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Bucky Barnes Oneshot

Warnings: some language, excessive sun exposure, nudity (but no smut)

Word count: 5.4k (why am i like this)

A/N: This fic is very self-indulgent - it’s short on plot and long on summer vibes. Also, this is a reader insert fic, but I hate writing Y/N and using second person narration, so reader has been given an ‘Avenger alias’. Hope you like it. :) Basically, Bucky deserves this, and we deserve for summer to never end. <3 I hope you all enjoy it, and as always let me know what you think!!

P.S. here’s the playlist inspired by this fic

“Geronimo!”

Sam’s battle cry is the only warning before he takes the plunge; Bucky scrambles from his place on the boat deck, shielding his book with his towel and his hands in a last ditch effort to save the pages from water-logged ruin. He scowls as Sam resurfaces, breaching the water with a laugh and blinking to clear his eyes.

“Hey - watch it, bird brain.” Thankfully, his copy of Ender’s Game remains safe and dry, despite Sam’s carelessness. Wiggling his hips, Bucky scoots further back on his towel, away from the edge of the boat and hopefully out of the splash zone.

“You’re the one complaining about getting wet at the lake, Barnes,” Sam quips back, lazily swimming towards the ladder. “I’m not to blame here.”

“Doesn’t mean I want my book getting wet,” Bucky mutters. A bead of sweat slides down his neck - several beads actually; he can feel how flushed his face is in the dog day heat of a July afternoon. As he lays on his belly, pineapple printed beach towel spread underneath him; his sunglasses slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, his face too slick with sweat to hold them up properly.

“C’mon, guys,” Steve sighs. He couldn’t look less concerned if he tried - long limbs sprawled in the water, his star-spangled ass wedged firmly in a neon blue floatie, a can of beer in one hand. A pink patch of color has bloomed on his chest and spreads across his shoulders with each passing hour, despite regular reapplication of his sunscreen. “Can we not do this all weekend?”

“Mm, I’m with Steve,” a voice pipes up, languid and sleepy, from the sun deck along the top of the boat. “I don’t wanna listen to you two bickering for the next three days.”

Bucky’s mouth goes even dryer and his cheeks burn with a different kind of heat, tongue thick in his mouth at the sound of her voice. Embarrassment creeps up in him - why does he always let Sam’s ribbing get to him, damn it?

“Hey - he started it, Angel,” Sam holds up his hands in surrender, his own towel draped across damp shoulders. There’s a crystal droplet of water on the tip of his nose. “I’m just trying to have a good time.”

She peeks over the ledge from her coveted sunbathing spot, pushing her oversized sunglasses up on her head so she can fix him with a skeptical pout. Bucky rolls a couple inches sideways, leaning on one elbow to lift his gaze up to her. The sun blazes behind her, casting a vivid white corona of heat; the baby blue lurex of her bikini glitters against her skin, her limbs shining with coconut oil and sweat. She’s gathered her hair up on top of her head, but a few adorable baby hairs have escaped at the nape of her neck and her temples, curling sweetly in the humid, hazy air.

She’s only been with the team for a few months - new to the Avengers, and to superhero-ing in general. Operating alone for years, and cleverly flying under the radar, she’d found Tony Stark waiting for her in a refugee camp on the coast of Greece with a disturbingly complete dossier on her, as well as a job offer. Within moments of meeting her, the team dubbed her “Angel” - in slight awe at the way her glowing fingers healed Clint’s broken ones during their brief introductory handshake. From then on, she’s been their undisputed MVP, saving their accident-prone skins so many times they’ve already lost count.

“You know - that smells like bullshit, Sam.” The barest hint of a smirk tugs at her mouth, and even squinting in the sun her eyes are bright.

Sam sputters, playing at mock offense.

“Excuse me?” he says, a hand pressed to his heart.

“Just leave Bucky alone,” Angel rolls her eyes, letting her sunglasses drop back to shield her from the glare off the water. “And Steve? You might want to use a higher SPF, or you’ll need me to heal that later.”

Satisfied, she stretches back on her towel up on the sun deck, one arm long and lazy above her head, the other reaching for her phone - restarting one of her podcasts, Bucky thinks. Tiny wireless headphones tucked in her ears, she’s always listening to them; there’s a true crime one that she loves, but he can’t remember the name. Looking down at his chest, Steve seems to just notice the ripening sunburn on his skin. With a sigh, he flips himself out of the inner tube and into the water, swimming the short distance to the boat and pulling himself up the ladder in search of sunscreen.

Bucky ducks his head back down to his book. He tries to read, focus his eyes on the words in front of him - but, surprisingly, he’s almost too relaxed. He feels heavy, lazy, down to his bones; his eyelids droop and the words on the page run together. It’s not unpleasant, though - the heat has soaked right through his muscles, and for the first time in ages he finds that he’s not sore, not aching. Just a little tired, like a cat in the sun. Stretching and settling on his towel, he tucks his head in the nest of his folded arms and closes his eyes.

When Angel had proposed a lake weekend, inviting the team out to her family’s place in the woods, everyone had leapt at the idea. A few days spent in pure laziness, hours wiled away on the water or with a book, with no one to rescue and no battles to fight - it sounded too good to be true. Pure summer paradise.

Beneath him, the boat rocks dully on small waves. He feels himself lulled into a trance as his body sways gently in the same rhythm, back and forth. Paradise, Bucky thinks as he drifts off.

**********

That night, the sun lingering late in the sky, cicadas humming in the trees, the guys grill out on the deck at the cabin. It smells like heaven, fresh corn and burgers and mushrooms; inside the house, Wanda slices tomatoes and Angel stirs caramelized onions on the stove. At the island, Natasha patiently mashes avocados for her famous guacamole - made famous by the fact that it’s frequently her only contribution to family dinners.

“Wow, Nat, I think you actually got a tan,” Wanda smirks. “Right there, on your arm?”

“That’s just a freckle,” Nat scowls. “Which is why I use high SPF and don’t lay in the sun for hours.”

“Hey, at least you won’t get skin cancer,” Angel laughs, not looking up from her onions. Their smell wafts through the kitchen, mouth-watering and tangy sweet, mixed with the fresh and smoky air from the open window to the deck. Outside, the laughter around the grill bursts in a loud crescendo, Sam slapping Clint’s back as he doubles over in a fit of giggles.

“Sounds like they’re having fun out there.” Nat raises a sarcastic eyebrow as she glances out the window. Angel turns to look, too, her eyes pulled to the soft glow of the porch under the string lights overhead, the setting sun just beginning to burn red and gold through the trees.

Sliding off her barstool, Wanda skips over to the sliding screen door that leads out to the deck, pulling it open just enough to stick her head through.

“What’s so funny?” she asks, nearly shouting to be heard over the boys’ loud hoots of laughter. None of them answer, still caught in the flush of whatever hilarity had set them all going. Rolling her eyes, Wanda tries again. “Hey! Are we at least ready to eat? I’m starving.”

“Yeah, yeah, kid, we’re pulling ‘em off the grill right now,” Clint sighs, wiping his eyes. Even from her place by the stove, Angel notices Bucky’s bright open smile, so rarely seen it makes her do a double take. His color his high, his tanned cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink; his hair is still wet from the shower, combed back from his forehead in a way that’s almost boyish, the tips just beginning to dry in soft brown curls.

Swallowing thickly, Angel drags her eyes back down to the onions and turns the burner off.

They gather around the long picnic table on the deck, sliding and shuffling around each other, a veritable summer feast laid out in front of them. The boys at the grill didn’t disappoint: Sam proudly slides a platter of corn on the cob next to the kebabs he made, while Clint carries a tray piled high with fresh burgers (and turkey burgers, at Nat’s request). Toppings and sides come single file from the kitchen - fresh sliced tomatoes, crisp lettuce, fried plantains and guacamole. Bucky’s mouth waters with each new dish that arrives at the table, his knees jammed underneath the table next to Steve.

“This spot taken?”

Angel smiles as she slides into the seat across from him; she had washed her face when they got in from the lake, fresh and clean, and pulled an old college t-shirt over her swimsuit. The scent of her coconut lotion drifts across the table. Bucky clears his throat.

“N-no. Go ahead.” He wishes his smiles were half as warm as hers, half as easy and sweet.

Her nose scrunches as she beams a little wider at him and stretches her legs underneath the table, her ankle resting against his calf. The brush of their skin sets Bucky’s nerves on fire, and he keeps expecting her to move, to flinch away. But her leg stays where it is, resting against his, as they laugh and eat with their friends; and every so often when her eyes catch his he wonders if he’s imagining the spark in them.

**********

If it’s possible to get a concussion from tubing, Sam will have one by the end of the day.

Bucky’s head is already swimming and dizzy from being thrown from the inner tube half a dozen times, skipping across the surface of the lake like a stone - he’d always thought Steve was a wild driver on a bike, but in a boat, with two of his friends pulled behind and gripping the handles of a rubber tube? Steve is an absolute maniac.

Inside the boat, Angel leans against Steve’s seat and grips the railing to keep her balance, watching the boys behind them on their wild ride from hell.

“Are you sure you should be going this fast?” she speaks up, a little nervous. “Do you even have a boating license?”

“Don’t need one - I was born before the cutoff date, got grandfathered in,” Steve yells back over the engine and the rush of the waves underneath them. Glancing back and seeing Bucky and Sam still hanging on, he cuts the wheel sharply, the boat arcing through the water in a donut that sends them cutting over their own wake. From the boat, it’s a mild discomfort, the deck bouncing on each wave; from the tube, it’s game over.

She winces as it happens - the two of them go completely airborne on the tube, and with a final scream Sam loses his grip and tumbles sideways, knocking Bucky off into the water with him. Without their weight, the tube sways in the wind for a moment before it drops back to the water, upside down and empty.

“They’re down!” Wanda laughs, and Steve cuts the throttle down, idling slowly back to where the bright blue and green of life jackets bobs in the water a hundred feet away.

As they pull up alongside Sam and Bucky, Wanda drops the ladder and Angel makes her way to the back of the boat, pulling the rope to bring the tube back up to the boat.

“Oof,” Sam huffs as he hauls himself up the ladder, immediately unsnapping the buckles on his lifejacket. “I think I’m done - yeah. Yeah, I’m definitely done.” He shrugs the lifejacket off his shoulders and drops onto a seat at the front of the boat. “Hey, why don’t you get out there and let me drive, Steve?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Steve smiles innocently behind his sunglasses, his hair windblown and spiky. “I think I’m just getting the hang of driving this thing.”

“I think you need a little more practice, punk,” Bucky groans from the ladder. “But not with me back there. I thought Hydra scrambled my brains enough but-” he grabs a towel and scrubs the side of his head, trying to shake the water from his ears. “-you’ve got me mixed up like a fruit salad up here. Jesus.”

There’s always a downbeat, an awkward breath, when he makes jokes about Hydra. Steve winces a little, and Sam purses his lips; Wanda looks away, pushing her hair behind her ears. Bucky feels his cheeks flush, frustrated and embarrassed.

“It’s probably just early-onset Alzheimer’s,” Angel giggles, breaking the silence. “I mean, you’re pushing 102? 103?”

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Bucky narrows his eyes at her.

“I don’t look a day over 30, you know,” he huffs, feigning offense as he hip checks her on his way to the cooler for a beer.

“Ok, boomer,” she sighs. She’s wearing a necklace today, a single cowrie shell nestled at her collarbone, and she’s changed out the blue bikini for a tie-dye one that makes him thinks of cotton candy. With his metal hand, he snaps the cap off his beer and takes a swig, raising a brow towards her in question. Angel shakes her head. “I’m good - but I’ll take a water.”

They pass around the bottles of water, and a couple of snacks; it’s only early afternoon, and they’re loathe to waste any of the beautiful day, all of them sprawled across the boat, sunning themselves liberally. Wanda wonders aloud what they should do, if everyone is done getting roughed up on the tube.

“Well, we could drive around to the waterfall - maybe go cliff jumping,” Angel suggests, wiping watermelon juice from her chin. The huge Tupperware bowl of fruit they brought has gone down swinging between her and Steve, Sam picking through to find the strawberries.

“There’s a waterfall?” Steve sits up, a slice of cantaloupe in his hand. Angel nods, picking a seed from her teeth.

“Yeah, it’s around that way - not too far from here,” she turns and points around a bend in the shoreline, towards the north end of the lake. “We could at least just take a drive over there - the breeze would be nice.”

They all agree on that - it’s a cloudless day, brilliant and sweltering without the slightest wind to stir up the air across the water. Sam swipes his brow, more damp with sweat now than water, and takes a swig of his beer.

“Let’s go, Angel.” He raises his bottle in salute. “Before we all die of heatstroke.”

It’s a small waterfall, just a stream coming down from the hills surrounding the lake, and running faster today because of the last week’s rain; but the cove is lush and blooming with trees overhead, humming with the lazy buzz of insects and busy calls of birds. Angel kills the engine near the entrance and lets Steve drop the anchor - the water here is clean and deep, and the cliff face rises stark and bright out of the water, the rocks stained with age.

“Oh, wow - it’s so pretty,” Wanda smiles, snapping a picture of the waterfall with her phone.

“And quiet,” Bucky observes. He can’t hear the sounds of other boats on the water, the cries of other swimmers on the lake.

“Yeah, nobody ever comes back here,” Angel shrugs. “It’s kind of a secret little place - my family are always the only people here.”

One by one, they peel off their shirts and tug their lifejackets on, diving into the sun-warmed water. Angel leads the way towards the waterfall, showing them all a small break in the rocks with a natural set of steps and handholds she found with her brothers, and they climb up the rocks bit by bit, happily exploring.

“You ever climb all the way up there?” Sam asks, pointing to the top of the waterfall, where an outcropping of the rock juts out over the water.

“Yeah, a couple of times,” she nods, looking up. “We used to jump from the top. I never liked it much - I’m a little scared of heights.”

“Race you Tin Man,” Sam punches Bucky’s arm, and without waiting for confirmation, takes a running head start at the cliff wall, jumping up to the first handhold he sees and working his way up bit by bit. Bucky scowls, but not one to ignore a challenge, he follows close behind, overtaking Sam in a matter of minutes as he scales the wall with just his hands.

Hauling himself up over the edge, he stands above the waterfall, looking out over the lake. It’s still only mid-afternoon, and the glare of the sun on the water is nearly blinding. Far away, tiny boats circle and weave across the surface, their paths leaving figure 8’s in the waves. Below, he hears Wanda and Steve and Angel talking, cheering Sam on as he climbs the last few feet to the top.

“I win,” Bucky smiles as Sam’s huffing and sweaty face appears over the edge of the rock.

“I hate you,” Sam pants, but he takes the hand Bucky offers and scrambles up to stand beside him.

“Hell of a view.”

Sam props an arm on Bucky’s shoulder, an endlessly annoying habit he has, but Bucky refrains from smacking his hand away. They stare out at the water as Sam catches his breath.

“Yeah, it is.”

**********

When they finally make their way back to the boat, the sun has crept along the horizon towards the late afternoon angle, and their arms and legs ache from climbing the cliff walls over and over. Wanda massages her shoulders, slicking her hair into a little wet bun on top of her head. Angel follows behind her, dropping her lifejacket on her seat and wrapping a towel around her shoulders.

Last one up the ladder is Bucky, his arms heavy in the water, eyes stinging, but happily tired from a long day spent doing nothing important. He can’t remember the last time he got to do something like this - just be, just have fun, nothing hanging over his head and no thoughts of tomorrow. He pulls up the ladder after him, folding it onto the deck, and perches on the edge of a seat next to Angel, wondering where his towel has gone.

“Oh - oh, Bucky, you’re hurt,” Angel sits up and leans closer to him. He holds his breath, her face inches from his own - but her eyes are down on his hand.

His flesh hand, which is currently bleeding all over his bright blue swim trunks.

Shit. He hadn’t even noticed - hadn’t felt it at all, but he must have cut it on the climb. The cut runs cleanly through the pink flesh of his palm, welling blood that trickles down his wrist, mingling with the water that still clings to his skin. It triggers something, makes his brain stumble, the bright stain on his thigh - his shorts are probably ruined. He opens his mouth and starts to say something, but the sound sticks in his throat.

Smooth, soft fingers slide over his as Angel grabs his hand. Covering his palm with her own, she frowns down at the wound, as her hand starts to shimmer and glow. He feels the heat of her power soaking into his skin, brighter than the sunlight overhead. It starts to flow down his wrist, and he wants more of it - he wants to bask in it.

Too soon, though, it’s over. The cut wasn’t all that bad, and it only takes a moment to heal. But her hand lingers, palm brushing his, the tips of her fingers tracing his pulse on the delicate underside of his wrist, where the pale pink stain of blood lingers.

“Better?” she asks, looking up at him, long lashes shading her eyes. Tentatively, he allows his own fingers to trace her wrist.

“Yeah. Thank you,” he smiles.

“Any time.”

**********

That night, as the sun sinks down and the fireflies float lazily up from the warm ground, they gather around the fire pit in front of the house. Spread out in canvas lawn chairs, they toast their marshmallows on wire coat hangers, squishing them between graham crackers and chocolate squares. Steve is suspicious of the treat at first, unsure about the pairing and perpetually wary of sweets.

“Just try it,” Wanda rolls her eyes. “It’s the perfect treat, trust us.”

Skeptical, he sinks his perfect American teeth into the crackers, through the gooey marshmallow chocolate layer, the melted treat sticking to his lips as he pulls away. He chews thoughtfully, quietly, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he considers. The rest of the group awaits his verdict, nestled in their chairs with their own s’mores.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve agrees, shoving the rest of the dessert into his mouth. He licks his lips appreciatively. “You’ve got a point there.”

“You know, I think you would’ve had to give up being Captain America if you didn’t like them,” Clint smirks, one cheek stuffed full. “I mean, who doesn’t like s’mores?”

“Yeah, but is that technically an American thing?” Sam wonders, reaching for the package of graham crackers.

“Well I’ve never had them anywhere else,” Wanda counters. She’s nursing her second pineapple ale of the evening - a drink she discovered when they stopped into a grocery store for supplies, and insisted on buying 2 packs to bring to the cabin with them.

Bucky isn’t paying attention to the Great S’mores Debate, not even a little bit. He can hardly hear them talking; he stares across the fire, warm sparks drifting like the fireflies above, as Angel licks chocolate from her fingers. The bright pink tip of her tongue darts out against her fingertips, savoring what’s left of the treat; he finds that his own mouth is parched and dry, a curious kind of hunger growling low in his belly, despite having had his own fill of dinner and s’mores. As she slips her pinky finger into her mouth, her eyes catch his from the other side of the flames, the firelight dancing in her eyes as she holds his gaze. The corner of her mouth twitches up just slightly, and she winks.

She winks.

Then, as the conversation takes another twist towards some kind of dessert or another, she quietly slips from her chair and walks away unnoticed, picking her way down the familiar trail to the dock in the dark.

Bucky glances around the group, and gauging that their conversation should serve as enough of a distraction, mutters some kind of excuse about needing the bathroom before getting up to follow.

Seconds later, Natasha turns to look at them - Angel’s form just visible between the trees and Bucky trailing along behind. She smiles widely over her beer, before settling back into her chair with a sigh.

“Finally,” she huffs, taking a sip. “Took them long enough.”

“Oh my god, right?” Sam raises his hands in exasperation. “I thought I’d hit my 100th birthday before that dickhead made a move-”

**********

She’s sitting at the edge of the dock, past where the boats are moored for the night, one knee tucked up under her chin as her other leg dangles with her toe in the water. She must hear him coming, his footsteps intentional and loud to his own ears on the wooden planks, but she doesn’t turn around. The lake is soft and still, wearing moonlight like a a silk robe, rippling reflected light across the surface. Above them the sky is cloudless and star-filled, cooled to a rich deep blue after the blazing bright day.

“Sometimes I would come down here at night with my dad,” she says, when he stands right behind her, unsure if he’s allowed to sit, if he should ask. She tips her head up over her shoulder. “We’d fish a little - threw them all back, though.”

“You didn’t keep ‘em?” Bucky asks, settling down beside her on the dock, letting his legs hang over the edge.

“No,” she shakes her head, scrunching her nose. “I felt sorry for them. Didn’t wanna hurt them, you know?”

He just watches her, the soft line of her profile in starlight, a smile blooming in his heart.

“Always been an angel, huh.” He doesn’t mean to say it, at least not out loud, but once it’s out he finds himself glad.

She looks at him then, not answering, but searching out his gaze with her eyes - they flit between his own, pupils wide in the dark. He licks his lips, wonders what she’s looking for, what she sees.

“Have you ever been night-swimming?”

Her question comes out of the blue, catching him off guard. He blinks - her mischievous eyes never leave his face.

“Um. I-I don’t remember,” he fumbles. “I think so. Way back, during the war. Not so much for leisure though,” he smiles ruefully. “I just knew I smelled awful and didn’t wanna risk being caught with my pants down, literally, in broad day.”

It startles a laugh out of her, a loud one, and his pride swells, inflating in his chest. The smile stays fixed on his face as he looks back out at the lake.

“Wouldn’t mind sometime, though,” he hints. “It’s beautiful out there at night.”

“Let’s go then,” she grins, using her hands to push herself up to stand above him. He blinks up, dumb at the flash of her smile.

“But, well…” he falters. “I should run back up to the house, I don’t have my trunks-”

“So?” she interrupts with a careless shrug. There’s something in her smile, and he doesn’t quite understand what she means until she reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and-

Oh. Oh.

Easy as that, smooth as a wave, she peels her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Her soft cotton bralette comes next, unhooked and slid down her arms, dropped onto the pile with her shirt. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he swears, but he can’t bring himself to lower his gaze. She turns away with a little smile as she shimmies her shorts down, kicking them behind her to join the rest of her clothes, and he thinks he might combust if, oh god, there go her panties-

The cool splash of water as she jumps in jolts him back to himself, wakes him from the trance he fell into at the display of her body, her sweet summer skin, still smelling of coconut and watermelon. Her head bobs up a couple of yards past the dock, treading water.

“You coming or what?” she dares, feeling less bold now, but what the hell - she made her move. The water has cooled since the sun went down, and a little shiver runs through her. Yes, she certainly made a move. She bites her lip and watches him, waiting, hoping.

When he stands, she holds her breath - will he leave? Will he turn her down? Will he still be her friend? Then he reaches a hand behind his back and tugs his shirt up over his head, throwing it down onto the dock next to hers.

He’s every bit as beautiful by moonlight as he is in broad day - she’s always thought so, but kept it to herself, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Now though…she admires him, as she allowed him to admire her; watches closely every long line of his body revealed to her as he undresses, the golden tan he’s earned the last few days on the lake, the course hair covering his chest, the sliding shadows of muscle beneath his skin…

Before he can second guess himself, Bucky dives in and joins her, popping up out of the water just a few feet away and slicking his hair back from his face. She smiles, playfully backing away; he grins right back as he gives chase, following slow but determined.

“See? Fun, right?” Angel giggles, feeling her heart beat a wild rhythm and hoping he can’t hear it. Bucky chuckles back, not answering, swimming just a few inches closer. The outline of her body glows in the moonlight, though he tries not to stare beneath the water.

“You’ve definitely convinced me,” he agrees. They drift out a little further - still not too far from the dock or the shore, but their little game of cat and mouse leads them out several yards. “You bring all the boys out here? Is it gonna be Sam’s turn tomorrow?”

“Hm…I haven’t decided yet,” she muses, pretending to consider it. “I think I’d ask Steve first - unless you think he wouldn’t be game for it.”

“Trust me, I know Steve Rogers,” Bucky laughs. “He’d die of embarrassment.”

“You’re probably right,” Angel grins. “Then maybe it is Sam’s turn.”

“Aw, you’re breaking’ my heart, Angel,” Bucky pouts, giving her the full force of his baby blues, a look he only ever reserved for his mother. Angel doesn’t fall for it; instead, she rolls her eyes and splashes a handful of water right in his face.

“You’ll be fine,” she shrugs, but hides her smile by ducking her head half down, nearly concealed in the water.

“No, I won’t,” he insists. He’s barely a foot away from her now. “I’m wounded, Angel. Really. I’m real hurt - I need your help.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah - I may not survive. You gotta help me.”

“Well, I think that’s in my job description.” Her eyes are full of moonlight, her face inches from his own. “Where are you hurt?”

He grabs her hand and places her palm firmly over his heart.

“Right here, honey,” he whispers, silly grin firmly in place. “You hurt me real bad.”

On cue, her palm starts to glow, the light filtering up through the water in glittering ripples that flicker across their faces. Just over his heart, his skin warms at her touch, a surge of energy and light and life straight into him, deep and true.

“Anywhere else?” she asks, her own voice so soft, barely heard over the cicadas in the trees.

“Yeah…here.” Taking hold of her other hand, he draws her arms up around his shoulders. His smirk twitches. “Must’ve pulled something climbing those cliffs.”

“Uh huh, sure,” she rolls her eyes, but ignites her hands anyway, the healing warmth soaking into his sore muscles and the ever-tender skin surrounding his metal arm. Not one to complain, he never mentions the trouble it causes, constant weight on his shoulders and neck, often giving him tension headaches at the base of skull. But here she is, melting it all away with a touch.

Slowly, cautiously, he lets his hands slide around her waist, thumbs gently brushing her last rib. Beneath his palms he feels her breath stutter and catch, her heart picking up. Their feet accidentally kick one another as they attempt to keep treading water, and she lets him wrap one of her legs around his waist to keep from kicking her.

“Anything else?” she whispers. He traces her face with his eyes, unable to distinguish her own glow from that of the moon beaming down on them. With a slow nod, Bucky rests his forehead against hers, shares a breath.

“Here,” he says, and tilts his head the last couple of inches until his lips meet hers.

In an instant, he feels warm all over; though his eyes are closed, he can see the light behind them like sun through closed blinds. It nearly burns, hot and holy and aching sweet, and his toes curl with it. She breaks away for a moment, just to smile so blindingly, sunbeams breaking beneath her radiant skin - and dives back in, laughing into his mouth as he tightens his hold and her hands go to his hair.

Adrift in a summer-warm lake, under a swollen July moon, they kiss and laugh and touch and play.

Under a moon half as bright, they glow.

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mystic-helena · 4 years

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S/o who likes to sing!

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, and Belphie (obey me!)

This is my first time writing anything at all, and I disappointed myself because it didn't turn out very well and Belphie's part was way too short-

Hope you enjoy it!

-Lena (yeah, I changed my name akzihxjs)

@drxxmofyou

Lucifer

In your defense this wasn't planned.

You only were going to try to cook something edible from the kitchen and be right back to your room.

And put some music on at a totally not acceptable volume.

At four in the morning.

Ok, maybe this isn't the best plan, but it is the best thing you could think at that hour.

Anyway, that was what you were going to do.

Now you were singing Bring me to life, progressively augmenting the volume until you were just shouting the lyrics like you were on a concert, jumping around the room dancing and having the time of your life.

Also ignoring the cup of noodles waiting patiently for you at the microwave.

Lucifer had enough of listening someone yelling and honestly, he was seriously thinking about scare the shit out of whoever was the source of the noise.

While he stormed down the stairs in your direction the song came to an end and you turned to your D.D.D and started looking for another one- until you found the perfect song. It was literally named Perfect.

The first born was about to open the door just when you started singing: this time sweetly and calm.

At that very moment he stood still and remembered why he loves you with all his heart. Anyways, nothing could go wrong from taking a peek of the inside of the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen and long forgotten about the food, was a happy and radiant y/n with their eyes closed, gesturing dramatically with one and holding a mic wooden spoon with the other.

The demon was now peeking his head through the door with his s/o's back facing him, so there was only one thing to do.

He walked in quietly and hugged you from behind, humming softly along the song.

That caused you a nearly heart attack and you algo let out a yelp.

It took you a second to come back to your senses and keep singing, leave the improvised mic now at the counter and turn around in his arms to face him with a lovely smile.

Mammon

Like almost every day Mammon slammed the door open and seconds later was lying in your bed, waiting for you to come out of the bathroom to start ranting about every mean thing his brothers told him and the new plan he made to make easy money.

Sure, he has a huge little crush on you and likes to get to your nerves from time to time, but he would never disrespect your privacy and that was the reason he always wait for you looking at his D.D.D and facing the opposite direction of your bathroom door.

There are several days when he stared or kinda zoomed out looking at the black screen because a) his battery ran out or b) he just didn't want to be scrolling through Devilgram or either reading the sometimes mean comments on his posted pics.

Today was an exception. He's been the whole day singing under his breath a concrete song to prove a point he's smarter than his dear brothers think he is, the point was check if you pay the same attention to him as him to you- which you obviously did, he is your first and favorite demon of the family, not to mention he is your love interest.

Ok so, the second born turned off his phone (it can be called a phone too, i guess?) and closed his eyes when he heard you raising the volume and start singing Fly me to the moon, the same song he's been waiting for you to sing.

Happiness filled him as he heard his beloved y/n sang happily, muffed by the sound of water falling and a wall that separate them from him.

Once you finished showering and the song came to the end, you came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and wet hair, to be received by a teary demon who was covering his face with his hands.

“Mammon? what’s wro-” you started to say concerned, but then you saw his smile and you understood. Those were tears of happiness. Your body moved on it’s own and hugged him.

“Y/n?” “Yes?” “I... Please don’t tell my brothers that I cried” “I won’t” “Y-yeah, ‘cause The Great Mammon doesn’t cry y’know and-” “I know, ‘you should be glad ‘cause the great mammon is allowing you to hug him’“ “Yeah, that’s what I was gonna say...”

He was actually going to say “I love you”, but we’ll leave the confessions for another day.

Leviathan

You love singing and this lil’ shit he knew it, so he proposed to watch an anime with a catchy opening.

The first few episodes you just ignored it, but the more times you listened it the louder you sang.

And now you both were screaming your lungs out while watching the opening of the last episode of the first season of My Hero Academia.

Levi loved the way your eyes seem to light up when you sing and how you take his hand and dance to the rhythm of the music but he would never tell you that.

Also, he loves you more than he love Ruri-chan and that was something he told you whispering, when you where asleep.

Anyway, in this very moment you were very bored and a brilliant idea crossed your mind.

How would your boyfriend react to you singing something special for him? What would he do if you sang your love for him?

You didn't know. Yet.

The avatar of envy was chilling at his room playing some online game (Devilwatch? League of Demons? Something like that) when you opened the door and quickly let yourself in.

At first he didn't even knew you were in there, but seconds later you started singing and making your way to him.

Poor boy blushed hard

His beautiful s/o was telling him that they love him just the way he is.

Was he back to the heaven? Did his brothers convinced y/n to prank him? Or was he dreaming? Yeah, that must be a dream, anytime he would wake up and-

The screen of the computer turned black because of the inactivity and his character died- he didn't care about that.

You were now turning his chair so he was facing you and he almost choked because your face was inches away from his own. Almost is the key word.

"… And when you smile- the whole world stops and stares for a while… 'Cause boy you're amazing, just the way you are."

The lyrics ended, you leaned in and kissed him.

Belphegor

Who would have thought the avatar of literally laziness had trouble sleeping? Nobody. And they were right, he didn't have trouble sleeping, Belphie just like to hear you sing.

It all started one day at your room. Mammon didn't have any sleep last night and you like the good soul you are wanted to help him, so you forced him to lay down with his head on your lap and while your fingers played with his hair, your voice sang a calming song.

Ten seconds later the second born was out.

And Belphie realized. He wanted that too.

Two weeks later, the same situation happened repeatedly and he was seriously thinking about doing something. What, you may ask? Something.

It seemed suspicious for you. Bel, the boy who sleeps all day and night, was now telling you he couldn't get at least five minutes of sleep? Yeah, he answered. Ok then, you believe him. Really y/n?

And this is the story of why you currently are singing while he's fake asleep.

He loves listening your voice and is more than happy with the fact that despite he hurt you, you still want him around.

#mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me!#obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! lucifer #obey me! belphegor #obey me! belphie #obey me! x reader #i dont know what this is #akjxjxnsk #also idk what else to tag

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Affinity - Ch. 11 (10.11)

McDanno, A03, 20k so far (2k this chapter)

A continuous story of season 10 episode codas. Steve may describe their relationship as a dysfunctional marriage, but at some point, will he and Danny take a closer look at what it really could be? (The answer is yes).

Chapter 11

Danny grins as Steve comes out of the bathroom, still damp from his shower, a pink and green flowered towel wrapped low around his waist. This was a fantastic idea.

“See something you like?” Steve asks, putting a little swing in his step. “Because there’s another one in there with purple flowers. Plumeria, I think.”

Danny steps up close to him and runs a finger around the top of the towel, around the jut of Steve’s hipbone. “I’m pretty sure there’s an orange one, too,” he says, his still clad chest pressing against Steve’s wet skin. “And,” he says, letting his voice drop lower, “turquoise.”

“You sure know how to treat a man,” Steve says, tilting his head to let Danny nuzzle against his cheek.

“Now you don’t have to worry about me using up all your clean towels. And Grace is away at school – she’ll never miss ‘em.”

“You charmer,” Steve says. But just as Danny tugs on the edge of his towel, Steve grabs hold. “Nope. Go shower. You smell like your house.”

Danny’s eyes fly open. “No – ugh - really? All day and you just now said-” He’s sniffing under his arms to see how bad it is when Steve bursts out laughing.

“No, I’m joking, stop it,” Steve says, pulling Danny close. “You smell just fine.”

Danny huffs, the flush of embarrassment still warming his cheeks. “You’re an ass.”

“I’m sorry, I am. Come here,” Steve says, one hand low on Danny’s back, the other cupping his cheek. “You smell great.” Steve digs his face into Danny’s neck and inhales deeply. “I love how you smell.”

It should be weird, Danny thinks, but instead it’s just turning him on. It doesn’t hurt that Steve is unbuttoning his dress shirt, kissing his way down Danny’s chest, making appreciative noises as he goes. Steve straightens up to slide Danny’s shirt off his shoulders, and Steve’s pink towel falls off too.

Danny can’t help but sneak a peek down Steve’s length. He’s still every inch the Adonis. Steve may worry that he’s not as fit as he once was, but Danny can’t find a single flaw on his toned body.

“What?” Steve catches him staring, but Danny has no shame about it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, babe. Look at you.” Danny takes one more appreciative look, then steps in for a teasingly chaste kiss. “You’re amazing,” he says, holding Steve’s gaze.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Steve says, a pleased smile on his face.

They make quick work of the rest of Danny’s clothes, and Steve tugs Danny into bed. They actually made it home tonight at a reasonable hour, they haven’t been in any gunfights recently, and neither one of them has even a recent injury. It seems like it’s too good to be true.

They’re both getting close, Steve with his hand around Danny’s cock and Danny pulling at Steve’s, when they hear a shout from downstairs.

Danny freezes.

“Danny – what’s wrong? I’m good, keep going-” It actually makes Danny a little proud that Steve was so involved that he didn’t hear the first shout, but he hears the second one.

“Guys, I’m here,” Junior’s voice comes from downstairs. “Tani’s got a thing with her brother, so… I’m, um, gonna go for a run, maybe, okay? I’ll take the dog.”

“Shit,” Steve says. He belatedly stops jerking Danny.

“A long run. I’m going for a <i>long</i> run. See you in, uh, at least an hour. Bye!”

The door slams shut.

Danny lets out a long breath, his heart still pounding in his ears.

Steve snorts against his shoulder, and shifts closer, his hand sliding down Danny’s body and curling around his cock again.

“Are you – really – you can really just?” Danny tries to protest, but his body apparently doesn’t care at all that Junior practically walked in on them. It’s still one hundred percent on board with the sexy Steve program.

“I can, and I will,” Steve says. “It’s all about focus.” Steve sucks at Danny’s collarbone, and then kisses down his chest. “You’re so hairy.” He pauses, nuzzling at Danny’s belly. “Can I?”

Danny is distracted by the way Steve’s looking up at him through his lashes, pupils dark, when he realizes what Steve is asking. They haven’t done anything yet except use their hands on each other, and while Danny would have been perfectly fine continuing on that path for the rest of his life, he’s certainly not averse to trying something else.

“Okay.”

Steve grins, and shifts around so that he’s between Danny’s legs. Danny feels suddenly exposed, and he’s not sure what to do with his hands, but Steve lurches forward and kisses him soundly until he starts to relax.

“We can just go back to what we were doing,” Steve whispers in Danny’s ear, lying pressed against him, heavy and warm, fingers tracing patterns on Danny’s chest. “I’m good either way.”

“No, it’s good,” Danny says, hips moving restlessly against Steve. “You can keep going.”

“Cool,” Steve says, and happily slides back down.

Danny has a scant moment to reflect on how easy this is, how much fun, before Steve’s mouth is on him and he can’t think about anything else. The wet heat and suction are overwhelming. It’s not as if he’s never had a blow job before, but Steve is particularly skilled and Danny is in heaven.

It’s a little different, too, and all the better for it. The scratch of Steve’s beard on his sensitive skin is something that he didn’t know he’d love until it happens, and it only intensifies his arousal. Steve does something wonderful with his tongue, and then Danny’s coming undone in the most amazing way.

“Holy crap,” Danny says, when he can breathe again.

“Had to complete the mission,” Steve says. He smirks and butts his head against Danny’s.

“You did not just say that,” Danny says.

“Pretty sure I did.”

Danny swings a leg over Steve and leans over him, grinning down at Steve’s goofy face. He can’t really think of a come back, so he just devours him with wide mouthed kisses until Steve is breathing hard and rutting against his hip. Danny drags his teeth across Steve’s jaw, and spends a moment teasing at Steve’s ear, making him shiver delightfully.

Then Danny reaches down, taking hold of Steve’s cock. Danny loves the heavy feel of him. He’s rock hard, and bucks up into Danny’s touch. Danny figures this isn’t going to take long for Steve either, but he wants to make it good.

Danny keeps up a steady rhythm with his hand, while his mouth travels down Steve’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at first one nipple, then the other. Steve stifles a moan that would make a porn star proud, and Danny redoubles his efforts. When he gives Steve’s nipple a squeeze, Steve comes with a shout, spilling hot and wet over Danny’s hand.

It’s too early to go to bed, so they clean up and go downstairs, Steve taking the armchair, and Danny the couch. Junior comes in after they’ve almost finished a whole episode of The Crown – he clearly meant what he said about a taking long run. No one says a word about what Junior almost walked into.

Later, Danny sneaks into Steve’s bedroom after Junior has gone to sleep.

“I really think you should have just come up with me,” Steve says, tugging at the blankets and ruining the burrito Danny was creating for the two of them. “Junior’s got to know now. What’s the difference?”

“He might not know.”

“Danny.”

He might not, Danny insists in his own head. Junior is really oblivious. Danny turns over, pulling the blanket with him. Steve grunts and gets out of bed, returning with another quilt.

“Should I be offended?” Danny asks, looking back over his shoulder at Steve.

“You’re a blanket hog,” Steve replies. “I get cold at night.”

“We live in Hawaii.”

“And yet, you’re a blanket hog.”

“Okay, fine.” Danny turns back over and presses close against Steve, his head on his chest. “Give it.” He arranges the first blanket until it is evenly draped over them both. “Better?”

“Yes, Danny, it’s better.” Steve’s warm breath puffs against Danny’s scalp. “Night, Danno.”

“’Night.”

Danny’s dreaming about rescuing an angry NeNe goose from a bloody crime scene when he wakes with a jolt. Steve is thrashing next to him, clearly caught in a nightmare.

“Hey, buddy, wake up,” Danny says, his voice rough with sleep. He shakes Steve’s shoulder, but it doesn’t work.

“No, don’t – you can’t – no-” Steve mumbles, and then sits straight up in bed, eyes flashing open. “Leave him alone!”

“Steve!” Danny kneels in front of him, trying to catch his wide eyed gaze. “Steve, hey, it’s okay.” Danny cups his chin and tilts his face towards his own. “It’s okay, you’re home. You’re safe.”

“Commander, everything okay?” A voice comes from outside the door. Shit, shit, shit, thinks Danny.

“We’re good, Junior,” Danny says, heart racing. Then, quieter, “Steve, you with me?”

Steve’s eyes are still wide and glassy, but he slowly focuses on Danny, and his breathing begins to slow. “What happened?”

It’s strange to see him this disoriented. Usually nightmares don’t hit him this hard. “Just a bad dream, babe. You’re okay. You’re home on Oahu, in bed with me. It’s the middle of the night. That was Junior, just coming to check on you.”

Steve looks around the room, sees their clothes tossed together on a chair, the pink flowered towel hanging over the doorknob. “I’m home. With you.”

Danny sits back on his heels, and lets out a long breath. “Yeah.”

“Fuck.” Steve falls back against the pillows, grabbing Danny and taking him with him. Danny wraps his arms around him, stroking his shoulder and down his back.

“That one really got you, huh?” Danny asks.

Steve nods, his chin digging into Danny’s chest. “I really could stand to go a few more years without Wo Fat coming back to haunt me. Why does it always have to be him?”

“He’s dead and gone, babe. You took care of that.”

“But someone just raided Wo Fat’s leftover weapons stash, killing half a dozen people in the process. There’s got to be a connection to Wo Fat.”

“Wo Fat’s been dead for what, five years? Six?”

Steve shakes his head. “I know, but… that set-up at the empty storage building today - that was arranged specifically to send a message to us. It felt personal. How does he keep doing this to me?” Steve’s voice is a little desperate, and Danny’s heart goes out to him. He’d really like to be done with Wo Fat, too.

He remembers Steve confessing, after an evening drinking some very fine whiskey, that he hallucinated Wo Fat when he was trapped in the sensory deprivation tank. That was over a year ago. The poor guy deserves a break.

“Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Steve shuffles closer, pulling the blankets back up around them. “Sorry if I freaked you out.”

Danny huffs out a laugh. “It’s not the first time.”

“I’m not sure that’s particularly reassuring.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not gonna scare me off. Although I think Junior was a little concerned.”

Steve groans. “What are we going to tell him?”

Danny shrugs. “How about the truth?” There’s no way Junior doesn’t know by now, and all this sneaking around is losing its appeal.

“Can it wait ‘til morning?”

“Of course it can, babe.” Danny strokes Steve’s head, and leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” Steve shifts a little, getting comfortable against Danny’s chest, one knee pressed against Danny’s leg. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad the contractors kicked you out of your house. But,” Steve pushes up on an elbow and smiles at Danny. “I’m pretty sure you would have ended up back here anyway.”

#mcdanno #H50 #Hawaii Five-0 #10.11 #my fic

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Whumptober Day 13: “Stay.”

Bokuto’s eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t morning yet, he could tell from the lack of light seeping in through the curtains. Akaashi’s warmth was beside him, snoozing away, his head resting on the comfy pillows. A small part of Bokuto was proud, being able to wake up earlier than Akaashi for the first time ever.

His relief diminished when an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach took over. He grabbed the covers and pushed them off his body, that now felt scorching hot and uncomfortable. Fanning the air, he fell back and let his head hit the pillow. He became increasingly aware of the hot churning in his stomach, which he ignored obstinately.

Although he lay on the sheets that became soaked with his sweat, Bokuto couldn’t get himself back to sleep. His head seemed to be engulfed in a ball of fire, cooking his brains into mush. He screwed his eyes shut with all the strength he could muster, convincing himself the physical discomfort was temporary.

Bokuto’s skin was slick with sweat, but his throat was dried up, in dire need of fluids. Maybe a glass of water would provide him with relief, he thought. “Ah, dammit.” He grabbed a fistful of sheets, gathering up some momentum to lift himself up again. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard to peel his body off the bed.

Taking care not to wake up the snoozing Akaashi, Bokuto used his trembling arms to manoeuvre himself off the bed. His feet touching the ground became colder than the rest of his body, while his head remained scorching hot. His joints screamed at him when he put a foot forward to walk. He hadn’t overexerted himself yesterday, so there wasn’t a reason for him to be so tired.

Bokuto’s legs almost gave way on the way to the bathroom, and he placed his hand on the wall to guide himself in. All he wanted was a splash of water on his face, maybe a cool shower to wash off his sweat. Instead, he found himself kneeling in front of the toilet after the nauseous feeling in his stomach took over. He swallowed the spit pooling in his mouth, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The unpleasant sensation crept up his throat, forcing a dry heave out of him.

He had no idea why he was so sick. He’d had food poisoning and dreadful hangover before, and neither of them compared to how horrible his entire body felt right there and then. His body seemed to radiate heat onto everything he touched, and his head hung over the toilet while he waited for the inevitable to come.

After what Bokuto could only guess was hours of waiting on the cold bathroom tiles, his body somehow burned even worse. He needed to vomit, if he wanted any sort of relief from the painful churning around his midsection. He forced himself to take deep breaths, each exhale bringing his stomach contents a little further up his throat.

When the inevitable finally happened, relief overtook Bokuto first. His stomach clenched hard, forcing warm vomit out of his mouth. He didn’t want to look at the mess that he had caused, and doing so made him throw up another stream of sick into the water. He spat out the disgusting mouthful and gagged until nothing came up except watery acid.

Bokuto couldn’t remember the last time he had been this unwell. His head spun as he reached to flush the toilet, curling in on himself to avoid the stimuli that made his head throb. The dizziness took over, gluing him to the one spot that he was slumped over at. His breath hot as he exhaled unevenly, he lay his head on the floor not caring about how unhygienic it was. He needed something cold he could press his skin against.

“Kou,” a voice whispered beside him, shaking him awake after he had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor. Bokuto let out a moan of discomfort, having been waken up from a rest that he desperately needed. “Oh god, you’re burning up.” Akaashi pulled his body towards him, holding him so that his palms rested on his chest.

“What’s happenin’, Keiji?” Bokuto leaned into Akaashi’s arms instinctively, seeking the comfort that his boyfriend gave him. The lack of nausea didn’t do much for him. His throat was scratched and sore, and his head pounded intensely. “I wanna go back to sleep.”

Gentle hands picked up Bokuto, carrying him back to his room. Akaashi was surprisingly strong enough to carry him, despite Bokuto being the obviously beefy one of the two. “I know, Koutarou.” Akaashi whispered, stroking Bokuto’s hair. “Why were you collapsed in the bathroom?”

“Felt… sick,” Bokuto murmured, rubbing his forehead against Akaashi’s shoulder. “I threw up earlier.” He let out a huff of comfort when Akaashi set him down on the bed, stripping off his drenched t-shirt and shorts and helping him into some fresh clothes.

“Try to get some more sleep, alright?” Akaashi made a sympathetic noise, placing his cool palm on Bokuto’s cheek. Bokuto let out a whine, reaching up to hold his boyfriend’s hand against his face. “Is there anything you want me to get? Does an ice pack sound nice?”

Bokuto’s glossy eyes lit up. “Yeah,” he choked out. The idea of something cool against his head or the side of his neck sounded like heaven. “And maybe some water…” he added, his threat scorching hot and aching.

“I’ve got you,” Akaashi assured him, squeezing his arm tenderly before leaving the room to grab the supplies he needed to gather. Bokuto pressed the fabric of the pillow against the side of his head, gripping the covers. He breathed heavily, realising just how bad whatever he had come down with was.

Without delay, Akaashi came back in with a soft clatter to indicate that he had brought multiple things for Bokuto with him. “Tell me if it’s too cold.” He placed two small ice packs on either side of Bokuto’s neck, and he let out an exhale of contentment. “Here’s a basin if you feel nauseous again.” Akaashi spread some towels out on the bed and sat the basin on it, handing Bokuto a glass of water with ice chips inside.

“I love you, Keiji.” Bokuto sipped his drink, delirious from the fever. The cold water felt amazing going down his abused throat, and he sucked on the ice chips until his entire mouth was numb from the cold. “You’re an amazing boyfriend, y’know that?” He slurred, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

With a loving sigh, Akaashi caressed Bokuto’s floppy hair. “Get better soon, Kou. I love you very much too.” He sat on the bed beside Bokuto, whispering to him until his breathing evened out and his eyelids closed.

The peaceful sleep Bokuto fell into didn’t last nearly as long as he needed it to. His eyes filled with tears as he woke up, looking around for anything that gave off light. The room was too dark. Something bad was going to happen, he was sure of it.

“Keiji,” Bokuto called out, tears dripping down from his chin. Fear grasped his heart, twisting it in a cruel manner, torturing his mind. Everything was too warm, and the heat trapped him where he was. “Keiji, please come here!” He stuttered, sobbing harder until he couldn’t breathe properly.

Nobody was there to help him. He was going to melt into the darkness, taken and forgotten. His cries reached a louder volume, until all he could hear was his own panicked bawling. Tear streaks covered his cheeks, which were still flushed from the fever that burned him alive.

“Shh, Kou. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Akaashi, who had picked up on his sobbing, was by his side in a second, rubbing his back in a steady rhythm to calm him down. “It’s just a dream, see? You’re here with me, Koutarou. You’re safe here.”

Bokuto wailed, grabbing hold of Akaashi’s arm for dear life. “Keiji, it’s scary.” He trembled, his breathing coming in hitched, shallow gasps. “I’m gonna be sick again.”

That was all the warning Akaashi got before Bokuto hiccuped thickly and brought up a splash of clear vomit into the basin. Akaashi had only positioned the container under Bokuto’s chin just in time. “You’re going to be okay. I’m real, Kou. Listen to me.” Akaashi held Bokuto’s midsection as he puked the remainder of his stomach contents out, the tears never stopping.

Bokuto’s throat burned, and the amount of heaving he had done in one night hurt his entire upper stomach region. “It hurts,” he whimpered, in a way that could only be seen as pitiful. The fever dream had caused his sickness to flare up even worse, and he was sitting up holding a basin filled with his own vomit.

“It’s all right. It’s over, Kou. You can rest now.” Akaashi took the basin away from Bokuto, before the sight and smell could make him sick again. “I’ll get something to help you feel better. Do you think you can wait here for a few minutes?”

Bokuto shook his head, tugging on Akaashi’s sleeve. “Stay.” He wrapped his warm arms around his boyfriend, latching onto his body until he couldn’t move. “Help me go to sleep again, Keiji. I don’t wanna have another nightmare.”

“I will.” Akaashi resigned himself to his fate, whispering comforting words beside Bokuto to lull him into a gentle sleep again. “You won’t have any more nightmares, I promise.”

#BokuAka #Whumptober #tw vomit #sickfic #Bokuto Koutarou #akaashi keiji

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King Sized Revelations - Part 5

Pairing: Liam and MC (Catherine) Rating: Adult (NSFW)

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While Liam heads off to the summit for the last meeting in Switzerland, Catherine spends the morning catching up with a newly discovered member of the family.

Pixelberry owns all characters except for the ones I have created for my story. If you want to catch up, here is my Master list. As always, I appreciate your comments and thanks for reading!

As you sit in anguish over what to do next, Liam takes your hand as a comforting gesture and you look at him for encouragement.

“Liam… I…” “Would you like me to clarify this, my love?”

Being speechless, you can only nod as Liam kisses you on the cheek and then turns to Ely.

“Ely, I don’t believe you mentioned where you had lived in America.” “I didn’t? Well… it was in New York. Brooklyn to be exact. Why do you ask?”

Liam glances over, still holding your hand and you give him a nod.

“New York is Catherine’s origin of birth…” “Oh? Where in New York? “Mr. Stokes… Ely… I grew up in Brooklyn also…”

Ely begins to tremble, and he reaches across the table for your hand, his words catch in his throat as he begins to speak. His eyes searching yours in hope.

“May I… would you tell me your last name?” “It’s… it was Beckham…” “Oh dear God in heaven! I knew I’d find you someday…”

Tears well up in your eyes as you and Ely sob uncontrollably, he grasps your hand tighter.

“Catherine… my dear sweet baby Cat… I never dreamed I’d find you. I am so sorry…”

“I can’t say, ‘it’s okay’, but I do understand. It seems like you did all you could at the time.” “How did… I mean, were you adopted by a nice family like I had hoped?” “I think there were several attempts while I was an infant, but for one reason or another it just never happened… I didn’t really question it too much… maybe I was afraid of the answer…” “Oh God… please tell me you didn’t spend your youth in that orphanage…” “I was placed in foster care a few times and then by the time I was a teenager, I refused any further placements… I wanted to stay at the orphanage… those kids needed me…”

You three sit talking about the details for hours. You talk about how you tried to locate family as you got older but a fire had destroyed all records and the only thing you knew was your name, date of birth and where you were born… before leaving one of the Sisters had given you a picture of your mother, which you still carry even to this day. Ely tells you stories about your mother and what little he knew of your father and his family. Liam only interjects a few words occasionally as he is more interested in witnessing your happiness at finally being able to connect with your roots. It is never mentioned that you and Liam are the King and Queen of Cordonia… At least not yet…

After exchanging phone numbers and a promise to keep in touch, you and Ely embrace. He and Liam shake hands and you both head back to the hotel and Ely back to his dwelling. Liam wraps a loving arm around your waist as you walk.

“So, how are you feeling now that you finally have some answers my love?” “I’m glad to know I wasn’t just abandoned… you know, I really never had any hatred toward anyone… I just needed to know for sure I guess.” “Catherine, you are truly the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. I don’t think I could have been so forgiving given the same situation… and the way you looked out for the other children… I see now where your kindness and generosity was born.” “Well, I had adapted and accepted my circumstances, but they were all still trying to figure things out. I just wanted them to know someone cared about them and would always have their back. And besides, I had decided to make a difference, instead of becoming one of the statistics. I’d seen more than enough misery to last a lifetime, and I knew there was more to life than that.” “You are truly a remarkable woman. I’m so glad you chose me, Catherine.” “If I’m not mistaken, my king… I believe it was you who chose me.” “I couldn’t, not for one second, image my life without you.”

He kisses your cheek as you both enter the hotel and head to the private elevator where a few guards who followed on your outing, have come in behind you. After entering the suite, you sigh and plop down on the couch, kicking your shoes off and lay back on a few pillows. Liam checks his phone for messages and then sits down next to you, raising your legs and then rests them on his. He starts massaging your perfectly manicured feet as you smile and touch his cheek.

“You’re too good to me Liam.” “Nothing’s too good for you my love.” “This is so relaxing... just what I needed.” “That is my hope.”

You yawn and close your eyes as Liam continues rubbing your feet and before long you have fallen asleep. He watches you, smiling in adoration. After a while, he quietly gets up and goes to the bedroom turning down the covers on the bed. He then comes back to the couch picking you up tenderly into his arms… subconsciously you wrap yours around his neck while he carries you to the bedroom. He carefully lays you on the bed and with gentle hands, he removes your clothing and pulls the sheet up over you, kissing your forehead. He goes to the other side and disrobes then slips in beside you. He turns off the light and, in your sleep, you instinctively reach for him and he pulls you close whispering softly…

“I love you, Catherine.” “Hmm… I love you too…Liam.”

The next morning Liam awakens before his alarm goes off. This is the last day of the summit and he is feeling confident. He kisses your cheek and then goes to take a shower. You wake up not long after and reach for him only to find he is not there. You hear the running water from the shower and upon opening the bathroom door, the steam wafts out past you. You walk over and pull back a small section of the curtain.

“Is there room for me?” “Of course.”

Liam smiles pulling the curtain back to allow you entrance. When you are fully inside, he closes it and places his soapy arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss.

“Mmmm… what a way to start the morning…” “The only way in my opinion…” “Do you want my help?” “Always…”

After a thorough, yet sensual cleansing of each other’s body, you then move to the hair… carefully massaging in the shampoo between heated kisses. Liam steps aside so you can fully rinse your hair. He holds you around the waist for support and before you finish wiping the water from your eyes, he pulls you into a tight embrace and begins trailing kisses down your neck.

“Oh, Liam…” “I think we should take advantage of this moment alone.” “Mmm… yeah, I like that idea…”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. As the steaming water flows down both your bodies his hands roam effortlessly over you, tracing a line up your thigh to your waist, then up your stomach until he reaches the curve of your breast. You gasp.

“Ahh…”

He runs a finger along your jaw and when the tip of his finger reaches your chin, he tilts your head back and gently kisses your neck. He lets out a gentle moan.

“Mmmm...”

Liam backs you up against the shower wall and raises your leg around his waist as he holds it in place and gently slides inside you. You both gasp in pleasure as your bodies move in perfect rhythm. Liam presses against you, going deeper as the water caresses you. With your hands on his shoulders like an anchor, you pick up the tempo and burst into a deep moan.

“Oh, Liam…Yes!”

Liam grasps your thigh firmly and drives harder… with clenched jaws, and your name on his lips, he spills his heat inside you…

“Oh, Catherine…”

You stand, holding each other as the water trickles over your bodies. Liam releases your leg, letting it gently slide back down. He holds you for a moment and then kisses you tenderly on the curve of your neck and then your lips. Once you’ve both caught your breath, you each take a turn under the water to rinse when suddenly, it starts to run cold.

“I think we used up the last of the hot water.” “Who needs hot water when we’ve got each other?” “Mmm… you do have a point.”

You turn off the water and then hurriedly dry each other. You wrap a towel around your wet hair and Liam wraps one around his waist. You head to the bedroom to get dressed while Liam stays behind to shave, and then dry his hair. He walks over to the bed where you have neatly laid out his clothing for the day.

“Always so thoughtful.” “I like taking care of you.” “You’ll get no complaints from me.”

He puts on his underwear and socks and then pulls on his trousers. You hold up his shirt where he puts it on and then you button it up. While he puts on his jacket and bow tie, you retrieve his shoes as he slips them on. You straighten his jacket and brush down the lapels as he smiles at you.

“What?” “I don’t know how I ever managed without you, my love.” “A simple thank you would suffice.”

He leans in and kisses you lovingly.

“Thank you for taking such excellent care of me.” “I do my best. Now, what time will your meeting be over today?” “I’m not quite sure. If all goes well, we should wrap it up by noon.” “Want to hang out with me afterward? I’d like to see more of this city with you before we go home.” “That is a wonderful idea. Do you want to meet me at the venue?” “I’m not sure where it is.” “I’ll send the limo. The driver knows how to get there.” “Alright. It’s a date!” “How do I look?” “Like you’re about to solve the world’s problems…” “One step at a time my love.”

Liam wraps his arms around you pulling you in for a tender embrace and kisses you lovingly on your lips.

“Are you thinking about getting in touch with your grandfather today?” “Hmm… it kind of sounds weird calling him ‘grandfather’… I will probably call and see what he’s up to this morning. Do you think he’s awake yet?” “There’s only one way to find out…” “I’ll call him in a bit, but right now you need some nourishment before you leave. Want me to scramble you a couple of eggs and maybe toast?” “Sorry love, but I haven’t the time. I want to arrive early and get prepared ahead of everyone else but, I will take a cappuccino if there’s one handy…” “I think I can manage that...”

You smile and head off to the kitchen still talking.

“While I’m at it, I’ll see if I can find something to take with you. Even a king can’t focus if he’s distracted by hunger.” “Alright my love.”

Liam gathers his briefcase and phone and heads toward the desk, opening the laptop for a last-minute check of his e-mail. You walk over with his cappuccino and place a breakfast bar in his briefcase. You sit on the arm of the chair and lean in to kiss his cheek. He smiles taking the cup and then a hefty sip.

“Mmmm… so good. Thank you, my love.” “Anytime. So what’s going on in Cordonia today?” “Nothing pressing for a change.”

Liam closes the laptop and reaches for you, pulling you into his lap.

“You know, we could probably stay another night if you’d like. And maybe invite Ely for an outing tomorrow… What do you think?” “I think it’s a wonderful idea.” “Good. I’ll speak to the front desk on my way out.” “I can take care of that, you don’t want to be late.”

You get up from his lap as Liam stands and he leans in to kiss you.

“I’ll see you this afternoon then.” “You are making Cordonia so proud… not to mention it’s queen.” “It means a lot to hear you say it. I’ll do my best.” “I know you will.”

You grab his lapel and pull him in for one last passionate kiss and when you pull back he is smiling.

“That will carry me through, my love…”

He grabs his briefcase and gives you one last peck on the cheek before exiting the suite. Before you reach the bedroom, you hear your phone ring. You rush to pick it up.

“Hello?” “Catherine, I hope I didn’t call too early…” “Oh hi, no I was just about to call you actually…” “I was hoping… if you’re not too busy… you might join me for breakfast. I make a pretty mean omelet…” “So you want me to come to your house?” “Well, yes… both of you. I don’t actually have privileges to cook anywhere else…” “Liam is at a… in a meeting this morning but I could join you.” “Wonderful. Let me give you directions…”

You walk to the desk and jot down the address and then head back to the bedroom to finish getting ready. You arrive with Mara in a rented SUV and she insists on going in with you.

“I should at least check things out, Your Majesty.” “How am I going to explain your presence? He doesn’t know about… well, about my title.” “No problem. Just tell him I’m you’re assistant.” “Yeah, I’ll just say you’re my nosey assistant.”

Mara doesn’t respond, she only smiles as you make your way to the front door of a quaint little cottage type dwelling. Ely opens the door with a bright smile and ushers both you and Mara inside.

“I didn’t know you’d be bringing a guest Catherine… but there’s plenty. Please come in, both of you. Welcome to my humble abode.” “Ely, this is my… assistant, Mara. She’s not staying, but she wanted to make sure… I made it okay.”

You lean in and whisper to Ely.

“I’m sorry, but she insisted…”

Ely smiles and nods as Mara begins walking around, but he notices her interest in the surroundings.

“Feel free to look around Mara. It’s not much, but I’m proud to say it’s mine.” “It’s a lovely home you have here Mr. Stokes.” “Call me Ely. Any friend of Catherine’s is a friend of mine.” “Thank you, Ely.”

Mara continues to explore and eventually finds her way into the other rooms. After a few minutes, she reappears in the living area and gives you a nod.

“Very charming Ely. I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on, so if you’ll excuse me.”

Mara turns to you.

“Your… uh… Catherine, your transportation will be waiting. I’ll just be outside when you’re ready. A pleasure to meet you, Ely.” “Nonsense Mara. You’re already here, why not stay and join us for breakfast? It’s pretty good if I do say so myself.” “She’s not really into omelets… isn’t that right Mara?” “Oh… yes. I think I’ll see what’s on the menu at that diner on the corner. That way I can keep… I mean, I can be near when you’re ready to leave.” “Well, suit yourself… but watch out for their muesli, they use raw milk. Not good for a sensitive stomach.” “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

Mara almost bows but catches herself, then casually waves and leaves as you breathe a sigh of relief and Ely leads you to the kitchen where an abundance of food awaits.

“Wow… everything looks delicious and smells wonderful.” “Not your typical breakfast I assume?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Traveling abroad. It doesn’t really give you the feel of a home cooked meal.” “Oh… Well, you’re not wrong, but I do make breakfast from time to time.” “So how long are you and Liam going to be here in Switzerland?” “He is finishing his business today, but we thought about staying another night to see some sights. Liam suggested we invite you along tomorrow for an outing if that’s something you’d be interested in. Maybe you could show us around.” “Well, yes. I’d like to get to know you two better. There is still so much I want to know about you, Catherine.” “Yeah, we do have a lot to catch up on...” “It’s a blessing to know you are happy. I imagine Liam is a big part of that.” “Oh yes. He’s the biggest part… I couldn’t ask for a better husband.” “Last night, watching you two together… it’s not hard to see the connection.” “He’s very special to me.” “Well, it’s not one-sided by any means. The way he looks at you I can tell he loves you very much.” “He’s never missed an opportunity to show me that. I am very blessed.” “So… how is the omelet? The best you ever had?” “It is delicious... you really can make a mean omelet! Are you sure you weren’t a cook in some fancy restaurant at some point?”

Ely laughs.

“I only learned to cook for myself after I settled here. I’m glad you like it though. Now, tell me more about yourself Catherine… how did you and Liam end up together?” “Well, it’s a funny story actually… He and his friends were on a vacation in New York at the time and they just so happened to wander into the bar I was working at….”

You tell him about the Statue of Liberty and how you had felt a connection with him almost immediately. You purposely leave out the parts that would reveal his or your identity. But you still have plenty of questions that Ely is only too eager to answer, so that made it easy to float the conversation away from Liam’s lineage. All the years of wondering about family, who you are and where you came from, find you both enthralled in discussion for several hours…

“My mother really was a beautiful soul, wasn’t she?” “Yes, she was… From what I can tell, you’re a lot like her. I bet you were as precocious as she was…”

After helping clean up the kitchen, Ely leads you back to the sitting room where a couple of photo albums rest on the coffee table. He takes you through each one, giving as much detail as he can remember. You are completely absorbed into ‘meeting’ your family after all this time… even if it is from a picture and a memory.

Before you know it, it’s almost time to meet Liam. As you and Ely walk to the door, he studies you intently for a moment and then hesitantly, he asks a question you were not prepared to answer just yet.

“You know Catherine, I’ve really enjoyed having you here today. You’ve answered many questions that have tormented me for years and for that I thank you. I only hope we can keep in touch now that we have found each other.” “Me too. It’s good to finally have some answers… I don’t know how often Liam and I can visit, but I promise to stay in touch. And we still have tomorrow…” “Yes. I look forward to it.” “So do I.”

Ely smiles and then his expression becomes more curious. He snickers.

“I have to tell you what happened this morning before you arrived…” “What’s that?” “Well, I was brewing a pot of coffee while listening to the news… That’s something I do regularly… and they were talking about this summit going on here in Zurich this week. I usually just tune it out while they drone on about it, but…”

You fidget with your purse, hoping he can’t see your growing anxiety. You hesitate but he doesn’t wait for a response…

“…I couldn’t help overhearing a familiar name amongst the world leaders that are attending.”

He takes a step closer, forcing your attention from your purse, back to him. As your eyes meet his, you realize the jig is up, but you still maintain composure.

“Oh? And what name was that exactly?” “Catherine, is there some reason why you didn’t tell me about you and Liam?”

Part 6 coming soon! I’ll be getting back to Liam’s mother’s letter in chapter 7 hopefully. Stay tuned!

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Nothing Else Matters part 3

Warning: Mentions of drinking

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,720

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

*haha this part might make you cringe at how cheesy it is...sorry

The stinging feeling of the alcohol as it made its way down your throat was almost unfamiliar to you. Sure you've drank before but not like this, not this heavily. You were a beer kind of girl, but tonight called for vodka. You were still l trying to wrap your mind around the fact that you had been rejected. You didn't know what was worse, actually being rejected or the reasons they rejected you. The letter stated many reasons why, mainly being that you had no professional training. That's understandable, they wanted someone who had gone to school for dancing. But how was it okay to reject a person for not coming from a wealthy family? For not matching their standards of beauty? That was not okay, not to you at least.

Your eyes skimmed over the exceedingly rude words yet again, "When you've taken care of your overall personal appearance and have gained a year or two of professional training, we can gladly have you back for another audition." Who the fuck gets off on saying these things?! They have no right! Re-reading the letter was only making you more and more melancholy. Trying to fight off the tears, you took another shot as a knock sounded at your door. Yoongi, you had completely forgotten that he was coming over.

Twisting the doorknob you opened the barrier between you and Yoongi. The sight of him and his cocky smile usually had your heart racing, but this time it had the opposite effect. Upon seeing him, you bit your lip as the unshed tears began to flow freely down your cheeks. Heavy sobs taking over your body. Yoongi immediately set the plastic bags of food and drinks down at his feet to envelope you in a tight hug. It robbed you of your breath.

"Y/n, you're too beautiful to be crying. Why are you crying?" You couldn't even get a word out without choking on them. You were gasping for breath that your lungs desperately needed. He rubbed your back and cooed various comforting phrases into your hair. You hadn't known how long you two had been standing there like that before you finally got your emotions and breathing under control.

You untangled yourself from him to wipe away the last of your tears on the sleeve of your hoodie. "Please come in," you finally managed to croak out. Picking up the bags and drinks, he headed to the island in the kitchen while you shut and locked your door. You walked off to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face to rid the evidence of your break down.

After patting your face dry you walked back into the kitchen to find Yoongi reading the letter you hadn't bothered to throw away yet. He felt your gaze on him and looked up at you.

"Y/n, I'm so-" you cut him off with a shake of your head. Your rejection was the last thing you wanted to talk about right now.

"I don't want to talk about it right now okay?" he simply nodded his head. You walked over to stash the bottle of liquor away and crumpled up the meaningless paper before throwing it in the trash.

You situated yourself on one of the stools that sat you at the island as he busied himself with getting plates and eating utensils for the food. "I hope you're hungry, I brought a lot." You chuckled at him, classic foodie Yoongi.

Your stomach growled as if on cue, "I'm starving actually." Your voice still sounded a bit hoarse but he paid no attention to that. "What did you bring?"

He began opening the many containers. "Mmm dumplings, gimbap, bibimbap, and chicken kalguksu." All of them were your favorites. He winked at you. "I knew that they're your favorites so that's why I got them. You worked so hard lately. I thought you deserved the best." You smiled at him, silently thanking the heavens for such a man in your life.

He twisted off the caps to a couple of beers and handed one to you, clinking his bottle against yours "Eat well y/n."

"Eat well Yoongi." you replied.

The two of you sat there for what seemed like hours, eating and talking. He let you in on some of the projects him and the boys were working on. You loved the way he lit up at the talk of music. Music for him is what dancing was for you. Life. Everything. You could sit there for an eternity and listen to him talk about his love for the subject. Even after the event of being rejected for the spot, something you desperately wanted, you found yourself smiling. Let's face it, you loved everything about Min Yoongi.

"What? Why are you smiling like that?" he asked nervously.

You sat up straight feeling heat rise to your cheeks, "No reason."

He smiled his gummy smile, "Sure. You're such a bad liar." He stood to start clearing the plates. You got up to put the leftovers in your fridge. Standing almost hip to hip, the two of you did the dishes. He washed, you dried and put away. He stole glances of you here and there and when you caught him he'd look away slightly embarrassed.

After the sink was clear of any mess, you made your way to the adjoining room when you felt the snap of the damp dish towel across your backside. Turning to point a finger at him, "Watch yourself Min Yoongi." Before you knew it, he was right up against you.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it hmm?" Surprising you again by taking the tip of your finger between his teeth and biting slightly, making you gasp.

"Ouch pabo! Why you gotta be so rude?" You shrieked. He released your finger with a laugh.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He pushed past you to sit on the couch and turned on the television. You could get used to the sight of him in that very spot. Without hesitation you settled down right next to him, not caring that you left no space between either of you.

“Hey! I was gonna pick a movie!" he complained when you snagged the remote out of his hand.

"You picked the movie last time. It's my turn." You chose Almost Famous. It was one of your all-time favorite movies. "Besides you haven't seen this one." He huffed but you knew he wasn't mad.

Neither of you spoke a word until you had looked at him for the millionth time trying to gauge his reaction to the movie. "Take a picture it'll last longer pabo," he said eyes never leaving the screen.

You pouted and crossed your arms at his comment. He chuckled at that and tugged on your sleeve to free your arm. You tried to keep them folded but gave up on the second tug, and he took your hand in his. Sweeping his thumb across your skin, the small gesture was so comforting. You laid your head on his shoulder, getting more comfortable as the ‘Tiny Dancer’ scene started playing before you. You hummed along with the classic song.

"This is your favo-" you shushed him. He remained quiet for the rest of the scene as well as the rest of the movie.

When it was finally over you answered his unfinished question, "Yes this is my favorite movie," you tried stifling a yawn but failed. "And yes that was my favorite part." Yawning once again after you finished the sentence.

Yoongi glared at you confusing you for a second before yawning himself. You broke out in laughter at his expression. "It is late. I didn't mean to keep you for so long." You apologized untangling yourself from him to stretch.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." he replied in a tone barely above a whisper. Those few simple words left your heart racing, you no longer felt tired. If anything, you have never felt more awake than in that moment.

He turned to you and brought his hands up to frame your face, "I mean it y/n. I want to be where you are." His warm breath sent goosebumps up and down your body.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else either Yoongi." You closed you're eyes in anticipation of his lips connecting with yours. It seemed like an eternity before you opened your eyes to see him staring at you. "Yoongi?" You nibbled on your lip nervously waiting for an answer. "What is it?"

His eyes bore into yours as his thumb pulled your lip from your teeth. "You're just so beautiful. So beautiful y/n, sometimes it hurts."

Your shaky gasp was swallowed by his lips as his mouth finally met yours. You leaned into the kiss you've been waiting for since you met him all those years ago. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand making its way up to the hair that met the bottom of his neck. Lightly grazing your fingertips through it, he groaned at the feeling. Without breaking the kiss he pulled you onto his lap, your legs setting on the sides of his. He moved his left hand to your lower back, pressing you closer as if that was possible. Feeling bold, you swept your tongue over his bottom lip asking to deepen the kiss. You could feel his fingers play with the hem of your hoodie as his tongue moved in perfect rhythm with yours. You whimpered when you felt his lips pull away from yours. Your forehead leaned against his, both of you not saying anything, trying to return your breathing to normal.

After a few moments Yoongi broke the silence, "Y/n please ask me to stay." You heard the desperation in his voice and decided to tease him.

"Now Yoongi, why would I ask such a thing?" The expression on his face made you giggle. You climbed off his lap and you started retreating towards your room. Glancing over your shoulder at a confused Yoongi and winked. "Are you coming or not?"

Making your way further into your room, not waiting for an answer because you knew what it was as soon as you heard to patter of footsteps behind you.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Sorry for the cheese factor in this chapter :P

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