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So I saw that you said you can take specific marauder requests. How about reader is insecure but the guys don't know it and she goes out to buy clothes and new lingerie that she thinks they might like because in her head she thinks if she doesn't look like the girls she researched they will leave her for either just eachother or all the other girls in the school. So when they are getting into it sirius realizes that she has a new bra (you can make up the rest of the scenario but preferably after he finds out she has a new bra angst happens and then fluffy smut and then the very end in fluff please)

What are you wearing? // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: The latest lingerie trend did not look comfortable in any way but you still fell for the marketing and purchased your own, assuming that the boys would want you to dress like everyone else. However, when you decided to show off your outfit to Sirius, his reaction is anything but positive as he sees how uncomfortable you are.

Requested by: Thank you for answering my beck and call for a specific Marauders idea, I hope you enjoy your request!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff (lots), foursome, self-doubt/low self-esteem, anxiety, crying/breakdown, pet names, making out, Remus has words of wisdom, discussing emotions, romantic gestures (a little cheesy), nipple play, body worship, dirty talk, teasing, begging, oral sex, fingering, possessive behaviour, restraints, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink (!), creampie, rough sex

Words: 8k

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It was the latest fashion, created by muggles to wear luxurious, expensive lingerie bodysuits that uncomfortably hugged curves and pushed your breasts into busty mounds that they unnaturally did not sit at. However from the whispers from other students as they secretly hide in corners, sharing magazines and boasting about which woman looked best in the underwear, it was what was the latest fashion and everyone seemed to be loving it. So despite the discomfort, despite the desire to itch your skin against the lace around your hips, you kept the lingerie under your uniform, hoping to surprise one of the boys throughout the day.

It wasn’t that you never wore nice underwear, usually, it was a simple lace bra that softly cupped your breasts, the material transparent enough that your areolas were visible and had your boyfriends dropping to their knees to beg at touching and worshipping your body.

But like previously mentioned, this new style of lingerie was apparently very in right now and you wanted to keep up with the latest trends, even more so to please Remus, James and Sirius. It was hard enough pleasing one boyfriend but three? It felt like endless pressure to keep up, even though you knew that feeling was only from the little devil on your shoulder, the one that spouted negative thoughts that you were never enough.

It was nothing on behalf of your boyfriend’s to make you feel this way. In fact, they always went above and beyond to show you how much you were truly loved. But then that voice in the back of your mind would come back, reminding you that they were the most popular men in school, had endless other students lusting over them and it felt like you were competing, even though you already had the prize.

So this was why you had decided to splash the cash on the expensive muggle lingerie and hide it beneath your uniform, hoping to keep the relationship exciting and alive with the hopes that one of your boyfriends would pull you into a spare cupboard and find the present beneath your button up shirt.

This came in the shape of Sirius Black who promptly entwined your fingers together after class, carrying both your bag and his on his shoulder and tugging you down a deserted corridor and into a dusty, dimly light classroom. Sirius may have come across to others as coming from a pure-blooded family and always pristinely dressed, but beneath all of that was his rebellious side. The part of him that wanted it dirty and rough and everything that didn’t match his exterior.

He dropped the bags onto the floor, causing a cloud of dust to waft into the air but that didn’t stop his movements as he pulled you further into the room, not even bothering to lock the door, another one of his little ‘Sirius’ things, loving the thought of being caught. As usual, your adrenaline was pumping through your veins, feeling giddy and ready to do whatever Sirius wanted, just needing to be close to him, to feel his hands on your body, his lips against your skin.

“Come here Darling, up on top”, Sirius patted the sizeable oak desk that was in the centre of the room, even bothering to wipe his hand across to create an area that was without dust, the perfect area for you to come and sit on.

Jumping up with the help of Sirius’ big hands on your waist, you sat on the edge of the desk, your skirt hiking up slightly so that the brisk wood nipped against the backs of your thighs. This didn’t stop you from spreading them, making room for your boyfriend as he slide his hands to cup your cheek.

Sirius’ citrus scent from his hair caressed your cheeks as he leaned down to capture your lips, urgent and devouring, leaving you breathless and grasping to hold onto his shirt. He had full control with his grip on your face, tilting your head so that he could deepen the kiss, tongue slipping into your open mouth, dancing to taste your spit.

A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he moved his body closer, his crotch pushing against yours as your legs hooked around the back of his knees. You were thoroughly and utterly consumed by him, breathing in the air from his mouth, the taste and smell of him, his warmth seeping into your skin. There was one thing you would never deny and that was how consumed you were by him, by each of your boyfriends, you had been since day one.

Sirius released his hold on your face with one hand but only because he needed to touch your skin, squeezing the soft area of your thigh and stroking up, further pushing your skirt to reveal the entire length of your leg. He didn’t stop though, exploring with a firm touch over your skirt and beneath the hem of your shirt, with the intent to pull your hips closer to rub his tented crotch harder against yours.

But then he suddenly froze, lips unmoving and a confused frown evidently etched into his handsome features as he pulled away to look down at where his fingers were feeling a strange material under your clothes.

You’d forgotten about your plan, through the lust-filled kisses and touches, it had slipped your mind what you were wearing.

Before Sirius could verbally ask what it was that he was feeling, you quickly beat him to it by breathlessly explaining, “I had a surprise”. With the adrenaline still pumping through your body, your fingers were shaking delicately as you removed your tie and unbuttoned your shirt, pushing the white material off of your shoulders, revealing the majority of the lingerie bodysuit.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, attempting to look seductive whilst further pushing your elbows underneath your already pushed-up breasts.

You weren’t sure exactly what reaction you were expecting, maybe a horny curse or a hunger search of your body with his eyes, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to ask in a disdained tone, “What are you wearing?”

Sirius lifted the hand that had been resting on your hip, up to the tight material on your chest, trying to slip his finger between your breast and the lingerie but unable to do so with how tight and uncomfortable the bodysuit was.

“I thought you’d like it”, you say earnestly, trying to keep the simmering panic at bay that was beginning to pound into your heart. Sirius’ confusion only increased as the line between his furrowed brows deepened, a single step back to put some distance between the two of you, your legs dropping to dangle over the edge of the desk again as he looked over what you were wearing.

“Why would you wear something like that? Are you even comfortable in it?” he asks with a hint of distaste, something you hadn’t anticipated for him to sound like at all.

You begin to stutter over your words, losing the confident seduction you’d been attempting to play off. “It’s…it’s not supposed rt to be comfortable, I wanted to look nice for you”.

This response only seemed to further upset Sirius as his eyes refused to meet yours, remaining only on the extravagant lingerie. “But you always look nice, you didn’t have to do this!” The rise of his voice startled you enough to quickly shrug the shirt back up your arms, crossing the material across your chest so that you were covered once more. Sirius finally snapped out of his upset to look into your eyes, the frown relaxing a touch so that he could slowly explain, “Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to dress a certain way to impress me, you know that”.

Embarrassment pooled in your stomach causing you to feel burning hot and slightly nauseous. Of all the reactions you expected, it wasn’t this. Yes, you may be dressing completely out of your comfort zone and only doing it to make the boys happy but you had to make an effort and this was the only way you thought how.

You tried to keep your voice from wavering as you explained, “Yes, but I just wanted to make a little bit of an effort. Anyway, everyone else has been wearing this sort of thing or enjoying the look of it. And I just thought you wouldn’t-”, your mouth slammed shut with an audible snap as you tried to keep the truth spilling from your lips.

Tears were beginning to line the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you hastily began to fasten the buttons on your shirt, eyes on your fingers and not daring to look up at your boyfriend.

You’d hoped that Sirius would let it go, the words and the bodysuit, maybe you could jump off the desk, find somewhere to remove the lingerie and it never be spoken about again. However, this of course was wishful thinking on your part as Sirius’ voice had dropped an octave as he asked, “I wouldn’t…what? Finish what you were about to say.”

Blatantly ignoring his questioning, you had finished buttoning your top, turning to look for the tie that you’d haphazardly discarded behind you on the desk but in the low lighting, it was hard to see, especially as the tears began to slip down your cheeks.

Sirius closed the gap between your bodies again, his hand gently cupping your jaw to tilt it in his direction, his eyes glazed in worry as he noticed your tears, quickly swiping them away with his thumb. “Tell me”, he encouraged but you could still hear the strain at the back of his throat.

It was like a dam opened within you, that small hope on the restraint that you had snapped. “That you wouldn’t be interested in me anymore if I didn’t try and keep up with the trends of what's hot. Or that if I didn’t try, you’d all think you’re missing out on something so yes, this bodysuit is a little uncomfortable but I just wanted to impress you all so you didn’t think I wasn’t attractive or that you’d fall out of love with me because someone else looked more sexy or was willing to dress in all of these stupid outfits! I just wanted to make you all happy ”.

There it was, the devil on your shoulder, speaking your inner-most demons, laid completely bare in front of you. Fear after fear spilt from your lips, once you’d started you couldn’t stop, even though you were becoming hysteric, the escalation of the situation was just making you freak out more. You were full-on sobbing by this point, tears dampening the collar of your shirt and shoulders hunched as you sucked in deep shattering breaths.

The walls felt too close, the air too thick. You needed to get out, need to get away from Sirius, not wanting to even look at him to see the disappointment you were sure covered his face. Using your body for momentum, you pushed him back as you jumped off of the desk and stepped towards the door.

However a gentle but firm hand wrapped around your shoulder, halting your movements as Sirius’s concerned voice begged, “Please don’t go, we need to talk about this Darling”.

This wasn’t what you wanted right now, you didn’t want to talk, scared that your spiralling thoughts might be a reality, your consciousness being your worst enemy at that moment as you shrugged out of his grasp. “I just need a minute”. You sounded broken and another sob shook your shoulders as you didn’t look back. Not bothering to pick up your bag or find your lost tie you rushed out of the door, and the sick feeling in your stomach only increased when you heard Sirius yell and kick his frustrations out against a table as he let you walk away.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, keeping your head low so as to not have questioning looks as to why you were crying and scared you’d run into one of your friends or worse Remus or James. There were so many students in the corridors and you desperately needed an escape and ran in the direction of where there were only a limited amount of people as fresh air crisped against your wet cheeks as you rushed outside.

For a moment you contemplated sneaking to the shrieking shack, knowing that you could curl into a ball underneath the sheets of the master bed there but that would also be the first place that the boys checked other than the Gryffindor common room. Furthermore, you needed somewhere outside, need to feel the sun on your face and a sense of calm so you half jogged to one of your favourite spots in Hogwarts.

It was the one place you truly felt at peace and somewhere you’d stumbled upon once when exploring the Hogwarts grounds in your first year. A luscious green cliff edge that overlooked the lake and Scottish mountains and, what made it so special was that when the sun began to set, it was the perfect spot for the golden hour of beautiful sunshine. The very last piece of land that the sun-kissed before it disappeared over the mountains.

This was where you crumpled onto the grass, tucking your knees in close, hiding your face within them and wrapping your arms around tightly so you were now in a little ball. There you sat and you cried. For the embarrassment, anxiety-ridden and uncertainty as to what happened now. You didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, maybe it was better if you just stayed in that little spot forever you contemplated dramatically.

You were unsure how much time had passed but the air was beginning to chill as the sun dropped further in the sky. There were no more tears, but your breaths were still ragged, your eyes sore as you looked across the lake, and your body trembling through exhaustion and still, above all of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable the stupid bodysuit was under your uniform.

Footsteps suddenly crunched against the crisp grass and you tried not to stiffen at the unknown arrival. But with each step, you knew from the slight limp who exactly it was as Remus sat beside you, his legs crossed underneath him as you automatically moved your face to look away from him, not wanting him to see the mess you’d become.

“Don’t”, he insisted. “Don’t do that, don’t hide away from me, my love. Come here”, he encouraged, his heavy hand resting against your shoulder and tugging your body towards his. You succumb easily, releasing the grip around your knees so that you could lie your head against his lap, his hand remaining on your shoulder giving you warmth and comfort as his other hand stroked through your hair and he simply lets you cry.

Remus began to talk, lowly and calmly into your ear as he helped you through your overwhelming emotions. “It’s more than just the fancy underwear, isn’t it? Listen to me Love, we all have our insecurities that bubble away underneath our skin but we can’t let those negative thoughts win. We deserve happiness. YOU deserve happiness.”

Your sobs calmed down enough that you were just lightly hiccuping, not even bothering to wipe away your tears as his trousers absorbed the wetness. Remus lowered his head, to gently kiss the side of yours before he continued. “I know sometimes our minds are louder than our hearts so even if I tell you, how much I truly adore you, that sometimes you won’t comprehend how much it is true. But please, Sweetheart, understand that… you’re my family. You, Sirius and James. Without you three, I have no one and I don’t want you to think you’re anything else but my entire world. You could dress in the old linen from a house elf and I would still love everything about you. I don’t need you to be dressed in the latest fashion or clothes that are evidently uncomfortable. I want you to be happy, we ALL want you to be happy”.

Your heart was pounding for another reason now as you couldn’t bare to not be touching Remus, needing more than anything to show him how much you appreciated him, loved him with just as much passion as the words that he spoke. So without another word, you rushed to sit up and climb into his lap, straddling your thighs over his, shaking fingers cupping his scarred face to hold him still as you kissed him deeply.

It wasn’t like the same sort of passionate, devouring kiss with Sirius earlier in the day in that forgotten classroom. This was passionate in a way that the world began and ended with each other, that you need to show your love and appreciation with your lips where words would surely fail you. Remus was always the one to have the best advice, to be able to talk the others around when in a low mood, he just always seemed to know the exact right thing to say.

As both of your lungs burned for air, you pull from the kiss but only to lean your forehead against his, warm breath fanning across his face as he wiped away the stains of the tears, “I love you, Remus Lupin”.

“I love you too”.

The sun had now cascaded behind the mountains, leaving an orange hue in the sky as everywhere else began to fall into shadow. The air instantly cooled but you didn’t care, especially not with Remus who ran at a fevered temperature due to his lycanthropy. The two of you stayed like that until you felt comfortable enough to risk glancing over his shoulder, towards the lining of trees from the forbidden forest.

“They aren’t here”, Remus informed you, kissing your cheek gently and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

You weren’t sure if you should be relieved or not at hearing that Sirius and James didn’t accompany Remus. “Where are they?”, you asked quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder, suddenly feeling exhausted after your breakdown.

Remus took more than a moment to answer like he was trying to decide how much he should tell you before finally deciding. “They’re both back in the dormitory, sorting out a little surprise for you”.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat, that they were doing something nice even after the way you’d spoken and reacted to Sirius. “I feel bad I stormed away from Sirius”, you admitted to Remus, pulling away from his shoulder to play with the end of his tie.

Remus offered you a shrug, “He’ll get over it. I think he was more upset that he didn’t know how to process that you weren’t comfortable and doing all of this for his benefit. And that he struggled to find the right words to say without sounding pissed off and couldn’t fix the situation before you left”.

You nod, risking a glance up towards Remus’ face and relieved to find him looking at you still in a relaxed way and you knew he really wasn’t annoyed like you thought he would be. “And James, is he ok?”

Remus nods, kissing the tip of your nose and pulling a smile from your lips, “He’s hurt like Sirius and I, that you’d been feeling this way without speaking to us, he wanted to fly down here as soon as Sirius found us but I knew you needed some time to yourself”.

“Thank you”. You hoped that he understood that you were saying that for more than one reason, for everything and by the twinkle returning to his eyes, the life that was sparking once more as he pecked your lips gently, you knew he understood.

“Come on, let’s not leave them any longer”.

Remus helped you to stand and the two of you took a leisurely stroll, hand in hand, back up to the castle, you’d missed dinner but Remus insisted that he’d go and get you something to eat after your surprise.

The surprise was entirely romantic and your chest warmed with love as you looked at the dormitory that you shared with the boys. There were different-shaped candles floating around the room, Remus’ record player in the corner at a low volume with the latest Bowie track that the boys loved and rose petals were scattered across the floor and freshly made bed but the petals had been enchanted to change colour and shimmer in the candlelight.

A sweet, thankful gasp was just about to spill from your lips but it was quickly replaced with a shocked laugh, your hand covering your mouth to hide your grin as Sirius and James stepped out of the bathroom. They were completely nude, except for the black lacy tight underwear that hardly covered their genitals, and nicely tied off with a pretty pink bow over where their cocks were.

The two of them stood proudly, abs tense to show off and flex as much as possible, a wide stance and arms behind their backs as they both grinned cheekily at you. “What…? What are you both wearing?!” you couldn’t help but giggle as you stepped closer and out of Remus’ reach, only for him to start taking off his clothes too.

You turned to watch, eyes wide as he too was wearing the skimpy underwear that seemed to hardly be covering him at all with his cock at half-mast. “Wait, have you had them on this entire time?” you asked dumbfoundedly, trying not to stare at the ridiculousness of the tiny little outfits.

“Oh I have indeed, can’t tell you how far they’ve been wedged up my arse but beauty is pain right?” he joked, subtly trying to pull the material from between his cheeks to relieve the tightness there.

You watched as Remus brushed past to stand next to Sirius who now stood in the middle of him and James, his grin softening to a knowing smile as you also moved closer to them. Once you were close enough did he tip your chin back, “Do you only love us more because of these outfits? Or would you say you loved us regardless of what we are wearing”.

The penny dropped as you now realised why they were wearing the uncomfortable-looking, ridiculously scandalous underwear. Your shoulders dropped in defeat, giving him a knowing look as you shook your head no. “Exactly. This is how we feel for you, I don’t want you to shut us out again or doubt our feelings for you. If you ever have a thought like this again, I need you to come to us, and talk because that's healthy and normal in relationships. Don’t bottle it up and don’t shut us out and please, don’t walk away from me again, I couldn’t bare it”.

You reached up to take his hand, moving it from your chin to nuzzle your cheek into it, kissing his palm as you promised, “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry I did all of those things and made you all worry. I love you, everything about you, without the outfits”, you emphasise with a smile. “They don’t look comfortable at all”, you say with a giggle, noticing James trying to give his cock more room in the confinement of the lingerie.

“Think I’ve got as much room as your tits which reminds me, we need to release them from their prison!”, Sirius joked, his fingers reaching to begin unbuttoning your shirt and then pushing it over your shoulders.

Remus stepped up behind you, his naked back flush against yours, “oh Pup, this doesn’t look comfortable at all”, he chastised in a low voice, beginning to unzip you from behind. The relief was immediate as Sirius helped him by pushing the loosened straps from your shoulders and you audibly sighed as the warm air kissed your now exposed breasts.

“There are my girls”, Sirius mumbled, his thumb brushing against the nipple of your right breast causing it to pebble before his mouth dropped to lick and suck on the sensitive bud. Before you could properly lean into the touch, James’ tuft of hair was soon at the same level as Sirius's as he did the same to your left nipple, suckling it into his mouth before flattening his tongue against it. Your back arched, hands delving into both men’s soft hair, gripping and holding them close as arousal struck through your core.

The remainder of your clothes soon pooled around your feet on the floor, Remus even helping to unbuckle your shoes until you were left in nothing but your white frilly socks as Remus had effortlessly removed the rest of the lingerie and skirt.

The moments like this, when they were so doting and loving that you almost felt overwhelmed because you wanted to return that love and affection to all of them at the same time but with only two hands, it was challenging to do. So you decided to concentrate on the two boys attached to your front, who were nipping and teasing your tender nipples, sucking them into peaks before laying them flat with the push of their tongues.

The grip you held on their hair reluctantly relaxed and tried to do a different exploration, over their shoulders, feeling this leanness of James and the muscles of Sirius from where he trained as Beater for the quidditch team. Lower still your nimble fingers travelled to their chests, feeling the sprinkling of hair that curled over their pecks and then still further down with the goal to reach the hem of their underwear. However, in the position, you could only react to James who seemed to realise your goal and pushed his body more towards yours.

Your fingertips ran along the hem of the tight underwear and then halted as James shuddered under the touch as you stroked over his tip that had bulged out as he became increasingly harder with nowhere else to go. As you teased his tip, James began to kiss up your body, particularly over the indents over your chest from where the bodysuit had pushed your breasts up, and he didn’t stop until he was next to your ear, still needing to bend down because of the height difference.

James did not move with urgency, even though his hips were bucking under the tease of your fingers. With one cupping your jaw, tilting your face away and the other hand gripping onto your waist, James began to kiss along the column of your neck, over the sensitive little spots that had your knees weak and more heat pooling in between your legs.

Remus on the other hand now stood next to you, his fingers stroking down your jaw to grasp your attention which you gave him, looking up at him with wide eyes and bottom lip stuck between your teeth. “I want you to listen to me carefully ok? There will be no rushing tonight, our goal is to please YOU, and only you. I want to hear every little moan and cry that you have so there’s no need to bite your lip, my love. I want this pretty mouth open and begging for more, do you understand?”

You couldn’t think of words that made any sense like a thick warm blanket of fuzzy arousal clouded your thoughts so all you could respond to Remus was a desperate nod of the head and a throaty moan.

“Good. Now tell me, just before we start. Who do you belong to?”

James and Sirius stopped the teasing with their mouths so that they could hear you answer, needing to hear it, for their own sanity and possessive natures.

“You, I belong to all of you”, you breathlessly answered, still looking up into Remus’ green eyes that always reminded you of spring, hypnotised completely by him.

“That’s right”, he praised delicately still stroking down the side of your face. “And, who do we belong to?”

“Me”, your answer was quieter, heart pounding at having to say it out loud as you knew that he was only getting you to say it to remind you that your freakout today was unwarranted and you should always know that they’re yours.

Remus tilted an eyebrow up, his hair falling slightly over his eyes as he didn’t seem satisfied with the answer. “Excuse me, I didn’t quite hear that”.

You refrained from huffing in embarrassment as you repeated yourself at a louder volume, “You all belong to me, to each other”.

This was the answer he was looking for as his lips curled into a gentle smile and then opened as he was going to continue talking but James seemed to snap hearing those words as the hand on your jaw pushed your body backwards, the other on your waist supporting your body so that you didn’t trip over. The back of your knees met that bed and the two of you toppled onto the soft, rose-petaled surface.

“I couldn’t wait anymore, need to feel you, taste you, want to make you mine”, James groaned against the shell of your ear as he finally turned your face enough that his lips found yours in a hungry, lust-filled kiss.

Behind the two of you, you were able to hear Sirius and Remus chuckling deeply at James’ frantic motions and then they were moving closer and sitting on either side of the bed, taking a hand of yours each into theirs. A way to stay close to you but also restrain you in a way so that James was fully in control and the pleasure was solely on you.

The Gryffindor’s seeker’s tongue brushed against yours, tasting and dominating the dance happening in your mouth, his body sliding between your thighs so that you could feel the scratch of the uncomfortable underwear that he was still forcing himself to wear against the sensitive skin of your thighs. His hand's hand began to lower, the wide expanse of his hands meaning that he was able to feel a vast area of your body at once, over your collarbones, your breasts, squeezing softly, a contrasting touch from his commanding mouth.

Over your hips, your thighs, tucking them in closer around his waist. Finally, he pulled away from your mouth, his glasses slipping down his nose as hot breaths being shared as you both desperately tried to breathe but it was mostly so he could tell you his contemplative thoughts. “I don’t know whether to let you ride my fingers or taste you”.

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his words, not being able to decide an answer for him but thankfully Sirius pipped up and offered the idea, “Why not both?”

James grinned, pecking your lips before glancing towards Sirius, “Good idea, Padfoot”.

Then his warmth crowding around your chest was gone as he quickly backed away and lay on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, his face now between his legs and hands pushing back your thighs until once again, Sirius and Remus took one each so that you were fully restrained.

“Such a pretty pussy, MY pretty pussy”, James admired as he began to spread your juices that were seeping through your folds, over the rest of your cunt. With one hand, he spread back your labia so that you were bare before him, he could see the subtle throb of your clit and the clench of your pussy, gleaming in the low candlelight from your wetness.

James licked a long strip from your perineum, over your hole and up to your clit, audibly swallowing your juices and moaning, and then there was no holding him back. If he wasn’t sucking your clit then he was pushing his thick tongue into your hole, exploring the tensing area. And then he was adding two of his fingers, rocking in and out in time with the circling of his tongue around your clit.

You were very quickly descending into the pleasure and gave up on watching him as all you could do was lie back and moan, hands desperate to reach for him but still being held back by your two other boyfriends. So you lay there, mouth wide open and mewled and quivered, especially as he began to curl his fingers, teeth scraping over the bundle of nerves before carefully easing the touch with a warm lick of his tongue.

“Is Prongs making you feel good, Darling?” Sirius cooed down to you, squeezing your thigh to try and grasp your attention.

“Yes! So-...so good, please don’t stop”, you begged, eyes clothes and a withering mess as James increased his pace. That’s when you felt it, the tightening in your core that sent tingles over your pussy and thighs, that feeling that you craved every day to feel and one that the boys were always so good and making you experience. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, James please don’t stop”.

James didn’t plan on stopping as he watched your reactions from between your legs, expertly fingering and licking you, feeling your pussy clenching and tightening around his digits before you gasped, arched your back and fluttered and pulsed with your orgasm. You felt both heavy and light simultaneously as he didn’t slow down his motions until you collapsed back fully into the sheets again.

“You’re so beautiful like this, laid out beneath me. But, I think it’s time one of the other two has a go, what do you say Honey?” James asked still between your legs. Opening your glazed-over eyes, you looked down at him and nodded in response, but you were also sure that what he had to offer now you would have said yes too.

Remus leaned down so that his lips danced along your cheek as he whispered against your skin, “Think it’s my time to have a taste of your sweet pussy?”

This time, the aroused fog in your brain cleared slightly as you shook your head no which in turn earnt a confused expression to Remus’ face. “Want you to fuck me”, you stated with conviction, needing to be full and stretched.

Remus chuckled as he squeezed your thigh and wrist that he still held, “Already? But we’ve only just started Sweetheart”.

You whine pathetically, trying to reach for him and momentarily forgetting that you were still very much restrained. “Please! Want to feel your cock inside of me, don’t want to wait”.

“Ok Love, can’t be having my girl going without what she wants now, can I? You haven’t been stretched much though so do you want to ride me so you have control for a second?” He didn’t sound boastful when he talked and you knew it was necessary for him to ask this, Remus had one of the biggest cock’s you’d ever seen. In fact, when you first saw it, you were sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you. However now after fucking constantly, it was a little easier but still not something to be rushed so you nodded your head in agreement with his idea.

Remus moved to lay against the pillows, easing the lingerie at long last down his legs and onto the floor and then his hands were out and supporting your weight as you were released from Sirius’ grip and able to crawl over to the other Marauder. Once more, his body was a lot warmer than the other two but that only aided in moments like this, the heat helping your pussy to stretch. Straddling his hips, you could help but grind your bare pussy against his thick cock that was hard and lay heavy against his abdomen.

The two of you moaned deeply, his cock throbbing just as harshly as your clit as it brushed against his shaft. Remus rested his hands against your waist, but only to support you, he let you be in control for the moment as your hands rested against his chest, pushing off of it with your movements.

Leaning down quickly, you pecked his lips, sighing into the touch before leaning back up and gripping the base of his dick, standing it up and then rising onto your knees. Even just feeling his tip brushing your hole had enough stimulation that you were moaning. This only increased as you began to lower yourself, slowly and with Remus’ support by guiding your hips down tentatively, making sure that your gasps were done in pleasure and not discomfort.

It burned but in a way that had you begging for more, stretching to your very limit as inch after inch pushed into your cunt until you were about ¾ of the way down before his tip stroked your cervix. Leaning forward so you could take the weight off of your knees, you both just stayed in that position as your body adjusted to being sheathed.

Only as you began to slowly rock your hips did Remus dare to move his hands but only to cup your arse cheeks, massaging the areas and helping you a little to ride back and forth on his cock. “Feel so big Daddy”, you quietly moaned into his chest, not meaning to use the nickname so early into the night but sometimes a different side of you took over.

“Yeah? You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well my love, you’re so tight and pretty above me”, Remus praised and his hips began to buck up to meet yours, increasing the pace and roughness slightly and from the earth-shattering moan you released, there was no chance he was going to stop doing that again if it made you sound that good.

As you began to roll your hips in time with Remus, you had a thought as to where the other two were. Looking over your shoulder and see James and Sirius sat together, their hands clenched and resting on their thighs as they tried not to touch themselves and a pang of guilt settled in your stomach as they really were just trying to think about your pleasure. “Please! Please touch yourselves, take off those stupid underwear and touch yourself. No wait, come here, let me touch you.”

“This is supposed to be about you”, Sirius reminded you in a low gruff tone, like he was trying to restrain himself from snapping but was clearly struggling.

“Yes, and I want to touch you. If you won’t fuck my mouth then you’ll have to come over here so I can wank you off”.

Remus chuckled beneath you, “So demanding all of a sudden, is someone desperate for cock?”

You mewl, eyes closing and head tipping back as his cock fucked you with a hard slam of his hips, “Mmmm, yes! Always desperate for your cocks, because they’re mine aren’t they?” Your words were teasing and you made sure to timidly smile down at Remus as he grinned up at you.

“Yes, they are, all yours Sweetheart”. He fucked into you hard again, your body jolting from the momentum of the movement.

However his thrusts up slowed as Sirius and James stood on either side of the bed, the lacy underwear now discarded and cocks leaking and standing proud, bobbing in the air. Your mouth watered and you were half tempted to beg to taste them but decided to save your energy as you wrapped a hand around each of their cocks, squeezing and pumping slowly, in time with your rolling hips.

The two of them grunted, drips of precum building at the tip, leaking down and wetting the sensitive area. As you figured out a pattern with how fast to stroke them, squeezing in certain areas of their shafts and making sure to brush your thumb over the tip, Remus watched happily, his cock throbbing harder inside of you as you touched the other two. In each of the Marauder's minds, they were once again appreciating just how beautiful you were, taking Remus’ cock so well and pleasuring Sirius and James with your skilled hands, it was a sight to behold.

Sirius couldn’t hold back anymore as he roughly grabbed your jaw, tilting your face back and feverishly kissing you, tongue instantly swiping to gain entrance to your mouth, much like he had earlier in the day when you were sitting on the edge of the dusting desk.

The four of you moaned for different reasons, at the pleasure that was being shared and the love that was underlying in all the touches.

Remus began to fuck up into your body harder but still at a slower pace, his hand stroking over your abdomen, stroking the soft skin before his thumb dipped lower and stroked over your clit in demanding swipes.

Your thighs instantly clenched as well as your palms around the men's cocks. Sirius pulled back, needing to hear and see your pleasure as he stroked a couple of strands of hair out of your eyes, “You like the way Moony is fucking you? I want you to cum for him because, by the look on his handsome face, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer”.

Remus grunted, having been trying to hold back his own orgasm until you had found yours. It just felt so good when you fucked him first, pussy so tight, warm and all his that he didn’t care if he came quicker than other times the two of you fucked, he just wanted to fill you up, needing to see you dripping with his seed.

You were shaking above him at the sight of Remus trying not to unravel and the stroke of his thumb and cock were driving you ever closer to your own peak, thighs shaking with each grind of your hips.

Then you felt it, that tightening and blissful euphoria building in strength, like you were going to explode into a sea of stars as Remus’ name sang from your lips in pleading praise. “That’s it Love, cum for me, fuck you feel so good”, Remus shouted, his cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to his forehead with the restraint of holding back his own orgasm.

Thankfully for him, after a particularly hard thrust and press of his thumb on your bundle of nerves, you were clenching your eyes closed, mouth gaping open and body locking up as you came around his cock. Only a couple of seconds later, Remus was arching his back slightly, hands squeezing the flesh around your hips tightly as he came, cock buried as deeply as it could go into your cunt as he needed you to have every single drop of his cum.

Your eyes momentarily opened to enjoy the sight but then a hand on the back of your head distracted you as your hair was harshly tugged back, causing your back to arch up, tits pushed out as Jjames batted away your hand from his cock. But, it was only so he could quickly toss his cock off, desperately whimpering as he knelt on the edge of the bed to get closer to you as he too came, all over your tits and down your sternum.

You watched with a satisfied grin at seeing James frantically finding his own orgasm and how flushed he now looked as the last drip of cum gathered at the tip of his cock. The grip in your hair loosened enough that you were able to lean forward and lick a single strip on his dick, capturing that last drip and swallowing it down with a genuine smile.

James looked like he was going to combust at the sight as he sucked in heavy breaths and looked like he was going to pounce on you to show you just how much he loved you but then the one man who hadn’t found his on orgasm quickly disrupted these thoughts. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and hiked you off of Remus's cock which pulled out of you, his cum dripping down as the tallest marauder slide off of the bed.

Sirius returned you to your knees and pushed your shoulders down so your cum covered chest was flat against the sheets and petals and your arse perked up into the air. “Need you so bad Darling, are you going to let me play with you?” Sirius asked, stroking a strong, wide hand down your spine.

“Please fuck me”, you begged, looking over your shoulder towards him. Sirius gave him a handsome grin, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached around you to grasp both of your arms and hold them behind your back.

“It would be my pleasure”, the long-haired man muttered, shifting his hips until his cock brushed against your cum covered hole and began to push in. You were so sensitive after taking Remus that you pulsed around Sirius, his cock stretching and filling you completely, he may not have been as big as Remus but he was still thick and hard. “Merlin! I love feeling Moony or Prong’s cum inside of you, feel it coating my cock and lubing your pretty pussy”.

You gasped at his words as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, hands tightly holding onto yours so that your weight rested awkwardly on your neck but you didn’t care, needing and wanting everything he was willing to give you.

Unlike Remus, Sirius didn’t hold back with his thrusts, moving with speed and intensity that had you almost seeing stars with how deep he was fucking you in this angle. Your hands desperately clung to his, feeling the coolness of his rings and using that to ground you to the moment as you were beginning to feel a little fuzzy and floaty from the day's events.

“Taking me so well, you’ve done so well for all of us”, Sirius praised, followed by a deep throaty moan as you squeezed his cock tighter at his words. This only encouraged him to fuck you faster until it was a blur as to where your bodies met.

Your toes were curled as the constant smack of his cock against all of your blissful nerves had you wanting to melt right into the bed. It wasn’t long before you were feeling that relief on the horizon and from the way your pussy was clenching, Sirius could feel it too.

Releasing his hold on your wrists, he quickly pulled your upper body up, until your back was flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your front to support your weight from toppling forward.

“Say it again, say you’re ours, I need to hear you say it”, Sirius asked, his sharp teeth teasing the shell of your ear, even in the new position it didn’t stop his deep, fast thrusts.

You were sure you were screaming your answer as your orgasm throbbed through your entire body as you did as requested, “I’m yours, I’m all of yours, Sirius- ah! Fuck please-”, you were rambling now, saying any words that you could think of as you were overcome with pleasure.

The sensation was so intense that you hadn’t noticed that Sirius had also cum with you until you were able to catch your breath and realise you were both collapsed face first onto the bed. Sirius’ cock was still inside of you, slowly softening and allowing his and Remus’ cum to continue seeping out and onto the sheets.

His lips ghosted over your shoulder as he moved your hair away from your ear, “And what did we learn today?”, he asked still sounding breathless but also teasing.

“Clothes don’t define love”, you mumble, feeling exhausted and hungry, looking forward to the feast that Remus was bound to bring you all after the cleanup and aftercare.

“Exactly. And what else?”

“That I belong to you all, just as you all belong to me”.

“That’s right Darling, and please, never forget it”.

#poly!marauders #the marauders #marauders smut #poly!marauders x reader #james potter smut #james potter #james potter x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black smut #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #hp smut #hp fanfic #the marauders x reader #mine*

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sleepy day w/ love and deepspace men ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel

fluff / 0.5k words

zayne

“i won’t cave in anymore the next time you insist on us watching a movie near midnight,” he sighed, knowing damn well that he most definitely will cave in again. you struggled opened your eyes, zayne’s gentle voice sounded like a comforting background noise as you’re hanging to the thinnest thread of awake state. “nooo,” you whined quietly, lying on his lap as you put your arms around his hand, snuggling it closer. zayne just let out another tired sigh, knowing at this point saying anything will be futile since your mind’s all hazy with sleepiness. although there’s a little smile across his lips, the thumb of his free hand stroking the spot above your ear ever-so-softly, “you can’t sleep on the couch, it’s not good for your back,” he whispered, planting a small kiss on your eyelid. “sshhh, naggy zayne.” you frowned slightly while the smile on his lips was an inch wider.

seeing that you’re probably not going to wake up anymore anytime soon he just put a blanket (that he secretly put near the couch on movie nights) over you. once he made sure it had covered you all the way to your toes he leaned back, getting comfortable. another sleep on the couch it is then he thought, a smile still ghosting over his lips.

xavier

“roles reversed, it seemed like.” xavier smiled as he stared at you adoringly. you both were currently sharing a rainy cozy evening with a card game before drowsiness hit you. “’m not sleepy,” you mumbled, forcing yourself to be awake as you leaned on his shoulder, your eyes felt terribly heavy. “i didn’t say you are,” the man beside you replied calmly, resting his head on top of yours. “your turn, xavi.” you mumbled the quietest voice. he smiled and shook his head slowly.

“it’s been your turn for the last ten minutes baby, but you keep dozing off.” his finger drawing random patterns on your thigh, and it just felt blissful. “really? lies.” you managed to say, already giving up to stay awake as you closed your eyes. xavier just watched you lovingly, as he kissed the side of your head. “alright, let’s get you to bed. i could use a nap myself.”

rafayel

“i turned my back for 5 seconds and you’re already off to dreamland,” he said, crossing his arms. you blinked a few times; the urge to sleep still consumed you. “spare me please, i’ve run around fighting so many wanderers today,” you replied, resting your head on the loveseat headrest. “figured, considering you made me wait 800 years for you to come here,” rafayel grumbled, taking your hand in his. you narrowed your eyes at his theatrics, “it’s more like one hour, but you know, details.” you rolled your eyes playfully.

despite all his complaints he brought you close to his chest, “as punishment, you’ll listen to me explaining how to get the perfect sage green color,” he said and he rambled on. you chuckled a little, you knew that he knew you loved listening to him as he spoke so gently, stroking the ends of your hair strands, lulling you into a deeper sleeping state. once he made sure you’re completely out he just smiled, perhaps if what’s on the end of the line was a day he could see you sleep so peacefully in his arms again, he won’t mind waiting for another 800 years.

#love and deepspace x reader #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace fluff

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Hii I’d like to request Regina having a crush on reader but reader has a hard time liking her back cause of what was written about reader in the burn book (with a fluff ending??) thank you!

Who Wrote This? (Regina George X Reader)

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Summary: Even though all that had happened junior year was forgiven, what was written about you in that wretched burn book still tugged at you mind. It makes it hard for you to warm up to Regina, who just wants to be with you.

A/N: regina wrote mean ass shit in the burn book so a warning for that ig

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“Regina, if you keep staring at her, she might think you’re crazy.” The lacrosse team giggled as they watched Regina watch you. She was packing her bag after practice when she caught sight of you coming out of the school library.

“Oh, shut up.” She said, not bothering to take her eyes off of you.

This wasn’t the first time Regina’s friends had caught her looking at you. Ever since sophomore year, after being sat next to you in one of her classes, it was like she couldn’t get you out of her head. No matter how many boyfriends, or more like boy toys, she had, or how many people she slept with. When it was all over, she still thought about you, who was nothing but kind and sweet to her despite her reputation of being an evil Plastic.

“When are you gonna go talk to her?” Dina, one of Regina’s teammates, nudged her arm. “You’re clearly, like, in love with her.”

“I can’t.” She answered, now somber. “I’m pretty sure she completely hates me.”

That wasn’t entirely true, but Regina didn’t know that. From how you acted now, like she repulsed you, it seemed like you despised her. And she knew it was all her fault.

Everyone except for you had gotten over what was written about them in the burn book. The moment you read what had been written about you, what people seemed to think of you, you realized that Regina George was a two-faced mega bitch and would never change. It didn’t matter how nice you were, or how many notes or pens you had let her borrow, or how genuine she seemed around you. She would always think she was above everyone, and the people below were as meaningless and bothersome as gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

You knew she was different now, like she had really grown. But you didn’t buy it for a second. So you kept your distance, speeding off or changing seats whenever Regina tried getting close to you. Yet there was a small part of you that was hopeful about the fact that she was better now, that she wasn’t so mean.

After zipping up your bag, you looked up and locked eyes with Regina on the soccer field. Even though she was far away, she could see you clench your jaw before storming off to your car.

She couldn’t do this anymore. No matter how much you tried to avoid her, she needed to talk to you.

***

You loved spending your free period in the library. You were able to catch up on homework or studying without getting distracted. Plus, Regina never came in here.

You heard the door open but didn’t look up from your notebook, where you copied notes from your textbook. Footsteps came near you, but you figured they were going to a seat past you.

But then someone sat down in the chair next to you. You looked up in the confusion, but that soon turned into an expression of annoyance.

“Please,” Regina whispered, grabbing your wrist before you could try to back your things and leave. You glared at her, and she had to force herself not to wince at your harshness. “Please, Y/n, I just wanna talk.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Just hear me out.” Regina pleaded, trying to stay quiet. She scooted her chair closer to you, and was surprised that you didn’t lean back or scoot away. “Hear me out, and then when I’m done, I’ll leave you alone forever. I promise.”

It pained her to promise you that, but she figured it was the only way you’d listen to her.

You stared at her momentarily before you sighed and relaxed slightly in your seat.

“Fine.” You said. “But make it quick.”

Regina nodded, trying to get her thoughts together. To be honest, she didn’t really think she’d make it this far.

“I’m sorry.” She started. “Really, really sorry. What I wrote about you in that book, I didn’t mean it, and I regret writing it every day. You were one of the only people in this school that I genuinely liked, and I ruined what little we had because I wrote something stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid.” You interjected, bitterness in your tone. “It was mean, Regina.” You turned your seat to face her better. She was glad that you were finally looking at her without running away, but hated the look of disdain and hurt on your face. “I think about what you wrote about me every day. It’s practically burned into my brain at this point. ‘Y/n L/n is a skank that no one would touch with a ten-foot pole. That-’”

“‘That nerdy bitch will end up alone.’” Regina finished the quote, her voice meek and cheeks red from embarrassment. “I remember.”

“I’m glad you have such a good memory.” You said sarcastically. “If you wrote that about someone you say you genuinely liked, I wonder what you’d write about your own mother.”

“Y/n…” Regina sighed. This was definitely not going the way she had wanted. But at the same time, she expected this to be a sour interaction. “I didn’t mean what I wrote.”

“Oh really? What, was it just a spur-of-the-moment decision to cut out my school picture and write that?”

“I had to write it, Y/n.” The absurdity of that statement shocked you into silence, so Regina took it as a chance to continue before you told her you didn’t want to hear it. “I put myself in there to frame Cady, Gretchen, and Karen for making the book. But then I remembered that you weren’t in there. I never wanted you in that book, but I didn’t want you to be blamed for it if Mr. Duvall realized you weren’t in it.”

“So…” You were trying to wrap your head around Regina’s words. “You wrote all that stuff… to protect me?”

“I hated every minute of it.” Regina seemed so serious; she looked so desperate for you to believe her. “It was so hard to write that, because I didn’t believe any of it. The truth is… I’ve actually liked you for a long time, Y/n.” You looked at her bewildered, and she took your silence as a cue to continue. “That’s why I had never put you in the book. I remember always pretending to forget or lose my pencils so I could talk to you because you’d always let me borrow yours. Or I’d leave one of my books at home, hoping that you’d share yours with me.” Regina took a deep breath, reminiscing on the little moments she had with you before she ruined it all. “It’s so corny, but I never felt as on top of the world as I did when you were talking to me.”

You stared at Regina, completely shocked. This was not at all what you were expecting when she begged you to listen to her. At the most, you thought it’d be a little apology, and then she’d leave. Instead, you had gotten a full-on love confession from Regina George, who, for the first time probably ever, looked scared as she waited for your response.

“I’ll leave you alone now.” She said after another minute of awkward silence. “I promise I won’t try to bother you anymore. And again, I’m really sorry.”

Regina stood up, but your hand shot out and grabbed her arm to stop her. She looked down at you to find that you were already staring at her.

“I…” You started, still trying to process the situation. “I guess I can forgive you. And I suppose I could give you another chance. You know, like a do-over.”

“Really?” Regina smiled hopefully, lowering back down into her chair. You realized your hand was still clasped around her arm, so you let go and cleared your throat.

“Yeah. I mean, after all, you gotta make it up to me. Emotional damages and all.”

You returned to the notes and textbook you had neglected, found where you had left off, and started writing again. Regina took this as her cue to leave, and she wondered what would happen after this. But before she could stand up again, your free hand drifted to hers on the table, pinky laying over hers. She smiled and curled her small finger around yours.

You stayed there until the end of your free period. And when the two of you went to your next class, which you shared, Regina was both relieved and ecstatic when you sat in the seat next to her without a second thought.

#agaypanic #regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls x reader #rachel mcadams #rachel mcadams x reader #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader

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dreamescapeswriting · 1 month

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Contracted Love ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 7.1K

GENRE: CEO AU, marriage contracts, blackmailing, fake dating, fake marriage, falling love and realising you’re scared, (might actually be my fav piece)

PAIRING: Yoongi X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

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As Yoongi began to walk through the bustling heart of the city he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back from the meeting he had just left and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at what had happened.

It had been his grandfather's will reading, something that heartbreaking in and of itself but what was getting to Yoongi more was the stipulation that came along with his portion of the will.

"It is not my wish for you to end up like me, old, alone and afraid of love."

Was that the piece of paper read, his grandfather was giving him strict orders to follow if he had any chance of getting his grandfather's portion of the company he owned and he needed it.

There was no way it could go to his father's side of the family, the vultures as his grandfather called them. They only hung around him long enough to know that they were going to be put into the will and didn't want to know his grandfather any other time. But it was all stupid. In order to collect his portion he had to be married and have a child all within a year.

A man who had hardly dated before was supposed to married and have a child within twelve months if he wanted any chance of keeping his company alive. Now Yoongi could have sworn he heard the ticking of a clock in the back of his mind as a constant reminder that he hadn't got much time.

"Please, I promise I can get it for you by the end of the week if you just give me some more time!" A voice pleaded, interrupting his thoughts and making him freeze on the sidewalk wondering what was unfolding in front of him.

"I've heard this a million times, Yn, I'm sick of hearing it." A male said, angrily staring down at you as you whimpered a little. He was your landlord Richard and he had just served you with an eviction notice for your business.

"Pages & Aromoa's will be a hit in no time and you'll have all the money I owe you." You sniffled but Richard handed you the piece of red paper and walked away, ignoring your begging and driving off.

"Fucking cunt," You hissed before heading inside of the door.

Yoongi stared up at the cafe sign it was basically falling apart but it was easily readable. The brick walls of the cafe had patches of Ivy clinging to the surface as if trying to breathe life into the ageing structure. The windows were slightly grim but offered a glimpse into the warmth inside that awaited anyone walking by.

The cafe was nestled between two giant skyscrapers, one of which belonged to Yoongi but he'd never even noticed the cafe before. Sighing to himself he wondered if this was the cafe his grandfather had been boasting about before he had died and he found himself walking inside. The bell above the door sounded as he did so but you were nowhere to be seen.

"I'll be just a minute," Your voice called out. Despite the outside appearance of the building, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised when he walked inside. The interior was a sanctuary of tranquillity and refinement. Polished hardwood floors gleamed under the soft glow of vintage bulbs that were casting a warm ambience in the cafe. The perfect place to hide away and work or even read which was something that clearly happened here.

There were shelves lining the walls, stretched from floor to ceiling, the books all looked used and loved. Plush armchairs and cosy reading nooks were all over the place, offering a place for someone to lose themselves in the pages of a good book or work in silence. It was obvious why his grandfather had loved this place and had been talking about it for months.

"Stupid, machine." Yoongi heard you grumbling as you finally came up from behind a counter and smiled warmly in his direction. The smile that sent a warmth throughout his chest he suddenly felt guilty about having.

"What can I get you? And please, don't say coffee because the press is broken and the machine won't work," You pleaded with him, Yoongi's mouth opened to say something but he found himself unable to speak, struck by something he didn't understand. His chest was fluttering and his stomach was in knots, he didn't know what was happening.

"Oh! Are you deaf? I know some sign language but I can write stuff down if it's easier." Before Yoongi had a chance to protest you were beginning to sign to him, something he didn't even understand himself but he was pretty sure you'd gotten it wrong.

"Can I get some tea?" He didn't know what was going on with his stomach but his grandfather always told him that tea solved most issues. Something warm to settle a raging stomach.

"Sure! I have a whole selction-" You were about to list off the extensive list you had when Yoongi shook his head,

"Early grey would be fine, with Milk."

"To go?" You arched a brow at him, most people that came in dressed the way he was got all of their orders to go. You knew the type he was, a businessman, too busy to learn the name of the place they were in but were loyal to it, it was nice.

"Erm," Yoongi glanced around and then down at his watch. He wasn't due back at work for another hour or so,

"I'll stay," He smiled at you and you nodded, pointing around the shop for him to sit anywhere he wanted. It wasn't like it was going to get busy anytime soon and your regular customer you'd had for a few months had suddenly stopped coming recently.

"Sure, make yourself comfortable." You gestured around the room and Yoongi stayed frozen in place,

"Don't you need my name for the order?" Yoongi countered you smirked a little at him.

"Because it'll get lost in the sea of customers?" You asked sarcastically, laughing nervously at the end,

"I guess that's true." He chuckles a little, and for the first time in a long time it feels like a genuine laugh from him, something he hadn't done for a long time

"He died?" Your voice was so sympathetic as soon as Yoongi told you about his grandfather, Rath, who had been your most loyal and regular customer. The two of you had been discussing your business for a while and you'd mentioned to Yoongi about having to close down soon if you weren't picking up in business.

"I wondered why he stopped coming by," You slowly sank down in the armchair opposite Yoongi and he smiled sadly down at the cup of tea in his hands.

"Were you close to my grandfather?" You weren't close with the man but he'd been coming in every day it felt like you were friends.

"I wouldn't say close but we did talk a lot whenever he was here, he loved you." You smiled, Rath had spoken so much about Yoongi that you felt as though you knew him but he hadn't been at all what you were expecting.

You'd expected some small, nerdy-looking guy but Yoongi was the opposite, he was built well, dressed in the finest of suits and looked as though he could be in the pages of magazines.

"I have a proposition for you." He suddenly said. Yoongi wasn't blind, he could see the business was going under and he knew you needed him as much as he needed you.

"Which is?" You laughed a little, looking up at the time and then back to Yoongi. The two of you had been sat talking for almost two hours now and still not a single other person had come in, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Yoongi, who was already concocting a plan in his mind.

"I need to get married." He said bluntly.

"And I need your help to do it." You held back the urge to laugh as you stared at him, you weren't sure what his grandfather had told him but you didn't know anyone in the market at the minute.

"Unfortunately I'm not sure I'm your girl, I can't help."

"But you can. You see, I have a lot of money and you need a lot of money." You knew that already, the Min family were richer than rich, one of the richest families in the world.

"What makes you think I NEED money?" You were trying to play it close to your chest, but it was true. You were desperate for money, your coffee machines were broken and you were behind on four months worth of rent.

"Yn, let's be real, your business is going under and I can help. I can keep you afloat or make you a huge success, whatever you want I can do that." As amazing as that sounded you still didn't know anyone that would be willing to just randomly get married to him,

"But I don't know anyone that wants to be married." You shook your head but Yoongi smirked at you,

"You can marry me," The words registered in your brain and you bit back the urge to laugh in his face.

"Are you insane?" You added a nervous laugh at the end and stood up, moving away from where he was sitting but he was quick to follow you.

"I have a lot of influence, I can easily make this place well known." He told you with a giant smile, your hands nervously tugged at the cleaning rag in your hand and you stared at him.

"Just for marrying you?"

"Just marrying me. All fake, no one would have to know we're not really together," Shit like this didn't happen in real life, only in books and really bad film adaptations, there had to be a catch.

"What do you get out of this? Why do you need a wife so badly?" Was this something he did on a regular? Ask random women to marry him and then never follow through with all of his promises.

"If I get married, I can collect my grandfather's part of the company but I need a wife." He was going to ignore the child part until absolutely necessary, he was sure there was a way out of that.

"Why wouldn't he leave it to you?" You frowned, Rath had seemed so sure of Yoongi, you were positive he would have left his Grandson something.

"He doesn't want me to end up alone," Yoongi admitted, your heart breaking a little as you remembered Rath mentioning he wished he'd never divorced Yoongi's grandmother,

"Oh."

"You'd get your business up and running, booming, I'd get half of the company away from my vultures of a family and everyone will be happy." You'd heard stories of the other side of Yoongi's family, stories from Rath and things you'd read about in the media.

"Okay...But there have to be some rules in place...A contract?"

"Agreed," Yoongi glanced down at his watch and bit his lip, he was already late for a meeting but that didn't matter.

"Come up to my office tonight, give your name to security and they'll bring you up. We'll work out a contract and hash out all of the details." He smiled warmly at you and you somehow believed him that all of this was going to work.

"My business will be fixed if I do this, right?"

"I promise." He breathed out before rushing out of the door, your heart racing at the thought of all of this becoming true. You glanced down at your outfit before cursing yourself, you were dressed in clothes with holes and your apron was torn to pieces.

"New outfit," You mumbled, heading to the door and locking it up. If you were going to go into business with Yoongi then you wanted to look the part.

"Come in," Yoongi called as he heard a small tapping at his office door, the day had gone on for longer than he'd liked and he was looking forward to writing out the contract and heading home for the night.

"Mr Min, Yn is here." His assistant announced before shutting the door, Yoongi slowly glanced up from his desk and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

He had been expecting you in the same scraps of clothes you had worn this morning but instead, you were dressed in a black pencil skirt and a red silk top that was unbuttoned to show just enough cleavage.

"Is this okay? It's the only thing I had left from my office days," You laughed nervously when you noticed him staring at you a little longer than he had done that morning.

"It's-It's erm, perfect." His voice stuttered and cracked as he stared at you. He had no idea that you could look this way and now he suddenly felt as though he was out of his depth.

"Please sit," He gestured to the seat in front of his desk before grabbing two bottles of water and sitting back down. By now you'd gotten out a worn leather-bond book from your bag and smiled.

"Let's get straight to it," You said, your tone businesslike yet hidden with a little humour. Yoongi smiled to himself, preparing his own notepad.

"We need some rules in place, so nothing is blurred along the way." He stated simply.

"Your business will be my number one priority during all of this. We'll sit down with a bookkeeper and organise your bills as well as figure out anything that's owed." You suddenly felt your chest tighten, you were in a massive amount of debt. Yoongi had already gone into research mode when he got home and knew everything you needed to pay off.

"T-That might be a lot. Are you sure you're up for it?" You hated that you were in so much debt, when you'd ventured out alone to own your own place you'd been so sure it would be great you could pay it back in no time.

"No issue, I assure you, I didn't become the CEO Of Min Media but shying away from challenges." Your debt wouldn't even cause a dent in his savings but he wasn't going to tell you that and make you feel bad about it.

"That means a lot...Thank you," You smiled warmly, the smile sent his stomach into knots once again, he really wanted to see someone about that.

"We need to keep everything strictly professional." You finally stated, looking up from your notepad and back at Yoongi who was, once again, staring at you.

"Agreed." He jotted it down on the notepad.

"Secondly, we can't tell anyone it's not real. It's imperative to me we keep everything hidden. We keep up a genuine illusion to appease my family and the shareholders." He told you, if anyone found out this was all fake he'd most likely lose his shareholdings as well as be the laughingstock of the media world.

"Agreed." You wrote it down, and Yoongi eyed you up. You'd been quiet about your family finding out and it worried him a little. He didn't want you to go around telling anyone it was fake, it would only take one slip-up for the world to know.

"What about your family?"

"What about them?" You asked, staring up at him with a blank expression on your face, Yoongi frowned.

"You can't tell them the truth." He reminded you and you nodded, your lips in a line as you shrugged your shoulders a little.

"Not a problem, I haven't spoken to them in almost four years since I went out on my own to own a cafe."

"Understood. We must present as a united front," He stared at you. His heart felt heavy at the thought of your family ignoring you for following your dreams.

"We will have to attend social events together, support each other publicly and appear as a happy married couple at all times." You nodded at him.

"I can handle that." It was no big deal, you'd get to dress fancy for a while and it would be fun,

"Living arrangements?" Yoongi wrote down and then stared at you,

"Well, I currently have a place in the lower part of Seoul, you're more than welcome to come and live with me," You teased only to be met with widened eyes.

"That was a joke Yoongi," You clarified with a small laugh,

"You can move in with me." He stated plainly, you frowned at him. As much as you hated your place you weren't sure moving in with him was the best idea.

"Is it necessary though?"

"Yn, once we're seen together you'll never get peace...People will want to know why a soon-to-be-married couple are living separately." You knew he was right, there would be too many questions and you didn't want to have to deal with them,

"Okay."

"I'll arrange a moving van for you tomorrow." He smiled, writing down on a sticky note to remind himself once the two of you were done.

"Can I suggest one more?"

"Sure." He looked up at you, expecting something about asking to be paid, or for more than you were getting out of it. All of which he was willing to do if it meant getting what he needed out of you.

"No falling in love. It's a business arrangement and any romantic feelings that may develop should be ignored." Yoongi was taken back but nodded his head at you.

"Of course. We have a deal." He smiled shaking your hand across the table.

With a sense of determination, you added a final clause to your contract: Yoongi would take over the financial management of Pages & Aromas, ensuring its stability and prosperity while also shouldering the burden of its debts.

"We will be announcing our marriage this weekend, it'll be held here. In the meantime, I'll pay your rent for the cafe," He stated as you both signed along the pieces of paper, Yoongi took them both into his grasp and filed them in his drawer his eyes lingering over the clause about not falling in love.

"I'd like it if you didn't work for a few months if that's okay?" He suggested, staring at you as you frowned.

"We can fix up the shop a little, have it redone to your specifications and then announce it as a grand opening."

"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"You can do whatever you want, money is no issue."

"It is for me."

"We'll be married, what's mine...is yours," He stated before laying down a black card in front of you.

"Yoongi, it's already enough you're helping my business I can't take your money too." The statement was shocking, everyone Yoongi knew was always after his money, it was why he'd never dated in the past.

"Fine. But please keep it, you can use it as an emergency card, or if you need an outfit for an event...it's yours," He told you as you flipped the card over, already finding your name inscribed on it, had he been so sure about all of it since this morning?

"Okay. Fine."

"I'll have Alan drive you home and I'll see you tomorrow at my place." He smiled warmly at you as you got up from the chair, feeling a little overwhelmed with everything but nodding your head.

With a sense of nervousness mingled with excitement, you stepped into Yoongi's luxurious penthouse apartment. Your final box had been taken up by a group of men and you were unsure of what you were supposed to do now. You walked through the door, slipping off your shoes before your eyes widened at the opulence that surrounded you. The spacious living area was adorned with sleek modern furniture and tasteful artwork while floor-to-ceiling windows offered sweeping views of the city skyline below. You could practically see all of Seoul from up here, how did he get anything done? You knew you'd find yourself people-watching more than you should.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you set about unpacking your belongings, your mind racing with thoughts of the new chapter that lay ahead. As you sorted through boxes and arranged your stuff in their designated places, you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place in such a lavish environment.

"Mr Min will be late this evening, he said to make yourself at home," Alan, who had driven you home the night previous, said with a warm smile on his face. But how were you supposed to do that? You didn't know what you were and weren't allowed to do or even where to go. Did he have rooms off-limits to you? More questions flooded your mind but as the afternoon waned into evening, you found solace in the familiar routine of preparing dinner, the rhythmic chopping of vegetables and the sizzle of food cooking on the stove grounding you in the present moment.

You'd always loved cooking, you were hungry and determined to make a good impression on Yoongi. Even going as far as to make your famous cake no one could say no to it.

By the time Yoongi arrived home, the apartment was filled with the tantalizing scent of home-cooked food and freshly baked treats. Stepping through the door, he was greeted by the sight of you bustling about the kitchen, a warm smile gracing your lips.

"Welcome home," You said, your voice infused with genuine warmth, something Yoongi hadn't had the pleasure of hearing in years. His eyes lit up with surprise and appreciation as he took in the scene before him.

"You've been busy," he remarked, a note of amusement in his voice as he watched you carefully. You shrugged modestly, a warm feeling spreading onto your cheeks.

"I wanted to do something nice for you. Dinner will be ready soon, and I made cake." Yoongi's smile widened as he crossed the room to envelop you in a grateful hug.

"Thank you, Yn. You didn't have to do all this." You were in shock at the hug at first, your heart thumping as you tried not to overthink it. He was just grateful for the food. You smiled a little, returning the embrace, a sense of contentment settling over you.

"I know. But I wanted to." You admit before going to set everything down on the table ready to eat.

It had been almost a week since the news had broke that you and Yoongi were going to be married and he'd been right. People followed you EVERYWHERE. You'd gone grocery shopping two nights after the news was released and you'd been followed by men with cameras, all of them screaming questions at you. Luckily you and Yoongi had already come up with a story for you both, something easy to remember. You'd met because of his grandfather and it had almost been love at first sight.

Tonight though you were at a restaurant together, your hands linked on the table as you stared lovingly at one another. All of it feels a little too real for you.

"Tell me something about you that I wouldn't find in a magazine or news article." You begged Yoongi. Since moving in with him you'd done extensive research on him, wanting to be prepared in case any of his crazy family members tried to doubt the two of you.

Yoongi stared at you, hesitating for a moment as he thought about it. He was torn between the desire to open up to you and betraying your agreement but the look in your eyes made it hard to resist.

"Well, I've always loved astronomy," He confessed, his eye staring down at the glass feeling suddenly vulnerable.

"There's something about the vastness of the universe that puts everything into perspective." Your eyes lit up with interest, finally, something about him that wasn't run-of-the-mill CEO shit.

"That's beautiful," You whispered,

"I've always been drawn to the stars as well." You admit, the two of you getting lost in conversation and completely forgetting about the many people snapping photos of you together. Yoongi let himself open up to you more, finding himself falling in a freefall for you. His head reminded him of the agreement you'd made together, no falling in love and he couldn't risk jeopardizing everything.

"Why haven't you spoken to your family?" He suddenly found himself asking over dessert, your fork freezing midway to your mouth as your throat suddenly ran dry.

"They decided they didn't want me to ruin their family name,"

"But you were following your dreams, shouldn't that be something they were proud of you for doing?" He didn't understand how someone couldn't support the person they loved in everything that they did.

"The Score family don't follow dreams, they crush them," Your voice was flat and dry as you placed your fork down.

"Score? As in-"

"Lawyers, the best in the business." You hissed out, you hated that all of this was being bought up but you owed it to Yoongi to tell him the truth.

"I don't speak to them, biologically I'm their daughter but legally I'm not."

"You were emancipated?" He watched you closely and you nodded your head,

"As soon as I left the company I did it myself," You admit with a smile on your face, you were proud of what you'd done. Being a lawyer had never been your dream and if the people that had raised you had it their way you'd still be another cog in the inner workings of their awful company.

"Believe me Yoongi, they have nothing to do with me-" His hand was on top of yours, rubbing over your skin in a soothing motion.

"It wouldn't bother me if they were still in your life." He promises, a weight being lifted from your chest as you let out a happy sigh.

The two of you continued to talk all night long, discovering things each other you hadn't known before and it was starting to feel like a true friendship was forming.

Months began to fly by as you and Yoongi worked on your fake relationship and countless parties you attended together, business and personal, but tonight was the one you were most nervous about. You were pacing around in the living room of the apartment waiting for Yoongi to come down and meet you. Your hands nervously played with the purse you were holding, the prospect of meeting his family tonight looming over your head like a dark cloud.

The door to the living room opened and Yoongi stepped inside, freezing when he saw you pacing around but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You were in a stunning floor-length gown, crimson colour to match his tie but it clung to your body perfectly, seeing you turned his blood to fire. You paced away from him giving him the perfect view of the back of the gown, which had a crisscrossing strap at the back, the fabric shimmering and glowing with every step you took.

"I don't know if I can do this." You admit to Yoongi once you notice him there. You'd been faking it with everyone and everyone believed you so far but were his family going to be so easy to convince?

"Your family...they're going to see right through me." Your voice trembled with uncertainty and Yoongi smiled weakly walking over to you. He was nervous himself but he wasn't going to admit it to you.

"Yn, you're stronger than you think." He told you, his hand gently reaching out and rubbing your arm.

"We'll get through tonight, together." He had no doubt the two of you could convince his family you were together, to be honest, he had a hard time convincing himself it wasn't real.

"What if they ask about our relationship and I cock the story up? What if they see through me?" He smiled down at you, running his hand over your cheek.

"We'll handle it, Yn. I won't let anything happen to you," And he meant it, if anything were to ever happen to you he knew he'd never survive it.

After months of spending every second by your side, he felt himself falling harder and harder in love with you until the point where everything was blurred except for you. All he cared about was a future with you. His words were like a lifeline pulling you back from the edge of panic, you took in a deep breath and forced yourself to focus on everything again.

"And if they don't believe us? What happens to me?" You asked, your voice tinged with apprehension.

"I'll make sure your business is taken care of, I'll not let anything happen to you but for now, let's focus on getting through tonight together." He whispers, kissing your hand softly as you feel a spark running through your veins. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew that as long as you faced them together, you could conquer anything that stood in your way. And with that realization, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

As the two of you made your way through the entrance, all eyes turned to greet you, your presence as a couple commanding attention amidst the sea of glamorous attendees.

"They're staring." You uttered to Yoongi as he smirked, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked together, your steps synchronized in harmony. Heads turned, smiles were exchanged and greetings were offered as you passed by people.

"How could they not? You look like you stepped out of a magazine, you look beautiful." It wasn't the first compliment that Yoongi had ever paid you, in fact, you'd grown used to the compliments he'd give to you all the time. Including the small hugs and kisses the two of you would share even if you were in public, it was clear lines were starting to blur but you weren't entirely sure you minded anymore.

"Look, it's Min Yoongi and his fiancée," Someone whispered, their voice tinged with awe.

"They're a stunning couple." Her date said back to her, their eyes trailing over you both as you moved through the crowd.

"Let's give them something to talk about," Yoongi whispered but before you had a chance to ask what he was talking about he was taking you over to the dance floor.

His hand rested gently on your waist, guiding you with a tender pull as you began to move around the dance floor together, the rest of the world fading into the background.

Your movements were slow and deliberate, each steps a silent conversation between you as you swayed to the rhythm of the music. Your heart raced with every beat, your breath catching in your throat as you allowed yourself to be swept up by the magic of the moment.

"You look beautiful," Yoongi whispered, your eyes locking as you stared at one another.

"You said that already," You mumbled nervously as he smirked to himself, moving in time with you as you fell back into a comfortable silence. Not a single word needed to be uttered as you knew what was happening to you, you were falling in love with him too fast and everything was falling apart around you. You continued to dance together, neither of you daring to speak the words that lingered in the back of your head. Knowing that acknowledging your love would shatter the delicate illusion you'd worked so hard to maintain.

"So this is the lovely Yn." You turned your head to face Juliain, Yoongi's father and Yoongi wrapped his arm tighter around your waist.

"Lovely dance the two of you did, your mother made me dance shortly after." He chuckles softly but Yoongi remains deadpan and unreadable, his grip on you tightening. You'd heard about Julilan from both Rath and Yoongi and you knew the man was bad news, a slimeball only after money.

"Julilan. Lovely to see you, shame you didn't make it to grandfather's funeral, it was a lovely service." Yoongi said coldly, your eyes staring up at him. Julian had refused to go to the funeral but had gone to the reading of the will, only to see what he was entitled to.

"I have no doubt, you always knew how to throw a party." Julian laughed but your heart shattered, Rath had been an amazing man and to insinuate that a party was held for his dying instead of a grand funeral boiled your blood.

"Party? A man died-"

"Hush. You don't speak unless spoken to." Julian said in a dismissive tone, your mouth dropping open as you couldn't believe the man in front of you.

"With all due respect, sir, I am not a decoration on Yoongi's arm I am his Fiancée," You spoke clearly but Julian turned to look at his son who was now red in the face,

"I see she has no manners or concept of brains. Where did you pick her up? A brothel?" Your stomach dropped as you looked down at yourself, was he implying you looked like a whore? The woman who had dressed you tonight told you that you'd looked elegant.

"Don't." Yoongi seethed through gritted teeth,

"Women should be seen and not heard. Act like the trophy wife you are meant to be." Julian was in your face but within seconds he was shoved away by Yoongi, a smirk playing on his father's lips as he realised he was getting under his skin.

"Don't speak to my wife like that." He ordered but you pulled at his arm, you could already see people starting to stare and Yoongi didn't need the bad press.

"You're not married yet. Are you really going to cause a scene over a woman? Behave." He hissed at him, you stared at him as you waited for him to insult him one last time.

"Still just a child." He muttered, about to walk away when you finally found your voice once more.

"A child who has done more than you'll ever accomplish in your life." You hissed out at him, earning a smirk from Yoongi, he had to admit he was proud of you for not backing down from him.

"Why you little-" A hand was raised in the air but Yoongi caught it, shoving his father away from you.

"I see why you hate the man." You mumbled as Yoongi checked on you, his eyes softening once he saw you were okay.

"If he'd hurt you just then." It didn't bear to think about, he was angry, blood-curdling as he thought about the way his father had gone to strike you.

"He didn't." You whispered to him, your hand rubbing his back softly but it did nothing to calm him down right now.

"I'd kill him."

"Yoongi." You pleaded with him, but he was lost in his own anger.

"He's a disgusting piece of shit and I would have killed him." You stepped in front of him, your eyes finding his as he stared down at you in shock,

"But then I'd have no one to watch the stars with," You whispered only for his whole body to relax and he nodded slowly at you.

"Let's get some food and go out on the balcony, we can go and look at the stars and pretend Julian isn't even here," You offered to him.

Yoongi ventured off to fetch some food and you found yourself alone in the gala, looking around at everyone who was dancing together or mingling. This world was something you'd never thought you'd fit into before but after spending so much time in it, it almost felt like home.

"Ah, Yn dear, there you are." You slowly turned around to see Mia, Rath's ex-wife making her way to you with a giant smile on her face.

"I've been meaning to have a word with you," She said as she reached you, her voice gentle and a welcoming contrast compared to her son.

"Of course, Mrs Min. Is everything alright?" You eyed her up as she smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"No one's called me that in years, call me Mia." She begged, you nodded at her and slowly made your way out onto the balcony to talk better together.

"I wanted to first tell you how happy I am that Evan has found someone like you." Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart fluttering at the unexpected praise.

"T-Thank you, Mia. That means a lot to me." Mia reached out to pat your hand affectionately.

"You know, I've seen the way he looks at you. It reminds me of the way Rath used to look at me." Your breath caught in your throat at the implication of her words.

"I...I'm not sure what you mean." She chuckled softly at you,

"Oh, my dear, don't be so modest. It's written all over his face- He loves you, and I couldn't be happier for the both of you, even if you were faking it at first." You smiled weakly, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to process everything you'd just heard. Yoongi loved you - truly, deeply and unequivocally and that sent a surge of panic through you.

"Rath would have adored seeing you both together," Mia added before giving you an envelope.

"In my side of the will I was to give this to the beautiful girl from the cafe, now I assume that's you." You stared down at the envelope and nodded, quickly placing it into your bag to look at another time, when you weren't so stressed.

"I-I have to go," You rushed out, panic taking over you as you began to hurry through the crowded hall. Your mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear, you loved him too but there was no way you could do this. You raced around a corner when you collided with Yoongi, sending you both sprawling to the floor.

"Yn, what's wrong?" Concern was etched in his features as he reached out to steady you. Your breathing turned tagged as you struggled to compose yourself, slowly standing up.

"I...I need to talk to you," Your voice barely came out above a whisper but Yoongi nodded, leading you to a nearby alcove away from prying eyes.

"What is it, Yn? You're shaking." He reached out to touch you and you took in a deep breath, words tumbling out in a rush as you fought to make sense of everything.

"I just spoke to your grandmother, and she...she said that you love me, Yoongi. And...I...I don't know what to do." Yoongi's expression softened as he reached out to cup your trembling hands in his, his touch sending a shiver of warmth coursing through you.

"Yn, listen to me. I know this is overwhelming but you need to understand something...you belong here with me," You stared up at him as he didn't deny falling for you, tears welling up in your eyes as you shook your head.

"I ran away from this world."

"And now you're back but I promise it'll be nothing like your family's world." He breathed out as you stared at him, his eyes boring into you,

"You belong here, with me."

` "What if you suddenly decide I'm not good enough for you? What if I can't give you everything you deserve?" Yoongi brushed a gentle thumb across your cheek, wiping away a tear.

"You're everything I need, Yn. Your love, your strength, your unwavering support - it's more than I could ever hope for. And as long as we have each other, we can face whatever comes our way." Tears began to melt away as you stared at him.

"I love you, Yoongi." You whispered, the words feeling like a weight was taken right off our chest.

"I love you, Yn, Always." He whispered.

With a soft sigh, he closed the distance between you and you leaned in slowly to him. It felt like an eternity until your lips met in a tender kiss, time seemed to stand still as you savoured the sweetness of the moment, your hearts beating in harmony as you finally surrendered to the pull of love. It was a kiss so full of tenderness and longing, of hope and promise.

When you pulled away your foreheads touched and you giggled a little.

"Let's go home, I wanna show you how much I really love you," He winks, as you squeal a little taking his hand and practically dragging him out of the party.

Months Later

"CEO'S Expecting: Min Yoongi and Min Yn Announce Pregnancy, Anticipate The New Heir To The Legacy?" You read out the title of the "Webber Files" newspaper and stared over at Yoongi with a blank expression.

"I see why their paper sucks," You grumbled, folding it up and staring at your husband who hadn't been able to take his eyes off you.

"Don't look at me like that, the last time you looked at me like that, this happened!" You stated, pointing down at your baby bump and whining at him.

"But we had fun," He wiggled his eyebrows at you and sat down beside you on the sofa, the two of you curling up together on a lazy Saturday morning.

"We did," You giggled as he ran his hand over your bump, smiling happily to himself. Not long after you found out you were expecting Yoongi told you the other stipulation about getting his grandfather's portion of the company and that was a child but you couldn't have been happier it was happening.

"Julian will flip a lid." You laughed at the thought of his father finding out about his son having a child but more importantly, you couldn't wait for him to figure out he was getting nothing in the will besides a small shop in the middle of nowhere.

"Oh, I meant to say. Gran asked if you'd looked into the envelope yet. Whatever that means," He frowns and you reach out for your bag, opening it up to find the envelope still sitting there.

As you took it out and opened it you couldn't believe what you were reading.

"By now I assume Yoongi and yourself are together and knowing My Mia she would have given this to you at the appropriate time, but enclosed are the deeds to your cafe. All yours, all paid for, as well as the number to my lawyer who will arrange for you to inherit some money as an investment to you and your dream.

Best Wishes,

Rath,"

You and Yoongi stared at one another, laughing a little as you realised Rath had been planning your get-together for a very long time.

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Hiiii, how are you doin' todayyy? :3

Anw, request for suguru based from 'TOO LATE' by Chase Atlantic??? It's a need🙇🙇🙇

TOO LATE

♡ — “Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me..”

,, x fem! reader , mean sugu , infidelity from reader who had a boyfriend , sex while on phone , slapping (once) , unprotected , light degradation , not proofread , i’m tired idk what else

note : omg c’mere ima kiss u sm i love this song <33 + this rlly rushed :((

“all it took was a little date to get you in my bed? you’re a little too predictable sweetheart..” suguru chuckles into your throat, lips leaving kisses from a man you thought you’d never be in this position with, his bang brushing your skin as you try to explain yourself with weak mewls.

it wasn’t a date. just a hangout at some bar so you could clear your mind after having a fallout with your boyfriend, again. and of course, you ran to suguru, again. but it’s never ended like this, you folded on the same bed you were crying on and taking his dick like a good girl. both of you sweaty and naked under the moonlight peeking through his open blinds. your nails dig into his back as his dick pushes through your gummy walls.

“n-no, i wasn’t— we’re just friends..” you sound so stupid, but god, you know you can’t live with knowing that you cheated. and suguru knows, he knows all too well, with that sexy smirk as he rocks his cock into your delicious pussy. “nah, not anymore baby. all you needed was someone to sweep you up from that deadbeat, yeah?” he coos, moving a hand to your chin while his other stables himself.

his thumb slips between your wet lips, turning your words into little whimpers around the muscle, “yea you did.. don’t worry. i’m here now, all we gotta do is let him know, right?” he whispers, gazing at the pink tongue lolling around his thumb, then pulling at your bottom lip and tutting at the sound of your buzzing phone.

but it was the perfect time, he thinks.

dread fills your body as he reaches over the drawer your phone laid on and grabbed it. you lock your legs around him, distress apparent on your expression, “wait, please do—“ but of course, he answers it, slapping your thigh as a warning, “hello?” suguru cocks his head, a smile on his face, despite the clear disinterest for the words from the male on the other side of the phone.

suguru beams once your boyfriend asks about you, that mean grin curling on his lips as he finally directs his attention to you. he covers your mouth while he places the phone beside you, muffling your whines as his cock fills you up to the hilt. “oh she’s right here. y’know you should be careful with what you say to her. she still a bit.. sensitive.” a snicker lays under his voice, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight of your tears, trying to catch your breath silently as you hear your boyfriend’s worried voice.

“hey baby, are you there? im sorry for what i said.. it’s been days since you’ve been home..” he sighs over the phone, and you know you have no right to want to roll your eyes at the words that he’s said countless times. but you can’t because suguru rolls his hips, a hand placed right above your pelvis area. “um— oh god, i-it’s okay..” you try to bite your lip, eyes flickering from the pure bliss of suguru beginning to fuck into you slowly. allowing you to feel every ridge and bump of his dick, tip all mushroomy and hitting your cervix when he’d thrust just a bit too far.

“are you okay there? is geto still there? you sound like you had too much to drink.” you can practically see the concerned look on your boyfriend’s face, oblivious to the fact that you’re getting fucked out your mind by the said man. your eyes dart up to suguru, who clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes down at you and gesturing for you to keep talking. “m’fine.. just— i think we should talk later.” your breath hitches as suguru gives you a harsh thrust, probably disappointed with your words.

but soon a moan escapes you as he rubs your clit, your hand flying to your mouth while your other goes to your phone. “fuckin’ dummy..” suguru murmurs, grabbing your hand that almost hung up the phone, “what the fuck? what’s going on?” your boyfriend's mood changes in an instance from hearing the unfamiliar sound that he could never pull from you.

even on a good day.

“jesus christ— i’m fucking your girl.” suguru groans, almost fed up and slapping your cheek lightly. “thought you could get out of this huh?” he says condescendingly, then squeezing your cheeks together and kissing you roughly. “nono w-wasn’t gonna.. m’sorry, please don’t.” you whine against his lips, fat tears rolling down your face. but the dark haired man could care less, biting your ruined lips before pulling away.

“shh, just doing you a favor.” he towers over you, ignoring the yells that can be heard over the device beside your head. his hips finally move again, knocking into you with a heavy pounding that makes you forget about your beloved. “can you shut the fuck up? just listen to how good i make her feel.” your moans surround the bedroom, body shaking and squelching being heard from where you two are connected.

your boyfriend goes silent, probably turned on from the sounds of your pleasure. despite being so eager to call the secondary man, suguru finds it easier to focus now that he’s silent. wanting to give a little goodbye for that manipulative goody two shoes of yours. and as you cum, ears ringing and fingers grabbing the closest things to you, suguru grabs your phone, hips stuttering as he struggles to swipe to the camera, taking a multitude of pictures of your beautiful fucked out expression.

but he only sends the one picture that shows his cum covering your tummy. that’s the best that little fucker will get.

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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hi, would you be able to do reader gets too drunk at a party and a someone hits on her before boyfriend rafe saves her ?!

reading my mind fr. yes!!!! hope you enjoy <3

╰┈➤ partying with protective!rafe

warnings: swearing, violence, use of alcohol.

summary: y/n gets a bit too drunk at a kook party. rafe has to step in when someone tries hitting on her.

y/n giggled to herself as she stumbled through the house to get another drink, leaving rafe to do ‘business’ in the living room. the clatter of her heels against the wooden floor was drowned out by the music.

a few fellow kooks said their ‘hey’s’ and ‘hi’s’ as she passed. y/n enjoyed the pleasantries, she was a people person. however, she was sure the majority of people were only nice to her out of fear, fear of rafe cameron’s bad side to be specific. despite this, there was always one, one guy who thought he had a chance with her.

“hey y/n!” an unfamiliar voice called from behind her as she grabbed two cups to fill. turning, she vaguely recognised him but couldn’t find the name. unable to hide hee confused look, he spoke up again. “it’s me, jason, we had maths class together a few years ago?” he stated, trying to jog the girls memory. feigning surprise, she smiled sweetly. “oh, of course! great to see you!” y/n beamed while she poured two more drinks for her and rafe.

rather than picking them up, she knocked them over, spilling one of them all over jason. gasping, she rushed to clean it up, grabbing a rag. “oh gosh, i am so sorry! here..” apologetically handing him the rag. y/n sighed in relief as the boy began laughing, rather than being upset with her. “hey, it’s fine! you can always make up for it” he smirked, wiping his now soaked shirt. choosing to ignore the last part, she picked up the re-filled cups and apologised one last time before going to move past him. his arm stopped her, effective caging her in between the counter.

“how about you make it up to me now?” he whispered, a sinister smirk plastered on his face. “sorry, i don’t quite understand?” y/n questioned, oblivious to what was going on. “why don’t we go upstairs, and you can apologise for spilling your drink on me?” jason suggested, still keeping her backed up against the counter.

“no, sorry. my boyfriends waiting for me..” she rushed, attempting to move past him once more. huffing, jason refused to let her go. “boyfriend? who’s your boyfriend huh?”

“rafe cameron, im sure you’ve heard of him” y/n stated, half expecting him to shit his pants and back up. unfortunately for her, jason did the opposite. laughing obnoxiously, jason only moved closer. y/n’s breath hitched as the boy took another step towards her, placing his hand on her waist.

“cameron’s a bitch man, you’d be much better off with-” before he could finish his sentence, a low voice called out aggressively. “who’s a bitch?”

a look of sheer terror spread across jason’s face as he hesitantly turned around. y/n took her chance and moved out from behind jason, taking her place beside rafe as he glared at him. “h-hey man, i was just kidding, y’know?” jason stuttered as rafe towered above him. in a swift move, her boyfriend grabbed ahold of jason’s collar with one fist as the other struck the boys jaw, knocking him to the floor.

“rafe! rafe it’s fine! just leave it!” y/n demanded from behind her boyfriend, hesitant to get in between the two. jason writhed in pain on the floor, allowing rafe to step over him.

“leave it rafe! please!” y/n continued pleading, knowing rafe often went too far. a low growl left rafe’s throat, grabbing the boys collar once more before spitting on him. “you’re fucking lucky she’s here.” rafe snapped at him threateningly.

turning on his heel, rafe softly grabbed y/n’s waist. “you okay princess?” he whispered, blood still boiling at the audacity of that boy. nodding quickly, she smiled up at him.

“you are my saviour, rafe cameron. i love you” chuckling at her words, he leant down and kissed her roughly, putting on a show for those watching. “i love you too baby”

#rafecameron #dom!rafe #mean!rafe #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe angst #rafe imagine #rafe fic #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #obx

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kikixreverie · 1 year

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Sweeter mornings

Roommate!Bucky x Female reader

Summary - After an intense night with your roommate, Bucky Barnes, you wake in his arms with the promise he had made to you only hours before playing on your mind, he definitely intends to keep it. Part 2 of sleepless nights.

Word count - 2.8k

Warnings - (18+) smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, friends to lovers, fluff.

A/N - Part 2 of sleepless nights is finally here! After many sleepless nights of my own I might add. Hopefully you all enjoy and it can live amongst it's famed sibling (my most liked/rebloged fic ever). Also this fic could probably be read alone if you haven't read part 1 but I still would recommend reading it for full context.

Sleepless nights (part 1)

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It was almost afternoon when you woke up. No loud alarm to jolt you awake, no rushing to get yourself dressed for work, it was still and calm, something you hadn't experienced much living in an apartment in Brooklyn.

You eyes fluttered open and closed, feeling rested for the first time in a long time, you'd finally slept longer than 5 hours in weeks, though well into the late morning as you could tell.

Thank god for weekends... and thank god for Bucky.

You peaked your eyes open at the reminder of him, and the reminder of what had occurred between you last night, and despite the soothing warmth that surrounded you, for a moment, you worried he would have already fled, but with a gentle tug of an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, your worries were mere worries.

Bucky had stayed.

You didn't let yourself dwell on what that could mean for the both of you, instead you snuggled into his warmth, resting your own hand on the metal one he had on your stomach, pushing away any insecurities and letting yourself enjoy this while you had it.

His legs were entangled with yours under the duvet, nose pressed against the nape of your neck, his other arm under the pillow you rested your head on. You were surrounded by him in the best possible way, that touch-starved part of you basking in the affection of his embrace.

Your eyes fluttered closed again, sinking into the bed when Bucky shifted behind you, his nose pressing against that sensitive spot below your ear, nuzzling slightly before kissing he kisses you there, soft and slow.

You couldn't help but release a pleased sigh, biting your lip when he continued his kissing, trailing his lips down your neck, then kissing your shoulder. You turned in his arms, facing him, and Bucky squeezed your hip in appreciation when you didn't waste any time with kissing him properly, placing your hand on his cheek to rub your thumb across his cheekbone.

Bucky shifted his hand to your thigh, grabbing above your knee to hitch your leg over his, effectively pressing your body against his, and you could already feel his arousal.

You almost felt guilty as you recalled last night, remembering that you had gone to sleep before returning the favour, leaving Bucky to deal with himself.

You wondered if he had managed to get himself off, but considering he had cuddled up to you last night in the same position you woke in, you doubt he had the chance. Which is why you didn't hesitate to push him onto his back, straddling his stomach as you kissed him harder.

You were both out of breath, lips kiss bitten and cheeks heated when Bucky pulled away from you, panting with his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

You were in a similar state, though you tried to force down a smile when you realised that you had somehow managed to get a super solider out of breath, something you knew didn't happen often.

"I should get you some food, it's the afternoon." Bucky said in a raspy, unbelievably sexy, morning voice, the first words spoken since last night. He opened his eyes to look up at you, and you instantly recalled the image of his head between your legs last night, and huffed a laugh at the almost shy look he had on his face now.

"I'm not hungry." You replied, pouting slightly, shifting yourself backwards to sit further on his hips, your ass brushing against his hard cock still confined to his boxers, and a rush of air slipped past Bucky's lips, quickly reaching for your waist and holding you in place.

"Honey, I-" He stopped himself, getting distracted by the sight of your bare chest above him, before dragging his eyes back to yours again, his cheeks pinker. He licked his lips as he failed to regain his focus, furrowing his brows to try to seem more stern, "You need to eat."

"And I will, after you fulfil that promise you made to me last night." You reminded him, kissing his soft lips again, watching how his eyes fluttered closed and he lifted his head to follow your lips when you pulled back, desperate for it to continue. His hips lifted of the own accord from the mattress when you crawled down his body, trailing kisses as you went, just as Bucky had to you last night. You thought it only fair for you to torture him the same sweet way he did you.

You looked up at him when you reached his boxers, watching as he wet his lips with his tongue while you lowered yourself to kiss the dip between his abs, biting your lip in appreciation of the sight of the happy trail that led from his navel, down to where his boxers covered him.

You smiled up at him when Bucky finally lifted his hips slightly to let you slide them off.

God was he a pretty sight.

His cock was desperately hard, already leaking and a deep flush of red from the tip down, Bucky hissed at the sensation of the cool air alone against him, you could only imagine how sensitive he'd be for your tongue.

You gently took his cock in your hand, watching Bucky's face the entire time, not wanting to take your eyes away from him.

As you pumped him from base to tip, he instantly lifted his hips, whispering curses under his breath, you wondered how long it had been since he last came, by the sight of him, it was a while.

"You okay, Buck?" You asked sweetly, continuing to pump your hand on his length slowly, before rubbing your thumb across the slit at the tip, spreading his desire down his cock, using it to make the soft glide of your hand smoother.

He nodded, his lips parted, watching you with bated breath. You lowered your head closer to him, and Bucky fought with that desperate urge to lift his hips again, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth when you kissed the tip of him, and again, and again and again. Kisses peppered across his cock until he was practically begging.

"Please, honey."

You throbbed between your legs at the sound of him begging you, calling you honey with a voice sweeter than the stuff. You squeezed them together to relieve the ache before you gave him what he needed. How couldn't you?

He moaned when you finally took him into your mouth, teasing the tip of him with your tongue before taking him deeper and hollowing your cheeks around him, your own moan vibrating around his cock when his flesh hand found its way to your head, not forcing any movement, only encouraging you at your own pace.

His body seemed to be out of his control, and Bucky never expected that feeling not to fill him with fear, though in this moment, all he could focus on was the feeling of your hot, wet tongue against his cock, that lust in your eyes when you looked up at him through your lashes.

He didn't think much before he said it, just suddenly filled with the desperation to be as close to you as possible, to be inside of you, make up on that promise.

"Can I fuck you, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice still rough and his breath uneven. He let out another sweet sound when you swirled your tongue around him before pulling your mouth away, nodding in agreement as you quickly crawled back up his body and crashed your lips to his, Bucky's hand cupping your face as he leant up on his elbow, meeting you halfway, kissing you senseless as you situated yourself above his cock and reached between you to sink down onto him, already wet and throbbing with need.

Bucky's eyes rolled back as you slowly sank onto him, tight and wet and fucking perfect. His hand slid between your thighs to gently rub your clit, not wanting you to experience any discomfort, and you moaned against his lips, pressing your forehead to his when you were finally seated, Bucky's cock buried deep inside you.

"Fuck." He breathed, waiting patiently for you to start moving, and when you started rocking your hips, grinding yourself down against him, he smiled as he bit his lip, before he used his other hand to grip your jaw between his thumb and pointer finger, guiding your open mouth to his.

"Bucky-" You rasped, moaning as he teased his tongue into your mouth, his flesh hand still focused on rubbing your clit, his cock barely moving inside you, only keeping you nice and full.

"You close already, sweetheart?" He joked, though the words held no judgement, he was smitten with himself, pulling back to watch your face contort as you edged closer and closer to an orgasm, his fingers moving faster, your hips bucking against him, which only made his cock nudge a spot deep inside you that made you see stars. You were clenching around him and Bucky groaned as you did so. "C'mon honey, cum on my cock."

Your head tipped back as you fell over the edge, your orgasm washing over you in intense waves as Bucky guided you through it, rubbing your clit until it had passed.

"Good girl. You're so perfect, doll." Said Bucky, giving you a few more seconds to recuperate as he kissed down your neck.

When he pulled back to look at you again, that devious smile you had seen a glimpse of last night had returned to his face, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, his metal hand moving to your thigh, dimpling your flesh with the gentlest of squeezes. You almost asked him to squeeze harder.

You bit your lip at his words, huffing a laugh at the state of yourself as you came down from your high, though you were still incredibly hyper-aware of Bucky's cock still inside you, throbbing with need, along with your heart racing in your chest.

You were taken by surprise when he flipped you over, your back hitting the bed with him looming over you, pure, wanton lust in his blue eyes.

You moaned when the movement made the tip of his cock nudge against a spot inside of you that brought a jolt of pleasure, and Bucky seemed to appreciate the sound, watching you as he rolled his hips forward, so perfectly deep inside you.

"C'mon, Buck." You begged, that need for him to finally take you rising steadily in your core.

His eyes darkened and he took your wrists in his hands, pressing them into the mattress above your head with his right hand, as his left travelled to your chest, slowly rubbing your nipple with his thumb.

"You can ask me nicer than that, honey. C'mon pretty baby, say it again. Ask me better. Tell me what you want." He practically purred, his voice liquid honey. His head dipped to lick the nipple he hadn't yet paid attention too, looking up at you when he took it into his mouth, and you arched into his touch, every word that comes out of his mouth only building your desire.

With a mouth like that, you would do virtually anything he asked you to.

"Please, James. I need you to fuck me. God, please, I need it so bad." You whispered breathily, not even comprehending that you had called him by his first name, something you had never done, and he all but growled.

His lips were on yours instantly, tongue dipping past your lips as he finally released your hands and used his arm to wrap around your thighs, just about bending you in half as he finally began to thrust into you, starting slower than you knew he wanted to.

When you threw your head back and cried out at the satisfaction of it, Bucky knew he would be okay to fuck you harder, and before you knew it, his hips were slamming into yours hard, the friction of his cock rubbing against your walls and finding home deep inside you had you arching your body into him, your hands grasping his back, nails scratching into his skin, you almost felt like you would cum again already.

Bucky was just as much of a mess as you, sinful noises escaping past his parted lips, his eyebrows furrowed tightly as he chased his pleasure, dizzy with need, and enraptured with the feel of your hot, wet cunt clenching around him, a perfect fucking fit.

He couldn't help but watch you, your teeth holding your bottom lip, eyes closed.

He released your legs so that he could kiss you again, moaning into your mouth when your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling gently.

Holding himself up with his right arm, his left hand drifted to your chest again, cupping your breast as he tugged at your lip with his teeth, before gliding his thumb across your nipple, the gentle stimulation a perfect contrast to the way he fucked you harder than you ever knew you desperately needed.

You could barely keep yourself quiet, the experience of having sex with your roommate, whom you've been obsessing over for months, was beyond your comprehension. You knew Bucky had already ruined any prospect of another man, not that you would ever want another man anyway.

It was rough and needy, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies, almost feral but god knows the both of you needed it. There was still somehow a softness at the same time, the subtle touches felt just as intense as everything else.

Neither of you wanted it to end, but neither of you had much hope of holding out for much longer.

Bucky was already surprised he'd lasted this long, having technically accidentally edged himself last night, and with the way your mouth was on him earlier, he was absolutely intoxicated with your body.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Bucky husked, resting his forehead on yours so that you could both breath once you'd run out of air. You opened your eyes to meet his as he continued to fuck you into the mattress, your second orgasm creeping closer and closer. "Do you feel good, sweet girl? Look how good you take me, fucking perfect."

Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning at every sensation, gasping at his words, seconds away from coming undone, "James, please."

"Fuck, sweetheart, open your eyes. That's it, look at me, baby. Are you gonna cum?" He asked, though he knew the answer, your legs had wrapped themselves around his waist, your pussy clenching down on him perfectly. He certainly wouldn't be far behind.

You nodded, staring into those blue eyes with your own half lidded, your lips parted and kiss bitten, his metal hand held your jaw gently, only inches away from where he could be holding your throat instead, though you fought the urge you had to move his hand, knowing it might cross a line for him. That didn't stop you from imagining him doing it anyway, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to not be uncomfortable, but still make your heart beat faster in your chest.

Your orgasm hit you then, washing over you with an intensity you were learning apparently came with Bucky's touch. Your hips lifted to meet his, his cock so deep inside you as you clenched down on him.

Bucky came with a broken moan, rolling his hips into yours with deep, shallow thrusts, painting your walls with his cum.

It soothed a burning heat deep inside him, the both of you completely blissed out in the afterglow as you came down, catching your breath as his head dipped to rest on your collarbone.

Your hands were in his hair as he relaxed on top of you, though he still held most of his own weight as to not completely squish you.

"Fuck, Bucky." You breathed, smiling and shaking your head as you played with his hair.

He lifted his head and looked at you, that puppy dog look returning as though he hadn't just fucked you like his life depended on it only minutes ago.

"You okay?" He asked, chiding himself mentally that he hadn't checked up on you already, too lost in the ongoing sensations, and the fact that he was still inside of you.

You nodded, smiling, your fingers drifting to dust across his cheeks, tracing his features gently with your fingertips, the soft touches soothing not only Bucky but yourself too. He closed his eyes at the gentle touch, then kissed you, softer, but somehow more intense, and with something in his eyes when he pulled back that made you blush like you weren't naked beneath him.

"You're the best roommate ever." You joked, raising your eyebrows at him and holding his face in your hands, Bucky laughed softly.

"Well, I was hoping I could be something more than that?" He replied, tilting his head at you, smiling when you nudged your nose against his.

A part of you was still insecure, worried that he didn't like you in the way you did him, but another part of you told you to look at the way he was looking back at you, soft, sweet eyes, and his hands hadn't left your skin all morning, unable to tear them away. You'd both talk properly soon, and you were hopeful of how that conversation would go.

"Hm, I think that could be a good idea, Mr Barnes." You kissed him again, though he pulled away before you were done.

A smirk grew on his lips and the sight made your stomach flutter. He shifted impossibly closer to you. "You keep talking like that, sweetheart, and I'm gonna have to fuck you again."

His ability to switch between puppy dog and cocky bastard was definitely going to be something you were gonna have to get used to, but it wasn't something you didn't appreciate, you smirked all the same, fingers brushing through his soft hair, "You'd be more than welcome to... Mr Barnes."

He laughed quietly, "Oh I will, darling. Still gotta get some food into you first though."

You rolled your eyes playfully, though didn't disagree with him, your light dinner last night did not account for the intense cardio you did not expect yourself to be doing this morning. Nodding along to his words, you kissed him again, wrapping your limbs around his body to pull him as close as possible. You just couldn't get enough.

The kiss ended but Bucky stayed close, whispering against your lips, "If you're a good girl, I'll take you on the kitchen counter."

You couldn't have gotten out of bed and into the kitchen quicker, leaving Bucky smiling to himself in your bed.

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prettygiri222 · 4 months

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Hi baby idk if ur requests are on but can u pls do a black reader who doesn’t have a lot of ass (baby I be reading these fanfics (not urs) and it always has black women with fat ass and big boobs and I’m like 😔 that ain’t me) and who doesn’t smoke, with like anyone but maybe wit eren or Connie, thank you sm girl and even if u don’t do this I appreciate u reading this hottie.

Girl I feel you, my shit not the fattest either but I do smoke myself so that's why it's present in some of my stories😭

Connie x Black Fem Reader SMUT

“stop playing with me mama,” Connie quickly ushered your naked bodies into his bedroom. clothes lost from the heated makeout session that took place on the leather couch in the living room. the movie playing long forgotten on the flat-screen TV. “get on the bed.”

“ah!” you let out a little gasp when he brought his large hands down and delivered a slight slap to your ass. excited for what was coming next you let out a little giggle as you crawled onto the bed. you got into position as you always did, missionary. with you on your back and pulling back your legs so they rested near your head.

Connie loved being able to see your pretty face scrunch up in pleasure. the way your eyes crossed when a particularly strong orgasm raked through your body. the access he had to play with your small tits, his huge hands dwarfing them. he loved the way you clenched extra hard when he tweaked or sucked on your nipples leaving them puffy and sore in the morning.

your slacked jaw gives Connie free entry to your mouth to spit and suck on your tongue, mixing saliva. you're left breathless, gasping for air unable to kiss him back with moans being forced out into his mouth by his deep strokes. or when halfway you would give up on holding your leg and clutch onto him for dear life. your smaller body jostling against his sweaty one as he pounded into your pussy, basically drowning in your slick.

but today he wanted to try something different.

“can you get on your hands and knees for me please?” your boyfriend asked, staring intently at you from above. your cunt was already glistening from just making out but he was no better. his dick was standing at attention between his legs just waiting to find its way inside you.

“ok…” you meekly replied wanting to please your boyfriend. you slowly dragged yourself into the new position. the arch you presented to your boyfriend was utterly pathetic. you felt embarrassed feeling more exposed despite holding yourself open for him only a few moments ago.

“you can do better than that,” Connie said. you felt him nudge his dick against your soaking cunt.

“I can't” you let your head fall against the mattress. god, this was so humiliating. until now Connie never mentioned anything about wanting to try doggy style but you hated it. always jumping into a position that allowed the two of you to be face to face. you loved the sight of Connie above you. his happy trail that led to a sharp v-line, the way his abs flexed after every thrust made you so wet and his caring eyes that watched your every move to see how you would react. a cute way to tell that Connie was close was the way his pink lips quivered faster the closer he got to his orgasm.

but the underlying reason you preferred missionary above all was because anytime you watched porn you noticed how in every video the girls in doggy always had the fattest asses, something you didn’t have. but it wasn’t something that made you self-conscious. you just didn’t think you would enjoy it as much cause of it.

you loved your smaller body and showing it off. like earlier today, you were wearing a tight baby tee and your favourite pair of low waisted jeans that showed off your deep back dimples. Connie could not keep his hands off you, they trailed your exposed skin before pulling at your belt loops. it was his signal that he wanted them off.

Connie on the other hand didn’t mind indulging in your love for missionary. seeing his girl happy and fucked out made him feel good but he felt like he wasn’t able to give you all he had. Connie's dick wasn't the biggest but it was really thick and girthy with a downward curve due to how heavy it hung.

what he noticed after prodding around at your insides with his fingers and memorizing all your soft spots was that your most sensitive spot was upwards, toward your stomach. so in missionary he could only brush it and not abuse it how he wanted.

wanting to hear no more of your complaints Connie took matters into his own hands. he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed where he was standing. before you could turn and see what he was doing he pressed his hand in between your shoulder blades and forced you down face first into the mattress. “oh sweetie, but you can”

your newfound arch was delicious. your upper body was pressed flat against the bed creating a deep curve in your spine that led to your ass that was being held up by Connie. you turned your head to the side so you could breathe

“look at you, so talented,” he praised, marvelling at your body. it was amazing how you could take his dick like a fucking champ yet you were so tiny compared to him. his huge hands swallowed each of your asscheeks as he kneaded them while teasing the tip of his dick against your slicked hole.

“I'm going in,” your boyfriend gave you a brief warning to prepare for the stretch but you weren't ready. you're so used to his curve going down towards your spine so feeling it go up into your tummy was new.

“oh my goddd” you whined out. he bottomed out quickly, his tip kissing your cervix. you instinctively pulled away from him already feeling overwhelmed.

“where you going ma?” Connie stuck his thumbs into your back dimples to give him some leverage. he easily pulled you back onto his dick. you let out a cry as he forced himself inside. “you feeling me deep inside?”

“yeaaa,” the wet squelching sounds of your pussy coating his dick could be heard. some of your wetness dripped down your thighs. after each thrust you could feel yourself being stretched out to fit his size. “all in my tummy pa”

the view Connie had was amazing. he spread your brown cheeks so he could watch himself slide in and out of your tiny cunt, the pink of your pussy appearing when he pulled out. he watched as your creamy paste began to coat his dick. pap! pap! pap! it was like music to his ears.

you were already soaking wet, the sheets underneath where you two connected was drenched and turning darker in colour. so for the pure obscenity of it Connie spat on the shaft of his dick. he groaned watching as your hole greedily slurped it up along with his dick.

“you hear that mama?” pap! pap! pap! Connie gave you a second to listen to the sounds your body was making. it was straight-up pornographic. “that’s how you know I’m hitting it right.”

“uhuhuh” your boyfriend was showing you what you were missing out all this time during missionary. his cock struck the same spot each time. it felt so good that it was starting to hurt.

the force of Connie's pelvis slapping against your ass was enough to send you flying forward every thrust. and each time he pulled you back like you were a fucking ragdoll. you couldn't do anything but take everything he was giving you.

you reached out to trying to grab something, whether it was the sheets, his arm, the bedframe, you just needed something to brace yourself. Connie watched as your tiny hands struggled to grasp at his sheets.

your poor pussy was going to be bruised in the morning from how rough Connie was being. once he found your sweet spot he didn't let up, the intensity he was pounding at it was insane. he didn’t let up, not that you would allow him to either.

each time Connie pulled out your pussy just sucked him back in. pap! pap! pap! the sight and the sounds you were making had his dick twitching, aching for release. and your cunt felt like heaven, all warm and wet. he wasn’t going to last any longer in this position. “ma, I'm so close.” he groaned.

“me to me to” you moaned out against the bed. the growing feeling in your stomach was about to burst. your legs shook like a fawn taking its first steps. you sunk further into the bed arching deeper into Connie needing just a bit more. his tip reaching your cervix was the final push, “m’cumming” you whined out.

you pressed your face into the sheets when the overwhelming feeling hit you. Connie let out a low whimper feeling you clenched tightly around his cock stopping him in his tracks. unable to pull out he was forced to release inside you, painting your insides.

“knew your lil ass would love it.” he chuckled watching you twitch underneath him. he waited until your sopping cunt stopped spasming around his dick. one you both finished your orgasms he pulled out watching as his cum mixed with your fluids spilled out of your quivering hole.

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sillylittlefreakgirl · 4 months

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You awoke slowly. The heaviness of dreaming gradually lifted, little by little, but not fully. It was comfortable. Safe. You didn't want to open your eyes or move. You wanted to stay and dream a little more.

Despite yourself, you began to feel the sensations of the waking world. A warm breeze across bare skin. Soft grass beneath you. Light dancing across your face. Music in the distance. An odd smell in the air. It all felt so *good*.

A pretty voice rang like soft bells in your ears. "Oh poor pet. Are you lost?"

Your eyes opened just a crack. There was a tall, pale, red-haired man above you. Or, you thought it was a man. It was hard to tell. Everything was so fuzzy.

It took a moment before you realized you were supposed to respond, but at the same time, you realized you didn't know how to answer. Were you lost? You couldn't remember, but it didn't feel like you were supposed to be anywhere else. You felt at home.

Where was *here*? you wondered. Opening your eyes just a little more, you saw a sunlit clearing surrounded by odd trees. Colors danced in the air above you, and though it was midday with a bright sun, you saw stars share the blue sky. You couldn't find the source of the music, nor that strange smell.

Then, of course, there was the man. He wore clothes woven from autumnal leaves. You wore nothing, you realized. The man knelt down beside you, his face above yours. His breath smelled sweet, and your mind grew fuzzier.

"You must have stumbled through here," he murmured. "Poor thing. Your kind doesn't adapt well to this place." Hearing him speak filled you with such joy and wonder and *lust* that you couldn't hold back a giggle. His fingers traced your cheek in response. "I can't let you go back to your home, now, can I? You'll not be happy in your world now that you've sipped from mine. It'd be cruel."

You had no idea what your home was, but you didn't want to leave this place. You wanted to stay with this strange man and listen to his voice forever.

His fingers left your cheek and now run along your neck, your shoulders, down your side and around your thigh, and a small gasp escaped you. You wanted him to keep touching you, more than anything else. He stopped then, though, and as his hand left your skin you whined in disappointment.

"Sit up, dear," he said, and so you did. The fuzziness, the colors, the music, everything felt so muffled and blissful and you just *knew* that it would all feel so much better if you did what he said.

He opened his hand to reveal a slender chain, sparkling in every hue and more. He tenderly wrapped it around your neck, hidden clasps locking it tight. "Some choose to walk, some prefer to crawl," he whispered. "It's up to you."

As he walked, holding your chain, you crawled alongside him.

He led you through a sea of trees decorated in more alluring flowers. As you came close to them, the odd scent strengthened and it became harder to think. He led you through gloaming twilight and fiery autumn, until, together, you found a verdant glade ringed with stone columns. Within the circle were others like you, men and women alike, all naked save for a glittering, slender chain, the ends of which were fastened to the pillars. More tall, fair, red-haired creatures filled the ring too, serviced by the mortals within. The sounds of whimpers and gasps filled your mind and you wanted desperately to join them.

The creature behind you tied your chain to a pillar and patted your head. "Here we are, pet. Your new home. The world outside is dangerous, but you'll never feel anything but happiness again."

Your arrival was noticed by the many tall creatures, who paused their fucking and stepped away from their pets, who begged them to return. But the creature's eyes were fixed solely on you, the new addition. "Please," you whined, your first words spoken in this realm. You said nothing after, your mouth wide open as your new owners drew closer.

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imaginedanvrs · 5 months

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blissful ache

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fuckboy!Kate x reader

warnings: strap on, oral, degrading, taking photos, size kink, slapping, humiliation, edging, anal, cumstrap

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“That’s it, fuck. My pretty slut knows how to use that mouth, huh?” Kate groaned as she held you down at the base. Your eyes watered furiously despite the archer having worked you past the point of gagging on her strap. Kate always had a way of training your body to take whatever she asked of it, never failing to get what she wanted.

“Keep that empty head there, Daddy knows what you need,” she said with a noticeable hitch to her breath when the base of her toy rubbed against her clit just right. She pulled you back by the hair only to slam you back down on her cock to reapply the pressure she was chasing. Hearing her moan was undeniably worth the ache to your jaw and made you just as eager to continue in hopes of getting to make the archer cum.

Kate gazed down at you with the same arrogant grin that had you chasing after her in the first place. You weren’t the only one, you knew that, but you were her favourite, something she reminded you of every time she pulled out her phone. The sound of the shutter was a familiar one and something you had both learnt made you embarrassingly wet.

“Put on a show for me,” she said, pulling you halfway off of the toy so that Kate could capture your tear soaked cheeks and spit glistening around your mouth. You moaned at the chance of being something Kate would look back on later, desperate for it to be that one image that pushed her over the edge.

“My perfect little whore,” she mused, cheeks flushed. You nodded your head as best you could between the toy and Kate’s grip, making the archer chuckle at your struggle. She put her phone to the side so that she could tangle both hands in your hair to create the pace she needed until she was practically grinding the toy against your mouth to gain the friction she needed.

With a sharp shudder, she pulled you entirely off the toy the moment she was about to cum. “Come here,” she ordered, frustration etched into her voice the same way it would be in her actions. Kate was insatiable when she fucked you after edging herself.

The young archer wasted no time in situating herself between your legs as you gazed up at her. She looked down at you with a smirk as she nudged her toy against your aching clit, throbbing for any attention it could get from the woman above you. “Please.” Your voice was scratchy from having spent so long overworking your throat and it was music to Kate’s ears. She loved you like that: desperate from her rough treatment. She had moulded you into her perfect plaything.

“Please what?” Kate asked, false sincerity dripping from her voice.

“Please fuck me,” you whined. “I need it.” Kate hitched your leg up so that your knee was pressed into the mattress and she had a better view of her cock rubbing against your cunt.

“Greedy slut just needs her daddy to fill her, hm?” Kate said, staring down at the mess between your legs.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, just as Kate pushed the head of her strap into you. She groaned at the tightness that immediately wrapped around her.

“God you’re still so tight no matter how many times I fuck you,” she grunted, mesmerized by watching her cock disappear into your pussy. “Is this all for me, baby?”

“Yes! It’s all yours,” you stammered as you adjusted to the stretch of the intoxicating invasion. Kate continued to push herself forwards despite your whines, gripping the sheets next to your head with one hand and your bent leg with the other to thrust herself deeper into you. “You can take it,” she assured.

“It’s too big,” you whined at the new dildo, despite the peaks of pleasure coming through the heavy fog of pain that clouded your mind as you were persistently stretched around the archer’s cock. She smiled down at you, her result of her sadistic antics making her throb.

“Come on, baby. Make daddy proud and take all of it.” It was impossible to deny Kate in the face of disappointing her, even if you knew you could mutter your safeword at any given moment, so you spread your legs further in hopes of it aiding the adjustment. Kate beamed down at you at the action. “There’s my good girl,” she groaned when she finally thrust the rest of the toy inside of your sore cunt that clenched and twitched around her helplessly.

“My good fuckin’ bitch,” Kate growled as she snapped her hips back against you, driving the toy hard against the back of your cunt and threatening to break through. You cried out and clawed at Kate’s back, leaving streaks of red you knew she would admire later.

In moments like that, where Kate was still hanging torturously close to her own high, everything seemed to be enhanced to the point that she swore she could feel the warmth that engulfed her strap. Amidst the noises, smells, electrifying sensations and depraved desperation, Kate's imagination ran wild and convinced her that the wet tightness was clinging to her, making her own pussy clench with untamed desire.

“No one else gets to make you feel like this. You’re all fucking mine,” Kate spat with a harsh slap to your face that you were caught off guard by moaned none the less. She grabbed your chin roughly and kissed you with need as she continued to thrust her obnoxious toy inside you, never letting up to give your bruised cunt a break.

“Yours,” you echoed when she pulled away and began nipping at your neck. “Gonna cum,” you cried as you felt the growing fire blaze out of control, scorching every fibre in your body.

“Not yet,” Kate objected as she pulled out of you. You immediately whined until another sharp slap came down across your still stinging cheek. “You’re gonna serve me like a good fuckdoll first,” she ordered, lifting you up and onto all fours. You tried to look back at the young archer but as soon as she slipped back inside you she gripped a handful of your hair and shoved your face down into the pillows.

You bunched the pillow up beneath you, holding on for dear life as Kate pounded into you from behind, delivering several slaps to your ass as she did so. Your cries were muffled and overshadowed by the sounds of skin hitting skin and your soaked cunt dripping around the toy.

“This is all you’re good for,” Kate reminded you. “Just a fleshlight for daddy to use whenever she wants,” she spat, her words burning in the best way possible.

The shutter sounded again and you grew wetter accordingly, preening under the extra attention. Just as the sound continued, you felt Kate press at the tight rim with her thumb as she spits on the area. Pleas tumbled from your lips at the feeling as you tried to push into the archer more. You heard her chuckle as she circled your tightest hole, eventually pushing her thumb forwards to feel you wrap around her digit. She groaned as she pumped her thumb in at a pace far different than her strap though her patience didn’t last long.

Kate pulled her thumb out and instantly replaced it with two fingers that set about stretching your ass out for her to admire. “I wish you could see how your fingers suck me in,” she groaned, building up her speed in a way that had you lightheaded from the dual pleasure. Kate seemed to be feeling the same effects because her moans soon became as desperate as your own. She pushed herself into your depths over and over until the friction against her clit became too much to bear.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” she cried as she draped herself over you, pushing you flat against the bed for the archer to grind into you frantically until her orgasm washed over her. Kate held you down against the bed with a death grip as she humped your ass, cumming just as she released the fake cum into your awaiting cunt that shuddered with the same pleasure.

You came with a cry of Kate’s name, clenching down on her toy with a might that she felt when she shifted. She pumped her strap into you a few more times as you both came down from your high, pushing the fake cum back inside when it began leaking around the toy. “Good girl,” she muttered against you with a blissed smile.

“My good,” she thrust the toy in again gently, “fucking,” and again, “girl.” You whimpered when she placed a hand between your shoulder blades, pulling the cum stained strap out and hovering it over your ass.

“Are you gonna be a good analwhore for me and take the nasty cock in your ass?” Kate asked with a sinister grin as she pushed three fingers into your puckered hole.

“Yeah,” you whimpered as she stretched your ass open more, generously prepping you.

“Of course you are,” she hummed, withdrawing her fingers and pressing the head of her strap against you with a fresh spit of saliva that cools your burning skin. “Slut.” Kate moaned as you whimpered, soaking up the view beneath her before easing her cock into your ass.

“Fuck,” you cried out, clawing at the sheets beneath you as Kate continued on. More clicks of a shutter the further in she gets and it feels like she’s pulling you apart. You were entirely too full and you didn’t want it to stop. You needed her to keep going, to fuck you like she was holding back doing until you adjusted.

She pressed you into the bed, getting too caught up in how she had you at her mercy and thrust the entirety of her strap into your ass. “Shit,” she hissed at your sharp cry.

“Don’t stop,” you muttered, delirious from the pleasure the pain always provided.

“Almost forgot how much of a pain slut you are,” Kate mused, pulling back to drive herself into you though that time she was putting her entire body weight into it. Your whole body jolted with every thrust and you could feel Kate’s spit rubbing inside you along with her cock. You were filled with her and the perfectly tight fit because she had moulded you around her, made you stretch just enough for it to continue aching every time she pushed back in, as though your body tried to repair itself every time.

Kate reached around to draw tight circles on your clit and it made you buck against her. “Stay,” she hissed, pushing you back down with her, entirely trapped in the turmoil of excruciating pleasure.

“Cum for me, slut. Show me how much you love this,” she ordered and it doesn’t take much more to do exactly that. She pumped herself into your ass harshly, ensuring you feel the full burn even as you came and fell entirely limp. You were exhausted as you let the final waves crash over you and Kate kept herself buried inside you.

“I love it too,” she muttered with a soft bite to your shoulder.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 5 months

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“C'mon, O Great Archon of Hydro, squirt f'me. Wanna see you gush all over this dick~”

Your words bring her more embarrassment. Such filthy demands for a deity such as she, even if said deity is presently dripping with need while you tease her. Rubbing your cock in between the little thing's folds, brushing against her clit like this...how can you expect her to keep any such composure when you're defiling her body in this manner...

“C'mon, doesn't it feel good? Remember that promise we made? You squirt for me and I'll put it inside?” You teasingly questioned, humping Furina's aching cunt whilst awaiting a response

The puppet can only sob harder as she shakes her head yes, sniffling when your fingers brush against her cheek to wipe away a few tears. “Yeah? You want that? Want somethin' to fill you up, huh? Somethin' right here?” You purred, ghosting your fingers over her untouched hole

“Riiiiight here~ ” Shallowly, you breach that entrance, curling your digits inside of Furina's soaked pussy and causing the little thing to whimper as her hips jerked against your hand

“Don't you want somethin' to fill this little pussy? Something...bigger? ” For the most part, you didn't move your hand. You simply plunged two fingers past her entrance and let Furina's squirming do the real teasing. Having something stretch her only a little bit just wasn't enough!! She needed more — needed you — inside of her...

“Pl-please...y-y/n...stop t-teasing...” The girl sobbed, meeting your gaze through teary eyes. She looked downright pitiful. It almost made you feel bad for being so mean...almost

“You know what to do, baby. Would it help if I played with this too?” Using your index finger, you pressed on the little button right above her hole, immediately eliciting a shrill cry at the contact. Furina's delicate body arched high off of the plush bed, showing off her chest at the same time. The puppet begged; through tears and shame, she begged. Promising to be your good little girl, just pleasepleaseplease touch her clit some more! She'll soak through the entire mattress if that's what you really want! She'll gush until the room floods if it earns the promise of your cock stuffing her tiny cunt!!

You toy with her sensitive bud and continue to lube up your dick between her folds, whispering all manner of lewd praise as motivation into her ears. With your other hand holding her close to your warm body by the small of her back, Furina feels a sense of comfort. Despite the cruel treatment of her cunt and the fact that you've been making her cry for a while now...

Finally, and with a loud, prolonged scream of ecstasy, Lady Furina gushed while your cock rubbed against her spasming hole. Causing her fluids to go in every direction and make an even bigger mess, not that you minded though. Furina held up her end of the bargain, so you would uphold yours

“Aaaww good girl. You made such a fuckin' mess...but you're gonna make an even bigger mess once I'm inside of you~”

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irisintheafterglow · 8 months

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volleyball player bf!suguru never lets you drive anywhere. ever.

the silver volleyball charm clinks against the rest of the items swinging tauntingly above your head. it was the charm you bought him while your family was off on vacation, and now you were silently cursing the recipient's stubbornness.

"give me the fucking- what the hell are you doing?" curse him and his unnaturally long limbs. you jab a finger at his torso, colliding with immovable ab muscle; he doesn't even flinch, continuing to hold the keys just out of reach. your arm swings hopelessly back and forth, trying to hook a finger onto the keyring. it'd been about six minutes, you guessed, since you were supposed to leave with suguru to meet satoru and shoko at the restaurant. you could already imagine the melodrama of having satoru be the one to ask for a table for four. "babe, please give me the-"

"nope. get in," he states evenly with the slightest raise of his eyebrows. with one hand, he dangles the keys and opens the passenger side door with the other.

"we're gonna be late."

"you better get your sexy ass in the car, then, my distinguished president." he tries to keep his voice stoic and fails miserably, a smirk sneaking its way onto his face. "i'm driving."

"i said i would drive."

"and who's holding the keys?" you roll your eyes and poke his side again, but his resolve is unwavering. his head tilts toward the open side door again. "c'mon, we gotta go."

"you really don't need to do all of this anymore," you concede before stepping into the vehicle.

"yeah, but i still want to," he replies before shutting the door. his pretty mouth quirks in satisfaction and he arrogantly spins the keys on his finger while he walks around the front of the car, sliding into the driver's seat next to you. his bicep flexes next to your ear as he backs out of the driveway of your apartment complex. when he's on the road, his hand finds your thigh and unconsciously rubs circles on your skin with his thumb. despite the affection, your irritation is obvious.

"you mad at me?"

"not mad," you mutter, "just annoyed."

"that i'm driving?"

"that you insist on driving even though i got my license months ago. it's like... you don't trust me." you shrug and stare back out at the blurry cityscape passing by. he exhales deeply and you hear the tiniest "shit" from beside you. his hand leaves your thigh to drag it over his face guiltily before returning to the wheel.

"you know why i insist on driving you everywhere, right?" you nod. even before he officially became your boyfriend, suguru was asking if you needed a ride to a conference or event after just knowing you for a few weeks. he's always on time, always meets you at the door, always waits on your bedroom floor if you're still getting ready. watching you prepare for a date, he said, was one of his favorite things in the world.

"because you're used to it." your face starts to burn in shame, embarrassment rising at the memory of everyone around you having their license while you just kept failing over and over and over. it was even harder and took much longer to explain why you didn't like driving in the first place, how being behind the wheel was a level of responsibility you still weren't sure how to handle. how pathetic, being the administrative head of all the student activities in your school and yet you still needed your parents to give you a ride. it was the biggest weight on your shoulders, feeling like a burden to everybody else, but suguru was adamant that he didn't mind.

"because i want to do it. i never wanna have you worrying about needing a ride or driving somewhere ever again." his eyes shine in the fading afternoon sun, soft and tender as his voice. "you're too incredible to be worrying about shit like that, so let me take care of it. let me take care of you."

"i love you...more than anything."

"i love you too, babe."

"even though you cart me around everywhere?"

"especially because you let me cart you around everywhere," he winks. i'm gonna marry you someday, geto suguru. "can you let satoru know we're almost there and for him to grab a table if he hasn't already?" you chuckle at his earnestness and he raises an eyebrow in question.

"you have too much faith in him, su." his mouth falls open in exasperation and you have to push his face back to focus on the road.

"he hasn't left yet? we said 6:00!" he huffs, blowing a strand of hair from his forehead only for it to fall back into place. your fingers gently brush it away and tuck it behind his ear.

"he runs on satoru time, what do you expect?"

"whoever let him get behind a wheel needs their sanity checked," he concludes as he pulls into a spot and you're trying to stifle your giggles. "whatever," he sighs in defeat.

"it's okay. just gives you more time to keep showing how much you love me."

driving people is a love language, argue with the wall but anyway hope you enjoyed

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ayyko-rona-yoo · 24 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Willy x Fem!Reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7,887 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: The reader is only a year away from paying off her debt to Mrs. Scrubbit, so she is horrified by Willy's plan and refuses to participate. But it turns against her. The Chocolate Cartel and the laundry owner set her up, making everyone think she's responsible for the incident at the store. 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst, slow relationship building, strangers to friends (not lovers yet), love-hate dynamics. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Thank you so much to everyone who supported my idea of writing this fic. It means a lot to me. I'm wary of writing something big in English, but I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment or repost it and tell what you think about it. It's very important to me. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 (𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐩). 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

One year. Only one year separates you from freedom. Every day you tried not to stand out, not to draw attention to yourself, and to comply with every ridiculous request of Mrs. Scrubbit. Any fine would keep you from paying your debt, so while Noodle fearlessly snapped at her and got locked up, you listened to every insult. Every humiliation, and remained obediently silent when you had to do more work than usual. You tried not to talk or get close to the others in the laundry. As the saying goes, you never know what other people have in mind. Any rash action by your colleagues could have led to you being punished along with them. Quiet and soft-spoken—that's how you could be described. Perhaps the others even got the impression that you were sucking up to Mrs. Scrubbit—you were the one she was least picky about.

But you didn't care what they thought of you. All you wanted was to get out of here as fast as you could. And your plan was working perfectly.

Until Willy showed up in the laundry. As soon as you heard an unfamiliar voice from across the room, you knew you were in trouble. An energetic dreamer with the firm conviction that he could get out of here, despite the fact that he'd been trapped here himself a few minutes ago, was the worst thing that could happen to you. You didn't even respond when Abacus called you over to introduce you to your new colleague.

You made a decision to avoid contact with him at all costs. But that was only the beginning of the problems. Toward evening, the question of where to put Willy arose since there were only six rooms. And since you lived on the 'men's side', Bleacher told you to pack your things and vacate the room. He didn't really care whose room you moved into. So you just sat in the hallway with all your stuff, planning to spend the night here. Or maybe the next too. You didn't even think about asking to move into someone else's room. Your eyes started to close, but then a voice came from above you:

"You can live with me if you want."

You opened your eyes and looked up. Noodle was standing next to you, followed by Lottie and Piper.

"Or with me," Benz said.

You stared at them wide-eyed. Lottie looked out from behind Piper and waved silently, as if to offer her help as well. You didn't understand why they were being so nice to you, since you'd barely spoken to them. It was unusual and unexpected for you. Something about their gesture made you feel warm in your chest, but you stopped the thought of agreeing despite that. You lowered your head and stared at the floor.

"No, thank you."

"Are you going to sleep on the floor here?" Benz asked jokingly, stepping closer and picking up your things, throwing them on her shoulder. "Let's go."

Contrary to your desire not to socialize with anyone, it became much harder after that. Now that you were living with Piper, it wasn't a good idea to ignore her completely. So 'good morning' and 'good night' became the beginning and end of every single day. But Benz has a way with people, so over time you began to giggle at her teasing, and afterwords to say some witty things back. Noodle used to come to your room a lot. You were sure she was a conflicted child, and you tried to have as little contact with her as possible because of that. But as you listened to her conversations with Piper in your room, as you unknowingly began to listen to the discussions in the laundry room that Noodle was involved in, you began to realize you'd been wrong. One day, she left a book on your desk. You sat down to rest after another hard day's work and stared at it. You picked it up carefully and flipped through a few pages. At one point, the text caught your eye, and you didn't notice you were reading the contents of the page when Noodle entered the room. You instantly put the book aside.

"Sorry, I—"

"I didn't know you liked books," she said with a smile. "You can keep it for now. You can return it when you've finished it."

The fear of being stuck here for much longer than you already were had given you a terribly wrong impression of the others. They weren't the walking problems you thought they were. None of them were out to cause conflict. The boundaries you had built around yourself began to crumble. Gradually, you began to feel the urge to speak up and discuss something with them too, but you always stopped yourself because you knew exactly what the others thought of you. You haven't said two words to most of them in years, and now you suddenly want to maintain a dialogue? That's bullshit.

But here's Willy… Watching him evoked mixed emotions; his energy and passion undoubtedly dispelled the grayness of the monotonous flow of time. He had a way of bringing smiles to the faces of others, and you'd be lying if you said he never once managed to make you smile either. Even if no one saw it. Maybe you were wrong about him, too, but you still thought it was dangerous to try to find out. For now.

When Noodle goes to town, you usually fill in for her and do all her work. Which means you're not in the laundry building. All you see and hear all day is Mrs. Scrubbit's discontent and Bleacher's swearing. It also means that you go to rest later than everyone else, when all your scrubber colleagues have gone to their rooms. Today, the owner of the laundry was in the mood to give you more work than usual. That's why you walk to the room you share with Benz, tired and woozy. All you can think about is resting. Falling onto your bed and getting a good night's sleep is the ultimate dream. But you immediately remember that there's only one bed in the room, and you and Piper take turns sleeping in it. And it's not yours tonight. The thought of sleeping on the floor made you sigh and whimper, but you kept up your pace and made your way to your luxurious apartment. When you finally reach the part of the building where the rooms are located, a small strip of light from under one of the doors on the 'men's side' catches your eye. Normally, you'd just walk through without paying attention to it—really, what do you care? But you stop and listen. At first, you think it's your imagination, but there are actually faint ticking sounds reaching your ears. You pull your eyebrows down to the bridge of your nose, listening harder, but that doesn't make the sounds any clearer. You shouldn't be interested, but you really are, so you turn in the opposite direction from your room and walk toward the sound and light. As you round the corner, you see that the causal door is slightly ajar, with dim light coming through the small gap. But the next thing you notice is that it's the door to Willy's room. As soon as you realize this, you want to turn around and leave; that's the last thing you need. But curiosity stops you again. You press your lips together in a thin line, vacillating between two decisions: go back or see what's going on. Eventually, you give up and give in to the urge to move a little closer and just listen—maybe peek through the gap—but leave immediately afterwards.

You slowly and quietly move closer. The ticking sounds are more distinct now, more like the sound of gears working. Afraid to get too close to the door, you lean forward, just enough to reach through the gap and look inside. You see Willy sitting across the table. The floor is littered with buckets, and the bed is broken. After looking around the room, your gaze returns to him again. All this time, you've been avoiding him at every opportunity, and when you still had to get past him, you lowered your head and sped up. So this is the first time you've ever looked at him so closely. The warm light of the wall lamp falls softly on his face. He's wearing a shirt that's obviously too big for him and the same mailman pants you overheard the story about in the laundry the other day. You can't help but admit that he is a rather attractive young man. Loud and naive? Yes, but handsome. You finally force yourself to take your eyes off his face and look at the source of that very sound. Honestly, you can't even tell what it is. There are lots of little shelves and vials with contents of different colors. A small, slightly faded picture of a smiling woman. You look closely and see the handle of a suitcase. The picture in your head comes together, and your mouth opens involuntarily in amazement. You sigh—such a miracle, and hidden in a plain old suitcase that this weirdo always carries around with him. You want to take a closer look at everything, and your back starts to hurt from your current position. You straighten up and take a step forward so that you can stand at full height behind the door. But the dilapidated wooden floor creaks under your foot. This sends you out of your trance and frightens you, because the next thing you see is the wide eyes of the guy, who almost jumps up on the spot in surprise, staring right at you. You step away from the door abruptly. For a second, you think about what to do, and then you turn around and start walking with a quick, wide stride, trying to get around the corner and run to your room as quickly as possible. But before you can take a few steps, a voice behind you calls out to you.

"Hey, wait!" Willy opens the door fully and walks out into the hallway after you. "Hey!"

You keep walking, wanting to ignore him as you always do, but you're the one who was standing outside his door a moment ago, quietly watching. You can't just walk away silently; you're caught. You stop, exhale nervously, and turn around, staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry, I heard strange noises and thought something was wrong. It won't happen again. Sorry again. Good night."

After a monotonous and emotionless answer, you want to turn around and walk away, staring at the floor, but Willy stops you again. You can hear the slight concern in his voice.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to be so scared."

"I'm not scared," you reply.

"Your shoulders are shaking."

You raise your head in confusion and meet his gaze, still worried, but you immediately lower it back down. Really, you're shaking, your shoulders slumped, and your whole body clenched in anticipation of being grabbed by your clothes and dragged somewhere.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to scold you or tell you off."

"You won't?" you say in a gruff voice, trying to sound less nervous.

"Sure, why should I?"

"I stood outside your door and watched what was going on inside."

"Well, you must have just been curious."

"I was. But I might have seen something I shouldn't."

Willy hummed thoughtfully.

"Yes, you might have." Willy leisurely takes a few steps in your direction. It's quiet for a moment. You look up again. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his striped pants. His expression is still pensive; he looks around, then fixes his gaze on you again and meets yours. You don't know why, but you wonder what he's going to say next. "What did you see?"

You don't answer. You just stare into his eyes without words, just as he does. He's literally one step away from you. His face is closer than ever before. You can get a better look at him, though not as well as you could because of the poorly lit hallway. He's attractive, perhaps too much so—it's going through your head again. After studying his facial features, your gaze fixes on his eyes. You can't tell what color they are. And you can't understand why you want to know. But he's studying you too. For him, this is also his first interaction with you. You can see his pupils moving; you're not sure exactly what he's looking at. But he's looking without taking his eyes off.

"From now on, close the door, Mr. Wonka." Your voice sounds quieter, calmer, and softer.

"It's not an escape from nosy people."

"Fair enough."

"So you admit that you were curious?" Willy asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.

You can't help but look away, chuckling and pressing your lips into a thin line to hold back a faint smile. You hear him chuckle as well. After a brief pause, he continues.

"This is the first time we talk."

You look at him again. Realizing the futility of trying to hold back a smile, you let the corners of your lips lift. You say nothing in response to that phrase. You want to, but you can't find the right words. Silence fills the space again.

"Good night." You say finally, and you take a slow step back, as if expecting him to say the same in return.

"Good night." Willy answers quietly with a smile, still not taking his eyes off you.

It's only when you get a few steps away from him that you finally force yourself to turn around. As you walk away, you listen, but there are no other sounds in the hallway besides your footsteps. And it's only when you round the corner that you hear footsteps telling you that he's going back to his room, too.

"What's wrong, Grumpy?" Benz's voice brings you back to reality. "You've been hanging up the same sheet for ten minutes now."

You stare at her with round eyes, blink a couple of times, and only then do you realize that you've actually been holding a wet piece of cloth over the rope all this time, forgetting that you still have a basket full of linens.

"Sorry. Got distracted."

"You? Distracted? Is our toughest scrubber colleague daydreaming?" the woman exclaims disbelievingly. No malice or attempt to hurt. Just genuinely surprised and wants to know the reason. She sits down on the bag of still-unwashed clothes in front of you and continues to ask. "Spit it out. What happened?"

"Nothing happened. What makes you think that?" You finally hang up the sheet and bend down to pick up the next one.

"No, no, no, something definitely did, because the only thing that can distract you from your work is Mrs. Scrubbit yelling at you and telling you to go do another one."

You stop, stare at Benz for a few seconds, and bend back to the laundry basket again. If you refuse to talk, she won't insist, so you're safe to remain silent. But you exhale and speak briefly.

"I talked to Wonka."

"You did?" Her eyebrows rise in surprise, and she leans forward a little. "When?"

"At night. After work."

"Wow... I had no idea!" Benz is back in her previous position. "How did this happen?"

"He was making a lot of noise, so I told him to close the door."

"No way, you spoke first?" You looked at her irritably, and she understood, changing the subject. "What can you say about him?"

You thought about it for a second.

"He's a nice guy. As it turned out."

"Well, you can tell he's good-natured," the woman leans over again and taps you lightly on the shoulder, "even if he is hyperactive."

At the same moment, as if to confirm her words, Willy flies into the main room of the laundry. Everyone, including you and Benz, shifts their gaze to him while he runs around and picks up random things. At one point, he runs past you and further to the wall, snatching the ladder from under Lottie's feet as he goes. Benz immediately jumps up and catches the girl.

Another one of his antics. You turn around and go back to work. What he does is not your business. As long as you don't get caught up in any of his crazy ideas. You may have overreacted before, seeing everything as a danger when, in fact, it wasn't. But you're still not going to let your guard down.

About an hour passed. From time to time, there were quiet, loud, and sharp noises behind the screen that separated Willy's workspace from yours. At one point, everyone but you crowded in front of it, whispering.

But then it suddenly opens. Everyone gasps in amazement. Willy starts gibbering something very fast and loud. The room fills with clattering mechanical sounds. You can't ignore it and turn your head in the direction of what's happening without leaving your workplace. What you see is truly astonishing: a washing construct that works thanks to Bleachers' running dog. And he built it in an hour? You weren't listening to what he was saying; all your attention was on this miraculous invention. Your amazement is interrupted by Wonka running by. You don't realize exactly what's going on until you hear the sound of the elevator that you all use for picking up the clean stuff upstairs. That's when you run up to the others to see for yourself what just happened. Pushing yourself between Abacus and Larry, you stare at the already-gone elevator with wide, horrified eyes. You turn to Benz.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming. Did he actually do it?"

Piper is shocked too, but only shrugs at your question.

"Do you see him anywhere around?"

You turn back to the elevator again and keep staring at it as if hoping that Willy is about to climb out of there and say it's all just a prank.

"Let's hope he comes back before roll call," Abacus said before heading back to his desk.

Larry wants to say something but stops, realizing that this isn't the right moment for a joke, especially in your presence. Lottie steps back, too, and Benz gives you a friendly tap on the shoulder, calling you to follow her. Yeah, you'd better get back to work. You haven't seen anything or heard anything. You weren't involved in anything. And if Wonka gets caught, you ain't going to be punished. Right? You rub your palms; they're cold and shaking. That's okay; a few more dozen pounds of laundry and it'll pass.

But, making your way back to your basket and the unhung stuff, you look again at the machine Willy has created. Bleachers' dog makes it work. A striped, light-colored piece of cloth is suspended in front of his muzzle.

Work has always saved you from your emotions. Whether it was anxiety or sadness, you always tired yourself out so that everything else faded into the background. And that's exactly what you did today. Your muscles ache, your body aches, and you can barely stand up during roll call. Willy made it in time after all. It's hard to believe he responds when Bleacher calls his name. Everyone in the line begins to disperse. But you're uneasy. So you stop and turn to Bleacher.

"I forgot to mop the floor in the main hall. Can I go and finish it?"

He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Noodle seems to have done everything already."

Failure, but you try again.

"That was two days ago."

The man sees something suspicious in you, squints for a second, but answers carelessly.

"If that's the case, okay. But don't take too long. Tiddles has been bored lately."

He smiles nastily and walks away. You exhale and turn around, heading down said hall.

Your hands are shaking, but not from fear or nerves, but from the icy water and the rag you spent more than an hour wiping the already clean floors with. You've given the last of your strength to putting the inventory back in place and reaching the building with the rooms. Your eyes are sleepy, and your legs can barely walk. But then, through your half-asleep state, you hear ticking sounds. Again. And this time, it's like they're a little louder. You shake your head in denial, telling yourself that you don't need to know anything more about it. But you can't take a step forward. Trying to resolve your internal argument, you decide to just peek around the corner and see if something really weird is going on this time. Nothing more.

You peek out just a little, but it's enough to see that the door to Willy's room is open. Completely open. Perhaps even unnaturally open—not like someone just forgot to close it. As if on purpose, inviting you to come over and see what's going on inside. You take a step back and shake your head again.

"No, no, no, no, don't even think about it," you say in a whisper.

You wrap your palms, wrinkled from being in the water so long and still shaking from its temperature, around your head and run your fingers through your hair, trying to calm your ambivalent feelings. Willy seems good-natured, but his actions scare you. And it keeps you from making a decision. You peek out from around the corner again and stare at the open door. The warm light from inside falls on the wall opposite. The rhythmic ticking sounds continue and seem too soothing to be frightening. You exhale tiredly and give up. Slowly, you walk to the door and think for a few seconds before taking another step forward and finding yourself in the doorway.

Willy sits at his desk just as he did yesterday, watching his little device work. The same shelves and vials are still in place, and it even looks as if new ones have been added to the existing ones. He doesn't notice you, which makes you think of leaving quietly. You don't know what words to use to get his attention, so you look away. To avoid feeling too awkward, you say:

"I thought I told you to start closing the door, Mr. Wonka."

He twitches a little at the surprise, distracted from what he was doing. At first, there's confusion on his face, but it's immediately replaced by a soft smile.

"You also said you were curious."

You smile a little when you hear that. Silence falls. And it lasts long enough to become uncomfortable. You're still looking at the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, but not at him. You're also questioning whether you should go into the room, so you're still standing in the doorway. Willy rubs his knees, hesitant to say anything, and goes back to watching the device work in front of him. You don't want to feel this tension any further, so you hesitantly step inside. Willy gives you a fleeting glance and returns it. You move even closer and stand in front of the table. You also begin to watch the device work. Watch the contents of the vials shimmer and sparkle. It is truly mesmerizing, and you can't look away.

"It's wonderful," you say in a whisper, leaning forward a little to get a better look.

"It is, isn't it?" Willy replies, smiling.

"What is it?" You ask just as quietly.

"My travel factory."

"A factory?" you chuckle, slightly confused. "A factory of what?

"Chocolate, of course," he says, turning to you. "Would you like to try some?"

You freeze, wondering what to say. No matter how beautiful the process looks, you hesitate to try the result. Especially since you have no idea what it's made of or what's in it, and you still don't trust Willy enough.

"Sounds dubious."

"Why?" Wonka was genuinely perplexed and then stood up abruptly, almost shouting the next words, "Don't tell me you've never had chocolate either!"

You twitch and stare at him with round eyes, a little surprised by his reaction.

"So I'm not the only one you're trying to poison, am I?" You sneer, but you see the look on his face that conveys so much emotion. Sensing that you might have hurt him with those words, you look away guiltily, answering his question, "How could I? I've never had the opportunity."

He immediately started to fuss.

"No, no, no, no, no, we have to fix this; how is that even possible?" You look at him again and see him starting to go through the colored vial. There's confusion on his face now; he doesn't know which to choose, so he looks at you again.

"What?" you ask.

Willy continues to stare. Suddenly, his indignation at the fact that you've never had chocolate is replaced by concern. He looks at you from head to toe, stopping at your hands.

"Hey, you're still shaking."

He involuntarily reaches for your hand, but you instinctively yank it away.

"The water was cold; it's okay." You rub your palm and look down at the floor.

Willy stops talking. His factory is finishing its work, and you hear a short zing announcing that the chocolate is ready. But he does nothing. He just remains silent and stares at you, paying no attention to anything else.

"The floor was clean, right?" He asks quietly, knowing he's right but still waiting a bit for you to answer, and when you don't, he continues, "Why are you doing this? You're exhausting yourself."

You keep staring at the floor, as if you're guilty of something. You're not sure if you should answer his questions, but you can feel his genuine concern. That's why the words come out of you by themselves.

"I don't know; it's... It's kind of a way to come to my senses. Calm down."

"Calm down?" Willy is confused. "Your hands are all blistered, and you can barely stand on your feet."

"That's the point—when there's nothing between work and sleep, there's simply no time for anxious thoughts."

"But it doesn't work, does it?"

You press your lips together, not wanting to admit the truth, but you nod, agreeing with what he says.

"You don't have to do this to yourself."

"I just don't know any other way." You shake your head in confirmation of your words and tear your eyes from the floor to look up at him. There's so much empathy on his face; you had no idea he was so empathetic.

"Do you feel anxious all the time?"

"Yes... actually." You give in and agree with him without trying to deny it.

Willy's eyes pass over your face for another second. Suddenly, his eyes widen and his mouth opens, as if he wants to say what has just occurred to him. He sits down again, pulls down some kind of lever, and then a prepared round multicolored candy falls out onto a small platform. Putting it in a large glass jar standing at the other edge of the table, he begins to go through his ingredients again and turns to you.

"Come on, sit down," he says, nodding at the second chair.

"What are you doing? - you ask.

"Something that will help you."

Still confused, you slowly sit up and watch his actions. Out of all the varieties, Willy finally chooses two small, light pink and light green bottles. After twirling them in his hands, he opens them and takes a deep breath before thinking for a second and mumbling quickly.

"Yes, this is it!"

The contents are then poured into his factory, which immediately starts working. Despite your confusion, you watch uninterruptedly. Now that "something that will help you" is in the making, silence falls again. And now you both really don't know what to say. You sigh, and your eyes fall on the photo of the smiling woman. Now you can take a closer look at it, which you do. Obviously Willy has followed your gaze, because pretty soon you hear him speak.

"Isn't she beautiful?" There is so much love and adoration in his voice that you immediately get that this is someone dear to him.

"Who is she?" you ask.

"My mom," just as you thought.

You look at him for a moment; his eyes seem to shine as he looks at this photo.

"It shows," you reply, "no one would look at another person with such adoration unless it's someone you're close to. You have identical smiles."

You turn to him and see that he's already looking at you. It's like he's picking up the words, but just as he opens his mouth to speak, you stop him.

"If you want to tell some story about her, don't. Never tell a personal story about yourself, especially to people you're not close to and never will be."

Willy's eyebrows shift to the bridge of his nose.

"Why can't we ever be close?"

It's not the counter-question you expected, and you don't have a straight answer. You guess what he might be thinking, so you clarify.

"It's not because I dislike you. It's..."

"I see," he interrupts you, "you're just following your own rules. It's okay." A smile appears on his face, but it's a little sad. "It's the same reason you won't tell me why you're so obedient to these two monsters and dare not cross them in anything, right?

You don't give an answer, but your heavy sigh tells Willy that he's right.

"You're too smart for a simpleton dreamer," you finally say.

"You think I'm a simpleton?"

"You are."

"Well, in that case, I can call you a grumpy—" He is interrupted by a zinging sound, and he turns his attention back to the factory. He lowers a lever, and a small chocolate candy in the shape of a flower with a few leaves falls onto the platform. Willy picks it up carefully, examines it a bit, and holds it out to you. "Come on, try it!"

You look at him and then at the candy, hesitating to accept it.

"Don't you want to tell me first what effect it will have?"

But he just holds out his hand closer.

"You'll have to find out for yourself. Come on!"

You don't know why you agree to this, because you could just get up and leave without getting involved in all this, but you don't. You just frown slightly, hesitantly taking the chocolate from his hand and examining it. It's a light pink flower with little green leaves around it. You look at Willy one last time, asking for confirmation that it's safe, to which he nods with a smile, eager to hear what you have to say after you've tasted it.

You put the chocolate in your mouth and hesitantly take a bite. An unfamiliar flavor fills your mouth. A flavor you've never experienced before, and you regret it more and more with each passing second. Your expression begins to change as something else comes along with the taste. Something you haven't felt in a very long time. Peace. It spills over your body, as if you just drank hot tea and can now finally warm up. All the anxiety that has been with you up until this moment seems to disappear. Your eyes, full of incomprehension as to how this is possible, are fixed on Willy, who is smiling back at you. You can't look at him for a long time because your emotions don't allow you to concentrate. You lower your head down a little and immerse yourself in the feeling. It feels like you're free. Never in your life have you felt so free of resentment and constant fear. It feels like too much for you. A tear unconsciously begins to run down your cheek, then another and another. You start to sob, which Willy notices immediately.

"Hey? Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He asks in a worried voice, leaning toward you. The sudden crying makes you drop your head even lower, so he gets up from his chair and gets down on one knee in front of you, trying to look into your face. "Why are you crying?" he asks in a whisper.

"I don't know," you answer honestly. "I feel so calm... Like never before in my life..."

Willy sees your confusion over your own emotions. A warm smile appears on his face. Gingerly, he reaches out his hand to your face, afraid to frighten you with such a gesture. But it's as if you don't notice what he's about to do, so he goes on and touches your cheek gently with his fingers. Only then do you realize what he's doing, and you look up at him, not trying to push him away or avoid his touch. He reaches out with his other hand to wipe the tears from your other cheek. But he doesn't take his hands away after that, continuing to hold your face in his palms.

"You know," you continue suddenly, and Willy tilts his head a little, showing that he's listening, "it's like I don't care about Mrs. Scrubbits' dirty floors anymore," you say with a faint smile.

Willy chuckles at that.

"You know," he says with a smile, "you're not a grumpy. Well, maybe a little."

Now it's your turn to giggle, which you do, putting your head down again, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You better put your head down when you're shy," Williy, still holding your face in his palms, gently returns it to its previous position, "not when you're told to go scrub the floors."

"I'm not shy," you protest, and add, "and about the floor... No one has cleaned it here since I gave you this room, so you'd better get off your knees, Mr. Wonka."

Willy makes a thoughtful face, is silent for a few seconds, and then, tilting his head sharply to the side, replies.

"I don't want to. It's actually quite comfortable. Besides, what if you cry again?" Saying this, he wipes away the last of your tears with his thumbs.

"I'm not some crybaby, Mr. Wonka." You answer seriously.

"I didn't say that," he says with a smile.

You are silent again, but the silence doesn't seem tense. After a while, you ask with a little sadness.

"It's only temporary, right?"

"I'm not sure how long the effect will last, but you're right." Willy nods but tries to encourage you: "But I can make more for you when you need."

"Why would you do that? To help some random, rude, and fearful girl who does nothing but wash rags and grovel before the owners of this hellhole."

"I want to share my chocolate with people," he replies as if it were obvious, "to make people happy."

"I'm not the one who deserves it."

"Why do you say that? You—"

"I'm serious," you interrupt him. "You already have limited resources; you're stuck here without any means of sustenance. How are you going to—"

"I'm going to sell chocolate," he interrupts you this time. "I can make enough to free you all—"

"Why the hell would you do that?!" You can't help but raise your voice. Realizing that you've overreacted and seeing Willy's confused face, you take a deep breath and exhale, trying to calm down, but you're still annoyed by his nonchalance. "You've only known them all for a week, and you're already willing to sacrifice so much for them?"

"Not just them, you too."

"Is that why you did that nonsense today?" You don't let him say anything. "Willy, it's dangerous; you shouldn't do it—"

"But it's okay—"

"It was okay this time. What about next? If you're so empathetic, think about how your actions will affect others."

Willy stares at you silently. There's no fear in your eyes; the sedative candy is still working, but you're thinking ahead. You assume what might happen and wait for the worst-case scenario.

"Why are you so afraid of this?" He asks in a whisper, "It could work, and you could all be free."

"It could," you answer, taking his wrists and pulling his hands away from your face, "but it won't. I have reason to think so and know it will, so please don't drag me into this. You have the right to do what you want, but my advice to you is to leave it. Think of yourself, not others."

"Does thinking of yourself mean eating slops and washing someone else's dirty laundry all day long just because those monsters think they have the right to force you?"

Tears form in your eyes again, and Willy instantly regrets his words. You don't give him a chance to apologize.

"If it gets me out of here faster, yes. If I have to wash dirty laundry in this slop first and then eat it for dinner, but it gets me out of here faster, I will. Because I think of myself. And I won't explain what drives me, because I think of myself. And if something happens to you and everyone else, I'll do anything to whitewash myself, even if it's to the detriment of those around me. Because I only think of myself."

You get up, leaving Willy on the floor. You walk to the door, and without turning around, you add.

"Again, do whatever you want, but don't drag me into this."

You walk out of the room and see all your colleagues: Abacus and Larry sticking their heads out of their rooms, and Benz, Lottie, and Noodle from around the corner at the end of the hallway. As soon as they see you, they immediately go back into their rooms. Only Noodle looks at you for another few seconds and then leaves.

Later that night, you heard their discussion. One by one, they agreed to participate in Wonka's plan. At one point, someone mentioned your name; you couldn't hear who, but they all went silent at once. You heard a rustle, which meant that Benz had turned and was looking at you. Soon she turned away, and the discussion continued while you, all curled up on the floor and wrapped in a thin blanket, tried to sleep and not listen to them.

The next day, you were alone in the laundry. You didn't have time to cross paths with anyone, but you suspected that even if you did, no one would say hello to you. And so they did. All the kindness that everyone had been trying to show you lately was gone. No one said hello to you. No one said goodnight. And if they had to hand over something to you, they first argued with each other about who would do it, and then one of them quietly walked by and carelessly placed it next to you. You became an outcast again, but this time the situation was worse. Before, it was you who didn't want contact with everyone. Now it was everyone who didn't want contact with you. But that's for the best, you thought. Now the likelihood of the trouble they might cause getting around you is much higher. That's what you thought. And maybe you shouldn't have.

You stand in front of your room, confused: the inside is a mess, your things are scattered, and your sleeping place on the floor looks like it's been trampled on for hours with the dirtiest boots. The few personal items you had on your desk look like they've been searched, and the book Noodle lent you is gone. You don't understand anything that has happened or is happening. You leave the building with the rooms and walk to the laundry, hoping to get an explanation from someone. With each step, your confusion is replaced by anger.

You burst into the laundry room and meet the gaze of all your colleagues. Everyone's face is grim and disappointed, but no one says anything.

"What the hell happened in my room?"

"In my room," Benz corrects you, looking at you reproachfully.

The others are silent too, looking at you in the same way.

"No one's going to explain to me?" Your anger is rising.

"Aren't you going to explain to us?" Noodle answers a question with a question and raises her hand, holding a small vial of blue liquid. "Why did you do it?"

"Did what?" You have absolutely no understanding of the situation you're in.

"Don't play dumb!" Noodle shouts out, a strong resentment in her voice, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes. "You poisoned all of Willy's chocolate!"

"What? I did what? What chocolate?"

"Yeti's sweat was among your stuff," Piper adds.

"That's serious evidence." Lottie chimes in.

"Exactly," Abacus concludes.

"What are you all talking about?" Your bewilderment peaks. "I have no idea what's going on—"

"You don't know what's going on?" Benz steps forward, "Oh, you do. Congratulations! Your and Mrs. Scrubbits' plan worked—Willy's store is trashed and his reputation is ruined."

You're chuckling nervously. So that means it wasn't Scrubbit or Bleacher who went through your stuff; it was them. They found some vial that you've never seen before, and now they're confronting you with the fact that you're to blame for all the trouble they've gotten themselves into.

"So," you keep chuckling as you speak, at the absurdity of the situation, "there was some kind of disaster at some store that I'm hearing about for the first time. The first and apparently only suspect on your list was me, and the final proof of my guilt for you was some blue slurry found in my things? What is this nonsense? What do I have to do with this, and what does it have to do with Mrs. Scrubbit—"

"Because you never liked Willy." Noodle interrupts you, "You made it clear that you wouldn't go along with his plan because it might get you in trouble. So you helped the Chocolate Cartel and Mrs. Scrubbit. Willy wanted to help you too; he wanted to pay your debt for you, and you did this to him." Now tears were streaming down her cheeks.

You look around the room in shock. Everyone nods, agreeing with Noodle and showing that they are of the same opinion. You take a step back, not believing what's happening. There are so many thoughts and words running through your head that you want to say, but no sooner do you start than you hear a voice behind you.

"Was that you?" You turn around and see Willy speaking quietly.

The others look at him as well. He looks at you, then at Noodle and the vial in her hand. His eyes are filled with tears that seem about to run down his cheeks. There is despair, pain, disappointment, anger, and more on his face, and there are so many of these emotions that he can't figure out which one to let out. You turn to him.

"Do you think it's me, too?"

He is silent. Doesn't look at you and remains silent. But you understand very well, even without words.

"So that's how it is." It's your turn to speak up, and you're going to do it to the fullest. "In the end, it's my fault. Right? Guilty because I'm uncooperative. Because I'm hard to connect with, isn't it?" Everyone is silent, and you just continue. "Of course, a witch like me ends up being responsible for everything!"

"Y/N—" Abacus tries to stop you.

"What now?" You don't let him finish. "Everyone's had a chance to speak, and I can't? No, now it's my turn. I can understand that I'm not a nice person, but I didn't expect you to see me as pure evil." You look at each of them. They all lower their heads. "I have principles. 'Willy wanted to help you, and you did this'—did what? A choice in my favor? It turns out I was wrong. It still led to the last thing I wanted. The thing I was most afraid of. I never said or showed that I didn't like Willy. I feared his actions because they were risky and reckless and could lead to unintended consequences, and they did! I was horrified by what he was up to and what you agreed to! And do you know why? " You take a step further." One year. I only had one year left to sit in this goddamn hole! You all know I've been here for about as long as Noodle. For as long as I can remember, I've been groveling to them. I've catered to their every whim and suffered their every humiliation. And it paid off. I was able to reduce my debt, and I was terrified that any misstep by me or anyone else could destroy everything I had worked so hard to achieve. I feared you and your actions because I had my reasons. I'm not inhuman enough to organize something like this, but you know what? You're right about one thing: I would do it if it meant I could get out of here this very second. But I'm still here. And nobody was going to make me an offer like that. If you think I'm responsible, that's your right. But my conscience is clear.

You stop, feeling like you've used up all the air in your lungs. You feel tears streaming down your cheeks. Everyone in the room doesn't say a word; they just look at you or stare at the floor. You can see that your speech had an effect, but unfortunately, it's obvious that it didn't change anyone's mind. You can see the surprise on their faces at what they have heard—it is not every day that you hear such revelations, but for them, your involvement in the events that you did not fully understand is proven and is an irrefutable fact. You realize that there is no way you can win here and prove anything. So you take one last look at your colleagues and turn to Willy. A small tear runs down his cheek. He quickly wipes it away with the palm of his hand. You walk over to him and stop for a moment. You expect him to at least look at you, but he doesn't, so you add before heading for the exit.

"Remember me until the moment you're ready for revenge, Mr. Wonka." Willy lifts his head involuntarily and looks you in the eye. "I have a feeling you'll come for me sooner or later."

With that, you walk past him and outside. The cold immediately envelops your body, but you don't care. Everything is going to hell, so why not let everything go to hell?

His eyes are green. For some reason, you saw and realized that just a few moments ago. For some reason, that's what's going through your mind right now. For some reason, you feel an incredibly intense heartache, and the tears fill your eyes again, blurring everything around you.

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A Plum a Day

Pairing: Soft Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You wake up beside Bucky, but you don't know how you got there. Word Count: Over 1.6k Warnings: Implied smut, noncon/dubcon elements (you have been warned), gaps in memory, gaslighting, creepy vibes, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: Intro for my Disturbia AU with Bucky and Plum! Also for Week 6 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents . Theme - "How do you want me?". ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You woke up to the taste of plums on your tongue. You didn’t become a fan of them until you were an adult. Sweet and tangy in flavor, large or small in size, the variety of colors, you appreciate them more now. It was fascinating to you that it was one of the first fruits that humans cultivated. Research showed that eating them even improved brain function and thinking.

Wait. Where am I?

You slowly opened your eyes with a barely audible groan. They ached as you blinked a few times, not recognizing the ceiling above your head. The feel of the mattress beneath you wasn’t right either. It was comfortable, but not yours. At least, you didn't think so.

Attempting to sit up didn’t do you any good when you realized there was an arm draped over your midsection. A metal one. You knew that it belonged to Bucky Barnes. He was your… Did you fall asleep in his bed? You couldn't remember how you got there.

Or why you were naked.

“Hey, Plum,” you heard to your left, his voice crystal clear. How long has he been awake? Tilting your head toward him, his blue eyes bore into yours with such intensity that you almost pulled the blanket over your head. He was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, even more so with his messy bed hair. “You okay?”

No. Yes. I don’t know.

“What happened?” you asked, glancing around like it would give you some sort of clue as to what was going on.

“I think what happened is that I must’ve worn you out,” he teased, running a finger along your cheek to bring your attention back to him. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, like he was seeing you for the first time.

“Wore me out?” you asked, keeping your voice calm despite how quickly your heart began to race. “We had sex?”

The smirk he gave you didn’t soothe the panic that rose in your chest. “All night,” he confirmed. “Thank god these walls are thicker than your old apartment. You’re a screamer.”

He didn’t try to hide that he had slept with you, but you sure as hell didn’t remember saying “yes”. But you didn’t recall saying “no” either. Because you couldn’t put together how you even got to that point. The stickiness between your thighs was confirmation enough that he didn't use protection. What if he got you pregnant?

That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love Bucky Barnes. It would be an honor to have his children.

“I-I don’t remember that,” you explained when you brushed that thought away. “Was I drinking last night?”

He sat back with a chuckle, like he wasn’t quite sure if you were joking with him or not. “You had a couple of drinks, but you didn’t seem that out of it. You were eager to get back here after the ceremony, remember? Our new home?”

“Ceremony? I, um…” you swallowed, parched as you tried to find your words. “What do you mean our home?”

The Haven is paradise on earth.

You managed to stifle your gasp when you tried to think back on the last few days. The images in your mind were nothing but a blur of scattered pieces. The moment you tried to piece them together, they fell apart. Only a pair of steel blue eyes came through clearly.

Bucky’s eyes.

They only see me because he loves me.

“Plum, this isn’t funny. I know you were nervous to leave your apartment, but you were really excited to come here,” he said, a tinge of concern filling his eyes as he sat up. “You are joking with me, right?”

“Wasn’t I just engaged?” you asked, rubbing your temple.

I was engaged to a good man. He was going to give me the wonderful life I deserve. He loves me. Right?

He let out another nervous chuckle before his lips touched your forehead. It seemed both foreign and familiar, which you weren’t sure how that was possible. “Yeah, my beautiful sugar plum. To me,” he tried to smile as your brows furrowed. “And now we’re married.”

“Married,” you repeated, lifting your left hand. The diamond in the engagement ring seemed to catch your distorted reflection before you lifted your gaze a fraction higher to the wedding band.

I’m Mrs. Bucky Barnes. I’m the luckiest woman alive. I’ll be a good wife and fulfill my duties as fit.

“You must have had more fun than I thought yesterday,” he said, taking your hand to inspect the rings when you started trembling. “Forgetting our wedding and the wedding night.”

The hurt in his voice was evident when you turned your attention to the corner of the room. In the chair was a wedding dress and crinkled suit. You could only assume they belonged to the two of you.

“Steve was sorry he couldn’t make it, but he had that mission and we didn't want to wait. He’s excited for you and Cherry to finally meet,” he said with a hopeful grin.

Steve is Bucky’s best friend. They’re good men. They’re heroes.

Tears sprang to your eyes. You pride yourself on having a sharp memory and this was terrifying, to say the least. “I’m your wife,” you said, trying to sound confident and failing. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t remember any of that.”

But I know he’s my husband and we’re going to live a happy life in paradise.

“Did you hit your head?” Bucky asked, cupping your cheeks as he searched your face, your breathing a bit heavier. You didn’t think you hurt yourself, but maybe you had. Freaking out wouldn't do you any good. “I can get us a taping of the ceremony if you really can’t remember it?”

“The last thing I remember is my engagement,” you told him, a dull throb in your head as you shook it. Even then, you couldn’t recall Bucky dropping down on one knee to give you the ring. How did he ask you?

He chose me. The rest is history.

“Well, yeah. It does seem like yesterday that I asked you to marry me, but time flies when you're planning the rest of your life with the person you love,” Bucky said, the previous hurt in his voice gone as he kissed over your rings. “Are you okay?”

"M-My head hurts,” you said, wishing you could think properly. Why couldn’t you? And if it bothered you that much, why weren’t you making any attempt to get out of bed?

I have no reason to ever leave Bucky. He's the love of my life. We're soulmates.

"I know you didn’t drink that much, but I had a feeling you might have a small headache,” he said, grabbing a pill and water from the nightstand beside him. Instead of giving you the pill to take yourself, he gently placed it on your tongue and brought the water to your lips. The smile he gave you encouraged you to swallow. Because Bucky loves me and would never hurt me. "You just relax. We don't have to get out of bed today.”

Any protest in your mind fading away as each second passed. A slight warmth spread from your head to your toes as the pain faded. Instead of the sting like shards of glass in your head, it was like they melted away. You were floating, yet still on the ground. You would've thought he drugged you were you not perfectly functional. Alert, yet relaxed.

You weren't sure why you worried seconds ago.

I’m with Bucky. I’m happy. I’m home.

"That help at all?" he asked, running a hand along your arm to soothe you.

"Mmhmm. I feel much better."

Bucky loves me. He'll take care of me. He always will. And I'll do the same for him.

“I’m glad to hear that," he said.

"Me, too," you smiled, not wanting him to worry.

A good wife doesn't stress her husband out.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

You leaned up and brushed your lips against his, letting him take the lead as he met you halfway. He kissed you with his full being, like there was nothing he would rather do. His movements were confident and sure, making you feel beautiful and cherished as you held onto him for support.

He tastes like plums.

"Now, why don’t we have a repeat of our wedding night since your memory seems to be a little fuzzy, hmm? I gotta make sure my wife remembers who owns this perfect pussy,” he suggested as he pulled away, a darkness in his eyes that you ignored when he pushed the blanket down to the edge of the bed. “Unless you’d rather rest.”

There was no hesitation or worry as you smiled at him, reaching up to run a hand through his dark hair as he settled between your legs. You wanted to feel that scruff burn your thighs. “How do you want me?”

“Just like this. I need a taste before I ruin you again with my cock,” he answered as he pushed your thighs open a bit further. “You know what they say? A plum a day…”

“That’s an apple a day,” you giggled.

“No, it’s a plum a day. My plum. The only one I need,” he said as he tilted his head. “And I’m all you need, right?”

“Of course,” you promised, the smile on your face not completely your own, but it didn’t bother you in the slightest. “Only you, Bucky.”

Home is where Bucky is.

Forever.

Um. Happily ever after? Love and thanks! ❤️

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