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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Loving Dodger

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Words: 3.6k

Warning: mention of smut, language. Loads of fluff

A/N: I obviously don’t know Chris Evans, this is just a story.

MASTERLIST

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Everyone was packing up and you rushed to get things in order. Your coffee had gone cold hours ago, and some poor intern would be responsible for throwing it away from wherever you had left it. Working in the film industry could be rough, and this was just backstage. You went through the set, automatically putting things in order as you moved and waved goodbye to others. Stuffing the last of your things in your overstuffed bag, you left to find a taxi. You were glad you weren’t working tomorrow morning, for you planned to have a long hot shower and an undisturbed sleep after a long time.

It was late at night and no taxis came your way. You hated taking an Uber this late, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You had only just taken out your phone when a car stopped in front of you. The driver’s side door opened, and a smiling Chris Evans greeted you.

“Can I give you a ride milady?” He asked and you snorted.

“You have the worst English accent. If you do that in London, they’ll smell the imposter in you” You said. “And it’s cool, I’m calling an uber.”

Chris frowned, leaning against the door with arms spread, his few sizes short, too tight shirt stretching over his broad frame. You felt like he needed to be arrested for the cardiac arrests he may cause.

“At this time, and even when a handsome, chivalrous man is offering a safe ride? You wound me sweetheart.” He grabbed his left boob, faking a pained expression and you sighed.

“God, you’re awful Chris. You sure it’s okay, a little out of your way isn’t it?”

“Y/n, there is not one place in the world I wouldn’t go with you”

You let your hair form a curtain to hide your blush, clearing your throat awkwardly and stepping in his car. His car smelled like his cologne, the heady scent sticking to your clammy skin. You went for the radio, soft country music running in the background.

“So, what are you doing this weekend?” Chris asked.

“I live a boring life man. I’m probably gonna clean my shit and stock my kitchen with as much instant food as I can.”

“Well, if you want, we can go somewhere. Make your boring weekend interesting.” Chris suggested, glancing at you as he maneuvered around the traffic. You fidgeted, playing with your fingers as you avoided his eyes. Saying no to him was getting difficult every time. You wished the radio was turned up louder so this conversation could be avoided.

“Oh, you know me. I like to lay in, be a lazy girl.” You tried to say nonchalantly, and Chris’s hands clenched around the wheel. You stared out the window, watching the city breeze past as things got awkward inside. You didn’t speak until he pulled up in front of your home, and you reached for the door before the car even stopped, a farewell on your tongue when you were pulled back by the seatbelt.

You blushed, hands frantically trying to undo the clasp and Chris’s hands covered yours, releasing you. You breathed deeply as he was leaning into you, face just a few inches away. You could count his lashes this close, see the exact shape of that mole on his cheek and feel his breath on you. You pulled back, quickly opening the door and almost stepping out before you were pulled back again, this time by Chris’s hand grabbing your upper arm. He tugged you back into your seat and came close enough to touch your nose with his.

“You know you can’t keep blowing me off,” He muttered. His hand tucked your hair behind your ear, blue eyes intently looking in yours. “I can’t take your no because I know you don’t mean it. Why do you keep running away?”

You gulped uneasily, wiggling out of his grip and getting out of the car. He was still looking at you, waiting for an answer. You shook your head slightly, feet kicking the ground at your feet.

“Thank you for the ride Chris. Drive safe.”

The door swung shut behind you and you walked away without another look, hiding away inside your home and trying to calm your beating heart.

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You remembered disabling your alarm last night, so what the hell was that awful noise. Burrowing your head in your pillow, you tried to go back to sleep until the pounding continued. You growled, ready to rip out a new one to whoever was stupid enough to disturb your sleep. Uncaring of your attire, the t-shirt barely reaching midthigh over your panties you marched to your door, a scowl on your face.

You ripped open your door, already mid-triad before noticing who it was.

“Look, you need to shut the hell up. I work 14 hours a day, barely eat and sleep and you trying to break my door down is not –”

Chris smiled at you, amusement glittering in his eyes which raked over your bare legs. Your mouth parted for an embarrassingly long amount of time before you remembered you bed hair, morning breath (more like mourning breath) and the ratty t-shirt with holes. You pulled down on the hem, aware that you weren’t wearing a bra and it was too late to hide.

“What the hell are you doing here at this ungodly hour?” You asked Chris and he held up his hands to show he had food.

“Ungodly? Its 10 am miss, and your loyal subject is here to feed you.”

He moved past you into your house without invite, putting down the paper bag which had grease stains on it. Despite your shock and anger, your stomach grumbled, and you shut the door behind you. You rolled your eyes at his cheek, but that stuff looked too tempting to say no to.

“Since you’ve decided to intrude on my morning, make yourself useful and put on some coffee. I’m gonna change” You said and walked towards your bedroom.

“Like the way you look!” Chris shouted from behind you and you flipped him off without looking, ignoring his chuckle.

Why the hell was he here? After the way you guys had left things last night, you would have thought he would be too pissed to talk to you. You sighed as you pulled on a bra and something other than a 10-year-old t-shirt. You found him setting the table, laying down breakfast as the smell of coffee filled the kitchen. He smiled when he saw you had pulled your hair into a messy bun and winked at you.

“Here, larger portion for you.” He said handing you a plate of your favorite food. You took it, feeling like a guest in your own home as he served and poured you a mug of coffee, made perfectly as you like it. You both ate in silence for a while, the sound of cutlery the only thing to be heard. Finally, you pinned him with a stare, pushing away your plate.

“Chris, what are you doing here? Seriously.”

He chewed the morsel in his mouth before leaning his hands on the table and clasping his hands. It felt like an interview and you wished you had something better on, like an armor, to deal with whatever he was going to say.

“Well, if you want an honest answer here, I’d say I am here because I wanted to see you. I didn’t want you having some instant meal for the 10th time this week, so I got you some breakfast.”

You looked away from him, chewing on your lip. You wished he wouldn’t be so sweet. If he were a sleazy bastard, saying no to him would be so easy. Yet, here he was getting you food and being all domestic, making your life more difficult.

“Look, I appreciate this but I – Chris, we can’t happen. You need to stop this.”

It seemed like he was contemplating you, trying to guess what went on in that head of yours. He reached across to take your hand in his, lacing your fingers and stroked.

“I can’t stop. I tried, trust me I did. I can’t. I see you on the set and I want to whisk you away in the vanity away from prying eyes. I see you anywhere at all, with any other man I want to punch his face. Y/n don’t tell me I am imagining things. I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want me too, don’t you?”

The chair made a screeching noise as you snatched your hand away from his and got up, pacing the room. You were shaking your head, trying to think of a way to make him understand.

“Chris, we won’t work, you and me.”

“Why the fuck not? How can you even know if you won’t give us a chance? And I am the one who’s supposed to have fucking commitment issues.”

You wrung your hands, sitting in front of him again. He looked angry and frustrated, not knowing how much you wanted to say yes. But you knew in your heart of hearts that a very basic thing will never let you be.

“I won’t give it a chance because we’re different. We like different things, and well, sometimes they can be too much to compromise.”

“Like what, huh?”

You looked down in your lap, playing with the lint that stuck to your leggings. It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but you knew it would hold a lot of importance to this relationship. Taking a sharp breath, you told him the truth.

“I don’t like dogs. In fact, they terrify me.”

Chris lurched back as if it was the last thing he expected to come from you. He probably expected some tale of family drama or relationship trauma, but your reasons were simpler. You had cynophobia, the fear of dogs. You couldn’t be in the same room with them without getting shit scared. Chris blinked at you, like it was the dumbest thing you could have said.

“Excuse me? You refuse to go out with me because you don’t like dogs?”

You gave him a critical look, raising a brow.

“Have you seen your social media accounts? You love Dodger probably more than you love any human being. You’re a self-proclaimed ‘huge dog guy’. And me…I can’t be in the same room with one. We won’t work out Chris, and I would rather save myself the heartbreak.”

This was clearly not something Chris was prepared for. He looked baffled, not knowing what to say. You wished it were a small thing, but it wasn’t. Everyone who knew Chris could tell how much he loved dogs. His Instagram page was basically a Dodger fan page. He had the name tattooed on his body. You could never work out simply because Chris would always be choosing between you and his doggo, and you would be too busy being scared of him to enjoy your time with Chris.

He released a deep breath, straightening his shoulders.

“We’ll make it happen. A lot of people fear things, and they get over it. It can work out. When you meet Dodger, you’ll forget you’d ever been scared of a dog. He’s a good boy, trust me.”

“Chris” You said shaking your head, “You don’t understand. I like dogs but only from afar. They terrify the living daylights out of me. I just – why don’t you understand? This is already so embarrassing”

He got up and sat next to you, his hand on your shoulder. “Look, just give me one chance. I know we can be great, okay? One chance is all I am asking. If it gets too much, we end it. I promise, it will be like nothing ever happened.”

You didn’t want to believe him. You shouldn’t have, but he was the man you’d been crushing on for nearly a year now. He was smart and kind and funny, he worked for the good causes and god he was such a treat to look at. You should have said no, had your coffee and left it at that. But there was only so many times you can say no to Chris Evans, especially when he’s pursuing you like the proverbial hound of hell.

“One chance Chris.”

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This was a bad idea and you were regretting it already. You were practically hiding behind Chris, bunching his shirt under both hands as your head peeked over his large body. You were not ready to meet Dodger, at least not without a bomb suit.

“Hey, relax, he’s a right love. I’ve been showing him your pictures on my phone and he loves you already.” Chris tried to placate you and you replied with a pathetic whimper.

The door had barely opened before the golden brown doggo ran towards you and you squeaked. He bounded on Chris and you, Chris laughing and rubbing him behind the ear while you backed away. Dodger kept trying to come towards you and Chris had to hold him back by the collar while offering you a hand.

“Come on Y/n, he doesn’t bite. He’s a cutie.” Chris called but you shook your head, your knees vibrating. You edged away, taking deep gulps of breath as fear overtook you. It was pathetic really how scared you were since Dodger wasn’t even a huge dog, but it still took every last bit of your willpower to not just run away.

“Chris I can’t. Please.” You begged and he must have heard the fear in your voice. He pulled Dodger inside the house, the barks getting fainter as they moved in and you stayed frozen in your track. He came out after a couple minutes and immediately took your shoulders, rubbing softly.

“Hey, hey look at me. He’s inside now, okay?”

You nodded and buried your head in his chest, feeling more embarrassed than ever. Chris hugged you, shushing you gently.

“I am so sorry Chris, I just can’t. I told you this won’t work” You said, and Chris pulled away to look in your eyes. His blue eyes were determined as they stared in yours and you blinked up at him with watery eyes.

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have sprung this up on you like this. We’ll start small, okay?” He urged and you bit your lip, uncertain. Chris rubbed his nose to yours, pressing a kiss on your lips and both your cheeks. “Please Y/n, just give me more time. We’ll work it out.”

You wanted it to work out too. The dates you had gone on had been nothing short of amazing. When you were with Chris you laughed like never before, the conversation so unrestrained. You didn’t worry about hiding your flaws, feeling so comfortable in his company. And then there was the sex. It was so good. In fact, it was spectacular.

“I don’t know how we’ll make it work.” You admitted softly and Chris smiled at you, cupping your face in his huge hands.

“We’ll do it together baby. Don’t give up on us just yet please.” You pressed your forehead to his and breathed in his scent, letting it wash over you. Nodding your affirmation, you let him lead you inside his house, Dodger locked inside the bedroom.

“I feel terrible for locking him in.” You said and you did. Just because dogs scare you doesn’t mean you hate them. You just feared going near them. You watched those cute puppy videos on YouTube to help relax yourself, only you didn’t want any dogs around you.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s with his stuffed lion.”

You cuddled on the couch, watching some 90s movie and you wished with everything that this would somehow work out.

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It took you a while to decide if this was heaven or hell. You were awing and yelping simultaneously, and Chris laughed from behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist. Nuzzling his nose in your neck, he bit your ear softly uncaring of the people around you.

“Oh my god” You must have said this a dozen times already, but you were simply in awe. When Chris said you’ll start small you didn’t think he meant literally. In front of you were some of the cutest, softest, smallest puppies and you finally decided this was heaven.

“I figured we’ll begin from the beginning. Go up slowly, get you used to being around canines.” He bit you again as he said that and you giggled. Turning your head, you captured his lips in an elated kiss, touched that he was going to go through this with you.

“This is amazing.” You said and the corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile. He led you to the corner where a small black puppy with spots on his toes was wagging his tail at you. You awed, not afraid of him in the least.

“You wanna tell me about your phobia a little?” Chris asked as you cradled the pup in the crook of your elbow, the little darling loving your finger running over his small belly.

“It’s kinda silly but when I was four, I was chased by my neighbor’s dog. I ran like hell and it almost bit me before they got it back in control. I’ve feared them ever since.”

Chris hummed, kissing the pup in his own hands and giving you a soft smile.

“This helps?”

“This helps.” You agreed.

Chris and you must have petted a dozen puppies, holding them in your hands, cooing to them and kissing their small noses. You clicked pictures and fed them from your hands, a cacophony of kissy noises and good boys flowing from you both.

“I’m gonna have to hide these pics or Dodger is gonna get jealous.” Chris said and you snorted, snuggling into his side. It was a beautiful day at the shelter, and you were surprised at how fun it was. Tired as you were, you were also acutely aware of Chris’s hand creeping up your thigh in the car. You looked out the window, suppressing your smile.

“So, we made some progress today” He said, and you hummed. “And you had a lot of fun” You hummed again.

Chris pulled you to him roughly by your collar, his tongue poking out to just lick at your bottom lip.

“I think I deserve a reward…” He trailed off and you finally let a smile spread on your lips.

“I think you do Mr. Evans” You agreed and pressed your lips over his, hoping the driver will overlook the noises in the back.

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Baby steps worked, and over the course of the next few weeks you got more comfortable around dogs. You spent a lot of time with pups of all breeds, slowly moving on to the bigger dogs. It wasn’t all easy, few visits ended in tears and hopelessness, but Chris stayed by your side. He let you set the pace, accompanying you every time and praising you for every obstacle you crossed. He didn’t mind spending most of the time at your place and waved off your apologies about Dodger.

“We’re doing this for him too, so he can get to know you better. It’s okay with me.” He assured you after a passionate round of love making. You traced Dodger’s name on his bare chest, finger roving over the other scattered tattoos. He loved it when you traced them with your tongue and bit his nipples.

“I think I’d like to try another visit with him.” You finally admitted, peeking up at him from under your lashes. Chris grinned, pulling you closer.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting.”

“I think I’m ready Chris. I want to meet the good boy who’s sharing your heart with me.”

Rolling over you, Chris pressed kisses over your collar bones and chest, hands squeezing your curves. Your lips mashed together in a sloppy kiss and you felt him smile against you.

“There is no one else I’d rather give my heart to other than you and him.”

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This time when the door opened you were not hiding behind Chris. You held a soft chew toy in your hand, a gift and an apology. Dodger ran towards Chris, tail wagging aggressively as he licked and nipped at every exposed bit of skin he could find. Chris giggled as he rubbed and scratched his baby, and you were very proud of not making any distressed sound or running away. When Dodger finally turned to you, you tentatively came towards him with the toy.

“Hello Dodger, you sweet sweet boy.” You greeted. You’d been with dogs almost as big as him now and felt little apprehension touching his soft coat. He whined under your touch, leaning into you and rubbing against your legs. Chris joined you, his hand finding yours in Dodger’s fur.

“Look buddy, mummy is ready to meet you. You like her, eh?”

Dodger barked in agreement, rolling over for belly rubs while you stared at Chris coyly.

“Mummy eh?” You teased and Chris blushed, kissing you softly.

“Well, only if you’ll have Dodger’s dad.” He said.

You playfully sat down on the floor, letting the cutie climb on your lap and scratching behind his ears that made him purr in satisfaction.

“What do you say Dodge, should I take him?” You asked and he wagged his tail, rolling around in your lap. You gazed lovingly at Chris, softly touching his bearded face.

“Well, only because Dodger says so.”

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nomsugayoongi · 3 years

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Off My Face. Part 4!

Pairings: Jungkook X OC female (nameless)

Tags: Fluff. They get busted. Giggly!Joon. Flirty!Jk, SMUTTTTTT! Sweaty after practise Jk getting his fuck on in a bathroom. Not for littles.

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She was warm. She was comfortable. She was probably the most relaxed she'd ever felt, floating in dreams. Something subtle was pulling her out. Back towards consciousness. She groaned sleepily, a warm, soft lump at her side wriggled also. Awareness hadn't quite crept in yet. The lull of sleep drawing her away. But there was a noise. Something that didn't want her to stay here. Sound started to form. Like a tapping sound. Glass maybe. More wriggling at the side of her, weight across her stomach, something tickling her neck. She lifted a heavy hand to swat at it, only to connect with something solid. Her fingers wriggled. Something soft beneith them. Tapping. More awareness. Jungkook. First formed thought. Before any real comprehension kicked in, he did. She sighed. Sleepy smile. More tapping. "Jungkookie?" She knew that voice. Awareness crashed back into place followed by panic. "Shit" she hissed, eyes snapping open. Sunlight flooded the room, Jungkook still asleep next to her. She'd fallen asleep in his bed. "Jungkookie, I'm coming in!" Namjoon called through the door.

Her eyes scanned the room furiously. There wasn't enough time for her to go anywhere. Plus her underwear was on the bedroom floor. Naked from the waist down, she frantically pulled the covers over herself. The door handle creaked. She elbowed Jungkook and braced for impact. His eyes shot open and he groaned, cradling his ribs where her elbow connected. He didn't have time to ask her what the hell was going on. He was still squinting stupidly when the door swung open and Namjoon appeared. "JK, you need to get up. We have....WOAH!!" Namjoon's hands shot to his mouth, frozen in the doorway at the sight that greeted him. His eyes wide. "What the....?" He started. Jungkook was awake now, scrambling into a sitting position. "WHAT IS THIS?" Namjoon shrieked, his shock dissolving into giggles. "Shut the door" Jungkook hissed. Namjoon booted the door closed, not taking his eyes off the pair in the bed. "What happened?" He whispered, still chuckling childishly. "We fell asleep" she replied stupidly. Jungkook had jumped out of bed, opening the bedroom door he peered either way down the hallway. "Where is everyone?" He questioned. "Showering or having breakfast. We let you sleep as long as we could but we have practise in an hour. What is going on here?" He asked again. "Good, so nobody heard you freaking out then." Jungkook mused, ignoring Namjoon's question. He turned back towards his bed, running his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. He flopped onto the bed next to her, resting his head against her shoulder with a sleepy grumble. That was not how he wanted to wake up. She smiled, stroking his hair. "GUYS...are you serious? What the hell?" Namjoon questioned for the fifth time. "You said nothing was going on" he added, pointing an accusing finger at her. "It wasn't...then." she replied sheepishly. Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed. "Well...when?" He asked, still reeling. "Yesterday. After dinner." She said simply. Namjoon gawped at them. "So...what? Now you're like...bed buddies?" Jungkook chuckled, finally lifting his head. "I wouldn't say it like that. Look, we like each other. We wanna see where it could go but it's....new. We didn't want anyone to know until we'd had a chance to figure it out ourselves. So please don't say anything to the others. Hyung...please." he asked sincerely. Namjoon frowned, his expression immediately becoming that of supportive big brother. "Of course I won't. But guys....this is....insane. I mean...it's GREAT. But...WOAH!" He chuckled. She grinned, nuzzling into Jungkooks side. "I told you to tell him" Namjoon smiled. Jungkook frowned looking from her to Namjoon. "Huh? Told her to tell me...." He muttered. "How she felt about you." He responded. Jungkooks frown deepened. "Why? How long have you known?" He asked. Namjoon shrugged. "Ages. Since she got back from England." Jungkook pouted, picking up the pillow and bashing her with it playfully. "Told him months ago. Told me yesterday. That's some kind of backwards." He whined. "I couldn't tell you. It was too intense. I was all...spazzy" she replied, defensively. "Uh huh?" He hummed, leaning in to kiss her. "Uh huh!" She replied, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Namjoon cleared his throat loudly. "Still here guys. Plus, I don't wanna ruin your moment but you really do need to get up. 50 minutes till dance practise." He reminded. Jungkook groaned loudly, throwing his head back. "I'll be down in 5 minutes. Need to pee and brush my teeth" he grunted. Namjoon nodded, giving them one last huge smile before departing. Once Namjoon has left, Jungkook started trying to motivate himself, rifling through his wardrobe for something comfy to wear. He usually really enjoyed dance practise but that was when he hadn't stayed up most of the night before and didn't have a half naked, beautiful girl in his bed. "Jungkook, can you pass me my underwear please?" He turned, smiling at the blush flooding her cheeks as she sat in his bed, hugging her knees. "They're right there." He said, pointing to the spot on the floor where they'd landed. "Well...can you get

them for me?" She asked. "But they're closer to you than me. Why can't you get them?" He questioned, folding his arms with a smirk. Her face burned scarlet. "Cause...I'm naked under here. You'll see." She whispered. He walked over, picking them up and leaned onto the bed, kissing her before dropping them in her lap and turning back to his wardrobe. "I've already seen." He said in a sing song tone. "Jeon Jungkook" she hissed. "What? I have. I had my whole face right up in there. Too late to get shy about it now." He teased. She scrambled under the covers to pull on her underwear, blushing furiously. "Stop it, beast" she grunted. He turned back again with a grin, grabbing her hands and pulling her out of bed. He hooked a finger under her chin as she tried to avoid his gaze, forcing her to look at him. "Don't be shy. You don't need to be. You were so beautiful last night. Watching you come undone like that..." He paused and sighed, shaking his head. "...i'd be trying to make you look that way again right now if I didn't have practise. You don't have to hide from me. I like every inch of you. Very much." He caught her lips, his kiss sweet but just a touch of his hunger leaking through. His thumb trailed softly down her face. "JUNGKOOK" a collective scream bellowed from downstairs. He lept back from her reluctantly. "ALRIGHT" he hollered back. "To be continued." He muttered, apologetically, grabbing a handful of clothes and speeding off towards the bathroom. She took a quick shower and decided to get herself ready before heading downstairs. Hair washed, blow dried and straightened. Cute outfit. Minimal make up. She didn't want to look like she was trying to look good. But she still wanted to look good. That was an issue when the person you had just started dating could look good in a sack. She bounced downstairs about half an hour after Jungkook had left her. "Morning guys" she called. Namjoon was grinning at her stupidly which made her giggle. She ruffled his hair playfully as she walked past, causing a distressed grunt from him as he tried to fix it. She walked up to the table, throwing her arms around Suga's shoulders from behind as he sat eating his breakfast. "Oh...hello" he smiled, patting her hands. Jungkook was sat opposite looking sinfully good. Baggy black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt that absolutely swamped the frame underneath but still managed to look great on him. She guessed black sneakers too even though she couldn't see his feet. He was shovelling cereal into his mouth, his eyes flickering over her face in a way that made her feel naked. She let go of Suga, planting a peck on the top his head then made her way round the table, leaning over it unnecessarily to grab a piece of toast right in Jungkooks eye line. He swallowed a huge mouthful of cereal, fighting a smirk. "Hungry?" He asked. She hummed her affirmative as she chewed. "Starved" she replied. "You? Didn't you do enough eating yesterday?" She raised a cocky eyebrow then bit her lip to hold in a laugh as she heard Namjoon choke on his food behind her. Jungkooks face remained neutral but she saw his ears flush. He shrugged casually. "Nope. Still hungry" Jungkook replied. His eyes were burning into her. "You know he could eat for his country" Jin piped up. She let herself laugh at that and nodded, turning and heading away from the table. "That's very true" she replied quietly. ----------------------------------------------------------- She had just about finished cleaning the house when she heard the cars pull up outside and collective sounds of the guys. The front doors banged open and they filed in, talking and laughing amongst themselves. She grinned having already prepared cold drinks and snacks for them all. Jungkook was in the middle of the bunch, an arm slung around Jimin's shoulders. He gave her a huge smile, grabbing a bottle of water and stopping beside her. He pressed the bottle against his head, the cold condensation feeling nice against his warm skin before untwisting the cap and downing about three quarters of the bottle in

huge gulps. He looked gorgeous. His skin flushed and clammy, his hair now wavy and damp with sweat but he was still buzzing with energy. He always was after practise. His adrenaline kept him going much longer than the other guys. "How was practise?" She asked, sneakily resting a hand on his back, her fingers playing under his shirt, stroking over his sweaty skin. He smiled, draining the rest of his water before grabbing another. "It was good. A few hiccups but we're getting there. Some of the new choreos are pretty intense. Should be good in front of ARMY though." He replied. He leaned into her, smelling her hair quickly. "I need to shower." He said, scratching at his sweaty hair. He made his way towards the stairs, clattering Jin over the head with his empty water bottle and giggling mischeviously as a cushion was flung at him. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, beckoning her to follow before hopping up them 3 at a time like he hadn't just spent the last few hours dancing his ass off. She paused for a minute, wondering what excuse to use so she could disappear. Namjoon walked over with a smile. "Go. I got you covered." He whispered, grabbing a bottle of water and turning back to the group. She grinned happily, heading for the stairs. She could hear the water running in one of the bathrooms and wondered if he'd already jumped into the shower. She paused at the top of the steps, looking from the bedrooms to the bathroom door. "Psst" She swung round, Jungkook was stood in the doorway of his bedroom with a smirk. "Hey. I thought you were showering" she smiled. He pulled her into his bedroom, pinning her against the wall, his fingers lacing through hers. "I will be." His lips were on hers straight away, his body pressing her against the wall so hard it made her shoulders hurt. "I missed you" he mumbled between kisses. "Couldn't stop thinking about you at practise." His lips skimmed down, sucking and nipping at her neck. Her breath caught, she wrenched one hand out of his grip to tangle in his messy hair. His smell was intoxicating, a gentle mix of his usual scent and the warm, wet kind of smell of someone who'd been active recently. The kind of pre-sweat smell. Very masculine and playing absolute havok with her hormones. "Couldn't stop thinking about last night. You. The way you moan. How you taste. The look on your face." He grunted into her neck. She felt a sharp stab as he bit a little harder at the tender skin above her collarbone. Each word he whispered collecting at her core, provoking an instant ache. "Need more." He whispered. He lifted his lips from her neck, his eyes meeting hers. She almost moaned. He looked aggressively gorgeous, his eyes darker, burning into her, lips slightly swollen and parted, the tip of his tongue running slowly across his bottom lip. He took her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom. She almost had to run to keep up with him, taking long strides, yanking at her arm like he didn't have time to waste. Once in the bathroom, he kicked the door shut, pulling her in for another mind melting kiss. She was so busy trying to keep up with his insistent tongue that she didn't even notice him unbuttoning her jeans until he was hooking his fingers in and pushing them over her hips. She moaned against his mouth in anticipation. He broke the kiss, kneeling down to yank her jeans and panties off her feet then trailing kisses up her leg, stopping to sink his teeth into her thigh. She squeeked, watching a cheeky smile pull at his lips. He stood, lifting her easily and plonking her on the bathroom counter. She gasped, the cold marble surface agaisnt her bare skin making her squirm although she really didn't have long to think about it. He was already pulling her legs apart, sinking down as his eyes stayed fixed on her. She watched, his eyes never leaving her face as he delivered a long, slow lick to her slit. He groaned, sounding almost relieved as he repeated the action, tongue sliding through her folds, the instant jolt of pleasure as he passed over her clit. "Oh my god." She breathed. There was

something inherently more sexy about actually watching him do it. She felt like she should look away but his gaze wouldn't let her. His big brown doe eyes holding her innocently while the action with his tongue was anything but. After another long lick, he stopped at her clit, circling the bundle of nerve endings with the tip of his tongue, still watching her watch him, the corners of his open mouth curling in an almost sinister smile. "Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?" He groaned. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out, she was rapt, watching him flatten out his tongue and lick hard, his lips closing around her clit in a way not unsimilar to the way he kissed her face. He moved one hand from her thigh, sitting back on his heels, his attention temporarily turning from her face as he lazily dragged his fingers up and down her pussy. She could see her wetness coating his index and middle finger as he stood up, presenting them to her. "Open" he whispered. Unable to do anything else through the haze of lust currently engulfing her, she obediently opened her mouth, lips closing around his fingers, tongue snaking round them as she experienced the tangy, slightly sweet taste of the arousal he provoked in her. He moaned, watching her suck his fingers deep into her mouth, her tongue soft and warm sending jolts of desire to his already aching cock. "Damn. I want to fuck you so bad." He panted. "Wanna feel your soft, hot pussy around my cock. Wanna screw you till you can't speak. Want it so bad." His voice was husky, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he battled ferociously with his need. "Please do" she croaked, her mouth dry. He whined, a small part of him thinking their first time together shouldn't be a lust fueled quicky in a bathroom with all his brothers downstairs. The rest of him couldn't have cared less if they were sat on the counter next to her. He was too far gone to notice. His stomach churned, feeling uncomfortable under the weight of his lust. "I can wait." He offered, although it was taking more restraint than he thought he possessed. "I don't wanna wait." She breathed. "I want you inside me." With that, his resolve snapped, his fingers already deftly battling with the button on his cargo pants before his brain had registered her response. He didn't even bother to take them off, he couldn't wait that long. He just undid them, and pulled his swollen, achy cock out of his boxers, hissing at the contact from his own hand. "Fuck" she gulped. He realised that she'd never actually seen him before, pausing with his long fingers curled around his shaft, he smirked, squeezing slightly, gently stroking his cock, ignoring the tingle of pleasure to focus on her reaction. In typical Jungkook fashion, he was an overachiever. His cock decently above average size without being obscene, deliciously thick, smooth, perfectly straight. Even his dick was pretty. If it wasn't for her overwhelming need for him to stop fucking about and nail her with it, she'd have been annoyed that this gorgeous, cute, devilish, cheeky contradiction of a man had literally not a single physical flaw. He was sculpted, proportioned and presented so perfectly that it stole her breath and at any other time, would have made her heart contract painfully with overwhelming affection. But she wasn't thinking with her heart. She was too wrapped up in her pussy, leaking, feeling so empty she could hardly stand it. "Gonna stand there jerking off or are you going to fuck me?" She hissed, past the point of impatience. His smirk grew. "Feeling needy are we?" He teased. She pouted pitifully and nodded at him with wide eyes. "But how can I fuck you when you look so cute?" He cooed, rubbing the head of his dick against her clit. She shivered, her fingers clenching against the edge of the marble counter top. "It's simple. You just stop being a brat and stick it in me." She huffed. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh that's it? Just slide my thick, hard cock into your cute, tight, greedy little hole hmm? Just stretch your wet little pussy

out, fuck you till you can't see straight." He whispered. She moaned and whined at the same time. "Koo...please. I'm gonna die." She cried, wiggling uncomfortably. He chuckled, making a mental note to see how far he could actually push her in the future. He already knew he was going to have a lot of fun with her neediness. "Relax baby. I've got this." He lined up, rubbing the head of his cock against her hole a couple of times, biting his lip as he felt her entrance contract, trying to suck him in. He pushed slowly, feeling her stretch to accommodate him, then the slick, soft heat engulfing him inch by inch. He groaned heavily, eyes fixed on her impossibly tight hole swallowing his length greedily. "Holy shit." He panted, pleasure exploding through him. "Fuck you feel amazing. Fuck." He wanted to savour it. He felt her fingers clench, balling his sweaty shirt in her hands. "Oh god" she whined, wriggling deperately. The stationary pressure of his cock buried deep inside her was making her crazy. The slight burning stretch, the feeling of fullness. She needed him to move. Her hands gripped at his hips, pushing back. "Don't tease me" she panted. He leaned in, running his nose along her jaw, inhailing deeply, his lips finding her ear. "What do you need Jagi? Slow?" He withdrew painfully slowly, allowing her to feel every bit of him against her sensative walls. "Or hard?" He snapped his hips forward, driving into her mercilessly. She grunted, a stab of achy pain as he hit something deeper than she expected. "Hard." She hissed. He bit his lip, swallowing his own moan, pulling out of her. "Jump down" he instructed, taking her hand and helping her to slide off the marble counter. He kissed her softly before turning her round, pushing against her mid back until she bent over the counter. He groaned, eyes glued as she presented her ass to him. He bit his lip, running his hands over her soft, perfect skin before finding a home on her hips. He positioned himself, her hips giving him the leverage he needed to pull her back sharply as he thrust into her, his cock slamming roughly into her. He groaned, head falling back, a shock of delicious pleasure bursting through him. He fucked her like he was on a timer, relentlessly drilling his dick into her, the lewd slap of his thighs hitting her bare skin permiated the room, drowning out the sound of the still running shower. Her body banging agaisnt the counter top repeatedly as though he was trying to fuck her through the damn thing. He reached up, curling her hair around his hand and pulling her head back, looking at her in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed, mouth agape, brow furroughed, eyes heavy as she bounced around helplessly with every steady thrust. Her sweaty hands slid uselessly over the marble surface, finding no purchase. "You ok? " He grunted. She nodded rapidly. "Don't stop" she hissed. He pulled on her hair sharply, forcing her upright. "Kiss me" he panted. She turned her head, his lips hungrily attacking hers, moaning lustfully into her mouth as he ground his hips agaisnt her ass, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. "Fuck. So good" he growled, one hand snaking round her waist to play with her clit. She yelped, pushing back, grinding desperately on his cock. He grit his teeth, his expression almost angry as he rapidly rubbed at her clit. His toes were curling inside his sneakers, his orgasm threateningly close. He needed her to cum. Quickly. "Fuck. Love this pussy. So good." He babbled, incoherently. She whined deperately, her head falling back against his shoulder as she sucked in a sharp breath. He felt her walls clench around his cock, felt her muscles tighten and almost sighed with relief, letting go of his restraint, the rapid pulsating of her pussy pushing him over the edge. He came hard, still pistoning his hips deliriously as he spilled what felt like everything he had inside her. He slowed his thrusting, the obscene squelching sound coming from her sloppy cunt only heightening his pleasure. "Fuck" he repeated, stilling his movement, clinging to her weakly.

She looked dazed. Her eyes not fully shut but clearly not actually looking at anything. She panted deperately, trying to regain some oxygen. He braced himself even though his legs felt like jelly, taking the majority of her weight. He nuzzled into her neck, carefully pulling himself out of her, shuddering at the friction against his overly sensative cock. "That was..." He sighed, not actually having a word. "Delicious." She hummed, a smile tugging at her lips. He chuckled and nodded. "Very very." He held her for a few minutes, feeling his heart rate calm and his breathing return to normal, enjoying the blissful afterglow, nuzzling and kissing her affectionately as the lust died down and was replaced with an overwhelming softness for her. She was completely still, breathing shallow and he actually wondered for a second if she'd fallen asleep. "Still with me?" He whispered. She smiled immediately. "Mmm hmm. Just...floating." she sighed. He grinned, knowing the feeling well. "I should shower. We'll be ordering food soon." He murmured, kissing her neck gently. She whined in protest but the sudden growling of her stomach told her he was right. "I know." She said sullenly, peeling herself out of his warm, cosy arms. "Gimme two minutes to clean up then I'll go so you can shower." She sighed, untangling her underwear from her jeans. She washed up quickly, checking her make up in the mirror and fixing the smudges before pulling her hair up. It was too mussed to leave it down now and she couldn't be bothered straightening it again. She made her way downstairs shortly after, leaving Jungkook in the shower although every step away from him felt painful and unnecessary. Some of the guys were still in their rooms, cleaning or getting changed. She headed into the kitchen, stealing a cold Sprite before collapsing on the sofa in the lounge. She sighed, wriggling her toes, the after affects of what had just happened still not fully gone. Her legs still felt shaky. She could feel a dull ache across her thighs where they'd smashed into the marble edge of the counter top repeatedly. She smiled. Yes it was slightly strange but she liked the thought of it bruising. A tangible reminder of what had happened. She bit her lip, feeling heat rise into her cheeks as she stared into space, deep in thought. She'd just had sex with Jungkook. Giggles swelled in her chest. It was so surreal. She didn't understand how she'd gone from pining for him to this. She suddenly missed him desperately even though she'd only been away from him for minutes.

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Hand Grenades and Helipads

Chapter 2

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: E (Explicit)

Warnings: Weapons, sexual tension, SMUT, blood, gunshot wounds, language.

Summary: After today's brush with death you've decided you don't want to live without Frankie, facing your feelings and expressing them.

A/N: I am uploading this chapter while on vacation, I will probably not be able to upload another one for a while.

Chapter 2: Desire

Chapter 1

The drive home is quiet, you’re sat in the middle of Frankie’s truck leaning against him, his right arm over your shoulders, hand brushing your arm gently, but not touching your shoulder. You think about the past few months and the feelings that have flooded through you. Your growing admiration for him and his apparent adoration for you, the feelings he can no longer hide from his team members, especially Santiago- he knew. The sun was setting, the golden color painted over Frankie’s skin as he was driving and you couldn’t help but stare at him, before placing a kiss against his jawline and another against his neck. His breath hitches as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, glancing over at you, as your left hand rubs up his right thigh.

You decided in that moment that you didn’t want to hide your feelings anymore, you didn’t want to go another day without him being yours. You continue to kiss his neck, back up to his ear and he lets out a light but breathy moan “Y/N, what are you doing?” as he stops at the last light before your house. “I-“, you bite your lip, breathing out warm puffs of air against his skin “don’t want to go another day without telling you how I feel… I want you, Frankie”. Those words echoing in his ears as he pulls into the driveway of the house, he turns his head to face you, placing his left hand on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. His lips are warm and soft as he presses them harder against yours, letting his tongue taste your lips before tangling it with yours, moving his right hand between you, dropping his left hand to your waist and pulling you over to straddle his lap. His hand moving its way up your body back to your chin, pulling you deeper into the kiss, and you whimper at the feel of his lips against yours. You move your left hand up to the back of his neck, letting your fingertips play against the hair sticking out from under his hat, your right hand flat against his chest. He readjusts in his seat and that presses your back into the horn of the truck, sending a sound that startled you both- and you ripped your lips from each other, before breaking out into panicked laughter.

Will and Benny come rushing out of the house, .45's in hand, thinking something was happening but quickly notice Frankie’s truck in the driveway, windows beginning to fog up. Will slams his hand down on the hood of the truck, startling you both, and Benny opens the passenger door to see you sat on Frankie’s lap, hand still in his hair, his right hand on your leg, both flushed and laughing. “You scared the shit out of us” Benny says frustrated and Will pops around the door “Get your asses out of the truck and get inside, it’s getting cold out here and- “ he says smirking “we don’t want to get startled again”. Frankie nods and moves you off of his lap to open the driver’s door, taking your hand to help you out of the truck, and Benny closes the passenger’s door, smirking and raising his eyebrows at you. You blush and put your head down. Once inside the house Benny looks at the clock and says “two hours, you both better go get cleaned up and Y/N you need a new shirt” Will hits him in the side with his elbow “Hey, she lives here now too, idiot” he scoffs and Benny laughs while eyeing Frankie “I just thought… Maybe Fish could give her a new shirt” winking in your direction, and Frankie looks at Benny before flipping him off and wrapping his arm around you, walking you to your room, which is located across from his.

Once you round the corner to your room, he pushes you against your bedroom door and pulls your face to his, pressing his body into yours and you can feel his bulge through his pants, his eyes locked on yours “I want you but I don’t want to hurt you” as he looks over your stitches and you whimper, grabbing his belt buckle “You’re not going to hurt me, baby, but we have 2 hours before dinner. Should we…shower together?” you whisper and you can see the burning look of desire in his eyes, he nods. He leads you into the bathroom, starting the shower before grabbing towels out of the linen closet and stepping in to close the door, locking it behind him. You grab his belt buckle and pull him against you, your lips meeting his kissing deeply as you pull his belt buckle, sliding off of his waist, reaching for the button on his pants, undoing it and slowly unzipping his pants. He kicks his boots off and pushes his socks off, lips never leaving yours. He reaches down and unbuttons your uniform pants before unzipping them, taking his lips from yours, and sliding them down your legs while looking up at you, pulling your feet out of your socks and shoes before dropping the pants to the floor. He takes his shirt off, knowing that you can’t do it for him, before he gently removes your shirt and bra. He’s staring at you, taking in your figure and he bites his lip as you look him up and down, noticing the way his cock was twitching in his boxers and seeing the pre-cum soaking through them. “Take them off” you demand, and he pulls you in close, making sure that you feel his cock twitching against your leg, kissing you before hooking a finger into your panties kissing down your chin, neck, chest and, stomach, stopping right at the top of your panties, and slowly pulling them down your legs, looking up at you and the way your body reacts to his lips. He reaches down and pulls his boxers off, his cock pulsing there as he looks up at you taking in your beauty.

In a quick movement, his lips are locked onto yours, his tongue dancing against your lip until it tangles with yours, and he’s pressed against you, walking you back gently as he pushes the shower door open and you both step in. You shudder at the feeling of the hot water on your fresh wound “is this too hot for youn hermosa?” he asks and you moan lightly into his lips “no”. He turns you around, so that you are not in the direct stream of the water, but he is, and he runs his hand down your back and pulls you tightly against him, as his other hand runs down your left shoulder and to your hip, caressing you at every second. He moves the same hand up your stomach and to your left breast, cupping it in his hands squeezing and rubbing his wet thumb over your stiffening nipple. You let out a faint moan. Your hand trailing down his right side to his thigh and scratching up it, before moving between your bodies, letting your fingers trail against his hard length, causing him moan into your mouth “Y/N” as he bites down on your lower lip, and you close your hand around his cock and begin to pump him, while running your thumb over the tip with each stroke, his right hand digging into the flesh at your hip causing you to whimper in pleasure, as your tongue tastes his still. He positions his left hand between you, gently rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb as his fingers push through your wet folds, making you whimper in desire. “I haven’t taken my antibiotics yet, they can’t affect my birth control” you remind him, and you can feel his cock twitch in your hand, his eyes opening to meet yours “Good because I want to feel your throbbing pussy around my cock” he says, teasing you with two fingers as you moan out “Frankie… I.. I need you. I need to feel you, fill me, baby” and he smirks, “not until you cum for me” his fingers moving in and out of you at a slightly increased speed, as he curls them to press your g-spot, still rubbing your clit. Pumping his fingers in and out of you and watching you fall apart in front of him. “That’s right baby, cum for me, hermosa” and your pussy tightens around his fingers, “mmmm Frankie, you’re so good with your fingers- fuck, Frankie, fuuuu-“ He presses his lips to yours to silence your moan as you cum around his fingers, still rubbing your clit so you can ride out your orgasm, drinking up your moans. Your legs shake between you, as he pulls his fingers out, tracing them up your body and touching your hard nipples, before bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking the taste of you off of them. “Baby, you taste so good” and then kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Fuck, Frankie, I need you, please I need to feel you so bad”, pumping his cock in your hand, he lifts your left leg up to his hip and pulls your hand from him, replacing it with his own, positioning himself perfectly at your soaked pussy, before thrusting gently, deeply, inside of you. You moan out in pleasure, the feeling of his girthy-length penetrates your sensitive pussy, pushing deeper inside of you as he holds your leg up. Your hand on his waist and your other arm braced against his chest, his lips pressed against yours moaning into your mouth “Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking good, you’re quivering against me… fuck”, swallowing his moans, you moan and then scratch down the side of his body as you suck on his lower lip, his other hand holding you tightly against him as he thrusts inside of you, taking every inch of him and his panting making it incredibly difficult not to cum instantly. His eyes open to look into yours and he can feel your leg quaking over his hand, as your pussy repeatedly tightens against him, growing tighter and tighter with every thrust. The way his cock twitches inside of you makes you come undone, and you moan “Oh fuck, Frankie, oh fuck, mmmm, I’m cumming” and he thrusts harder, as you clench around him so tightly that he cannot hold it anymore. His grip on your thigh tightens and he thrusts deep inside of you, moaning as he paints your walls with ropes of his hot cum, deep inside of you. Panting heavily, he slowly pulls out of you, leaving you to shudder at the loss of him. He places his lips against yours, pressing deeply, letting his tongue slid against yours as he pulls you under the water. You can feel his cum seeping out of you. You wash each other and get out of the shower, drying off, and kissing each other. “We better get ready for dinner, hermosa. Its 45 minutes until we have to go” he plants a kiss on your forehead, and you open the bathroom door to leave and he smacks your towel laden ass. “I’ll go get ready then, come to my room when you’re ready?” you ask and he smiles “of course”. You both shuffle to your rooms to get ready for the dinner.

It’s been about 20 minutes when you hear a light knock at the door, “Come in” you say, smirking knowing that he already came in you. The door opens and he steps inside, striding over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge. He looks at you from head to toe, soaking up your figure and beauty, and his head is spinning with thoughts. “You look beautiful” he says, and you giggle softly “It’s only denim and a t-shirt, Frankie” and he swallows hard, as his thick cock twitches in his pants “That might be true, but your ass looks so good in them”. You turn around to walk towards, him moving his right hand off of his leg so that you can sit down, wrapping your arm around his neck “So, will you drive me to the dinner tonight?” you ask before you place your lips gently to his, as he slides his left hand up your thigh and squeezes just before he reaches the crotch of your jeans and this makes you whimper into his mouth, “Is that even a question? Of course I will” he growls, and you feel his phone buzz in his pocket. He groans knowing that you have to get off of his lap to get his phone, you stand up running your hand through his hair as he unlocks his phone and checks the message. “It’s from Pope” he says “he said we better be on our way because Benny and Will are already there” he smirks, standing up before pulling you against him tightly, passion burning in his brown eyes, before kissing you, sliding his phone back into his pocket before taking your hand. “Let’s go, baby” he whispers, taking your hand in his.

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 3 years

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Ok so I have another prompt 😆 but it’s really short so you can let your imagination go wherever! As long as the main point of the story isn’t lost!

“So Sam and Bucky try to take a shower together for the first time but Bucky says the water is too cold, then Bucky says the water is too hot! Sam starts to think that Bucky is just nervous. “

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Warnings: Shower Sex

18+ Content! Minors Do Not Interact Please!

Morning Showers

Sam was up early. He was always up early. Much earlier than Bucky. Bucky liked to sleep. He slept better during the day usually, he was maybe the biggest night owl Sam had ever met. But on weekends, the weekends Sam wasn't busy with Cap stuff, he'd get up early and help Sam make breakfast after his morning run.

Sam tugged his shorts and tank top on and leaned back over their bed, his fingers moving through Bucky's hair as he knelt on the bed next to him, leaning down to kiss his head.

"I'm heading out Buck." He whispers, not wanting to pull Bucky completely out of sleep.

"Mmkay." Bucky mumbles, his brow furrowing as he snuggles deeper into the pillow, Sam smiles at him and rubs his thumb over the wrinkles on his forehead, soothing the skin until Bucky's face relaxes again.

"Ya know when I get back... we could try that thing we talked about the other night." Sam said quietly, leaning on his elbow as he watched Bucky, the wrinkles on his forhead appearing again.

"Wah thin?" He mumbles into the pillow, his eyes staying closed.

"The showering together thing." Sam says easily, effectively petting Bucky now, trying to smooth down Bucky's sleep spiked hair.

"You remember that right?" Sam asks, moving his fingers down Bucky's neck, he smiles when he watches him shiver. Bucky nods slowly against the pillow.

"You wanna try that when I get back?" Sam asks, leaning closer again, his nose moving against Bucky's ear.

"Mhmm." Bucky hums, his fingers curling around the edge of his pillow, pulling it closer.

"Okay. I'll be back in about an hour. I'll get you up when I get back." He whispers, presses a kiss to Bucky's temple and rolls back out of bed.

"Mkay." He hears, faintly, behind him. He tugs his shoes on, ties the laces, and heads out the door, smile on his face.

He's covered in sweat when he gets back. He tugs his shirt off as he walks in the door, tosses it into the hamper and smiles at Bucky. He's on his back now, propped up in bed, reading the paper. He stands there, staring, because he can.

"Ya know, you have a serious staring problem." Bucky says, not looking up from the paper. Sam snorts and kicks his shoes off, placing them neatly next to his dresser before tugging his shorts down, he hears the newspaper rustle behind him as he tugs his underwear off as well. He looks over his shoulder at Bucky but he's back behind the newspaper, like he hadn't been peeking.

"We doin this or what old man?" Sam calls, walking into the bathroom, smiling at the towel Bucky had set on the vanity for him while he'd been gone.

"I'm sorry? Doing what exactly?" Bucky's voice calls from the bed. Sam stops, peeks back into the room.

"Showering?" Sam says slowly, Bucky's eyebrows jump on his forhead before he frowns.

"Did we... say we were?" He asks, lowering the paper onto his lap slowly. Sam sighs a laugh and shakes his head. He should have known better than to ask Bucky while he was still in bed.

"Yes. Before I left I asked if you wanted to shower with me when I got back." Sam explained, stepping back into the bedroom, fighting a smirk as Bucky fought to keep his eyes on Sam's face.

"And I... I agreed to this?" He asked, folding the paper over once.

"You did." Sam said, nodding, smiling when Bucky still wouldn't look at him, his eyes wandering around the room.

"Right. Okay. Yeah." He said, sounding...the opposite of enthusiastic.

"You don't have to Buck." Sam said, watching Bucky toss the paper aside.

"No no. I said I would. So I will." He said, tossing the sheets off himself and throwing his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself to his feet.

"I'll be in there in a sec." He said, waving Sam away with a small smile. Sam narrowed his eyes but moved back into the bathroom, stepping into the shower and getting the water running. He let it roll over his shoulders as he adjusted the heat, smiling when he heard Bucky step in behind him. He turned to look at Bucky and stopped in his tracks, he was covering himself, both hands between his legs. Sam looked at him for a moment.

"You... know I've seen your dick before right? Like... several times." Sam said, his eyes moving to Bucky's face, smiling at him.

"Yes. I know that." Bucky huffed, his eyes still moving fast, refusing to stay on Sam.

"What's-"

"Christ! Is that how hot you have the water when you shower?" Bucky asks, cutting him off, pressing himself against the back wall. Sam holds his hand out, the water is luke warm, at best. He rolls his eyes but turns the nob until the water is chilly, goosebumps scattering across his skin. He reaches for Bucky slowly.

"That better?" He asks, fingers curling around Bucky's wrist and pulling him forward a bit. Sam licks his lips as Bucky finally looks at him, his eyes wide. Bucky nods, lets Sam pull him closer and then he's gone again with a small yelp. Sam watches him grimace when his shoudler blades slam into the wall of the shower.

"It's too cold." He says quietly. Looking at the ground. Sam turns the nob again, making it warmer. And then he stands there, under the water, looking at Bucky.

He's covering himself again, sunk back against the wall. And he's... is that blush? Sam bites his lip. Bucky is blushing. Badly. His cheeks down to his shoulders are pink, and his eyes are glued to the floor of the shower. Sam's stomach flutters, that was cuz of him. They'd been sleeping together for months now and here Bucky was, blushing and shying away from him.

"Bucky Barnes," Sam says, teasing,

"Are you nervous?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Bucky's eyes snap to him.

"What? No!" He said, already too defensive. Sam smiled.

"You sure? Cuz you're hidin over in that corner like a bashful school boy." Sam teased, biting his lip again.

"I'm not hiding. If you'd put the water at a normal, human, temperature! I'd come over there." He argued, shifting from foot to foot as the color in his cheeks darkened. Sam moved closer, his hands going to Bucky's hips, thumbs soothing him when he flinched at the touch.

"It's okay to be nervous." Sam said.

"I'm not nervous. And even if I was, which I'm not, I know... that it's okay. I know that." He said, his voice quiet as he looked at Sam defiantly. Sam nodded, narrowing his eyes, unbelieving.

"Okay. Then why are you still hiding from me?" Sam whispered, pressing closer, his forhead resting on Bucky's.

"I- I'm not." Bucky stammered, and Sam could see he was shaking. He pulled back and moved his hands to Bucky's neck, his thumbs resting on his jaw.

"You are. What's goin on?" He asked, brow furrowing. Bucky was avoiding his eyes again. Sam tilted his head, forcing himself into Bucky's eyeline.

"I've never done this." Bucky says, barely above a whisper.

"Done what?" Sam asks, feeling a bit dumb as soon as the question leaves his mouth. Bucky sighs heavily and looks at him. Finally.

"This. The whole...showering together, thing. We didn't do that, back then. Not like this. I mean group showering in the army was... not this." He says, his hand going between them for emphasis.

"It's just... I don't know what I'm doing, okay? Sex I can do. That's... normal? This just seems...different. And...wet. It's very wet." he finished lamely, looking at Sam with a sad sort of grimace. Sam shook his head and smiled at him.

"Come here." He pulled Bucky close, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, kissing Bucky's shoulder when he felt his arms wrap around his waist.

"It doesn't have to be sexual." Sam said, curling his fingers into the hair on Bucky's neck. He felt Bucky nod.

"We can just wash each other. It can be very calming actually." Sam explained, and pulled back to find Bucky looking at him, a very unconvinced look on his face.

"What?" Sam asked, his hands resting on Bucky's pink tinted shoulders.

"You think rubbing soap all over your wet, naked body... is gonna be calming for me." Bucky said, deadpan, as he stared at Sam. Sam took a deep breathe and let it out in a laugh as Bucky nodded and smiled at him.

"Well. Okay. Maybe calming isn't the right word." Sam said, shaking his head as he watched Bucky's tongue move over his lip before he pulled it between his teeth.

"Yeah. Definitely not the right word. Shoulda gone with distracting, maybe." Bucky said, his hands moving to Sam's hips.

"Or... erotic." He said, pressing himself to Sam. Sam gasped and wrapped his arms around Bucky's neck.

"Yeah?" He breathed, his heart pounding as Bucky regained his confidence bit by bit.

"Yeah. Or maybe, annoying?" Bucky said, moving them a step back, into the spray of the shower. Sam looked at him, strengthened his grip around Bucky's neck and spun then carefully, pressing Bucky against the wall.

"Annoying huh?" He asked, his hands moving down Bucky's sides, he smiled when Bucky shivered and nodded, his lip between his teeth again.

"Definitely annoying. You woke me up earlier." He whispers, voice shaking as Sam pressed closer, his thigh moving between Bucky's legs.

"Barely." Sam whispered, leaning close, his lips brushing Bucky's ear.

"Enough." Bucky says, trying to sound annoyed and missing, his voice breathy as Sam moved his thigh upwards. Sam smiled into his shoulder as Bucky's hands scrambled to hold onto his wet shoulders, his hips rocking forward, wanting more.

"Still annoyed?" Sam asked, kissing along Bucky's jaw.

"Yes." Bucky gasped as Sam moved his hands to his ass and pulled him closer. Sam brushed his nose agaisnt Bucky's, smiling as he looked into Bucky's eyes, his pupils blown wide. He winked and then licked into Bucky's mouth, the kiss was messy, and wet, and Sam swallowed the whine he pulled out of Bucky, his hands grabbing at Bucky's thighs as he lifted him.

"Fuck. Sam." Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into Sam's shoulders now as he tried to keep their mouths together.

"Maybe later. This is good for now." Sam breathed against Bucky's mouth, rocking his hips, both of them moaned at the friction, Bucky's head slammed backwards, Sam moved his mouth to his throat, kissing and sucking, and then biting. Bucky writhed against him, one hand reaching up, latching onto the small lip at the top of the shower.

Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky, holding him as they moved together, his tongue and teeth working over Bucky's neck, dragging needy whines out of his throat.

"Sam. Sam please." Bucky begged. Sam smiled agaisnt his neck and moved his hips against Bucky harder, pressing him into the wall hard.

"What was that? You beggin for me?" Sam breathed agaisnt the red mark he'd left on Bucky's skin. Bucky looked down at him, panting, and nodded, his mouth open just so.

"Fuck you look perfect like this." Sam grabbed the back of Bucky's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their teeth clicked together and Sam growled, his hips stuttering agaisnt Bucky now, heat pooling in him. He groaned and pulled Bucky impossibly closer as Bucky tried to do the same. Bucky's teeth sink into his shoulder and then both of them are gone, pushed over the edge as they hold each other close.

Sam holds Bucky agaisnt the wall as best he can as they breathe together. Coming down from their high, Bucky's mouth is still on his shoulder, his togue soothing over the mark he'd made. Sam's knees wobble and Bucky pats his shoulder gently, wordlessly telling Sam he can let him go. Bucky legs fall from around Sam's waist slowly, but Bucky doesn't let him go, pulls Sam flush against him and nuzzles at his neck.

"See? Wasn't so bad was it?" Sam asks, his hand soothing down Bucky's back. Bucky pushes him back and looks at him.

"Yeah no. We're doing this everyday. Why didn't you drag me in here earlier?" Bucky asks, his hands moving to Sam's shoulders, moving up and then back down, the water beneath his hands warm and soothing. Sam laughs and shakes his head.

"I tried!" Sam says, moving his knuckles over Bucky's flushed cheeks.

"Shoulda tried harder. That was ridiculous." He sighed, breathing still a bit shakey as he looked at Sam.

"I'll do better next time." Sam whispered, a promise, before kissing Bucky softly, smiling against his mouth as he hummed into the kiss.

Sam wrapped his arm around Bucky's waist, smirking when he moaned again, still sensitive, and pulled them both under the water. Sam laughing as Bucky squawked that the water was too cold as he held Sam close under the gentle spray.

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sleekervae · 3 years

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The Neighbour [1.6]

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Trigger Warning: fluff, just lots of fluff, and Emerson being a cranky bitch in the morning 😅

Water spattered across the ground, collecting soap suds and bubbles and taking it down the brief journey to the waterfall down the sewer grate. Remington gripped the nozzle of the hose, grumbling to himself when he saw sparing spots of dirt left in the crevices of his car wheels. He squeezed the spring on the hose, unleashing another blast of cold water that ricocheted off the metal and splattered over Eva while she relathered the mitt in the soap bucket.

"Hey!" she nearly jumped out of her skin from the shock, and despite the heat the cold wasn't a welcomed surprise.

"Sorry, babe," Remington chuckled sheepishly, continued to spray down the tires and aiming the nozzle away from Eva, "I didn't think getting dirt off tires was going to be a chore in itself,"

Eva shrugged, wiping the droplets off her skin and she started lathering the roof of his 69 Mustang with the wash mitt, "Well, you wanted to try hand-washing the car instead of... you know... taking it to a car wash," she pointed out, "The big spinny brushes and rollers make it look easy,"

"But this is a classic car!" he replied, "All the experts say you have to hand-wash classic cars. They're too delicate for the big machinery. Besides, this is a fun summer thing to do; wash a car on our own,"

Eva smirked, "You also just like seeing me in a bathing suit. That's why you asked for my help, right?"

"Obviously," Remington nodded with a smirk of his own, "But you didn't get the memo," he motioned to her grey t-shirt and shorts.

"Well, why aren't you in a bathing suit, then?" she asked, pressing against the driver door to reach the middle of the roof.

Remington glanced at his own muscle tee and shorts, shrugging nonchalantly, "These are my swim shorts. Would it make you feel better if I took my shirt off?"

Eva rolled her eyes, "Wash the dirt out of the tires, Rem," she shook her head, grinning regardless.

He did as he was told for a brief moment, waiting until Eva came back around with the bucket before "accidentally" splashing her with the water. She froze at the impact, the mitt splattering across the ground and her jaw fell open from the shock. Remington feigned innocence, tittering under his breath.

Annoyed, Eva grabbed the soapy mitt and tried to whack him with it in retaliation, sparking an all out water fight between them. More water splashed across the road and the soap bucket was within an inch of its life from being knocked over, and the echo of their laughter carried through the normally quiet and distant neighbourhood.

A woman a few houses over had popped out to hang her laundry on her clothes line, and upon hearing the commotion glanced down the street, in shock and awe to find a young couple goofing off with a hose and a soap mitt. She smiled with endearment, the infectious and overwhelming joy the two of them radiated was something that was definitely missing from this tragic year.

Remington dropped his hose and made a grab for Eva, sweeping her off her feet and placing her on the hood of the car. Her excitement had drained into quiet, nervous giggles, her hair and clothes near fully soaked in water, and surely he looked just as much of a mess as she did. He brushed her wet hair from her face with his cold fingers, her lips still radiating warmth as he kissed her, neither of them caring that they were packing the PDA.

"You bitch, I just washed my hair," she chuckled against his lips, trying to feign annoyance and failing miserably.

He smirked in that devilish manner that he knew drove her wild, "I'll just have to clean you up,"

There was a sudden loud scraping noise, and from the front window upstairs Emerson stuck his head out, clearly having just rolled out of bed as his hair was a messy nest and his eyes were heavy.

"Hey!" he called down to them, "You're supposed to be washing the car! Not each other!"

Remington glared up at him, "Well, that's going to come after!" he called back.

"Rem!" Eva smacked his chest.

"Did you just wake up?" Remington asked his brother, "It's after eleven!"

"Why are you surprised at this point? You should be worried if I don't sleep in," Emerson rolled his eyes, "Just don't have sex on the car! We don't want to be those neighbours,"

Eva's face went bright red, "Go back to bed, Emerson!"

The younger drummer shrugged, going to close his window, "You don't have to tell me twice,"

Remington just shook his head as the bedroom window was shut and the curtains drawn, "That kid sleeps more than a fucking koala,"

Eva chuckled as she jumped back onto the road, "Well, c'mon. Break time's over and the tires won't clean themselves,"

The Mustang was finally cleaned -- and Remington made good on his promise to help Eva "clean" up. It went without saying that Eva was a little more open to shower sex after that afternoon. She finished tying back her wet hair into a short ponytail, blushing in the mirror when she saw the faint discoloration spots on her neck. It wasn't just the hickeys that put her in a good mood, it was the sparkle in her eyes, the flush in her chest, the all around happiness that exuded through her from the folds of her ears to the ends of her toes.

Her phone began to vibrate on the counter where she'd left it, and she rolled her eyes once again when she saw the Blocked Caller ID pop up. She declined the call.

Her bare feet swept across the cold hardwood floor as she ventured back into the bedroom. Remington was sat on his bed, his guitar in his lap and his phone by his leg. The curtains were drawn back, letting in a beautiful hue of natural blue and white light that filled the atmosphere. When he heard her just outside his door, Remington quickly closed the Notes app on his phone and shoved it under his leg.

Eva sauntered in, glowing as she usual in her now dried shorts and top that had tumbled in the dryer earlier. She took a brief glance out the window, smiling at the sparkling visage of the 69 Mustang on the boulevard.

"Sick ride," she commented.

Remington grinned, "You'd think it was cleaned by professionals," he replied, shifting over as she came to sit beside him. He smelled of his rich shower gel and shampoo, the pink now fading in his ever growing hair, unspiked and swooping just over his forehead. She reached up to run her fingers through the back, scratching gently at his scalp and he closed his eyes and leant into her touch.

"It's getting longer," she smiled warmly.

"I think I'm gonna' grow it out," he said, brushing his own finger through the front, "Last time I had long hair, the school made me cut it off or they'd kick me out,"

Eva rolled her eyes, "Let me guess, you went to Catholic school,"

"Christian. But close enough," he nodded, "How do you feel about vampires with long hair?"

"The same way I feel about vampires with pink hair," she said, reaching up to kiss the tip of his nose.

Remington brushed his fingers through her own hair, the ends coming to stop at the edge of her jaw, "Would you ever grow your hair out?" he asked.

Eva shrugged, "Maybe. But I like it shorter, anyway. It's easier," and she glanced over at the guitar, quick to change the subject, "What are you working on?"

"Just practicing," he plucked dully at the tight strings.

"No new songs?"

"Not yet," meanwhile, the phone under his leg seemed to burn a hole through his shorts, "You ever play the guitar?" and she shook her head, "You want to learn?"

"Sure," she smiled. Remington sat up against the headboard, moving the guitar so she could sit comfortably in his lap. Resting the guitar on her crossed legs, Remington placed his hands over Eva's, kissing her shoulder briefly and he started running through basic chords.

By the better part of half an hour, Eva had the novice knowledge to play the chorus to Ma Chérie. She played with admirability, despite the growing pain of blisters on her fingers. And she certainly wasn't as skilled at Remington or Sebastian, drawing out wonky melodies with frequent pauses in between. Remington found her all the more adorable with every whispered curse that flew out from her lips when she messed up or missed a note.

"You make it look too easy," she whined, pouting as she set the guitar down.

Remington chuckled as she moved out of his lap, curling up on the pillow and staring up at him with her big blue eyes, "You giving up?" he asked teasingly.

"I don't give up," she replied, "I just bitch and complain until I'm motivated enough to try again,"

"Just let me know when you want to try again," he smirked as he pulled the guitar back into his lap, strumming a random chord before glancing at her jovially, "Any requests, my darling?"

She shrugged as she thought it through, tucking her knees to her chest with a giddy smile, "I want you to play me the most romantic Palaye song you can think of," she decided.

"And here I was about to tear into Massacre," he chuckled again, not having to think on the request hard as the perfect song came to mind. Eva watched with intrigue as he readjusted the guitar and the soft twanging melodies drifted from the pass of his fingers over the strings, clearing his throat as he sang in time with the gentle, familiar tune of Stay.

And Eva couldn't have picked a better song.

"I see you for what you are

It's something in your eyes That look past my scars So where do you go when you leave in the night?

'Cause I see those teary eyes"

She stayed still as a stone, just listening, feeling, get lost in his baritone that struck her ears and whittled into her bones, shuddering against the cage of her heart. Her eyes climbed the expanse of his chest exposed by his unzipped hoodie, tracing the ink of his tattoos as sure as she would with her fingers, memorizing him from the drawl in his voice to the small dips in his muscle.

"I am the only hope for you

You are the only hope for me too I just wanted you I just wanted you

So stay this time

So stay This time

This time"

Remington couldn't bring himself to look at her while he sang. He had done it before, at the album party, in the car, he had sung to her plenty of times. This felt different somehow, the promise of a song he wrote well over a year ago striking an important chord with him. Just being with Eva felt like hope, like he had certainty that he would never have to stray back into the dark places his mind would burrow so long as he was drawn to her light. As long as she would stay with him.

Eva lifted her head from the pillow, watching him with those stormy blue eyes and that stunning smile that made his heart rattle within his chest. The music went quiet as they locked eyes, the guitar forgotten entirely as he pulled her into his lap and caught her in a searing kiss, her fingers twisting in his hair and her lips tasting of her sweet lip balm. He could never let her go, for surely he would never be the same if he lost her. And when he pulled back to stare into those beautiful big eyes of her, the adoration, the sheer love reflecting back was enough for Remington to know that she wasn't going anywhere.

They belonged to each other...

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avengerscompound · 5 years

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Three Sheets to the Wind - Asgardian Mead

Three Sheets to the Wind - A Stucky Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2131

Warnings: Drinking, stripping, smut (Bi MMF, oral sex, anal sex, double vaginal penetration, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: A Series of Stories about drinking and your relationship with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

A/N: This chapter was written second and can be read stand alone or first.

Asgardian Mead

“No, she didn’t. Because she was a lady… ladies don’t do that kind of thing.” Bucky slurs, he pokes Steve in the pec.

You start giggling and look over at Thor. Tony had thrown one of his patented parties. Thor had plied your two super soldiers with Asgardian mead and for Bucky’s first time in over sixty years and what you think might be Steve’s first time ever, they were completely wasted. It was quite amusing really.

“You told me, Buck. You told me that you got to third base with her.” Steve slurs.

“Not with Dot, I didn’t. She only ever let me touch her boobs.” Bucky says and starts giggling. The sounds of it makes you feel warm all over.

“But Bucky you’ve gotten to third base with me lots of times. Does that mean I’m not a lady?” You ask, feigning innocence.

Bucky lurches towards you and slings his arm around your shoulder. His metal fingers walk up your chest. “You are most definitely not a lady.”

“How dare you?” You cry, in mock outrage.

There’s that giggle again. He is so cute when he does it. You’d always sort of assumed that if Bucky got drunk he’d be sullen and fighty. This loud, giggly man is such a pleasant surprise. He pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and wet and tastes so strongly of alcohol you get a little drunk off it yourself. You pull away breathless and lightheaded.

“God, Buck. You are certainly no gentleman.” You say.

He winks at you. Well, he tries to it’s more of a face scrunch. “I never said that I was.”

“I am so sorry,” Thor says, looking to you. “I did not expect such a strong reaction in them.”

You laugh and wave him away. “It’s fine. They deserve a chance to have their walls taken down.”

Bucky starts kissing your neck and you tangle your hands into his hair.

“So tell me, Cap. Seeing as you’re not going to remember I asked this. Which one of you two is the bottom?” Sam asks.

“Sam!” You yelp horrified. Bucky looks up startled not sure what’s just happened.

“What? I’m curious. They’re both big guys.” Sam says.

Steve just looks at him confused. “I don’t understand. What do you mean ‘bottoms’?”

Sam bursts out laughing and you reach out for Steve. “Just ignore him, he’s being a shit.” You say glaring at Sam. “That isn’t even a thing, Sam.”

Steve climbs over to you and curls up on the couch putting his head in your lap. You play gently with his hair. “I still want to know what it means.” He says softly.

You sigh and glare daggers at Sam who is now in hysterics. “The straight guy over there seems to think that when two men have sex that one of them is always the one giving anal sex and one is always the one receiving anal sex. He wanted to know which you were.”

Steve goes from looking horrified, to embarrassed, to giggling uncontrollably. “Where do people get that from?”

You shrug. Steve rolls over on your lap and looks at Sam. “Just whoever feels like it. We don’t normally go in with plans.”

Sam moves a little closer to you. “See… Steve’s learning. I’m learning. Keep drinking man!” He offers Steve some more mead and Steve takes a long drink.

“So what about the three of you? How does that work?” Sam asks.

You blush and Bucky sits forward. “You see… when a man and a man and a woman love each other very much…” He says and breaks down into a giggling fit.

“Yeah, thanks a lot, tin man.” Sam scoffs.

“I do not understand the curiosity. Have you never participated in an orgy?” Thor asked.

You and Bucky both start laughing.

“No, Thor. I haven’t been in an orgy.” Sam says, rolling his eyes.

“You mortals will never cease to surprise me. Why deny your pleasure like that?” Thor says and takes a drink.

Tony suddenly vaults over the back of the couch landing in the spot Steve had been sitting in before. “Did I hear orgry? Are we having an orgy?”

You and Bucky laugh harder. “You might need to participate in that just you and Thor, Tony.” You say.

Steve looks up at you and you run your fingers down his cheek. He nips at them playfully. “I want to go to bed.” He tilts his head back and looks at Bucky. “You wanna go to bed, Buck?”

Bucky starts giggling again. Oh god, that sound is like music. You turn to him and kiss him. “I love you so much.” You whisper when you pull away.

“I love you too, doll.” He grins. He leans down over Steve and they rub their noses against each other. “We can go to bed.” He gets up and drags you to your feet.

You drop a salute to the others. “So apparently I’m off to have drunken sex. You fellas enjoy your night.”

The others laugh and wave you off.

Bucky starts giggling and Steve holds his fingers to his lips. “Shh…” He slurs and suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, staggering towards the elevator.

You squeal and expect him to drop you to the floor when he’s in the elevator. He doesn’t. Instead, he and Bucky start making out. You watch them in the mirror. They’re all tongues and they make wet smacking sounds and deep rumbling noises.

“Put me down!” You squeal, kicking your feet.

He doesn’t. But you do feel the smack of Bucky’s metal hand against your ass. You yelp.

Steve carries you to the bedroom, half leaning on Bucky. You’re slightly concerned you’re going to get dropped but you somehow make it safe and sound. Steve finally sets you to your feet and he kisses you hungrily. You pull back and he pulls your shirt off over your head. “Slow down, Steve.” You say, bemused. “You’re really drunk, baby.”

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Steve slurs and paws at your breasts. His large hands engulfing them.

“Come on, my loves. Let’s go have a shower first. See if you can’t sober up a little.” You suggest.

They follow you in fumbling to take off their clothes. When you’re in the bathroom you help Bucky and then Steve get undressed. You turn on the water and push them both under and by the time you’re naked too they’re all over each other. Bucky has Steve pressed against the wall and is sucking hard on his throat. Steve has Bucky’s cock in his hand and is pumping it quickly in his fist.

“You’re both killing me here. You do realize that?” You groan, stepping into the water.

“Oh, baby. Is okay. Come here, baby.” Steve slurs and pulls you into him, kissing you as you’re pressed up against Bucky. Bucky reaches for you and starts palming your breast.

The shower thing obviously isn’t working. You pull away from Steve and hold his face in your hands. “In bed. Okay? It’s too slippery in here.”

“I’m a superhero,” Steve says.

“I know. But I’m not. Please? For me?” You plead.

Steve nods. “Buck. You gotta stop.” He sighs, letting go of Bucky’s now leaking cock.

Bucky straightens up and you see that there is a large red mark where he’d been kissing. You wonder if Steve will wake up with a bruise. If it had been you, you’d have one for sure.

The boys rinse themselves under the water and hop out and you follow. While they dry themselves off you go get a couple of glasses of water and hand them to them. “Drink.” You say.

They do and you fill them again and take them to the bedside table. You briefly consider aspirin but realize it really won’t help either of them at all so skip it. You’re pulling off your towel when you are grabbed by Bucky and thrown on the mattress. You don’t even have time to roll over when he’s on you again kissing your neck. His cold metal fingers slipping between your folds and teasing over your clit.

“Oh, fuck. Bucky.” You moan, tilting your hips up to him.

“You can fuck Bucky.” He says, rather loudly against your ear. He then breaks down into giggles again. You tilt your head back and capture his lips with yours, holding onto the back of his head.

He continues to finger you, but Steve comes up behind him and spreads his ass cheeks and starts licking over his perineum and asshole.

Bucky manages to stay focused on you for all of thirty seconds before his hand stills and he presses his weight against you. His cock rests hard in the valley of your ass.

“Stevie.” Bucky moans. “I can’t do two things at once.”

Steve sits up and Bucky shifts his weight off you again, though you’re still pinned to the mattress. “If you guys start having sex and then I do Bucky I’ll be the one doing all the work and you don’t have to worry, Buck.”

You start laughing and manage to get yourself free from Bucky. “And that’s how I’m to die? Crushed under the weight of two drunk super soldiers?”

Steve frowns and scratches his head. You lean over and kiss him softly. You sit at the headboard and pat the spots beside you. Both Bucky and Steve come and sit beside you. They are both completely rock hard. You take them each in a hand and stroke them gently. “Now listen, you know the thing you love but I almost never agree to do?”

They both nod enthusiastically.

“If you promise to go nice and slow and use lots of lube then we can do that. Okay?” You say.

Bucky scrambles over to the bedside table and falls off the bed. All three of you start laughing. He gets back up, pomegranate flavored lube in hand and climbs back into bed. They each start lubing themselves up. You add your hands to theirs. Squeezing and stroking them, completely coating their dicks.

They both start panting and they buck their hips. As you suspected neither of them last long enough to get to the actually having sex stage. Steve comes first with a loud grunt. Spilling thick over his abs. He looks down and pouts. “Sorry, baby.” He says.

Bucky comes a split second later. “Fuck, fuck!” He cries, as his hips jerk and he comes all over your hand.

“Awww… my poor babies.” You kiss Steve and then Bucky. “Not to worry. Tomorrow. I promise.”

You get out of bed and wash your hands and dampening a couple of washcloths. When you return they’ve both passed out cold. You wipe them down and tuck them in. When you climb into bed between them they reflexively curl themselves around you. Bucky putting his chin on the top of your head.

You hum and close your eyes.

The following morning you’re woken to the sound of vomiting. There is a groan from beside you and the quilt gets pulled over your head. You roll out from under the covers and pad naked into the bathroom to find Steve hugging the toilet bowl.

You run your fingertips over his scalp and crouch down behind him. You rub his back and place your lips on the back of his neck. “How are you doing there, my love.”

“I have never felt more sick in all my life and I nearly died from pneumonia when I was a kid.” Steve moans, his voice coming out raspy. He starts throwing up again and you rub his back through it.

When he stops you get him some water. “Bruce might be able to set you up with a saline IV. Remember when he did that for me?”

Steve chuckles and then grabs his head. “That was the drunkest I’ve ever seen you. You were stripping on top of the bar. Tony filled your bra with hundred dollar bills.”

“Oh god. Don’t remind me.” You whine.

“Did I do anything too bad?” Steve asks

“No. You and Bucky were really cute. Can you remember at all? Bucky was giggling Steve. Not laughing. Giggling.” You say.

Steve frowns and shakes his head. “Damn. I wish I could remember.”

You hit the flush on the toilet and help him to his feet. “Come on. We’ll get sleeping beauty up and dressed and go see Bruce. While you’re both getting rehydrated I’ll make you breakfast.”

You go to leave the bathroom, but Steve catches you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for taking care of us.”

“Of course, my love. It’s about time I returned the favor.”

// NEXT

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bts5sosempire · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: their s/o end up sleeping everywhere

A/n: tbh this is me when I end up being so tired that I'll just sleep anywhere in the house.

Kim Seokjin:

Jin got home quite early, he expected you to pounce on him once he made it but there was no sign of you at all. The house was very quiet and still.

Jin took off his coat and hang it. “(Name)?” He went to look for you, the first thing he checks is the living room, to which you're not there but there were papers everywhere on the coffee table. Next, he went to check your little small office/ library and found it to be empty and cold also. With a sigh, he went to check the bedroom and found it empty too.

“Where could've she gone too?” Jin took out his phone and send you a text to which he heard your phone goes off loudly in the kitchen. He was a little confused.

Taking his time, he entered the kitchen and saw you sleeping on the kitchen floor with food and snacks open around you as one of your hand loosely hold your papers and while the other one was stained with chips and cookies.

Jin kneels down to lifts you up from the ground. He holds you in his arms and sees you groggily opening your eyes. “Jin?” Looking up at his face he saw trying to stay awake.

“Go back to sleep, I'll clean up.” You tiredly nod and fell asleep against his chest immediately as sleep overtakes you again.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi woke up in the middle of the night to see an empty bedside that was never touched. He looks at the digital clock beside him and it indicated that it was 3 am near 4 am. He kicked off the bedsheets and slide off the bed to check up on you.

He saw you in the living room, kneeling while sleeping. You were bound to feel numb. Your sleep position was quite a little funny to him. Half of your body was resting on top of the couch while both hands were occupied with papers, and your lower half was kneeling on the ground.

Yoongi went over to you and carry you to bed as you sleep like the dead. So quiet and still. You were quite a heavy sleeper if you don't get enough sleep, because you were unusually a light-sleeper.

He settles you into the bed as you move around and open your tired eyes at him before closing them. “I still got work and spacedog to help.” You mumble in your sleep.

Yoongi tiredly chuckles and pull the warm bed sheets over you and you roll over to him once he settled in as well. You throw an arm around his neck. “Yoongi is the best...” The man only smiles at your sleep talk and nestle close to you also.

Jung Hoseok:

(A/n: that is one very sexy gif oui)

Hoseok just got home and he heard a loud thump that sends his heart into an erratic uneven beat. He was supposed to be home alone today with his dog.

Hoseok grabs his Supreme pouch as protection and a weapon. He tries to remember the noise location and he traces it to his and your room.

He slowly opens his door and found Micky to be at the closet door, scratching and whimpering. Hoseok quickly went to grab Micky and put him on the bed before opening the closet door and scream so loud as you fall out from the closet and hit the ground.

You let out a groan and push yourself up from the ground as your sleep was disturbed. Your food falls off your lap and onto the ground as Mickey jump off from the bed and end up grabbing the food from the ground at abnormal speed.

“What the?” You look up and saw Hoseok there with his pouch in the air and ready to be strike down. “Oh, it's only you.” Before slumping onto the ground and go back to sleep.

“I almost shank you and that is all you have to say?”

“I'm too tired to care.”

“My baby shouldn't sleep here, especially in the ground. And aren't you supposed to be out today?”

“I cancel it.”

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon came home quite late and its almost 1 am that he got home. He expects the lights to be off, but to his surprise, they were still on. Namjoon walks around to find you sleeping underneath a pile of blanket and pillows around you in the living room. Your show is still going on and there was popcorn on the ground.

Lately, you have been stress and was asking for time off of work. Namjoon quietly approaches you and roll you over to him. He gently picks you up from the ground and you jolted awake and end up headbutting him as he knocks over in pain, and so were you.

“Namjoon is that you?” You crawl over to him and whisper sorry to him while rubbing his forehead. “I saw something in my sleep and woke in a spasm, I'm so sorry.”

“I almost forgot how wild your dreams are.” He lay on the ground and you were still coddling him.

You laugh and lay on top of his chest and you both ended up talking for a long time until you fall asleep again.

Park Jimin:

Jimin came home and saw lights in the house were off. The only light that could be seen is the shared bedroom. Jimin went to check up on you in the bedroom but it was empty, your clothes were litter on the floor.

The bathroom door was slightly open and he heard no movement or soft humming from you whenever you shower. With tense movement, he pushes the door open and saw you laying in the bathtub not moving. Something ran through his mind.

“(Name)?!” He quickly ran over to you and your body was cold as ice. The water was also cold too. He shakes you awake but you remain motionless until he shakes you one final time and you budge from your slumber.

“Jimin?” Pushing yourself up from the bathtub, you saw how tears were already running down his face. “What happened? Why are you crying? What time is it?” You look around the bathroom and saw it was dark outside. Stars filled up the night sky.

“I thought something happened to you,” Jimin told you. He wipes his own tears away.

“Oh,” you let out a nervous laugh, “I fell asleep. I was thinking about taking a bath and then get out but I got tired and sleepy as it feels warm, but now it's not anymore.” You stood up from the bathtub and the water runs down your skin. This makes Jimin blush as he looks away to respect your privacy, and come to think about he did came barging in and-

Jimin quickly gets out of the bathroom and you look at him weirdly. It's not like he hadn't seen you bare before, why run?

Kim Taehyung:

What's next? Taehyung couldn't figure out where you are as you had tendencies to fall asleep nearly everywhere once you're deprived of sleep. He checks the kitchen, bedroom, living room, bathroom, front porch, backyard, and even the garage but there were no signs of you.

Why are you so good at playing hide-and-seek? He sits on the couch with a frustrated sigh. He felt movement behind the cushioned couch and saw a hand poke through. He took off all the couch cushions and saw you nestle in the back.

Your hair was a mess and you were sleeping like a log. Taehyung wondered how do you survive by sleeping in such a tiny space? He pulls you from the couch and you were finally awake as you told him to put you back, to which he simply laughs and shook his head a ‘no’.

Taehyung picks you up and lets you sleep in the bedroom. “You're such a little mouse.”

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook had left home not too long ago to go to work but came back early. He got some black bean noodles along the way. Jungkook set the food on the table and went to look for you at your usual spot but you weren't there.

It didn't take him long to find you since he saw your feet underneath the bed. He pulls you out and saw you dragging your pillow in the process. Jungkook saw you tiredly waking up and toss the pillow at him.

“It's hot, let me sleep under the bed.” You attempt to crawl back underneath the bed, but Jungkook pulls your legs again and you let out a whine.

“I got black bean noodles.”

That got you off the ground quickly. You wrapped yourself up with the light thin blanket and ran away to the kitchen. Jungkook trails after you and found you struggling.

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miachanelparker · 4 years

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My Forever

INVOLVED: Mia Parker and Tyler Carter TIME FRAME: Monday, January 20, 2020 LOCATION: Mia and Tyler’s Condo; Houston, Texas SUMMARY: Tyler comes home to Mia clean up their place, that leads to some fun times, and even a very serious conversation about their future.

Mia hummed to herself sweetly as she walked around the kitchen sweeping the floor with the broom lightly. It was Sunday and usually she tried to tidy up the place for Tyler when she could, considering how thankful she was that he’d let her move into his condo completely now that the semester has started. She grabbed the dustpan and bent over slightly as she cleaned the little trash that they had up off of the floors.

Tyler walked through the front door, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the rack beside the door. “Babe, I’m home,” he said loud enough to be heard through the entire penthouse as he slipped his shoes off and sat them aside, making a mental note to place them in the closet later. He moved through the house, heading towards the kitchen to grab himself something to drink when he rounded the island to see Mia bent over and he smirked, walking up behind her. He pressed his hips to her ass, gripping her sides lovingly. “Just what I love to come home too,” he said playfully.

Mia collected all the dirt in the pan, and she heard Tyler and she smirked, she loved hearing him walk through the door and call out to her. It was the little things in life, you know? As he walked up behind her, she chuckled “Ty” she said as she rested the pan back down on the ground and the broom aside. In her robe and headscarf, she turned to him and smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck standing on her tippy toes. “I missed you” she said kissing his lips.

As Mia turned, Tyler smirked his arms wrapping around her thick frame as her arms coiled around his neck. “Did you?” he whispered softly, kissing her lips lovingly as his hands slid down to her ass and he hoisted her up, turning and sitting her on the island as he brushed his nose against hers.

“I did” Mia said cutely to him “I was just cleaning up the place and stuff for you,” she told him cutely. “And, of course I always miss you when you are gone for too long,” she told him as he picked her up and sat her on the island. “Did you miss me?” she asked him with a smile.

Smirking, Tyler dropped his head, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. “You smell good,” he whispered, kissing her collarbone. “Of course, I missed you,” he breathed out, kissing across to her other collarbone lovingly.

“I do?” Mia asked him with a chuckle “I mean I took a shower, but it’s my usual stuff” she said plainly. At his words she smiled at him pecking the side of his face as he nuzzled himself in her neck. “What do you want me to cook today?” she asked.

Tyler nodding against her warm skin. “I’m hungry but my main course is right here,” he said his tongue running from her collarbone up the side of her neck, until he was gently nibbling on her ear. His hands slid down to her sides until he was gripping her ass and he lifted her once more, his large hands holding her ass as he carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. “Can I eat?” he asked her softly.

Mia smirked at Tyler’s words “oh yeah?” she asked him jokingly, as he licked up her skin. Mia’s body tingled from the actions the boy was so wild in that way, as he nibbled on her ear, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Hoisting her up into his arms, Mia wrapped her legs around the man to secure herself not that she ever needed to, and she bit down on her lip before she nodded her head “yes” she said allowing him the permission to indulge her.

Tyler licked his lips as Mia agreed to let him have her body for the evening and he finished his trek up the steps, walking into the bedroom and laying Mia down on the bed. He stood over her, smirking as he pulled his shirt over his head before he pushed his jeans down, his dick standing at attention in his boxers as he gazed down at her. His muscles flexing, he stepped out of his jeans, kicking them to the side before he was hovering over Mia in the bed, kissing her lips hungrily.

Mia tucked her lips away as they made it to the bedroom, he laid her down and she sat up on her elbows. She looked at the tall man as he pulled his jeans down revealing his large dick in the wake, she licked her lips idly as he then kicked the pants to the side. He’d removed his shirt as well revealing his muscular build, as he hovered over her, she kissed him back sweetly. Her hands moving to his bare sides as she ran her hands up and down his warm skin.

Tyler devoured Mia’s mouth with a groan of appreciation, balancing himself on one hand as he shifted slightly, untying her robe and pushing it open. He pulled away from her lips, smirking as he pulled the robe off her arms and looked down at her. “Why you got on so many damn clothes,” he said chuckling as he tugged her shirt over her head.

Mia moaned as Tyler feverishly kissed her across her mouth, she looked to him as he pulled away untying her robe to reveal the outfit beneath it. Mia blushed “because I got cold” she told him honestly “and I wanted to finish cleaning before you got home,” she told him.

Tyler chuckled softly as he tossed her shirt aside and hooked his fingers around the waistband of her shorts. “Turn up the heat,” he told her softly as he tugged her shorts off her hips, her panties coming down with the shorts.

Mia looked to him knowingly “then I’d be too hot” she countered with a smirk on her lip as he rid her of her shirt and her shorts swiftly. “Maybe I just wanted to see you work for it,” she said seductively, it was out of her norm but her attitude had changed a bit with the man.

Tyler licked his lips slowly as he undressed Mia, his mouth watering as each inch of her was revealed. “Mmm,” he moaned softly as he pulled the bottoms from her feet and tossed them aside. “I like to work,” he told her before he pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs open and he got down on his knees before her. He licked his lips, slurping slightly. “Amen,” he said before he leaned in, placing one of her legs over his shoulder, the other pushed back against the bed with his palm as he lapped at her.

Mia batted her lashes at the man’s comment as he moved to lower himself before her. When Tyler placed one of her legs over his shoulder and pushed the other back Mia laid back against the bed. Feeling his warm tongue against her, made her body buzz and her pussy quiver as she grew wet from the simple action.

Tyler moaned at the simple taste of her and he flattened his tongue, lapping at her once more giving her two firm licks before his entire mouth engulfed her wet pussy, sucking savagely. He let out a grunt of appreciation before he released, licking his lips slowly. He smirked at her; his lips wrapped around her clit to suckle.

Mia moaned softly as she turned her head, instinctively her finger found its way to her mouth and she bit down on her acrylic nail eyes closed as she basked in the feel of him eating her out so expertly. “Mm” she left fall from her tongue as he sucked on her clit, her body rolling on its own accord at the feel.

Sucking her clit, Tyler rolled his tongue up and down her warm, delicious pussy before he released with a pop, his tongue wiggling into her core, thrusting in and out of her with ease as his hands slid up her body. He pulled the cups of her bra down, gently rolling her nipples between his fingers as his tongue worked her over.

Mia pulled her finger from her mouth and one of her hands reached between her, cupping Tyler’s head. “Mm” she moaned loudly as he continued to tease her. Mia moved her hand as he reached up to toy with her chocolate nipples and she rested her hand against his. The teasing of her nipples only adding to the overwhelming feeling she had “baby” she whimpered as her hips began to roll.

Tyler allowed Mia’s body to tell him what she wanted, and he groaned as she rolled and twitched slightly from his actions. Feeling her hands above his, he continued to toy with her sensitive nipples as his tongue slide from her core only to circle her clit once more, clicking back and forth against those nerves. He looked at her through his eyelashes, watching her face light up with pleasure.

Mia moaned loudly “fuck” she whined out to him softly as he continued to work her over. She moved her hand to the bed, gripping the sheets lightly as she arched her back off the bed. Her body rolled once more as she secretly pulled herself away from him as she moved towards the middle of the bed a little.

Growling out, Tyler released one of Mia’s nipples to grip her hip and he moved with her as she called herself pulling away. “Where you going?” he breathed in between licks to her sweet pussy. He slurped at her once more before he lifted his head, kissing up her body lovingly. “Too much?” he asked her as he reached her lips, fitting himself between her warm thighs, his boxer covered dick nestling perfectly between her wet folds.

Mia moaned again at his words and when he pulled away, she smirked “it felt too good” she told him sweetly as she opened her eyes and looked to the boy.

“But that’s a good thing, right?” Tyler said with a smirk as he rolled his hips into hers slowly, grinding against her as if they were teenagers. He swirled his hips, dipping slightly as he kissed her lips.

“Yeah” Mia said to the boy as she nodded her head as she kissed his lips, feeling him as she rolled his boxer covered dick into her heat repeatedly.

Tyler chuckled softly, kissing Mia’s lips once more before he asked her. “You want some dick?” giving her another roll before he lifted his hips, pushing his boxers down.

At his question her eyes darkened, and she looked to him tilting her head to the side. “Are you going to feed it to me?” Mia asked him in return.

Tyler groaned at Mia’s response and he smirked, kicking his boxers off before he stretched out slightly, reaching into the nightstand for a condom. He quickly ripped the foil and rolled the latex on before he captured Mia’s lips once more, slipping into her with ease.

Mia watched as he pulled his boxers down and reached into the nightstand for a condom before rolling it on. As he captured her lips, she arched her back feeling him slip inside of heat. A moan left the back of her throat as her hands moved to his side gripping onto him.

Tyler hissed as he filled her up and dropped his head to the crook of her neck. Dammit, if she still wasn’t tight as the first time. “Fuck,” he whimpered softly as he rolled his hips, groaning quietly against her skin.

Mia moved her hands to Tyler’s lower back, she held him there as he rolled his hips in and out of her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly in response to his curse, as he leaned over her. His face was nuzzled in the crook of her neck where he normally resided on the other hand, she’d turned her head slightly a “oh” leaving her lips as she wrapped one leg around his waist.

Tyler felt her leg wrap around him and he sucked on her neck, nibbling slightly as he rolled his body against hers. Slowly he lifted his head, looking down at her as he found his groove. He slid his hand down to her thigh, holding her leg against his waist as he picked up his pace slightly, gazing down into her eyes.

Mia shifted a little her head rolling from the feel “mm baby” she groaned as he sucked on her neck slightly. When he leaned up, his hand moving to her thick thighs she looked to him, her hips rolling into his.

Tyler groaned as Mia rolled her hips against his and he shifted slightly, gripping her other leg and wrapping it around his waist as he lifted her slowly, moving into his knees with her in his lap. He took her hands into his, thrusting upward against her as he captured her lips.

Mia moaned softly at him as he began to shift her, and Mia allowed him to lift her up into a new position. A loud moan left her lips as the new position only pushed him deeper into her depths “fuck” she whimpered as he grabbed her hands and she clutched his. Kissing him back she closed her eyes as she rolled her hips into his, bouncing ever so slightly in his lap before she rolled to a stop groaning against his lips.

Tyler pushed against Mia with a grunt, going a bit deeper than usual, hoping that she found pleasure in it. Hearing the whimper leave her lips, Tyler groaned himself, squeezing Mia’s hands gently as she stopped her movements. He released one of her hands to coil his arm around her and he held her close, thrusting against her slow and deep.

“Fuck baby” Mia said in another whimper as Tyler pumped into her heat, his dick never leaving her as his hips rocked. As he released her hands, she dropped hers to his shoulder “you are so deep” she moaned out to him as she bounced against his lap slightly.

Tyler groaned at Mia’s whimper and he held her tightly as he nodded his head. “Tell me if I go too deep,” he whispered into her ear before he began to nibble it once more as he rolled and thrusted, his pace speeding up slightly as he held her tight.

Mia was to wrapped into the way the man was pleasing her right now as she dropped her head back slightly. “Fuck” she growled out as he picked up his pace, Mia continued to rock into him. “Baby you feel so good” she whined out to him as she continued to clutch his shoulder tightly with her nails. “Fuck me daddy, please!” she whimpered, she didn’t know where that really came from, but it surely left her lips.

Tyler felt her head roll back and he released her ear to kiss and nip at her neck, that was now wide open for the taking. His hips never faulted as he gave her power thrusts. “Fuck, you feel amazing too baby,” he told her honestly before the words, fuck me daddy, please, left her lips. It was like steroids and they went straight to his head as his eyes grew darker and without hesitation he flipped her back on the bed and placed her legs over his shoulders, his fists digging into the bed as he pressed his weight against the back of her thighs, holding her steady his arms keeping her own arms locked against her body as he fucked her hard and deep.

Mia basked in the feeling of her being filled by his long hard dick before he repositioned them. She opened her eyes once more and looked up at him as she pinned her to the bed now having his way, doing as she asked. As he rammed into her, she squealed loudly, all her hands could do were claw at his thighs. Her legs were pinned to her chest and his heavy body was pressed on top of hers. She dropped her mouth open eyes rolling back as she laid there beneath him sure to die from his ministrations.

Tyler watched her face as he pounded into her, retracting his hips only to press them flush against her skin once more, over and over again. He pressed a kiss to the side of her knee as he worked her over, his knees and hands digging into the mattress for leverage as he used his core to bounce in and out of her.

Mia pulled her bottom lip into her mouth squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as Tyler slammed into her repeatedly. “Baby” she finally cried out “fuck” she said turning her head as she gripped the sheets beneath her once more. “Fuck right there” she whimpered.

Tyler lifted and dropped his hips effortlessly. “Right there?” he asked her, hitting her spot again and again as he ground his hips against hers. “You feel so fucking good,” he told her as he dropped his head, kissing along the side of her face as he fucked her into the mattress.

Mia moaned out again “baby” she cried out she was going to cum, she could feel it. With each thrust he gave her it made her body shake slightly, as he kept up his antics Mia body shook. “Fuck” she panted as her body began to cum beneath him squeezing her eyes shut as she came hard for him.

Tyler felt Mia’s body tense under him and he kept at it, thrusting into her hard and long. As she shook under him, he pressed more kisses to the side of her face, stroking her through her pleasure as she came for him. Her walls tightening around him, causing his own eyes to roll back and he hissed. “Fuck baby.”

Mia screamed out for Tyler as she rode out the overwhelming levels of electricity coursing through her body thanks to the man. Wave after wave, her body shook until it stopped, and Mia groaned softly burying her face into the mattress slightly. Her body was sensitive and couldn’t help but to react to every move he had now.

Tyler watched as the pleasure rolled over Mia in waves and he groaned out, licking his lips as he continued to thrust, stroking her hard still. “You okay baby?” he asked her lovingly, despite his thrusts. The two very contradictory. A groan left him at how wet Mia was now, making it even easier for him to bury himself inside of her and he dropped his head, resting his face against her full breasts as he began to pant softly. “Fuck baby girl.”

Mia moaned at his question “yes” she panted out to him as her back arched again, there was no way she was going to cum again so, quickly right? What was he doing to her? Mia began to whimper as her body came for him again this time, she screamed Tyler’s name not able to contain herself. She gripped his shoulder even know as he laid his head on her full breast “baby” she panted out, her nails scratching across his head of hair. “Ty” she pleaded as her hips rolled and bucked.

Tyler groaned as she came again. That is what did it. Her tight walls, clenching him even tighter, her pussy growing wetter for him. “Oh fuck,” Tyler groaned as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his hips working slightly erratically now as he came hard, busting his load into the condom, unaware that it had broken in all of their shifting and rough thrusts. “Fuck Mia,” he groaned as her hips bucked under him.

Mia let out a soft scream for each thrust he offered as her body had begun to maneuver on its own accord. As Tyler came above her, and she released the mattress beneath her as her chest rose and hell rapidly. She couldn’t move she was so overcome with ecstasy in the moment she just kind of stared up at the ceiling even as Tyler spoke to her.

Tyler stroked her through his own high before his hips rolled to a slow stop and he panted softly, lifting his head from her chest. He gazed down at her, his eyes sparkling from ecstasy. “You okay?” he asked her once more, as he allowed her legs to fall and he kissed her cheek gently, his nose nuzzling against her warm skin.

At Tyler’s words Mia continued to lay there silently, she finally blinked and looked to him. “Huh?” she asked him still trying to gather her breathing even as her legs now rested against the bed. She was so out of it; her body was still buzzing and her ears ringing from her own screaming.

Tyler chuckled softly and he lifted off of her slowly, pulling out of her carefully as he held the base of the condom only to realize it was broken. He bit his lip hard, looking to Mia before he climbed out the bed and moved for the bathroom. He pulled the condom off and examined it before he shook his head, dropping it into the toilet and flushing it before he cleaned himself up. He grabbed a fresh towel for Mia, wetting it with warm water before he walked back out and pressed it against Mia’s pussy. “Babe…” he began softly. “The condom broke…” he told her out-right.

As he raised up and pulled out of her Mia shifted in the bed, getting her baring again. She exhaled slowly Tyler had definitely done his thing today, she thought to herself as she leaned up only a little her head scarf falling off in the process and she grabbed it as he returned. Mia smirked at him as he held a warmth cloth against her, it felt delightful. At his words she looked to him, with an unreadable expression.

Tyler gazed back at Mia before he sighed and dropped his eyes disappointed in himself. “I’m sorry it was my fault,” he said knowingly, “but you know I got you Mia,” he said, letting her know that if she got pregnant, he would be there for her and their baby.

Mia looked away from Tyler at his words she chuckled at him sweetly “I’m not worried” she spoke up, Mia ran her hands through her slightly unraveled hair and let it fall around her. She stroked his face gently and said “we talked about this” to him “you said a boy and a girl” she confirmed. “Life happened… we will just go with it. I never filled my prescription you always use protection I didn’t think I needed to” she shrugged at him as she leaned over and kissed his lips fixing her bra in the process. “I love you” she breathed against his lips, looking into his brown eyes as she fixed the cups.

Tyler slowly looked up at Mia as she began to chuckle, and he nodded slowly as she spoke and stroked his face. She was right, he had said that. Now he didn’t exactly mean to start a family right away but, whatever happened, happened. He was ready either way. “I love you too,” Tyler told her kissing her lips before he pulled back just gazing at her. Her hair was cascaded around her as she sat in his bed, fixing herself up and he thought she looked absolutely stunning. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed out as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her as he buried his face in her stomach.

Mia looked to him as he replied back to her and she nodded, he had told her he didn’t have a timestamp on them starting a family. She wasn’t thinking it would happen this soon, if it did, but she was willing to go all the way for him. She wanted to, she loved him so much that she couldn’t imagine not doing so. She smiled at his compliment and looked down as he buried his face in her pudge “there’s other options, I can go get a plan B tomorrow… or” she stopped short. “Should I do that?” she asked him “would that make you feel more comfortable?”

Tyler lifted his face slowly and he bit his lip, his eyebrows pulling together slightly. Now that was a thought. “No…” he said shaking his head. “Let’s just see what happens… if it’s meant to be then it’s meant to be,” he told her gently before he said, “unless you want to,” he told her thoughtfully, taking her hand into his and giving it a squeeze.

At his words, Mia looked down at him as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it, she kissed the top of his head. She smirked as she thought to herself for a moment, she rested her chin against his head “I see… forever with you” she acknowledged “whatever that may mean and in whatever form it’s delivered,” she said poetically to him. “I think we can weather anything together…” she confessed, “I love you; it would be my honor to carry your child.”

Tyler smiled lovingly at Mia, kissing her stomach softly. “I see forever with you too,” he said sweetly. “I love you too baby,” he breathed out. “You’re the only woman I ever want to birth my seed,” he told her honestly.

Mia leaned up and she smiled at him lovingly, she was kind of excited on the inside thinking of her and her best friend being pregnant at the same time. What a crazy way to start the New Year. She cupped his face in her hands, hugging him close to her chest as she grinned widely.

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Heatwave

"It's so hot!" Chloe whined, slumping against the arm of the couch. She kicked her legs out across the floor and pulled her little battery-operated fan closed to her face, moving it around so it blew around all angles. Instead of her usual jacket and jeans, she wore a tank top and shorts in an attempt to try and air her body out.

"Thank you, I hadn't realized," Calvin sighed, killing a zombie in the game he played. His concession to the heat was holding it down so it wasn't in his face, allowing the three large fans in front of the TV that turned in irritating asynchronicty to effect him. There was a desire to stop them and let them gradually turn on until the motion was even and uniform, but he knew his friends would complain if he tried to. His sweater lay messily folded on the opposite arm. "You put the whole day into perspective for me.

All Skater could do to respond to Calvin's garden-variety dickery was to nudge him with her foot. There wasn't enough care to expend on more effort-intensive reinforcement. She lay on the couch, a couple pillows beneath her head and her legs across Calvin's lap. Her shoes lay lazily atop Calvin's messily folded sweater, and she fanned herself by hand. She reasoned that if she just waved her arms all day it was still exercise, and that she wouldn't have to go for her daily run if she did so. Her hair's usual hairstyle was abandoned, the entire mess of green done up in one lazy, tight ponytail to keep her head cooler.

"Maybe if there were a man around the house who could be strong and put in the air conditioners we'd be okay," she added sourly, switching hands to fan herself so neither would get tired.

Without looking up from the game or missing a beat, Calvin rang out with a grumpy, "Thanks for offering, Skater. The AC is in the closet."

Letting out a weary grown, the green haired YouTuber stuck her tongue out and kept fanning herself. Then, she pulled her foot back and kicked him in the shin with a decent amount of force, using the ball of her bare foot for extra pain. "I take that as permission to call you Calvina from now on. That okay?"

"Well if I say no you'll simply brutalize me, so what choice do I have?"

Chloe looked with concern at her bickering friends. She couldn't always tell when they were joking around or not, and wondered if it was the heat making them angry. "Calvin, do you have any ice cream? Maybe that would make us all feel a lot better."

"None, sorry. We finished it off when the heat wave hit yesterday." Through the heat and the talking and even how Skater seemed incapable of staying still, he was still able to play at a brisk pace. With the tendency of them to spend days alternating between the three houses, he got lots of practice.

"What if we went to get a big tub of it, then? My treat!" She turned off the fan and put it on the table, then stood up. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"That would be really cool of you," Skater said, alternating hands again. "Have fun."

"So generous of you," Calvin said, looking up at her to smile warmly, then right back down to the game.

"O-oh," Chloe said, looking down at her feet. She'd hoped her friends would have come with her to get it, but it was only a trip to the store anyway. She didn't want to be rude and assume anything, after all. "I'll be right back!" she said, running off out of the basement to get the ice cream for them. The original intention to cool tensions between them and maybe have them stop going at each others' throats was forgotten immediately, and she left them alone to continue their warfare unimpeded.

The moment the basement door closed, Skater sighed and pressed a foot against Calvin's inner thigh. "Are we bad friends for sending her off alone like that?"

"Most certainly," he replied. "We really need to stop taking advantage of her in little ways like that."

"Yeah, I guess so." She frowned, rubbing the foot against his jeans and wiggling it inward. "But hey, now we're all alone," she sang. "And you know what that means, right?"

"That we aren't having sex because she'll be coming back in about two minutes." He sighed and put his book down, wriggling uncomfortably as she rubbed her bare foot against the front of his jeans. "Because it's a bad idea."

"But I'm so hot right now," she whined, doing it some more, letting the other hand rub against his other thigh. She gave him the best puppy dog eyes she could to go along with it all.

Calvin sighed, fixing his hair and staring at the fans. "There are better ways to cool off. Go take a cold shower."

"Feels more like you're the one in need of a cold shower," she teased, giggling. "Come on, just one. We'll hear her coming a mile away anyway." Her foot ground into his crotch a little harder, and she started getting more physical with him.

"So you want to have a quickie while Chloe's gone, not caring that if she comes back and sees us we have to explain why we're having sex, that we're dating and haven't told her yet, and that we let her go off to get us ice cream by herself simply so we could get off?"

"Say it one more time and I might believe you care," she said with a roll of her eyes. She fiddled with the button on her jeans, then got the zipper off and slid them down a little to reveal the plain underwear beneath. "Now get those girl pants open so I can give you a footjob."

Grumbling all the while, Calvin followed suit on getting his pants off. Before he could start on his underwear her feet were already at his bulge, making him curse and blush. Apparently heat really did a number on her libido, because he hadn't seen her so adamant about it in a long time, in the middle of the day no less. He had to push her feet away to get his underwear down around his ankles, and the second he had them to his knees her feet were back, now cradling his hard shaft directly. "Do you have even the slightest idea what you're doing?"

"Of course I do," she sighed, adjusting the pillows beneath her so that she could sit upright and they protected her lower back from the blocky wood beneath the worn-down fabric of the couch. The tacky, battered couch was a relic they held onto only because it had been there forever. The downside was that it had been there forever, and in its ubiquity become an uncomfortable place to spend their time. That didn't stop them from being on it two or three days a week. "Come closer," she said, finding the best position for her and noting he was a little further away than she would have liked.

Calvin scooted over, finding that her feet travelled with him, still moving as he went. It was a precision and devotion that he found intimidating, though that was Skater most of the time. The concept of a footjob didn't even fully register to him; her hands seemed a much better fit, but he didn't feel like arguing with her. She'd just give him some tired old speech about how he's too regular and needs to start broadening his horizons more in the bedroom. One day, he worried she'd try to give him that argument for something that pushed him well out of his comfort zone, and that it would probably involve some apparatus mounted to her groin and pointed right at his ass.

"Okay fine, how do you know what you're doing?" he muttered, fixing his hair again and looking down into his lap with uncertainty. It certainly felt nice, albeit a bit clumsy, but it left him rather clueless as to what to do with his hands. He decided on a calf massage, grasping the firm legs and rubbing them as they worked diligently. One rested up top, rubbing his sole in an up-and-down motion pinned against the other foot, whose big toe experimented with tugging gently at his balls as it moved.

The question made Skater roll her eyes, because she knew that he knew exactly how. "Some kid in the alley behind the Kantonese place down the street," she sighed, reaching between her parted legs with one hand to start rubbing herself through her underwear. "Just because I give you shit for watching porn doesn't mean I don't do it too."

In any other context, Calvin would have called her a hypocrite and they'd have descended into a sarcastic argument where the goal was to be the last one to come up with a clever retort. He couldn't muster one up in his position, and even if he could he didn't want to ruin sex with it. There was a time to get her worked up in the bedroom, but it wasn't when Chloe was due home any minute. It was supposed to be a quickie, so he just lay back and enjoyed the feeling of her strong feet against his cock. It was rather nice, and he was rapidly seeing the appeal of the act.

Skater started to experiment with her treatment a little. She rubbed her toe against his head, tried using one foot exclusively on his balls, running them up and down in alternating directions on either side. For all her confidence and 'I've seen porn' explanations for everything she tried with Calvin, she really was going in mostly blind and tried to find out what could make him tick. At times it was frustrating, with him being so reticent and closed off. He tried to keep aloof, and it drove her mad in times where she wanted a reaction more than ever.

In some strange way, it was encouragement. Whenever she could make him react beyond a mere shrug, blush, or that way he nervously adjusted his hair when they weren't out of place at all, it was deeply rewarding. A challenge, almost, to conquer his withdrawn reflexes and make him react like a normal human being who had a hot girl trying to get him off.

Her eyes remained eagerly on her boyfriend as he massaged her feet and tried to generally look as unaffected as possible. She saw through it, but there was no fun in just being able to tell when he was lying. She wanted him to not lie, to admit it felt damn good. She kicked it up a notch, her fingers working herself over harder, now beneath the band of her underwear and pumping inside of her.

Calvin's massage drew deeper inward, working his way up her bent legs to her knees, and then slowly down her thighs. He wished her legs weren't in the way, wished he could lean over and kiss her comfortably, because as her eyes started to go halfway-closed and her lips curled into an 'o' shape, she looked so damn kissable. The eyes were directed at him, as usual, and he counted his lucky stars to have gotten into a relationship with Skater, someone he always thought was just out of his league. He adjusted his hair again, using the excuse to get his hand further down her thigh. He knew he didn't need one, but it was the thought that counted. "Think you could hurry this up?" he purred, squeezing the firm muscle of her leg. "Chloe's not going to be much longer."

She groaned and wrenched the fingers into herself deeper. "If you're going to be such a dick, does that mean my heel connecting with your face qualifies as part of the footjob?" Her voice was a little shaky, especially as his own fingers slipped up the hem of her jeans and started to rub her unexposed skin. Her lower lip retreated between her teeth and she locked eyes hard with her boyfriend. Overpowering the shakiness to sound authoritative, she spoke very clearly and loudly. "Get them off of me. Now."

It took some careful moving to pitch forward so that he didn't disturb the footjob, which his lower body had decided was wonderful and began reacting to, to his chagrin. As his hips rocked, he seized her jeans and underwear all at once, tugging them up to her knees and then, once she lifted her feet up, sending them off. They landed perfectly atop the pile of clothes they'd taken off, but he wasn't paying attention to that. When her feet returned to his penis her legs were spread more, revealing her neatly shaven groin. His fingers were inside of her in seconds.

Skater arched backed, grabbing the head of the couch and clutching on it for support. She loved his fingers so much more, not just because they weren't hers, but because his long, spidery, dextrous digits went in deeper and seemed to know her folds even better than she did. In seconds he had her writhing, hips rocking against his knuckles as she attempted to keep her footjob steady. She was able to, thanks to being in shape and coordinated, unlike her childhood friend, but didn't know if she could do it for very long.

Using both hands, the blue-haired YouTuber worked his girlfriend over as well as he could. He knew her entire pubic area was sensitive, and paid loving attention to her inner thighs, the creases between thigh and pelvis, her clit, her labia, and even reaching up to her navel. He was proud of himself, watching her already start to lose it well before he started showing the signs of-

"Faster, Skater," he shuddered, then cursed at the fact he'd finally given in. Watching her lips curl into a wide smirk was one of the most attractive things he'd ever seen, so he didn't even bother keeping the act up once the magic was gone. His hips worked faster, thrusting up against her shifting feet and pressing his fingers up to the roof of her pussy, feeling out her g-spot.

Being with Skater was intimidating, like nothing else. She was so active and aggressive, and had an endless libido that she wasn't shy about at all. Calvin tried to keep up, and generally could match her stamina by some divine intervention, but it was always an 'if'. He didn't want to let her down, and worried her athleticism would get the better of him one day. A repeat of their first time, when he came before she did and had to finish her off with his mouth, regardless of what he'd left down there.

Looking off to the side, the green haired YouTuber spotted Chloe's fan lying on the table, switched to off. It was cylindrical, decently proportioned, and would probably vibrate decently if turned on. It was cheap, so it probably wouldn't do much, but the sick thought crossing her mind was rooted in deviousness more than immediate gratification. "Banana cream pie," she cooed, pressing the feet together and moaning out as loud as she could. "The fan. In me. Please?"

"You're just trying to see how far you can push me, aren't you?" he groaned, pulling his fingers out of her.

All Skater could do was nod and bite her lip in her best bid to look seductive, not that she felt she needed the extra effort. He'd always break for her. She leaned over to the table only a little bit, waving her outstretched hand out to find the toy, and then handing it off to her boyfriend.

Calvin grumbled as he turned it on, the low mechanical hum only audible over the whirring of the large rotating fans by the TV because of its proximity. He gripped it so that the whirring blades were pointed up and out, just above his thumb, and the base was as exposed as possible. It wasn't vibrating very much, but he wasn't about to argue, and slipped the fan into her primed, slick hole.

Closing her eyes, Skater tried to feel out the pleasure. It wasn't very much by itself, not being too big or too strong, but its texture was unconventional and felt odd against her interior, which she liked. The vibration wasn't too noteworthy either, not even matching the 'gentle' setting of her toys, but the act was rooted far more in the fact she was ruining Chloe's fan for no good reason. It rooted the situation firmly into 'danger of being caught' territory, as they were now both being loud enough to maybe not hear Chloe rushing in the front door. In fact, between getting dressed, hiding the fan, and then spraying liberal amounts of air freshener to cover up the smell, they wouldn't have enough time even if they did so. It was a sickly fascinating sensation, and one that got her off far more than the dollar store pseudo sex toy was.

Not that it wasn't helping. Calvin was fucking her with the fan rather frantically, his arm locked in a race her legs, his hips, and her hips. Both of them wanted to cum desperately, wanted to finish as soon as possible not just because of the time limit, but also because they were so turned on right now, pushed to limits where release looked so sweet. It would give them reprieve from the heat, just for a moment, as their senses soared off out of the basement and out of reality.

Calvin came first, as expected, by sole virtue of having been under pressure for longer. He moaned, his head arching back as he called out his girlfriend's name. Her toe was rubbed against his tip, and got a pleasant surprise as he came hard. Some of it splashed up, but most poured straight down, his semen all over her feet as she rested them in his lap, leaving the pleased boy to enjoy the company.

She came shortly after, which was more of a surprise because she ought to have gone longer than that. Her orgasm was much more of a production, her hand clenching down hard on Calvin's wrist and pushing the toy all the way down, until he had only his forefinger and thumb wrapped around it to keep the propeller away from hurting her, the rest of the fan deep inside of her. She moaned and howled, tossed her head around a little, and when at finally it all came to a head her hips jerked forward and a small spray of clear fluid spurted out. Much of it hit the propeller, sending a misted spray of quim all over Calvin's arm. She kept rocking though, holding his arm in place as she rode out her orgasm to its conclusion.

Just as they finished, slumping back into the seat, both of their phones chimed at the same time. They lazily fumbled around to get theirs, Skater getting to it first. A message from Chloe read, "the store is out of ice cream :( but its oaky because the supremrket has like 5 liter things of it hope you guys like mint chocochip im getting it if they hav it :3".

Skater purred and leaned up against her boyfriend, finally getting that kiss out of him that she should have gotten a while earlier. "Looks like Chloe's going to be a lot longer than we thought." Her hands were on his chest as she finally pulled her feet out of his lap and rubbed them surreptitiously on his carpet to get the cum off. It would be his problem later.

"Fine, but I'll keep an eye on the clock. I know how long she usually takes" It didn't take any thought at all to know what Skater was getting at, but Calvin could find no reason in his mind to complain. His fingers entwined with her and he sighed, "You don't stop, do you?"

"Would you ever want me to?" she asked, throwing her arms around his shoulders and climbing into his lap for another kiss. Her mouth was already watering, and Calvin found her to be quite enthusiastic about it now, more so than she would have been before they both got off. She was already good to go again, and Calvin remembered why a quickie wouldn't have worked. Her first orgasm of the day was just an appetizer. Quite literally, considering it was often found with his head between her legs. The text from Chloe was probably only justification for what she'd do anyway.

"Would you ever want me to stop being clever?" he retorted with, running a hand down her back as he pressed into her lips. She was intoxicating, every last part of her was something that drove all five senses crazy. It always surprised him, that she fell for, in her words, a "chicken-legged nerd who doesn't know when to shut up".

Rolling her eyes, Skater pulled away from the kiss to shake her head. "Bad example, Calvina. I usually want you to quit talking and pretending you're clever." She lifted herself up a little, seizing his still-hard penis and aiming it toward her dripping slit. "But lucky for me, I know how to make you shut up and get off your high horse." She sank back down into his lap, this time taking his entire shaft into her. A low moan rang out against her neck as his lips found the soft, lightly tanned skin on it and began to suck. Hers was breathless and played out into his ear, accompanied by a tightening fistful of shirt that ended with clenched, white knuckles against his back.

All the toys in the world were nothing compared to Calvin. It wasn't that he was amazingly endowed, though he was certainly impressive enough, but because it was Calvin. The care of every touch, the warmth so tight against her, the way every sound he made became so totally sincere the moment he was inside of her. There were no games when they joined like that, no layers upon layers of sarcasm that got so circuitous they probably should have been abandoned. They could joke, but nobody pretended that what they were doing wasn't anything short of dreams come true. He was open to her at last.

A hand brushed against the back of her neck, moving as if expecting there to be hair that wasn't, her ponytail higher up and tighter. The fingers ran against her back, an odd gentleness to it that continued as they sank down, paying loving attention to each part of her spine. It was all so gentle, which ran in stark contrast to how eagerly she bounced in his lap. Her hands clutched the couch and his arm hard, driving home that this was not the time for 'gentle'. This was supposed to be quick, dirty, and get them off before Chloe came home.

"I don't want you to light fucking candles," she moaned, the motion in her hips becoming less 'up and down' and more circular. "Just get on with the fucking so we can get this tidied up before Chloe shows up. You were the one complaining about that."

Calvin didn't react, but did oblige. How she pinned him down to the couch left little room for him to move more than an inch, but he made the most out of that inch, thrusting up into his girlfriend's soaked snatch with all his might. It wasn't much might, but it seemed to make her happy. His kisses trailed up her neck, along her jawline swiftly, and then her head leaned down and they kissed again, fiercely. She'd rubbed off on him, not just in a physical sense, and he'd started seeing the first orgasm as one to be followed up by a second in short order. Usually a third after that, and maybe a fourth before they ordered pizza and took a break. He thanked Notch for his lack of a significant refractory period, and the fact Skater's gorgeous thighs clung to his hips so tightly.

"Still not doing enough," she teased, wiggling her ass for what turned out to be nobody in particular because she was facing him. She only realized that after, but it didn't matter because his hand found it soon after, delivering a loud smack to it that made her yelp in surprise and press down harder into his lap on her next push down. Then, the hand gripped it tightly and started to knead the firm, round flesh. Skater took pride in her ass and its shape, finding it more than made up for her lesser endowment in other places. Guys seemed to appreciate it just as much. Especially Calvin.

He told himself he'd keep an eye on the clock. It was a measure abandoned as he forgot all about time, too drunk on lust as his girlfriend rode his lap with everything she had. She had lots of everything, he noted, and was glad she was so eager to take charge over him. Her energy was limitless, and it took a lot for her to tire herself out and end the night collapsed atop him, breathing with the same labour a run to the store would often leave him with. It left him free to sit back, put a little push into it, grope her amazing her to his hearts' content, and then take all the credit when she curled up atop him and told him how much she loved him and that he 'wasn't bad for a nerd'.

Except Skater was getting curious and evil. She wondered just how far she could push him, and again barked at him, demanding he do more. "If I was a video game level maybe you'd be doing me with some effort." She was rewarded with another smack to the ass for that one. "Where's that fan? I think its batteries are fresher than yours."

That last remark ignited Calvin with something she didn't expect. He growled, interrupting his adoring kisses of her neck to bite down on the soft flesh. Hard. She shouted out in surprise and pain as he did so, and with her defences down Calvin shoved her off. She fell back onto the couch, leg still tangled up in him, and looked at him with surprise. Before she could ask what he was doing there was a finger shoved into her mouth, tasting heavily of her own pussy and pumping forcefully into her. She had no choice but to suck it.

"Good, now keep quiet," he said, an odd edge to his voice. It wasn't the one she was used to; faintly annoyed, tinged with insufferable genius that the world didn't understand. There was genuine aggression in it, and that got her excited. She'd never elicited such a reaction from him before.

He was atop in an instant, slamming his cock into her with one heavy motion that made her entire body rock and ache. She let out another yell, opening her lips around the fingers, only to find two more shoved into her mouth. His lips found her neck again but this time there was more anger, the kisses possessive and occasionally topped off with another fierce bite. His thrusts were furious as well, each one shaking her to the core as his hips slammed to hers.

She'd managed to get him riled up, and she had to admit as he fingerfucked her mouth, she rather liked it. It was intense, completely unexpected, and being able to lie there and get fucked was actually pretty nice. She could see why Calvin took to it so well, beyond simply being a snarky observer of things. It was a wonderful change of pace, and left her free to wriggle beneath him and simply touch him. At least it would have been, had his hands not found her wrists and pinned them down to the couch before she could really get a good feel for him.

Her body was on fire, chest pushed up against his, and the second she licked his fingers clean and they withdrew she was screaming out madly, begging him for more. In a quintessentially Calvin thing to do, she even threw out a snide remark, egging him on to fuck her harder. That was something she felt he'd do. It certainly worked the other way around, and her fingers were soon digging into her palms as she writhed with what little room he left her.

Calvin really had no idea how he was doing it, but his heart was racing, his head was buzzing, and his cock was aching as he plowed int his tight girlfriend. She was so wet, so eager, and actively clenching down around his cock in desperation. He was in control, and could see the appeal of rendering someone a mess beneath them, capable of articulating only between moans. It was probably the heat that made him poised to be pushed over the edge, but he didn't give a fuck about analyzing his circumstances. Philosophizing during sex was tossed vigorously out the window and his sole intent was to pump Skater full of cum and hear her scream. Well, scream more than his slams and bites were already making her.

When they came, there wasn't a delay. They came simultaneously, and hard. Both were loud, and their ears were soon ringing in pain but that did nothing to stop them. Her pussy tightened and started desperately squeezing his cock, and he obliged, filling her burning, needy hole up with all the cum he had left. Her hand tore free and scratched up his back just for the fun of it, and he responded by biting into her arm. Then, there was silence. Stillness. They both found the ends of their orgasms and lay suspended for a moment before Calvin fell limp atop his girlfriend and their lips met in a lazy facsimile of a kiss.

They remained there as long as they could, until Calvin spotted the clock again and realized how dangerously close they were cutting it. Both mustered up what little energy they had to get dressed. Then, they got into the bathroom and splashed cold water on any sticky areas, which provided nice relief from the heat as well. Two cans of air freshener came next, hitting both the room and couch to get them free of the twin smells of sweat and vag that loomed over the room.

Chloe came in just as Skater finished hiding the fan deep in a half-full garbage bag. As she came in, Calvin sat where he was, still playing his game, and Skater emerged from the bathroom with washed hands, as though she'd just gone to use the facilities.

"I got ice cream!" Chloe chirped, placing a massive container of it right onto the table. "I hope you guys are hungry, because we've got to get through five whole litres of it before it melts."

"Don't worry," Skater said, giving a wry smile to Calvin. "I think Calvina and I have quite the appetite. Thanks, Chloe."

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bedbellyandbeyond · 6 years

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Dari’s Day

Long Post, artwork at end!

Fay watched quietly as his boyfriend slept. It was 10am on a Saturday and Fay had just gotten back from his morning run. Dari was still asleep as per usual but Fay was now constantly aware of Dari's depressive routine (essentially no routine at all). It was time to really kick into progress with him if he wanted to please his boss.

Don't get him wrong, Fay had meant it when he'd threatened the director. There was no way in hell he'd let anyone take away their child, but it was very true that Dari needed to get better and quick.

"Rise and shine, sleepy baby," Fay said opening the bedroom curtains just a crack to bring in the morning. The immediate reaction was a great moan of disdain from the sleeping being, followed by the writhing of blankets until any sign of a man disappeared underneath the sheets. Fay expected this and just went to sit beside him, rubbing his back gently.

"It's time to get up," he whispered softly. "I want to try something."

"…What time is it…"

"10:03am."

Another groan emanated from the blankets.

"Come on. It's Saturday. Saturday is game day."

"Since when?"

"Since today. The game is called…Little Things."

Dari let out an exasperated sigh. "Fay, I'm too tired…"

"You've slept for…eleven hours," Fay said checking his watch. "And no one's too tired for Little Things."

"…"

"Come on, Dari. The first little thing is so easy. All you have to do is look at me," Fay said.

"…Look at you?"

"Yes, it's part of the game."

"Why?"

"It's just part of the game. Come on, just look at me!" Fay half begged.

After a few moments, Dari's face appeared from under the sheets and he looked up at Fay.

Fay smiled at him. He knew just a look was enough.

Dari sighed. "Why do you have to be so pretty?"

"Genetics, babe." Fay leaned down and kissed his forehead. "The second little thing is…you get out of bed."

Dari sat up but pouted. "I'm not feeling well…"

"I know," Fay said. "But all you have to do is get out of bed and I know you can do that."

"I can't."

"You absolutely can. I've seen you do it before."

"I felt better before."

"And you're going to feel better now once you get up and start moving around."

"The bed is warm."

"I know. I bought a good bed. Now out."

"Fay…"

"Dari."

Dari frowned vulnerably up at his boyfriend. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because," Fay said, placing a hand on Dari's cheek. "I love you. And I love the baby growing inside you. And I want that baby to have parents. But right now, you're not acting like a parent. You're acting like a child."

"Fay…" Dari began to tear up. "But…I…You know what I've been through…"

"I do. But if you're going to get better, you need to start doing the little things that'll get you to the bigger things that get you to having our healthy little baby smiling at you and loving you because you got up out of bed in the morning to be with them."

Dari sniffled and tried wiping his eyes but the tears just kept coming. Fay pulled him into a hug as he blubbered. "I w-want… I want to get up in the morning…"

"I know you do. Here we go," Fay said, tucking his arms under Dari's so he could lift him up as he stood. The blankets fell away and the skinny boy's feet slid to the floor to help him stand. "Look at you. You got out of bed."

Dari finally managed to control his tears and he blushed a little. "I did…"

"Was that so hard?"

"…No."

"The next little thing is you brush your teeth," Fay said. "Do I have to drag you through that too or can you brush on your own?"

"I can brush my teeth," Dari mumbled, starting to shuffle to the bathroom. "Need to pee first."

"By all means, pee away!" Fay said grandiosely. "Let it be free! You are the pioneer of your new day!"

Dari allowed him a small chuckle before closing the door to relieve himself.

Fay sighed, trying not to think of how much work it had been just to get him out of bed. He pulled out his phone to start checking off Dari's list of little things. That may have been long but at least the ball was rolling. The rest of the list should be gone in a flash with the right momentum.

Once Dari was done peeing and brushing, Fay let himself in. Dari was just spitting out his toothpaste.

"Did you floss?"

"Yes."

"Mouthwash?"

"I don't like mouthwash."

"Use the mouthwash. You have prehistoric breath."

Dari groaned but did as told, swishing and gargling mouthwash before finishing up.

"Okay, now you have two options," Fay said. "Shower first or make your bed first."

Dari frowned. "…You always make the bed."

"Yes I do. And it is killing me trying to hold back. But these are little things you need to get into the habit of doing."

"Fine, I'll make the bed first…"

"Good choice."

"Only if you'll shower with me."

"Think about that request."

Dari sighed. "Then take a bath with me."

"Hmm. No. Baths take too long. You'll shower alone," Fay said. "To the bed."

Dari did as told, hobbling out to the bedroom and making up the bed. Next came the shower. He went back to the bathroom, pulling off his shirt. Fay beamed as he got an eyeful of the little belly developing on his lover. He couldn't help it and went over to give the bump a kiss and a rub to Dari's disdain.

"Fay, stop…" Dari pouted. "Your hands are cold."

"I can't help it," Fay said, standing straight again and giving Dari a kiss on the nose. "You're belly's just so cute."

"You know I'm not comfortable talking about it," Dari said, pulling away from Fay and placing a hand on his stomach.

Fay sighed and raised his hands. "I know. But you know I'm not trying to hurt you."

"I know…" Dari finished taking off his clothes and stepped into the shower. Fay had a brief moment to take in his lover's constellation of scars before the curtain was drawn in front of him. This was typical, Dari did his best to hide those from anyone, even Fay. He'd grown accustomed to showing his 'X' scar on his stomach as it was impossible to hide when he was being examined back on Earth, but it didn't bother him as much as the other, smaller marks. He'd suffered countless abrasions during his captivity, mostly around his inner thighs and lower back. Fay could only assume they were from the variety of partners and breeding methods he'd endured, but Dari refused to talk about them and avoided exposing them. Even when he was inclined to make love, it was often in the dark or under sheets. Sometimes, if Fay tried hard enough, he could get Dari to forget to hide them, like when they bathed together, but if he caught Fay looking, it had the potential to cause an anxiety attack.

As he waited for Dari, Fay tidied up the bed. Dari hadn't done a very good job of it but at least he did make an attempt so Fay didn't mind straightening it up for him. It only took Fay a couple seconds to get it straight so of course the shower wasn't over. Fay just sat there for a while and began to ponder the relationship they had together.

The biggest thing for Fay was that it was the first time he'd ever attempted monogamy. It was almost unheard of for his species to prioritise one person when it came to mating, especially now that their numbers were dwindling. Fay had been sexually active since he was thirteen and couldn't count all his partners on two hands. He'd sired five children already and bore three. But unlike humans, he hadn't had to care for his children directly. They were cared for by his community. He didn't have to worry about them or their other parent again if he didn't feel like it.

But with Dari, it felt like a whole different thing. He was absolutely obsessed with the young man. Nothing and no one had ever engaged his will to protect like Dari and his big sincere eye. It was almost as if Dari was the one with the ability to capture men's hearts because Fay was positively love struck. He wanted Dari all to himself and so far no one else.

Throughout the rest of the day, Fay managed to motivate Dari through a variety of small tasks, including helping him make meals and doing laundry. By the end of the day, Dari's mood was greatly lifted, and he even started cracking jokes and reminiscing.

"Hey, one time," Dari said as they were watching animal compilations on the TV. "My old cat did something like that. Once I dropped her, by accident I swear, but I dropped her and she didn't have enough space to land on her feet, because I was short, so she fell on her side but she just jumped back up and acting like nothing happened. It was like she was too ashamed to admit she'd ruined the reputations of all…cats… What?"

Fay had suddenly become really quite and was just staring wide eyed at Dari. He shook his head quickly. "You've never talked about your childhood with me before."

Dari blinked and then frowned, getting up out of Fay's lap.

Fay grabbed his arm gently. "No, please Dari! I want to know more about your cat!"

"I don't want to talk about her anymore."

"Come on, I'm sorry," Fay said. "You don't have to talk about the cat or anything like that. I just want to snuggle with you."

Dari sighed and sat back down, letting Fay wrap his arms around him and pull him to his chest.

Fay dropped his chin on Dari's shoulder. "That shower made you smell so good."

"You always smell good…"

"Can I get that smile back?" Fay asked. "It was so pretty."

Dari couldn't help but smirk a little. Fay beamed and kissed his cheek.

"Shall we play another game?" Fay asked sliding his hands onto Dari's stomach.

"What kind of game?" Dari asked.

"Family Game." Fay said, lifting Dari up as he got off the couch and crouched beside him. "It's called… 'What's the baby saying?'"

"Oh?" Dari sat up a bit. "How's it work?"

"You ask me… What's the baby saying, and I tell you."

Dari tilted his head. "…You can hear the baby?"

Fay shrugged. "…Sure. Why not."

"Right…"

Fay nuzzled the side of Dari's belly. "Are we going to play?"

Dari shrugged. "I guess."

Fay grinned and placed his ear to Dari's bump. "Now you have to ask."

"What is the baby saying, Fay?" Dari asked, pushing a hand into his lover's hair.

"The baby says… 'It's so warm and cozy in here. I like it.'"

"What else is the baby saying?"

"The baby is saying '…I can hear so many strange sounds. Sometimes I hear voices. I hope that's my Papa's voice right now. His voice is so pretty'."

"Well, Papa's voice is very pretty…" Dari said. "Prettiest I've ever heard. But what is the baby saying about Daddy's voice?"

"The baby says… 'Daddy's voice is my favourite though… It makes me feel so safe and loved…'"

Dari's smile grew. "What is the baby saying about meeting Daddy and Papa?"

"Hmm…" Fay readjusted his head on Dari's belly. "The baby says… 'I want to meet them so badly. I know it won't be long, but I still have to grow a lot more so I can be strong and healthy when I meet them. First impressions are so important. I think I'll be so excited, I'll scream so they know my lungs are really healthy too. They'll be so impressed!'"

Dari couldn't help but laugh at that one, his little belly bouncing under Fay's head. "Okay, I think that's enough…"

Fay raised a hand. "Hold on, the baby has one more thing to say…"

"Okay. What is the baby saying?"

"The baby says…" Fay looked into Dari's bright green eyes. " 'I love you, Daddy. So so much.'"

Dari bit his lip, his face twitching as he tried to suppress tears.

Fay sat up and pulled Dari into and hug. "Aw, hon… I'm sorry…"

"N-No… It's okay…" Dari sniffled. "I love… I love the baby too… And I love you… So much…"

Fay gave him a safe squeeze and kissed his head. "I love you, too. It's gonna be okay."

Fay: While he sometimes needs reminding that he’ll actually be responsible for this child this time, Dari’s been nothing but loving and protective, although very stubborn...

Dari: I want to be the best parent I can... I want to make up for all the times I wasn’t able to be there for my children and I know I can trust Fay to help me do that.

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firemedicdiaz · 6 years

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You Make it Feel Like Christmas

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Montgomery Scott X Female Reader. Prompt: Tartan blankets, hot chocolate, and a surprise gift. Word Count: 2008. Rating: All ages. Genre: fluff. Summary: Scotty’s the kind of guy who can’t wait to see you open your present, and it might just be the best one you’ve ever gotten. Author’s Note: Written for the absolutely amazing @youre-on-a-starship for my 2017 Star Trek Holiday Fic Exchange! I hope you like it, darlin’!

“No!” You shriek, flouncing awkwardly through the knee-deep snow, feeling clumps of it fall into the tops of your boots and start to melt against your skin. “Stop! Mercy!”

Another snowball hits you square between the shoulders and you laugh, stooping to pick up a handful of the fluffy stuff. Squeezing it into a firm ball of your own, you turn around and huck the projectile at your target, grinning as it nails him right in the middle of the sternum. Turning to run off again before he can give chase, your foot catches a tree root beneath the snow and you yelp as you pitch toward the ground, landing in a snowbank and sending a spray of frosty flakes into the air around you.

“Are ye alrigh’, lassie?” Scotty asks as he runs up next to you and drops to his knees at your side.

You giggle and reach up to wipe some snow off of your face as you roll over onto your back. You stare up at him as snowflakes drift lazily down from the clouds overhead in the warm evening light from the nearby street lamps, giving you the feeling of being in a snow globe.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, feeling your face heat a little from the exertion.

“Jim would kill me if I broke his favorite ambassador,” Scotty says with a grimace.

You roll your eyes and shake your head, holding out a hand.

“I’m not made of glass,” you tease. “Now help me up; the snow’s soaking through my clothes!”

Scotty reaches out to take your hand, scrambling to his feet before helping you up. As you stand, he lets go of your hand and briskly brushes away the bits of snow clinging to your clothes, tickling you a little in the process.

“Stop it!” You squeak. “It’s fine!”

“It’s too late,” Scotty says grimly. “Yer soaked. We should get ye inside before ye catch cold. Dr. McCoy would have my head if I brought you back to the ship like tha’. I can just hear ‘im now. If tha’ virus gets intae the central air circulation we’ll have an epidemic on our hands. What were ye thinkin’, Mr. Scott?”

You can’t hold back peals of laughter at Scotty’s awful impression of Dr. McCoy. Reaching out, you take his hand and give it a tug, leading him toward the cottage, watching the smoke billow from the old, cobbled chimney. It takes the two of you less than a minute to reach the front door and Scotty ushers you inside, locking up behind himself and stepping closer to you.

“Let’s get ye out of these wet clothes,” he suggests, reaching for your toque.

You allow him to pull it off as you untie your scarf, draping it over a nearby hook on the wall. Scotty unbuttons your coat for you and helps you slip it off as you kick off your boots. Before long, you’re standing there in your soggy base layer, shivering now that the cold is catching up with you.

“Go on and change intae something dry,” Scotty instructs you. “I’ll stoke the fire and make ye something tae help warm ye up.”

“You’re the best!” You trill with a smile, stepping forward and pausing briefly to give him a peck on the cheek. “I won’t be long.”

You miss the faint blush that colors his cheeks as you walk away, and you don’t notice his gaze following you as you round the corner and head for your shared bedroom. All you can do is focus on not shivering too badly as you make your way to the bathroom, already pulling your damp sweater over your head.

It doesn’t take you very long to strip and throw your wet clothes into the hamper. You jump into a quick, hot shower to freshen up a little and then dry yourself off before slipping into your favorite pair of flannel pajamas and a soft, warm pair of slippers. You pause beside the bedroom window for a moment, drawing a snowman in the condensation that’s collected on the window with your finger with a smile.

You linger at the window for a moment, staring out at the falling snow, taking in the panorama that’s glistening with the light from a distant full moon. Taking a deep, contented breath, you eventually pull yourself away and flick off the light as you make your way toward the den. You can see flickering spots of light dancing on the walls in the room from down the hall and hear the crackling of logs in the fire place and it makes you feel wonderfully at home.

As you near the living room, the rich scent of melting chocolate hits your nose and you take a deep breath, letting it out in a contented sigh. The noise gets Scotty’s attention from across the room and he beams at you from where he’s carrying two mugs of steaming hot drinking chocolate toward the coffee table near the fire. You shuffle over, your slippers rasping against the hardwood, and grin at the sight of the whipped cream spirals peeking out over the tops of the mugs.

“Is this the real stuff?” You ask.

Scotty nods as he sets the mugs down and takes a seat on the couch, motioning for you to join him.

“Made with heavy cream an’ real Swiss chocolate,” he replies. “An’ a dash o’ cinnamon for a touch o’ Christmas cheer.”

“Well it smells delicious,” you say brightly, reaching for one of the mugs with a shiver as a draft sweeps through the cabin.

The trembling doesn’t escape Scotty’s notice and as you take your first careful sips of the piping hot drink, he gets to his feet and moves over to an old wooden chest nestled in the corner of the room. You watch him as he pulls what looks like a couple of large bolts of cloth out of the chest and realize quickly as he returns to your side that they’re actually blankets.

“It’s best we keep ye nice an’ cozy,” he explains as he shakes out one of the blankets before draping it over your shoulders.

He follows suit with the other, this time laying it across your lap as you snuggle back into the couch cushions with the hot chocolate in your hands. You curl the fingers of one hand tightly around the mug and reach out with the other, gently playing with the knotted frills at the edges of one of the blankets. You admire it’s classic simplicity, lazily tracing the green and white stripes on the red background.

“Is this your family tartan?” You ask softly.

Scotty smiles and shrugs.

“In a way,” he answers. “It’s the tartan o’ the Scott clan, but family tartans are an invented tradition tha’s a lot more recent than ye think. It doesnae quite work the way most o’ the world seems tae think it does.”

You surface from where you’d dipped your head to sip at the cocoa and reflect his grin.

“You’ll have to break down tartan history for me one day,” you suggest. “I’d love to know more.”

“I can regale ye with the tales o’ the tartan while we prepare Christmas dinner,” he suggests. “I think I can manage tae shorten it down tae a two, maybe three hour lesson…”

You roll your eyes and reach for one of the throw pillows behind you, tossing it playfully at Scotty as the jest and spirit warm you from within. The two of you giggle for a few moments before you’re able to quiet down and when you do, Scotty shifts closer to you on the sofa, his knees bumping yours as he reaches out to take your mug from your hands. You let him and watch as he sets it on the coffee table before reaching for your hands instead, squeezing them gently.

“I suppose this is as good a time as any,” he says slowly.

“For what?” You ask.

“To give ye yer gift,” he replies, slipping off of the couch, kneeling on the floor and reaching under the couch.

“We agreed on no gifts this year!” You exclaim. “Besides, Christmas isn’t for two more days!”

Scotty smiles up at you as he pulls something out from under the couch, keeping it out of sight.

“Ye cannae deny a man the joy o’ watchin’ the love o’ his life open a Christmas gift,” he says, feigning hurt.

Rolling your eyes, you shift around a bit, sitting up and swinging your legs over the edge of the couch so it’s easier for you to take whatever it is he’s hiding. Instead of the large sized box you were expecting, however, he produces a very small one in the palm of his hand, reaching to open it up with the other, exposing a beautiful, glimmering, intricate ring.

Your mouth drops open as you stare at it for a long moment, feeling your heart leap in your chest. Slowly peeling your eyes away from the diamond solitaire, you look up at Scotty, his expression mingled excited and anxious as he reaches out to take your hand with the one unoccupied by the box.

“This ring is a promise,” Scotty says slowly, affection and nervousness warring for dominance in his eyes. “It seems sort o’ grim to say ‘til death do us part considering some o’ the situations we find ourselves in in this line o’ duty, but I can promise that I will always be here for you. I will walk with you through anything, and I will love you to the end. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and through anything else that comes – I just don’t want to jinx it with tha’ last bit.”

Tears well up in your eyes at his words, trapping starbursts of firelight in them and distorting your view. You reach up with your free, shaky hand to wipe them away as you nod furiously.

“Yes,” you whisper at first before gaining your resolve. “Yes!”

Scotty’s expression screws up into one of amusement and mild confusion.

“But I havnae even asked ye anything yet,” he points out.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You encourage him.

With a renewed vigor, Scotty steels himself, sits up a little straighter, and meets your gaze with a confident, loving one of his own. Squeezing the hand of yours that he’s holding, he sets down the box and plucks the ring from its velvet cushion, holding it up and ready to slip onto your finger.

“Will ye marry me?” He asks softly.

“Yes, yes!” You exclaim. “Of course I will, Monty!”

You watch as he slides the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly and sits gorgeously, scattering the flickering flames dancing in the nearby fireplace like a mirror ball. You lean in to examine it more closely for a moment, a sense of awe and unconditional love filling you.

Once the ring is in place, you quickly pull your hand out of Scotty’s grip and launch forward, crashing into him so hard the blankets slip off of you as you wrap your arms around him. Your inertia sends him off kilter and he topples to the floor with you astride his hips, grinning brightly as you lean in to kiss him.

“I want to have the wedding right here at the cabin,” you say in between brushes of your lips on his. “Just a small ceremony, you in your kilt, Jim officiating…”

Scotty laughs and nods.

“How could I ev’er deny ye anythin’?” He says softly. “O’course, hen.”

You smile and roll off of Scotty, straight onto the plush carpetl You shift and nestle in close to him, your hot chocolate long forgotten on the table as you wrap an arm around him, dreams of wedding bells dancing in your head.

“Merry Christmas, Monty,” you murmur, nuzzling into his neck.

“Merry Christmas, Alex,” he replies softly before tipping his head to claim your lips again.

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kpopfanfictrash · 7 years

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Angel (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jackson

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,511

Summary: You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.

When he notices your wobbling legs, Jackson slides an arm around your waist. “Okay,” he says, using the voice he typically reserves for his patients. “Let’s get you home.”

You want to stand yourself, want not to lean on him but that’s impossible. Your body can barely move and you desperately want to get home. Want to be in bed with this whole, awful night behind you. You let Jackson help you from the hall. He walks beside you, shielding from the curious onlookers with his body.

Jackson gently buckles you into his passenger seat and dimly, you notice the interior of his car as he places a paper bag in your hands. “Here,” he instructs, pulling back. “Just in case.”

Once in the driver’s seat, Jackson places the car in reverse to pull into the night. Everything after that is a blur – everything but Jackson.

It’s blurry as Jackson helps you through your door – which is not your door at all, you realize. “Where are we,” you protest, stomach heaving.

Adjusting your weight, Jackson walks you into the apartment. “My place,” he announces, kicking the door shut behind him. He turns on the lights, tossing his keys onto the counter. “You weren’t really answering in the car when I asked for your address. Sorry about the mess,” he mumbles.

Lifting your head, you barely register a tan leather couch before it swims out of view. There’s a coffee table, piled high with books and papers. Only a few seconds pass though, before your hand comes back up over your mouth. “Jackson,” you mumble, eyelids fluttering. “I think I’m going to –"

Jackson opens the bag just in time. Pushing forward as you throw up, hands weakly gripping the sides of the paper. There’s not much in your system though, not much coming out but it wrings your stomach anyways. Swaying in place, Jackson’s arm is the only thing holding you upright.

“There,” he murmurs, tracing one hand over your back. “That’s okay, get it all out.”

You heave, liquid sloshing around while your stomach empties. Exhaling once, you push sweaty hair back from your eyes as blearily, your gaze flicks to his. Jackson’s eyes are warm and he merely closes the bag, taking it away. “This way,” he instructs, throwing the bag into the trashcan on your way to his bedroom.

It must be his bedroom, since there’s a bed in it. Piles of clothing and junk line the walls and Jackson flushes, muttering something about not knowing he’d have company before quickly leading you into the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says cheerfully.

“No,” you groan, breaking free from his grasp. Falling against the wall, its surface cold to clear your thoughts slightly. “I feel like crap.”

“That’s because you’re sick,” Jackson announces, stepping past to yank open his shower curtain. Turning on the water, he ignores the look of suspicion you give him.

“If this is an attempt to get me out of my clothes – it’s a bad one,” you mumble.

Jackson snorts, testing the water with one hand. “Oddly enough,” he grins. “I like my women sentient and not puking when I take them in the shower.”

Any other day, you would blush – the thought of Jackson taking anyone, anywhere – but today, you groan. Siding down the wall until your butt hits the floor. “You can’t make me,” you say, gaze stubborn.

A smile lifts the corner of his mouth. “Oh?” Jackson asks, raising an eyebrow. He stands, pushing off the edge of his tub. “I’d like to see you try and stop me.”

Weakly, you kick out your foot.

Jackson just shakes his head. Bending to open up a cabinet and pull out a large stack of towels. “Relax,” he grins. “I’m not throwing you into the shower tonight. Just giving you a chance to wash up.” Holding a towel under running water, Jackson waits until it’s damp enough before scooting backwards. “Here,” he grunts, dropping to the floor. “Take this.”

Staring at his outstretched hand, you slowly take the towel. He’s right – you do need to wash yourself. As you clean the edge of your skin, Jackson looks pointedly away. He stands at some point, busying himself with one thing or another and when you’re done cleaning, you fall back against the wall. Too weak and tired to do anything more.

You wish you could sleep, wish you weren’t in your dress and your heels – and feebly, you shut your eyes. A soft thump of fabric falls in your lap and when you manage to look up again, Jackson stands over you.

“Take these,” he instructs. “Change into them. I’ll be right outside.”

Then he leaves, shutting the door as you stare down at the clothing. Boxers – clean, thank god – and a white t-shirt. Too tired to care about things like impropriety, you change into his clothing. It’s soft and it smells like him. Detergent with citrus and pine, your stomach quiets just sitting there.

Jackson knocks once on the door. “Can I come in?” he calls.

“Yes,” you say, though it’s hard. Everything hurts, everything is slower than usual. Your eyes continue to shut as faintly, you diagnose yourself. Body temperature high. Shivers, a strong indication of fever. Your head aches, as do your muscles.

When the door opens and he sees you, Jackson exhales. “Hell,” he groans, before bending down beside you. Scooping one arm beneath your back, the other under your knees. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, speaking softly. “Just stay here and rest for a while, okay?”

Feebly, you nod. Head finding his chest as he picks you up. You’re so tired, so weak you don’t even protest when Jackson carries you to his bed. Setting you down on top of his covers, as you groggily realize he’s cleaned. Not very well, but things are tossed in tidier piles. Clothes no longer on the floor but on chairs, and the other side of the bed is freshly made.

“Did you clean for me?” you ask.

Jackson flushes, pulling the covers over you. “I, uh – no. Nope.”

Sinking backwards, you manage a smile. Then you turn over, curling your knees into your chest. “I don’t believe you,” you mumble.

Jackson laughs, weight softly sinking onto the end of his bed.

You open one eye. “What are you doing?”

“Watching.” Jackson raises his eyebrows. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You don’t have to,” you sigh, curling in on yourself. “From what I saw, most of the vomiting occurs within the first few hours. I don’t think I’ll throw up again.”

Jackson just grins. “Famous last words.” He stands though, pulling a trash can over to the side of his bed. “Just in case,” he warns, winking as he leaves the room.

You’re almost asleep when Jackson returns, carrying a glass of water and setting it gently beside the bed. He reaches out, touching your brow. You’re so sleepy, you allow it. Leaning into him as your eyes fall shut. His thumb strokes your forehead, lulling you to sleep.

The last thing you remember is the sound of your name.

When you wake up again, it’s dark. This is confusing, since are the sheets tangled about your legs are the wrong color. They’re navy, unfamiliar and you stare at them for a few seconds before realizing the reason you woke up in the first place. Jerking sideways, you heave over the side of the bed. Luckily the trash can is there, since you vomit heavily into it. Emptying all remaining food in your system as you choke off into silence.

There’s rustling from the next room, the sound of footsteps and Jackson appears. “Y/N?” he yawns, stretching overhead. When he opens his eyes, they widen and he darts forward. Jackson is wearing only boxers and a tank top, his feet bare on the white carpet. “How are you feeling?” he asks gently, bending to eye level.

You’re still clutching his trash can, wishing you could curl up and die. Your hair is sweaty, back aching when you meet his eyes. “Like shit.”

A flicker of a smile crosses Jackson’s face. “Yeah, no kidding,” he grins. Walking into the bathroom, Jackson returns minutes later to kneel at your side. “Here,” he offers you, handing a towel. When you take it he grabs the trash can, standing to walk from the room.

You wipe your face. There’s not much to clean, but still it’s embarrassing. Now that your headache has eased and you’re no longer feeling nauseous, you’re able to comprehend what’s going on. The date. The awful, horrible date.

And Jackson.

Your gaze moves to the still-open door. Jackson picked you up. Jackson took care of you. When your stomach turns, it’s not because of the flu. Jackson Wang did this – you didn’t imagine he’d think twice about you. He’s so sunny, so positive and wonderful. Then there’s you. A workaholic, too concerned with how others think of her – always running, always fighting. What good could Jackson possibly see in you?

The front door opens, closes and Jackson Wang appears in the doorway. “I took out the trash,” he explains. “There’s water by your bedside – and aspirin. You should take one now and drink the glass, see if you can keep that down.”

Nodding, you reach for the end table.

“Right.” Jackson pauses, lingering in the doorway. “Do you need anything else?”

“I, well.” Swallowing past the pill, you look down at his comforter. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

When you look at him, Jackson’s face is serious. His eyes linger on yours before turning away. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he calls, his voice soft. “Yell if you need anything.”

Settling back on the pillows, your fatigue is overwhelming. Your body aches and this, combined with the day’s events makes you tired. No longer can you think straight and when you finally fall asleep, it’s in the middle of a thought – what will happen, once you wake up?

Today’s coffee is not great and your stomach grumbles when you recall you forgot to eat today. Stirring your coffee, you’re not really paying attention while staring off into the distance. It’s been a week since the disastrous date. Just one week, since Jackson Wang quite literally swept you off your feet.

Okay, he picked you up off his bathroom floor. You may have slept in his bed, but he slept on the couch. With how awkward the next morning was though, you might as well have. You were sick that day, groggy and out of it. It was all you could manage to thank him when he drove you to your apartment. You slept most of the way there, immediately collapsing on your bed inside.

Hours later, you saw that Jackson had left you water and Motrin. He even folded your clothing, placing them in the center of your table along with a note that said to call if you needed anything. The word anything was written in all caps, underlined five times. You didn’t call him though – how could you?

After Jackson took care of you, it’s hard to look him in the eyes. No one has seen you that vulnerable since, well – ever. Definitely not since you were a child. You pride yourself on being independent, on taking care of yourself. You know logically Jackson helping doesn’t make you weaker – but sometimes it’s hard to separate emotion from logic.

Especially since when you think about that night, you can’t help but wonder why. Why would he help you? Jackson is such a mystery, not because he’s secretive but because he’s open. He says what he means and he doesn’t play games – which means if he hasn’t said he likes you by now, it’s because he doesn’t.

He must have helped you out of pity. You were sad, alone and Jackson felt sorry for you. You honestly don’t know what you would have done without him. Oh, you’d have managed. You’d have called an Uber – probably thrown up on the way home. You’d have stumbled alone into your apartment, fallen over your toilet and spent the night on the floor.

You wouldn’t have had enough water, though. You’d have worn vomit on your dress, more likely than not. This image you paint for yourself is a small, sad picture.

Slamming the pot down, you stare into your mug. It’s why, since that night, you’ve avoided Jackson. You can’t bear to look at him, not while feeling so embarrassed and small. You’re certain he feels the same way, because who would want to take care of you? Especially when taking care of other people is his job.

Jackson works just as much as you do – the last thing he wants when he goes home is to take care of more sick people. Which is why today, when he enters the lounge, you quickly pick up your mug. Leaving, before he can notice. He does, though. Jackson’s gaze follows you from the other side of the couch, and you give him a quick smile.

At first, you intend on heading to the coffee shop but one glance though the doors shows that it’s packed, so that’s out. You wander next to the rooftop, one place you know will be absolutely empty. It’s not a spot many people know of – you yourself only know it by chance.

Your first day at the hospital was nerve wrecking. Everyone moved quickly, everyone was busy and as you were rushing from point A to point B, a girl in your class tripped over the janitor. She slipped and fell, instantly soaking her butt and the hall. Of course, she yelled at the man. Despite the fact that she was the one who tripped, knocking him down – but the man was forced to just stand there and take it as she berated him.

You saw this and, feeling the unfairness of it all – had a moment of compassion. Usually you’re not empathetic. It’s a skill you’re lacking in but that day you saw his expression, saw the frustration and it reminded you of yourself. Once the girl left, you walked over. Bending to help him right his mop and bucket. The janitor’s name was Dan, he thanked you and later on that week – showed you the rooftop.

Dan was in his mid-sixties, friendly with peppered hair and a wide smile. When he said he wanted to thank you, yes it was suspicious but you followed anyways. “This way,” Dan said, shoving a small, silver key into your hand. “This hospital can be kind of overwhelming, so I’ll show you a place where you can get away from it all.”

When he opened the door to the emergency stairwell, you were curious. The two of you climbed the steps that day, gazed out over a sunlit city for an hour. It was beautiful up there, quiet – peaceful.

It’s the same tonight, though the sun has already sunk below the horizon. The wind blows your hair, which you’ve worn down for once. It was something new you wanted to try – okay fine, you wanted Jackson to notice. If he did though, he didn’t care or say.

Behind you, the door opens.

Glancing over your shoulder, you nearly drop your coffee. Jackson seems as surprised as you are, one foot hovering at the edge of the stairwell. You stare like that for a few seconds before remembering yourself. Before you can brush past him though, he grabs your arm.

“Hey.” When you look at Jackson his eyes are dark – confused, even. “Y/N. Are you mad at me or something?”

Stomach dropping, you glance down at his hand. “I – no. I’m not.”

Jackson’s arms falls to his side. “Right.” He continues to study you. “It doesn’t seem that way.”

You swallow, looking away. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t said anything rude, done anything wrong – have I?”

“No,” Jackson agrees. “You haven’t. But every time I enter a room, you leave. Every time I speak, you leave. Every time I so much as glance your direction, you leave.”

When your gaze lifts, Jackson seems hurt. “That’s not true,” you protest.

“It is,” he nods. “I know things have been kind of weird since last week. I don’t know why though,” he adds, continuing to stare at you.

There it is.

The night you’ve been trying to avoid. That awful date which ruined any sort of friendship you might have with Jackson. “I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I don’t mean to act weird. I actually meant to uh, to thank you.”

“Thank me?” Jackson seems amused.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It was really nice of you to take care of me. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m really happy for your friendship.”

Jackson stills.

You’re not sure what he’s thinking as he stares at you, but your own heart is hammering. You’re giving him an out here. By calling him your friend, you’re saying he doesn’t have to be more. By pulling back, you’re saying he can do the same. Yes, that night seemed intimate, but it doesn’t have to be.

Jackson continues to stare. “It’s… nice to have you as a friend, too,” he allows, voice dull.

You nod, just once.

Then you walk past, opening the door. It falls shut behind you, thudding as you continue down the stairs in silence. With each step, your thoughts muddle. Pushing back against you every time you turn around. Jackson said nothing. Did nothing. He let you go.

At the bottom of the flight, you open the door. Disappearing into the hospital the way you came. A glance at your watch shows your shift is almost up. After finishing your paperwork and making your final round, you can go home.

You do this quietly, dutifully. Concentrating on each task so as to not think about anything else. You’re not mad at Jackson – really, you’re not. Truthfully, you’re mad at yourself. Mad you fell for his act. That sweet, caring, special act. You hate the fact that you can’t stop thinking about him. That you keep remembering his touch, keep wondering about his lips.

You groan, setting down your pen. Rubbing your temples with both palms and looking away. At least you’re done now and can leave. Scooping your jacket off the table, you push open the door. Dropping the papers at your attending to exit into the crisp, night air.

It seems like a long time has passed, but really it was only a month that Jackson came running out after you. That was the first time you saw him. As more than just a name, as more than just his job. Now you’ve seen Jackson though, and you find that you can’t look away.

The door opens and you whirl, heart pounding - but it’s not him. It’s Marie, smiling and waving goodbye. “Bye, Y/N!” she calls, skipping down the steps. “Get home, its cold out!”

You smile and nod, turning away. It is cold out, your breath fogs in the air as you walk. At the end of the parking lot you turn the corner, not really paying attention when you search through your bag. You yank your keys free, pointing them at your car – and freeze.

Jackson is there, leaning against your door.

You don’t know what to do at first. It seems surreal, preposterous that he should be here. Step by step, you walk until you’re right before him. Staring up at him with a curious expression on your face.

Jackson shoves his hands deeper in his pockets, cocking his head to one side.

“Jackson.” You look around, wondering if his car is nearby. “What – “

Then Jackson steps forward. Sliding his hands into your hair, lifting your face up and kissing you.

You forget everything then. Forget the hospital and the cold and your worries when his lips find yours. His touch is soft, gentle. Exactly what you thought he would be – and then it changes. Jackson groans, opening your mouth with his as he pulls against him. Heat floods your veins, melting your thoughts when he makes that noise.

Almost subconsciously, your arms rise about him. Pulling him down, pulling him into you until you can barely breathe. He’s dizzying, you’re drowning. Jackson must feel the pulse of your heart, the thrum of your body because when he pulls away, his exhale is shaky.

“I – I’m sorry,” he says, looking down. His fingers brush your cheek. “I know you said we’re just friends – everyone says that – but I wanted to –”

Interrupting him, you kiss him again. Exploring Jackson so thoroughly, so expertly that when he pulls away, it’s his turn to be speechless. A first, for Jackson Wang.

You laugh at his expression. Twining your fingers about his neck while pressing his body to yours. “I don’t,” you admit, voice lowering. “I don’t see you as just a friend – I was scared. Scared you were avoiding me. I thought maybe you regretting taking care of me.”

Jackson’s eyes widen. “What? No,” he counters. “I thought you were mad at me, that I took advantage of you somehow. I wanted to give you space, I wanted … Ah, shit.” Jackson exhales, closing his eyes. “I did this all wrong.”

When you poke at his cheek, Jackson opens both eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” you smile.

Jackson smiles back at you, slightly dazed. “It doesn’t, does it,” he murmurs. Nudging your nose aside with his own when he kisses you.

You melt into him, skin tingling as for the first time in a long time – you allow yourself to be happy.

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"How can it be so damn hot?" Noctis asked, his head rested on Tifa's stomach while she was layed down in the bed, her fingers playing with his black lockes and her eyes closed half way. It was indeed too hot. Out there was boiling so they hid in their bedroom, closing the windows and leaving it all in darkness, hoping it would help to keep the high temperature out. No way. They were sweating like if they were running even if they wore almost anything. Noctis had his boxers putted on and the girl just her panties and bra. He sighed, exhausted. "I feel like fossilizing" "The wether may not get colder according to the forecast" "God damnit... I'm gonna dry and turn into dust" Tifa giggled. "If we could just go to the swimming pool or something..." He looked at her with a little smile on his lips. The girl moved her head side to side. "You know we can't go. I can but you don't 'cause people won't let you be" "I know, being a prince is just a curse" Tifa pinched his cheek but then bounced on the bed, sitting down while Noctis embraced her by her waist, placing his head over her lap. "Don't go without me! You cannot be so cruel!" She spinned her eyes. "It is not that, idiot. We have a jacuzzi, right?" His eyes brighted and rapidly he got up and ran to the bathroom where the big bath tub was to turn on the cold water, which started to fill the jacuzzi as Noctis took off his boxers before Tifa arrived and almost had a heart attack. She had seen Noctis nude several times but she never could stop the red colours from taking her cheeks. He turned and saw her hard blushing. The prince smirked and walked towards her while she tried to look behind him until he made her turn her back on him to unbotton her bra, letting it fall down to the floor. She shivered all over when he caressed her arms slowly to then reach the hem of her panties that were also slided down in slow motion. Tifa could feel the drops of sweat on her forehead and sides as she also knew that he was surely smirking in that naughty way of his'. Noctis moved in front of her to kiss her deeply in the lips and then make her walk towards the jacuzii, following her closely, hands gripping her hips and lips touching her neck while she breathed heavily. "You go first, beautiful" He kissed her neck, watching her step into the bath tub. "Ah! It's too cold!" She shouted, making him laught before pushing her carefully inside it. Tifa putted on her tip toes as she raised her arms and let out a large gasp, shivering and giving to Noctis a gorgeus view of her. The boy felt aroused whenever he saw her, felt like make love with her whenever he had her close and felt like fuck her whenever he had her all naked in front of him. But he held himself back. He knew they would end up having sex like always but he wanted it later. By then he just wanted to enjoy the sight and have a calmed, fresh time with his girlfriend, who turned to him waving her hands with wrinkled nose and furrowded brows. "I can't take a bath with such a frozen water" He stepped into it, knowing how much she loved hot showers and hated cold things. "Come on, it is not so cold" "I'M GONNA LOOSE MY FEET BECAUSE THEY ARE FREEZING" She shouted before he bent and splashed her a little with that frozen water. Tifa gasped and looked at him dangerously. "Noct!" He smirked. "Don't you dare, don't you d...-" The raven haired boy splashed her again but more. The water moisted her legs and belly, making her scream. Noctis laughed out loud, seeing the Black Glaive shouting and jumping like a baby inside the bath tub. "You are gonna pay for this!!" She warned, moving towards him with her fists prepared. But he had a better attack. "You sure?" He asked before kick the water with his foot, splashing her, the floor, the courtains and the whole bathroom. Tifa opened her mouth wild. "Noct!" He chuckled to then do it again until see her completely wet. Her brown lockes glued to her sexy shape as she hugged herself and then sat down in the jacuzii, sinking into the cold water for some seconds to then peep out her head and glance at him, who immediately kneelt down in front of her to take her by the waist and pull her against him. Her honey eyes stared at his pure blue ones, pretending she was all angry with him. The water drops fell down from Tifa's bangs to Noctis' cheeks. He smiled cheerfully, like a kid. "I should have killed you" She whispered, wrapping her hands around his neck, playing with his wet hair. The black spikes were pointing down as the rest of his lockes glued to his face, almost covering his eyes. The girl used one of her hands to take off those annoying bangs from Noctis' gorgeus hues. She smiled at him, couldn't resist to that childish look of him. "You should have seen your face... like a cat having a bath" "Shut up" She giggled to then kiss him, putting a silence to his chuckle. Noctis was unable to do anything but to return back the sweet joining of their mouths, moving to her head one of his hands to grab her hair with his fingers, pulling from it to the left towards his face. He tasted her moisted lips and licked them with his tongue slowly, looking at how the girl kept her eyes closed, enjoying his moves and touches. He smiled and kissed her nose before both of them separated, Noctis resting his back on the wall of the bath tub as Tifa casted her hand towards the shelves, where some toys were. The prince laughed at the childish, sweet behaviour of the most dangerous and fierce glaive of the whole reign of Lucis. If their enemies knew that the Black Glaive loved the plushes, the toys, hugs and sweet things, they wouldn't believe it. Only him, his father and the boys were aware of Tifa's soft and kidly side. He loved that part of her and also understood why she was like that. The girl never had childhood. Regis found her and took her with him at her five years after she lost her bloodline family, village and memories. The king and of course the little prince tried to gave her a normal infancy but the traces of her past always chased and remained within her. The tattoo on her right wrist was the living proof of it. But she was fine. She just needed him, Regis and the guys beside her. They were her truly family and she cherished and loved all of them. The girl felt home whenever she found herself near someone of them. Noctis saw how she moved the toys all around the jacuzii, surrounding theirselfs with them. "I hope this is not a satanic ritual" He joked while looking at the water that covered her over her chest. He would like to see more. "Well it is" She smiled, trying to hold back a laugh. "Oh well, and who are you summoning?" "Ifrit" "Because he would turn the cold water into hot?" "You got it right" She giggled, looking at how Noctis panted. "Am I not enough for that?" "If you come over, then yes you will be" The ravenette didn't need anything more. He crawled towards her to take her waist and kiss her while she cupped his cheeks and answered to the kiss slowly. "I'm having a dejá vú" He smirked. "We can't just stop, do we?" Noctis took the toy of the frog and scanned it while Tifa tried not to laugh. "Prompto gave it to me because of you" The boy looked up at her and throwing the frog away he splashed her again, making her laugh harder. "That chocobo head" He pouted, seeing how she was shivering. "We should get out already... you may catch a cold" He took her in his arms to left the jacuzii to then wrap a towel around her body as he rubbed it against her arms to dry them. The glaive smiled sweetly and placed her cheek against his chest, loving the way he always cared for her and tried to be warm. The prince hugged her and rested his chin on top of her head, still rubbing her back with soft touches that calmed her and made her feel in heaven. They stood quiet and in the same position without moving for a while until they heard Noctis' phone ringing. The male got out from the bathroom all naked and picked it up as Tifa rested her left side on the doorframe, enjoying the view of the gorgeus prince of Lucis. "Prompto? Hey buddy, how are you?... aha... yeah..." Noctis looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, why not? ... okay, see you there" He hang off as she raised one of her brows. "Are you gonna go out?" "WE are gonna go out, Prompto wants to go to the cinema to see something, I don't really got what was the tittle but I want to go" Tifa smiled and nodded. "It is a good plan as long as no one recognize you" "Don't worry, I will be a shadow" "A nude shadow?" He looked down and then smirked. "Well, if it is what you enjoy to see..." "Noct!"

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Bucky hadn't realize how much he missed being touched, how much he missed the warmth of someone else, until Natasha started sleeping next to him every night. They didn't even watch movies all the time any more. Sometimes she just crawled into bed next to him and they lay together in the dark until sleep came. Other times there would be a movie playing when he came from the shower, and she would just be a redheaded pile of blankets, reaching out a hand for him. When he had bad days, she would listen while he talked in halting sentences about whatever was on his mind. And then she would kiss him, soft and slow until he couldn't think anymore.

But no matter what, Natasha was always there, and he woke every morning with her head against his chest, her arm wrapped around his waist, one hand resting on his left arm. If she was already awake, she would talk to him softly until he woke, easing him from his dreams and into the day before she had to slip back to her own room.

They were just sleeping together. Bucky kept pajama pants on, she always wore something along the lines of yoga pants and a t shirt. He always pulled away from their kisses before they got too heated, and there was a reason they didn't sleep spooned together. Natasha never pushed for more, and Bucky never asked for it, content to just hold and be held for the first time in so long.

They had even started spending time together in the daytime, Tasha laying in bed with him until the last possible moment, kissing quietly in the sunrise or if everyone was eating together he sat next to her. No one had commented on it, just glad that Bucky was making an effort to be part of the team.

Natasha was the best thing about this new life of his, and Bucky had never been happier.

************** Then she left for a mission with Hawkeye, as a favor to SHIELD, and was gone for three days.

And Bucky almost drove himself mad.

************ “You need to settle down.” Steve warned, picking himself up off the floor. “We’re boxing, not trying to break each other's ribs.”

Bucky was antsy, anxious, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. The match had been going well, until Steve had landed a punch to his midsection, and Bucky had just reacted, his foot lashing out and catching him with a kick that sent him flying.

“Sorry. Can't seem to get my mind right. Let's move on. I don't want to hurt you.”

Steve shook his head. “No, come on. You know I can take it, but you can't go from boxing to trying to put me through a wall. If we need to escalate, let's escalate.”

“No.” Bucky said firmly, and Steve glanced away, then back with a determined expression on his face.

“Then let's get a drink and maybe you tell me what's bothering you. Because whatever it is, is eating you up, and it's killing me to watch.”

“No.” He repeated and Steve cocked his head.

“Oh it wasn't a suggestion. Get your ass moving.”

Grabbing some water and a few towels, Steve followed Bucky out of the ring and down to where a few chairs were scattered. The gym was silent since everyone else was eating dinner upstairs, and Bucky slouched into one of the seats, dropping his head into his hand, other arm folded across his lap.

“So.” Steve began, emptying a bottle and cracking another one, wincing when the motion twisted his definitely bruised ribs. “Tell me what's been going on. You were doing really well, and now it's like back to day one with you. Wanda asked me yesterday if she'd get in trouble for throwing your ass out a window after you snapped at her because she was walking in front of you too slowly.”

“I'd like to see her try.” Bucky grunted, and Steve laughed.

“Buddy, do you have any idea what she can even do? I've seen her stop someone's heart with a flick of her wrist. She destroyed a city block when someone pissed her off and she let her energy go. The girl is scary.”

“I'm sure I could handle it.” Was all he said and his friend sighed.

“I know things are different now, Bucky. We aren't the kids who signed up for the military. We aren't even the same super soldiers who battled it out a few years ago. I am barely me anymore and you are… well still trying to figure out who you are. But I'm with you, always. If you need anything.”

Bucky rolled his water bottle between his hands slowly. “Tony really has you believing in that ‘talk about your feelings’ crap, huh?”

“Yeah, you have no idea.” Steve admitted and Bucky smiled a little.

“Why does Natasha watch violent movies?” He asked then, and Steve thought about it for a minute.

“You know, I asked her the same thing once. She told me that the only thing consistent in life was that she would always need to know how to field strip a gun. She didn't understand romantic comedies because life wasn't like that. But killing she understood. She could relate. So I asked her if she'd ever tried a relationship, because maybe then she'd understand the rom-coms.”

“What did she say when you asked her?”

“That she didn't like people talking during her movies.” Steve reached over and slung an arm around Bucky's shoulders. “Ask her when she gets home tomorrow. It would do you good to connect with someone, even if it's over terrible movies.”

“They’re not that bad.” He mumbled and Steve looked over at him.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

They sat quietly for a few more minutes until Bucky lifted his head, pushing his hair off his face.

“Would you cut my hair?”

“Yep.” Steve popped the ‘p’, not even raising an eyebrow at the odd request. “My room or yours?”

“Mine.”

*********************** Bucky shut off the water, feeling much better after a haircut, a shave and a long shower. Natasha would be home tomorrow and his life would get back to the wonderful normal he'd gotten accustomed to.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he pushed the door open to the bedroom, and paused.

Someone was in his room. Well more specifically, someone was in his bed.

Natasha. She was sound asleep curled up in his blankets. How long was my shower?

He shut off the bathroom light and felt around for a pair of pajama pants, sliding them on before climbing in the bed. He lay on his back, close enough to smell the shampoo she used, far enough away so he wasn't crowding her, with his hand open between their bodies.

After a few minutes, she slid a little closer, took his hand, and fell back asleep. ******************* When he woke, she was still there, and he let go of her hand and leaned up on his elbow to look at her in the sunlight. All soft skin and light freckles and red hair. She was still dressed in what he thought of as “work clothes”, her curvy frame wrapped in spandex and leather, her feet adorably bare, and holsters and guns lying on the nightstand next to her. She hadn't even gone to her own room before coming to his, that thought made him just...

Bucky wanted to touch her, but didn't want to wake her, so he just lay and watched her. Wondering how the hell he'd managed to land himself the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. How the hell he'd ended up in love when a year ago he couldn't even remember his name.

She finally stirred, her eyes blinking open slowly, tongue slipping out to lick her lips.

“Good morning.” He said softly, and her eyes lit, then widened dramatically.

“Oh. Oh good morning.”

“Did you forget you were in my bed?” He asked with a small frown and she shook her head.

“I just…” reaching up, she traced over his smooth jaw gently, then up to run through the short hair.

“Oh.” Bucky blushed just a little and looked away sheepishly. “Thought it was time for a change.”

“I like it. I liked it before, but I like this.” She hadn't stopped touching him yet, and Bucky turned his head to brush a kiss over her palm, his heart jumping when she bit her lip. “Bucky.” She breathed and he couldn't help himself, bending low to touch their lips together.

“Is this…” he hovered over her mouth, “is this, um--”

“Yes.” She lifted her head for another, sighing happily when he kissed her harder, angling his body to just press lightly against her. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to tug him down, but he pulled away.

“I can't.” He whispered, shaking his head. “I'll crush you.”

“I'm strong.” She teased, and he held up his hand, not the soft one she'd held all night, but the one he kept as far away from her as possible.

“I'm stronger.”

“You won't hurt me.” She said matter of factly and he flinched a little.

“I wouldn't mean to. But it's heavy, and cold and you're so small and…” he lay a kiss to her cheek, breathing in deeply. “and beautiful and warm and I can't let anything happen to you.”

“Okay then.” Natasha slid lower on the bed, and pulled hard. Bucky's hand fell into the mattress next to her head to try to keep his balance. “So use this arm,” she stroked up the metal and Bucky's eyes closed in pleasure. Not because he could feel it, but just because she was touching him. “Use this arm to keep me safe, so nothing happens to me. And this arm,” she ran her small hand up the other one. “To keep me warm.”

“Tasha.” Bucky murmured when she parted her legs, letting him settle in against her soft body.

“Yes.” Natasha's voice cracked a little, and she arched her back to get closer. “Yes, Bucky.”

This time when he kissed her, he didn't hold back, leaning most of his weight on his left arm, freeing his right hand to run through her hair, down over her smooth skin to hold her tiny waist. Gripping her tight to hold her still as he rocked against her, slotting their lips together in a brutal embrace. Natasha nipped and sucked at his tongue as he played in her mouth, her nails scratching down his back, then his shoulders, and his whole body shuddered when she ran a confident hand down the machinery he called an arm.

“You shiver every time I touch you like that.” She whispered, as his mouth moved to her jaw, then her neck, pulling at the zipper of her top to get to more skin.

“Because I can't believe you touch me like that.” He whispered right back, and Natasha squeezed her hand harder around the immovable metal.

“You need to stop acting like it makes you a monster.”

“You've seen what--” Bucky started to pull away, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him there.

“Have you seen what I can do?” She asked fiercely. “Have you seen me clear a room when I pull my guns? Seen me break a guys neck because he tried to touch me? I've killed entire security teams with my bare hands and a kitchen knife.” She rolled her body underneath his, and he bit back a growl. “Does it make me a monster? Under all this spandex and attitude, do you think I'm a monster because I'm a killer?”

“You're not a killer anymore.”

“And neither are you.” Her voice gentled, and she ran her nails through his scalp and down his face softly, just barely tickling his skin. “This.” She tapped on his arm. “This doesn't scare me. You don't scare me. The only thing that scares me is that somewhere along the way, we stopped watching movies and started dating, and I was too distracted by this smile,” she ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “To notice what was going on.”

“Are we dating?” Bucky asked with a grin so charming, pink rose her cheeks.

“Well we aren't fighting, so we should call spending all this time together something.”

He laughed, and her whole body tingled at the sound. “I love when you laugh.”

“Well I don't laugh a whole lot during sex so enjoy it now.”

Natasha laughed then, tossing her head back into the pillows, and Bucky licked a long stripe up her lovely neck until he could take her lips again.

“How hard is it to get all this spandex off?” He teased, tugging the zipper down, letting his mouth taste each bit of skin that appeared under him.

“Pretty easy if you want to be vicious about it.” She said back, her breath coming in pants as he moved lower.

“Vicious?” He raised an eyebrow, and she tapped on the silver next to her. “Can I...rip it?” His voice dropped low at the thought and her eyes sparked.

“I wish you would.”

Bucky moved off of her, kneeling between her legs and curling the thick metal fingers in one side of her jumpsuit, brushing the knuckles of his right hand over her soft skin before taking hold of the other side.

“Ready?”

Natasha just licked her lips and nodded, and with a quick jerk, Bucky pulled.

The material shredded, ripping down the center from her chest to where it parted at her thighs. He tore the rest off her slim legs, and nearly bit his tongue off trying not to groan or sob or shout or something because oh my god she's so perfect.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” Natasha said with a sound so close to a purr it had his heart pounding. “And come here and take a bite.”

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