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Obsessed

Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.

Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.

A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.

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This is terrible.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-

“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.

You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.

Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.

But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.

What a lovely best friend you have.

Anyways.

Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.

“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.

She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?

Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.

Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.

“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely.

Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.

So who the fuck is here just to see him?

Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.

Big mistake.

“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.

“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”

Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”

You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.

You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.

Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.

You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.

You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.

“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.

God, you love this little girl.

You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.

Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.

“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat.

You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.

Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.

It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on.

Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.

What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.

Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.

Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.

He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.

So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.

But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.

Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways.

It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.

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buckwbarnz · 12 days

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buckwbarnz · 12 days

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- taylor swift (reputation era) messy headers

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buckwbarnz · 12 days

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As she was leaving, it felt like breathing...

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buckwbarnz · 1 month

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Dear Elena

It is hard to keep track of anything when your entire life has been shattered into pieces. You're meant to be writing letters to your best friend, who happens to be in a coma at the moment, but you keep getting sidetracked by the one man who won't leave your thoughts.

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It is a beautiful morning, the sun is out, and all you can think about is the people you’ve lost. Last summer, you had more friends around than you do right now. Some of them are gone forever, some have moved on and moved out of town, and others are not within your grasp anymore. The endless loss blends together into one dense cacophony of regret, enough to keep you indoors even despite the lovely day outside.

Instead, you’re curled up on one corner of a sofa in the Salvatore house, passing off your suffering as an excuse to write to yet another one of the friends you’re missing. Elena Gilbert is not to blame for her absence in your life; she certainly wants nothing to do with her seemingly eternal coma, but your journal entries to her have started spiraling into irritation as the weeks go by without her waking up.

Case in point, your latest attempt at a happy message to your friend if/when she ever wakes up:

Dear Elena,

Shit has been fucked.

A voice sounds from over your shoulder, just as dry and sarcastic as ever.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be uplifting with these things. Last time I checked, ‘uplifting’ didn’t involve nearly so many bad words.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, but it’s a losing battle. “And last time I checked, these journals were for Elena, not you, Damon. Quit reading over my shoulder.”

Damon Salvatore, for of course it is he, spreads his hands in another display of his usual casual bravado. “Maybe you shouldn’t be writing them in my house if you don’t want me looking. Consider me curious, that’s all. I want to know if you’re adequately portraying my great deeds of heroism that I’ve been doing all the time since Elena closed her eyes.”

You take a moment to ponder that, then scrawl in one more line beneath the aforementioned expletives:

Also, your boyfriend is annoying me to death. Again.

Damon swats you on the shoulder. “Rude. Don’t you have anything nice to write other than complaints or depressed musings?”

You laugh bitterly, but the sound only turns more troubled as it trails off into silence. “Not really. Nothing’s going well at the moment. Every time I think I can count on someone, they leave or let me down.”

Damon blows out a low breath. “Tell me about it. I mean, it’s not like Mystic Falls is always a powerhouse of fun and playtime, but I think I even caught Caroline moping around when she thought I wasn’t looking.”

You hug your knees tighter to your chest. “It just all feels pointless. We fix a problem and two more take its place. You think you know someone and you’re wrong about them every time.”

Damon gives you a look, finally serious for once in his extended life. “This is about Enzo, isn’t it?”

You glance away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckles. “Of course you don’t.” A beat goes by, and he speaks again, almost an afterthought. “It’s not love, by the way.”

You frown up at him. “What?”

“Why Enzo is on Lily’s side. It’s not love, it’s duty. She turned him. That does stuff to your sense of obligation. He’s helping her because he thinks that’s what he should do. He doesn’t love her. Or, not like that, at least.”

You shake your head. “He doesn’t love her like what?”

When Damon remains infuriatingly silent, you press him again for information. “Wait, Damon, like what?”

He doesn’t answer you, though, just disappears, leaving you only with the fluttering of your notebook pages for company. You groan, muttering silent curses about over dramatic vampires never saying what they mean, then toss your notebook to the side. Damon’s right, you’re never going to get this entry done properly if you’re still in your head about everything to do with one certain Enzo St. John.

After all, how could you? Enzo is Enzo, for better or for worse, and nothing about him has made sense since the day you met. You were there when Enzo was trying to kill Damon, when he did time on the Other Side, even when he was helping the rest of you try to free Damon and Bonnie from the prison world. He’s been your enemy at times, your friend at others, but above all, he has lingered around your thoughts far more than you would care to mention.

Dear Elena,

Do you remember when you first told me you were falling for Damon? How I told you that you were crazy for loving someone who had tried to kill us at one point? I think I might have to join you in that camp. I’m not crushing on Damon, don’t worry about that, but someone else. Someone pretty similar to Damon, actually. Guess that’s why they’re such good friends.

You never counted on falling in love with Enzo. Love is difficult in Mystic Falls– there are always a thousand different things going wrong, enough to tear you from what you’re certain is a happily-ever-after just when you’ve finally allowed yourself to have hope. You had just decided that you were going to use your head and not fall in love at all if you could help it, and then he showed up and just like that, you knew you were done for.

It’s not like you could have done anything else. Enzo flirted with you constantly while he was trying to kill you. He made jokes when you were facing each other off. He sought you out first when he escaped the Other Side, said something about how the worst part of it by far was not being able to talk to you.

He made you promises you knew he couldn’t keep, and then he joined Lily Salvatore and now it’s like he’s gone from you forever. Technically, he’s still out there, but he’s not yours anymore. If he ever was, that is. Suddenly, you’re not sure of anything the way you once were.

Dear Elena,

Why do boys have to be so insanely difficult?

Your moping clearly isn’t doing anything for you, so you give up and head outside. Most of your remaining friends have taken to camping out in the Salvatore estate at some point or other during the day. It makes it easier to find everyone when a new startling discovery descends upon you all, but it also makes you feel trapped, a bird in a cage who longs to spread her wings.

There is, however, a very good reason why you should stay inside longer, and that reason appears when you’ve hardly taken three steps into the center of town. You were headed for the Mystic Grill, but you do an abrupt 180 on the sidewalk and start heading back towards the residential areas when you spot a dark-haired figure that’s all too familiar to you. You don’t think he saw you, so you might be able to get away if you hurry.

Or maybe not. There’s a shout after you, it makes you flinch. “I missed you, you know.”

A gust of wind rustles the leaves on the branches nearby, and you don’t have to turn around to know that Enzo has just appeared behind you, taking advantage of his vampire speed to cross the street in less than a second.

“Yeah, well,” you say, still not trying to make eye contact with him, “maybe you shouldn’t have joined Lily and her Heretics, then. If you miss me, why aren’t we on the same side?”

“We weren’t on the same side at the start,” Enzo muses, keeping time with you even as you try to walk away, “that didn’t bother you then, now, did it?”

“That was different,” you argue.

“Was it?” He asks. “I was trying to kill you then. I’m not anymore.”

“And how do I know that?” You ask, finally standing still long enough to look him directly in the eyes. It’s been a while since you saw him face to face, you almost forgot how deeply he looks at you, like you’re the only person in this world worth seeing.

Enzo sighs, raises his hand to scuff through his hair but stops himself just in time. It’s been a while since he cut it short and started gelling it smooth, but sometimes you think he forgets that it isn’t the unruly almost-shoulder height it had once been. Enzo has spent enough time in various stages of captivity and death and rebirth that sometimes the lines start to blur. Even for seemingly insignificant things like hair.

You like it better now, actually. You’re certain you’ve told him that at least once, and if you haven’t, he’s probably picked up on it from the way your eyes lingered on him when he first got the cut.

“You know because you trust me,” Enzo starts, and holds up a hand when it looks like you’re going to cut him off. “And yes, you can say all you want about how you won’t trust me since I’m with the Heretics but maybe— maybe I don’t want that anymore.”

Your brow furrows. “Why not?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I’m not sure, honestly. I thought it would feel better. She promised me that we’d be like a little family or something, but the lot of them have been together so long that I just feel like an intruder.”

“Then why haven’t you left yet?” You dare to ask.

“I’m waiting for the right moment,” he answers you, “Lily’s control over her little monsters is slipping. At some point it’ll be easy for me to steal away and just never come back. I don’t want her sort of life anymore. I want something that feels right.”

“Like what?” You breathe.

“Like you,” Enzo says without a second’s hesitation, “it’s always been you, Y/N, you know that. I liked you from the very start. I had hoped that spending more time with Lily wouldn’t hurt us, but I was wrong. I just want you. Not her, not her bizarre idea of a family. You.”

You exhale slowly. “I’ve been waiting to hear that for a very long time, you know that?”

Enzo cracks a grin at last. You missed that smile more than anything, more than it hurt to admit you needed him. “My apologies, love. I’ll try to be better at spilling my heart out in the future.”

He’s joking, though, and his smile only grows when you start to laugh. It is easy, being with him, and although you never really thought about why that was before, you’re glad to know that you’ll have plenty of time to ponder it now, especially with Enzo by your side.

Dear Elena,

I think, for once, that things actually might turn out alright.

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forbidden attraction

dbf!stefan salvatore x reader

summary: you have been in love with your dad’s best friend for many years now.

warnings: 18+, age gap, forbidden relationship, mentions of blood, pet names, strong language, smut!!

part count: 2/2

it has been a while since that day at the woods with stefan. you had stopped hunting with him. you just stopped all contact with him. you were avoiding him left and right. you needed to move on from him. he’d never want you. and you knew that.

avoiding him was quite hard. since he spent a lot of time at your house, with your father. so you made sure to always be out of the house whenever he came by. you came up with excuses whenever the salvatores invited you guys to their mansion. from having to study for your finals, to made up trips. you soon ran out of excuses.

you were forced to attend a small get together. your father was hosting it. everyone would come. elena, bonnie, caroline, matt, all of your friends. you felt so bad, unintentionally distancing yourself from your friends because of him. so you decided to appear even if it was for a few hours. stefan shouldn’t have this much control over you. it’s time you step up and take decision for yourself. your happiness.

“y/n! it feels like i haven’t seen you in so long!” elena exclaimed once she saw you. you giggled, wrapping your arms around her, embracing her in a tight hug.

“i’m glad to see you’re well.” you replied, grinning at your friend. she smiled, soon walking back to damon’s arms. your eyes locked with stefan’s, the smile on your face disappearing in an instant. you took a deep breath, shaking your head. tonight is about you.

the night has passed fairly quick. you were all sitting on the living room, drinking and catching up. the mikaelsons came back to mystic falls, after many years of living in new orleans. you wondered if they came to stay. your thoughts were soon interrupted by matt.

“how’s your transition going, y/n? i remember how it was for elena. i hope it’s not as difficult for you.” matt spoke, earning a soft smile from you. matt has always been so caring.

“it’s going well for now! i kinda dig it.” you confessed, elena laughing at your comment.

“at least someone likes it.” elena replied, a giggle leaving your mouth. you remember how hard it was on her. however, you liked it. you liked the thrill, the heightened emotions, everything.

“and the feeding?” bonnie shyly asked. she knew it was a sensitive topic. you sighed softly, feeling stefan’s eyes on you.

“caroline had been helping me hunt animals for now— just not ready for human blood.” you chuckled breathlessly, everyone nodding in understanding. however, you heard stefan chuckle under his breath, probably thinking how ridiculous it was, that you were avoiding him to the point of getting caroline to train you instead. it was absurd to him.

“you’re missing out.” damon said across the room. you rolled your eyes at him. you were about to reply. that was until your father spoke.

“y/n, dear. can you please go get some more liquor?” asked your father. you nodded, standing up from your seat and heading over towards the kitchen. you made it to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing another bottle of liquor.

“it’s been a while since i last saw you, love.” you heard kol say behind you. you smiled, turning around to face him. he looked exactly the same. you hadn’t seen him since he left mystic falls, you were about eighteen by then.

“you haven’t changed at all, kol.” you smiled, leaning over the kitchen counter. kol chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“well, you have. you have grown into a gorgeous young woman.” kol said softly, making your cheeks flush. you looked down, attempting to hide your obvious blush. it just felt so good to be seen as a woman.

“you think so?” you asked, insecurity running through your entire body. kol tilted his head in confusion. he couldn’t understand why you’d even ask something like that.

“of course, darling. why would you even think you’re not?” he asked, walking closer to you, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear. he lifted up your chin, truly bewildered at your comment. you were absolutely beautiful.

“what is it? is your boyfriend not appreciating you enough?” kol asked, and you laughed at his comment.

“boyfriend?”

“don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“of course not.” you replied, laughing. kol was dumbfounded.

“of course not?” he repeated, mostly baffled by the way you talked about yourself. how could such an attractive woman put herself down so much?

“do you want one?” kol asked, his eyes never leaving yours. your mouth almost dropped at his words.

“w—what?” you asked, stunned by the way kol seemed to be acting. you were truly shocked at the fact that the kol mikaelson, the extremely handsome original vampire, seemed to be flirting with you. you saw kol smirk, leaning down.

“well, do you?” he asked. you couldn’t hide your utter amusement. your cheeks red and warm. you giggled, looking down once again. kol chuckled, his hand now on your waist. you didn’t know how to feel about this. you didn’t knew how it felt to be looked at, and desired by anyone.

it felt so good.

“let me know if you happen to chance your mind, gorgeous. i’ll make it worth your while.” kol said, planting a soft kiss to your cheek. you bit your lip, trying your hardest to hide a smile. he chuckled, noticing your behavior.

“cute.” kol said, taking the liquor bottles into his hands and walking away from you, back to the living room. on his way out, he locked eyes with stefan, who was just standing by the door frame of the kitchen. stefan had listened. and he was unexplainably enraged. stefan walked closer to you, yet you hadn’t noticed him yet. you only stood, with a hand where kol’s lips just were. which made him even more furious.

“what the fuck are you doing?” stefan spoke up. you looked up, startled by him. you hadn’t noticed him until now. you sighed. you didn’t want to deal with this.

“not now, stefan.” you breathed out, already exhausted and the conversation hadn’t even started. you tried walking away from him, yet he held you back. you looked at him, shocked.

“why were you flirting with him?— he’s dangerous, what the hell are you thinking?” he asked, anger in his voice. you shook his hand off you, now irritated by him.

“why do you care?”

“i just do.”

“sure you do.” you replied, attempting to walk away from him again, yet to no avail.

“don’t you dare walk away from me— why have you been avoiding me?” stefan asked, annoyed by the way you were acting. you looked at him, amused.

“are you being serious?” you asked. stefan sighed, letting go off your arm. “you said i make you sick.”

“i did not say that.” he argued, towering over you. you laughed bitterly in reply.

“yeah, well, that’s what you implied.” you replied. stefan ran a hand through his head in annoyance. why were you acting like this?

“why are you acting like such a brat?” he asked through his teeth, he could feel his anger increase by the minute. you chuckled.

“i’m just a kid, remember?” you replied, angrily. you smiled sarcastically at him. that was the comment that broke something inside of him.

“is that what this is about, huh?” stefan asked, chuckling under his breath, pushing you against the counter. his two arms blocking your escape routs, as he leaned over you. “answer me, sweetheart.”you looked down at the ground. you were undeniably nervous, he was so dangerously close. you could smell his strong cologne. this was dangerous and you knew that.

“you just don’t— you don’t notice me.” you confessed, shyly. you frowned at your own words. “i’m a big girl now, stefan, but you only think of me as a kid, and it hurts, okay?” you said, looking up to meet his eyes. stefan only listened to you talk.

“i’m so in love with you, and you just don’t notice me, you— you never will.” you finished, looking down once again. stefan exhaled, hating himself for making you feel like this.

“oh, baby. is that what you think?” stefan whispered softly, his finger lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “of course i notice you. i would notice you in a room full of people.” you tilted your head, confused.

“but you— you said—” you said, recalling that day at the woods. stefan interrupted you.

“i know what i said, alright? i didn’t mean any of that. it’s just— how do you think i feel? i’m crazy about my best friend’s daughter, for fucks sake.” stefan confessed. you froze in place.

crazy about you?

“i think about you every second of everyday. of how sweet you must taste, how gorgeous your moans must sound. fuck— you just don’t get it.” stefan said, his head leaning back, sighing. you were speechless, yet you kept getting wet by every word that left his lips.

“it’s wrong, i know it is. and your father’s going to fucking kill me. but god, i need to have you— need you to be mine.” stefan said, almost in a whisper, leaning down, his lips just hovering over yours.

“stefan…” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together. you couldn’t believe this was happening. stefan looked at your seductively.

“what is it, baby? you want me to stop, mhm?” stefan teased, his lips now leaving soft kisses by your neck. you bit your lip, hiding your moans. you cursed under your breath, shaking your head.

“then jump, baby.” stefan said, before helping you sit in the counter. his lips quickly attached to yours, kissing you with hunger. he wanted you so bad. “god, you don’t know how much i have fantasized about you, about this.” stefan said, his lips still attached to yours, you moaned into his mouth. you just can’t believe this.

“stefan— not here, we can’t—” you managed to speak between moans. stefan interrupted you by a rough kiss in your lips, his tongue completely dominated against yours. you just had the sweetest taste.

“i’ll be fast, i promise. i just need to taste you right now.” stefan said after breaking the kiss. he started kneeling in front of you, pulling your legs apart. he cursed under his breath, by the sight of your damped underwear. you were so thankful you wore a short skirt that night. stefan bit his lip, moving your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt.

stefan didn’t lose another second and tasted you. his tongue licked you fully, moaning at your taste. you tasted heavenly. his mouth devoured you, as if he was a thirsty, dying man. your hands were tangled on his hair, and your legs rested on his strong shoulders. stefan’s hands laid on your thighs, holding you in place, making sure you wouldn’t pull away from him. he was far from being done with you.

“oh my god…” you moaned under your breath, needing to be quiet. but it was so difficult when stefan knew exactly what he was doing. he knew how to eat you out just right. you were in pure bliss, your eyes rolling back into your head, overwhelmed by the pleasure. it wasn’t just the way he was sucking, and licking your folds, but also the fact that it was him.

“you taste so much better than i imagined, doll. going to be so fucking addicted to you.” stefan grunted against your core. his lips sucking you desperately. you were a dream come true to stefan. he knew it was wrong. even if you were an adult, it somehow felt wrong. but he couldn’t stop the obvious attraction he felt towards you, after you became this breathtaking, mouthwatering woman.

“gonna come— please.” you whispered, the grip on his hair tightening, as you pushed him deeper into your core. his mouth worked wonders on you, until you came in his mouth. stefan licked you clean, as if he didn’t want to stop, because he didn’t. he stood back up, licking his lips afterwards. he bit his bottom lip, now standing between your open legs, his bulge brushing against you. you gasped.

“you’re mine. my girl— are we clear?” stefan said sternly, his face in the crook of your neck, planting sloppy kisses. your hand ran to his hair yet again, moaning silently.

“yours.” you whimpered in reply, nodding your head. “i’ve always been.” you finished, panting still. your other hand resting in his strong chest. stefan pulled away from your neck and looked at you, smirking. his thumb softly rubbed your bottom lip, a small grin on his face.

“such a good girl.”

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