too. You're killing him. The alcohol in his system did nothing more than fuel his desires for you.

It's weird, how one moment, you're whining at your best friend being a sarcastic hoe to how your breath gets caught in your lungs the next moment at the sight of your crush leaning closer to you. 

It's weird how all those thoughts of, 'friends should stay friends' were thrown right out of the window when he was now, just inches away from you, noses grazing each other.

The proximity was that where you could feel his breath fanning your lips. Now that's weird too, weren't you just having a normal conversation? 

Haechan snaps out of it, you're probably drunk. He pulls away just as you close your eyes, ready to bask in the feeling of his lips against yours. 

"I can't.. You'll forget all this by tomorrow, I'll wake you up before class, have some rest." He said, avoiding eye contact as you felt a pang of disappointment hit you. 

That night, all Haechan could think of was your slightly parted lips, eyes fixated on your lips and your slow, shallow, small breath. 

You've never felt awkward around Haechan, neither do you want to feel awkward around him, but each time you see him, all you're reminded of is how close you were to change your friendship into something else. 

On the other hand, Haechan wanted to hit himself for cowering out once again. He was so close to finally making you his. But now all he's left with is a sexual tension so thick that could be cut by a knife. He wanted you. He craved you.

It only started working him up more the day you called him over to your studio apartment for a movie night, ignoring all past events over the week. Them being, Haechan becoming a much touchy friend. He's always been a physical affection shower either ways. 

Haechan complied, arriving at your place with a large bag of Doritos. Greeting you with a huge smile, ignoring the fast beating of his heart when you reciprocate the same expression. 

"Heyyy! Missed me? I know! I missed me too" Haechan said, making his way around you quickly to hide the crimson that took place on his cheeks, not wanting you to see it. 

"I did" you say quietly, closing the door as Haechan made himself comfortable on your couch, having set the chip packet in the kitchen counter. 

He mentally took a note of your outfit, plain black shorts that were a little too short for the sake of his heart not falling right out, and a white shirt, a crop top, to be precise.

"It's your turn to choose the movie" you say, making your way towards the other side of the couch. "Monsters inc?" he answers as you whine, having already regret the choice of giving him the liberty. 

"Hyuck we watched that movie about like, 5 times, when will you get over it?" you ask

"Never so stop whining and watch the movie with me." he replied with the sass you were oh so familiar with, making you roll your eyes. 

Ah, it's going to be a long night. 

You were lost in your own thoughts, not paying attention to the movie much as you remember the night at the frat house. It's impossible to get Lee Haechan out of your mind. It's impossible because you know he has his eyes on you right now. Looking at you, oblivious to the fact that you knew of his gaze. 

"Hyuck.. " you call him out, turning to face him from your side of the couch. Haechan looks away momentarily, flustered as you caught him stare at you. He hums in response, keeping his eyes fixed on the screen. 

"About that night in your room" you start, turning completely, your body facing him as you sit criss cross. Haechan visibly tenses up, thinking you're about to tell him off for crossing the line, "Y/n, about that, i'm- i'm sor-"

"Do you like me?"

Right now, in this moment, the space between us

Is filled with this strong trembling 

Becoming a rhythm and drawing me in

Let your body move to it however you'd like. 

Haechan was caught off guard by your question, blinking, once, twice, even shaking his head to see if he's imagining things, "Huh?" he asked just for confirmation. 

"Do you like me..?" you repeated, slower, heart racing in anticipation as you lean forward a bit, waiting for his reply.

"What are you going to do if I say.. Yes?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he leaned forward a little too. You had the strong urge to want to lean back from the proximity, feeling blood rush up to your cheeks but you stood your ground, wanting to do this right here. Right now. 

"Then I'll continue what we almost started" you exclaim, the smile he loves so much finding its way onto your face.

"Will you? Really?" he asked, scooting closer to you, something about his eyes switching gazes when you lean further, making your shirt come down a bit. You nod, that's when he pulls you forward by your arms, making you let out a sound of surprise as you crash onto his side, looking at him with your eyes widened. 

"Then yes." he whispered after leaning close to your ears, you feel yourself growing hot each passing second. The position is extremely intimate. You pull away to look into his eyes, to spot any signs of all this being nothing more than just a joke. You lose it when he looks at you with a strong gaze, eyebrows slightly raised, lips drawn into a small smile, immediately pressing yours onto his after staring it for way too long.

His hands found their way around your waist, tugging at you slowly, gesturing you to get onto his lap. 

An odd smile that doesn't let on

Seeing through the curiosity driving me on

And sending a sign

You oblige, as your lips move in unison, Haechan shifted in his seat to a better position, man spreading to let you sit better on his lap all while still not letting go of your lips. 

His hands find their way under your crop top, letting his arms wander the bare skin of your back, his cold touch in contrast to your warm body making you gasp. Haechan takes the opportunity of your parted lips to enter your mouth, tongue pressing against yours making you whine. 

You pull away only when you feel your lungs practically begging for a puff of air even, tugging softly at his slightly grown hair, letting out an airy giggle at the sight of your lip color smeared at the corner of his lips. 

"That was way better than all I've imagined it to be" Haechan smiled at you, pressing his forehead against yours, pulling you closer by the hips. You look away from his gaze, "you've imagined kissing me?" you ask softly, playing with the charm hanging off his neck.

"way too many times to keep a count" he replied, placing another peck on your lips, pulling away immediately, laughing as you subconsciously follow his lips. 

He finally let's you press onto his lips once again, groaning as your teeth clash from how fast you were at finding his lips. You whimper when his hands squeeze at your sides.

You jerk forward, testing the waters as you move your lips from his lips, to his neck, peppering the skin with kisses, giving extra attention to those moles you adored that were scrawled all over his skin, occasionally nibbling at the spot you left a wet trail at. 

It's like you're telling me to open the door

To your slightly open heart and come right in

Please allow me 

Into your imagination 

I'll go right in, so let me in

I'll dance in your eyes

The moment our gazes meet. 

He sighs in content  at the feeling of your plush lips pressed against his skin, "I won't be able to control myself if you keep going, doll" you continue your ministration.  Then don't" you say, trying to sound as sultry as possible. Having waited so long to have Donghyuck as more than just friends had you desperate for any sort of contact from his side. 

You could sense his slight hesitation, maybe he didn't want to rush things, maybe he just couldn't get himself to do it, or maybe, he was just nervous.  

Should I really try making a move now? 

What should be the first thing I say? 

The moment I hesitate, thinking it over

You get up and walk away. 

You stand up, from his lap, looking at his eyes, nodding so softly that he'd miss it if he'd blink as you make your way towards your bedroom, smiling. You tug at your shirt, slowly, above your head, not daring to turn to look back at Donghyuck's reaction, a triumphant look washing over your facial as you hear him growl with that honey voice of his. 

He must've stared at your back a little too long, seeing your hair cover the top half of your torso as you turned towards your bedroom, looking at him one last time before entering the room which was illuminated with just your fairy lights. 

Even as I look at your bold back from far away

Your slow pace is telling me to follow

Girl just tell me what you like

It's like you're telling me to hurry

"she'll be the death of me.. " he ruffled his hair, before getting up to walk down the same pathway as you. 

Walking into your bedroom, Haechan was more than sure that the sight before him was the most ethereal sight he'd seen his entire life. 

You sat by the foot of the bed, adorned in only your black lace bra, the black shorts, and your hair left open in all glory. He swallows the lump forming in his throat, mood switching so fast because the boy you walked away from, Lee Haechan, the one hesitant to take it this far, was now replaced with the Lee Haechan, walking towards you with long, confident strides. 

As he comes to stand in front of you, he bends down, snaking one of his arms around your waist, pulling you up and close to his body. 

"tell me, have you been dreaming about me just the way I've dreamt about you?" he leans closer to the nape of your neck, running the tip of his nose along the unexpectedly sensitive skin up to your ears, nibbling at the earlobe. 

"Have you waited for all this just as much as i have? Tell me, princess" he rasps out as you place your hands gently by the belt loop of his jeans. 

Please allow me

Into your reality 

Not trusting your voice, you nod, wanting to feel his lips against yours once again but Haechan held onto you with a firm grip, 

"Tell me, baby. Words, those are the keys. Use your words" He moved from nibbling onto your earlobe to marking territory onto your skin that had you jerking forward, further into his body. 

I'll approach you, so hold onto me

Tell me that you were waiting

The moment i reached you

You huff out, opening your mouth the exact moment he took hold of your chin with a gentle grip, looking at your orbs with so much expectation, so much adoration, so much love, so much lust. 

"I've waited a long time too." you start 

"I waited for so long; the day in your room, during that night, I was so happy when you approached me, but then you pulled away. You made me wait enough Hyuck, please let me feel you now? I want you. No. I need you" 

You didn't pay attention to his heaving chest, or how his eyes were turning into a whole darker shade of ebony, instead, stood on your tip toe and engulfed his slightly puffy lips with yours. 

Haechan didn't deny the kiss, dying to take you quick there itself when the first sentence left your lip, but he wanted to take it slow, he wanted to show you how much he's waited for this too. How much he likes you and he wanted to make sure you felt it from each action of his. 

He urged you to move backwards, closer towards the edge of the bed, not breaking the kiss even for a second, his hands securing around your waist as he slowly bends down to place you on the quilt. 

His hands make their way back, fiddling with the hook of your bra as he breaks the kiss with one last peck at the corner of your lips. "i need you too, doll. I need you just as much as you need me, maybe even twice as much" he mumbles against the soft skin of your collarbone, tapping at your back with the tip of his finger once he had the hooks undone to pull the material away from your body. 

Shyness suddenly overpowers all lust, you bring up an arm to cover your now exposed breast while Haechan is busy throwing your clothing behind him. 

Turning around, facing you, he smiles at you, gently prying your hand away from your chest leaving your torso bare naked in front of him which had you shut your eyes with embarrassment. 

"Look at me, baby." Donghyuck urges you. 

You give yourself a second, inhaling sharp as you flutter your eyes open, looking straight into his eyes. "You have no reason to hide yourself from me" he pulls away after placing a peck in the valley of your chest. He tugs at the edge of his hoodie, pulling it over his head before discarding it behind.

"Here. Now we both are half naked" he smiles at you as you mirror his expression. 

Donghyuck wasn't all that built, he wasn't not built either. Ever since Renjun started forcefully dragging Haechan to the gym, he'd lost that baby stomach that you loved to poke at during class just to annoy him, now replaced with very faint ab lines which, you were sure you'd grow a liking for pretty soon.

You whimper at the feeling of his lips graze over hardened nipples, jolting forward when he lifts hands from above your hips to your neck where he'd previously left his mark, tracing the reddish purple/brownish skin. 

He latches his lips onto one nib, swirling his tongue around the hardened muscle, his free hand making its way south, waiting for any signs of protest before dragging the short down, shifting his attention over to the untended nipple. 

"beautiful.. " he mumbles against your wet nipple, blowing onto it later, all sensation making you feel ecstatic.

"Hyuck, I need-..need you" you choke out.

"I know, princess. But we need to prepare you a little, hm?" he lets out, voice a few octaves deeper than usual, as he finally tugs your panties down your leg, letting it slide itself onto the floor.

Haechan looks at you, expression blissful from all the attention you're getting. You quickly nod, looking at him giving him a hundred percent access to do you however he likes when you notice his eyes silently ask for consent. 

He feathers his thumb over your clit, smiling at how responsive you are to his touches. He slowly starts drawing circles onto the sensitive bud, pressing his lips to the side of your face, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. 

"Haechan!" you whine out, his words only adding to the pleasure. Experimentally, he moves his finger down to your slit, feeling your slick wetness coat his fingers making him let out a throaty sound of satisfaction. 

He did this to you. 

That had his ego boost shoot right up the roof. He let the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance, cooing at you while pressing it inside of you. "So wet, baby. All for me?" he questions, slowly moving his wrist back and forth.

You nod frantically, "Hm? Words?" he pushes, slightly picking up the speed. 

"All for you, H-haechan. It's.. It's -all for you" you cling onto his forearm, as he coax you closer to your orgasm. "That's right baby, it's all for me" he presses his lips against your cheeks once again.

He adds in another finger when he knows you're close, speeding up even further, curling the digits in you which had your eyes roll back. 

Your orgasm washes over you with so much intensity the moment he engulfs your nipple once again. Slowly helping you ride out your orgasm, only removing his fingers from within you when you started to writhe from overstimulation. 

"You did so well doll, can you take one more?" he asked sweetly as you calmed down. That's when you realized how selfless he'd been, now looking down at the dent on his jeans which looked a little painful. 

You get up after nodding as you watch Haechan unbuckle his belt, removing the jeans along with his boxer, adding it to the pile of clothes behind him, you lean forward, "Your turn" you tell as Haechan's face contorts into confusion. 

Finally realizing what you mean, he smiles at you, pulling you into another loving kiss as he runs a hand down your messed up hair. "Maybe another time? I just want to feel you around me now, princess, i can't wait longer" 

With that, he made you lay back down, "condom?"

"It's fine, I'm on pills" you rub your hand up and down his hands that were beside you, balancing his body above yours. The thought of going raw inside you made Haechan's member twitch. 

He runs his member up and down your wet sex, coating it with your essence before letting the head poke at your entrance as it expands with each inch he enters in, the wetness making it so much easier to enter. 

He lets out a groan that sounded so much like a whine, finally having been able to feel your walls perfectly fit around his shaft. He leans down, now balancing himself on his elbows as you finally give him the go ahead sign. 

He interlocks your lips with his as he slowly starts moving his hips into yours. "You feel so good for me, doll. Fuck." he rasps out against your lips. 

He had to hang onto the last of his rationality to not ram into you, you just felt that good around him, and he felt so good inside of you. 

Haechan slowly picks up the pace, now moving a little faster against your hips as you reduce down to a moaning mess, chains of his name leaving your mouth continuously.

"Hyuck, i..I'm close" you moan out, the little sensitivity you'd left from your previous orgasm slightly striking in. Your moans encouraged Haechan to go faster.

Testing the water, he pull moves back completely to a point where only his tip's inside of you, "Yeah?"  he questioned while slamming back inside of you, making his tip brush against your soft spot which coaxed you closer to your high. 

"Yes-" you whimper, when he finally let go and snapped, desperate to chase his high. The new pace having him constantly hit the pleasure spot. 

You start clenching around his member, not wanting to orgasm before him. "Fuck baby, me too. I'm close too" 

"Haechan im.. I'm coming-" you let out a long loud moan as you feel yourself being thrown towards your edge, face contorting into that of pure bliss, as the constant clenching helped drag him towards his high. 

"Shit, Y/n" he immediately pulled out, feeling his own high wash over his, pumping the wet shaft a few more times before spurting ribbons of his essence all over your lower abdomen. He kept going until he felt himself grow soft in his grip. 

He clashes down beside you once wiping his hands down on the sheets which you most definitely have to wash the next day. 

"Don't fall asleep on me baby, i want to ask you something" Haechan lets out quickly as he finds you blinking slowly, most probably out of exhaustion. 

"I'm not.." you hoarse out. 

"I mean it when i say, i like you, Y/n. Heck, i think I'm in love with you" he starts flipping so that his back was on the sheets with you on top of him. 

"So.. Will you.. Will you be my-"

"Yes!" you reply fast, suddenly having sparks of energy flow through you. 

"you didn't let me complete my question though" he chuckles, pressing a peck onto the crown of your head. 

"Yes. I will be your girlfriend!" you make yourself a little clearer this time around. Girlfriend. His. 

"That.. Means.. You're mine?" he asks, unsure if he should ask so or not. 

You nuzzle further into his chest, tightening your grip around his bare torso. 

"I'm yours"

Now i approach you,

You and I have grown closer.

[itsallyscorner]

Hello, a chris e x reader where reader owns a cafe in Boston and he loves to cone there mainly to see her but is hesitant to tell her that he likes her because there’s a some age gap between the r and Chris 😅🥰😘

Ooooo I love this request!!! I hope you like it! 🖤☕️

💌.

Coffee Talks

The chilly autumn winds of Boston breezed against your cheeks. Unlocking the doors to your cafe, you took a deep breath in, inhaling the familiar rich aroma of coffee. You’ll never get tired of it honesty. Locking the doors behind you, you made your way towards the back of the cafe to put your personal belongings away. After clocking in for the day, you went out to the front to brew some coffee for the early wave of customers. You laid out some pre-made pastries onto a baking sheet and put them into the oven. You turned the radio on making the whole cafe feel more alive. As Harry Style’s voice echoed throughout the cafe, Henry, the delivery guy knocked on the door.

“Mornin’ (y/n)!” He greeted you after you unlocked the door. He pushed the cart of boxes filled with cakes and other treats into the cafe.

“Right back at ya, Henry. Early morning today, huh?” You asked as you helped him unload the boxes from the cart. Usually Henry would make his delivery around 7 am, it was currently 6:30 am.

“Yeah, I’ve got a half day today. Have some wedding planning with the missus before she goes all bridezilla.” He joked as he dusted his hands off.

“That’s great! I’ll get you a coffee to take with you for the day.” Before Henry could even protest you were already behind the counter pouring some coffee into a large cup. When you were done you handed it to him with a smile. Henry pulled out his wallet but was stopped by you.

“Henry, it’s on the house.” You tell him.

“You know, you never let me pay for coffee, and that’s not good for your business.” He tuts playfully. Even though he would insist on paying for his coffee every morning, you never let him. The man got up at the ass crack of dawn to deliver cakes and such for cafes, it was the least you can do to make his day better.

“I don’t mind. You need the coffee to keep you going, Henry. Now get outta ‘ere, you’ve got some delivering to do.” You say. Henry playfully rolls his eyes and takes a $10 bill out his wallet, shoving it into the tip jar.

“He—“

“Take it, you’ve been giving me too many free coffees.” He reassures you before leaving the cafe. You yell a “have a nice day” to him before the door closes.

You loved your job. In fact you were your own boss and had your own cafe in Boston. Not too far from the main streets but in a quieter area where people still passed by. You’re currently in college studying Business and Management to help you with the cafe. Some wondered how you were still in college while managing a whole business.

The building is owned by your Uncle, he’s a realtor who also had some properties on the side. He was about to sell the store building but decided against it after he overheard you talking about starting your own business. A few years later and here you were. Your cafe was flourishing and had many loyal customers, every other day there would be some new customers who would stop by because the outside looked cute or claimed that someone suggested it to them (which always made your heart swell in joy). Though there were many loyal customers, one in particular seemed to always catch your eye.

🕓 Time Skip

The morning rush had passed and it was now lunch time. Unlike most of the customers that bought their coffee to go in the mornings, lunch time customers hung around the cafe for an hour or so. Which you enjoyed because there were always customers who would greet you as you passed by.

The sound of the bell on the door rang over the music and chatter of the cafe. You were working the cash register today while the others were taking orders, restocking pastries, or cleaning tables. You looked up from the register after finishing the previous customer’s order. You were greeted by the familiar ocean eyes you anticipated to see everyday.

“Hey stranger.” You teasingly greeted him.

“Hey, how’s your day going?” A smile formed on his lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“My day’s going great now that my favorite customer’s here.” You winked.

“Oh please. You’re too kind.”

“So your usual, Chris?” You asked after realizing a line was starting to form behind the tall man. Chris came by the cafe almost everyday. You see, he was an actor and would go away for a few months to film movies. But whenever he was in town he would always stop by.

Chris’ “usual” consisted of a regular coffee with a dash of caramel syrup and a croissant.

“Yup. Can you add in a cake pop?” He answered as he looked at the glass cases that displayed the treats.

“Of course. $8.50.” He handed over his card and you swiped it.

“Thanks, (y/n).” He said after you hand over his card and receipt. Before he can walk away from the register he asks, “Can you stop by my table when you’re not busy?”

“Uh, yeah sure.” You answer and he walks away with a smile. You found it strange that he would ask you to come over because you always stopped by his table. You two always talked whenever he was there. Whether it be about a new project of his, one of your classes, or about your days.

🕓 Time Skip

A few minutes had gone by before Jade insisted on taking over the register. You make your way towards the back of the cafe to see Chris nervously fiddling with a wrapper. He always sat near the back, it was more secluded and he had a lower chance of getting noticed.

“Hey.” You greeted him softly as you sat down in the seat across from him. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice.

“Hey, doll. Here.” He smiled and pushed the wrapper that contained the cake pop.

“You don’t want it?” You asked before you can take the cake pop out.

“No, I got it for you. You’re always snacking on something whenever we talk so I thought I should get you a treat this time.” He shrugged and sat up in his seat. You thanked him and took the cake pop out.

“So what’s up?”

“Uh. I just wanted to say I appreciate our talks here at the cafe and I enjoy talking to you a lot.” He began to say. You nodded along for him to continue, though he hesitated. You’ve known Chris for almost a year now. You considered him a friend since you guys always shared things about your lives during your coffee talks. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find him attractive. Because you sure as hell did and he had an amazing personality to go along with his charming looks.

“I appreciate our talks too, Chris. It’s one of the things I look forward to whenever you’re around.” You hum in response. Chris slightly freezes and just stares at you. A light blush forming on his pale cheeks.

“I’m not saying I don’t like talking to you in the cafe because I like it here. It’s very cozy and the atmosphere is very relaxing. You also make really great coffee and your taste in music is really great. You’re great.” He began to ramble causing your eyebrows to scrunch in confusion.

“I appreciate the compliments, Chris. But I don’t think I get where you’re trying to go with this conversation.” You interject making him stop. He sighs and leans forward keeping eye contact with you.

“I’m saying that I would like to talk to you outside of the cafe. Maybe on a date or something.” He confessed. You eyes widened for a bit. You never expected Chris to ask you out. Because of the age gap between you two you thought he would be more into women his age. Not that it bothered you.

When you remained silent, Chris groaned and sat back in his chair.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to say yes, I probably just made you uncomfortable too. Shit.” He groaned cringing at himself.

“No, wait!” You finally snapped out of your thoughts. “I’m just shocked you would ask me out, I didn’t expect you to find me interesting.” You explained.

“What do you mean? You’re one of the most inspiring women I’ve met. You’re balancing your classes at college and running your own business! Not everyone can do that!” His hands waving in the air as he talked.

“I mean I thought you were into women your age, if you haven’t noticed I’m a few years younger than you.” You mentioned.

“Well, does it make you uncomfortable to be with someone like me? If so, you could say no, I respect your decision.” He acknowledged. You smiled at him and shook your head.

“No, I’m comfortable with the age gap. It doesn’t bother me at all.” You confirm. Chris visibly takes a deep breath in and relaxes himself.

With a playful grin on his lips he leans forward again and asks, “So, does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

“Yes, Chris I’ll go on a date with you.” You playfully roll your eyes, though a smile were on your face.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

That Damn Sex Pollen - Part 2

Pairing : Steve x Reader / Bucky x Reader

Words: 1800+

Warnings: Mild smut / swearing... nothing too bad!

A/N: Found part 2 in my drafts so here it is! There will be a final part to follow.

It had been just over 2 weeks since the Sex Pollen incident with Bucky, the incident that led to us having mind blowing sex and confessing to feelings we'd been hiding for a while. This wouldn't have been a problem if i wasn't already engaged to his best friend Steve Rogers!! Aka Captain America!!

Now don't get me wrong i love Steve, i love Steve more than I've ever loved anyone.... but i cant deny that i don't love Bucky as well! Since the moment Steve introduced me to his long lost best friend there was something between us, we had never admitted to our feelings or acted on them in anyway we kept it to ourselves. I had decided to push my feelings for Bucky aside and give Steve my everything.....That was until that damn sex pollen!!

Bucky volunteered to go on a mission with Sam and Nat the day after we got back to the compound and had been avoiding me ever since they got back a week ago, he would even leave the room as soon as i walked in!

Steve was currently in a meeting with Tony so i headed down to the gym hoping id see Bucky and we could talk about what happened and try and clear the air, if he kept avoiding me the way he was then Steve would get suspicious!

I walked into the gym and saw Bucky lifting weights  in the corner, i also saw the second he noticed me enter the room!! The weights were dropped and he started grabbing his things to leave.

"Bucky will you stop!" I said rushing over to him "you cant keep running away from me!"

"I just think its best to put some distance between us Y/N" he mumbled still avoiding eye contact.

"So you don't think we should talk about what happened in that warehouse?"

"No. No i don't! I think we need to forget all about that!"

"Fine! It never happened! But you need to get your shit together Buck! If you keep leaving every room i walk into Steve will know somethings wrong! You and me always got along before.... you were always hanging out with us and now? This is the first time I've spoken to you in 2 weeks!"

"I cant sit around and watch you and Steve together okay! It hurts too much.... I'm trying doll, i really am. I just need some time and space"

"Buck...."

"Don't" he said simply shaking his head keeping his distance from me.

"Okay..... i miss you" i told him truthfully as i backed away towards the door, Bucky gave me the smallest smile and nodded in agreement.

I was sitting on the sofa watching a movie when Steve walked in a couple hours later.

"Hey sweetheart" he smiled leaning over the arm of the sofa and pressing his lips to mine.

"Hey babe, how'd your meeting go?" I asked grabbing his hand and pulling him down on the sofa with me. He chuckled but quickly settled down and pulled me into his arms.

"It was okay, just going over some details of tomorrows mission"

"Who's going?"

"Me, Buck, Wanda and Vision"

"I get the day off! Woo hoo" i joked as my hand moved under the hem of Steve's tshirt, my fingers stroking over the smooth patch of skin under his belly button.

"You fancy going for a run with me?" He asked as i felt his fingers stroke the back of my neck.

"Not at all" i laughed "i just wanna stay here with you and watch a movie"

"You keep that up we're gonna be doing more than watching a movie" he mumbled looking down at where my hand was still stroking.

"Oh really?.... you like this huh?"

"Y/N...." Steve said before shaking his head chuckling.

"What?..... i like your happy trail"

"You do?"

"Mmhmmm...." my hand slowly stroked over the area again before slipping into the band of his sweat pants and finding his already hard cock "you do like that!" I teased as my hand wrapped around him and slowly started stroking.

"Jesus..... baby that feels amazing" he said as his head fell back against the sofa.

"See, isnt this better than going for a run?"

"Im not gonna argue with that!" He laughed before pulling me closer and kissing me hard. I quickly found myself straddling Steve, dry humping the huge bulge in his trousers as we made out like teenagers. I pulled his t-shirt off and trailed kisses up his chest to his neck... biting at that area where his neck and shoulder joined. Steve had one hand under my shirt fondling a breast whilst the other gripped my hip and rocked me against his hard cock.

"I need to be inside you" he mumbled in my ear before nipping at my earlobe.

"Please Steve...." i begged reaching into his sweat pants to free his cock.

There was a quick knock at the front door to our apartment before it opened

"Hey Steve, you ready...." Bucky was saying as he walked through the door.

"Oh shit!.... im sorry!" He said quickly turning to leave.

"Fuck!....Sorry pal i completely forgot, i got a little distracted" Steve chuckled "can we finish this later?" He said quietly to me and i nodded before climbing off his lap and heading to the bedroom.

"Its fine, we can go tomorrow" Bucky shrugged looking very uncomfortable.

"No lets go" Steve said standing up and grabbing his shirt from the floor.

"You might want to change your pants...." i heard Bucky say and turned to see him scratching his head awkwardly. Steve looked down to see the wet patch from where we had been grinding against each other moments before and blushed "oh shit, guess you're right. Give me 5".

After finishing a training session with Nat i headed back to mine and Steve's room for a shower. When i walked in i was surprised to see Steve's go bag next to the door, the shower running.... they got back early from that mission.

"Steve?" I called out as i made my way to the bathroom.

"Hey sweetheart" i heard him call over the running water.

"You're back early, did something go wrong or...."

"It went fine, easy mission"

"Thats good. You mind if i join you? I just got done training with Nat I'm a mess" i said stripping out of my sweaty work out clothes and tossing them in the dirty wash basket.

"Its all yours" he said stepping out and grabbing his towel "I've got to go to a debrief with Tony real quick but I'm all yours after. We have some catching up to do"

"Mmm i look forward to it" i smiled reaching up to give him a much needed kiss, i had missed him so much while he was gone. Before getting into the shower  I placed a pair of sleep shorts and a cami on the closed lid of the toilet ready to put on once i was done.

Steve went to get dressed while i showered, i was rinsing out my shampoo when he stuck his head in letting me know he was leaving for his debrief.

"Be back soon, love you" he said before rushing off.

When i was finished i stepped out the shower reaching for my towel to find it was gone!

"Are you fucking kidding me!" I moaned under my breath, the clothes i had set out were also missing! WTF!!

Oh well it wasnt like i couldnt walk around naked, id just have to make a dash for another towel!

I threw open the bathroom door and was just walking to the bedroom when the front door opened.

"Steve you ass! You took my towel and my clothes??"

"Ermmm...i..."

My head whipped round at the sound of Bucky's voice!!

"Bucky!? Shit! God I'm so sorry i thought you were Steve!" I quickly tried to cover myself as i rushed into my room and grabbed my robe, once it was secured i went back to see why Bucky was here.

"What are you doing here?"

"Steve asked me to cone grab a file he forgot..."

"He did? When?"

"Called me just now as i was heading down to the debrief"

"Why would he tell you to come in here.... he knew i was showering and he'd taken my clothes...."

"I have no idea, can i just grab that file and i'll be on my way..."

"Sure".

I sat down on the sofa rubbing my wet hair with a towel while Bucky disappeared into Steve's office for what he needed.

"Hey doll?...." he called from the office.

I smiled at the familiar nickname i hadn't heard in weeks.

"Yeah Buck?"

"There's no files in here"

"You're sure?..."

"Yeah, where else would he keep them?"

"Thats where it would be"

"There's no file in there" i heard Steve's voice and turned to see him leaning against the front door smirking.

"Steve.... what the fuck?"

"Im sick of this tension between the two of you, i miss us all hanging out together"

"So you take my clothes and send your pal here for a non existent file in hope's he catches me naked??! Are you mad?" I shouted shaking my head at him.

"You set us up?" Bucky asked appearing in the hallway.

"Guilty" Steve shrugged "enjoy the show Buck?"

"I don't get it.... why....?"

"Because I'm sick of you both pretending theres no feelings between you"

"He's lost his damn mind" i got up to walk away but Steve grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me close.

"I know what happened in that warehouse between the two of you"

My eyes went wide as i looked over at Bucky, he looked just as shocked so i knew he hadn't told him.

"Bucky didn't say a word sweetheart i saw the CCTV..... audio included" he smirked.

"Steve.... it wasn't like we had much choice that plant...."

"Oh i know baby, i know exactly what that plant was"

"You've known all this time and said nothing?"

"It was you, you put it there didn't you?" Bucky accused Steve "why the fuck would you do that Steve!?"

"I had to do something! The two of you are so loyal you never would've hurt me and acted on your feelings.... not without a little push".

Before i knew what i was doing my hand connected with Steve's cheek.

"You had no right!"

"Tell me you don't want him" Steve pointed at his best friend.

"No"

"See...." Steve smirked looking smug.

"Right now you're the one i don't want!" I said through gritted teeth and stormed into the bedroom slamming the door behind me and flipping the lock for effect, i knew it wouldn't keep Steve out but it made me feel better.

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prompt 73 for fluff? tom comes home from hanging out w the boys and sees clothes all over the floor and stuff thinking the reader is cheating on him. when he busts the door open he sees a blowup doll in the bed and the reader is hysterical. i’ve been watching too many pranks recently and i thought it’d be funny, thank you 😆😘

"What the fuck?!"

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Cheating as a prank, swearing, fluff, and it gets a lil smutty. It's not smut tho.

Words: 1,724

Summary: You decide to prank Tom as pay back for his previous prank on you.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this! I hope y'all like it! It's a bit different from the ones I wrote before just because of the ending😂 I hope I did a good job on that.

Prompt:

73. "It's a prank! It's a prank, it's a prank."

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Revenge. That’s all in your mind as you walk around the mall buying different men's clothing. Of course, you don’t really worry about the paparazzi since you and Tom aren’t public yet. Not being public has never been more convenient to the both of you when you go out on your own.

The reason you’re shopping for men’s clothing isn’t actually because you want to buy Tom new clothes, but because he pranked you a week before. You’re just planning a simple revenge prank, is all.

When you have a full set of clothes, you get in line to pay for them. You actually bought clothes the you know Tom would like though. You don’t want them to go to waste, so you bought a plain black hoodie, a red Spider-Man shirt and a pair of black-tinted pants.

Of course, You also bought accessories such as a belt, a cap, and a pair of shoes that Tom’s been wanting to buy, as an apology for what you’re about to do.

But you’d never forget about the main object of your prank. A blow-up doll.

On your way home, you actually second guess your plan because you feel a bit guilty. You thought back to his prank a week before though, and you’re sure that you’ll go through with your plan.

Tom’s prank was not nice at all. Him, his brothers, and Harrison staged a fight after all of you got back from the pub.

It was full of shouting between Tom and Harrison for a full 10 minutes. Harrison accused Tom on cheating on you, Tom acted suspiciously the whole time as well.

To summarize, it ended in you crying because you actually thought Tom cheated on you, but of course all of them told you it was a prank. They apologized for taking it too far, and you’ve been giving them the cold shoulder for a week.

You really aren’t mad though, but when they told you it was a prank, it resulted in you coming up with your own devious plan. Pretending to be mad at them is just a build-up to make you’re the prank more believable.

Once you get to your shared apartment with Tom knowing that he’s out drinking with the boys, you get the clothes from the paper bag and think about where you’re going to place them. They’d be back in one or two hours minimum, so you have no problem taking your time. You walk up to the table by the T.V and place a camera right there, pressing the record button. You can just cut the video after the prank.

You decide to place the shoes messily on the ground near the door, the hoodie near the couch along with the cap. Making your way near the stairs and place the pants there, the underwear being placed in front of your shared bedroom with Tom.

When the new clothes are set in place, you enter the bedroom and go straight to your closet. You take out your own set of clothing, but unlike the men’s clothing, it’s a little bit more inappropriate.

It’s simple really. It’s Tom’s favourite silk robe and black lingerie.

Making your way back to the living room, you place the robe next to the shirt, and the lingerie next to the underwear in from of the bedroom.

You feel a bit guilty as you inflate the blow-up doll to finish up the pranks, when your phone vibrates which interrupts your train of thoughts. It’s a text from Tom, saying that they’re on their way home from the pub.

They’re going home earlier than you think, so you hurry up. Leaving the text on read, just like you have for the past week.

Tom’s going to flip when he comes home.

The prank just got 10 times better when you see Tom’s follow up text message saying that the boys will be coming over.

Once the blow-up doll is set, you bring it up with you to the bedroom, setting up your phone to capture Tom’s reaction on the bedside table and clicking record, and getting under the covers with the doll. You’d worn a skin colored spaghetti strapped top so you wouldn’t have to remove your clothes.

Everything’s set. The phone is set up so that some of the bed and the door is caught in the frame.

The pub they went to isn’t far from your apartment. It’s only about 10 minutes away from here so you expect to hear the door unlock anytime now.

Now, from Tom’s perspective, the past week has been hell. You haven’t texted him back on any of his messages, and you barely talked to him. You haven’t given him any attention and it’s killing him.

It’s killing him because he knows it’s mostly his fault.

Though the boys have helped him and comforted him, they still feel bad themselves. So, it’s safe to say that all of them are clueless as to what they should do to make things better.

They’ve prepared themselves for a scolding from you, or an argument, or another week of glares and silent treatments from you.

But none of them expected to see clothes scattered around the floor when they opened the door to the apartment.

Tom’s eyes widen in shock.

“What the fuck!?”

All of them are speechless. They didn’t expect this from you.

Tom turns around and looks at the boys. “Please tell me I'm going crazy.” His breathing becomes uneven, trying to keep the tears from rising.

Sam swallows down the lump in his throat and speaks up. He’s wary about what he says because he doesn’t want to make things any worse.

“Y-You should talk to her.” What else was he supposed to say? He had never been in this type of situation before and he’s absolutely shitting his pants right now.

He turns back around, sitting on the couch and putting his head I his hands. He opens his mouth to speak, but he quickly gets interrupted.

All of the boys stand straighter upon hearing a string of moans from upstairs followed by multiple curse words.

Tom on the other hand, stands up and clenches his fist. He recognizes that voice because it’s yours.

Anger fills him and he dashes upstairs only to find your black lingerie and a pair of men's underwear in front of the bedroom door. He absolutely loses his shit and barges through in, seeing you on top of some random guy with your back facing him.

He runs towards the right side of the bed, yanks you off of the guy and drags you downstairs.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! Why the fuck— How long has this been going on?”

Tom’s gripping your wrist tightly, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence and tears form in his eyes. You feel guilty, really, absolutely guilty. Especially now that your laughing your ass off in front of Tom and the boys.

“Babe—” You keep laughing. Since you can’t talk properly at the moment, you point to your body. Wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a skin coloured spaghetti strap top.

Your boyfriend quickly realizes that this is the first time he’s heard you laugh in a week, and that you’re fully clothed.

While Tom’s trying to process what’s happening, and while the boy’s are still shocked and frozen, you run upstairs.

Grabbing the doll and running back down to the living room, shouting quickly while trying to suppress a laugh. “It’s a prank! It’s a prank, it’s a prank.”

“What the actual fuck Y/N!” Tom shouts as he grabs the doll, throwing it to the ground.

The only response you give him is a raised eyebrow with your hands on your hips as you try your hardest not to smile in entertainment.

Everyone in the room is relieved, but also slightly annoyed.

Without talking, you point to the camera by the T.V, then Harrison starts laughing. The laughter being joined by Harry and Sam.

“Am I the only one who doesn’t find tis funny?!”

“Sorry mate, you got played!” You walk over to Harrison and you high five him. The look of victory is clear on your face.

“Yeah bubs, sorry. You don’t find this funny, right? Well, I didn’t find your prank last week funny either.”

“But those aren’t my clothes Y/N?? If this is actually a prank, whose clothes are those??”

“I bought them today. They’re about to be your clothes if you want. I mean, look at the shoes. You’ve wanted those for months, and you finally have them.”

Slowly, you walk towards him and wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing him and resting your head on his chest. He finally gives in and breathes out a sigh of relief, hugging you back.

“You know I'd never cheat on you, love.”

“I know. Just scared me, is all.”

“You know you deserve it.” You look up at his face, and he giggles. That cute little giggle he has that you absolutely adore.

You turn your head towards the boys, arms still wrapped around Tom. “Sorry I've been distant this past week. It was all of build up.”

“Yeah, we realize that now.” Sam says. “Well, we better leave you alone for now. We’ll be back tomorrow.” Sam ushers the boys out. All of them smirking at the both of you, and Harrison winks before they exit.

When you turn your head back to Tom, he kisses you roughly. His tongue slipping in your mouth easily as you let him take control of the kiss.

“God, I've missed this.” He grunts into the kiss, the camera by the T.V long forgotten.

He pulls away and suddenly puts an arm under your legs, carrying you bridal style up to your bedroom and dropping you on the bed.

Kissing you again as he lays down in between your legs, arms roaming around your body.

He pulls away once again and looks at you. His pupils are blown and he smirks at you then at the phone on the bedside table. He reaches for your phone then shuts off the recording.

Tom turns to look at you again once he’s put the phone down and grins.

“You’re going to regret that little prank of yours, darling.”

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Naughty List

12 Days of Christmas; Day 7

Pairing: Dom!Bucky x Model!Switch!Reader

Summary: You tease Bucky with a naughty picture and he doesn't appreciate it.

Warnings: (18+) Explicit smut. Dom/switch dynamics, slightly rough sex, oral sex (male and fem receiving) slight overstimulation, masturbation, dirty talk, the slightest hint of degradation, teasing, cursing, implied smut, implied dark!Bucky. If any of these things bother you please don't read this story!

Word Count: 1,359

A/N: So here's a smutty one! I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry I'm so behind on these)

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Today is your photoshoot with Victoria's Secret for their Holiday edition and tour excited- but why did you have to be there at 6 A.M.? You're up and out the door before Bucky has even left for his daily run; you give him a quick kiss before dashing out the door.

Strolling in the door, you immediately hear your name being called by your boss, Michael, who’s walking towards you with an alarmed look on his face. “Thank God you're here! We just lost 2 other models and we need you to fill in for them.” 

Great. You fake a smile. “Of course I can do that! Any idea what time we’ll be done?”

“You're a lifesaver. Probably only a few extra hours… we should be done before 5!” he calls over his shoulder before rushing off.

5 o’clock. That’s only an extra 4 hours of shoots- how bad could it be?

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5 hours later you’ve just finished several different shoots and you're ready for lunch. Before heading to get something to eat you waltz into the bathroom, still in your red silk lingerie set. The top has thick, striking straps that halter around your neck, the dramatic straps draw attention to the large, red bow positioned directly between your half-exposed breasts; the panties are the same vibrant, sexy red, held only by flimsy straps that tie on each hip, creating little bows of their own. 

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You glance in the mirror. Damn you look good. 

Unlocking your phone, you open your camera to take a selfie, your phone poised above you and tilted down to capture your outfit. Your other hand comes up to play with the top of your bra as you snap the picture, the angle perfectly capturing your figure and exposed cleavage, but also leaving more to be desired. 

Opening your messages you send Bucky the picture along with a text: Have to fill in today... Won’t be home till later tonight… Hope this makes up for it ;)

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Walking into the kitchen Bucky grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, glancing at his phone on the counter. 

**2 New Messages from Babygirl❤❤❤**

Unlocking his phone he opens your texts, sucking in a breath at the naughty picture and text he finds waiting. Enlarging the photo he feels himself harden at your pretty tits and sultry expression on display for him. Fuck. He glances at the time stamp. **Sent 11 A.M.** 3 hours ago- which means he has to wait another 3 hours for you to get home. 

His mind drifts to all the other possible skimpy outfits you could be wearing and his cock twitches. 3 hours. God, he won’t last that long.

Turning on the water as cold as possible he steps into the shower in hopes it will help.

He braces himself against the wall, willing himself to think of anything besides you to no avail. His mind keeps drifting to you and your sexy half-smirk; your legs, ass, tits, hair, lips- Every thought driving him insane.

He grasps himself firmly, pumping slowly as he imagines fucking you in that pretty red set of lingerie; he pictures you below him on your knees, red lipstick smeared across your plump lips and his hard length. His strokes become quicker, his breathing irregular as his hips stutter erratically and he imagines filling you again and again; his release spurting in thick ropes against the shower wall at the thought of you wrapped around his cock. 

2 hours and who knows how many orgasms later, he’s still hard, his cock throbbing painfully.  

A sinful moan falls from his lips as he leans against the headboard of your bed, pumping himself closer to release, his other hand toying with his sensitive balls. 

“Isn’t that a pretty sight.” You smirk, leaning against the doorway as his eyes snap open.

He crawls towards the edge of the bed, swinging his legs over, his member on full display as your eyes take in the sight greedily. 

You saunter towards the bed, dropping your coat and revealing a low cut red dress as you stand between his thighs, inches from him. His eyes rake over you, a sound between a whimper and a growl leaves his lips. “Fuck. Need you so bad babygirl.”

Lifting his chin with a finger, you smile. “What’re you waiting for?”

He crashes his lips against yours, shredding your dress in the process before grasping your hips, pulling you tightly against him as you moan.

Grasping the back of your neck he pushes you to your knees, taking in the sight of your exposed cleavage surrounded by red lace. “Look what you did, baby doll,” he orders.

Your gaze travels lower and you suck in a breath, his size never ceasing to amaze you.

“Such a bad girl,” he tuts, gathering your hair in his metal hand. “Makin me so hard when you weren’t here to take care of me.” His Brooklyn accent thickens, his pupils blown wide with want as you whimper below him, your panties thoroughly soaked.

“Better take care of the problem you created.” His tone leaves no room for argument.

Grasping him lightly, you kitten lick his tip, moaning at the salty taste of his precum.

Taking the head into your mouth, you stroke him more firmly, cradling his balls with your free hand as he grunts above you, fisting your hair more harshly. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” he pants, his other arm braced behind him on the bed.

You squirm pathetically, loving how he uses your mouth, his hips jerking up roughly as you take all of him you can; one hand still cradling his balls as your other hand travels to your pulsing clit and soaked folds.

“There ya go darlin, touch yourself while I fuck your throat,” Bucky groans, his eyes locked on you. 

Inserting a finger into your tight channel you grind against your palm desperately. 

Tears prick your eyes as Bucky’s thrusts become erratic, his member throbbing in your mouth. “Don’t cum,” he orders as he comes down your throat, “now swallow.” 

Taking every drop, you practically sob when he pulls you to your feet, his fingers replacing yours at your entrance. “So wet for me, sweetheart.” 

Two of his digits run through your folds slowly before he brings them to his lips, sucking them clean as a moan leaves your lips, your eyes trained on his. 

“You taste amazing,” he hums while undoing your bra and hooking a thumb into the waistline of your panties, removing both.

He makes his way to the middle of the bed, laying on his back with his head at the pillows as he crooks a finger towards you.

Crawling towards him uncertainly, you suck in a breath when he gestures for you to ride his face. Straddling him, you sink down slowly, whining when his warm tongue teases your clit. 

Grasping the headboard tightly, you arch your back as Bucky delves into your folds; sucking at your clit furiously, licking long stripes from your entrance to your bud, and tongue fucking you until your breathless and dancing on the edge, only for him to deny you again and again until your a writhing mess, desperate pleas leaving your lips. 

Finally, he lets you cum; his arms wrapped firmly around your quivering thighs as you ride out your high. 

He laps at your juices like a man starved as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp, your core becoming overstimulated. 

He releases his hold and you fall to his side trembling as you attempt to catch your breath. 

Leaning over you he taunts, "It isn't as fun when you're the one being tortured, is it?"

Receiving no answer, he asks again with a predatory growl in his throat, "Is it?"

You shake your head, unable to form coherent thoughts much less words. 

Your eyes drift closed, only to snap open again when you hear a dark chuckle. "Did you think we were finished?" He asks, rolling one of your hardened nipples between his fingertips, causing you to moan out desperately. 

"No babygirl… We've only just begun."

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