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pretoriafics · 3 years

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So this is love - Enemies to Lovers Week #3

Hi guys! First of all, I'm not working from home anymore :( so it's starting to get difficult to achieve some frequency here. It was an especially tiring week for me. But another request is here! So, enjoy it!

Word count: 963 Pairings: Reader x Bucky Contain: Fluff <3 Warnings: English is not my main language <3 MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

You were an international mercenary. You were a hero to one, a villain to others. People have varied opinions about you, and some of them are a bit polarized. You are loved and hated in the same intensity. Avengers did not escape from this.

Tony used to say you have balls. You do what you had to, without fear of being judged, feared, or whatever. Natasha shared his point of view about you. However, Sam, Steve, and Bucky don't agree with them at all. They think you are just too greedy and just think about money. A selfish bitch like Sam usually says.

However, they can't deny one thing: Your network of contacts was really great.

Traveling all around the world made you meet a lot of important people. Your network of contacts varies between good people and dangerous ones. However, most of them owe you something.

You bought from one of your contacts some Vibranium from Wakanda. Unfortunately, your Vibranium was being stolen by terrorists as a way to made destruction weapons. The one who stole your vibranium was the same who Bucky was hunting now.

Knowing about your contact network, Bucky thought that maybe you and he could be allies to take the terrorist. You could have your vibranium back, and he could bring the terrorist to justice.

Well, you would need pretty emotional intelligence to work with Barnes. He sucks.

One of your contacts told you the terrorist would be at a party in a Mansion in Monte Carlo with your vibranium. You and Bucky needed to infiltrate that party, took back your vibranium, and get the terrorist to justice.

And there you are: In your fancy Versace red dress, with Barnes at your side entering the ballroom. The disguise your contact gets to you was a couple of black market merchants, which was pretty annoying. You guys needed to pretend to be a couple the entire night. Ugh.

You were with a glass of champagne. You took a sip on it while Bucky looks at you. It was a different gaze.

You put your fake smile on your lips, staring at him.

"What's up, James? Do you wanna paint me?"

He gives you a smile.

"I almost forgot how annoying you are. With you in this dress, it's pretty easy to forget these things."

You control yourself to not roll your eyes.

"Do you like it? Maybe you could borrow it."

Bucky made a grimace.

"This color doesn't fit with the color of my eyes."

Then, the This is Love by Émile Pandolfi starts to play, filling the ballroom with that beautiful piano notes. Some couples go to the middle of the ballroom, dancing and looking at each other. It was such love in their eyes. Bucky looks at you.

"I think we have to go, my dear."

You put your glass on a waiter platter and look at Bucky. He reaches out to you like an invite. Well, you didn't have a choice, did you? You took his hand, and you go to the center of the ballroom. With your body's close and his hand on your waist, you and Bucky start to dance. That music and the dating atmosphere made butterflies on your stomach. And, gosh, he was such a great dancer!

That moment you realize the blue of his eyes. And, yeah, his eyes were not too bad. Bucky was... pretty.

He gave you a smile.

"What's up, (Y/N)? Do you wanna paint me?"

You felt your cheeks burning.

"Stop! I'm just trying to stay on character. I just want my Vibranium back."

He seems to notice your anxiety. Bucky pulls you closer, and your face dives into his neck. His mouth approaches your ear.

"Well, I think you are beautiful tonight."

You let out a low chuckle.

"What happened with all of that 'selfish bitch' thing?"

"It not changed, but maybe I can forget it this night. But just for a few minutes."

Your cheeks started to burn again, and the air almost disappeared from your lungs. Then, you stare at Barnes.

"Oh, you're willing to do this tonight?"

"I'm willing to do this since some time ago."

Oh. That was new. You gave a smile to Bucky.

"Be careful to not fall in love, Barnes. I think it would be a problem."

"Yeah, it definitely would be."

His blue eyes stare at your lips, and you find yourself with your heart beating fast inside your chest. Your stomach seems to freeze in anxiety. Well, usually, Barnes only gets you annoyed. However, today was different. There is something about him that made your knees get weaker.

His voice made presence again.

"This lipstick suits you."

You arch your eyebrows and let out a low chuckle, disbelief about his words.

"You're such a gentleman today, Barnes. Are you sick?"

"C'mon, I'm always a gentleman."

"Not with me."

A smile of amusement takes form on his lips.

"I'm just saying that it would be really sad if someone messes it."

Your eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, it would. Why do you care?"

"I don't."

His hand runs to the back of your neck, and then his lips find yours in a slow kiss. Oh, well, a kiss would be nice to ensure the disguise of yours, but it was dangerous for your heart. You were not the only one who thought about it. Barnes considered the kiss something dangerous as well. After all, what do he would do if he liked the taste of your lips?

Well, he liked it a lot. He could spend the entire night kissing you. A red flag was raised up on your minds as an alert to not fall in love.

But, well... Not falling for you tonight would be a huge challenge.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fics #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #tfaws imagine #tfaws imagines

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luvteez · 4 years

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think twice before you speak

pairing: san x wooyoung x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | hard dom!woosan, toys wc: 1.6k

When San asked you “How do you feel about two at once?” with a casual airiness in his tone, making you glance up from your phone only to find him and Wooyoung staring expectantly at you, you burst into a fit of laughter.

“If this is your way of asking if I would let one of you fuck my ass while someone does my vag, consider fucking my mouth first,” you wheezed. “Plus, isn’t that idea quite a reach considering you guys are shitless scared of making me faint, hence why you always insist on doing it vanilla and all that jazz?”

Fast forward to your current predicament a few hours later, you’re not laughing anymore.

It’s rather the polar opposite. You feel like crying — fuck that, perhaps the tears are already welling up and just waiting to stream down your face. The toy isn’t even big, doesn’t stretch your walls out in the slightest. But with your legs spread apart and Wooyoung changing the intensity of the vibrations every few minutes, you’re forced to the edge in record time.

Desperate apologies leave you without a pause but neither him nor San are fazed. Instead, they both watch you with a malicious grin as if you were their prey, relishing how worked up you are. How you struggle to keep your legs planted to the bed whenever the dildo vibrates more. How you’re at the brink of letting those tears loose whenever your release gets denied. And they haven’t laid a finger on you yet.

"But baby, you said we're too vanilla." Wooyoung pouts, yet his voice is dripping in glee. "As if we aren't worth your pussy. But it's okay, we understand. You seem to have much more fun with your toys anyway. Look, San, she's shaking so much and it’s just a fake dick in her!"

"No no no— hnngh..." you drawl. Wooyoung bumps up the toy to its highest intensity with a single swipe on his phone, making you whimper. "No, don’t wanna... d-don't wanna cum like this."

San lifts a brow. "Oh, so now you want us, eh?" There isn’t even an ounce of emotion in his voice. "Too bad, baby, because you're not worth our cocks if you're so close so fast because of a fucking toy. Bet you'd come immediately the second I'm buried in you, and then you'd beg like a little bitch for me to stop because it's too much for you even though I haven't had my fun yet."

Wooyoung gasps, feigning shock. "Really? That's so mean!"

"I promise I won't—" your brain no longer knows how to form a proper sentence as soon as San snatches the phone away from the other’s grasp, setting the toy to the lowest setting, "—gonna be good and n-not complain and do anything you want— f-fuck—" suddenly, he amps it up again and you choke, desperately trying to clutch more of the sheets in your fists, "—wanna be stuffed by you—" both guys would feel sorry for you, but seeing you blabbering barely comprehensive words as you’re slowly losing it makes their dicks stir, "—p-promise won't cum before you!"

"That's a bold statement," San comments coolly. He shares a look with Wooyoung before he switches the toy off completely. "M'kay, deal. You better keep that promise though, because trust me, you won't like the consequences if you don't."

You nod eagerly, and that’s the most enthusiasm you’ve shown so far. It doesn’t last long though. The sigh that threatened to slip past your lips turns into a yelp when San pulls the toy out and manhandles you on all fours all of sudden. You faintly register the sound of a foil packet ripped open, but before you can act upon that, Wooyoung has made his way in front of you, tilting your head up with one hand on your chin.

"Open up, baby," he orders impatiently, lightly slapping your cheek with his dick, tip already glistening in precum. A smug grin makes its way on his lips when he leaves a stain on your skin.

In that moment, San thrusts his cock into your throbbing heat in one swift movement, stretching you to the point where you feel you’re going to tear. You arch your back and cry out of pleasure from taking him up to the hilt. Wooyoung is relentless and takes the first opportunity to shove his shaft in your mouth, turning your moans into choked, desperate gasps for air. The rough treatment from all sides has you reach your breaking point. Sniffling, the tears finally stream down your cheeks and mix in with the precum.

You don’t know what you expected when your eyes meet Wooyoung’s. Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same cold and sickeningly smug look that hasn’t left his face ever since. He doesn’t look affected in the slightest. Doesn’t bother to wipe away some tears. Doesn’t bat an eyelash when he says with a voice devoid of empathy, "You said you wanted me to fuck your mouth? Gotta earn that first. So put that tongue of yours to work, that's the only thing you can do anyway."

By then, San has settled for a slow pace, pulling his cock out until his tip barely grazes your folds, and then rocks back in deeply. The combination of his actions and Wooyoung’s words has your eyes turning white and blood rushing through your veins.

In between trying to breathe through your nose and not rutting your ass against San, you eagerly suck on the other’s cock. Wooyoung isn’t as long as San, but his girth definitely compensates for it. His dick is thick and lies heavy against your tongue. You lap around his tip, the taste of precum prevalent on your tastebuds. His breath hitches as he throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. Slowly, his hands make their way to your head, loosely threading through your hair.

San progressively grows more aggressive with his thrusts. His breaths are labored, an attempt to keep his voice at bay. But once in a while, an airy whine escapes his throat. He’s fucking you deep and slow and when he’s buried in you balls-deep, that one thrust slams him against your weak spot.

The force of it makes you lurch forwards, choking and moaning against Wooyoung’s dick. From there on, he’s a goner.

Whatever ounce of self-control Wooyoung possessed is now thrown out of the window. He suddenly has your hair in a vice grip, blunt nails lightly digging into your scalp. You’re about to pull away for a second to swallow the spit and precum collected in your mouth, but then he forces his length deeper into your mouth, legs growing weak when he feels your gag reflex activating. Your muffled cries and tears down your face and drool spilling from the corner of your lips make the entire thing even better, and the praises and curses flow out of him like a waterfall in the midst of loud, high-pitched moans.

"Fuck, so good... y-your mouth..." Wooyoung’s cock twitches, his end coming soon. "Shit, I'm gonna—!"

“Me too— hhngh,” San pants, hips stuttering as his pace starts to get faster. The violent snap of skin against skin reverberates throughout the room along with vulgar groans. Your stomach churns and you feel like you’re slowly losing touch with reality as you sense your own orgasm approaching.

Wooyoung is the first to come, spilling his release in your mouth. He’s abusing your mouth as he fucks himself through his orgasm, not giving you any chance to swallow. He moves so wildly that bits of his cum spill past your lips and dribble down your chin, some pooling on the mattress.

Not long after him, San shoots his load into the condom, fingers gripping your hips so hard that they leave bruises behind. He groans, followed by a ramble of curses that you only catch when you strain your ears. All the while he’s getting down from his high, he moves a hand down to your clit, rigorously rubbing the bundle of nerves. It’s the thing that sends you over the edge, and your cunt clenches around his softening cock like a vice.

Both of them pull out at the same time, chests heaving, hair disheveled, lips busted. Wooyoung runs his thumb across your bottom lip, and you swiftly swallow his load before your tongue darts out. Retreating his finger, he shoots you an exhausted grin, and then he collapses on the bed.

"Shit, baby, you really kept your word.” San looks at you with a sense of pride, and then he’s off for a moment to get rid of the condom.

"The fuck have we been doing the entire time? We should've gone freakier way earlier!" Wooyoung throws an arm over his eyes, the light too bright for him. San comes back just in time and still catches what his friend said.

He looks irritated for a hot minute, and then he bursts into laughter from the bluntness. “Woo, please don’t ever say it like that again.”

"Well, at least better late than never." you shrug amusedly. “However, i still want my post-session cuddles.”

“And those you will always get.” San smiles mischievously before he drops his body weight on you, effectively crushing you. You grimace, playfully hitting his chest to get him and his nasty post-sex stench away from you, but he doesn’t budge and clings onto you like a leech. “You asked, I delivered!”

Wooyoung throws himself into the bunch immediately after, laughing at your desperate attempts to break free. You huff, taking a mental note to always run for the bathroom the next time you do this.

“Oh my god, you two are the worst.”

#oya my 'aesthetic~' concerning formatting will be a lil different #ateez smut #choi san smut #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut #san smut #luvsmut

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pinkestwrites · 4 years

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Say So

say so ft park jinyoung

word count: 5016 rated: r

summary: just when jinyoung thinks the star of the marjorette time will never notice him, she actually does.

a/n: this was a request for ihatemylfe but it seems they deactivated their account. hope everyone else enjoys it anyway! :)

"Simp!"

The sudden hands on his shoulders, the weight of another body, both jolted him out of his daze.

"Yeah, right," he grunted, shrugging the older male off him. His cheeks were hot, he hoped the blush wasn't too noticeable. Yet again, the gang was there, catching him off guard watching her again.

Glaring at his friends, he picked up his camera and bag as he stood. "You wish I was a simp. Not everyone is a little bitch like you," he directed his comment back to Mark.

Mark just chuckled at the rude remark, standing as well. "Dude," he slapped a hand onto Jinyoung's shoulder. "Relax. It's just a joke."

The exhausted sigh, followed by a shake of the head could only be from Bam Bam. "Hyung, you know she's out of your league, right?"

"If I actually liked her, you would be right," Jinyoung defended. "But I don't, so who cares. I was only here to get the scenery. You know my photography class has nature assignments, right?"

"Not of the ugly school field," Jackson piped in.

If one could charge his friends with stalking, he would. They found him no matter where he hid. And, of course, he usually was observing her. The school's star. The head of the majorettes. Someone so completely untouchable to a simple guy like him. They were such polar opposites it was laughable at the thought of her returning any sort of feelings for him.

"The field is not ugly," he scoffed, offended. "You just don't have an eye for hidden beauty."

"And jiggling boobs," Bam Bam suddenly gasped out. "No wonder you're always out here." He stopped cold in their walk, staring at the dance team practice a particularly upbeat part of their routine.

"Gross, you guys," Jinyoung couldn't look at them, or the girls. He knew the routine by heart by now. He knew what they were doing. And it pained him not to watch. "At least give some respect to the girls."

+++

English class was the worst. The absolute worst. Not only was it bright and early, first class of his day, but to make matters worse, he just had to sit behind her.

Right behind Miss Star.

It wasn't too bad at first, she always smelled so strongly, beautifully. It was actually a pleasure to sit behind someone so fragrant. He'd sat behind a few people he was sure didn't shower—and they looked like it.

But her—she did—she showered.

Her hair always shined, flowed around her head. She was always neatly dressed. Never inappropriately dressed. Though, her dresses or skirts did give him inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts he would never admit. They were for him to know and the guys to never find out.

And thankfully none of them were in this class.

He could just hear Bam Bam now— "Ew, hyung, I can see your drool from over here." Or Mark— "Simp." Both reactions made him shutter.

"Um, did you hear me?"

A rush of heat washed over him. His mouth dropped open. "What?" he squeaked out, blinking several times in shock. She was talking to him. Miss Star was talking to him.

"We're gonna read," she quietly answered, holding up the play they were studying in class.

He nodded, cleared his throat and stood up from his seat.

Great.

He hoped the whole class was ready to hear him stutter through the entire act.

But wait—

He remembered her raising her hand. And said something. It was fuzzy but, had she volunteered him to read along with her?

And.

Wait...

Did she actually know who he was?

+++

When Jinyoung entered Bam Bam's dorm room, he held his head high, shoulders out broad and wide. There was no reason to be ashamed. He even threw the door open a little too hard, making a loud thud against the wall.

"Don't break my wall, dick," Bam Bam scowled at him, quickly at his side to check the damage. "You're lucky that thing didn't make a hole."

"Oh, you swear," Jinyoung rolled his eyes. He sauntered over to the empty spot beside Mark and easily sat down.

Mark snorted, immediately noticing the demeanor with which Jinyoung carried himself. "What's with you?"

"Nothing," Jinyoung brushed it off.

"Oh yeah?" Mark persisted.

"Just tell us," Jaebum huffs, over all the beating around the bush.

"Ok." Jinyoung fights back a smile. "Remember when you said a certain girl was out of my league?"

"Oh, here we go," Bam Bam snickers. "Yes, I do."

"Well she actually talked to me."

"So...?"

“So?” Jinyoung let out an indignant huff. “Did you not hear me? If she was out of my league would she even know my name?”

“Who cares if she knew your name or not? That’s honestly not a big deal.”

Jinyoung was flabbergasted. She knew his name. She wanted him to recite those lines with her. She acknowledged him. How was this not making any sense to anyone but him?

Bam Bam cleared his throat, thinking for a second. “What’s the only way hyung could prove she isn’t out of his league?”

Jackson cackled. “I know! You have to sleep with her and bring back her panties.”

Jinyoung frowns. "Do you have some weird kink you need to explain?"

Jackson glares at him. "No. But I can tell you're to scared to ask her out."

There was no way Jinyoung was agreeing to that. He scoffs. "I could if I wanted to. I just don't want to."

"Scared!" Mark coughs under his breath.

He laughed. He wasn't scared. No. He just wasn't in the place for a girlfriend. He had so much going on at the moment. School. Securing his future. Both very much a big deal for him.

Fun just wasn't in the cards for him.

The most fun he had was being drug out to the crazy fraternity parties the guys liked to attend. Even then, he couldn't remember the last time he'd made out with a girl.

And sex?

That was never.

God, he felt like a loser. No wonder they all called him a nerd.

+++

It was a dumb joke. A dumb, stupid joke. There was no way Jackson was being serious. Or so Jinyoung told himself. But still, the dumb joke ate at him. Picked away at his brain until it was all he thought about. And that was bad. Really bad.

Especially as he had been sitting in front of his computer for over an hour with only a blank document to show. He had an essay due in a couple of days and he was already pushing it. There was no time to be fantasizing over some girl when his grades were on the line.

He let out a loud sigh as he shut his laptop. Putting it off to the side, he stood up and stretched for a bit. He hadn't realized he'd been sitting so long and felt like moving around. Whenever he was feeling down, he knew it was time for a walk.

While walks didn't help much with his essays, they led to randomly finding inspiration for his photography instead. The walks were always at different times and with such spontaneity he took some really great photos.

And when he was really lucky, sometimes he would find her out practicing after hours. That was how he originally found her. She was beautiful, shined even in the fading sun. After randomly finding her, that's when he realized they shared a couple classes together. And he couldn't believe he even sat behind her for one. He felt so oblivious. She had been in his lap this whole time and all it took was one stroll to really see her.

Like his feet knew, he really didn't have to think it, they took him out onto the school field. And just like most days, there she was. The setting sun cast a shadow over her and even then she looked beautiful. Everything about her just looked beautiful when she was dancing. Sure, she was pretty in general but you could just feel the passion for it when she did any routine.

Jinyoung was so deeply watching her, he didn't notice the person jogging up behind him until they passed him. The guy keeled over, trying to catch his breath, obviously in a hurry.

"Do you know what time it is?" he barked out, once he could actually form words.

"Shit." Even her curses sounded beautiful. "Sorry. I just—"

"Save it, we have to go."

Immediately Jinyoung did not like this guy. Rude. Inconsiderate. Ugly.

Ok, the last one was too harsh.

"Ugly personality" fit him better.

"Right." With haste she spun around to grab her things, jogging after her.

Jinyoung wondered what was so important and why this guy was acting like this when he realized. Oh. No. She was coming right at him. He knew he had to hide. She would definitely think he was a creep. She would just know he was watching her. It would be all over before it even began.

But there was nowhere to go, so he stood there like an idiot.

"Oh, Jinyoung," she seemed surprised to see him.

"Y-yeah," he stutters, mentally kicking himself.

"Yah, let's go. You're making me late."

And with that—that whoever he was—she left.

Jinyoung's heart left right along with her.

+++

Ok. So it wasn't the end of the world. Maybe she had a boyfriend? Judging by the sound of his tone, it wasn't very affectionate so Jinyoung assumed it could be a possibility that that guy wasn't actually her boyfriend. But then again, he knew guys and girls couldn't really be friends.

He let out a sigh. He was back to square one. Not one step closer to figuring out who this mysterious guy was.

And sitting behind her, her lovely scent confusing his brain, Jinyoung realizes this is not the time and place to be thinking these thoughts. He hoped he wasn't scowling at her. Or something worse! Like maybe looking at her dejectedly like some kicked puppy. That would be way worse.

Thankfully their English teacher stopped droning on and dismissed the class. It shocked him how quickly he grabbed his things. He was out the door in record time, feeling like he needed to get far, very far, from her.

He was feeling too many things and—

"Wait! Jinyoung!"

Of course he stops dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heel, he doesn't expect her to be right on his step.

"Yes?" he whispers out. Clearing his throat, that sounded so silly so he says it louder. "Um, yeah?"

"So you find the school field therapeutic too?"

The question catches him off guard. He didn't expect her to bring it up so blatantly.

"Sure," he answers curtly. Not exactly sure where she's going with this.

"Me too," she grins friendly at him. "It's nice when you're all out there by yourself."

"You could say that," Jinyoung agrees weakly. Though he would never admit that he only went out there for her.

"I go out there everyday pretty much." I know, he thinks to himself. "You should come out again. Maybe you could watch me and tell me what you think."

She said more, but he wasn't really listening. Did she just invite him? Yes, she definitely did.But why? What about that guy?

—ok, he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to focus especially when she was staring at him. He missed whatever she said. "Huh?" he dumbly asked.

"I wouldn't mind if you watched," she stated again. And if he wasn't mistaken there was a bit of a lift in her voice. No, no, he was definitely imaging things. Things that he did not what to think about out in public.

Especially not when she cocked her head to the side, top lip biting the bottom and a finger twirling a strand of hair.

Jinyoung tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it wasn't clearing.

It was never a possibility that she might flirt with him.

+++

"Park!"

Jinyoung hears his last name screamed from across the hall. It's from the last person he wants to hear it from. Choi Youngjae is a few years younger than him and should show him some respect. But does he ever? No. Just like now.

"Hyung~" he sings out, gleeful that Jinyoung stopped.

"What now?"

It's sure to be another dumb photography assignment about a squirrel or something. Youngjae never came to him for serious things, things that might get him actually noticed in the school newspaper.

"Oh, don't get mad already. I have something good for you this time. Plus you can't complain since I always pay you."

"You?" Jinyoung questions. "The school pays me."

"Same difference. Anyway," he waves a hand. "This time it's the Majorette team."

Jinyoung chokes on the no he was about to say. "The what?"

"You heard me. Now it's fifty bucks, so what do you say?"

"I'll do it."

And that's how he ended up showing up on the school field, currently surrounded by all the girls on the majorette team. They were all talking at the same time, clearly confusing him and making him blush at the same time. Not to mention his favorite was still here. His ears may have been lost, but his eyes never left her.

"Girls!" their coach shouted, effectively quieting them all down. "Let the young man tell us what he has planned for you guys, ok?"

Jinyoung lets out a thankful sigh. He was just going to take some basic shots really. Nothing too fancy.

"Um... you guys can just do whatever routine you like. I'm not filming, just getting a few shots for the school paper."

The girls let out a sad hum, but quickly get into formation. Jinyoung is suprised by how efficient they are, but gets ready to take his photos.

It's only when he's got one knee on the floor, eyes glued to the camera that he notices something off. He has watched this same routine quite a few times but none are ever like this one. Miss Star is front and center, giving it her all as she normally does. But it feels more sexual in nature.

The winks, lip biting and...

He had to be imagining it. There was no way she would wear that to practice. If he could see, everyone could see the little black thong that did not hide anything. It was too much, too provocative for such a conservative team.

And it took everything in him to will away the growing erection in his pants.

When he could no longer kneel on the ground, he thanked god for the slightly bigger sweater he decided to wear that day. He turned around to slightly adjust his now too large boner and it was perfectly hid in his pants. Pretending to check the photos, he turned around just in time for the coach to come back his way.

"How does it look? Do my girls look great or what?"

"Yes ma'am," Jinyoung answers robotically. "I should get going. I'll get Youngjae to send you guys a copy of the paper!"

Jinyoung doesn't think he's ever ran away from something so fast in his life.

+++

Jaebum is out the door before Jinyoung can say anything. There's a smirk on his face and Jinyoung knows everyone is gonna hear about this, but he doesn't have time to think about that because Miss Star is at his dorm room door and she's pressing herself against him. The flowery scent that usually accompanies her is surrounding him now too. His mind goes blank before he thinks to ask why she's here and he feels his cock twitch at the feeling of her soft breasts pressing into his chest.

It almost feels like he's imagining it when she kisses him.

It's very real. Her lips are smooth and feel delicious against his own. On instinct, his arms wrap around her, hands running down her back, stopping just above her bottom. She pulls away at this and Jinyoung thinks he's went too far.

There's a lusty look in her eyes and she bites her bottom lip. "I've been waiting so long for you to make a move."

Her words startle him. "Really?"

"God, yes," she breaths out before going in for another kiss.

This time Jinyoung is more prepared and he feels a little more daring. As her kissing gets more feverish, his hands travel all the way south, cupping a good portion of her ass in his hand. Her butt is firm from all the moving she does and Jinyoung doesn't think he's felt a better ass.

She pulls away again, letting them both catch some air. "I can't wait any longer."

He doesn't fight her as she roughly pushes him down onto his bed. There's butterflies in his stomach now. Sure he'd made out a little, dry humped even, but he'd never gotten more than that. Now he wished he'd been a little more persistent with girls. Now the girl of his dreams seemed like she wanted to have sex with him and he certainly didn't want to suck at it.

For a moment, Jinyoung dumbly watches when she starts wiggling out of her skirt before he realizes he should probably get naked too. He looks away to undo his belt and free his now fully hard cock from his pants.

Just as she's fully naked—himself only half way—her phone rings. Together they both let out an annoyed sigh.

Jinyoung tries to be discreet and catch who is calling her but he really wished he didn't. His once hard cock slowly softens as she answers. He'd forgotten all about her mystery rude guy, but obviously she didn't.

Now he feels a little bad. He had no idea his perfect girl would be a cheater. Things really were not fair for him. Only when Jinyoung finally gets a chance with her, it isn't one that he can fully enjoy.

After a brief conversation, she starts getting dressed again. Jinyoung leaves his boxes, but quickly pulls on his pants. He's fully clothed when she's at his door.

"Sorry about this. I'll definitely make it up to you." She leaves him with a wink.

Jaebum returns a few hours later and Jinyoung is still sulking on his bed. His dick says to just enjoy the lay but his heart definitely says no. And while he is deeply debating himself, Jaebum manages to end it all with two words.

"Nice panties."

+++

Jinyoung has never been one to be aggressive, but he figures now is the time. It'd been a week since he'd almost gotten to taste his forbidden fruit, but she loved to keep teasing him. She'd drag him down an empty hallway after class to heatedly make out again or to get handsy, even gone as far as give him a blowjob once too.

But enough was enough. With each time he felt horrible, still thinking of that guy. Whoever he was. Or what he was to her. Finally his conscious had eaten away at him enough for him to take action.

"Wait," he gently held her back. She was currently in the process of trying to drop his pants again, which he so wanted, but didn't really need. He dick was harder than he liked to admit, it certainly didn't feel guilty, but enough is enough, he told himself again.

"Hmm?" she asked purring into his ear. He wasn't really trying to fight her off so she cozied up into his chest, face landing in the crook of his neck. He closed his eyes, trying not to enjoy her tongue circling designs on his neck.

With a shiver, he pushed her away again. "I need to know," he choked out.

"Know what?" she urged, pushing his hand away again to pepper kisses on his jaw.

If he already didn't feel like jello, he certainly did now. He almost wanted to say fuck it and take her back to his place again. Jaebum made it clear how happy he was that Jinyoung was 'finally getting some' and he knew that Jaebum would be gone in a heartbeat. Being friends for almost eight years had its perks. But it wasn't right. Yeah, he wanted to get laid, but Jinyoung was romantic. He didn't want to be someone's second best. Like some silly little appetizer while the real meal waited at home for her.

"Who is that guy?" he finally got out.

The question made her freeze and Jinyoung felt even worse. Her reaction said it all.

"What guy?"

Ok, he wasn't expecting that. "That guy," Jinyoung let out, frustrated that she had no clue who he was talking about. Surely she would remember her boyfriend! "Look if you have a boyfriend just admit it."

Now she seemed a little peeved. "I don't."

"Then who is the guy who called you the other day. He's also the one from the field."

She burst out laughing. "Ew. My brother? Just no."

The skeptical look on his face must not have set right with her. She quickly whipped out her phone and opened up instagram. "I'll show you." She typed in a name with a similar last name to her. Scrolling down, she stopped at a picture with him and her—it was actually a collage with pictures of them, even as kids. The caption was #siblinggoals. Jinyoung felt a little dumb now. Then, when she showed him the screen and he saw multiple pictures of the guy and the same girl over and over—he started to feel really bad then.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be," she smiled up at him, throwing her arms around his neck. "It was kinda hot that you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," Jinyoung tried to laugh it off, but clearly it wasn't working.

She giggled at him, looking up at him with lust in her doe eyes. "Wanna take this somewhere else?"

Jinyoung never nodded so fast in his life.

+++

Jinyoung barely gets the door open before she's attacking him again. She's furiously kissing him as he uses his shoulder to shut the door—not having any time to lock it—only able to take in each kiss with as much passion as she has.

They fall on the bed together, limbs tangled in a mess. Jinyoung loves the feeling of her on him, she's soft and warm, but there's something comforting about her. Everything is moving in slow motion and he feels more connected with her than he ever has.

Brushing her bangs out of her face, he takes this moment to really look at her. Of course, she's beautiful—he's always thought that. But there's a confidence about her, like how she didn't shy away just then. She's always the first to confront. So it doesn't surprise him when she pushes him down and straddles him.

"Mmmm," she moans out, starting a slow grind on him. He was already starting to get hard, but this solidified it. His hands instinctively move to her hips to steady her as she grinds a little harder each time.

"You're beautiful," Jinyoung can't help but say. Sure, he's feeling high on lust, but he means every bit of it. And he wants her to know. To him it was more than just sex.

She laughs and stops her movements. "Sure. We'll see how you feel afterward." She retorts and moves to strip him of his shirt.

"I'll feel just the same," Jinyoung defends as he grabs ahold of her arms. He knocks her over onto the bed and pins her down.

He's not quite sure what's come over him. Maybe it's the challenging tone in her voice, he's not sure, but he wants to be in control now. She'd almost removed his shirt, but he doesn't care. Instead, he leans down and teases her, like she teased him. He delicately started sucking on her neck as he worked on her shirt. Unlike him she had a button down shirt on. Hers was much more fun to remove. And when he undid the last button, he started leaving gentle kisses down her chest and stomach.

He hesitated when he got to her jeans, but it wasn't for very long.

Opening her jeans, he let out a little laugh. There was those infamous panties, only this time in red. And boy did red look even better on her. Especially up close like this. But this little piece of fabric was only getting in the way. Along with the jeans, he pulled them all the way off.

While she obviously felt very confident, he was still unsure with himself. And his skills. To avoid it, Jinyoung crawled back up to her. He wasn't going to leave her hanging though. He captured her lips in his own before sliding his hand down her stomach and cupped her sex.

She gasped in his mouth at this.

When his fingers started sliding along her slit, she moaned again. It was like music to his ears.

She let out a little whimper when he didn't proceed any further. And he got the hint when she nipped at his bottom lip, holding it briefly in between her teeth.

"Oops, guess I do bite," she whispered, her breath hot on his face.

God, she is incredibly sexy, he shivered at the thought.

"Fine," he breathed back and he pushed in. He didn't want to keep her waiting so he went straight to her sweet spot. She was wet, incredibly wet. He grinned as he slowly pushed a finger in. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Please," she moaned out. "More."

So he gave in. A second finger went in and she clinched down on him, surprising him. Given her positive reaction, Jinyoung felt confident and that he should experiment some more. Keeping a steady rhythm, he scooted down to greet her vagina. Face to face with it, he ran his tongue around, exploring her forbidden fruit.

Again she begged for more.

So he complied, beginning to lap at her core, enjoying all the little noises she produced. And when one of her hands tangled into his hair, he knew he couldn't stop. He had to see this through, her excitement like a drug to him.

He had purposely been ignoring her clit, but now he knew it was time to give it some love. He swirled his tongue around it and when her legs closed on his head he knew that's what she wanted all along.

He'd forgotten his fingers in her so he continued pumping in and out of her, now in sync with his tongue. Her shivers made him grin. And it wasn't long before he had her meowing out his name, grinding with his tongue, a completely mess under him as she came.

He grinned up at her, relieved to see he was the reason she looked like this.

Using one finger, she motioned for him to come to her. "You're cute, you know?" she started undoing his belt. And slowly, teasing him, she unzipped his pants. "Your turn now," she said hand running along his hardened dick through his boxers.

She freed his dick and it gave her a standing ovation. Jinyoung's eyes went wide when she completely took him in her mouth. All of it disappeared into her mouth, almost to the point of choking on it. But she grinned around his dick and stared him straight in the eye. Jinyoung wanted to cum right there, but she had other plans. She continued to bob her head on his dick, slurping and sucking along the way. He closed his eyes and leaned back just to enjoy the moment, the feeling.

When she suddenly stopped, his eyes flew open in confusion.

"Don't look so sad, big boy," she teased. "Let's get these off," she told him, tugging on his jeans.

Helping her, he lifted himself up to remove the bothersome clothes.

"Oh," he let out when she now climbed all the way up him. With ease she mounted him, sliding his dick into her. She felt like heaven. Wet, tight and amazing. "Fuck," he cursed out, hands grabbing on either side of her. She moaned as well, head thrown back and just enjoying the feeling of him in her.

His hands traveled down her waist to her butt and he gave her a hard slap on the ass. She let out a laugh before preceding to bend down and kiss him.

As the makeout got more intense so did her grinding. With the pace she was going, he didn't think he would last any longer. Finally he came inside her, feeling more satisfied than he'd ever felt.

When she crawled back up the bed, he put his arms out to hold her against his chest.

He just knew he wanted this for the rest of his life.

+++

Thankfully Jaebum didn't let the cat out of the bag. Jinyoung begged him to not let anyone know because—a) nothing was actually happening and b) jinyoung was a terrible liar. Especially with Bam Bam and Mark trying to break him. Nothing got passed those two.

So to walk into Bam Bam's room again, feeling like a million bucks—for real this time—felt great. There was no greater feeling, well there was, but that was obvious.

"Here," he said, throwing Miss Star's black lacy panties in the middle of the makeshift circle they formed.

"What is this?" Jackson questioned, picking it up delicately. "Or who's is this?" he muttered.

"Oh My God!" Bam Bam exclaimed, hand to mouth as he took in Jinyoung. "Are those hickies?" he gasped.

"Trying calling me a simp now," he gloated, particularly in Mark's direction.

And while all this did feel good. He knew it would feel better if it was for more than just sex. So when all that he had wanted to say and do had been done, Jinyoung left the dorm. He was off to go make a certain untouchable girl finally his.

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Moody

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Fluff, angst, PMS, period talk, swearing

A/N:

A sharp pain wakes you from a peaceful sleep, and before you even open your eyes you know what it is. Your period was a week early. ‘Fucking great,’ you think. Another stab of pain comes from your uterus and it makes you groan. This month seemed to be worse than usual, your mother did always say that extensive exercise made cramps worse. And with the Avengers increasing your work out load, in order to get ready for starting missions, your body was proving your mothers words right.

You quickly jump out of bed, knowing that once you stood it was a race between you, time and gravity. And you really didn’t want to ruin your favourite PJ pants.

Luckily, you won this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you suddenly clutch at your abdomen; another cramp. You could already tell that this week was gonna suck, you were going to be moody, constantly hungry and probably in a lot of pain for the next few days.

The lack of sunlight and noise told you that it was early, and your alarm clock confirmed that it was 4am. Having already lost your sleep, you let out a huff and make your way through the compound halls towards the kitchen in hopes that some panadol and food would stop the constant stabbing pain.

To your surprise, the lights in the common area were already on, and Bucky was laying on the lounge. His flesh arm draped over his face. You paused as you entered, not wanting to wake the sleep deprived soldier, but it was too late. Bucky wakes with a jolt, sitting upright and immediately meeting your stare. The moment he sees you, his tense muscles relax and his lips pull up at the sides.

“Hey doll,” his voice low and raspy from sleep,

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” there was no real need for you to whisper, the residential halls were on the other side of this level, but the early hour somehow made you feel the need to be as quiet as possible,

“S’okay,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “I only drifted off,”

Another wave of pain hits you, and you silently groan. Nodding at Bucky, you swiftly move to the kitchen and locate the pain killers and a glass of water.

“What’re you doing up?” he asks, making you jump slightly from the sudden break in silence,

“Couldn’t sleep,” you half lie. You didn’t exactly want to admit to the guy you like that you were on your period, and guys don’t always like hearing about that kind of stuff anyway, so you figured being as vague as possible was best.

Glancing at Bucky, you find him already staring at you, his eyes raking up and down your minimally clothed body. When he realises he’s been caught, he straightens up. He lightly pats the spot next to him on the couch, “Wanna hang out?”

You wanted nothing more than to be with Bucky right now, but the incessant pain was starting to make you annoyed, “No thanks,” you didn’t mean to sound so harsh, and Bucky’s face falls,

“Oh... Okay,” he says with a frown,

“Night,” you call over your shoulder as you hurry away, silently scolding yourself for acting like a bit of a bitch.

You didn’t fall asleep again until 6am, but a loud knock on your door wakes you just 45 minutes later. Turning over, you half groan, half scream into your pillow. Steve waking you up for training was bad enough, but a sharp stab from your uterus made it so much worse.

“What?!” you yell, not bothering to get out of bed. Your door creaks open slowly, but you don’t bother pulling your face away from your pillow, “Steve, I’m not training this morning, so fuck off,” you grunt. Admittedly, it was harsh, but you were too annoyed and in too much pain right now to care,

“It’s me, doll,” Bucky’s voice is soft and timid. Slowly, you lift your head, and glance over your shoulder. He’s wearing an apologetic, sheepish smile,

“What?” you ask again. Even if it was Bucky who woke you up, you still weren’t impressed,

“Steve sent me to wake you up. I told him that you weren’t going to be up for it, but he thought that I might be able to persuade you,” Bucky smirks. Normally, your cheeks would flush and you’d pray that Bucky hadn’t cottoned onto the fact that you had a thing for him, even though everyone else in the compound knew; and teased you relentlessly around it,

“I’m not coming,” you mumble, you frown and cross your arms to silently convey your seriousness to the super soldier,

“Aw, c’mon doll,” Bucky says with a playful tone as he steps over the threshold and into your room, “It’ll be fun, I promise!” he winks at you as he approaches. Your stomach clenches, but you aren’t sure if it was because of Bucky or your cramps,

“No,” you pout. You knew you looked and sounded like a 5 year old, but there was no way you were leaving your bed for another few hours,

“Don’t make me tickle you into submission,” Bucky holds out his arms, twinkling his fingers as a threat,

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you warn, “Don’t you dare,”

Before you can even blink, Bucky has pounced. He lands on you, pinning your body to the bed, without putting any of his weight on you. The next second his hands are all over your torso, tickling you to no end. You fight off fits of laughter, interspersed with pleas to stop. But he doesn’t listen, he only tickles you hard, his own laughter growing louder by the second.

Then another cramp hits you, and it’s a bad one. That’s it, you’ve had enough. You feel yourself getting angry at a simple flirtatious gesture; one that Bucky did quiet frequently to make you do what he wanted. But this time, you were having none of it.

“I said no!” you yell. Bucky stops immediately, his face falling, “Bucky, get the fuck off me. I’m not training. You can tell Steve to fuck off!” you’re practically seething with anger now. It was an irrational reaction. It was your PMS, right on time.

Bucky stares at you for a moment, his eyes searching your face for a hint of a joke. But he finds none, only anger mixed with deadly seriousness.

He jumps off you, “Y/N... I-I,” he stammers, “Sorry,” he mumbles. Before you can apologise, he quickly takes his leave, pulling your door shut behind him.

With the click of the handle, you suddenly realise what you’d done. Bucky looked so crushed when you snapped at him. He’d never seen you react like this, usually you kept your PMS in check. Your stomach drops, and so do tears when you realise that you may have totally fucked up any chance you had with Bucky, all thanks to your PMS and cramps. Burying your face in your pillow again, you scream into it.

“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.” you yell into the pillow, as your tears dampen the fabric.

~~Bucky’s POV~~

Bucky stood frozen outside your door for what felt like hours. Had he been reading you wrong? Had you just been friendly this whole time, when he’d been pinning his hopes on you liking him? He trudges off to the gym, his head hanging low, feeling dejected and like an idiot.

~~Reader’s POV~~

You suddenly stir from sleep, not even realising that you’d drifted off again. Your stomach tells you it’s lunch time before your alarm clock does. Suddenly, you feel a prang, not from your uterus, but from your heart. You’d snapped at Bucky, and he had no idea why. You probably ruined any minuscule chance you had with him, but you figure he’s owed an explanation at the very least.

Getting out of bed, you’re relieved to find that a few more hours sleep had ward off the cramps. For now. You quickly get changed before you’re off to find Bucky.

As suspected, he’s in his room. Wanting to be polite, you knock softly and wait for him to grant you entry.

“Hey,” you say, your voice low and timid,

“Hey,” Bucky gives you a tight lipped smile. ‘Fuck, not good,’ you think as you slowly make your way over to his bed.

“Look, about this morning,” you say as you gently lower yourself onto his bed, and he spins around in his desk chair to face you, “I wanted to explain why I got so angry,”

“Yeah, you’ve been acting a bit strange,” he seems to brighten up, relaxing into the chair,

“It’s just that... Um,” you struggle to find the words, “Well, I’ve just got really bad cramps this month, and my PMS was playing up... I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that,”

Bucky stares at you, wide eyed, “Like... Your period?” he asks, his voice barely audible,

“Yeah...” you drawl out, feeling an uncomfortable tension fill the room,

“Oh... Okay,” he nods, his cheeks starting to turn red,

“Yeah...” you repeat, “I just wanted to let you know that it’s not you that I’m angry at, it’s my body,” you awkwardly chuckle in hopes to ease the tension. It doesn’t,

Bucky nods, “Good to... Know,”

You only nod, and quickly leave, not able to stand the awkwardness between the two of you any longer. If he found you attractive before, he definitely doesn’t now. No one wants the guy they like to think of them like that.

Arriving in the kitchen, you planned to grab as much chocolate as you can. You let out a frustrated groan when you notice that someone had cleaned the chocolate stash out.

“Looking for chocolate?” Clint asks from behind you, “Sorry, I had the last of it,”

You let out another frustrated sigh and storm off, not even bothering to argue with any more members of your team.

~~Bucky’s POV~~

“Natasha?” Bucky asks, bursting into the Russian’s room,

“Dude. Knock,” she bluntly says, looking annoyed, “Wanda and I were in the middle of something,”

Wanda gives Bucky a kind smile, the polar opposite of Nat’s scowl.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “But I need help,”

“Don’t you have a best friend?” Nat asks sarcastically, “Ya know, blonde, over 6ft tall, 100 years old...”

“No, like, I need lady help,” Bucky awkwardly elaborates, already feeling the blush that was spilling onto his cheeks,

“Ooh,” Nat nods, finally lightening up, “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Two thirds of the Avengers female population are in this room... And I suspect that the remaining third is what you need help with,” she wiggles an eyebrow at him, but he ignores her. It had become a daily occurrence for the team to tease Bucky about his crush on you.

“What do you need, Bucky?” Wanda queries, shuffling closer to him on Nat’s bed.

Bucky is starting to feel claustrophobic, Nat and Wanda were closing in on either side of him. But he pushes it aside, “So... You know periods?”

“I know of them,” Natasha teases. Bucky shoots her an annoyed look and she backs off, “But, yes, go on,”

“Well, I don’t,” Bucky admits, “Dames in the 40s never talked about them. I didn’t even know they were a thing until a few months ago when I found tampons in the shared bathroom,”

Wanda and Nat burst into laughter, no doubt remembering the confused look on Bucky’s face when he emerged from the common bathroom, holding an unwrapped tampon and looking more lost than he had when F.R.I.D.A.Y. first spoke to him.

Bucky waits patiently for the girls to quiet down. After a few minutes, and many eye rolls, he’s able to continue, “Well, Y/N snapped at me this morning. Then she told me it was because of her cramps and her PMS,”

“Yeah, that happens,” Wanda shrugs,

“I know. I remember the whole sex talk the three of you gave me,” Bucky rolls his eyes, trying desperately not to relieve the embarrassing, but informative, talk, “I just want to know, how can I make her feel better?”

Nat and Wanda fall silent, both staring at him with disbelief. After a long silence, Bucky finally speaks up, “What?”

“God, you’re cute when you want to be, ya know that?” Natasha says, but it isn’t sarcastic, she’s being ernest.

Bucky listens intently as the two women start giving him suggestions. ‘Should’ve brought a pen and paper,’ he thinks but doesn’t dare say, afraid that the women will take it as unappreciative.

~~Reader’s POV~~

You’d decided to work out today, regardless of the cramps, knowing that if you didn’t, Steve would be at your door tomorrow morning and dragging you to the gym. Compromising with your body, to stick to a light cardio work out, just enough to break a light sweat.

Admittedly, you did feel better afterwards, and noticed that your PMS hadn’t been so on edge once you’d sweated out your anger at the fact the walls were a different shade of grey compared to the ceiling.

Strolling back to your room, you’re looking forward to a quick shower before rummaging through the whole compound until you found some junk food to eat.

Opening up your door, you’re stopped in your tracks when you see Bucky sitting patiently on your bed, a large, brown, paper bag on his lap.

“Hey soldier,” you smile at him, glad to see he didn’t hold your outburst against you,

“Hey doll,” he coos, a small smile on his lips, “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you make your way over to sit next to him, “What’ve you got?” you eye the bag curiously,

“Presents,” he smirks, “For you,”

“I’m the one that yelled at you, and you’re bringing me presents?” you chuckle, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. I just know that this whole time of the month thing can be hard on women. And Clint told me he ate the last of the chocolate,”

“That bastard,” you mumble, earning a chuckle from Bucky. Suddenly your face lights up, “You got me chocolate?”

“And some other stuff,” he smirks and offers you the bag. You snatch it from his hands, and mumble a thank you, too preoccupied with the junk food that was awaiting you.

Delving into the bag, you start pulling out chocolate bars. A family block of every flavour you’d ever heard of. Your face lights up, and you glance at Bucky, he just nods, prompting you to keep looking. Next you start pulling out ice cream. Then crisps, and lollies, and finally, a few bags of microwave popcorn.

You cock an eyebrow at Bucky and hold up the popcorn, “We watching a movie?”

“Yep,” Bucky grins, “Your choice,”

Dropping all the food onto your bed, you tightly wrap your arms around Bucky, “Thank you, Buck,” you say into his ear,

“Anything for you,” he smiles as you pull back. There’s a tension that fills the room, but it isn’t uncomfortable, it’s almost suspenseful, “So, ah,” Bucky breaks the tension, and rubs the back of his neck, “What movie?” he motions towards the tv that’s mounted opposite your bed.

“Hmm,” you think through your favourite movies, trying to decide which one you felt like, “How about... You get the popcorn ready and I’ll surprise you,”

“Sounds good to me,” Bucky nods.

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