requested by @starlostseungmin - hello! ^^ can you write about seungmin being your college boyfriend who loves to have a study date prolly in the café or the city library, or maybe him and his partner doing their essays but seungmin keeps distracting them (basically fluff and he's my bias btw ><) take your time and do whatever you want with it! thank you! <3
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you could sense his eyes on you, could practically feel them crinkling up into little half-moons from behind his glasses. his smile cast out a warmth that tingled the back of your neck.
"what are you doing?" you muttered a bit sullenly. his current state of constantly smiling at you was making you extremely flustered. you didn't particularly like being flustered, especially when you were trying to study.
"nothing," he cooed. the soft playfulness in his voice had heat rushing to fill your cheeks. "just admiring you."
your head bent over your books in an attempt to hide your bashful face from seungmin's unwavering gaze.
"we're here for a study date," you reminded him quietly.
"well, I'm certainly studying something," he teased.
a shy giggle escaped you, and it reverberated faintly around the quiet library. your face bowed in embarrassment once more, especially when you caught sight of the bespectacled librarian pursing her lips at you with exasperation written all over her countenance.
your boyfriend scooted closer, blatantly ignoring the open books on the table before him.
"I'm tired of studying," pouted the boy. "let's go home and cuddle."
"seungmin," you protested, "we've only been here an hour."
"and?"
shaking your head, you squinted at your books, hand still scribbling down notes.
again, he moved his chair nearer. "please?" he wheedled, placing his chin pleadingly on your shoulder.
"no."
with a huff, seungmin placed the entirety of his cheek on your jacket sleeve. "then will you at least hold my hand?"
although you rolled your eyes, you couldn't stop the smile from lifting at your lips. it was only half-begrudgingly that you offered your free hand. to your surprise, the boy immediately lifted your knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your skin.
"seungmin," you whined, slapping at his shoulder. his bold gesture was again sending liquid lava to your face. "I'm trying to focus!"
your face was turned towards him for the first time in an hour, and seungmin did not let the opportunity go to waste. immediately, he squished your cheeks so as to make your lips pucker and dove in to kiss you.
when his slow, warm mouth finally pulled away, your heart was thrumming and your eyes were wide. you'd almost forgotten what point you were trying to make.
your boyfriend cocked his head innocently. "focus on what, baby?"
have you ever imagined a scenario where you are holding hands with someone, while in the other hand you are holding a bunch of books, running down a hallway? just me? ok.
Summary: Who knew lack of sleep would give way to a threesome?
Word Count: 5.1k (I am so sorry)
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers
Warnings: Swearing, SMUT, masturbation, mentions of listening in on someone having sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk.
A/N: So. Wow. Okay. This is my entry for @angryschnauzer ‘s Lust Actually challenge, my prompt was Boy next door x Stucky. I was supposed to post it earlier today but I’m the queen of procrastination so here it is, five hours later than it should be, lol. I had fun writing this, though it is my first time writing a threesome so please, if you have any pointers please let me know! Also, this is probably the filthiest thing I’ve written as of now, sorry about that. Enjoy!
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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
It’s two in the morning and the thin walls of your apartment are doing very little to disguise the activities your neighbor is partaking in. Usually this late at night you’d already be sleeping, but ever since you started working on your thesis your new bedtime is “whenever I can”. Might be a few days getting only three or four hours of shuteye. Might be less than four hours.
“Oh… oh yes!”
You close your eyes for a moment, and concentrate in trying to drown out the muffled moans of whatever girl is in Steve Rogers’ bed, but it’s harder than it should be. You know his bedroom shares a wall with yours, you can sometimes hear the bed squeaking when he tosses and turns early in the morning, and his bedroom door shut and open through the day; so, really, it’s not enough to ignore the sounds. You decide to move to your living room to try and finish this one last page so you can give the couple enough time to finish their activities and can enjoy the blissful sound of silence by the time you sleep.
Before you can do that, though, you pound on the wall separating your bedrooms.
“Steve, it’s two in the morning and I need to sleep!” You know he’ll probably just smile like he does when he’s embarrassed; left corner tugging up a little, biting his bottom lip.
You assume it’s Steve that pounds the wall, considering how forceful it sounds. “Gimme fifteen minutes!”
You roll your eyes and move to the living room, sitting down on your couch and cracking your knuckles as you set to finish the assignment.
It’s eight in the morning when you wake up on the same couch, computer battery drained and the machine still resting atop your stomach. You look to the coffee table to check your phone and see a text Steve sent you last night.
Sorry about that, she’ll be quiet next time.
A string of winky faces accompany the message and you roll your eyes, not even bothering to reply.