#how ya been? haven't talked to you in forever

[jen-with-a-pen]

𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗬, 𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗦

summary: After what you assumed would be a successful mission, things veer off-course and you're stuck with Bucky Barnes in Istanbul with no way out until morning. The tension between you comes to head and nothing will be the same again.

parings: Protective!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Sniper!Agent!Curvy!F!Reader

word count: 6.5K

warnings: enemies to lovers, angst, canon-level violence with just a bit more blood, guns, reader is a sniper/sharp-shooter, hate-making out, degradation, fighting, insults and cursing, teasing/banter, reader and bucky don't know how to talk about their feelings (or to eachother), spanking, doggy, angry-horny, rough-ish sex, pent up anger, pent up sexual tension, power dynamics, protective!Bucky, vague hinting to Bucky's PTSD, no use of y/n, reader is tagged as curvy and is described as such but body description is kept to a minimum

a/n: this work is for @targaryenvampireslayer's Blind Date Writing Challenge! My prompts were "enemies to lovers" and "Again! Please, again!" I am incredibly thankful to Suz for letting me participate. I haven't been able to participate in a challenge since forever ago 😅 ALSO! This is my first time writing enemies to lovers, as well as curvy!reader! even though i'm curvy myself, i hope i did okay ♥ This work is not beta-read. all mistakes are my own. If any mistake is glaringly obvious, please feel free to message me and let me know! p.s. I listened to a lot of PVRIS + Nothing But Thieves writing this, can ya tell? p.p.s. the amount of willpower and struggle with my muse it took to finish this is... a lot. i think she scratched my cornea at some point.

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𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚

Bucky Barnes has always hated you, and you have always hated Bucky Barnes. At least since you first met, that is. 

Being the newest recruit– and only sharp-shooter–  to grace the S.H.I.E.L.D. Direct Action Team’s roster since signing on the Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes, the hostility was almost immediate from the second you walked in your first day. 

You couldn’t help cringing– which would be quickly followed by raging annoyance and a slight migraine– without remembering your first time training with Bucky. He made it crystal clear he didn’t trust your previous experience or trainers, let alone your sniper training. Within the first week he ground your spirit into dust with his leather combat boots, quashing any attempts to defend yourself. And it’s not like you weren’t familiar with his history, either; he’d broken every single last sharp-shooter that came to the team before you, a hardass ex-assassin with an introverted mean streak who happened one of the top snipers in the United States Army during World War II. Old dogs certainly can learn new tricks, though, and it was extremely apparent when it came to Bucky Barnes.

When you finally had enough midway through the third week, you snapped at him after he corrected you for the umpteenth time on your foot positioning, pointedly informing him you weren’t built like you could take on a goddamned semi-truck with one hand.

Once you finished, he silently handed you a pistol and challenged you to a shoot off. One-handed. You considered it a tie. Tony considered the training range off-limits until he got government permission via S.H.I.E.L.D. to replace every single shooting target and torso dummy in the compound– including the extras.

After that, the two of you weren’t allowed in the gym, on the same mode of transportation, in the infirmary, or the training range without someone else to supervise with a tranquilizer gun at the ready and within arm’s reach of said supervisor. More often than not, though, the ‘someone else’ was either Steve or Natasha– depending who won the coin toss before training that day– and the tranquilizer gun wasn’t really more of a tranquilizer gun than it was a slight sedative to calm each of you down enough for either Steve, or Nat, to drag you out without kicking and screaming at each other. Granted, it only happened one time– a workout competition-turned-sparring match that lasted the better part of four hours– but everyone else agreed to keep it around. Just in case.

You learned, however, exactly how much ketamine it took to down a raging super soldier with a vibranium arm. You couldn’t help but make horse whinnies under your breath every time you passed Bucky in the compound for at least a week. 

With a year of domestic missions underneath your belt, S.H.I.E.L.D. constituted you ready to travel with the DA Team on international missions and operations. You were elated, excited to prove your worth and wit to everyone; especially Bucky, because maybe then he’d be at least keen enough to start showing you a drop of respect.  

Then there was the fallout of when you both learned you’d be sent on the next mission. Together. Albeit with Natasha and Clint– but together. 

Fury said he didn’t have a choice. Tony claimed it was out of his hands. Natasha, while protecting a cowering Steve from the flames and daggers shooting out of yours and Bucky’s glares, flat out told you, “either you both learn to work together, or neither of you are working DA missions again,” adding, with gritted teeth and a pinched bridge, “The whole team thinks you’re a fucking pair of walking time bombs. I don’t wanna use the damn ketamine gun again.”

The next thing you knew, you were on a plane to Turkey with your rifle, wits, and the waiting promise of separate hotel rooms upon arrival. 

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A reddened sun dipped over the Istanbul skyline, swathing the city in shadows. Dusk was imminent as you ascended the rusted fire escape and stepped onto the roof of the abandoned building; the dilapidated outside was perfect enough to designate it as the main stake out location. You sighed in awe at the view, catching the remnants of the sunset while pausing for a brief break before switching into ‘work mode.’ 

“Stop fuckin’ around, get into position,” Bucky said through your ear piece. Shit. You forgot he could see your video feed via the harness crossing over your chest and the cameras Natasha set up on the roof and the building next door. 

“Sorry, Sarge, thought I’d enjoy the view before I dome some fuckin’ war criminal from a thousand yards away,” you huffed. The line went silent, save from what sounded like very faint cursing amidst the static. You rolled your eyes, swinging the gun bag off your back, unpacking and assembling and loading, preparing for working on yet another thrilling Saturday night.

You silently prayed the hotel had a decent bar with decent hours.

Dropping into a prone position, you were thankful for the custom-fit tac suit that hugged your body as your hips and thighs scraped against debris littering the roof as you positioned the scope of your rifle, placing your hand delicately on the trigger. 

“In position,” you muttered, adjusting into a more comfortable, ready-to-bail position in case things went south. When you shot prone, it felt as if the mission at hand weighed just a bit heavier than others. More unbearable. The tactical suit and additional weapons attached to your aching body rivaled that of cinder blocks chained to your legs, weighing you down to the ocean floor in an attempted drowning while you tried to stay above water.

It's never gotten easier, but it's never been harder. 

The past two days had been filled with inconsistent sleep, hiding out, and keeping watch, all while under the watchful eye of Bucky. Bucky, who was watching you from inside the stakeout building, who threw a super soldier temper tantrum about having to figure out the ‘nonsensical logistics’ of how to stream a fucking live video feed, who barely bothered to say a word to you while meeting Natasha at the location that morning– aside from graciously allowing you to borrow his weapons cleaning kit. 

“You didn’t bring your own?” He cocked a judgmental brow at you, looking you up and down like a creature that crawled out of the Black Lagoon. Steely sea-blue eyes met yours, sharp and bright. Challenging. The collar of your tactical suit had instantly tightened.

“Figured we both use the same stuff, might as well bring the one to save space,” you shrugged, cocking a hip. 

Bucky’s eyes flitted to your pronounced curve before you straightened, swallowing. 

“Fine. Go nuts,” he sighed reluctantly, gesturing for you to sit in the guarded seat across from him. You sensed his piercing gaze follow you, feeling the same heat creep up your neck and cheeks just like all the other times he watched you. You chocked it up to an intimidation tactic, because it sure as hell worked.

You shook Bucky out of your brain. You needed to stay focused.  

“Copy. Target is en route to position, t-minus two minutes. Make it clean and make it quick.” Natasha's voice was cool, calming you and the usual racing thoughts in your head during these types of missions. You preferred her over anyone else to be your spotter since your first time out in the field, but this time she was assigned to be the plant, luring the target away from the rather innocent party-goers so they wouldn’t be splattered with brain matter and skull fragments courtesy of you.

Though, you had to admit, in the right scenarios, that was one of the more satisfying things that came with being a sniper.

“Don’t fuckin’ rush it,” Bucky chimed in.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. “Copy, Nat, just keep dangling the carrot.”

“You know I’ll do more than that. Out.” You could hear her wink. 

Two minutes might not seem like much, but missions like these can make it feel like a lifetime. Part of you hoped Bucky watched every second. The other half hoped you could smack the doubtful smirk off his stubble-ridden face– the same exact one he had whenever he watched you train. It was like he wanted you to fail. Like he was expecting it, anticipating it. 

You pinched your wrist. Now was not the fucking time. 

You brought the scope closer to your face, targeting the window Natasha would be bringing the target in front of. The crosshairs helped even out the scene while you lined up the shot right between the bedroom’s curtains. You readied yourself, focusing on breathing and controlling the rise and fall of your chest, steadying your bottom half. You blinked, then, and through the sights you spotted the golden shimmer of Natasha’s dress reflecting off the room’s low lighting. Finger on the trigger, delicately squeezing as the target’s head entered into the crosshairs, stepping unknowingly into the middle of your aim, mere seconds left to live, left until he rots in his deserved place in hell. 

Exhale. Inhale. Hold. Pull.

The target dropped in mere milliseconds as the shot reverberated throughout your body, the sound thankfully muffled by your ear pieces and the silencer. The recoil of the rifle dug into your shoulder, fighting against the rest of your body anchored by stiffened muscles. You exhaled, shaky, still, pushing the scope from your face and resting your head on the cool metal of the stock, allowing it to sear into your burning forehead.

“Confirmed kill. Target down. Meet you back at the hotel, over,” Natasha’s breathless voice crackled into your ear. 

“Copy. On my way down. Bucky do you–”

White hot pain suddenly seared through the back of your skull, slamming you face-first into your rifle. You clutched the back of your head, whipping around to be greeted by the dark void of a gun barrel. You froze, blood draining from your face, stomach free-falling as your gaze traveled up to meet crazed eyes and a twisted face. The man– your assaulter– was clad in black with hints of a tattoo running up his neck like blackened veins. No doubt the symbols hidden under his collar belonged to the syndicate run by his boss. The boss you just killed.

He snarled, yellowed teeth glistening in a maniacal grin. “You’re going to pay for that, little bitch,” he spat and nodded to your rifle as he shoved the barrel in your face. The metal practically branded you like marking a cattle for slaughter.

“Try me, prick,” you gritted through ringing pain and a locked jaw, snarling at the man as you rose, slowly, the barrel unmoving as the gun followed your position.

His grin widened. He began pushing you backwards towards the edge of the roof. Quickly, you kicked your foot out, catching his ankle and grabbing his wrist, pointing the gun at the darkened sky as you clawed at his fingers to release it from his grasp. A deafening shot rang out as you wrestled, sending an elbow straight into your jaw that shoved you away. He aimed for you again as you pulled a knife from your waistband, hurling it at any limb you could hit. It nailed him in his thigh, deep enough you knew it hit bone. He dropped the pistol in favor of his leg, allowing you enough of a break to kick the gun off the roof, sliding it off the opposite edge and down the fire escape.

You stood. You noticed the flicker, the fire, in the man’s eyes as it raged, burning brighter than the streetlights below. He yelled as he lunged, knocking you down again. Hard. Lungs deflated, pain seared through your spine, leaving you sputtering and gasping, grasping desperately for anything: his arms, his legs, your knife, your knife in his leg. Your head spun from the impact, rage and bile boiling in your stomach as arms and legs kicked and thrashed. The man grabbed you by your hair as if to scalp you, limping his way to the edge of the roof, dragging you along inch by inch. You deadened, going limp, hoping to make it that much harder for him to drag you with a knife in his fucking femur. Your stomach dropped as the wind picked up and the distance from the fire escape grew farther away. You knew what was in store: a five-story drop onto the hard street below. 

With impressive strength for a man who was actively bleeding out– and bleeding all over you– he swung you around by the fistful of hair in his hands, dangling your bottom half off the edge of the roof. You fought the panic beginning to set in, thrashing your feet around in an attempt to find some sort of foothold as your hands scrambled to grip the ledge. To add insult to injury, he slammed your head down, skull and jaw dropping with a dizzying thump. A gruff laugh erupted from his chest, and he spat at you. You glanced hesitantly over your shoulder. The world stretched and morphed the longer you looked; your eyes saw a fifty-foot drop while your brain saw a thousand foot death sentence. You willed your sore neck to turn back to the man, only to fight the scream that bubbled up your throat at the sight of a miniature pistol pointed execution-style at you. You ceased any movement, eyes widening, grip tightening on the inch-thick ledge of the roof that held you from becoming a human pancake.

“Looks like you’ll pay after all, bitch!” He grinned, cocking the pistol and preparing to fire. As he squeezed the trigger, as you squeezed your eyes shut, there’s a muffled shot, and then a warm, oozing feeling running down your face and neck. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, greeted by the sight of the man’s jaw slackened as his eyes began to roll back in his skull. A singular bullet wound centered on his forehead leaked brain and blood and bits of bone. He’s shoved over, body falling like a rag doll and spilling onto the roof. He’s quickly replaced by a seething, panting Bucky with a pistol pointed where your would-be-killer stood. Your eyes widened as your chest constricted, fingertips grinding against the edge as your arms burned and begged to be pulled to solid ground. He lowers the gun, lips parted, eyes boring into your soul like he’s seen a ghost. 

“Sar–Bucky, I’m fuckin’ slipping here!” you yelled as your left hand began to give way to gravity. The entirely reasonable request seemed to piss him off even more as he cursed, dropping his gun and grabbing harshly onto your arms, yanking you back up. He dropped you onto the roof in a heap. While your muscles screamed and you hacked up your lungs trying to regain normal oxygen levels, the annoyance you harbored for Bucky returned just as quickly as the gratefulness you had for his rescue faded once he turned his back on you, heading to the fire escape. 

“Thanks, Bucky, but Jesus fucking–”

He whipped around, blue eyes flashing crimson– a warning sign to choose your next words extremely carefully. 

“Clean up n’ get the fuck down. I’m leaving with or without you in ten fucking minutes,” he seethed, fists clenching onto the fire escape bars. You winced at the groaning sound the metal emitted as he bent it out of place, imprinting his palm prints into the bars.

“Bucky, I– What do–” you stuttered. Thoughts were racing as you looked between him and your would-be murderer decaying in his own drying blood a few feet away. You looked back at him. His eyes, swimming with something unrecognizable, mixed with fear and anger plaguing his features– like he remembered something so vivid, so real, that he was reliving it again.

“Just,” he turns his back to you, voice shaking, “get down here.”

He disappeared, leaving you to clean up the mess.

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The back alleyway was lit with a single, softly glowing flood light that led out to the busy streets. Bucky, who was already waiting for you with a furiously tapping foot, surveilled you with a stuck-snarling lip as you jumped down from the fire escape. The gilded plates in his hand leading up under his sleeve glinted with the violet-tinted vibranium. 

There's a moment, a beat, shared between you as you stood to look at him. You stared at one another, gazes unwavering and refusing to break, to blink. The shadows surrounding you began to move as if they were dancing on Bucky's face, sharpening his jaw, his features. He stayed on you, eyes flitting ever-so-slightly over your form. 

Your face burned.

Bucky cleared his throat. “Take a fuckin’ picture why don’t ya?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Could say th’same for you.” 

He grumbled something– probably cursing you– under his breath. As he opened his mouth to hurl an insult your way, both your phones pinged.

♦ Natasha: Taking last flight out of IST. Jet coming early AM. Lay low. Don’t kill each other. Please. Talk soon.

You swallowed a groan. 

“Fuckin’ great,” Bucky muttered, loud enough for you to hear. 

“Uh, okay. Fuck you, too, then,” you shot at him defensively. Knee-jerk reaction. Pinching the bridge of your nose and kicking yourself, you dropped the subject. Not the fight you wanted to pick at that moment. “Let’s– let's just call a cab and get to the hotel.”

“No. I have a bike. And we’re going to a safehouse.”

“Bucky, it's dark enough, my bag is–”

Suddenly, he was much closer than a mere second before, backing you up against the wall of the stakeout building. He beat you in height by a decent amount, but him towering over you really put it in perspective. His broad shoulders heaved, vibranium arm whirring in overdrive as he jabbed a plated finger at you, his face inches from yours. 

“I. Don't. Fucking. Care,” he stabbed each word into your sternum. “Bike’s down at the other end of the block. We're taking it, or you can fuckin’ walk. Doesn't matter to me.” 

You wanted to take his finger and break it.  

You glared, focus shifting between his startlingly bright blue eyes and the strange closeness of his face to yours. It was like you were seeing him– like, actually seeing him– for the first time in high definition. All of his details– the small scars by his hairline, the slight crookedness of his nose, crow’s feet and worry lines beginning to etch themselves into his skin, the indent between his brows– overwhelmed you as your eyes darted all over his face. You snapped back to his glare and were suddenly very conscious of your own facial expression that failed to rival his. You set your jaw and furrowed your brow.

You doubted it was convincing.

“Fine.” 

He stepped back and started striding down the alleyway with you at his heels. Your grip on the straps of the gun bag burned your palms as you tried to keep up with Bucky’s annoyingly long strides. At the intersection between the main street and two shops sat a garage; it appeared closed for the night, but was still open to Bucky, apparently, who pulled a key out from under an unsuspecting plant. He unlocked the large metal door, lifting it to reveal a tiny space that was barely big enough to house the large motorcycle and a workbench scattered with parts and tools. He strolled in like he owned the place and grabbed one of the helmets hanging off the motorcycle’s handles, handing it to you with an outstretched arm as he saddled himself onto the bike. You looked from him to the helmet, mouth agape and brow arched in confusion. 

When you didn’t take it, he rolled his eyes and shook it at you.

“C’mon, we don’t have all night.”

“When the hell did you–”

“I’ve got my ways. Now c’mon, put the damn helmet on,” he huffed, leaning back on the seat. His thick thighs clenched and straddled the gunmetal-body of the motorcycle. You held back the shiver that ran up your back as you crossed your arms, hip cocking out in defiance. In the briefest of pauses, Bucky stilled, and you swore you caught his eyes scanning down your body, your curves and full figure, before snapping back up to meet yours. He scoffed, smirking to himself and shaking his head.

“The fuck are you laughin’ at?” Your face turned hot, prompting your arms to hug tighter over your chest. You felt off balance. 

He said nothing and tossed the helmet to you. Your arms uncrossed and reacted much faster than your brain did as you barely caught it, slipping it on. Pointedly sighing, you relented and climbed onto the bike as Bucky put his own helmet on, sliding the visor down. In the shortly-live silence, your breathing echoed his, the air weighing heavy with anticipation. You were suddenly hyper-aware of every single little touch, every tiny movement made, every breath taken– like a bucket of ice water getting splashed on you, you were present for what felt like the first time that night.

The bike roared to life and Bucky leaned forward to fit his body closer to the handles. 

“Might wanna hang on,” he yelled over the noise. You hesitated, probably for a second too long for Bucky’s liking as he looked behind you and rolled his eyes (you knew he did, even behind the stupid visor.) He reached behind his back and grabbed your wrist, pulling you against him and wrapping your arm around his waist. Your free arm followed suit, tightly embracing him, heart pounding in your chest at the sudden act. You lurched forward as he rode out of the garage and began down the street; the location was a mystery to you, other than you knew it was one of the regular S.H.I.E.L.D. approved safehouses in Istanbul.

Weaving through the other bikes and cars, you couldn’t help but lean closer into Bucky, watching the lights and sights pass by in a blur. Fingers fanned over his abdomen as you held on, feeling the firm leather tac jacket against your skin– which became firmer upon pressing into him and feeling like you were palming a brick wall. Knees fit together at the sides of the bike, shifting ever-so-slightly whenever he braked or shifted. Worst of all, as you hugged your chest into his back, you had a front-row seat in viewing the way his broad shoulders twisted with laser-like precision as he drove.

It took every ounce of energy not to let go and fall off the bike. 

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The four-flight trudge up to the safehouse– more like safeapartment, actually– was a miserable one, especially with twenty pounds worth of gear on your back and a highly impatient super soldier on your ass telling you to “hurry the fuck up.”

“Again: ‘m not built like a fuckin’ freight train, here, Bucky,” you panted as your legs struggled in rounding the fourth and final landing. He didn’t bother to wait for you, instead turning wordlessly off the landing, heading down the hallway to the door with the keys jingling against his vibranium hand. You caught up to him, standing awkwardly off to the side as he fumbled with the sticky lock, and you couldn’t help but watch the way his hands moved. The way the vibranium prosthetic moved as fluidly as his flesh and bone, the way the plates glinted in the dimly lit hallway, the way his fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. 

Bucky swung the door open, pulling you out of your trance. He flicked on a light switch to reveal a small apartment complete with a cramped living room, couch, small T.V., and an open kitchen in the back. A hallway diverted off to the left, presumably to the bathroom and–

“It’s a one bedroom,” Bucky muttered, stepping into the apartment. You looked at him incredulously. 

“You– you’re kidding, right?” you asked, closing the door behind you and dropping your bag off to the side. 

“No. Why would I?” Bucky turned to you, cocking a brow with hands set on his hips, revealing his undone tac jacket and the tightest fucking dry-fit shirt underneath. It was practically a second skin, hugging against his abs you felt earlier. You stared slack-jawed at him like he didn’t just hear himself speak.

“Because there’s only one fucking bed?” 

“Yeah. And I’m taking it. You get couch duty,” he stated matter-of-factly. His crooked smirk prodded at your nerves.

You scoffed and mirrored his stance. “What? No! I did the work today, you sat around and just… watched.”

His face hardened. “I sat and just… watched?” he repeated, tone challenging you as he took a step forward. 

You swallowed. “You heard me.”

One second, you were ready to hurl another choice word at Bucky. The next, you were slammed against the back of the door. Hard. 

Bucky had rushed you, grabbing your arms with bruising force and forcing them up, pinning your wrists on either side of your head. You yelled in protest, failing to squirm out of the cage that was his body. 

“Look at me right fuckin’ now,” he demanded, lips curling into a snarl and bared teeth. His voice turned, a complete 180. Dominating, commanding, enraging. When you didn’t obey instantly, he slammed your wrists against the door again.

“Look at me!” 

“No! Fuck– Get off me!” 

With your feet still free, you started kicking him, eliciting what sounded like a growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. Bucky passed your wrist in his metal hand off to his flesh one, pinning both hands above your head while shoving a thick thigh between both of yours– right against your core. An uncontrollable yelp escaped from you as he pushed. Heat pooled in your lower stomach, and it took every bit of control to stop yourself from clenching your thighs together automatically. The fire Bucky ignited only grew, imaginary flames roaring in your stomach and racing up your limbs. His prosthetic hand snaked up your neck and squeezed your chin, squishing your cheeks and lips, forcing your eyes to him.

You felt lightheaded. Bucky– fuck, nobody– ever grabbed you like that; like you belonged to them. To him.

“You’re gonna listen to me, and listen good,” he shook your face, “I saved your fuckin’ life tonight, ‘member? When you were defenseless and as good as fuckin’ dead on that roof? You made me shoot that piece of shit point blank. You made me almost shoot you.” 

His voice shook and he looked away, biting his lip then coming back to you. “I fuckin’ saved your life when you should’ve saved your own. If it’d been any later– if I’d been a second later–” He steadied a breath, shaking his head and scoffing a laugh. He focused back on you with wildly electric blues. “I saved your life. Therefore, I get the goddamned bed tonight. Got it?”

You stared at him for a second longer before nodding gently. The energy building between you was enough to burn the entire building down if someone lit a cigarette. A smirk slowly bloomed across your lips. He released your chin, hand sinking down to rest against your collarbone. 

“Is that all, Sergeant?” 

His Adam's apple bobbed.

“What did you just call me?” he whispered, sliding a vibranium palm around the column of your neck, plated fingers resting on your pulse point. He twitched. Inches.

“You heard me.” 

The air, thick in the apartment, felt charged. 

“Needja t’say it again. Can’t hear too well,” he slurred, licking his lips. Eyelids fluttering, hands squeezing. Centimeters.

“Whatever you say,” you lilted. Millimeters. “Sergeant.”

Lightning struck. Everything ignited, setting fire to both of you as Bucky’s lips seared into yours. Hard, sloppy, desperate as tongue and teeth swapped secrets like old friends. He was unexplored territory, yet he felt so familiar. His prosthetic slowly relented the grip on your wrists, dropping to your shoulder, sliding down your chest where he greedily groped and slid over every last peak and dip of your body: tits screaming for release from your suit; hips jerking in short bursts at his every movement. He grabbed your ass and pulled you closer, forcing your thick thighs to spread wider as his own pushed further against your arousal.

“Been–” Bucky smacked your lips, kissing hungrily across your cheek and biting down your neck, “Shit– Been wanting this so– long, fuck–” He pressed into you, his cock harder a gun in his waistband. You couldn’t hold onto the intensely lust-filled moan that spilled from your throat much longer. Bucky grinned against your neck, lapping and sucking and marking your skin like he owned you. Like he could do whatever he wanted to you. 

And you let him.

“Gotta get this shit off you,” Bucky mumbled into your neck as he shed his own jacket, face not leaving your skin. Rough hands grabbed onto you and ripped away the buckles and buttons of the jacket that kept your body from him. A deep groan rumbled inside his chest as he threw the top half of your suit to the side, drinking in the beautiful sight of your body, hugged in all the right places by the cami that was riding up your stomach while your tits gasped for air, spilling out, fighting against your sports bra.

“Holy–fuck, holy shit.” 

Bucky Barnes was speechless. And you were the reason why. 

He stopped as your wrists came down from above your head and fell down your frame. 

“God, you’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Your heart stopped.

“You’re telling me.”

Another charge surged and you threw yourself at Bucky, sending both of you stumbling through the living room. Hands grasped and groped. Fingers busied themselves with removing clothing, undoing pants to throw one way and stripping shirts to toss another. You were magnetized to him, carding through his cropped chocolate hair, hooking your arms behind his neck– which was still bare and practically begging you to mark it in every way you knew. Stumbling over an end table, knocking into the wall that led down the hallway, dragging one another to the bedroom only to pause when you whined at Bucky to shut the door. 

Both of you were near-naked, relishing in each other’s skin by the time you made it to the bed, falling on it with him on top of you in a heap. Bucky hiked you further up the bed, dropping you onto the several pillows that made it feel like Cloud 9. You looked up at him straddling your hips with legs that seemed to spread wider the further down he sat. Eyelids fluttered while your pupils adjusted to the dark bedroom. What lay before was a scene out of your wildest fantasy. 

Bucky sat back on his hips, hair spiking out in wild tufts, cock aching to break free from the confines of his briefs as he stared back at you hungrily. His tongue jutted out to wet his lips, dragging the bottom half back into his teeth while his lust-blown pupils trained directly on you. You truly hadn’t registered the god-like, sculpturesque muscles leading down his chest and over his rippling abs that finished in a very defined ‘V’ below the waistband of his briefs. The veins bulging in his arm and hand were enough to send you spiraling. Everything before you left you speechless. Wanting. Needing.

Bucky slid painstakingly slow hands over your hips, up your waist, your ribs, slipping curious fingers underneath the hem of your sports bra. He didn’t rip it off like you expected, however. 

He looked at you. Really looked at you. “You–” his Adam’s apple bobbed, “y’know this’ll change everything. Right?” 

You nodded, eager, confident. “Yeah. I– I know.”

“You wanna do this?” He tugged harder.

“Yes.” Another tug. Your tits begged for release. 

“And you… got protection, er–” he hesitated, cocking a brow.

“Pill. I–I’m on the pill,” you breathlessly assured him. You added with a shrug, “I assume you didn’t bring any…”

He scoffed a laugh. “You weren’t exactly on my list of things t’do.”

“Well I hope I’m a top priority, now.”

“Number fuckin’ one.”

The elastic tore as he ripped the fabric, finally releasing your breasts from their constraint. Bucky discarded your ruined bra and turned back to you. His hands gravitated automatically to your chest, kneading, squeezing; thumbs and index fingers on both sides felt around for your nipples and pinched the sensitive buds, eliciting a squeal from you and another rush of arousal flooded your core. 

Bucky hummed while locking his lips onto a pointed peak, mouthing and nipping and sucking. You mewled, running a hand up the back of his head and through his messy hair. His vibranium hand started downwards, sending your senses into overdrive as metal fingers teased the hem of your hipsters that met the crease in your thigh. He released your swollen nipple with a pop.

“Fuck you’re soaked, baby,” he moaned. Tugging your hipsters down your legs, he returned to leaning back on his hips. You’re breathless, panting, melting before him as he palms his thick erection. The girthy, leaking head poked over the waistband, aching to finally meet you. To feel you.

He stripped his briefs off, springing his cock free. You couldn’t tell if the uncontrollable moan that escaped from your lips was because of how mouth-watering he was or the thrilling worry that flooded your mind at the thought (and soon-to-be very real act) of fitting him– all of him– inside you. You glanced at him, catching the way his eyes darkened into something sinister, something hungry and uncontrollable. His jaw hardened as he pumped himself, leaking precum droplets onto your thighs. 

“Get on your fuckin’ stomach,” he commanded. You obeyed, willing to do anything in your power to quell the iron-hot ache that made your pussy throb with want. The second your palms hit the mattress he grabbed you, hands bruising your love handles and ass as he yanked you back to him, shoving your face down into the pillows. With your cheek pressing into the mattress, face squishing into your elbow, all of the oxygen was pulled from your lungs. A beat of silence filled the void between you before a loud SMACK followed by a stinging pain radiating from your ass. 

SMACK. “That was for the back talk.”

SMACK. “That was for scarin’ me t’night.”

SMACK. “And that was for makin’ me have to wait this long to fuck your stubborn ass.” 

Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth and onto the sheets as you chewed your lip, trying (and failing) to dull the harsh, hot pain. Hands gripping your hips, bruising and rough, he yanked you back to meet his front. His cock jammed in between your cheeks as he grinded on you, kneading your ass to mold around him. 

“You’re gonna take me,” he rasped, low and throaty. “All of me.”

You felt him line himself up with your entrance, his girthy head poking and prodding at your entrance. A beat. Hesitation from both of you before he finally snapped forward, plunging into you, filling you, stretching you wider than you could’ve imagined. Once inside, he paused, shifting inside you, cursing breathlessly at the perfect fit. You groaned and desperately shifted your hips in silent hope that Bucky would fucking move. The stretching, the fullness, everything gnawed at your insides that were begging for release. For pleasure. 

“F-fuck Bucky, please–!” He slowly, painfully, rolled his hips in small, dragged-out thrusts before pulling out of you with the most self-control you’d ever see from him and jamming right back into you. 

“Fuck! Again! Please, again!” 

He obeyed you; his hips gradually began to pick up speed, thrusting erratically into you. 

“Gimme your arm,” he gritted between hissed curses. Your brain was on a three-second delay between hearing him and when you started to twist; too slow for Bucky’s liking, he growled, bending– and, in turn, stuffing himself until his base scraped your ass– to grab your arm, pinning against your back with a stern hold. The pain, the pleasure, the all-of-it fanned the flames inside you, growing hotter and hotter and threatening to implode. 

“‘M so close, baby, so–” he gasped, “Fuck, where do I–?”

“Back,” you answered, muffled against the sheets. “My back, I– ah!” You clenched around him, locking him in place as the implosion erupted within you. White-hot flashes of intense pleasure shot through your veins like a lethal shock. You screamed. You trembled. You felt the most all-consuming release rock you to your core, all while Bucky drilled into you harder, faster, his own coil on the brink of snapping. His hips began to stutter into you while you rode your high, mewling when it was time to pull from you in a hurry, his fist furiously pumping the last few seconds. A pleasured cry came from his body as hot ropes shot onto you, painting your skin in warm bursts, cum pooling where your spine arced. He groaned. Fist slowing in pumps, he fell onto the covers next to you in a heap as you cautiously lowered your back.

For a minute it was just your labored breathing echoing one another. The smell of sex lingered in the air, the distant sounds of the streets below and within the quiet building were muffled by the walls of the bedroom. It felt like forever before the bed shifted. Bucky stood, fumbling around on the ground for his discarded briefs. Kneeling back onto the bed, you flinched at the suddenly soft touch of fabric as he cleaned you up, wiping your skin until satisfied. He tossed the boxers back onto the ground somewhere unseen, rolling over back to his place next to you. You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, biting it back as you flipped over to look at Bucky, who was already staring at you with a soft smile. 

“Thanks.”

He shrugged in response. “Looks like we both needed it.”

You nodded. “Does this mean ’m still sleeping on the fuckin’ couch?”

“Hm. No, I’ll let you off the hook,” he said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over you both.

“I think I like being off the hook better than being on it.”

“Mhmm, sure,” he hummed. The covers shrouded you as he placed a metal hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb in soft circles as he pulled you in for another electrifying kiss.

[gloomysoup]

i was GOING to write this weekend, but instead i've made the decision that i'm going to landscape my entire backyard on my own (usually my mom does all of the landscaping) and i've been cleaning it out all weekend. it is taking forever. so uh here's a snippet of a wip to make up for not doing like... anything lately :D

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“You've got a boy in your bed,” the older man stated, clearly not a question anywhere to be seen. It was merely an observed fact of life.

“I do,” Eddie said slowly, unsure where this conversation was headed or how to explain what was actually happening.

“You haven't had a boy in your bed in a long time.” Again, it was merely a statement. No question. Again, Wayne was right. Eddie hadn't even thought about meeting someone else since Steve disappeared, and Wayne was plenty aware of that. “Not since Steve.”

Eddie knew Wayne was taking a chance saying Steve’s name. It had been a sensitive subject for a long time. Eddie took a deep breath and tried to decide how best to say it. Wayne clearly doesn't know that the boy in his bed is Steve, if the way he was looking at Eddie was anything to go by.

“This somethin’ we should talk about? I know you've been havin’ a rough go of it since last summer, and then whatever the hell happened over spring break. You ain't self destructin’, are ya?”

“No, no, it's nothing like that,” Eddie said quickly, throwing a glance over his shoulder to his bedroom door, which was left slightly cracked. “Um, actually, it's- God, I really don't know how to say this other than to just say it.” Wayne looked at him with an expectant eyebrow raised. “It's Steve.”

[greenunoreversecard]

Don't hide your pain

-> Angel dust x reader

A/N: I made this of my own violation. I needed to therapize myself

Reader POV, ftm male, who's ✨️traumatized✨️

It always starts like this.

Things go well for a while. Things go great, even.

And then it gets bad. And it stays bad, and i ruin every close relationship and im alone.

And then it repeats.

I just wish I could be better. I guess that's why I'm at the hotel.

Things have been good for a while, so good, infact I though the cycle could be over.

Angel brought so much light to my life. He made me feel so happy, and wanted and needed.

And I was so much better. But it seems like the happier I was the worse i fall.

I sigh, rolling over in my bed, grabbing my phone. Fuck it's late in the day. Charlie will be upset, but i cant seem to care. I just- I don't wanna leave my bed.

I look away from my lockscreen, a blurry picture of angel in my Hoodie chasing after nuggets, who has his phone in his mouth, trying to run away with it. It caught angel off guard, and i was laughing so hard i couldnt get a steady photo.

Its one of my favorite memories. I feel a small smile tug at my lips, but my body and my face feel like led that I can barely move.

Theres a knock at my door.

"Hey, baby. Are you ok? Haven't seen you in a day, and I wanted to make sure ya alright.." I hear his quiet voice as the door squeaking lightly as Angle peeks in, silhouette gently illuminated from the light in the hallway.

I grumble in reply and roll over. He sighs, and for a moment I think he leaves but i feel him sit on my bed, next to me. I can feel his warmth. Despite having the features of a cold-blooded spider, he's always run rather hot.

He rests his hand on my back.

"Baby, I can't help you if you dont talk ta me"

Irritation rises in me.

"Don't. I dont need you. I dont need your fucking pity. Just fuck off, please." I say, voice rough and shoulders tense.

His determination doesn't deter, though.

"I don't pity you, love. I just wanna help."

I know my irritation is irrational, logically. But I can't help being angry. Angry I am this way, angry I'm so helpless. And I'm ahry he has to see me like this, considering he has it so much worse. He deserves better than this. Better than me. But I can't seem to stop the slow of my defensive anger, vomiting out words I'm uncertain seraid him I know they do me coming out my mouth.

"Don't pretend, angie."

"I'm serious, though. I want to help."

"Don't play with me. I don't need you, and I don't need your pity."

"Why are you doing this?"

This freezes me. I tense. I don't know why I do this. I don't know why I'm hurting him. I don't know why I'm hurting myself by hurting the only person thats treated me like a fucking sentient being..

I realise, at this point, he's as rigid as a brick, and I look over at him. He tears in the corners of his eyes, eyes slighrly red from the effort it takes to stop his tears. His hair is a mess, and he's shaking, God's he's shaking.

"I- please, sugar. I just wanna help you but- but I can't if you push us away. I you push me away. I- I don't wanna lose you. I can't fucking lose you. And I can feel you sliping and its- it's scary. Please, if not for you then for me."

At this, a sob wracks its way through my body, every viceral emotion I've held back hitting me like a dam destroyed. Apologies spewing through my lips like it's a lifeline. And in a way, it is. Because, I know hes right. And I know if I continue on the way I do, I'll be destroyed at my own hands. And I'll lose him, I'll lose my lifeline.

...

..

.

I don't know how long I cry for. It's all kind of blurry, really. I know i tell him everything ive hid from him about my life through choked sobs, and at some point he's holding me to his chest, gently stroking my hair, touch gentle but deep, afraid to let me go as if I'll disappear, or break like glass.

The good never used to last for long, but maybe this time I can make it last forever.

So long as I have him.

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End note: vv rushed lmfao. Anywhore, hopes this gives a small gauge as to my writing style. I can also try my hand at different possibilities.

Hope ye likey likey

[ckret2]

Ages ago I made a post about what Ford thinks about Bill (in a billford context), and I've had an infodump on what Bill thinks about Ford floating on discord for months, and an ask finally prompted me to post it, so here ya go:

If asked why he likes Ford, Bill himself claims that Ford overthinks everything, but in such fun, interesting ways, and Bill likes the way Ford thinks about things.

But really, Bill overthinks everything too; it's just he overthinks social things. He's always calculating how to persuade, control, manipulate people. He never has a conversation that isn't a chess game, it's exhausting and he won't even admit it's exhausting. When's the last time his top priorities weren't either "how do I convince some sucker to make a portal" or "ugggh I'm so SICK of the PORTAL I'm gonna THROW A PARTY and NOT THINK AT ALL"

Whereas Ford is guy who'd hear someone say something incorrect and bluntly go "no you're wrong" and accidentally offend the hell out of them because he's SO excited to share this fantastic information they don't know. The social world DOES NOT EXIST for him until he's reminded of it.

And so he's free to turn all his brainpower instead to. Like. The environmental impact of barf fairies on fern fertilizer or whatever.

Bill knows Everything™ but he's gotten tired of doing anything with that knowledge. They're all discrete points of information to him. He doesn't have time to muse over things, he's got an inventor to manipulate at 11pm and then a party to get to at midnight. He's never once in his life thought about the impact of barf fairies on the local flora. But he does happen to know the plants in that part of the woods are more acid-resistant and wow is that why???? He's never even thought to think about that before. Thousand year mystery that Bill didn't even notice has been solved.

(On the other hand "Ford doesn't think to think about the intricacies of social interaction" is also part of what makes him so easy to manipulate, he's so much more inclined to just accept at face value a friendly offer of assistance on a big academic project. Sure Bill's helping for the sake of scientific advancement in and of itself, why wouldn't he?)

Bill wants to just, fling random facts at Ford and see if he can think up connections between them. Go nerd boy go nerd boy go

"... So there you have it Ford, that's the problem you'll have to overcome with adapting alien machinery to human fuel sources, now I wanna hear YOUR thoughts on how to overcome that problem." "Well—" talks in an uninterrupted stream that by thirty minutes in has drifted over to the history of kerosene production, which he read an interesting book about between semesters in college— "... I've gotten off topic, haven't I?" "No no, I think you're on to something. This is how brainstorming works, free association of concepts. Keep going."

Ford in the morning: "... oh no I didn't let my muse get a word in edgewise for the rest of the dream, i didn't bore him did I?" Bill: "damn, I never noticed the patent process for hurricane lamps was so contentious. There's little dramas everywhere"

When things are going well, their relationship is,

Ford: "I just wanna hear Bill teach me things about the multiverse forever."

Bill: "I just wanna hear Ford think deeply on any topic that crosses his mind forever."

Both of them when they're in peak harmony: excitedly jabbering at each other at 200 words per minute about the stupidest topic you've ever heard, but you'd need a phd in at least two fields to comprehend it

That's love!!!

Ford, having historically been socially shamed: "... am I being weird?"

Bill: "💕❤️💓yeah❣️💖❤️‍🔥"

Sometimes I think about Bill watching Ford in his sleep and being in awe at this human-shaped genius: you with your beautiful electric mind, packed into this soft flawed uneven body. one would never know it from the outside—but you're in there. This genius with a mind like a galaxy. ... and he's like, growing hair and stuff. wild.

[lint-beetle4]

Can u do a Macaque x Female reader smut. The scenario is that they had some history and dont want the group to know(but they eventually find out). One night, Macaque and reader talks and they let out how they felt ever since they split. " Like even though I was mad at u I still loved u" or like "When it rained I remembered how u liked it". Then they just make love knowing they missed each other.

Old Scars (Macaque x Fem!Reader Smut)

The Guardian and The Warrior were like the stars and the moon, their light reaching where The Sun's rays missed, casting the world in their protective glow

This story is as old as time itself, yet many failed to realize that as the sun and his shadow grew, the stars twinkled weakly compared to the light around them

So, as The Moon chased The Sun, the stars were left to glow in the dark sky, forever to wait for the cold moonlight to return with the sun's rays

You and Macaque were old, ancient in modern times

Of course, that meant you naturally found each other when empires were thriving and the world seemed big, gravitating towards the other as immortal beings

Yet, something happened between the two of you, something that led to you leaving Macaque's side and away from Wukong

In the modern age, you found him again, surrounded by new friends and old foes

You wanted to run from him, but you couldn't escape his ears. He still remembered what your heartbeat sounded like

So there you were, surrounded by strangers while two pairs of eyes looked at you with such melancholy--deep down, you wondered if death would set you free from the pain you've lived through

"So, Monkey King--this another enemy of yours?" Pigsy sighed, turning to you with a tired gaze. "Look, you're gonna fight, do it outside my shop, will ya?"

You averted your gaze from the surprised monkeys before you, shaking your head with a nervous smile. "No, no, I just smelled the food from your shop. I--err--wanted to buy some noodles."

Pigsy perked up, shock evident in his face. "Oh--Well, you have any preferences in your noodles?"

"No, this is my first time trying them if I'm honest." You chuckled, remembering the lands you've traveled during your life. "I'll have whatever you think is best."

"One house special then."

As you waited for the food, you felt more eyes on you, a group of familiar energies before you. Macaque looked away, almost hiding behind Wukong as a young man turned to the monkey.

"Monkey King?"

Wukong sighed, still looking at you with those pathetic eyes. "It's been so long. Where do I even begin?"

"By letting me eat my food," You shrugged, grabbing the hot bowl. "You haven't changed a bit, Great Sage. I see Macaque still hides behind you as well."

Macaque remained unresponsive to your quip, and you merely ate in spite of it. Wukong stepped closer to you. "Where have you been all this time? I couldn't find you anywhere after--"

"Sorry, but just--not here, Wukong." You set down your chopsticks, eyes boring into the shadow behind him. "I'm trying to eat."

A girl stepped up to you, eyes naively curious yet her voice confident and strong. "So, what your deal with those two?"

You fought back a laugh. "We just have--a complicated past is all. Macaque and I were a team, partners. But, I was too weak to stay by his side. I'm not powerful like him and Wukong."

"It wasn't like that." Macaque growled, glaring at you. "You never came back-- We needed you."

"You didn't need shit, Liu-Er." You stood up, broth sour on your tongue as you paid for you meal with a hefty tip. "Neither of you did."

You left the building quietly, returning to your home.

The presence of The Warrior was obvious to those who knew him--you were no exception. Turning your head, the glowing eyes of your shadow widened, Macaque emerging strangely quiet.

"You needed anything?"

Macaque sighed, a growl underneath his throat. "Look, I just--the argument--everything that happened I just--"

"You what?" You snapped, eyes glaring daggers into the agitated simian. "You didn't mean to leave me behind, fueled by your petty anger towards Wukong? You didn't mean to attack Wukong's master, leaving me alone--?"

"He left us first!"

"The moment Wukong was freed from that mountain-- the moment you laid eyes on him again, you went mad!" You shouted, voice quivering against your will. "You died for a cause that didn't exist. You died trying to send Wukong to his old ways."

Macaque practically snarled. "He killed me."

"I know." You whispered, hugging yourself tightly. "I tried to stop you. I tried to save you from yourself, and you pushed me away."

"You hurt me, Macaque." You shuddered. "And because I couldn't stop you, you got killed trying to be a monster."

"It's just like you to take the blame for something that doesn't involve you." Macaque scoffed. "The world has been brought to its knees more than once, but now you show up, spewing your self-pity?"

"You said it yourself--You didn't want to see me around anymore." You sighed. "Plus, Wukong wasn't too pleased that I didn't tell him about your plan. I didn't want to be a memory lingering over his head, so I simply just--left."

"Oh please, you know Wukong loves to see you." Macaque rolled his eyes. "...I didn't mean it."

"What?"

"I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I didn't mean to push you away...You were right," Macaque's gaze lowered, his shoulder tense. "I was a fool to try and convince Wukong away from his journey, and I paid the price for it."

"That day--When I left, before I--" Macaque sighed, gritting his teeth. "Before that, I was so afraid of losing you. I was angry at Wukong--at myself, but I was afraid you'd join Wukong and leave me behind."

Macaque reached out, gently grabbing your hand. "I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to be forgotten."

"When Wukong told me everything," You smiled sadly. "It was raining... like that Sun had hidden itself away, allowing only darkness in the world. I was--I was--I felt like I lost everything that day."

"I didn't see Wukong again after that, and--" You swallowed harshly, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes. "Every time it rained, I knew I wouldn't see you again either."

You felt strong arms embrace you, squeezing you gently. "I came back."

"I saw--" You laughed. "You certainly made an entry with how much property damage you caused."

Macaque smiled fondly, nuzzling into your hair. "What did you expect? You know I have a knack for the dramatics."

"I missed you so much." You kissed the shadow demon's cheek. "I could never stop loving you, y'know."

Macaque cupped your face, pecking your lips. "Neither could I. I'm so glad to have a second chance with you in it."

In a flash, Macaque had taken you to your bedroom, kisses and light nips littering your neck.

You chuckled beneath the increasingly desperate monkey--only you could get him so worked up with a few words. Macaque tore off your clothes--actually ripping a hole in one of them to your dismay-- hands fondling your body, squeezing your breasts as another traced circles into your hips.

You jolted as Macaque's teeth lightly bit around your nipple, tongue soothing you quickly. The shadow monkey was meticulous in showing his dedication to you, biting at you collarbones and shoulders and rubbing at the soft skin in your inner-thigh.

You gasped lightly as his finger entered your pussy, stroking the inner walls with pressure that you out of breath in an instant. Macaque entered another finger, stretching you slightly as his scissored the two appendages, curling up to find the sensitive spot that made you moan loudly.

His hand drilled into you, fingers digging into your walls while another hand help your hips down. You grinded against hand, practically screaming his name as you felt his tongue lap at your clit, his mouth sucking it lightly.

Your body felt light, drifting through the waves of pleasure that were rising in your core. Feeling your pussy tighten against the fingers that abused your g-spot, you whimper lightly, hips trying to grind deeper into them.

Macaque's voice was by your ear, familiar shadows stimulating your clit and hugging your body, "Go on, cum for me. Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours."

You moaned deeply, feeling your orgasm wash over you almost painfully. You breathed heavily as Macaque pet your thighs comfortingly. You looked at lover, seeing his flushed face gleam at you warmly.

Eyes drifting, you saw how painfully hard Macaque was. Lifting your heavy body, you laid Macaque on his back, crawling over him as your second wind slowly came to you.

"I've craved you for so long, my shade." You smiled, stroking Macaque's cock as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Eternity could pass, and I'll still crave you more."

[jadeddangel]

Feel free to ignore this request if you want! But basically Adam and reader being pretty good friends who are casual with each other, have a similar sense of humor and personality, reader is a older sibling figure to many of the other angels, and him just beginning to actually gain feelings for them

Eeee I'm so excited!! Thank you for requesting!!

Adam x reader

"Can't believe I'm falling in love with such a cocky bitch"

You and Adam knew eachother since the beginning of time, and having known eachother that long you started to rub off on eachother. You both had similar humor and jokes the only difference was, was that you knew how to act politely, Adam did not.

You worked as a welcoming angel for new souls and angels of the like, showing them around and getting them set up in a home was just one of your many jobs. You worked closely with percious but you didn't like him, he was kind of a cunt when he wasn't around other people. You were on your lunch break sitting at a high table on a chair swinging your legs happily, you had gotten a milkshake and some fries. Adam snuck up behind you grabbing your sides suddenly, "hah! gotcha bitch!" Adam laughed. You had went to hit him at first but started laughing with him when you realized who it was, "adam!! You bitch come sit! I haven't seen you all week bro" you pointed to the seat across from you.

You couldn't even remember who had started the tradition of sneaking up on each other, but it just stuck, and Adam never failed to sneak up on you. Adam and you talked about your week together making small jokes as you ended up sharing your fries and milkshake with him. "And then she's over here hitting on the drummer, like, you think you want drummer dick? Nah, do you know who I am? I'm fucking Adam, I'm the original dick!" Adam recited the story to you as you started snort laughing. "Well it can't be that good if she wanted drummer dick!" You said between laughing as you hit your thigh loosing your shit over your own joke. "Hey!! My dick is fine thank you very much!" Adam huffed defensively before joining in your laughter. It took you both forever to catch your breath and stop.

Adam grabbed the last fry and ate it "Alright sugartits I've gotta go danger tits is waiting for me, but hey! I'll swing by your place with some Chinese food. Sound good?" Adam looked at you with hopeful eyes. You chuckled "sure thing dickmaster I'll see ya then" you said playfully giving him a sweet smile. Adam went to get you a hug but paused and patted you on the head awkwardly instead before speeding off to go find lute.

You were a bit confused but expected it from Adam, well atleast you were learning to Adam had been acting weird.. you thought that it would be all fixed up after mating week, but he was still just as weird as before.

You ended up getting an early day off since Emily took over welcoming souls for a bit to help. "Calm her energy down." In Sera's words, at least. You picked up your place, finally dishes and other chores you were behind on. You got a movie picked for tonight and some beer and sodas for you and Adam.

Adam finally came by your place after dark with a bag of Chinese food and a bag of clothes for him to change into assuming he was staying over. Adam knocked on the door rhythmically as he waited, you opened the door after a moment or so in some sleep shorts and one of Adam's band t-shirts(I keep forgetting Adam has a band bro).

"Woah, is that Adam without lute on his shoulder like a little parrot?" You teased letting the man in. Adam took his helmet off and rolled his eyes, "I'm not bringing my second in command to your house to hang out." Now that that was weird, Adam never responded that way to that joke, "bro, you good? What happened that got you all pissy? Are you on your man period or sum?" You asked concerned but still trying to make it a joke. Adam sighed "nah just a lot on my mind. There's this chick -" "ooooo does the Adam have a crush?" Who's the lucky bitch huh? " You cut him off plopping on your couch and turning your head so Adam could change(like you weren't just watching him in the reflection of the tv). Adam sighed and got changed into comfy clothes, "yea it's fucking weird though I mean she wouldn't leave my mind during mating week and ugh I get so awkward around her" Adam groaned laying on the couch with his head in you thighs. "Shit Adam do you actually like this chick? Or do you just wanna fuck her? Orrrr was the pussy that good that you want more?" You teased playing with Adam's hair carefully. Adam shook his head "I think I like her I mean I've known her for awhile and she just gets me yknow?" Adam said tilting his head a bit to look at you before changing his mind and grabbing the remote looking through Aisney(angel disney) and putting on the live action of "the jungle dude" (the jungle book).

You took a moment to think, it hurt, the thought of Adam falling in love with someone else after sharing so much. "Just think about your heart before you brain Adam, think about your feelings, maybe you should tell her I mean it can't hurt too bad, and I mean if your friends I'm sure she feels the same... and you guys can just be together, yknow.." You slowly got quieter and quieter, feeling like if you were any louder, you were gonna cry your eyes out.

Adam nodded a bit. "What would you do in my situation?" Adam asked under his breath, yet you still heard him. You took a deep breath "Adam I...." Your words got caught in your throat as you looked down at him looking guilty. Adam tilted his head to look at you confused at the look. "What's with the look sugar tits? You look like I'm about to cry, did I say sum?" Adam asked genuinely concerned for you. It made your heart melt knowing he cared for you so much, it made your heart melt so much in fact that before your brain registered what you were doing you had leaned down and trapped his lips in a kiss. The angle wasn't comfortable, and your spine was bent weird, but God was it worth it, feeling how soft his lips were. Adam froze for a moment before melting into it, licking along your bottom lip, teasing you a bit. After a moment of you both continuing to kiss each other, you both pulled away for air a small string of salive connecting you and breaking after you moved too far away. You were panting a bit but didn't go too far from his face. "That's what I'd do.. " you whispered softly, your lips barely brushing against Adam's. Adam reached up and put a had on your cheek "you wanna know something sugar tits? I think I would do the same.." Adam smiled as he locked your lips together in a passionate kiss pulling away after a few moments.

Adam smiled and sat up next to you , allowing you to straighten your back properly. Adam chuckled " awwe you hunched just to kiss me sugar tits? I'm honored" Adam joked. You rolled your eyes "yea yea whatever dickmaster now do you wanna cuddle up and eat while we watch a movie or do we wanna talk about what well we are first?" You tilted you head a bit. Adam was already reaching for the bag when you brought it up. "What do you mean what we are? I thought that kiss established it, I'm yours and your mine" Adam spoke almost boredly. You could feel the blush creep up on your face " your gonna be one heck of a boyfriend " you laughed.

The rest of the evening was relaxed as you cuddled and ate together. Before falling asleep together on your couch, hoping everything would be perfect with you both together

[starboybutler]

don't count on it

summary: buck can't sleep. bucky helps him out.

word count: 2675

warnings: period typical homophobia and homophobic attitudes, handjobs, brief objectification of women, brief talks of war, guys being dudes

notes: i began writing this before i watched mota yesterday so forgive me if anything seems out of character. this came to me in a dream at three am and i've been thinking about it since. this is also inspired by @precious-little-scoundrel so thank you for your lovely blog marina. i hope everyone enjoys!

his entire body radiated with a dull ache deep in his joints. as soon as his back hit the bed, his eyes drooped as if he’d fall asleep right then and there. and yet, he laid there, staring at the dull gray ceiling.

he always did this. he yearned to sleep, but as soon as the time to lay down came, he couldn't fall into a sound slumber. too many thoughts racing in his head, too much aching in his body– too much noise all around him. the hum of the rickety air conditioning, the faint mutters and laughs of his bunkmates as they brushed their teeth and got dressed for bed, his own breathing reverberating in his ears. it all was so mundane, but too overwhelming.

he shut his eyes, hoping sleep would just come to him. he tried to ignore it all– the sounds, the thoughts…but nothing. he was still awake.

the bed dipped next to him, and he didn’t even have to open his eyes to see who it was.

“finally outta the shower?” buck asked, hands tucked behind his head as he waited for a response. “you take forever in there. you're like a woman.”

“yeah yeah,” bucky dismissed, shoving buck playfully as he set his belongings down. “and you didn’t shower long at all. dunno how ya got anything clean in that time.”

“i’m very clean.” gale huffed, cracking one eye open. “i just don’t like showering with other people. i like my alone time.”

“uh huh. you just wanna be able to rub one out in there.”

gale sat up and shoved him, laughing in surprise at his friend's brazen words. it was always like this. bucky, being brazen and outgoing, all while buck watched from the sidelines. he liked it that way. he always felt a weird joy when bucky would tell random stories of reckless things he did in the past, or when he insisted on singing after a few drinks at the bar. he’d always say that he was a prude when he resisted his drunken tugging of his arm, trying to urge him on stage with him. buck never took it personally though– mainly because bucky was right. compared to most of the men he’d been around he was prude. he didn’t gamble, drink– hell, he didn't even have one night stands. many of the guys got drunk and went home with the first broad they saw, but buck didn’t feel anything towards the women who would brazenly grip at his arms and called him a stud. sure, he’s made out with a few of them– and almost made a mess of his uniform– but he never took them back to base. he didn't want to lose his purity like that. sure, he’d done plenty of heavy petting and dry humping, but he’s never went all the way with a girl before. it just didn't happen.

he got teased about it, sure, but he stuck by his guns. he didn't see the big deal in rushing to stick your cock into some random woman and then brag about it the next day. it all seemed very shallow to him. he was always told that sex is special– between two people with a strong, loving bond. and he held that close to his heart. he actually was planning to save himself for marriage– but when you're a hormonal teen…its a little hard to fight those primal feelings.

“oh please, i haven't done that since i got here.” buck said earnestly, laying back down and stretching out. “honestly, i haven't done that in almost a year.”

bucky laughed. “no way. i always joked about you bein’ a prude, y’know, but this is a little far.” he cracked. “where ya too busy? or are you actually that green?”

“i’m not green,” buck grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. “i jus’-- goddamn, i dunno. i wanna save myself, y’know. i try not to do it too often.”

“good god man, you didn't even go for it before you were here? you’re crazy.” egan snorted. “now you’re stuck ‘round all these guys.”

buck just shrugged, laying back down and sighing heavily. “oh well. what can ya do?”

it was quiet, for a moment. buck could feel that bucky was was there, but he was silent– like he was contemplating. buck opened one eye and gazed at him, confused at the way his lips were twitching.

“you…you really aren’t gonna…indulge in any ladies out here?” bucky said, softly, like he was ashamed of asking. “you’re gonna lose it, man. it’s only been a week and i already feel all pent up.”

buck felt his face heat up slightly at the implication that his friend was horny. he bit his lip, dragging his eyes away from his black-haired friend as he let those words soak in. “really?”

“yeah. i– it’s been a while for me too, actually. i didn't really think about how it’d only be us guys out here. shoulda got something before i came out here.”

despite buck’s stance on remaining celibate until his marriage, he strangely understood the other man. even though he hardly engaged in such things, he felt the tension in every room he walked in. everyone seemed taut, like a bowstring– waiting to snap. whenever they’d spar, workout, or shower, the air would be thick enough to cut with a knife. it was an unspoken thing– but everyone felt it. no one wanted to talk about it, because…well, what would that make them? they don't allow fairies in the force, that’s for sure. something so scandalous couldn't even be thought about, unless you wanted a good beat down by every other troop in sight.

“i dunno. i think the last time i did it left me satisfied for a while,” he lied, not wanting to admit that he had the same fire simmering, albeit dimly, in his belly. he never felt like this, so what the hell was his deal?

“bullshit,” bucky swore. “no way your fist leaves you satisfied for years to come. you need a woman, buck. one that’ll rock your world.”

“you know i’m savin’ myself.” buck hummed. “besides, hookin’ up with some random woman doesn't sound appealing.”

“you’re wrong, man.” bucky sighed, laying down next to buck and resting his head on his hands. “it’s magical. raw. primal. makes you feel like a real man.” he grunted, inhaling deeply. “hooked up with this one chick– god, she was gorgeous. eager to go down on me– and she gripped ‘round me so damn tight i thought she cut off my circulation. kept bouncin’ on me and talking about how big i was. goddamn.”

buck’s cheeks flushed at the words leaving his friends mouth. the way he spoke about the woman like she was a pastime or a hobby and not a person was surprising. he could see it, though, clear in his minds eye– a young lady, moaning and panting, bouncing eagerly on bucky’s thick cock, bucky panting and calling her a good girl–

he paused. why was he thinking about bucky so much? and why did it make his face flush even more?

“issat right,” buck mumbled, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach from his lewd imagination.

“uh huh. god– i dream about her all the damn time. what i’d give to be buried in her now.”

silence again. only this time, it felt more tense than the last. the vision that buck had– bucky’s cock, his breathless voice, his flushed face. it made him all hot, like no other girl had before. it scared him.

“you ever been with a girl? obviously not all the way– but at all?”

“of course i have.” buck said defensively. “i– i just…it was high school, maybe. real nice girl, real pretty. she came over to study, and we ended up making out. i was still kinda new to the whole….sex thing, so i told her no when she tried to go all the way. we did end up uh…. rubbin’ on each other though. felt nice.”

“and this was high school?” bucky asked. “and you haven’t been with a girl since?”

buck shook his head. bucky stared at him for a moment, something unreadable flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the blonde. “damn. no wonder you're so damn tense all the time.”

“i’m not tense.”

“you are. you’re always quiet– thinkin’. you never let loose. i bet if you got a handy you’d be as rowdy as the rest of us.”

“quit bein’ dirty.” buck tsked, smacking bucky’s chest lightly. “i don’t need a handy. i need some goddamn sleep.”

“i’m tellin’ ya man. you need to get laid.”

“i’ll smack ya if you say somethin’ pervy again.” buck promised, making bucky snicker softly.

it was quiet again. buck closed his eyes, but he felt as restless as earlier. moreso, even. he kept thinking about bucky’s last hookup, the way he described her, how tight she was. was she really tight? or was bucky just that big, like the girl said?

and there his mind went again. thinking about bucky. that wasn't normal. he needed to stop thinking about bucky and think about girls. like the girl he frotted with in his childhood bed- whatever her name was. the way she grabbed onto him, panted into his neck, shivering and shaking something awful as she came undone all over his slacks. he remembered being shocked at the gush, his cock still unbelievably hard down his thigh after two orgasms. he remembered how bad it hurt, being hard for so long. he wondered if being in a girl was better. he wondered if bucky’s cock stayed hard after he came inside that girl. no– stop. don’t think about the man right next to you. why did he keep–

“you’re breathin’ funny.” bucky observed.

“no i’m not.” buck argued, flustered at how his friend picked up on his heavier breathing. he prayed that he didn't look down and see his dick tenting in his sweats.

he must've. no. he did. his eyes trailed down the lean length of buck’s torso, landing on the large bulge under the fabric of his sweats.

“see what i mean?” bucky breathed, his voice lower in tone than normal. “you're so tense, buck,” he muttered, his hand moving from behind his head. “always so damn tense.”

buck swallowed hard as he felt bucky’s hand rest on his thigh, slowly inching upwards towards his aching cock. his breath stuttered, his face red-hot– but he didn't make a move to stop him. not at all.

bucky’s hand slid into his loose sweats, past the blonde curls, and gently grasped at his cock. buck inhaled sharply, his hand moving to grab bucky’s wrist in a moment of panic. bucky halted, looking up at buck tentatively.

oh, god.

“don't think,” bucky muttered, giving buck a soft squeeze. “jus’ lemme help, yeah? lemme get rid of that tension.”

buck let go slowly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. bucky’s hand gave him a curious squeeze, making buck grunt and rock his hips up into his grasp. slowly, hesitantly, bucky started to move his hand up and down his throbbing shaft.

“oh, god,” buck swore, his face flushed dark red as he felt his stomach clenching with each milking tug of bucky’s hand. he felt himself, dripping with precum all over his friends hand like a girl. he hardly began touching him, and he was already….

“close,” buck warned, his voice breathy and embarrassed as he started to pant softly. “oh, jesus–”

“no,” bucky grunted, pulling his hand away abruptly, much to buck’s dismay. before the blonde could even complain, bucky was straddling him and staring holes into his pretty blue eyes. “wanna see you.”

buck swore his face was radiating light at this point, and bucky’s gaze wasn't helping one bit. it was so hot and intensely desirous that buck thought he was going to get eaten alive.

bucky grasped the blonde’s cock again, giving it small, rhythmic squeezes as he stared into buck’s eyes, taking in how they were welling up with tears– and how his flushed face was beading with sweat. it was so different, so absolutely wildy hot that buck, ever stoic, was falling apart below him.

buck had never had someone look at him so hotly before– not even that girl back then. it was making him nervous, but also hot and needy. the thought that his friend wanted him carnally set a fire in his stomach and his heart.

he began pumping him slowly, twisting his wrist and squeezing, all with an expertise that shocked him a little. he could still hear the buzzing of the ac and the quiet conversations of the other troops as his mouth fell open, head falling into the plush pillows behind him.

bucky’s breathing was growing heavier. he could feel the other man’s heat as he used his thumb to swipe at his leaking slit, his breath catching as buck gasped beneath him. the blonde swore he felt a certain hardness poking at his thigh, but he didn't care at all right now. he needed to cum. he needed bucky to make him cum.

“say my name.” bucky demanded, his face flushed as he began jerking buck’s cock faster. “need to hear ya say my name when you cum.”

“bucky–”

“nah. louder.” he demanded, his own breath speeding up and becoming ragged as he stroked buck faster. “scream it. yell it. make sure all our boys know.”

“fuck–” buck whimpered, his cool, stoic demeanor completely gone as he bucked his hips up into his friends fist, moaning like a cheap whore. “b-bucky!”

“that’s it. fuck– no one can make you feel like this–” he panted, speeding up his ministrations. “can they, buck? i’m the only one. don’t– ngh- ever let me catch ya with anyone else. i’ll kill ‘em.”

“bucky,” buck whimpered, his stomach clenching one final time as his orgasm washed over him, a fire like he hadn't experienced in forever. his cock shot thickly over the front of bucky’s shirt, making the other man groan and bite his lip as his friend came apart. the way bucky was straddling him, stroking him through his orgasm, the faint sounds of his friends voices through the thin wall– oh, fuck.

he dissolved into pathetic little tremors and whines as he came down, his cock bubbling weakly at the tip. bucky was panting hard, his face red and eyes hungry as he gazed at the blonde. suddenly, buck was sure that there was a hardness prodding at him.

silence.

“you–” buck panted, reaching out to grasp bucky’s erection, only to be stopped. “wha–”

“don’t worry about me.” he mumbled. “fuck, everyone’s gonna be here soon. jus’--” he stuttered, clambering off of buck awkwardly, tucking him back into his sweats. “get some sleep, buck.”

buck was too tired to try and chase after him as he scrambled away. his body felt heavy as he closed his eyes, finally succumbing to sleep.

when he awoke, he went straight to the breakfast hall. he felt like last night was some fever dream he had cooked up in his fucked up mind.

he sat at a table near the window, graciously taking the coffee he was given. only a few minutes later, the chair in front of him had been filled by his friend.

it was dead silent. then, bucky finally spoke, his voice calm and steadier than buck expected.

“sleep good last night?”

buck’s face flushed slightly, but he nodded, his eyes not leaving his plate.

“good.” bucky hummed, leaning back in his chair. “got a mission. you right and ready to fly?”

“you know it.”

“that’s my boy.” bucky smiled, and buck hated that he got butterflies in his stomach from it. “i’ll see ya in the air. don’t fall asleep in the seat, y’hear me?”

buck smiled, taking a sip from his bittersweet coffee. “don’t count on it.”

taglist: @mooodyblue @lauvmyself @kaiistheguy @slowsweetlove @lillypink

[alectoperdita]

I woke up possessed by something this morning and banged out the last parts of some joukai smut from a chapter 3 of Duelist's Pride. Given that I haven't written chapter 2 or published anything else in a while, I'm just gonna dump it here.

And yes, this continues on the theme of more joukai CNC.

Under the cut due to explicit sexual content, purposefully porn-worthy dirty talk, dom/sub overtones, humiliation kink, comeplay, ass to mouth, and light dacryphilia (might be other stuff I've forgotten, sorry I haven't even proofread this thing)

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"Your ass' got a nice bounce to it now. Must be 'cuz of the cream I've been pumping into ya."

A hard smack across his butt cheek made him clench fiercely.

"Whaddaya say, Kaiba? Should I keep creaming your ass pussy until you got a nice, round bubble butt?"

Slap. Pummel. Slap. Pummel. Each strike of hand and cock shot his scrambled nerves to hell. Kaiba merely whined, drool flowing over his lips and dripping down the window glass. Not that Jounouchi cared to hear his answer. He was always going to do whatever he wanted. The brute only cared about getting his dick wet inside Kaiba's increasingly spongy hole.

The next spank flipped a switch in Kaiba's head, blanking his thoughts. A switch that made his orgasm go on for seemingly forever as his ass suckled on Jounouchi's cock. His hanging erection jerked and jumped between his splayed legs, shooting semen like a pissing animal.

His stomach gave a funny lurch as heat bloomed inside him. For a maddening moment, he wondered if it was another orgasm right on the tail of his last.

"Fuck yeah, a whore like you can't resist cream pies," grunted Jounouchi in his ear. He was panting like a dog yet Kaiba couldn't muster the brain cells to mock him. "Take it. Feel it? I'm painting your insides white. You're never getting rid of me."

Jounouchi's load made him keen anew. Kaiba trembled. The heat scoured him. It seeped into his furthest nooks and crannies. No matter how deep he tried to reach and scrap it clean, a part of him would always be branded by Jounouchi's claim.

He hadn't realized he was pushing back onto Jounouchi's pulsing cock until a sudden hand on his jaw tilted his chin back. Their eyes, both dark and wild, locked. They mirrored each other's lust and desperation.

Jounouchi's nostrils flared, and he flattened Kaiba against the window again. His wet cock and hard nipples smeared against the glass. The painful drag on his sensitive parts tore another filthy moan from Kaiba.

Jounouchi humped him still. "You're mine, Kaiba." His voice was soft in contrast to the obscene sounds of Kaiba's used ass squelching. "And everyone can see it now too."

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the saliva and semen already staining the glass. Jounouchi had beaten him. Bested his will and broken him with the hammer strikes of his hard cock. Kaiba has lost himself completely to him, and he didn't even care anymore. Not about his pride or his reputation.

"Oh, baby, don't cry," Jounouchi cooed. A thumb wiped away a teardrop but more followed. "It just makes me wanna mess you up some more. Give you something to really cry about."

Against his will, his breath hitched at the hint of menace. His sobs intensified even as they got caught in his throat. His entire body was a livewire, and he couldn't stop shaking.

He couldn't take much more of this. Yet he might have to.

Maybe he deserved it. To have Jounouchi ruin him forever.

When Jounouchi withdrew from him, it felt like his ass was unplugged. There was the fain rustle of clothing as Jounouchi moved to the desk. Cool air rushed in to filled the space vacated by Jounouchi's cock. Gravity raked its fingers along his walls, dragging the cooling come to his entrance and turning it into an open bubbling fountain of depravity.

Kaiba didn't dare move. He barely breathed for fear of everything leaking out of him faster. Messier. The pool of wetness he was kneeling in continued to expand regardless.

A warm current of air heralded Jounouchi's return, settled right behind Kaiba again. Kaiba pre-emptively tensed even before thick fingers dipped into his gaping hole.

"God, you should see how pretty your ass is right now."

Three fingers curled and burrowed into him without mercy. He nearly hyperventilated when short, trimmed nails scraped across his tender walls. The stinging swiftly dulled as Jounouchi transitioned to massaging him. Pleasure sharpened in Kaiba's gut, much to his shame. The lazy thrusts of warm fingers and the slick sounds of himself being opened up again... Kaiba didn't know what to think. What to do.

Out of habit, he craned his head toward Jounouchi, seeking a familiar point of focus. But Jounouchi's attention wasn't on him. Both the camcorder and his gaze were aimed at Kaiba's ass. As if he was nothing more than his hole.

His breath hiccuped out of him. New tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.

Finally, Jounouchi's dark gaze flicked up to his face. His fingers peeled out of Kaiba next, and the recording followed their journey up to Kaiba's mouth. The wet finger pads slid across his lower lip, painting a balm. Kaiba swallowed, knowing very well what came next.

Jounouchi could force his mouth open. He could grab Kaiba's jaw and squeezed, threatening to break or dislocate it until Kaiba capitulated. Or he could hook a finger into the seam between his lips and pry his mouth open.

But he went a far more devastating route.

"Open," he commanded. His eyes twinkled wickedly behind the camcorder lens.

Another switch flipped in Kaiba's broken brain. His jaw yawned as wide as he could, showing off his teeth and tongue and tonsils to the recording.

"Fuck, Seto," Jounouchi swore. A crack in his character forming for the first time. It made him act even rougher as he crammed his fingers into Kaiba's waiting mouth.

Kaiba didn't need another command. He closed his mouth and eyes and sucked, drowning in the unspeakable shame of pleasure in such a humiliating act. He ran his tongue over the length of each finger, not caring if it made him drool. He could taste it. He could taste them, their combined essences—salty and bitter.

A moan rumbled deep in the recesses of his chest. Jounouchi pushed deeper. Kaiba welcomed the gagging sensation.

"You like that?" muttered Jounouchi.

Kaiba's eyelids fluttered open, and the sight of a red-faced Jounouchi greeted him. The camcorder was still running. The little red recording light blinked, but the shine in Jounouchi's eyes had softened, taking on more awe.

"If you want, I can keep you nice and full every damn day for the rest of you life."

In lieu of a verbal response, because Kaiba's verbal facilities were very much offline, he drew his mouth back until his lips kissed Jounouchi's fingertips. A rush swept over him when Jounouchi sucked in a sharp exhale, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed in rapid succession. Contentment tugged at the corner of Kaiba's lips, and he lavished the tips with several kittenish licks before slurping the fingers back into his mouth. He toyed with the shaking fingers, nipping lightly and sucking, as Jounouchi played with his mouth.

He had no idea how long this went on. But eventually, Jounouchi pulled his pruney fingers out of Kaiba's aching mouth. Kaiba shivered and panted as their wet tips trailed over his tacky cheek, before petting his hair gently. Lost, he gazed up at Jounouchi and the camera.

Jounouchi stroked his head again, smiling. "You did good, Seto." He set aside the camcorder and extended both arms.

A shudder ran through him. Clumsily, he peeled himself away from the window and collapsed in his lover's waiting embrace. "Katsuya," he croaked and clung to the man's shirt.

"I'm here. It's okay. I love you, Seto."

Jounouchi and Kaiba faded away, and only Katsuya and Seto remained in their places.

[romesblogz]

➡︎ 「 ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 」

Kimura Kenji x bottom male reader

Suggestive, making out

College au, friends to lovers, male reader is mentioned being with a girl (ex), male reader is going through a tough breakup

A/n: This can definitely turn into a series btw

Pt. 2

It's been two months since you and your girlfriend has broken up. And it's one of the hardest break ups you've been through yet. You really liked her, maybe, possibly even loved her.

And you're definitely not in the mood to travel right now. You want to be alone but nope, you and your classmates are on a trip. To France. The whole day, you, along with your classmates were walking around, trying out the food and the drinks and exploring.

And the whole day you basically clung onto your friend, Kenji. You two aren't that close but he's going through a break up too. Him and his boyfriend broke up a day after you and your girlfriend broke up.

Kenji is a very straightforward guy. Sometimes him being straightforward can make him seem harsh. He's quiet and observant.

When the sun began to set, everyone headed back to the hotels you all are going to stay in for a few days. You're sharing a room with Kenji and another friend of yours who is a foreigner named Sam.

You and Kenji arrive at your shared hotel room. You both enter, plopping immediately on the soft mattress, “God, I'm so tired.” Kenji mumbled. “Me too.” You reply. Your phone starts to ring so with a sigh you pick up. “Yoo, Y/n, I'm gonna be out for a while so don't wait for me.” Sam says into the phone. “Okay, stay safe Sam and enjoy.” You then hang up after hearing Sam hum in reply.

“He's drinking isn't he?” Kenji asks. You scoff, “Most likely yes.” Kenji clicks his tongue. “Y/n,” Kenji calls out your name. “Hmm?” You hum in response as you put your phone on charge and look at Kenji afterwards. “How have you been doing?”

You sigh, “A bit better but I can't stop thinking about her. I hate thinking about her. She doesn't even care about me anymore I mean she won't talk to me at all, I mean it's valid, like, I know we broke up but I need that closure talk ya know?” Kenji listens as you ramble on about your ex and he occasionally nods his head or hum or say “yea.” To let you know he's listening.

“But how are you though Kenji?” Kenji smiled slightly, “I'm fine.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you really though?” Kenji rolls his eyes playfully at you.

You two continue to talk. The two of you talked about anything and everything for hours, even started talking shit about others that annoy them.

However, talking to Kenji like this for hours makes you realize how attractive he actually is. You can stare at him forever at this point. You can't stop admiring him and you can't stop staring at his lips. Those very very kissable lips.

And Kenji notices the way your eyes switches to his lips. Kenji stops talking and you immediately avert your eyes to his own. He smirks. “W-what?” You're surprised. “Did I just catch you staring at my lips?” You blush and look away, not even trying to deny it.

Kenji finds your current state cute. He can't hold himself back anymore, so, his hand goes to your jaw and make you look at him and he pulls you closer as he leans in and smashes his lips against yours. You freeze for a few moments but then you respond as you wrap your arms around his neck, gladly digging your hands in his soft dark locks.

You whimper into the kiss as Kenji continues to kiss you oh so sinfully yet skillfully. His hand travels down to your crotch, loving the way he's made you so hard so easily. You whine into the kiss, desperate for his touch.

Kenji starts massaging your clothed hard on slowly. You break the kiss for air, you let out a soft airy moan. He's doing the bare minimum yet it's so pleasurable. You haven't been touched in months, let alone had sex.

You've been sexually frustrated for months.

Kenji grips your hips and places you on his lap. “Ride me.” He says. You're certainly shy and not use to being a bottom. You were a top with your ex and Kenji notices. “You don't have to if you don't want to.” He adds.

You shake your head from side to side, “I want to...I just need a little guidance.” You state softly. His hands that's on your hips start to guide you on him, it starts to create friction where you both need it. You moan, Kenji groans out of pure pleasure.

He attacks your neck as he kisses and sucks on your neck's skin hungrily, your fingers gripping his hair, “P-please Kenji...” Kenji pulls back to look at you, “Please what?” He teases. You whine and grind harder on him, Kenji curses as his grip on your hips tighten and that only makes you moan louder.

“G-guys...I think you locked me out,” Sam's voice scare the both of you as you both jump and stand up. Sam is drunk and he's waiting outside the room. You both sigh in relief but then you groan as you plop back onto the mattress, mumbling, “I was so close.”

Kenji chuckles softly as he shakes his head from side to side and go open up for Sam. When Kenji opens up for Sam he immediately rushed to the bathroom, closing the door. You both hear him lock the door. Kenji sits next to you, you still lying on your stomach.

Kenji grins. He get's an idea. Kenji lies down on top of you, you gasp softly as you feel his dick against your ass. “K-kenji...” You whisper. You feel his hot breath fan your neck. “Sam is clearly totally wasted.” He whispers lowly against your ear, “Wanna continue this when he's passed out, baby?”

[normal-internet-user]

Tis I, 💜

I think my request got eaten maybe? But I just wanted to request the 2012 turtles with an adoptive human!older sister reader, who is very good at being a sister to each of the brothers unique needs. Example :

Skateboarding /being silly with Mikey (but not so much the others, baby brother privilege lmao)

Sparring /rough housing with Raph

Serious training / meditation with Leo

And actually helping Donnie or listening to him when he goes on his rants? Instead of making fun of him she gives him encouragement ?

And of coarse a cute lil bit with splinter wouldn’t upset me :) but whatever you can do with this! I don’t wanna ask too much. Hope you are doing well, love ya 💜

OMG hi Purple! Haven't heard from you in forever friend! Love the prompt, this is gonna be great!

2012 BOYS WITH A BIG SIS READER

When Splinter took you in, he was still a new father, the boys were still just tots and you were only around 4.

He'd found you lost and alone in the sewers, how you had even gotten there, he had no clue, but after discovering a note in your coat pocket asking for someone to care for you, he decided he would.

He raised alongside the boys, and there was never an issue.

You got along well with each of them and all four looked up to you as much as they did to him.

Splinter trained you in ninja arts, and you were patroling by fifteen.

By around that time, the boys had started their training, and Splinter often had you help him teach the boys.

You were Ane-chan to the boys, (Older sister, if it's wrong feel free to tell me.), And you always made sure to spend time with all of them growing up.

You'd make sure Donnie slept, and sit with him while he worked, and he appreciated how much you cared.

You'd let Raph vent to you, and you would rough house around alot, obviously he's a bit stronger than you naturally, so even if you won, it was usually sporting a few new bruises. He would always feel bad about it, but don't worry Red, Ane-chan can handle a few bruises.

You meditated often with Leo, and always listened when he info dumped about Space Heros. He always went to you if he struggled in training since he knew you'd do your best to actually help him.

You reserved all that pent up silly for Mikey, prank wars, staying up late with video games and moutain dew.

Honestly, I thinked you would have a moment like Po, where you find out you're adopted, and your just like,

"WHAT?"

Then you're talking to April and Casey about it like, "So, I just found my dad isn't really my dad."

Casey: "Your dad... the rat?"

*Nod*

Casey: "Are you-"

April: "That must have been quite difficult."

Moving back abit, when the Foot and Kraang start borderline harrassing the boys,

You're just about go kick Shredder's ass yourself,

Ain't nobody gonna mess with your Kyoudai. (Little brothers).

Obviously Splinter tells you to cool it,

But after that you go with the boys everywhere you can.

You never take away Leo's role as the leader but rather offer yourself up as the voice of reason and peace among the team.

You do your best to make sure arguments are settled in a healthy way,

While also trying to keep those idiots from getting themselves killed.

The first time you faced Shredder he was like, "Wtf how the hell did Yoshi aquire you? And why?"

You almost succeded in kicking his ass,

Emphasis on almost,

You got your fucking leg fractured.

You had to stay in a hospital up top for a while.

Ahem-

Obviously it would have been hard for Splinter to send you to school,

So growing up he just homeschooled you to the best of his ability, and you actually homeschooled the boys.

So when April and Casey show up, April let's you know it's possible to get a highschool diploma online.

You're all like, "Hell yeah, let's do this."

But then, ya know,

Highschool.

Splinter taught you how to cook, and you were the designated chef of the household, (Even if it was just algea)

Eventually, you taugh Mikey, so now you guys share the kitchen.

Now about that wholesome moment with Splinter,

I have a little drabble thought.

So, imagine you're around 13, and your job is to watch the boys and make sure they don't hurt themselves or anything.

For some more context the boys are around 9.

So, anyway,

Splinter is out, and you're babysitting.

The boys are wrestling, which isn't too unusual, they do that alot ya know?

But, someone's foot lands were it shouldn't, and now Donnie's wrist is swelling and all four of them are crying.

You panic, you pick up Donnie and bring him to the kitchen and put some ice in his wrist.

After that, you move back to the living room, and do your best to calm evryone down.

Now, Splinter knew he could hear anything happening for quite a distance, so when he hears crying and your panicked voice, he instantly made his way home.

He ran in, expecting the worst, and was relieved to find no one was mortaly injured.

After you told him what happened, he calmed you and the boys, and after checking Donnie's wrist, he put the boys to bed.

The entire time, you sat on the couch, waiting for Splinter to come and scold you. You felt guilty and ashamed.

After all, Donnie got hurt on your watch.

It was your fault.

Splinter sat next to you, and you curled into yourself with tears running down your face, "Is Donnie gonna be ok?" you sniffled.

Splinter put a gentle hand on your shoulder, "He'll be fine, my dear."

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, "I'm sorry, Father. I- I messed up, and then Donnie got hurt and I didn't know what do to-"

"Hey, hey. It was not your fault. Accidents happen. What is important is to learn how to prevent the same accident from happening again."

"B-but-"

"Ah, ah. No buts. It was not your fault. Now go tell your brothers goodnight. And then we can read stories." You nodded, smiling softly as Splinter pulled you in for a hug.

You wiped your eyes and entered the boys' shared room.

Mikey shot up from his bed, "(Name)!"

You shushed him, tucking him back in, and giving him a kiss on the forhead, "Quiet down, Angelo. It's bedtime."

He huffed, and you moved around the room, making sure each of your brother was tuckes in nice and warm.

As you moved to leave, there was a soft chorus of, "Goodnight, Ane-Chan."

You turned and smiled, "Goodnight little brothers."

....................................

Whoops, got a little carried away with this one lol!

[ataliagold]

the edges of your soul i haven't seen yet

This came from wanting to expand on the ideas in 'you're the only one who knows, you slow it down', but consider this a new fic with very similar ideas. I'm not sure how long it'll be yet, but here's the first chapter. Title from Forever by Noah Kahan.

Also on AO3 here.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: T (currently)

Tags: modern au, no upside down, autistic steve, steve has a service cat, eddie and steve fall in love while working at a farmers' market, stimming, autistic meltdowns/shutdowns/stimming, platonic soulmates steve and robin, eddie is a sweetheart

Summary: Eddie's reluctantly helping Wayne with his produce stall at the farmers' market. He's resigned himself to a boring summer - until a new face shows up at the market to run a baking stall with his best friend. Steve is...odd, like no one Eddie's ever met.

And it doesn't take him long to fall head over heels for him.

___

Chapter One

Eddie isn’t particularly enjoying his morning.

Not yet, anyway.

He grunts as Wayne loads another box into his arms, adjusting his footing under the weight of the produce, of apples and pears, oranges and grapefruit, of avocados and sweet potatoes and carrots and lettuces…

“Right, that’s the last of it,” Wayne announces, dusting his hands off and locking his pick-up behind him.

“Thank fuck,” Eddie grumbles. He makes his way towards their stall, cursing as he trips a little and loses an apple or two. There’s sweat dripping down his spine already, this summer proving to be particularly hot and humid even at eight fucking thirty a.m.

But Eddie had promised Wayne he’d help him out at the farmers’ market this weekend, since he had nothing better on, since his friends had actually gotten in to colleges and were busy getting ready to move away, since Eddie had been sort of…left behind, with nothing to do but trail after his uncle like a bad smell.

He does as he’s told. Sets the boxes down where Wayne points, helps him set the produce out, puts the little cardboard signs with the prices scribbled on them at the front of the table.

Once that’s finished, Eddie sinks into a plastic camp chair with a sigh, reaching for an apple and loudly crunching into it, ignoring the half-hearted glare Wayne shoots back at him.

There’s only a couple of people here this early – mostly other stall-holders setting up, the occasional dog-walker taking a non-committal glance at the wares, an old lady or two with purses clutched close to their middles.

It’s gonna be a boring morning.

Eddie chucks his headphones on, cranks the music as loud as he’ll get away with, and settles in for several hours of withering in the heat and making sure no one pockets an extra pear.

Eventually, his gaze wanders.

Wayne’s talking to a customer, something about the growing season for oranges or some shit, when Eddie claps eyes on the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

He sits up. Swallows, stares because he can’t help it.

There’s a literal god unfolding a table not far away, placing a thin yellow blanket on the top, smoothing it out just so. He’s about Eddie’s age, all olive skin dotted with moles and broad shoulders and golden hair that’s fallen effortlessly into place. Glasses frame his face, his perfect fucking face with those pink lips and square jaw, and even from here Eddie can see the look of concentration on the boy’s face, his brows slightly drawn together as he tucks the blanket in at the corners, as he readjusts several times to make sure it’s completely straight on the table.

A light smack to his knee jolts Eddie out of his daze, forces him to drag his gaze reluctantly back to Wayne. Wayne, who’s frowning at him, shaking his head.

“Turn your damn music down, Eds,” Wayne huffs, “need ya to dig me out some change.”

Eddie doesn’t argue. Lets Wayne believe he was distracted by his music, not by the boy several stalls over.

He rifles through their tin of change, picking out a few quarters, and then sneaks a look back again.

The boy’s bent over the table, light-wash jeans pulled tight across his ass, and Eddie’s pretty sure he’s openly gaping at the guy right now but he can’t fucking help it. It’s a baking stall, by the look of the cupcakes and cookies the boy’s currently placing out on the table, tongue poking ever so slightly out of his mouth as he works. The boy pauses for a moment in front of the table, as if assessing his wares for anything out of place.

“Eddie!” Wayne says again, exasperated. “You got that change, or what?”

Eddie snaps his mouth shut. Turns back to Wayne, hands him the change which his uncle takes with a shake of his head. Once the customer has left with a paper bag of carrots in hand, Eddie makes a decision.

“You want a cookie?” he asks Wayne.

“Huh?”

“A cookie,” Eddie repeats, slowly.

Wayne looks down at his watch. “It’s barely gone nine a.m.”

“So? I’m getting one. You want one, or not?”

After Wayne declines, Eddie heads off with a shrug, making straight for the tall boy still frowning down at his baking, thumb drawing anxious patterns on his index finger.

As he approaches, Eddie’s words die in his throat.

He’d planned on flirting. Was ready to try and charm the pants right off this boy, as quickly as he decently could.

But the closer he got, the more the butterflies began in his stomach.

Because somehow, he only got more attractive with every step Eddie took.

And yeah, he wasn’t usually one for ironed polos and blue jeans and bright white Nikes that looked meticulously clean, but Eddie’s cheeks were reddening and his heart was pounding when he reached the stall.

The boy didn’t turn around at his approach.

Not until Eddie clears his throat a little awkwardly, hand brushing over the back of his neck. Sheepish. Shy. Two things he’s never been in his whole fucking life.

“Uh…hi,” Eddie starts.

The boy’s eyes widen behind his glasses. His hands grasp each other, almost frantically, and his gaze darts from Eddie, to the table, to somewhere off behind him. He opens his mouth briefly, but closes it again without speaking.

Huh, Eddie thinks.

Well, maybe the guy’s even shyer than he is right now.

Eddie tries again. “I saw you setting up, looks good. The…the baking, I mean, not…not you setting up. Well, that too, honestly, but I thought…” Eddie trails off, internally kicking himself.

You fucking idiot, Munson.

The boy blinks at him.

When he still doesn’t speak, Eddie shifts from foot to foot a little, then finally steps over to the table.

“Well, I’m just gonna have a look, if that’s ok?”

The boy nods. Quick, his head jerking a little, the movement stiff and awkward.

Eddie feels his eyes boring into his back as he scans the table. There’s cupcakes with piped-on frosting in several different patterns but all of them yellow, matching the boy’s soft polo that was clinging unfairly to his chest. There’s slices of brownies, cookies of varying flavours, apple pie and cinnamon donuts and red velvet cake and shortbread…

“Did you make all of these?” Eddie asks, a little in awe.

Polo-boy nods, not meeting Eddie’s eye. He’s wringing his hands, clenching his jaw, repeatedly glancing over Eddie’s shoulder as if he’s looking for someone.

“Shit, that’s…there’s so much different stuff here, how long did it take you?” And Eddie’s genuinely curious, he’s not just talking for the sake of it, for the purpose of squeezing at least a word or two out of this guy. Because everything on that table was meticulous – the cookies perfectly round, the pie sliced into completely even pieces, not even a stray dribble of batter or frosting on the cupcake liners (also yellow, Eddie noted) – there’s so much effort gone into this, and Eddie’s impressed.

The boy wants to speak, it looks like.

Eddie waits while he opens and closes his mouth a few times, flapping a hand in front of him.

“Hey Stevie, everything ok?”

A girl wanders over with several cake boxes in her arms, glancing between Stevie and Eddie. She’s got short hair, a dusting of freckles across her face, and a yellow top on to match the boy in front of Eddie, who relaxes a tiny bit as soon as he sees her.

He nods, but doesn’t stop clenching his hands together over his stomach.

The girl puts the boxes down, and steps over to the boy.

“Hey, it’s ok,” she murmurs softly, “we talked about this, remember? You’re fine, just…take a breath, ok?”

Eddie turns away from them. Senses this isn’t a conversation meant for him, and brings his attention back to the table, pretending he’s just…really interested in cupcakes all of a sudden. But he’s only a couple of feet away, and the girl doesn’t seem to care that he can overhear.

“Has he asked to buy something?”

“No.”

It’s the first time Eddie’s heard the boy speak. His voice is quiet, not much above a whisper, but Eddie wants to hear more of it.

“He wanted to know how long it took me,” the boy continues, “to make everything.”

“Ok…so did you answer?”

“No. Wanted to.”

“Your words get stuck?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Well, that’s ok. Here, I’ll help you.”

“Robin -”

“You gotta try, Stevie. You can do it, come on.”

Eddie turns back to them as Robin tows the guy – Stevie? – over by his sleeve.

“Hi.” She grins at Eddie, and the boy stands slightly behind her, looking down at his feet. “This is Steve, I’m Robin. It’s our first time at a market and Steve’s kinda nervous. Can we help you with anything?”

Eddie’s eyes flick back to Steve, to his red cheeks and long eyelashes. His heart thuds in his chest.

He smiles at them. “I’m Eddie, my uncles got a stall just over there.” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. “We sell fruit and shit. This is really your first day? Your set up is…really nice.”

“Thanks.” Robin beams even wider. “It was all Steve really, he did all the baking too, I’m just here to help out.”

Eddie nods slowly. Steve’s still avoiding his eye, no matter how much Eddie tries to catch it.

Swallowing his disappointment, he points to one of the chocolate chip cookies on the table.

“Can I get one of those, please?”

Robin nods briskly. “Steve, can you sort that?” She nudges him slightly in the side, and Steve springs into action, seemingly happy to give his hands something to do as he grabs a paper bag and looks around the table for something.

He freezes suddenly.

Robin’s back at his side immediately.

“Everything ok?” she asks quietly.

He shakes his head, flaps a hand at the table, face drawn tight in a frown.

“Where’s the…” he mumbles, trailing off.

“The what?” Robin prompts.

Steve bites his bottom lip, hands finding his thighs and tugging at his jeans, frustrated. Seemingly unable to find the word, he brings a hand up to chest height and makes a little snapping motion with his fingers.

“…tongs?” Robin guesses, and Steve nods briskly. “Maybe we left them in the car? I’ll go have a look.”

“It’s fine, you can just use your fingers,” Eddie offers, because he truly couldn’t care less.

Steve shakes his head vehemently, face tightening even further.

“Or…I could grab it?” Eddie tries, but Steve shakes his head again, looking so distressed that Eddie shuts up.

There’s a meow from somewhere behind the table.

A black and white cat emerges from under it, a red collar around its neck, and approaches Steve confidently, pressing up against his legs.

Steve ignores the cat, at first.

He’s digging a thumbnail into the meat of his palm, shuffling from foot to foot every so often, dragging a lip so hard between his teeth that Eddie’s worried he’s gonna make it bleed, and Eddie isn’t sure what to do. He wants to help, wants to somehow soothe the boy, but he isn’t sure how, thinks if he gets any closer to him he’ll only make things worse.

The cats meows again. Presses itself harder up against Steve, stretches up so its little front paws are against his thigh, kneading insistently, refusing to be ignored.

Steve sags a little. Reaches down with a trembling hand, strokes it across the cat’s head, and Eddie can hear the rumbling purr start up from the little creature. He watches as Steve loosens up, as his fingers unclench and his teeth release his lip and the frown fades slowly from his lovely face.

Robin returns, snapping the tongs triumphantly, and hands them to Steve.

He takes them happily and returns to his task, placing Eddie’s chosen cookie into the bag with more care than Eddie’s ever seen from someone serving him food before.

Eddie takes the offered bag, the divine scent wafting out and making his mouth water. Wayne was going to regret not asking for one, he knows.

Steve looks up, catches his eye for the tiniest moment, then his gaze ducks away.

“Thanks, Steve,” Eddie says softly. “This smells great, seriously. And if you guys need anything,” he looks over to Robin to include her, too, “come see me at the fruit stall, I’m just over there.” He points in the direction of Wayne, who’s no doubt getting grumpier by the minute at Eddie’s absence.

Please come, Eddie begs silently, eyeing Steve one last time before he turns away.

“Three days,” Steve blurts out as Eddie starts to walk away.

Eddie pauses, turns back to him.

Steve’s eyes are fixed on his shoes again, and he rocks back and forth on his heels slightly. Robin glances between the two of them, then looks hopefully back at Steve.

Eddie frowns slightly, about to question him, when Steve speaks again.

“It took me three days. To bake everything. Wanted it all to be perfect.”

Eddie smiles, wide and warm.

“It is, Steve.”

___

[evermoresversion]

hi! I just recently came across your fics and I’m loving them! I wanted to ask for something with steven conklin and a fem!reader, i was thinking maybe something that starts with angst like maybe she overhears him talking about how annoying she is and clingy but in the end it was all a misunderstanding and he makes it up for her or something.

Anyway if it’s inspired in any taylor swift song it would be even better! Thank you for all of your fics they’re amazing!

PS| Sorry if you can’t understand something, I’m Spanish and English isn’t my first language😞

MISUNDERSTOOD, STEVEN CONKLIN.

A/N Oh, don't worry, babe, English is not mine either. Thanks for the request. <3

PAIRING Steven Conklin x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS A little bit of angst but fluff at the end.

SUMMARY You overheard a conversation Jeremiah and Steven were having, but him asking about you earlier and made another comment lead to a misunderstanding.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | STEVEN'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

The music was pretty loud at the party Taylor and Belly had forced you to go to.

All of your small group of friends was there, so all the more reason they said 'you should go'.

But you didn't want to, you didn't like it at all.

But you decided to give them the luxury of your presence. That same afternoon Taylor helped you and Belly to choose what both would wear, the blonde said that y'all had to be the trio of hot friends.

She used the word 'hot' quite often, and sometimes you made fun of it.

"Oh shut up, you look super hot."

Anyway, you loved her just the same.

Already at the party, it had been at least an hour and your glass was empty, so you went to the drinks bar to pour some beer into it.

"So you and y/n are something?" Jeremiah asked Steven, upon hearing your name you decided to stay and listen a little longer.

"Oh yeah, we've been together for a couple of weeks."

"And what is she like? That is, in the relationship."

"I understand you." He laughed taking a swig of his beer and then looked at Jeremiah. "Super clingy..."

"Are you going to drink something?" a boy asked you while you were still at the drinks bar.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry."

When you listened to Jeremiah and Steven's conversation again, you were surprised by his words.

"Yes, it's annoying but it's not something I haven't been able to handle until now." and then they laughed.

You frowned listening to him, did he think you were annoying?

You left there as quickly as you could towards the stairs of the porch of the house.

On Steven's side, he started to worry when he didn't see you anywhere.

"Jere, I have to go, I have to take y/n home."

"Yes, of course, see ya, be careful."

"You too."

And then he started looking for you throughout the house until he left it and saw you on the porch.

"Ah, there's my girl." He stood in front of you so that he could see your face. But you didn't even look him in the eyes. "What happened?"

"Do you think I'm annoying?" you asked quietly and looked at him to hear his response.

"What? No, of course not, why do you think that?" He sat next to you and you sighed, running your hand through your hair.

"I overheard your conversation with Jeremiah, not on purpose, but I overheard you."

And then that conversation came back to Steven's mind and he relaxed at the memory.

"No, he asked me if a girl who has been in love with me since... forever, I think, wasn't annoying, even you've seen her try to flirt with me, love."

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, playing with your hands and you remember that boy interrupted you, it could have been in that small period of time where you didn't listen when Jeremiah said that.

"Come here." He murmured opening his arms, you approached him and he immediately hugged you. "I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled as he rubbed your back, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

"Let's take you home." He stood up offering you one of his hands and you took it to get up. He guided you to his car and the entire way to your house he didn't let go of your hand.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

[dollyyun]

𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 | chap 17

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with.

PAIRING: enhypen members x fem oc.

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college & racing, eventual adulthood, non-idol au, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple pov (this fic is written in first pov).

WARNINGS: expletives, heavy suggestive themes, smuts, threesome with heejake.

WORD COUNT: 11k+

FEATURING: stray kids jeongin

TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

🍒 MASTERLIST 🍒

As soon as I enter the establishment of a bar, my eyes search for certain individuals before they finally land on two familiar figures from afar. My heart warms at the sight of two people I care greatly about before I start to make my way to them.

After years of knowing Aera, I have long since noticed how similar she is to Sunoo. For starters, they're both extroverts and total socialites. Whereas Aera and I are the complete opposite, we get along great the longer we stick around, just as Sunoo and I did. Whenever I see her, I am reminded of Sunoo, as they are uncannily similar in some ways, and I'm not talking about appearance-wise.

The sound of my footsteps probably captures their attention as they stop conversing before turning their heads to look at me in sync, and instantaneously, their faces are beaming with the same exact smile.

"You made it!" Aera abruptly stands and squeezes me into a hug. "It's like I haven't seen you in forever!"

I chuckle as I reciprocate the hug before we pull away. "Did you start drinking without me?"

"Yeah." Aera answers sheepishly. "But I can handle more drinks, though."

"You really can't, babe, and I'm not going to bring your ass home if you decide to get drunk." Sunoo's voice draws my attention to him.

Once my gaze settles on him, my heart skips a beat. His stark raven hair, which is usually straightened, has been curled impeccably, allowing his forehead to be half-visible. Baby blue is definitely his colour, donning a down-button blouse with the sleeves rolled up until his elbows. His ears are adorned with the usual metal studs, but I spot a new one, a metal cuff on his helix.

His striking yet mystifying beauty appears to have stolen my breath, and I swear that he is the most handsome yet, at the same time, gorgeous man in this very place. Sensing my stare at him, he turns his face and locks eyes with me.

Mischievousness glimmers in his eye while his lips adorn a knowing yet charming smirk. Seeing this Sunoo reminds me of when we were in Seoul. "Hey, darling." He greets. His eyes rake over my figure, and I notice appreciation in his gaze. "You look absolutely darling tonight."

My heart flutters while I manage a small smile. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself."

"Why, I ought to dress impeccably since you'll be coming tonight." He shoots me a wink, prompting me to bite the inner flesh of my cheek in order to repress myself from smiling too widely.

"I can't believe I'm witnessing my best friends flirting in real time." Aera's remark prompts me to break eye contact with Sunoo. I look at her, who is feigning disgust, but mischief shines through her smirk. "I didn't ask both of you to hang out with me just so you two could flirt, ya know?"

"We're not flirting." I assert, inviting myself to sit across Sunoo, whose eyes are attentive to me, but my gaze remains on Aera instead. "You should've invited Jen as well. I'm sure she would get along with Sunoo well."

"I did, but she was feeling under the weather." Aera tells me as she returns to her seat, sitting in between Sunoo and me.

"Ah, that Jen. You've mentioned her to me before." Sunoo says to Aera as recognition sparks in his eye. "So, what is she like?"

"I guess she's a combo of Aera and I." I answer his question instead, drawing his attention. As I think about Jen, a small smile makes its way to my lips. "She attended the same private school as I did, and I introduced her to Aera shortly after we got close."

"Yup! Now the three of us are a package!" Aera grins, slinging her arm around my shoulder.

"Oh, so finally you've found someone to replace me as soon as you moved abroad?" Sunoo cocks an eyebrow at her, but I can sense that he is merely jesting. "I thought we were the iconic duo, babe."

My eye twitches as soon as the word itself comes out of his mouth for the second time. I don't know why I feel slightly jealous when I already know that Sunoo has always called Aera 'babe'. Even Aera told me many times that Sunoo and her relationship are simply platonic.

I watch as they continue to chat, engaging in banter even. I hate this feeling bubbling within me, like a poison spreading throughout my body. Biting my lower lip harshly, I lean forward to grab a bottle of Bourbon and pour it into my glass. I accidentally put down the bottle a little hard, drawing their attention to me while I resume drinking down the content.

"You've started drinking without me!" Aera exclaims.

I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, ignoring Sunoo's intense gaze on my face. "I was thirsty." I tell her curtly as I pour myself a Bourbon again. "Besides, this is just preparation. You said that you wanted to have shots, right?"

"Oh, right!" Aera stands from her seat before looking back at Sunoo. "We'll continue later. There's still some details you need to know."

I become even more riled up when Sunoo shoots her a wink with a stupid, charming grin on his lips. "Of course, babe."

I down the last of the Bourbon more quickly than I liked before putting down the glass. "I need to head to the ladies." I tell him tersely without looking back at him, and I proceed to walk away.

First things first, I really need to sort and get my shit together, or I'll regret acting like a bitter bitch who is jealous over the man she loves, calling his best friend 'babe'.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It doesn't get better. Even as I take more shots, it doesn't expunge the jealousy that has grown into a poison ivy, especially when I have had to watch Aera and Sunoo being awfully clingy as they chatter away in their own little bubble. Aera did try to include me in their conversation, and I even kept up with them, but they would always get sidetracked and engage in another topic to which only they could relate.

Hearing Aera's giggles and Sunoo's annoyingly charming chuckles irk me once more, prompting me to pour down my ninth shot. I throw my head to the back as I down the liquor. The tequila trickles down my throat, temporarily alleviating the bitterness.

"Woah, it looks like someone is getting really into it." Aera's remark is directed at me while I continue to pour myself another shot with a face devoid of emotion. "Take it easy, Stel."

I scoff out a smirk as I raise the glass midway. "I'm fine, Aera. I have a high alcohol tolerance, remember?"

"Yeah, but─" Aera gasps and snatches the bottle from the table. "You've drunk almost half of it! How and when did you even─"

"If you hadn't been so occupied with Sunoo, then you would've noticed." My tone sounds more bitter than intended. Alas, silence falls on our table, as does the guilt that gnaws at me on the inside.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Aera, kind as always, scoots closer to me and holds my shoulder firmly. "Did I do something wrong that made you annoyed?"

"No." I heave a sigh as I rub my face, feeling my head throb. "It's nothing."

Maybe because all the tequila shots I downed are starting to get to me, but I forgot for a moment that Aera knows me too well.

"It's not nothing." Aera counters firmly. "Talk to me, Stel."

"I just need to go to the ladies." I try my best to gently shrug off her touch on my shoulder before rising from my seat. "Be right back."

I don't bother to look at her or him, weaving my way through the crowd until I finally reach the hallway where the restrooms are situated, with the music sounding faint in the background. I heave a sigh, looking down and holding my throbbing head in my hand while I lean my back against the wall.

What was I even thinking? Aera is my best friend, whom I regard like my sister. She had been with me through my very worst. I shouldn't have harboured such ill-feelings towards her just because I'm being a petty bitch that Sunoo wouldn't even pay full attention to me earlier.

I'm a grown adult with an actual career. I shouldn't be acting like a college girl who is jealous over the fact that her situationship has other girls when they're not even together.

"Stella."

My heart lurches in my chest at the sound of his voice. I lift my head up and meet his sharp gaze. Just like that, I am reminded of how he didn't glance at me almost throughout the times I tried keeping up with them. It was as if he had purposely ignored me, and I don't know why.

My eyes harden. "What are you doing here?" I ask rather brusquely.

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "What do you mean by that? I came to check on you because you were clearly not yourself."

I try my best to quell my bitterness, which feels like acid on my tongue, but I guess the liquor has completely polluted my mind, resulting in me acting against my better judgement. A scoff leaves my lips as I roll my eyes before I can even stop myself.

"I'm surprised that you even bothered to check on me, even if it meant that you'd be leaving your precious babe alone at the table." My snide remark appears to have shifted the mood in the air, as does a peculiar shadow across his face.

"What's with the attitude?" The way he speaks and his mood changes swiftly remind me of Sunghoon.

"I'm not giving you any attitude." I roll my eyes and lean away from the wall. "You should go back to your babe."

Just as I take a step away from him, he latches his hand around my arm firmly, preventing me from moving. "Let go of me, Sunoo!" I struggle in his strong grip as he doesn't relent, backing me up until my back hits the wall.

"Stop being so confusing and difficult, darling."

Triggered by the endearment, I glare into his steely eyes. "Oh, I'm being confusing and difficult? What about you? You acted all so lovingly and were awfully close with Aera! It's like she's your girlfriend!" I raise my voice, and thankfully, we are further from the main bar. "Yet, you're here checking up on me and had the audacity to call me 'darling'?"

"So this is what it's about." Amidst the palpable tension, Sunoo unfurls a soft smirk that has my heart skipping a beat. "My darling girl is jealous."

With his hand still gripping my wrist, I attempt to shove him away, but my movements and reaction seem to be slower than usual—the effect of the tequila shots. "I'm not your darling girl!" I grit my teeth, my eyes glaring into his amused yet dangerous ones. "Just stop being so─"

He catches me off guard by stepping impossibly close to me, knocking the breath out of me while his dark gaze has me locked in place, unable to look away. "Stop being so what, hm?" He tilts his head slightly to one side, and his eyes seem to be sending a message to challenge him if I dare.

Suddenly, I am unable to speak, and my mind feels a tad hazy. "S-Stop being so─" I stutter, stopping midway as no vocabulary comes to mind.

"Cat got your tongue?" Sunoo asks mockingly, and his current disposition reminds me of the Sunoo I first met years ago. "Where is the fire you've shown me earlier, pretty girl?"

"I─" I am totally at a loss for words, becoming overwhelmed by the palpable tension in the air, his cologne, and the close proximity between us.

"Things would've been simpler if you had just admitted that you're jealous." His chuckles sound soft yet lethal.

"I wasn't just feeling jealous." I manage to utter, though weakly. "You didn't even pay attention to me or look at me whenever I included myself in your conversation."

"I'm sorry." Sincerity shines through him, but the light instantly diminishes as something dark shadows his countenance. "But you should've already known that I see Aera as nothing more than a best friend."

I swallow harshly. "But the way you acted with her contradicts your statement─" A gasp flies out of my mouth at the moment he presses his hardened bulge against my thigh.

"Feel this?" His low voice speaks harshly beside my ear while his grip on my wrist tightens. "It's all because of you. I don't get hard like this around Aera the way I do around you."

"Sunoo." I utter his name nervously while my mind goes into a state of frenzy.

"I ignored you because I couldn't stand the way you looked so fucking gorgeous, especially when I wanted to gauge the eyes of those men who were checking you out." He presses a soft kiss on my earlobe, still remaining unmoving.

"Excuses." It appears that my remark seems to piss him off as he pulls away, the intensity in his gaze alone is enough for me to discern that I might be in trouble.

"Let's go." He drags me with him all the way until we reach our table, but to my surprise, there is an unfamiliar man seated beside Aera. They look cosy and comfortable.

"Leaving so soon?" Aera pouts her lips. "I was just about to introduce you two to my boyfriend."

My jaw goes slack at the revelation, but Sunoo remains indifferent as he grabs my sling purse from the table.

"Something came up." Sunoo tells her tersely but gives her a smile before dragging me away for the second time. A part of me is nervous, but another part of me anticipates what is to come.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The remnants of alcohol still persist in my system, but at the same time, I am sober enough to comprehend the current situation and wrap it around my frenzied mind. Having been settled on top of him with my legs straddling his thighs, my lips move around lazily against his while we are situated in the living room of his apartment.

"Mmmhmm, Sunoo." I moan weakly as soon as his hands, which he places on my hips, force my body to move, causing my heat to hit his still-hardened bulge. He does it again and again until I begin to feel a wet patch start to form on my underwear.

"Shit. Just like that, darling." He throws his head to the back, to which I quickly latch my lips just beside his Adam's apple, sucking it gently and kissing it while my grips on his shoulders tighten.

I continue to roll against his clothed crotch, the friction between his crotch and my clit is delirious, eliciting soft moans from me. I don't even care that the essence leaking from my cunt is seeping through the thin material of my underwear, which also affects his pants.

"You're so good to me." He pulls me by the nape roughly, and our lips meet instantly. "Don't fucking stop, darling." He speaks harshly against my lips.

"Sunoo." I whimper, pulling away from his lips, feeling the climax approaching rather quickly than I like.

As if he senses it, his eyes darken while he clenches his jaw. "Hold it."

Tears prickle in my eyes, feeling utterly delirious from the insane pleasure as he continues to move me back and forth relentlessly. "But─"

"I said hold it, pretty girl."

The dominance he asserts elicits another whimper from me, but I comply, despite the fact that my abdominal stomach is trembling from prolonging the climax that is threatening to come down at any second.

"Now."

At his command, the climax comes crashing down on me like violent waves while a moan tears from my throat. Exhausted, I slump against him with my head on his shoulder. His chests heave up and down with ragged breaths leaving his lips.

Butterflies in my tummy swarm around upon feeling his hand on my back, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to soothe me, even more when he plants a kiss at the side of my head. "You did so well, pretty girl." He coos. "I need you to look at me, darling."

I do as he told me, and when my eyes meet his, I feel warmth weave across my cheeks before I lower my gaze. "I'm sorry for doubting you." I utter meekly, my hands on his shoulders lower.

Sunoo cradles the side of my face as he forces me to look at him again. "Now do you believe me when I say that you're the only one who can get me like this?"

"Yes." I answer quickly, but as my gaze falls to his crotch, which is now dampened by my wetness, I blush madly. "Your pants...."

"It's not just from you. I came hard as well." He chuckles, leaning towards me to press his lips on mine. "You're truly exquisite, darling."

We kiss for a hot minute before he pulls away and looks at me with a soft gaze. "I mean it when I say that you're the only woman I want and desire." He caresses my cheek gently. "Honestly, I didn't know what I wanted four years ago, but when you left, I knew that I wanted you to stay by my side, always."

"What about now?"

His lips unfurl a soft smile. "I guess now is also the right time to ask you the long-awaited question." He grabs my hand to place a kiss on my knuckles. "Hwang Stella, will you be my lover?"

Instead of answering his question, I lean in to seal him into a kiss, smiling against his lips. But he chuckles, pulling away from me. "I need a yes or no answer, pretty girl."

I smile and peck his cheek. "It's a yes, my handsome boy."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

JAY: Meet me at Nora's for lunch?

I tear my gaze off the message on the screen and tuck my phone in the pocket of my coat while I quicken my pace. I forgot to reply to his text earlier, resulting in him calling me instead. Truth be told, I'm still a tad exhausted from yesterday, but I can't deny how eager I am to see him again.

Finally arriving, I enter the establishment where there are not too many people dining and search for Jay. The smile on my face falters when my gaze lands on him. He's not alone. I saunter to the table, watching the articulation on his face as he speaks to a certain someone I know too well, even with her back facing me. He appears serious, almost intimidating enough for anyone to avoid looking in his way.

"─you're not good enough for her. Neither of you do." I stop dead in my tracks at the moment those words came from her mouth, her voice is resounding and oddly cold.

I see Jay opening his mouth, but at the moment his eyes accidentally meet mine, he looks a tad alarmed before abruptly rising from his seat. "Stella." He greets me with a tight smile.

Despite how confused and uneasy I feel, I manage to smile. "Hey." I reciprocate before shifting my eyes to the red-haired beauty, who is standing with her eyes on mine. "Jen." I can't seem to read the expression on her face. My eyes dart between them, noticing the palpable tension. "How did you two know each other?"

"We're distant cousins." Jay answers smoothly. "Our mothers are close cousins."

"What he said." Jen nods her head in agreement before giving me a smile that looks half-genuine. "We were just catching up since it's been so long."

"Oh, wow." I chuckle. "I had no idea you two were related. What a small world."

"Indeed." Jen grabs her sling purse and steps forward to embrace me in a hug. "I'll leave you to him. Promise me that you'll text?"

"Of course." I say with a smile, to which she looks rather pleased. I catch the way her eyes turn cold as she stares at Jay for one last time before sauntering away from us.

As I shift my gaze to Jay, I manage to catch a glimpse of frustration on his face, bringing a frown to my lips. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask softly as I step forward to grab his hand.

Jay squeezes my hand in return before a sigh leaves his lips. "I don't know if I should tell you this."

"Tell me." I say firmly.

Jay shakes his head. "It's fine. I don't want to make it into a big matter."

"If we're going to be in a relationship, there should be no lies." I assert, holding his hand tenderly. "Please?"

Jay visibly gulps, and his jaw goes clenching. "Jen told me to stay away from you and made me deliver the message to the others."

"What?" To say I'm shocked and disappointed is an understatement. "I know Jen, and she wouldn't do that." Yet, denial persists.

Jay's steely eyes appear to be scanning me. "Are you sure that Jen's only your best friend and nothing more?"

I stare at him, bewildered. "Of course. Why do you ask?"

"Never mind. I trust you." Jay relaxes the tension on his face, his lips forming a smile that sends a flutter to my heart. "Shall we have our lunch?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

After we had our lunch, Jay decided to bring me to one of the world-class shopping malls with a variety of luxurious brands and premium, fine-dining restaurants, for which he had booked a reservation at a grillhouse earlier when we were in his car.

"Go on." Jay's voice snaps me out of the trance as I have been admiring the interior of the massive mall. My eyes meet his while I stare at him quizzically, to which he chuckles. "Did you think I brought you here just so you could admire the building?"

"No?" I state unsurely.

Jay heaves a soft sigh, stepping forward to grab my hand. "Baby, don't you get it? I brought you here because I want to spend my money on you."

"What?" My mouth goes agape. "I don't think that's necessary, Jay. Besides, how could I possibly be the reason you're spending money on?" I tell him, guilty. Even if I didn't have an abundance of wealth, which I do now, I would refuse for any of them to even spend money on me. I'd rather work hard and earn money from the efforts of my blood, sweat, and tears.

"My money is yours, just as my heart is." Jay offers me a boxy grin, allowing his dimple to make its appearance on his cheek. "Let's go. I can't wait to spoil you, baby."

Time flies fast, and before I know it, Jay is carrying more than one shopping bag in one hand with ease. We've already been to many stores, including Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent, and even Prada, all of which Jay had chosen.

If it hasn't been obvious, I can confirm that his love language is definitely spoiling me with his wealth.

"Anything that catches your eye, babe?" Jay speaks from behind while my eyes are busily admiring the scintillating jewellery displayed in the transparent boxes of glass. I feel his hand on my lower back and his head peeking over my shoulder. "That looks nice."

My eyes move to where he is pointing at a gorgeous necklace that has a sapphire diamond as a pendant. "I like it."

"Yeah? Do you want it, baby?" He asks me softly, with his hand still on my lower back.

"Can I?"

"Of course, you can." Jay pecks my cheek before speaking to the employee, who has been waiting patiently for us.

It isn't long until Jay finally purchases the necklace with his familiar black card while I occupy myself by ambling in the store, seeing and admiring their displayed jewellery. I hear his footsteps approaching me, prompting me to look at him with a hopeful smile. "Are we done for today?"

"Nah," He smirks, chuckling at my fallen expression. He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers before dragging me with him. "We haven't even gone to the store yet."

I have no idea what he meant and just allow him to drag me, until finally, as we approach the store, my eyes go wide as a socket while my jaw goes unhinging. "Park Jongseong, you sly cat!"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

By the time we reach my apartment, I am wholly exhausted, my legs aching from standing and walking for too long, whereas Jay doesn't look the slightest exhausted. Plus, my tummy is full of food as we ate at the delicious grillhouse.

Stretching my limbs out, I heave a sigh and place my hands on my hips, staring down at the items he had bought for me that are arranged on the floor, consisting of a wallet, bag, clothes, the outstanding Tiffany & Co. box, and, alas, the lingeries he had specifically chosen for me.

My cheeks feel warm as I recall how embarrassed I felt when the employees were stunned to see a male bravely entering the establishment itself without being fazed.

"Hey, baby." He enters my room, making me take action quickly as I frantically attempt to hide the lingerie sets. "Isn't it too late to hide them from me? Plus, I've chosen them for you." He tuts, standing next to me.

"Still!" I shoot him a scowl, ignoring the blushes on my cheeks.

"Come on, babe. I want to see you wearing them."

I gasp as I remain unmoving from kneeling on the ground. "I beg your pardon?"

He cocks an eyebrow at me, smirking down at me. "You heard me. Now go on. I'll be waiting here."

I swallow harshly while my heart pounds harder against my chest. "Fine!" I snap at him before grabbing just any of the lingeries and trudge towards the bathroom.

Once I close the door behind me, I refrain from screaming. I don't even know why I feel embarrassed and shy at the thought of him seeing me in this when he has obviously seen me naked. Maybe it's because we've been apart for too long.

I shake my head at the thought and scowl before reluctantly removing every piece of my clothing and putting on the lingerie set, consisting of an intricate, pretty lace bra and transparent lace underwear.

After I put them on, I grab my oversized shirt and wear it over, totally unprepared for what is next to come. With a shaky breath, I push open the door and walk towards him as he sits on the edge of my bed.

His face contorts into confusion. "Why are you wearing your shirt?"

I bite my lower lip. "Because......"

The confusion on his face is shadowed by something that I discern as authoritative. "Take it off, baby."

With my hands gripping the hems of my shirt, I slowly pull it up while my heart is experiencing palpitations. As I finally remove it, I let it fall from my grasp and return my gaze to his face.

His eyes seem to darken with each second as they rake over my body while his nose flares slightly, and I can discern the palpable tension that shifts in the air around us.

"Um, I think red doesn't suit me." I mumble, looking down while I attempt to break the tension, but it remains.

"Red is definitely one of your colours." His voice sounds deeper than usual. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

I refuse to look at him as he slowly walks towards me. "Thank you." I manage to utter before he grips my chin to tilt my head. My eyes meet his, and I know that I'm in for a ride next.

"Get on the bed, baby."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The atmosphere is warm, and the smell of sex taints the air while moans and grunts are elicited from us. My eyes roll to the back for the ninth time while my lips are partially open with heavy pants. The climax is approaching me as he thrusts his cock into my already abused cunt from having been eaten and fingered by him earlier.

With a grunt, he adjusts my leg as it hangs over his shoulder. Even I'm astounded by my flexibility. "My cheerleader." His lips unfurl a smirk, looking down at my face.

His thrusts are slow yet deep, burying himself to the hilt. He leans down to capture my lips, kissing me with such passion that it has me moaning into his mouth while his tongue invades the cavern of my mouth, and our tongues mesh together.

Sex with Jay has always been like this─slow, gentle, as though to savour the moment in burying himself in me, yet his dominance is discernible even though he speaks to me in a soft tone. It's almost as if we're making love instead.

He thrusts into me again, and this time, the friction is delirious to the point where my walls clamp around him, as though they never want to let go.

"Fuck, baby." He rasps, leaning down to kiss my neck sensually while his fingers tweak and pinch my hardened nipple. "You're squeezing me hard."

"S-So good." I stutter, unable to form coherent words as he forcefully pulls back before delivering a hard, deliberate thrust. "Jay!"

"That's right, baby." He grunts against my neck, his hand reaches out to find mine, and when he does, he interlaces our fingers and holds them firmly as he pins them beside my head. His other hand flies down to rub my aching clit that desires attention, prompting me to arch my back while I continue to moan his name. "Who is fucking you this good?"

"Y-You." I feel the familiar knot in my tummy, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, bucking my hips as I desire to feel him deeply. The friction between my clit and his abdominal muscles as I rut against him, as well as the way he is delivering harsh, deep thrusts with his hips snapping on mine, elicit one more scream from me. "Jay!"

"I know, baby. Me too." His jaw clenches while his eyes train on mine, holding my face as he forces eye contact. "Come."

And I do, rolling my eyes at the sensation of him painting my walls white as well as coming down from the delirious high. Harsh, heavy pants leave our lips while he remains unmoving.

As I look at him, he adorns a smile on his handsome countenance while I brush away the strands of his hair from sticking to his face. "Be mine, Stella."

"I'm already yours." I whisper, cupping his face and bringing him down to connect our lips. We kiss lazily, with him still buried inside of me, until I feel his cock twitching, eliciting a moan from my lips.

"Again, baby." He slots his lips over my nipple, sucking it good and teething it while he slowly moves his hips, in and out, in and out, until the arousal within me arises once more.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jennifer hasn't been replying to my text or answering my call since morning. What Jay told me about her had stirred uneasiness within me, and I needed to hear the truth from her. Above all, I wanted to know why she would do that, even though she had been supportive of me whenever I mentioned them and even encouraged me to follow what my heart wanted.

"My love?"

His soft voice gently pulls me away from my troubled thoughts, and as I turn to look at him, the perturbation that clouds my head dissipates when his eyes meet mine briefly before he redirects his focus on the road. Whereas he is steering the wheel smoothly with one hand, the other reaches out for my hand that rests on my thigh and holds it firmly, yet there is a touch of gentleness.

"I've been calling for you the past five minutes, but you were spacing out." Jaeyun says his tone is laced with genuine concern. "Are you still feeling lethargy? Should we cancel our plans for today?"

"I'm fine, Jaeyun." I assure him, giving him a smile that he glances at. "I was just thinking about how I feel happier than I ever was with you guys back in my life."

It isn't exactly a lie. Ever since I decided to put my ego aside and allowed the walls I built to protect my heart to crumble into pieces, I let them back into my heart, and it was the best decision I have ever made. Yes, I still feel apprehensive at the thought of Minhyuk potentially hunting us down and hurting them, but I know that it is just my paranoia that perturbs me greatly.

I'm no longer back in Seoul, and no longer do I need to feel fearful of Minhyuk since he can't possibly find me when New York is massive. Besides, the last time I remembered before leaving Seoul was that Minhyuk was sentenced to life imprisonment. So it is rather pointless for me to relentlessly worry.

"Me too, love." Without tearing his gaze off the road, Jaeyun raises my hand in his grasp before planting a gentle kiss on the back of my hand and keeping it in place while I feel the warmth of his plump lips.

My eyes soften at how endearing his gesture of affection is. "You know, you've never mentioned anything about Char earlier when you were telling me about your parents." I say softly. "I've missed her too."

Jaeyun shifts his eyes to meet mine briefly as he lowers my hand, still keeping it in his possession. "When you left, I wasn't the same and became wrathful, lashing out at anyone." I can discern the guilt in his voice, "including Char. She cried and didn't want to talk to me for weeks, even after I tried to apologise profusely to her. Then, the week before I left for Italy, she let me in back and didn't want me to go, but I knew that I couldn't stay."

As Jaeyun presses down the pedal brake, the vehicle comes to a stop as the traffic light has turned red. He looks at me, allowing me to catch glimpses of pain in his beautiful eyes. "I couldn't stay in Seoul any longer because I was always reminded of the memories of us, including the worst ones."

"I'm sorry." I tell him sincerely, but soon my eyes harden with resolve. "But I promise that this time, I won't leave you."

Jaeyun wears a soft smile on his face. "I don't doubt it."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I never expected Jaeyun to bring me to ice skating for our first destination of the day. Thankfully, I'm wearing an extra layer of clothing, enough to keep me warm from the frigid temperature. Since it is Wednesday noon, there aren't too many people.

With my body hunching over my knee as I sit on the bleachers, I attempt to secure my skates, which I rent. Jaeyun kneels on one knee in front of me and assists me. I watch as he secures my skates with a face full of concentration, as though my safety is more important to him than anything else.

"I don't know how to skate, you know?" I mutter, ignoring the blushes on my cheeks, as he lifts his head up to look at me. "I'll definitely embarrass myself when I fall later."

"I'm here, aren't I?" Jaeyun gives me a smile that has me falling in love with him all over again. He rises from the ground steadily with his skates and extends his hand out to me, which I gladly accept, but as I stand, I wobble slightly before holding his arm for support.

"I'll catch you if you fall." Jaeyun assures me as he caresses my cheek. "Trust me, yeah?"

I don't doubt him. A smile touches my lips. "Okay."

Time passes by like a blur, and I now find myself trying to skate on my own without Jaeyun's help after he taught me the basics. I have no idea where he is after I assured him that I could do this on my own, probably skating leisurely around the massive ice rink, but I am too focused on steadying myself, even though I can already feel how wobbly my legs are.

As I glance at my surroundings briefly, I notice that there are a few couples and a group of friends by the ice rink, having the time of their lives. I redirect my focus on trying to survive, but with one wrong move, I find myself going unsteady, resulting in me falling forward, and I fail to realise that Jaeyun is skating towards me.

"Woah, there!" Jaeyun's voice speaks above me as he holds me steady against him, his hands on my waist. "You alright, love?"

"No." I murmur, refusing to look at him as I bury my head into his chest, embarrassed. "I told you that bringing me to skate was a bad idea."

"And I told you that I would catch you, always." Jaeyun chuckles softly beside my ear before planting a kiss on the side of my head. "Come on. I'll hold your hand this time."

He does, and I don't know how he manages to skate with ease while holding my hand as I still struggle, but eventually, I relax the tension on my muscles and find myself enjoying the activity instead. Jaeyun has been relentlessly teasing me as soon as I insist that I can skate on my own while I shoot him scowls occasionally, but nonetheless, smiles and chuckles elicit from me.

"Jaeyun!" A squeal escapes from my mouth as soon as he stops abruptly in front of me, nearly resulting in me falling backward, but his strong, swift arms latch around my waist, holding me close to him.

I open my mouth with the intention to chastise him, but he silences me with his lips, instantly diminishing the prior annoyance as I melt against him, kissing me so sweetly that it awakens the butterflies in me.

"I love you." He murmurs against my lips while he pulls me impossibly closer to his body. "I love you so, so much."

My heart aches at the palpable rawness in his voice alone. I smile into the kiss before pulling away. "I love y─"

"Can I be your boyfriend again?" He cuts me off, his eyes glimmering with hope as he looks at me.

I can't help but chuckle, my eyes forming the shape of a crescent. "Again?"

"Again." He reiterates, adorning a boyish grin on his plump lips. "Even though I've been your boyfriend before, this time, I want us to last forever. So, will you let me into your heart once more?"

The memories of us in the past flood my mind, and my eyes glisten with nostalgia. Though there were bad moments, ergo, the heartbreaks from him, I'm still thankful. In fact, I'm thankful for everything that has happened in my life.

"Yes." I answer with a chuckle, leaning forward to playfully bump my nose against his. "My heart is yours, Sim Jaeyun."

"And my heart belongs to you, Hwang Stella." With that, he kisses me once more, delicately yet passionately, with emotions pouring into the kiss while the cold breeze by the ice rink gently hits our skin.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jaeyun and I went all out throughout the whole day. All of which requires physical effort, which rendered me entirely weary. When the time struck eight p.m., Jaeyun decided to call it a day and insisted that we spend whatever time we had left at my apartment, lazing around.

Presently, we are in the living room, cuddling with him on the couch. His arms encase me like a safety blanket while my head rests on his chest and one of my legs drapes over his thigh. Our eyes are fixed on the television. I don't even know what the drama is about, but all I know is that I feel utterly content as I bask in the warmth of his embrace.

"I had fun today." I break the silence, looking up to see his face. When his eyes meet mine, I give him a soft smile. "Thank you for planning our date."

He reciprocates, adorning a smile that has me leaning into his face to peck his lips. His hand lowers to rub my thigh, which drapes over his, with affection. "Actually, the date isn't over yet."

"Hm?" I hum with curiosity, and the next thing I know, he grips my chin firmly as he leans in to seal me into a kiss that fills with such longing.

Like butter, I melt against him while my hands find their way around his neck, and he deepens the kiss. Our lips fit perfectly and move in sync, as does the way my heart beats in a familiar cadence. Butterflies are swarming once more in my tummy, and before I know it, he has me straddled on top of him without breaking the kiss.

No words are needed as we continue to kiss as though we've been deprived for too long. Soon after, our kiss transitions into a make-out session, and our tongues mesh together while I pant lightly into his hot mouth. At the moment I move my hip forward, I can feel how hard he is while a low groan elicits from him.

He pulls away from the kiss, panting harshly while a muscle pulses in his jaw. Lust and love swirl in the abyss of his eyes while his hands on my waists tighten. "Stop moving." He commands lowly, but I bite my lower lip as I continue to slowly yet deliberately grind my core against his. "Fuck, Stella."

In an instant, he has me pinned on the couch with his hands spreading my thighs and hooking them around his waist, pressing his body into mine and resulting in his hardened bulge coming into contact with my core.

"Sore, still." I say softly, and his dark gaze softens just a little.

His lips unfurl a smirk as he chuckles softly. "Jay really did a number on you, huh?"

"I think Sunghoon's worse compared to Jay." I tell him as I recall, blushing. "But I'm still sore, and my pussy needs a break."

"But I need you." His voice sounds breathy, and the expression on his face evokes the familiar heat within me. "How about we just do this?" He slowly yet deliberately grinds against me, allowing me to feel his bulge beneath the material of his pants even more deeply.

A gasp leaves my lips while a moan clogs in the back of my throat, my cunt pulsating with each stroke he administers. "Jake." I moan, my hand on his bicep as its muscle flexes beneath my touch.

"Wrong." He grunts, leaning down to seal me in a searing kiss that has me moaning into his hot mouth. "It's Jaeyun for you, baby." He rasps against my parted lips as he allows me to breathe for a moment before devouring me. The sound of our lips smacking against each other, as well as the whimper and moan that occasionally slip from my mouth, resonate in the living room while he relentlessly grinds into me.

"More." I utter in a trance as soon as he pulls away from my lips.

He cocks an eyebrow at me as he halts his movement. "Didn't you just say that you're sore?"

"Please." I rut my hips against his, attempting to feel the delicious friction again.

Jaeyun scoffs with a smirk. "Alright, since you asked for it." Before I know it, he has my shorts and underwear discarded and tossed aside. His arms go underneath and hook around my thighs, forcing them apart and pulling me towards him.

He doesn't waste any time and dives into my already damp cunt with pre-essence leaking from the prior grinding. The moment his tongue starts to lap between my sore yet wet folds, a moan tears from my throat, and he continues to lap my cunt with no intention to stop.

My chest heaves up and down as I throw my head to the back, arching my back with my eyes closed at the pleasure. My body twitches at the moment the tip of his nose comes into contact with my aching clit, rubbing the bundle with his nose, eliciting a breathy moan from my lips.

"Grip my hair, love." He commands sternly in between licking my cunt. I do so, my hands reaching down to grab his hair and tug at it when he pushes his wet muscle deeper into me.

"Jaeyun!" I whimper, my body goes twitching again, and my thighs are trembling, threatening to close, but his strong grip persists. He simply ignores me, nuzzling his nose against my bundle of nerves to the point where the familiar knot forms in my stomach.

He groans as soon as I grip his hair tightly. "Fuck, that's it." His eyes meet mine briefly before he shoots me a smirk. "I'll make it hurt." At once, a series of helpless moans and whimpers leave my lips as he delves and eats me out like he has been pussy deprived. He tentatively licks and suckles my clit, my orgasm is impending.

"Please." I plead pathetically weakly, grinding my hips as I push his head deeper.

"Do it." He rasps, deliciously laps my sore cunt once more before my body convulses as I come down from the high with a breathy moan escaping from me.

Jaeyun pulls away from my drenched cunt, grinning down deviously at me with the tip of his nose and lips glisten with my cum. "You taste divine, love." He whispers huskily, enveloping my lips with his swollen ones, allowing me to taste myself.

Exhaustion dawns on my body as I kiss him back lazily with my arms draping over his shoulders, but at the moment I hear a zip and some rustling, I know that I am too late to close my thighs as he has them spread open. Whimper leaves my lips as soon as I feel the tip of his cock sliding teasingly along my wet slit.

"Just the tip, love. I promise I won't enter." He rasps against my lips, continuing to slide his thick length along my slit, up and down repeatedly, tantalisingly slowly. "I'll make you feel good again." And he doesn't disappoint.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

When the next day came, Heeseung sent me a text in the morning, saying that he wanted to hang out in his and Jaeyun's shared apartment since he didn't feel like going out, especially when he understood how exhausting it was for me with the events that happened these past few days.

He also informed me that Jaeyun was out with the others since he decided to give us some privacy and for us to spend some quality time together, which makes my heart swell at how thoughtful Jaeyun is.

Presently, we're in the kitchen, in the middle of cooking something that is hopefully edible, while I sit on the high stool by the kitchen island, holding my phone, which displays Aera's face on the screen. "I swear, I didn't do it on purpose!" Aera exclaims through the video call. "I'm really sorry, Stel. But I swear, I would never look at Sunoo more than as just a friend!"

"I'm sorry too." I tell her with an apologetic smile. "Speaking of the other day, who was that guy?"

"Oh, right!" Aera looks at her side with a gleeful grin, and I see a manly shoulder beside her. "Babe! Say hi to Stella!"

Aera's mystery man reveals himself to me, and dare I say, he looks quite charming with his sharp eyes, and the grin on his face reminds me of a cartoonish cat graining deviously. "Hey. I'm Aera's boyfriend. Aera told me all about you."

Before I can speak, a thud brings my attention to Heeseung. I look at him as he trudges towards me, and the look on his face tells me that Aera may or may not be in trouble. Automatically, I allow Heeseung to hold my phone and decide to take leisure sips of my drink.

"Yang Jeongin!" Heeseung exclaims in between growls, making me choke on my drink. As my eyes shift to Heeseung, I am taken aback to see how furious he looks, his jaw clenching and his eyes hardening. Yet he looks oddly attractive, getting all riled up.

"Heeseung." Aera's boyfriend, Jeongin, greets him normally, as though Heeseung's wrath isn't obvious. "Before you get mad, your sister is a grown woman."

"You tell him, babe!" Aera cackles.

"But to date my sister out of all people?!" Heeseung scowls.

"Wait, you know him?" I ask despite feeling nervous to intervene, but I can't contain my curiosity any longer.

"Yup. We all do since we're childhood friends!" Aera chirps through the line, answering my question. "Heeseung Oppa, don't be a hypocrite. You don't see me getting mad at you for dating my best friend."

"Since when did you even get together with him?" Heeseung asks, his anger seeming to simmer as he appears calm. Too calm.

"Um..since like a year ago?" Aera says rather timidly.

I gasp, not thinking twice as I snatch my phone from Heeseung's grasp. "And you didn't even think to tell me that you had a boyfriend all along?!" I accidentally let out a shriek, prompting Aera to wince.

"We decided to keep our relationship low-key!"

Heeseung moves closer to him, his chest hitting my back. "Jeongin, the next time I see you, you're in deep shit." Heeseung states calmly, and in return, the couple on my phone screen look at each other with the smiles on their faces dropping before Heeseung ends the call and returns to cooking.

Awkward silence blankets us, for some reason. Still seated, I swirl around and stop, staring at his broad back. "So," I start off, smiling awkwardly as soon as he turns off the stove and looks at me. "Are you seriously mad at your sister for having a boyfriend?"

His gaze seems intimidating enough to make me draw in a sharp breath, reminding me of the Heeseung I used to perceive back at college. "I'm not mad that she has a boyfriend. I'm mad at the fact that my childhood friend is her boyfriend."

I rise from my seat, walking cautiously towards him. "I'm sure he's not that bad." I muster a small smile despite feeling small under his gaze. "Besides, Aera seems happy with him. As long as your sister's happy, then all is well, right?"

The tension in his muscles relaxes as he heaves a sigh, rubbing his face. "You're right. But that still doesn't change the fact that he'll be receiving a punch from me."

"Hey, no violence." I chastise him, trying to sound as playful as I can. I grab his hand and hold it gently. "Let's try to be civil and talk to him normally without any fists flying, okay?"

Heeseung's dark gaze examines my face before he unfurls a smirk on his pink lips. "Oh, sweetheart, you're so adorable." He lulls, holding my hand and raising it to kiss my knuckles. "As always, the kind and sensible one out of us." He says softly yet lethally, which peculiarly excites me.

I bite my lower lip, looking away from him briefly. "So?"

He cocks an eyebrow at me. "So what?"

"Are you still going to punch your childhood friend?"

"Of course." He replies calmly. "I'm not about to let him off the hook so easily."

In return, I roll my eyes at how protective he is of Aera, but my mind drifts off to Hyunjin, wondering how he will take the news of the fact that I'm in more than just one relationship. Let's hope he won't be as furiously protective as Heeseung.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Turns out, our attempt at making lasagna failed miserably, so Heeseung and I ended up going to a nearby convenience store to buy some goodies instead.

Since it's a little cold and windy outside, Heeseung adamantly insisted that I wear one of his hoodies, which feels big on me yet comfortable, since he didn't want to risk any chances of me falling sick even though I can withstand the cold.

Even when we enter the establishment, Heeseung has never once let go of my hand, holding it securely as if he's afraid that he might lose me, making me feel warm with his oddly sweet gesture.

"Thank you. Have a good day." Heeseung thanks the cashier with a smile, carrying the plastic in his other hand, before he gently pulls me with him as we make our exit.

"Hee." I tug the sleeves of his hoodie, drawing his attention as he stops in his tracks. "Can I have my popsicle?"

He frowns. "Now?"

I nod my head in response, my eyes glimmering with hope. "Please?"

"Only if you share with me."

"But I don't like sharing." I mumble.

"Sharing is caring, sweetheart."

"Ugh, fineeee." I sigh exasperatedly, but my face beams with a smile as soon as he tears the package for me and proceeds to give the blue popsicle to me. As soon as I place it in my mouth and swirl the tip with my tongue, I hum happily, the blueberry popsicle tastes flavorful on my tongue.

I haven't realised that we've been standing in the middle of the pavement with me enjoying my popsicle until I feel Heeseung squeezing my hand tight, prompting me to flutter my eyelashes as I look up at him.

For some reason, his eyes are fixated intently on my lips, and they seem to darken with each passing second. I raise my eyebrow at him before releasing the popsicle from my lips with a loud 'pop', and at the same time, he visibly gulps with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Here." I tilt the popsicle towards him. "You wanted me to share with you, right?"

His tongue glides across his bottom lip while his eyes remain on my lips. "I change my mind." He mutters before abruptly tugging me with him, his steps are rather in haste.

I shrug my shoulders before inserting the popsicle back into my mouth. More for me, then.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

As soon as we came back to his apartment, he excused himself quickly to the bathroom without even giving me the chance to say anything. So I decided to wait for him in the living room. All the while, I maintain a straight face, but my lips are threatening to break into a smirk.

I'm not oblivious to the fact that he was turned on just by the sight of me licking and sucking a damn popsicle. I glance down at my phone to check the time, feeling greatly amused that he's taking quite some time to jack off.

As if on cue, I hear his footsteps approaching the living room while I feign watching the television as I sprawl on the couch.

"Making yourself at home, I see." Heeseung chuckles, walking towards me.

"You said so yourself to make myself at home." I narrow my eyes at him in a playful manner as I straighten back, sitting up. I pat an empty space beside me. "Come here."

Intrigued, he raises his eyebrow at me, but comply. As soon as he sits next to me, I go in for a hug, snuggling into his chest and inhaling his scent. He reciprocates the hug, and I feel him burying his nose in my hair while his hand strokes my back gently.

"So are we going to cuddle only?" He asks, though I sense an underlying disappointment in his tone, which brings a mischievous grin to my face before I feign a blank face as I look at him.

"Of course, we are." I state bluntly. "What else did you think we were going to do?"

He bites his bottom lip before looking away from me. "Just as you said, cuddles."

I merely hum, finding great amusement in his restraint, even when it's visibly obvious that he's still hard. I don't know what takes over me, but I decide to tease him, straddling him with my legs on each side of his outer thighs.

Heeseung appears taken aback by my action, but I simply act as normally as I can, my fingers treading through his magenta-purple locks. "I forgot to tell you that you look so good with mullets."

"Really?"

I grin lazily, purposefully pressing my body against him, while I notice his breathing sounds heavier with each passing second. My fingers are tangled in his hair, finding his soft, silky locks nice to touch and play with. "So, so handsome too." My voice comes out as a purr as I speak next to his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

He groans lowly, holding my waist firmly. "Sweetheart."

I ignore him as I trail my kisses down his jawline to his neck, nipping and sucking his skin before moving my lips to his attractive Adam's apple, which I've been wanting to feel and kiss. His Adam's apple bobs up and down harshly at my administration before he releases a rough, husky, "Fuck."

The next thing I know, he has my legs locked around his waist and holding my derrière for support while I don't relent from kissing and nipping all over his neck, loving how easily sensitive he is.

Entering his room, he makes his way to the edge of the bed and settles down, still holding me in his grasp. Just as I place one last kiss on his neck, his hand latches on my nape, firm enough to pull me back, and slams his lips on mine, kissing me so harshly and hard that it hurts so good. I moan hotly into his mouth as our tongues dance around one another while slowly grinding my core against his hardened bulge.

"You're such a fucking tease." He speaks harshly into my parted mouth as soon as we slowly pull away. In response, I grin lazily while his eyes seem to darken. "Get on your knees."

Not too long later, our clothes are discarded and thrown elsewhere, with me sitting politely on my knees in between his legs and his cock in my mouth. I bob my head up and down, eagerly trying to take him as deep as my throat can handle.

His hand is holding a fistful of my hair, tugging it and controlling my movement. "Don't think I didn't know that you were purposely sucking and licking that fucking popsicle to taunt me." He speaks harshly above me while I moan in response. Tears prick my eyes at how long he is. He throws his head to the back at the vibration of my throat when I moan. "Just like that, sweetheart."

My chest warms at his approval and how good I'm making him feel, which drives me into taking him deeply until I choke, but just as I attempt to pull away to take a breather, he tightens his grip on my hair. "Did I say you could stop?"

I shake my head with tears in my eyes, and he loosens his grip just a little. "Good. Keep going, and I expect you to swallow every drop of my cum, got it?"

I moan in response and keep going, wanting to please him. I don't know how long I've been sucking him off with my tongue, occasionally licking the tip, but long enough to feel the aches on my knees and my jaw.

He grunts and moans breathily as he finally comes down from his high, bucking his hips and holding me in place, resulting in me swallowing every drop, like he ordered. He releases his grip on my hair while I release his cock from my mouth. Harsh breaths leave his lips before his eyes meet mine. "Come here, sweetheart."

With his assistance, I straddle him, his cock coming into contact with my cunt that leaks with my essence, as I was heavily turned on just by sucking him. He pulls me by the nape, kissing me with such fervour. My fingers graze against his abdominal muscles, tracing and memorising them until I feel something that prompts me to pull away.

Heeseung's face contorts into confusion amidst the lust swirling in his eyes. "What's wrong?" He asks while my eyes remain on his scar.

"Your scar." I mumble numbly as the horrible memories come flooding back. The thought of Rena angers me. I won't ever forgive her for hurting the people I love.

"Oh." Heeseung glances down at my finger, which is still tracing his scar, before he grabs it. "Hey, it's fine. I'm no longer hurt." His prior dominance that exudes from him diminishes and is replaced by his gentle disposition.

"Stella." He grabs my chin firmly yet gently enough to tilt my head, meeting his softened eyes. "Don't feel guilty. I was the one who wanted to save you, remember?"

His assurance doesn't alleviate my guilt. "If you hadn't gotten Rena out of the way of stabbing me, then you wouldn't bear such scars." I murmur sadly.

"And I would do it again, even if it meant that you'd be saved." He unfurls a soft smile before leaning in to kiss me sweetly. "I love you, Stella." He whispers, slowly pulling away from my lips. "Let me be yours, sweetheart."

My heart swells. I muster a faint smile and run my fingers through his hair. "You're already mine, Hee."

"Fuck." He leans his forehead against mine, holding his length in his hand while supporting my body as he attempts to aim into my still-pulsating cunt. "Say it again, sweetheart."

"You.Are.Mine." I punctuate every word, sinking down into his cock with a moan, leaving my lips and my hands holding his shoulder. Though he isn't as thick as Jake's, my walls are still having a hard time accommodating his length.

"Shit! How are you so tight?" He hisses, holding my hips before forcing me to move back and forth, and eventually, my walls adjust to his length, welcoming him wholly. "Keep riding me." He commands huskily, his hand roughly grabbing the flesh of my boob before leaning down to suck on my nipple deliciously while I do as he told me.

Coherency has been thrown away from my mind the moment I ride him. The pleasure of fucking myself on him and his warm lips enveloping my nipples send me into a state of pure bliss. Soon enough, my thighs are quivering from doing all the work while he watches me bounce on his cock with his eyes darkening with primal lust.

"You like that?" He asks huskily as soon as my moans become louder and higher-pitched. The pleasure starts to feel intense when he decides to rub my clit deliriously, causing my walls to clamp around his cock. "Fuck, you do like riding me."

"Hee, I'm tired." I whimper, feeling my thighs about to give up on me.

"Tired? My sweetheart is tired of fucking herself on me?" His dark, mocking chuckles send shivers down my spine. "I'll give you a break, alright."

The next thing I know, his arms are hugging my figure close before he bucks his hips up, fucking into me with such vigour that my jaw goes slacken with high-pitched moans tearing my throat while my head is thrown to the back.

"That's it." The tip of his nose grazes on my neck, nipping my skin occasionally while he doesn't relent from thrusting into me. "This is what you get for teasing me earlier." He speaks harshly against my sweaty skin.

"Hee!" I nearly squeal at the intensity of my impending orgasm, which is about to crash down any second.

"Go ahead." His eyes darken while a smirk appears on his handsome countenance. "Either way, I'm not stopping."

Just like that, my orgasm crashes down violently while my body convulses, making my body almost slip from him if it weren't for his strong hold on my waist. Falling a tad weak, I lean into him with my chin on his shoulder. I feel him painting my walls white, and he holds me down deeply, dumping his cum into me.

"Fuck, that was so hot."

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest upon hearing a familiar voice that is laced heavily with lust as he speaks huskily from behind. As I slowly lean away from his shoulder, I catch the way Heeseung's eyes flicker behind me, his lips forming a smirk.

"Had fun watching us?" Heeseung asks him mockingly while my eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat. My reaction appears to draw Heeseung's attention as his eyes meet mine. "Oh, sweetheart, apparently he's been watching us." He chuckles lethally softly. "Shamelessly palming and jacking off himself while he was at it."

Just as I am about to turn my head, a pair of warm hands grab my boobs from behind, eliciting a moan from me as he pinches my nipples. "Jaeyun." I lean my back against his bare body.

Jaeyun chuckles above me. "Think you have room for one more, love?"

At once, my walls clamp around Heeseung's cock, which also causes the latter to smirk. "She loves it."

"Yeah?" Jaeyun kisses the side of my neck, awakening butterflies in my tummy. "You love the idea of having two dicks buried in your sweet cunt?"

"She does." Heeseung answers for him, and before I know it, he brings me down with him as he has me lying sideways. He grabs my thigh and lifts it up, assisting Jaeyun, who is now behind me.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make it less painful." Jaeyun coos into my ear as he slowly pushes his thick length into my already-filled cunt.

I gasp, the stretch is painful yet so good. A whimper leaves my lips before I am silenced by Heeseung as he seals me into a kiss in an attempt to soothe me.

"Shit!" Jaeyun hisses, his hand on my waist tightens as he slowly thrusts into me. "I'm sorry, love." He kisses my shoulder blade sweetly while his hand finds its way to my aching clit. He rubs it in an attempt to alleviate the painful stretch.

"Are you okay?" Heeseung asks, brushing the strands of my hair away from sticking to my face.

"Too big." I manage to utter, though in a whimper.

"Shh, it's alright. You're going to feel good soon." Jaeyun peppers his kisses on my neck while Heeseung resumes kissing me.

They don't make any movement, and instead, allow my walls to accommodate their sizes. Soon enough, the pain slowly dissipates and is replaced by arousal. I make the first move, meekly fucking myself on their cocks, to which they groan simultaneously.

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you?" Jaeyun coos, thrusting into me as soon as Heeseung pulls away, and they do it repeatedly, working well together.

"Taking our cocks so well." Heeseung growls against my parted lips, swallowing my moans. "Made so perfect just for us."

My heart swells as they continue to shower me with praise and fuck into my ruined cunt, which has me seeing stars and sending me into a state of pure bliss.

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[daydream-cement]

User Error (NSFW)

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Reader and Miranda are on a stake out and they get a little distracted.

Authors Note: Thank you to the gc as always. I luv ya <3

Five hours. You had been in the car for five hours with Constable Hilmarson and nothing seemed to be going as planned. The supposed drug dealer you had been sent to watch should have been here by now, but Adrian told you not to come back to the station until you had something. Now you were stuck here in a stuffy car with nothing to do but talk and snack on the junk food Miranda packed away for you both. 

Currently, you were splitting a bag of chips and sharing the woes of your failed love lives when Miranda altered the subject, “I never understood the big deal about cunnilingus.”

Her statement caught you off guard, but the controversial nature of her words made you probe deeper, “What do you mean? How do you not like cunnilingus?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, but I don’t get why it’s such a big deal.” Miranda tilted the bag of chips towards you as she spoke, her right hand continued gesturing. From the quickened pace of her words and defensive tone, you could tell she was a bit self-conscious of her opinion, “It doesn’t feel that great.”

You maintain your composure, turning your head to look at her, “User error.” 

“Wha-” Miranda’s jaw dropped, knowing you had insinuated her past partners were incompetent. From your discussion over the past half hour, it seems as though Miranda had only been entertaining men as love interests. You were drawing your own conclusions of how this impacted her perceptions of cunnilingus. 

You attempted to make your voice as merciful as possible, not wanting to make her feel attacked, “I don’t know who you have been with, but they certainly aren’t doing it correctly if you don’t think it’s a big deal.” 

“I’m assuming you know how to do it correctly then?” Miranda may not have expected her words to be so sexually charged. You always did find her to be attractive and you assumed she would be someone interested in the fairer sex. 

You shrug modestly, “I’ve been praised for my work.”

“Mhmm...” Miranda only hummed in response. You knew she didn’t believe you. She turned back to her food, glancing up every few seconds to watch the backdoor of the warehouse you were supposed to be watching. You weren’t satisfied where that conversation had ended. You had a reputation to uphold. 

“God, I haven't given head in forever…” You toss your head back into the headrest overdramatically, hoping to bring her attention back to you. 

Your forwardness caused Miranda to choke on her mouthful of chips. She coughed wildly, her words came out strangled, "What do you mean?" 

“I mean that I have this godly tongue... and have no one to use it on.” With each word, your body shifts towards Miranda, hoping to make your intentions clear. Miranda couldn’t always catch a hint, so you knew you may have to be extremely direct with her. “Such a crime against humanity. Don’t you agree, constable?" 

Miranda’s eyes widened and she looked about the car, almost as if she was searching for her answer. She looked back to you, her mouth gaping for a moment before she responded, “Yes. I agree"

Your eyes were locked and you licked your lips, hoping desperately she would say yes to your next question, “Would you like me to demonstrate my skills for you?”

“I- Uhm... yeah. Yes.”

“Perhaps we should move to the backseat?” You ask, a wide smile growing on your face.  Miranda moved clumsily into the backseat, not attempting to hide her enthusiasm. Miranda’s nerves were getting the best of her. Her hands shook and she fumbled with the button on her pants, wanting them off her as soon as possible. You paused as you made your own way into the backseat, “Miranda... I can do that.”

Miranda paused what she was doing, staring down at her navel in shame. You continue speaking, crawling into the backseat directly into her lap. This proximity was new for the both of you and Miranda wasn’t exactly sure of what to do. You took charge of the situation, taking Miranda’s hands and placing them on your hips, “Can I kiss you?”

Miranda nodded frantically and you pushed your lips to hers, not interested in wasting any more time. If another on duty constable were to see you, neither of you would hear the end of it. If you missed the accused drug dealer, then Adrian would have your head. 

You could have spent more time kissing, but you had a job to do. You trail your lips down her jaw line to her neck. Your hands were making quick work of her belt followed by her pant button and the zipper. You scrape your teeth against the flesh of her neck, drawing a whimper from Miranda, “Please...”

“Take your pants off for me, honey.” With a final nip to her neck, you pull yourself away from her and give her the space for her to push her pants down her legs. Not often did you see Miranda’s bare legs, but dear god, they were incredible. From the moment Miranda was left in her underwear, you lifted her ankle to your shoulder. Kiss by kiss, you made your way down her bare leg, slowly lowering yourself to her panty clad sex. 

From her labored breathing, you could tell Miranda was aching with anticipation. Miranda braced herself with one hand against the back windshield and the other against the headrest of the driver’s side seat. You lowered yourself to her panties, rubbing your fingers over the damp fabric, “Hmm, is this all for me?”

“Mhmm...” Miranda rested her head on the car window. The anticipation was absolutely killing her. 

You swept her panties to the side, exposing herself to you, “Oh... look at this pretty little pussy...”

Miranda moaned at your words. You had yet to even touch her and she was already putty in your hands. This alone was enough for you to know that her not enjoying cunnilingus was certainly a user error. You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. From your place between her legs you glance up, Miranda was watching you intently, her eyes begging you to give you what you had been bragging about.

You moved your focus back to her aching cunt. You were determined to prove your abilities to Miranda. Thrusting your tongue into her, you begin lapping at her feverishly, drawing the loudest of moans from her. Miranda was uninhibited in many facets of her life and you were happy this was one of them. 

She was extremely vocal with you, writhing and grasping at your hands that came up to grip her thighs. You always did appreciate feedback when you performed oral on another woman. Your swirling tongue made its way higher, stopping when you reached her clit. Unable to resist yourself, your eyes watched Miranda with deep intent wanting to see her reaction when you licked your tongue across the sensitive bud. When you proceed to stroke your tongue over her clit, her hands grasp at your scalp, winding their way into your hair. 

“God... yes, Y/n... I’m so close...” Her hips moved against your skilled tongue and her hands kept your face close. The slickness of her heat coated your chin. You were in paradise. 

User error. That’s all that it was. 

You began spelling your name on her clit, making each movement slow and deliberate. The bucking of Miranda’s hips became more unpredictable and desperate. You pull away only for a moment, appeasing her obvious praise kink, “Be a good girl and cum for me...”

You don’t offer Miranda enough time to respond before you begin your tongue movements once again. Her ragged breathing and thrashing hips gave away her impending orgasm.  You draw your tongue in rapid circles around the bud, noticing earlier this drew the most desperate moans from fer. 

When she came, her hands held you against her pussy as her thighs squeezed around your head. Your tongue lapped at her juices, not wanting to waste anything she has to offer you. Miranda’s hips continued to grind against your face as she rode the orgasm to completion. You adored the way her legs shook as she parted them, releasing you from their vice grip. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, “So-So you are good at that...” 

“It’s what I’ve been told.” You press a kiss to her inner thigh, drawing yourself to sit on your knees. 

“Can you teach me how?” Miranda glanced down to your hips, her hands moving to begin to undo the buttons of her light blue button-up shirt. 

“I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two...”

-----

“What do you mean you didn’t see anything?” Adrian was furious with the two of you. He pulled his hand to his face, massaging the bridge of his nose. 

"Listen, no one came out of the warehouse. I don't know what to tell you.” Miranda shrugged, not looking at her superior. Instead, she stared off out the window of his office, feigning disinterest. 

“No, no... Someone came...” You swatted Miranda’s arm, an innocent smile plastered to your face. She looked back at you in utter shock that you could admit such a thing in front of your boss. Quickly, you saved yourselves from your own little joke, “But she wasn’t the person we were looking for.”

[stesierra]

Writeblr ReIntro!

I'm posting a new intro because now that I've been on Writeblr a little while, I realize how much information I left out! Hi, I'm Stephanie, I live in the desert with my husband and baby and three cats, and I'm an ace, bipolar fantasy writer! When I was a kid, they said I had ADHD but then I got my Masters degree in biology, so they claim I can't have it. Online tests say I'm probably autistic.

I used to write sci fi twelve years ago but only low tech sci fi about weird aliens, which nobody likes. Now I write fantasy novels! Lots of fantasy novels! I am beginning to post them on my website so if you want to read them, please keep an eye on this post.

My books often but not always have some romance (either m/f or f/f because I prefer female protagonists.) Since I'm ace (and demiromantic), my interpretation of romance and attraction is not exactly what you'd expect from, say, a romance novel.

I am not going to tell you about all my books! I've written eighteen! Four of them are shelved forever! Here's some recent ones (written or revised since 2018) that I haven't given up on. Please ask me questions about them! I LOVE talking about my books! Also, if you want to be added to my taglist for writing samples let me know! Please also tell me if you're interested in alpha or beta reading and for which book! Mutuals only, please!

My books are beneath the cut! As I add WIP intros, I'll update this list with links.

Cast Out

YA fantasy! On her sixteenth birthday, Zisha is cast out of the Plenary Cities for the crime of being born deaf, like her grandmother before her. In the wastelands, she meets Thesil, a depressed and bitter young woman. Zisha wants nothing to do with her — until she sees Thesil's face in a vision. But before she can find out what the visions mean or reach her grandmother's holdings in the wastes, the plague returns to the Plenary Cities. If the disabled really caused the plague thirty years ago, and were cast out to stop the spread, how can it be back when all of them are outcast?

Status: Finished. Being serialized.

WIP intro here.

Now being serialized here. First five chapters up, one posted weekly.

The Bone Queen

This is my NA fantasy about the aftermath of freeing an undead queen and her skeleton army. They take over the kingdom, of course! The main character, Elise, is trapped in Bandrum palace by Aubrey, the ghost who tricked her into falling in love and freeing him (plus everyone else.) He's an animated skeleton now with plans to marry Elise and force her to carry his children. The bone queen has promised him she'll make it happen. Too bad no one cares what Elise wants. If only she had magic of her own...

Status: undergoing a rewrite after developmental edit. Was 109k before revisions. Not available for beta reading.

Draft number? Hahahaha. It has two complete sequels (The Spellbound King (106k) and The Matriarch's Daughter (96k)) I must also rewrite. This series is going to kill me but I love it. My mom, who loves everything I write, complained that it was weird. I'm very proud.

WIP intro here.

First chapter here.

School of Souls

This is my YA contemporary fantasy about a boarding school in the Bighorn Mountains! It's supposed to be a place parents can send "bad" teens to have their problems sorted out, but secretly the founder is using it to train the kids as sorcerers. Even more secretly, the school devours the souls of the students sent there, and the teenagers who graduate aren't the same as the ones who arrived... Warning: does include teenage addiction to sleeping pills and ghosts and and parental death. It's going to have sequels but I haven't written them yet.

Status: Complete first draft. 83k. Available for alpha reading.

WIP intro here.

First chapter here.

The Many-faced Princess

This is YA fantasy with a historical vibe but set in a made up world. Vaguely inspired by ancient Phoenicia. It's about Princess Ameryi, who was blessed by the genderless trickster god, Akihel, to be able to change her face. If her father the king ever found out, he'd have to execute her, of course. Akihel is just plain evil. All the other gods say so. A daughter who's their champion? Impossible. An abomination. So Ameryi will just have to make sure her father never finds out. That was easier to do before the Asirtinsa Empire threatened to invade and her father sent her to secure an alliance with a neighboring king. She's supposed to marry him. Not steal his face and frame him for murder. But sometimes plans just don't work out.

This book was supposed to be about two lesbian princesses who frame the king for murder so they can elope, but both princesses decided to be ace and there was nothing I could do.

Status: Complete first draft. 83k. It's going to have sequels but I haven't written them yet. Available for alpha reading.

First chapter here.

Map here.

Court Phoenix

This is my NA fantasy! Kerra is a blacksmith's apprentice. Not because she wants the job, but because her mother sold her future to him when she was still a toddler who crawled into live fires and giggled as the flames consumed her clothes. Now she's a woman, trapped by the expectations of her family and her village. Until one day, a phoenix crash-lands and dies in her arms. When it's reborn, it chooses Kerra as its keeper. Soon, her dreary future is swept away. A princess from Skyfire, the moving city, offers her a job in the royal court. How could Kerra refuse? Her family's claims that she'll die if she ever leaves the village are just manipulative lies. Aren't they?

Status: Complete third draft. 104k. Available for beta reading.

First chapter here.

The Revenant Trilogy

Adult fantasy. Solving a murder should bring good fortune, but all it brings Mindral Thideet is disaster. Her fame and peaceful life as head researcher at the city of knowledge end abruptly. In retaliation for her investigation into his crimes, Payar Cheref, the head of the powerful Cheref family, burns her beloved cousins alive and scars her face. The scar marks her as a revenant, a body possessed by a godkin, one of the gods' evil children. Her life as a researcher is over. All that's left is revenge.

No one believes her when she denies that godkins have any power over her. But godkins, real ones, are far closer than she realizes. Tearing down Payar Cheref could destroy Mindral, her family, and the nation itself.

-The Halfway Revenant (rewriting draft 4) 120k. Not available for beta reading.

-The Soul-Seer (draft 2) - 130k

-The Godkin's Gambit (draft 2) 121k

First chapter here.

As Immortality Fades

Adult fantasy. Five hundred years ago, one of the immortal and unpredictable Valteifur visited the kingdom of Kathild and granted the young queen Nelone immortality. But there was a catch. She'd live forever, youthful and strong, just so long as her subjects were happy. For centuries, she's met her part of the deal. But when the Valteifur returns to check on her progress, he grants her a new gift: the resurrection of every single person in Kathild who's died in the last two hundred years. Then he disappears.

There aren't enough houses for them all. There's not enough food. And winter is here.

Status: Complete first draft. 98k. Available for alpha reading.

Bi MC, enemies to lovers.

First chapter here.

Stitches and Memories

This one's adult fantasy. Antea's father ripped her mind apart, left her for dead, and vanished twelve years ago, and she's going to find out why. But when constables try to kill her and strange truth magic grows inside of her, hunting her father starts to look like suicide. Too bad going home isn't an option.

Status: I exchanged this with a critique partner and now it embarrasses me. Fourth draft. 122k. Available for beta reading.

Trigger warning: magic seizures

First chapter here.

WIP intro here.

Triangle Park

Contemporary Fantasy. I have no idea who it's for. An elf exiled to the middle of nowhere ends up stuck with an unexpected child. It's about reluctant parenting and protecting the needy. And elves and faeries slumming it in a mobile home.

Status: Complete first draft. 86k. Available for alpha reading.

First chapter here.

Mud-Child

Adult fantasy. Rebeka has always heard that a woman who goes through menopause loses her spark (the magic that lets her create children). If she's had children, it just makes the neighbors a little more fertile. But Rebeka never wanted a man, and she never wanted to raise a child. Not since her twin sister died and her beloved Suza left her for a man. The problem is, the spark leaves a childless woman differently, everyone says. A bitter hag? She'll curse her neighbors. A sweet dim biddie? She'll give her spark to inanimate objects and create a monster. Rebeka doesn't know which she is, but she believes it's a myth.

That was before the clay in her clay pit woke up and called her mother.

Status: Third draft. 109k. Needs a rewrite! Not available for beta reading.

First chapter here.

WIP intro here.

I GUESS I'M WRITING A NEW BOOK

The Giant's Gamble

First chapter here.

I started writing this on Friday the 13th, 2023. LET'S SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES TO WRITE WITH A BABY.

Short stories

The Unfamous Dead

VERY OLD CRAP

The Scribe and the Sphinx

Adult historical fantasy

Status: second draft. Shelved for good. 85k.

The Adrift series

The River's Drift. 100k.

The Waking Mountain. 106k.

Low-tech alien sci fi. Shelved for good.

My first book whose name I forget. About 50k. Exists only as a hard copy in my parents' house.

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Tag list for everything

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I love you all!

[elli3luvs]

falling in love at a coffee shop pt. 4 [ELLIE W]

summary: when your favorite barista turns out to have a girlfriend (an ex? you weren't too sure) you got cold feet and ran

genre: fluff/angst

wc: 2.5k

a/n: lord.... im so sorry this took so long and tbh im not happy with it at all LMFAO im thinking either one or two more parts to this as well! so sorry i haven't been updating recently life has come at me hard! im hoping to get fewer hours at work so i can have some free time bc omfg!

part three

The phone buzzing against the desk was seriously starting to distract you. It had been going off incessantly since you left Ellie's house in a rush, and you just assumed it was her wanting to explain her side of the story. To be honest, you didn't really want to hear it. Your heart felt like it was torn into two earlier this morning. But you should've known, someone that attractive and funny and kind had to come with some sort of baggage. You just didn't expect it to be a whole girlfriend.

Your thumbnail was sitting in between your teeth as you slightly nibbled on it. Dina was laying across from you with worry etched into her features. She was usually amazing with words, never having trouble gossiping or giving advice, but when you came storming in with tears about to fall over your lash line, she couldn't quite find the words to console you. She awkwardly stammered until she realized all you wanted was moral support. 

The phone had only been silent for a minute before it started buzzing again. You groan, sitting up to finally grab the stupid device. The buttons on the side were squeezed under your fingers until you could swipe to fully cut off the phone.

Now it couldn't bother you anymore.

Dina sits up, staring at you with pity, "Would it hurt to just hear her out, maybe? Didn't you say you heard her say something about breaking up?"

You gnaw on your bottom lip, "I can't," Dina seems upset at your choice, "Seeing that girl, Cat I think, in front of Ellie was like a slap in the face. She could've been lying about breaking up, Dee. I just don't know." You sigh, crossing your arms to try and soothe yourself a bit.

Dina jumps off of the bed and makes her way to you, a grin spreading over her lips as if she just thought of the best idea. Knowing Dina, you had a feeling about what she was about to say. 

"Wanna get trashed?"

--

The bar was packed even though it was a random Tuesday night. Sounds of college-aged people screaming the song playing filled your ears and chatting with their friends filled your ears. Dina had already shimmied to the bar, ordering a drink for you and for her, before making her way to the dance floor. She was gone with the wind now. You only hoped she would make it back to your dorm without you dragging her home. You decided to keep a low profile and hang by one of the back walls. It was better that way.

You didn't feel like dancing away your inner struggles. Realistically, you needed to talk to Ellie about this. But how could you just call her up when you ignored her for a whole day? A shiver went down your spine when you thought about the conversation that was going to have to take place.

A part of you was still mad at Ellie. You didn't want to have the conversation. But you were going to have to be mature about it one day. You couldn't just ignore her forever.

A voice cut your running thoughts off, "Aren't you?" You turn around to meet Jesse's eyes, "Hey, it is you! How ya' doing?" As kind as ever, he gives you a side hug while enthusiastically greeting you. 

"I'm good!" You shout over the music. He motions to the cup in your hand and you nod, "Some sort of tequila."

He grimaces, "Oh, lord. You tryin' to die or somethin'?"

You purse your lips, "Yeah. Something like that."

Jesse pats your shoulder while laughing off your statement, "How did things go with Ellie? Man, she was so excited about it." His hands shoot up to gesture, "That's all she could talk about last shift was how you were gonna go over to her place. She was like a kid in a candy store!"

Your heart shatters. It felt awful to ignore her like that and a part of you wondering if you were acting crazy. Ellie said she could explain, yet, you just left her. Then you turned your phone off as if you couldn't give her the time of day.

Your eyebrows pinch, "It was good... until..." The words die in your throat. Jesse was a good friend of Ellie's and you had come to get pretty acquainted with him but was he a good one to confide in?

His face falls into confusion, "Until?" You see a flash of concern before his face returns to the original confusion.

"Until," You bite the bullet. Now is as good of a time as ever to pour your heart out, "Until her ex or maybe girlfriend? Until whatever she was came over. I totally left Ellie after not giving her a moment to explain. I'm starting to feel like a little bit of a bitch about it..." A fake half-laugh comes out to deflect how truly awful you felt.

Jesse's eyes widen and he sets his drink down, fully turning toward you, "Woah, woah. Was her name Cat?"

You nod and Jesse rubs his hands over his face. The loud techno music silents his hushed curses before he grabs your wrist to drag you out of the bar. The drink in your hand flies out as your legs try to keep up with his wide stride. Your eyes scan the room until you see Dina — who is cheering you on? She looks at you with a thrilled expression before giving you a thumbs up.

Oh my God.

Words of protest spew out of your mouth, trying to get him to just slow down yet Jesse only walks faster. Once you make it to the parking garage he turns back to you. You just hope he ignores the way you are trying to catch your breath. 

Jesse starts to fidget with his hands as if he's thinking over what he's about to say. 

Your anxiety spikes when he finally asks you what he wanted.

"Is it okay if I take you to Ellie's?"

--

The ride over to Ellie's house felt as if it took forever. The beating in your chest almost had you sick as you thought of all the possible things that could happen. What if Ellie completely rejected you after this? What if she looked at you with disgust and contempt when she opened her door? What if that Cat girl answers the door instead? You slide down farther into the passenger seat as the anxiety-ridden thoughts became too much.

You were beginning to recognize the area. It didn't make you feel any better — it just meant you were that much closer to having to be mature and talk through what happened. As much as you enjoyed hiding from those complicated feelings, you couldn't do that right now. 

Jesse taps his steering wheel while taking in a deep breath, "Look, I know you're nervous and all but... you really shouldn't be," You lift your head to look at him, "She's really into you. I think she will be over the moon that you decided to talk this out face to face."

You purse your lips, "Yeah, but what if she isn't? I left in a completely bitchy way."

Jesse shakes his head, "Trust me, I would've done the same thing if I woke up to Cat's shrill whining."

You were slightly taken aback, "What do you mean by that?"

"I think it's better if Ellie explains that to you."

The air from the vents blows on your face, warming it up. The city lights slowly started to disappear behind you.

"If I know anything about Ellie," His car goes into park. Your head whips to your right and there it was — her house, "She loves giving second chances. Now, go talk this through. I do not wanna deal with a mopey Ellie tomorrow." He jokes around. His words made you feel somewhat better but as you opened the car door and the cool air hits your face, the anxious feeling started to creep up again.

The steps took you a good 30 seconds to get up — stopping every so often to look back at Jesse's car to which he would lift his hands in a supportive motion. Like a father telling their son to, 'go get 'em, tiger!' except he wasn't your dad and you weren't ready to get 'em.

When the large oak door is finally in front of your face, you turn around one last time but Jesse's car was pulling off now. At least he waited until you were fully on the doorstep. It was now or never.

Never sounded pretty good.

Working up courage was never your strong front and god, you wished Dina was beside you to knock on the door but she wasn't. You were going to have to do this. Your hand makes contact with the door producing three heavy raps against the door.

She doesn't answer. She doesn't answer for a while. There isn't even a sign of life behind the door. All you hear is the cars honking faintly where you came from.

You begin to feel hopeless. Deciding to give her one final chance, you knock even louder this time. When you hear rustling on the other side of the door, your stomach lurched. 

"Coming..." Her voice sounded solemn. A grimace pulled at your features at the sound. You caused that.

The door swung open, it seemed like she didn't even look into the peephole, and she openly gawked at you for a couple seconds — a dusty pink rose underneath the smattering of freckles on her cheeks. Her socked foot tapped against the wooden floor as she leaned against the door. She finally snapped out of her catatonic state.

"Uh," She voices first, "What are you doing... here?" The words were strangled as they came out.

You take your bottom lip in between your teeth. There was no dancing around this, "Can we talk? About this morning?"

Ellie perks up a bit. There is a look of pain still lingering but she looks more eager to share what actually happened. You were eager to hear it. 

"Yeah," She opens the door further, waving you to come in, "Please come in. It's cold."

Stepping inside her house gave you a weird feeling. There was such a great memory inside of here but also one that left you with the worst bitter taste in your mouth. You wanted nothing more than to make more amazing memories in here but you needed to hear what exactly happened this morning.

Ellie guides you to the couch, the couch where you talked for hours, which looked as if she had lived on it for the past 10 hours. There were blankets stacked upon each other while water bottles were littered along the table in front of the couch. You saw the noise cancelling headphones strewn on the table and figured that's why she didn't answer.

You sit down on the edge, rubbing your hands on the front of your thighs. Ellie joins you except she is leaning back on the couch but you can tell with how she's wringing her hands, she's just as nervous.

"I guess the most burning question I have is," Ellie sits up at the sound of your voice. Like she was ready to give you any answer you needed, "Who was she? Why did she seem so hurt by me being here?"

Ellie clears her throat, hands tapping on her leg now as she searches for the right words, "That was Cat, my ex-girlfriend," It would be a lie to say you didn't feel some sort of relief at that, "She is having a hard time coming to terms with that, though. As you saw, she still frequently comes to my house even if I tell her not to." Ellie gives a pained laugh before flicking her eyes over to you to gauge your reaction.

You sigh at that, "How long has it been? Since you broke up?"

"Oh," Ellie scoffs, "A while. It's been around.... 7 months? 7 and a half? Long enough. Jesse calls her a pimple that just won't leave." It suddenly makes sense why Jesse wanted you to come talk to her. 

A tension lifts off of your shoulders at that. Ellie wasn't playing you for a fool. She just had a clingy ex. Your hand reaches out to grab hers, which she lets happen without any sort of resistance. Ellie even looks at you while a smile tugs at the corners of her lips.

Guilt settles deep within your chest now. You wanted to smile back but the dreadful emotion was eating at your chest. Ellie notices how your body went from relaxed to tense again. She twists back to you.

"Hey, you've gone rigid on me again," She jokes, her hand soothingly stroking your forearm, "What's wrong? Please, tell me or ask me anything. I'll say it all. I don't wanna keep secrets."

Your eyes flicker over to meet hers, tears brimming your waterline. Ellie shakes her head at the sight as if she's telling you not to cry. But the tears still sit in your lash line, threatening to spill over. Ellie's hand comes up to cup your face while the hand holding your hand squeezes tightly trying to reassure you.

You try to blink away the tears but instead one drips down causing Ellie to coo, "I feel like a bitch, Ellie. Didn't even give you the chance-"

Ellie cuts you off, "I wouldn't have given me a chance to explain either," Her voice wobbles a bit, "I don't blame you, who wants to get woken up by that? I just was scared I, fuck is it too early? Whatever, I was scared I lost you this morning."

You purse your lips at that while you shake your head. Ellie continues, "I know we haven't known each other for a while but I want to continue to see you. I think... I think I really like you." Her face flushes a bright red as she says that. Her palm precipitates a light sheen of sweat while she waits for your response. You can see her mentally preparing for the rejection.

You decided not to keep her waiting. She had done enough waiting today, "I want to continue to see you too."

The beaming expression she gives you clears any guilty emotions you had lingering. Now you just needed to show Ellie how much you liked her.

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