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Today. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Again.

(Soap x GN! Reader)

Rating: Mature Wordcount: 5400 Tags: Doomed Narrative, Time Loop AU, Heavy Angst, Blood and Injury, Self-Sacrifice, Whump, Hurt Very Little Comfort, Happy Ending, (I PROMISE THERE'S A HAPPY ENDING!!) Warnings: Major character death. That's...literally the plot A/N: Hi here's the doomed timelines AU nobody asked for

Call of Duty Masterlist

Summary:

The 23rd time you meet Soap, you don’t bother to smile. You know how this ends.

“Nice to meet you, Soap.” You say for the 23rd time, words that have passed your lips in more lifetimes that you wish you didn’t remember. “I look forward to working with you.”

And I don’t look forward to watching you die.

The first time you meet Soap, it’s how you expect. 

It’s a warm spring day, the kind where you need to shed layers in the brightness of afternoon, only to don them again come sunset. He stands just beyond the shade of the barracks, awash in sunlight that seems to catch the blue of his eyes. You blink as you take him in, and it’s the only barest indication you give at the instant impression that he’s handsome.

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you. You reach for it automatically, remember yourself and offer a pleasant smile in return, along with your name. 

“Looking forward to working with you, John.” You reply, and John- Johnny, as you’d come to call him in the tender moments between you, chuckles. 

“Call me ‘Soap’.” He tells you easily, and you smile a bit wryly, tilting your head at him. 

“The hell kind of name is ‘Soap’?”

- - - - -

It’s easy to work with Soap. He has a cheery, bright demeanor to him that is immediately endearing. He’s friendly, outgoing. His smile is contagious, and the bark of his laughter becomes familiar to you. You listen and guffaw at his jokes over the comms, try vainly to hide your smile when he says them before you. 

It only makes his eyes twinkle to see you try and conceal your amusement, and that becomes familiar too- the sparkle of his irises with endless mirth. 

He catches you during your duties, sidles up beside you during weapons training, becomes the first to suggest himself as your partner during drills. The company he offers is warm, welcome, lifting the dusky heaviness of your heart into something more tender, fragile. You hold it for him, feel his grin bleed into yours, lay awake at night and sometimes think about the shake of his shoulders when you get him to laugh. 

You feel endlessly special when he devotes his time to you, feel as if Soap treats you like you’re the only person in the world. Even in the presence of others he finds ways to indulge himself in you. A nudge of his boot against yours under the table of the briefing room, tossing you an extra round of ammo as you gear up for a mission, finding an excuse to sit next to you on the chopper ride home. Soap feels like a breath of fresh air, the first taste of a cool breeze during summer, a respite from the weight of the world. 

Like two stars in orbit, you circle each other, drawing closer into the gravity of each other’s gazes. You try at first to resist, to hold yourself away from the feelings of the other sergeant, knowing at any moment that he could be taken from you. It’s written in the wheels of fate, your destinies as soldiers. If you’re lucky, if you stay alert, if you train hard enough, if chance smiles upon you, maybe you’ll both live to a day where the sound of rockets and bullet-fire doesn’t haunt your waking dreams.

Yet you can’t resist him. When you fall asleep against his shoulder after a days long mission with hardly any sleep, when he playfully grapples with you over the last slice of pizza during movie night, when he gives you that smile during a rare night off-base at the pub- how can you resist?

Gravity pulses between you when you at last fall into him, feel his breath against your lips as your fingers comb through his mohawk. He breathes the blessing of your name against the corner of your mouth in a panting gasp, flexes his fingers across the small of your back when he drags you even closer. The taste of him is honey and ale, a sweetness with a beloved bitter aftertaste, one you drink down greedily in the form of his moans against your flesh. 

When you lay in bed together after, sweaty limbs tangled together, you watch the tender, soulful smile form across the handsome planes of his face, and you know. 

He’s yours. 

There’s kisses stolen in the hangar before take off, moments hidden in the shadows of safehouses. He cups your face and lifts it to him in the aftermath of battle, smears ash against your cheek with his gloved thumb. You try to carve each moment into your heart, never fail to try and memorize the glint of his eyes, the soft slope of his smile. You know the shape of him in the darkness of his bedroom, know the sound of his voice even blinded by the brightness of his mere presence. 

Johnny is the sun- emanating a gentle, beckoning warmth from afar. Yet when you get closer you see the glory of his inferno, see the flashing burn of his eyes in the midst of battle. The solar flare of his battle cry seems to carry you like soar of Helios's chariot upwards into the heavens of his devotion. When you touch him, you’re seared, branded by his fingers as they trace sentimental sketches across the dip of your waist. You want to bask in him, feel the ember of his stare as he gazes at you silently across the table of the restaurant he takes you to for your official first date. 

“What?” You ask him, averting your eyes a little bashfully, catching his shrug in your periphery. 

“Just lookin’.” He replies with a grin, his cheek smushed as he balances on his hand. “Just seeing how pretty you are.”

You kiss him for that, and when he laughs you kiss him again. 

You kiss him a thousand times, each as sweet and passionate as the last, know the curve of his smile on your lips. You kiss him before your next mission, when he holds you against the wall of the armory and tells you how he can’t wait until you both get back. 

He doesn’t. He doesn’t come back. 

He’s looking at you in the chopper when you hear the sound of the RPG. The explosion has him backlit for all of a moment before the world is spinning, the roar of the dying engine in your ears and Price’s holler to “BAIL BAIL BAIL-!!”

You reach for the rope, glance behind you to see Soap not out of his seat- a breed of panic in his eyes unlike that you’ve ever seen from him. The jammed clasp of his strap is caught in his hands as he tugs at it desperately, and you meet his gaze for all of a moment, seeing the imminent knowledge of what comes next in his beautiful blue eyes. 

You fall, without him, are caught by the canopy of trees where the snap of branches under you muffles the distant sound of the helicopter exploding as it lands. 

You ignore Price’s orders, run desperately for the wreckage, only to be greeted by an inferno that stretches towards the sky. 

Johnny is on fire, and this time when you reach for the burn of him the flames are real. They scorch your flesh and you shout his name even as you try to reach him, already knowing it’s too late. When Ghost and the others haul you back you fall to your knees, grip the scorched earth beneath your fingers and scream.

And then you wake up. 

Warm springtime. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you.

You blink, heart still hammering in your chest, feeling the warmth of flames chase you even as songbirds sing in the trees. Yet Johnny is alive before you, whole, smiling, looking so much like the man he was when you met him for the very first time. 

“Was it a nightmare?” You ask him breathlessly, and Johnny- Soap- merely arches a bewildered eyebrow at you. 

“What?”

Nightmares, you come to learn, are so much more kind. 

It happens all as it did before. The jokes over comms, the glancing gazes over drills, the bump of elbows in the mess hall. It’s familiar, sweet, amorous…

And you know something is terribly, terribly wrong. 

Back to the start, somehow. You don’t know how, you don’t know why- but there’s no denying what has happened. Johnny died. You went back, and now you have a chance to save him. 

It’s months before the helicopter crash. You replay the scene over and over again in your mind, and you keep arriving back to the look in Johnny’s eyes as realization washed across them. Everyone who dies a sudden death is confused, scared, not ready, and the knowledge and horror you saw in his stare haunts your waking dreams. 

Yet Johnny falls in love with you just as he did before, and you fall into him so readily, desperate to accept his warmth in the wake of his death. Orpheus embracing Eurydice, you try to trace him into your skin, imbue the memory of him into the marrow of your bones and pray that you can reverse his fate. The gears of destiny tick in the back of your mind even as he stares at you over the restaurant table on the evening before your departure. 

“Just lookin’.” He tells you when you return his stare, mistaking your concern for confusion. “Just seeing how pretty you are.”

When you kiss him, you try to swallow the sob in your throat.

When you get on the helicopter, you point out his jammed strap with shaking fingers, and he blinks in astonishment. 

“Hell’s bells.” He huffs, fiddling with it before it comes loose, and it stays that way for the remainder of your journey. “That coulda been terrible, ey bonnie?”

He makes it out this time, and when he rises from the forest floor he rushes to you, cups your face in his hands and stares down with eyes glinting in concern. 

“Sweetheart.” He breathes, chest heaving with exhilaration. “Are you hur-”

He jerks back at the sound of a gunshot, and you drop automatically, crawl to him just in time to catch his hand as he reaches for you. The bullet wound at his collarbone gushes red, red, red, and your hands are coated in it as you plead, tell him he’s going to be okay-

The light fades from his eyes, still staring up at you, the last thing he sees. 

You still feel his heartbeat on your hands when you wake up. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you. You tremble, take it and see him blink in surprise when he feels the uncontrollable shake of your palm against his. 

The second time, you think it’s a fluke, a horrible prank. 

He steps on a landmine, scattered to the four winds.

The third time, you’re petrified. 

A man hidden in the darkness, he lunges for you. Johnny pushes him aside. The blade wedges between his ribs.

The fourth time, you beg destiny for answers.

You make it to the compound, the fence lights him up like a firework.

The fifth time, you try to tell him, only to find your throat clogged, unable to speak. You try to tell him a hundred more times in the months that follow, and each time the words are stolen from your breath, as if fate forbids you to inform him of his doomed destiny.

“...Nothing.” You tell him when he asks after you’ve tried to speak over the restaurant table, your food barely touched. 

Johnny shrugs. “Doesna matter, too busy looking at how pretty you are.”

You cry silently that night in his bed, while he dozes gently next to you, unaware of what awaits him. 

You can’t tell him. You don’t know how to save him. You still love him. 

He’ll forget he knows you, forget he loves you by the time he wakes up

You’ve found eight ways for Soap to die, and have taken years to defy all of them. You have to write them down everytime you wake up unless you somehow forget. The notebook is filled with scribbled reminders, ever present in your pocket even as he steals the last slice of pizza out from under you.

He doesn’t have enough ammo. Remind him to take extra clips

He put his knife on the wrong strap that he usually does, fix it for him.

He steps on the landmine fourteen steps after the creek. Stop him.

You can’t stop trying. Not when it’s him.

Yet each time you find a way to outsmart the latest execution of him, fate finds one more thing to steal him out from under you. Unstoppable, imminent, condemned to wake up and see his smiling face mere moments after his heartbeat slows to nothingness.

“I love you.” You whisper as you cradle his head in your lap, knowing he already can’t hear you, glassy eyes staring up at the sky. “I’ll see you soon.”

You burst into tears by the 19th time, buckling in on yourself much to the shock of the men around you, relaying startled looks of confusion between them. You excuse yourself, find a dark corner to fold into and sob, knowing this time you’ll fail too.

It’s Soap who finds you, sits beside you, says barely a word when you cry into his shoulder even though he doesn’t know you. Not yet. 

Falling in love with him each time is painful. Your heart beats for him and him alone, but you know it’s only a matter of time before you lose him again. You’ll go right back to the start, to him having just met you, not yet falling into gravity with you, even as you hear the tick of gears turning ever closer to the moment you’ll watch him die.

“Don’t you know me?” You want to ask him, want to bunch his shirt between your fists and let tears stream down your face. “Don’t you know you loved me?”

His smile doesn’t waver. He jokes and laughs and playfully teases you and it hurts. It’s a balm that burns, heals your heart and yet doesn’t erase the scar. He’s your only comfort, the only thing you have as you feel your soul chipped a little further each time he leaves you. You can’t tell him why you cry into his arms, can’t confess to him that you’ve seen him die more ways than you care to remember, that you’ve tried to save him in dozens of lifetimes and he doesn’t even know.

He holds you even though he doesn’t understand, hushes sweet endearments into your hair and comforts you, not knowing how this will end. 

“I love you.” He tells you softly as you hiccup against his chest, not knowing what else to say. “Ever since the moment I first saw you, I’ve loved you.”

Your tears drip into the fancy china at the restaurant he takes you to and Johnny looks afraid.

The 23rd time you meet Soap, you don’t bother to smile. You know how this ends.

“Nice to meet you, Soap.” You say for the 23rd time, words that have passed your lips in more lifetimes that you wish you didn’t remember. “I look forward to working with you.”

And I don’t look forward to watching you die.

He looks at you, blinks. His brow furrows.

“How’d you know my name?”

This time, you forget to warn him about the rigged doorway, and he vanishes in a flash and puff of smoke. 

“Don’t cry.” He wheezes when you bend over him, words pouring from your lips in a ceaseless mantra. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “I always hated watching ye cry.”

You wake up. Everything happens as it did before. You meet him, you listen to the sound of his laugh, you finish one of his jokes over the comms and he groans.

“Don’t tell me ye know that one too!” He grouses, and when you smile your chest aches with the force of thirty lifetimes. 

You place a palm against his back, unable to help yourself as you enter the compound, wanting to feel the frame of his body just one more time before destiny finds a new way to kill him. He looks at you over his shoulder, smiles even as uncertainty colors the blueness of his gaze. 

“Yer like my guardian angel.” He tells you, still smiling even after all this time. “Dannea what I’d do w’out ye.”

A grenade at the staircase. He pushes you out of the way. He doesn’t duck out of the way in time.

You close your eyes when you wake up. You can’t bear to look at him, knowing you’ll just lose him again.

You try to keep him from loving you, thinking perhaps that is the crime to warrant this eternal punishment. You can’t stop loving him, but maybe, maybe you can stop him from loving you. Maybe if you never have him to begin with, maybe you can save him. 

Yet Johnny is drawn to you anyways, sucked in by the way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, like a moth to an infant flame. He hovers at the fringes of your soul, tries desperately to find his way inside, and you can’t help but let him. He comforts you when you cry against the futility of it all, and there’s nothing you can say to him to explain. You wet his shirt with your tears, knowing it’ll be the one he dies in.

The next time, you force yourself to not speak to him, to try and avoid him at all costs, try everything to drive him away. If he never loved you to start, then maybe he’ll live. He seems pre-ordained to find a way to confess to you, ask why you hate him so, look at you through glistening eyes and ask “What did I do?”

You wonder if maybe that’s destiny too, if it’s truly Soap falling in love with you, or his strings being pulled by the same machinations that inscribe his death. 

When he asks you again, tries to approach you with flowers and apologies, and offers to take you to dinner on the eve of his death, you wheel on him in desperate fury. 

“You don’t actually love me!” You cry, face hot with tears. “Can’t you see that?! All this time it’s just- it’s just the story we’re in. Just because you’re supposed to love me doesn’t mean you do. It’s all just a fucking lie.”

Soap is stunned, too shocked to speak. In all the dozens of lives you’d lived, you’ve never ever yelled at him before. 

Hurt flashes across his eyes. His eyes drop along with his hands, the bouquet limp in his grip. The bitterness of his smile as he refuses to look at you threatens to shatter your heart like glass. 

“You hate me.” He murmurs, as if to himself. “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean tae…”

He falls silent, and eventually he walks away. 

You don’t get on the chopper this time. You can’t stand to watch him die again. 

You try to tell him again, ask him why. Why does he have to torture you like this? Why love you, why allow you to love him so deeply, only for him to leave at the end of this doomed story bound to repeat? Why would he love you?

He looks torn. He’s hurt. He wants to comfort you. He doesn’t know what to say

“Why wouldn’t I love you?” He asks in a whisper, devastated by your outburst. 

You can’t speak. You’re forbidden to tell him. You want to. You can’t.

“Bonnie-” He tries, stepping forward, trying to embrace you as if that will somehow solve everything. 

“No.” You manage, pressing backwards as he reaches for you, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Pain dances across his eyes. “Go away, Johnny.”

He leaves. 

He dies anyway. 

When you wake up, your body feels weighed down with the passage of a hundred lifetimes, and your legs fall out from under you without warning. Johnny hauls you into his arms, his blue stare flickering with concern. 

You forgot how much you love being held by him. 

This time, you don’t push him away. In fact, you never do again.

Yet things are different now. It’s subtle at first, things you take for granted. Something in this story has changed, and in turn it’s changed him. Johnny walks into rooms and seems to forget why he’s there. He asks what day it is and frowns in confusion when Ghost replies blandly for the second time that day. 

“Didn’t you already tell us this?” He asks of Price during a meeting, and Gaz’s head snaps to him, to the smartness of his tone towards your captain. 

“No.” Price responds gruffly, succinctly, and continues on. You watch Soap, see the way he doesn’t seem to understand. His fingers tap on the table, and it’s a small gesture meant to conceal the worry in his eyes- the knowledge that maybe, maybe he’s been here before.

“I saw you in a dream, once.” He tells you one night as you both clamber onto the roof of the barracks to stare at the stars. “Before I even met you.”

You stare at him, and he laughs a little nervously, rubbing at his nape. “A bit crazy, eh? Sounds like am’ off ma heid.”

You shake your head, slide your hand over his, feel your heart thump when he looks at you in surprise. “Tell me.” You whisper, and when he smiles you shudder, feel the weight of destiny press heavy on your shoulders. 

“I saw you crying.” He murmurs, and his eyes are a little distant, like he’s looking back at a life that no longer exists. “I told you not to cry.”

“Don’t cry.” He wheezes when you bend over him, words pouring from your lips in a ceaseless mantra. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “I always hated watching ye cry.”

This time, you nearly die beside him, and almost wish fate would take you too.

He has nightmares now. He thrashes in his bed, a cold sweat dampening his skin when he wakes. You ask him what it was, what vision plagues him, and he only shakes his head, eyes distant and terrified. He clings to you like he’s a little boy frightened by shadows, gazes at something you can’t see but know all the same. He doesn’t have the words, but he doesn’t need them.

You roll over one night, startled to find him wide awake, eyes unblinking as he stares at you. His voice sounds like an echo of himself, a dark magic winding through his words that sound like an all too familiar prophecy.

“I saw myself die.” He tells you, in a voice you’ve never heard- one you’ll never forget. “You were there- and then you weren’t.”

He finds bruises on himself the next morning, in the same places you watched him become riddled with bullet holes. 

You’re running out of time. You don’t know when you’ll wake up and he won’t be there. You don’t know if this will be the last time you ever see him. 

“Please.” You beg him, tugging on the straps of his vest as he steps towards the chopper. “Johnny please, don’t. Stay here. Don’t go.”

His eyes shine with worry at the sudden, fervent desperation in your words, and he opens his mouth to respond-

Only for his eyes to take on that foreign, distant stare once more.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asks, and once more you’re forbidden to tell him. 

Because you’ll die. Because I’ll be forced to watch. Because I have no way to stop it. Because I’ve seen it happen a hundred times and I can’t do it anymore.

Inevitably, you arrive here, and this singular moment in time, at the place where you’ve yet to find the part in which he survives. 

It always ends like this.

You survive the crash, fend off the ensuing ambush, weave past the landmines and the soldiers patrolling the perimeter, disable the electric fence and disarm the rigged door. You make it inside, stop him before he triggers the tripwire, disarm the pressure plate, lob the grenade back up the stairs, open fire on the door to his left before he passes it. You anticipate the reinforcements at your back, fix the radio when you signal for ex-fil, remember to give him your extra ammo. You know when the roof collapses and drag him to safety, point out the missed charge in his demolitions package, take out the turret before he even spots it-

Then you arrive here. 

“The detonator doesn’t work.” He tells you for the thirty sixth time, out of a hundred and forty eight lifetimes. You know what comes next. The chopper will get here, you will be overrun, and Johnny will kiss you one last time with an apology, push you into Gaz’s arms even as you scream. Then he’ll make his way to the control room without you all, will stay behind and make it his final, valiant act. 

Then you’ll watch the facility explode with him still inside, hear the gears of fate click and send you hurtling back to the beginning.

If you stop him, you’ll all be shot down. You’ll be the only survivor of the crash, and will see the broken bodies of your teammates join him. Or someone else will take his place, and your rescue chopper will be shot down anyways. 

There’s no escape. This is always the moment that you can’t save him from. Thirty six lifetimes and you know in just a few minutes you’ll wake up, will hear his voice begin it all again, over and over until one day you wake up and he isn’t there. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish, at your service.” He tells you with a grin, leaning forward to extend his hand to you.

You had a dream last time. You were both sitting at the restaurant table, and you spoke before he could. 

“Are you going to tell me how pretty I am?” You asked him, swallowing down grief, feeling it bloom like a macabre bouquet when the sound of his joyous laughter tickled your soul.

“Stole the words right from mah mouth.” He chuckled.

You blinked, and the seat across from you was suddenly empty. 

You close your eyes, in this moment, try once more to find the part where you all make it out alive. You try to find the part where you don’t lose him. Where you’ll go back to that restaurant and it’ll be the last time. 

You’ve had enough.

“I’m going to stay.” Soap declares, eyes grim with resolve. 

He turns to you.

You close the distance, reach up and kiss him. You tangle your fingers in his mohawk like you did the very first time, listen to his shocked gasp as you try and drink in the taste of him just one more time. Just one more time.

Honey and ale. A bittersweet goodbye. 

You snatch the detonator from his hands, raise your hands to his shoulders and push.

He topples backwards, nearly colliding with Price, and it gives you just enough time to bolt for the door leading towards the control room, locking it behind you. 

Soap screams your name, hurls himself at the door, frantic desperation coloring his beautiful blue eyes. The color of a sky in summer time, of a fresh breeze that reminds you so much of him.

There’s a nervous smile on his lips, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. He thinks it’s a prank, another joke between you two, and he says just as much, voice wavering when he asks you to unlock the door. 

“I’m sorry, Johnny.” You whisper, tears warming your eyes. “I can’t lose you again.”

Confusion makes him pause, but it’s only for a moment. 

“Open the door.” He demands then, jiggling the lock uselessly as his voice rises. “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!”

“I love you.” You whisper, raising your hand to the glass pane, your splayed palm against his closed fist and the world between them. “In this lifetime, and the one before. Ever since the day I met you, I’ve loved you, Johnny.”

He calls your name, voice cracking in desperation and he begs you to come back. You take a few more moments, and think to yourself how unkind it is that the last time you see him will be like this. Afraid, broken, desperate.

Terrified.

Just like how he was all that time ago, the first time you failed to save him.

Not this time. 

“Don’t cry.” You tell him quietly. “I always hated watching you cry.”

You leave him even as he screams after you, running in the direction of the control room. 

You don’t know this part. You’ve only ever watched Johnny or one of them vanish in this direction. You aren’t prepared for this the way you are with the rest of this story. You’re not ready for the hail of gunfire that greets you, the bullets ripping through flesh. Your blood drips red onto the floor, you run low on ammo, and yet somehow you press on.

Not this time. You think. Not ever again. You can’t take him from me any longer. I won’t allow it.

You’re limping, heavily wounded, riddled with bullet holes, chest seizing and smearing an abstract of crimson behind you as you finally make it to the control room. By the time you dispatch the remaining soldiers you’re on the floor, feeling the corners of your vision pulse red and black as the gears turn, as the clock ticks down. 

The timer has just enough time to make it out once you start it. You know you won’t be able to. 

So you watch the numbers click on the countdown, flop onto your back and cry.

You didn’t want this. 

You wanted just a little more time. Maybe you should have let him go, let him finish this if only he can wake up and not know you. Maybe you should have let him die one more time, if only to get the chance to fall asleep in his arms months into the future and past, knowing he was going to die. 

It’s too late now, and as the numbers click down, as your heartbeat thrums in your ears and your vision pulses red, you can only try to remember the feeling of his smile against your lips, the sound of his laughter, your name breathed into your skin as he wraps his arms around you, safe from destiny in his embrace.

“Ever since the moment I first saw you, I’ve loved you.”

You love him. You’ve always loved him. In this lifetime, in the hundred lifetimes before. In a thousand lifetimes to come you will still love him. Even if you go back, wake up again to that warm spring day, you know you will only love him once more.

You wish he was here, at the end, and wish that even if he was he’d find a way to live without you.

When you exhale, it’s the sound of his name, the memory of his eyes as they stare across you from the restaurant table, full of endless devotion.

The world goes dark. 

And then you wake up.

It’s bright. 

You don’t expect what comes next. 

There’s no birdsong. No springtime warmth. Only the beep of a heart monitor, the feeling of cottony sheets tucked into a hospital bed, the fluorescent glow of overhead lights. 

And the sound of a voice. 

Johnny is holding your hand, head bowed, tears falling freely down his face. 

“I did it.” He sobs, words choking his throat, shoulders trembling. 

Whole. Alive. Just like you. 

“I did it.” He cries again, looking up and finding your eyes with his that swim with emotion. When he speaks, it sounds like the weight of a hundred lifetimes presses down on him. 

“This time. This time, I saved you.”

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Rule #5 | JJK (2/2)

Summary: You strike up a fwb deal with your childhood friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: fwb au, friends to lovers, fluff, maybe a little angst (barely), SMUT

Word Count: 22k (twc:42k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, bit of jealous!jk, jk is a little dry with oc, mentions of discomfort & vulnerability, lots of discussion over ‘control’, open communication :], Taehyung is a meddler. Okay…smut warnings: so much kissing (cute & sloppy), lots of teasing, teasing use of the word ‘slut’, technically switch!oc and switch!jk, finger sucking, dirty talk and comm in general, lingerie (tearing of it too), jk is demanding but so soft, use of restraints and blindfold, boners, vaginal fingering, oral (fem rec), overstimulation, edging, multiple orgasms, multiple orgasm denials, cum eating, clit slapping, cream pie (?), protected sex, rougher with multiple positions. But still so soft. Oc describes feeling of vulnerability during sex. (positive)

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Part One

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It’s over an hour into this double date and you aren’t having a horrible time. Not an amazing time…but not a horrible time. You can see Ara is clearly into the guy across from her, he is handsome and seems to be pretty funny. Even you’ve laughed quite a bit at his playful banter with Ara.

Now, the guy across from you is not as outgoing as Ara’s date. He’s almost intimidatingly handsome, sharp eyes that come across off as judgmental. But you realized the judgmental one is you because as soon as he talks he is soft spoken and kind. He’s just a bit shy.

Chul, Ara’s date is sharing a few stories about a disastrous holiday work party last year. You and Ara both cracking up when Ren, your date, chimes in. “I just hope this year isn’t as bad.” 

“Well, maybe it won’t be if these two wonderful ladies accompany us.” He winks at Ara who just rolls her eyes, but you can see the blush on her cheeks.

“It’s summer.” She points out, “You’re already trying to plan for something so many months in advance?”

“Is it bad to be that hopeful?” Chul eyes Ara innocently and you can’t help but snort but you quickly cover your mouth.

“Sorry, sorry.” You conceal a smile, “I didn’t mean to make that sound.”

“It’s okay.” Ren chuckles quietly, “Chul really is that hopeful.” Then he leans over the table a little, eyes on you. “He’s been talking about Ara nonstop since they started chatting.”

“Oh.” You glance at Ara who is giggling to something else Chul said, “It seems like they’re hitting it off then.”

“Yeah.” Ren takes a look at the other two as well before whispering, “Should we give them some space?” 

You turn your head back to Ren with wide eyes and then decide maybe he’s right so you nod. He smiles as he stands up and gestures towards the bar instead of the table you four are currently occupying, “We can grab another drink.”

You stand as well and you both make it to the bar top and take a seat at the stools, “I don’t think they even noticed that we left.” You laugh.

“Highly doubt it.” Ren shakes his head gently, “He was nervous to come by himself, honestly. So he asked me to come too.” Then his eyes expand, “But I mean, after seeing your photo it’s not like he had to force me.”

You giggle at this, “It’s okay. I get it.” 

He relaxes, “If I’m being honest with you…I’m kind of going through a break up.”

“Ah really?” You tilt your head, “Rough breakup?”

“Yes and no.” He sighs out, smile tugging at his lips. “It was clean and mutual but for some reason that’s what’s making it feel so rough.” He laughs. “Sorry, probably not the topic of conversation you are wanting to have.”

“Can I be honest too?” You show him a crooked smile and he nods. “I wasn’t necessarily thrilled about going on a double date. Like, in general.” You decide to clarify, “Nothing against you, of course. I’m also helping out a friend.” And he nods in understanding since he’s doing the same thing. “But it feels strange for some reason. Being here.”

“Strange?” He lifts his brows in concern, “Did I do something?”

You’re quick to wave your hands around, shaking your head. “No. No.”

“Then?”

“Fine, I’ll tell you but you cannot tell anyone.” You chuckle to yourself, “Well, not Ara, anyway.”

Ren eyes you curiously, “Are you seeing someone else?” He guesses almost correctly.

“Yes and no.” You repeat his answer from earlier. “It’s complicated but not complicated.” You shrug now, “I have a friends with benefits?” 

“That’s a question?” He grins at you. “But wow, good luck with that.”

“Good luck?” You ask, amused.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I mean, unless your relationship is strictly the benefits and hardly friends then I guess it could work.”

You blink at him before your cheeks heat up and you frown, “He’s one of my best friends actually. Not to mention my friend since we were kids. Super close.”

“Then I will emphasize my ‘good luck’ because you’ll need it.” He chuckles. “Be prepared for chaos.”

“Actually that’s highly unlikely.” You say confidently. “We have rules in place. So things don’t get chaotic. Everything is under control.”

“Rules?” He raises a single brow, “Which are?”

“Well,” You look up, trying to recall the rules. “First one is that we can’t tell anyone and the sec—”

“—Didn’t you just break the first rule?” He snorts, “No offense, but I don’t feel confident in your other rules now. You’re probably breaking those too.”

“Wow,” You look at him, surprised. “How dare you call me out? I thought you were shier than this?”

“Well, considering we’ve been honest about why we’re here, I feel more comfortable” He smiles at you.

“So comfortable that you can tease me like that?” You laugh, “But you’re the first person I’ve told!”

“Regardless of your other rules,” Ren softens, “Going out on a date feels strange? Are you not overthinking yet? You know, the ‘why’?” 

“Why would I?” You ask and Ren studies you for a moment. He doesn’t know you like that but why do you look so genuine, like you really don’t understand.

“How would you feel if he was out right now? With someone else?”

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah.”

“He wouldn’t.” You shrug, “He—”

“—Maybe that’s why you aren’t overthinking it.” He realizes, “Because you feel like you don’t have to worry about him getting busy with someone else. And this double date doesn’t have meaning for you so what’s to overthink, huh?” He chews on his bottom lip, “But does he know you’re here? How would he feel?”

“He…” You pause, trying to really think about it. Well, he wouldn’t mind. Just a week ago you were both going to hook up with other people. He doesn’t get jealous. He doesn’t care. “He wouldn’t care.” You finally say, “He would probably brush it off.” 

“Because he knows the context or because he doesn’t care if you see someone else?” Ren questions you, small grin. “Because those are two different things. And if he finds out, do you think he will assume the context? That you’re just here for you friend. Or will he assume you’re wanting to see other people?” 

“Why do I feel like I’m speaking to a therapist?” You joke.

Ren laughs, apology in his eyes. “Sorry, sorry. It’s easier to focus on someone else’s problems instead of my own.” 

“Oh, right. Your clean but rough break up.” 

“Exactly. Together two years but going on different paths.”

“Ah,” You nod in understanding. “Aka, you’re still in love but the logical decision is to part ways.”

“Exactly.” Ren looks shy again. “What’s the saying? Right person wrong time?” 

“I guess they say that for a reason.”

“I feel like we should probably order a drink now.” Ren chuckles, “And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

~

It’s a little after 9 when the double date comes to an end. Ara is definitely giving you the look. She’s totally going to spend more time with Chul so you give her a hug and wave bye to the two men. Ren was super nice the entire evening. You two continued to talk at the bar but it’s clear there isn’t anything there between you both. You’re relieved he wasn’t interested either.

Once in your car you try to decide what to do—go home or call Jungkook. You’re honestly proud but upset with yourself, for yesterday. You loved teasing him but his offer to finger you quickly in his closet also sounded tempting and nothing feels better than Jungkook making you come. 

You won’t lie…you feel a little needy and getting touched by Jungkook sounds like the perfect Saturday night. Plus, you kind of wore what you’re wearing for a purpose. You perhaps planned ahead—you’re wanting to see Jungkook. Pulling out your phone from your bag, you find Jungkook’s name and press ‘call’. It’s ringing and ringing and you think he won’t answer. Maybe he’s busy? Then Ren’s words from earlier make you stomach do its usual twisting. No, he wouldn’t be out with someone else.

“Hello?” He finally answers. He’s quiet and his voice came out in a mumble. Maybe he was asleep..

“Hey.” You respond, “Were you sleeping?”

“No.” He says simply. “What’s up?” Still mumbling.

“Well,” You press the phone harder to your ear, his voice is too quiet. “Are you busy?”

“Nah.” 

“Okay…” You say slowly, “Want to hang out?”

He silent on the other end, soft breaths barely even heard. “Hello?” You check to see if he’s still there. “Jungkook?”

“What?” He asks with a bite to his voice. “What’s up?”

“No, I was just seeing if you wanted to hang out, jeez, never mind then.” You respond equally annoyed.

“No, wait.” He sighs out, “Sorry, I was just—sure, you can come here if you want.” He tells you.

“If I want?” You frown to yourself, “I’ll only go if it’s what you want.”

“You’re so annoying, y/n.” He kind of laughs to himself but it’s distant. “Yeah, I want you to come over.” 

“Hmm,” You try to tease him, it sounds like he’s in a bad mood. Maybe he had a long day. “I don’t know.” You hum. “Should I?”

“Yeah,” He tells you dryly.

You try to brush it off, “Okay, well, I’m actually nearby so I’ll be there in like ten.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You take a breath, “See you soon.”

“Just let yourself in.” He says before hanging up.

Well, okay. You’re wondering if he had to go into work today and it was long and stressful…hopefully seeing you could make him feel a little better. He can get moody sometimes so it’s not like you aren’t used to it. But it always sucks when he’s dry with you.

Before you know it, you’re entering his apartment. It’s dark inside, all of the lights turned off in the living room as well as the kitchen. Once you’ve slipped your shoes off you start walking towards the back, a soft glow coming from the long hallway where his bedroom is located. You get closer to his bedroom, his door only cracked open, where the only light in his apartment is spilling through.

You gently push it open and see Jungkook laying on his bed, propped up on the pillows while he scrolls through his phone. His eyes lift from his phones screen and checks you out shamelessly but he keeps his face neutral.

“Nice dress. New?” He asks before his eyes go back to his phone.

“Oh.” You look down at your outfit.  A black dress that falls right above your knees, it hugs your body in all the right ways with a revealing neckline. “Yeah, I was shopping around before I came over yesterday.” You tell him.

“Right.” He answers, eyes on his phone. “Cool.”

“Yeah.” You say the word slowly, eyeing him as you continue to stand by the doorway. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook sighs before clicking his phone off and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up, “I’m great.” He says with a straight face.  “What about you?”

“I’m good.” You walk closer to the bed, hesitantly looking at the spot next to him before taking a seat. “You seem annoyed.” 

Jungkook chuckles dryly, “What, that’s crazy.” 

“Jungkook—”

“—But enough about me,” He turns his head towards you and smiles. “How was your date?”

Your eyebrows climb up your forehead in surprise, “Huh?” You blink at him. “How…how did you know about that?”

“Taehyung.” He keeps his eyes on you. “He mentioned it last night after you left.”

“Taehyung?” You look more confused.

“Ara told him, I guess.” He shrugs, “Anyway, how was it?”

“It—”

“—You look really nice. Bet the dude was all over you, huh?” His expression is completely unreadable but you’re trying to understand his annoyance. You can read into it that much.

“He wasn’t.” You furrow your brows, “It really—I’m sorry…” You shake your head just slightly. “Are you mad about this?” 

“Do I look happy?” He narrows his eyes. “You didn’t even tell me.”

“It wasn’t…I didn’t think it would matter?” You mumble, “I didn’t think it was something you’d mind?”

Jungkook’s eyes somehow narrow more, a look of disbelief on his face. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.” You answer, your own annoyance starting to build. “Why should—”

“You know what,” Jungkook releases a long puff of air, his eyes leaving yours to stare down at his lap. “I mean, you’re right. Why should I mind? It’s always been clear I have no control over you and what you do, who you see—”

“Oh my god,” You huff out, eyes rolling. “You realize controlling someone like that is bad, right?”

His eyes widen before he’s snapping his head to face you, “No, no. I know.” He rushes to say, “Not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean?” 

“That,” He stares at you, his eyes are now doe like and innocent and you see some guilt swirling in them. “I don’t know.” He admits. 

“You don’t like that you didn’t know I was on a date with someone?” You ask him directly.

“Yeah, no, I did not like it.” He tells you honestly. “Not just that I didn’t know. I don’t like that you went out with someone in general.” 

“Oh.” You nod your head a little, trying to understand. He doesn’t look away from you, his eyes boring into yours and you stare back just as intently. 

You didn’t think he would care. Especially because this double date wasn’t like…it was literally meaningless and for Ara. But he doesn’t know that. You continue to look at him before softening, “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He tells you. “I’ve been sleeping with you for like 4 months now. Kind of hate the idea of sharing at this point.” He scoffs to himself before glancing down again, his voice gone quieter. “You make me feel like I don’t have any control over anything.” 

You frown a little at his words, “Jungkook…” Your hand goes to his thigh. “Last week you didn’t care though? If we—”

“—I knew damn well we weren’t actually going to hook up with anyone else.” He cuts in, looking dejected.

“Oh.”

“I might not be cut out for this kind of arrangement.” He tells you, eyes still on his lap. “I thought I was but finding out you were out with someone else made me feel like…” He looks back up, contemplating his words. “Like you’re just playing with me.” 

You push your head back, confusion on your features. “I’m not.” You say quickly. “God, I would never—”

“—I know.” He cuts you off, “But I’m so into what we do but you aren’t satisfied with me?” He looks hurt as he asks that. “You feel the need to—” “—No.” You squeeze his thigh. “It wasn’t a real date or anything. It was just for Ara…the guy and I both made it clear we weren’t interested in one another. Seriously, Jungkook.” You gaze at him, trying to get your words across. “I’m telling the truth.”

“Not a real…date?” He questions you, “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think to say anything because it was barely on my mind!” You lean into him, “Seriously, Jungkook. I don’t want you to feel like I’m not enjoying this.” You squeeze his thigh again. “I am. More than anything else right now.”

He raises a brow at you, his expression looking less serious. “Yeah?” 

“Yes.” You nod. “So…” You start nibbling on your lips, feeling anxious now. “Don’t say something like you aren’t cut out for this…we’re having fun, right? You’re enjoying it too, right?”

He looks wary to answer for a moment. 

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah.” He blurts, “I am but I think this whole day I had a different mindset and it kind of fucked with me.” Jungkook admits, “I really don’t want to share what we’re doing with anyone else. Is that unfair? Plus, it’s safer that way…” He glances to the side, “But I just feel like I have no reigns over you.” 

You stare at him before your lips curve into a subtle smirk, “Is this because you want to make me feel I only belong to you, Jungkook?” 

He look taken aback, head already shaking. “I told you, I’m not saying I want to—”

“Do you want to make yours tonight then?” You ask, your voice calm, which only makes him more nervous.

“What are you talking about?” He whispers, brows pinched together.

“You feel like you have no sense of control when you’re with me, right?” 

“Okay…” He says slowly.

“Then I’ll give you the control.” Your hand leaves his thigh. “Tonight.”

He leans in a little, eyes boring into yours before he softens, “That’s what you mean…” He pauses. “No.”

“No?”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“There’s always going to be a little discomfort when it comes to vulnerability.” You tell him. “But it’s not like I haven’t fantasized about it. You’re the only one who comes to mind too, when I think about something like that.” You look off to the side, feeling a little embarrassed for admitting that. You aren’t sure you’re a fan of giving up the control to someone else but when you fantasize when you’re alone, the thought of Jungkook makes your body set itself on fire.  

Jungkook is quiet as he stares at you, his eyes studying your face with such intensity. “You want to let me have my way with you?” He asks in a whisper. “You want me to be in charge of your pleasure?” 

“Believe it or not, but you’ve been in charge of my pleasure for a while.” Your eyes go back to him.

“How so?” He looks down at your lips before going back to your eyes. 

“Since you’re the reason for it.” You give a small shrug, “No one else has been a reason for so long.” 

“Ah, right.” He smiles, “Around 4 months, huh?”

“Something like that.” You admit and his brows pull together before you speak again. “Don’t overthink that.”

“You want to be mine tonight?” He asks, genuinely. “Because if you give me that permission…god, are you really letting me have that kind of power, y/n?” 

“I’m giving you tonight.” You say. “To do whatever you want with me. I’ll be good for you. Just like how you want.” You have a teasing glint in your eye. Like you’re mocking him but you’re also so serious.

His fingers go to your jaw, “You’re always good for me, baby. Believe it or not.” Jungkook smirks and your stomach twists. Again. But the way your stomach is turning isn’t totally uneasy. It’s flopping and making you feel something so strange as it shakes up. You want to think it’s nerves but instead it feels like excitement. 

“What exactly do you want to do?” You lean into his touch.

“I want to see you like I’ve never seen you.” He leans in more, his lips ghosting yours. “I want to see you completely lost, completely gone, completely fallen apart. Completely mine.” 

“Why do you want me like that so badly?” You whisper against his lips, your eyes beginning to shut. 

“Because I’m the only one who will know that side of you, right?”

“You think no guy has ever had me—”

“—No.” He stops you from finishing that, his lips pressing against yours. He’s kissing you slow before pulling back, lips still brushing yours. “Because you only want me to have you, don’t you?”

You exhale a deep breath, your hands going to his neck, fingers gripping his hair as you push your lips against his. Kissing him while  breathy moans get shared between you both. You feel needy as you slip your tongue into his mouth, your fingers lost in his hair and an undeniable ache between your legs.

Jungkook’s hands are all over your waist and hips and finally one hands slips behind your neck as well as he deepens the kiss more passionately. He groans into your mouth when he feels how your hand slides down and you cup him over his sweats. He pulls away from you, breathless and you can’t help but look disappointed.

“You really want this?” he asks, eyes on you. “My way?”

“Yes.” You breathe out, “Fuck, yes. I want this, Jungkook—I want you, I want you so badly.”

“Tell me a word you’ll remember.”

“What?”

“A word. Safe word.”

“A safe…” You mumble, “Uh,”

“It’s just so I know if it’s too much, baby. I won’t do anything to hurt you.” His expression loses some of its lewdness as he stares at you. “I’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable, y/n. I just want you to feel good. But if it’s too much, I want you to tell me.”

“Then I’ll just tell you.” You say, “Who says I’ll remember a word if you’re making me fall apart for you, Jungkook.” 

“You’re talking like you know I will.” He smirks, lewd expression returning. 

“I know you will.” You bite your lips before speaking so slow, the teasing only continuing. “Do you want to fuck me like I’m your slut?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words. Oh. You’re teasing him. Maybe even mocking but it’s working for him. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, taking his time to breathe. Fuck, you’re something else. “Would you let me?” a sly grin grows on his face. “Hm? Would you let me treat you,” His hand goes to your thighs where the dress rides up, his fingers inch closer to your core. You still, breath hitched as his fingers find the band of your underwear and he dips inside. “Like you’re mine?” Two fingers rub at your clit and he smirks at the wetness that’s pooled. “Someone who is dirty for me? Nasty?” He asks slowly with his deep voice before he’s pulling his hand away and putting his two fingers to your lips.

You glance down at his fingers before your big eyes go to his dark one. “You’re the one who wants me to fuck you like a slut yet you can’t suck on my fingers?” He teases you, softly nudging your lips apart. “I thought you said you’d be good for me, baby.”

You keep quiet, eyes still on him as you let his fingers push through your mouth. Your taste spreads instantly, your tongue recognizing your flavor. You finally lick at his fingers before sucking on them. 

“Do you taste good?” He asks you, “You look a little shy like this, y/n.” Jungkook pulls his fingers back, the wet digits outlining yours lips. “You’d rather taste my cum, huh?”

The corner of your lips lift before you answer, “I hope you’d let me.”

“Let you?” He quirks a brow, “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t let you do.”

“Okay.” Your hands go to his chest, before you lean forward and give him a simple kiss. “Then there is nothing I won’t let you do to me too.” You whisper against his lips, “In fact, I am hoping you do everything to me, Jungkook.” 

“If I’m lucky you’ll say something like that to me again.” He sighs out when your hand goes back to the bulge in his sweats. “And again.” He closes his eyes now. “And again.” You rub his erection over the clothing, the feeling of it hard beneath your palm. “All,” His breaths become more bated, “The fucking time.” 

“If I’m lucky,” You plant another kiss to his parted lips. “Then you’ll make me want to say it to you over and over.”

Jungkook releases a long breath before opening his eyes again, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, guiding your hand away from his body. “What are you wearing under this outfit of yours?”

“Something you’ll like.” You admit almost sheepishly, “It might have been a part of my shopping yesterday.”

“That I’ll like?” His eyes scan your figure, “Yet you wore it on your date?”

“Didn’t wear it for him.” You nudge your nose against his, “Not saying I’m wearing it for y—”

“—No, no…” Jungkook’s hands go to your waist, “I want you to tell me the truth. Did you wear it for me?”

“I’m just saying I know you’ll like it.” You lean away from him a little, eyes looking playful. 

“I’ll play along, babe.” Jungkook’s fingers go to your thighs again, his fingers riding up your dress even more, fingers working up your thigh when his expression shifts when he notices something. “But with how this night is going to go, I want you to know that you’ll be admitting every little thing you do that is to please me.” 

“You sound confi—”

“—I want you to take off your clothes. Leave on whatever it is you think I’ll like so much. And then lean back on the bed for me.” Jungkook’s hands leave your body and he’s standing from the bed. “I’ll be back.”

Your eyes follow him as he goes into his closet and you’re quickly standing as well. You go to unzip your dress, shrugging it off your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Leaving you in nothing but the lingerie you bought.

You look down at your body, fingers tugging on different parts of the lingerie because suddenly you’re feeling more nervous. Not bad nervous. Thrilled nervous. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, an undeniable warmth surrounding you but god, it feels exciting. You make your way onto Jungkook’s bed, propping yourself up as you lean back on his pillows. One leg down while the other is up, bent at the knee. Then you slide it back down. Then up again. Okay, maybe you are nervous, nervous.

Your eyes trail down your body again, making sure all the lace material is sticking to you in the right ways when you notice the closet light turning off and Jungkook is making his way out. His eyes are on his hands as he inspects the box he’s holding. He comes to the foot of the bed, “Okay,” He starts, “Took me a second to find what I was look—” He lifts his head to lock eyes with you but he’s lost the words he was wanting to say. Lips slightly parted as his eyes widen at the sight. “Oh, fuck.” He swallows.

You stare at him, breaths getting stuck in your throat. “Is that good or bad?” Your hands go to hug yourself a little. He stares back before rolling his head back and he chuckles.

“In what world would that be a bad thing?” He laughs out, his voice sounding deep. “You were right though.” He takes a breath before looking at you again. “I do like what you’re wearing. A lot.” 

A small smile begins spreading on your lips before your hands go to your sides, “Oh.”

“I change my mind. Come here, to me. Stand up my pretty girl.” He orders you softly, your body tingling. “I need to see you properly.”

“Jungkook…” You glance to the side, “That feels—”

“—It feels like what I want.” He cuts you off, his eyes darkening. “So be good for me and come here.”

Well, this is what you asked for. You take a deep breath before lifting yourself from his mattress and you try to feel confident even though his eyes are glued to you…it feels like he’s sinking his teeth into every inch of skin your body offers. 

“You know, when you look shy like this it only makes me want to have more fun with you, you know that, right?” He smirks, eyes going to your eyes finally. 

“I’m not shy.” You mumble, “I’m just…” 

“I know.” He softens, he drops the box he’s been holding to his bed before his hand reaches out for you. “Now come here.”

You stand from the bed, legs slowly taking you closer to him. He keeps his hand extended for you and you finally reach for it and he guides you closer and closer. “Let me just look at you.” He says, eyes leaving yours.

Jungkook sees the black straps that cling to your shoulders, raking them lower to see how this lacey black bra is completely see through. He bites down onto his bottom lip, seeing how your nipples poke through the material. His eyes go lower, a brow raising for a moment when he sees the black garter belt wrapped around your waist, above your black and completely see through panties. 

“Hm.” His fingers reach to touch the garter belt, he traces one of the suspenders down to where it connects with the lace garter around your thigh. “I knew I felt this when I touched you earlier.” He hums, referring to the garter. “It’s why I asked what you were wearing.”

“I figured.” You say quietly. Breaths bated.

“You look so beautiful.” He tells you just as quiet, “But I need you to turn around for me.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks, your own teeth nibbling your lips and Jungkook suddenly looks amused.

“Embarrassed?” He muses, “Here.” He reaches for your hand and lifts it above your head. “Spin for me, baby.”

You exhale a deep breath…you know he’s going to like this. But you feel fucking exposed like this. “Okay.”

You turn slowly, feeling his eyes on your backside. His hand leaves yours before both his hands come to your shoulders and he’s leaning forward, lips pressing against your shoulder. “I thought so.” He whispers. “A thong, huh?” Jungkook chuckles darkly, “Your ass looks amazing.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, cheeks still on fire. 

“Mhm.” He says, his hands brushing down your back before he’s cupping your ass in his hands. “You know how badly I want to fuck you?”

“Then fuck me.”

“No.” Jungkook steps away from you, hands going to your shoulders again when he turns you around to face him. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?” You gaze at him, “Don’t tell me something like you want to take your time with me?” You tease. Jungkook lightly scoffs, his hands dropping and fingers curving around your waist.

“That wasn’t going to be my answer but it also works.” He whispers, his eyes are filling with something you don’t totally recognize. “But,” One of his hands leave your waist, fingers trailing up your body before he’s got his fingers brushing one of your cheeks. “My original answer is that I have to ruin you first. Get you so desperate that you’re begging and crying for my cock.” He tells you slowly, fingers still stroking your cheek. “Get you saying and doing anything I want.”

You lick your drying lips, heart rate speeding up in your chest. “You think you’re capable of that?” You aren’t even challenging him. You’re genuinely asking.

“It’s for me.” His fingers stop stroking your cheek, instead he cups your jaw before leaning in and placing a long kiss to your lips. You close your eyes, staying closed even when he pulls away from you. “I think you’d be surprised what you might do for me.” 

Eyes opening as you stare into him. Your breaths aren’t as even as you’d like, his words always make your body react even when your brain tells you to calm down. But he might be right. You are also questioning it…what all would you do if it’s with Jungkook?

“Now you can lay on the bed.” He tells you, backing away from your body when he glances down at the mattress where he placed the box he got from the closet. “Once you’re laying down, put your hands together above your head.”

Your hearts stops. “W-What? Why?” 

“Because it’s what I want?” He looks at you, “And you trust me, right?”

You sigh out, “Okay, yeah.”

“Then lay down. Put your hands together. And put them above your head.” He grabs the small box from the bed, opening the top and you see exactly what you figured. “Also, have your legs spread a little.”

You can’t help but swallow hard, your knee lifting to the mattress as you make your way to the head of the bed, laying down against his pillows. You look down at your hands, hesitantly connect your wrists before slowly raising them above your head. You see how your chest rises and falls heavily, your breaths coming out almost harshly—the anticipation is killing you. 

Jungkook sets the box down, his fingers inside, moving some things around before he’s pulling out a couple of things. You gulp, knowing this was his plan…your hunch was correct. He’s got some silky material rolled up before he unravels it, smile on his face, looking satisfied. He sets it down before pulling out something else silky. You aren’t dumb. You can recognize a proper blindfold anywhere.

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook lifts his eyes to you, “We won’t jump into this quite yet. Got to get you comfortable first with the idea…but this…” He grabs the other silky material from the bed, unraveling it further. “We can start here.”

You take a deep breath before nodding your head. Jungkook smiles at you before he closes the box and sets it down onto the floor. He grabs the two items he took from the box and walks to your side of the bed. “Okay,” He sets the blindfold down onto nightstand. “It’s very convenient my head board is like this, huh?” 

“I’m starting to think you bought it like this for this reason now.” You tease him, your hands resting against his steal railing head board. 

“Nah,” He shrugs cutely, “I like the style. But like I said, very convenient.” He leans over you, grabbing your wrists gently. “Also, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined you like this when I bought it.” 

You laugh, “You bought it like two years ago.” 

“And?” He chuckles, bringing the silk restraints to your wrists, wrapping the material somewhat tightly around them. “If you think I only started imagining what it would be like to fuck you since a few months ago then you are gravely mistaken.” He ties the ribbon tighter, then he is lifting your hands a little higher, “Tying you to the bed now.” He says, making a knot around the steal rail.

“You…thought of me—”

“—What can I say?” He pulls your wrists away from the rail, making sure the restraints are secure. “I’m a man with taste.” 

Your breaths become a little heavier, a flame burning at your skin. “Oh.” Then you crack a smile when he leans back and gazes at you. “You must be horny if you admitted that.”

“Well, I am fucking horny. Look at you.” He chuckles, his hand going to his sweats, trying to adjust them. “But you should know I admit anything I want whenever I want.”

“Question for you,” You roll your lips together, “You aren’t going to wear all of that right?” You nod towards him, “I would prefer if you lost some clothes.”

Jungkook’s lips curve up, “Would you? Hm,” He lifts his shirt off his body, “I can give you a little bit of a view, I guess.”

“Pants too?” You ask him innocently, making him exhale a long breath.

“Keeping my briefs on.” He narrows his eyes, “It’s only fair. You’d be wearing more than me at that point.”

“That’s fine with me.” You bite your lip, “At least I can see your thighs like that.”

“Oh?” He chuckles, “Yeah, you’ve gotten off on them a few times, huh?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes drop to his lower half when he starts dragging his sweatpants off. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Jungkook pauses, mouth falling open in slight surprised. “You think so?” He asks before slowly finishing taking off the pants, kicking them away.

“Of course.” You nod, “You’ve always been cute.”

“Nah, you said hot just now. Not cute.”

“You’re both.”

“Hm, okay.”

“Um,” You pull at the restraints for a moment, “I have an itch.”

Jungkook raises his brows before laughing, “Tell me where.”

“Left cheek.” You whine, “Hurry.”

He leans down a little, fingers going to your cheek before you whine again, “My left.”

“Oh.” He laughs, “Okay.” He’s scratching your other cheek and you sigh in relief. “Is it fucked up that even seeing how you feel good from just that made me want to fuck you more?”

You snort, “Jungkook, what the hell?”

“I mean, because of the noise you made.” He explains, “Can you see how hard I am already?” He looks down at his crotch, your eyes following. You definitely see a bulge. “It’s too bad you’re not allowed to touch me for some time.” 

“You know, as much as I love talking to you…you do have me here, in these kinds of clothes…with my hands tied together to your bed…and you haven’t done anything to me yet?” 

“Maybe I’m giving you time to get comfortable with it.” He smiles at you. “Nothing matters to me more than your comfort. But if that’s you saying you’re ready for this night to begin…then I am happy to oblige.”

“Then oblige.” You take a deep breath. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

Jungkook laughs a little, his hand going to your thigh, fingers sliding down until he’s wrapping them around your ankle. “Didn’t I tell you to spread your legs?” He asks, tugging your leg closer to him. “We’re barely getting started and you don’t even know how to listen…thought you were going to be good for me?” His fingers unwrap from your ankle before they travel up your thigh again. 

“I am…” You sigh out, his fingers playing with the garter. “Not sure I’d let anyone else do this to me…ever.”

“What happens when you like it?” He asks lowly, fingers now barely skidding across your hips. 

You slowly close your eyes at the feeling, “I would just have to keep coming back to you.” You say. Jungkook pauses his ministrations, his eyes shooting towards your face when he looks at you with a certain hopelessness that you completely miss.

“And I’d probably never turn you away.” He whispers, fingers going back to touching you. 

You lift your lids to eye him, “Probably?”

He smirks, “Oh, should I tell you that I definitely wouldn’t turn you away?”

“It’s preferred.” You say before your body tenses. “Oh.”

Jungkook’s fingers have made their way to your breasts, the thin material does little to stop the feeling he’s causing. The tip of his finger circles around your covered nipple…Jungkook stares down at you, your chest rising at his touch, back arching and head falling more into the pillows behind you.

“Prettiest girl.” He tells you, his own breaths picking up. You think this is one of those times he is saying it without him trying to sound teasing. Maybe he was right. With the way he’s staring down at you, maybe he does mean it. And that just makes your body feel even more on fire.

“Jungkook…” The breathless way you say his name makes him shut his eyes and sigh out. 

“I know.” Is all he says before he maneuvers his way onto the bed with you, his knees between your spread thighs as he leans down, arms on either side of you. “y/n.” 

Jungkook’s face is just inches from yours…you wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in so you can kiss him but…you fucking can’t. His eyes dart up where he sees you slightly pulling at the restraints on instinct. “Already?” His lips turn up. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” 

“Jung—”

His lips connect with yours, soft against your mouth but still so firm in the way that makes your toes curl. He moves his lips against you slowly, his breaths and taste feel hypnotizing, as if your inability to touch him has made you focus only on his lips. You felt tense at first but the moment he sighs into your mouth, you feel the way you melt. Body turning to goo on his mattress. 

Jungkook pulls away for a moment, eyes studying your face with such a lascivious expression. His hand comes to your jaw and he angles it up towards him, eyes growing heavy. “You need to breathe.” He tells you nice and slow.

You blink at him, not realizing you had even been holding your breath. You breathe out a heavy puff of air, your own eyes half lidded and furrowed brows. “I wish I could touch you.” 

“I know.” He licks his lips, “I love your touch.” His fingers grip your jaw a little tighter, turning your face to the side. He leans in, mouth at your ear. “I get so fucking weak when you touch me.” 

Jungkook lowers his head more, lips going right below your ear before he kisses it. Then a little lower, more kisses. Your eyes flutter shut at the softness of his lips, breaths still heavy. But your brows really pinch together when he starts sucking on your skin, teeth nipping and you release a moan in response. One hand on your jaw and the other behind your neck as he continues kissing and sucking. You squirm beneath him, toes curling in and out and your wrists softly pulling the restraints again. 

The hand on your jaw lowers until you feel him massaging one of your breasts, thumb brushing against your nipple and you start to close your thighs around him from how good you feel, the ache between your legs only growing stronger.

“No.” Jungkook lifts his face, eyes going to yours. “I don’t think so.” His fingers travel to your inner thigh. So fucking close but not close enough. “Spread them again.” He softly demands, fingers pushing your thigh away from him. 

“Jungkook.” You look up at him, the way he’s hovering over you makes you feel so helpless.

“Yes baby?” He leans down, nudging his nose with yours. “Be a little more patient,” He whispers, “Because the more impatient you act…the more I will make you wait.” 

Your breaths are erratic now, your expression shifting into something more desperate than before. “It’s not my fault.” You whimper and he swears the way you sounded makes him want to forget all of this and just fuck you, fast and rough. 

“I know it’s not your fault.” He shuts his eyes, body lowering itself closer to you. “It’s mine.” He says it so proudly, lips colliding with yours, the action rougher than before. You react quickly, kissing him back harder. His hand is at your jaw again, tight and possessive. He barely pulls away, lust completely taken over as he traces your bottom lip with his tongue. God, the action feels so lewd. 

You’re struggling beneath him, body on fire from his touch, his kiss, his expression, his smell, his taste. You feel completely out of your element, helpless as you let him do whatever he wants, taking his fucking time and making you lose your mind.

Jungkook smirks at you, planting one more kiss to your lips before he starts kissing down your chest. Your heaving chest, with a lace bra that does nothing to cover your tits. His hands are busy, lifting the bra above your breasts, his kisses landing everywhere, tongue flicking your sensitive nipple. You arch your back more, breathy moans beginning to slip out. 

He doesn’t stop there, he continues kissing down your stomach, in all the places the garter belt doesn’t cover. Hands gripping your hips tightly, stopping you from moving them so much. You look down at him and bite down onto your bottom lip, hard. His hair is messy, falling into his dark eyes that concentrate on your body. 

You watch him, breathless, anticipating for his lips to find your wet cunt so you can finally feel some sort of relief but much to your dismay…he completely skips over your center. His fingers continue to dig into your hips as he lowers himself more, biting at your thighs as you whine for him.

“Jungkook…fuck, please.” You struggle to hide your desperation now. “Please, Jungkook. I need you. I don’t know if I can handle this pace anymore…please…” 

Jungkook does stop…a smile forming on his lips as he lifts his head to look up at you. “Did you finally just beg? Properly? For the first time?”

You continue to bite your lips, hips still trying to move but he’s firm in holding you down. 

“You did.” He tells you, clearly satisfied. “Okay, babe. I think it’s time I give you what you want.”

Thank fucking goodness because you are honestly feeling pathetic at this point. And you hate that it makes your lower belly swirl in desire because Jungkook looks so fucking pleased with it.

His fingers go to your inner thighs, his eyes glued to your pussy, the see through panties showing him everything. “Spread your legs further apart.” He orders and you listen. Jungkook’s fingers get closer, trailing slowly towards the most sensitive part your thighs have to offer. 

He takes one finger and barely brushes it over your underwear. Your hips buck up, a soft cry leaving your lips. “Fuck, Jungkook.” You moan. 

He bites his lip, eyes concentrated on you. His fingers pull your underwear to the side, exposing your wet heat that immediately makes him gulp. “Fucking hell, y/n.” He struggles to breathe evenly, “I can’t believe I was worried today. Look at what I do to you.” His cheeks are blazing. “I’m the only one who can do this to you, aren’t I? With you spread like this, your pussy is on display for me.” He keeps the underwear pushed to the side as his other hand come towards you, a single finger touches you. You tense, once again feeling so helpless. 

Jungkook gently strokes your pussy with his one finger, getting it soaked in your juices. You feel like this one motion alone could have you trembling. He uses two fingers now, the digits exploring everything between your folds. You’re unable to keep quiet, being touched by him feels like heaven. You shut your eyes, hips circling.

Jungkook keeps playing with you, his fingers finally lowering until he’s toying with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip, waiting so fucking patiently to feel him enter you. And he does, both of his fingers push inside and you let out a long, drawn out moan. He momentarily looks away from your heat, eyes going to your face when he sees how fucked out you look.

“Do you know how much I love your pussy?” He asks you, the tone of his voice makes you clench around his fingers. “So fucking much. Love eating it, making you come on my tongue.” 

Your wrists pull at the restraints again, the urge to just push his head down with your hands and pull his hair as he eats you out is strong. But of course you cannot. He smiles when he sees you open your eyes to gaze down at him. His fingers begin sliding in and out of you, your walls tight around them before he’s curling them…you finally feel more of a relief. 

“I know exactly what you like, hm?” 

“Yes.” You sigh, content that you’re finally being touched like this.

He keeps moving his fingers expertly before his face comes closer to your core, he breathes you in and licks his lips. “I want to cover your pretty pussy in my cum…” He breathes out roughly, “I bet you’d love that, huh?” His fingers move faster.

“Yeah, I would…” You admit, biting your lip to conceal a smirk. “I would love to have your cum anywhere on me.”

“Yeah?” He looks up at you, nose so close to brushing against your clit. “Hmm…” 

“Jungkook…” Your eyes roll around, pleasure building but you want more. You’re about to tell him but he’s not dumb, he knows exactly what you want. And he gives it to you. His tongue is suddenly dipping between your folds, pressed against the place that is throbbing, aching, screaming in desperation. 

You don’t mean to cry out, the feeling so overwhelming after all his teasing. He licks your clit with calculated strokes, pressed against you, so warm and wet and god, the way his tongue starts moving around, swirling and flicking…you swear you could finally come. 

His fingers don’t stop as he groans into you, the sound only turning you on even more. You’re going crazy, squirming and struggling to stay still as the pleasure builds and builds. You feel so good though, surprised how being restrained has made this experience much more exhilarating. 

“Fuck, that’s good…Jungkook, yes…” You whine, “Mm…” Your hips rise and his free hand forces them back down to the mattress, his tongue absolutely about to bring you over the edge. “I’m so close…” You watch him, brows pulled together with sweat at your hairline. “You’re going to make me come.” 

He keeps working his fingers inside you, feeling the way you pulse around them. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it as you cry out loudly. Yeah, you’re coming. You move your head around, unable to control how strong it is…wrists knocking against the steal rail, body finally going tense as Jungkook’s name falls from your mouth over and over.

The high has infiltrated every part of your body. The feeling so good, coming all over Jungkook’s tongue. You’re panting, thighs squishing his cheeks as you ride it out, the fall of your orgasm happening so slowly but god, it feels incredible. His fingers leave your core and you almost miss them.

Jungkook looks up at you, the lewdness in his eyes only grows more and more before he’s letting go of your clit and flicking his tongue over it again and again. Your soft cries turn into full on whimpers when you get hit with a different feeling…

“W-What are you…” You continue to pant, “Fuck, what are you d-doing?” You look down at him, face twisting at the new feeling. “Fuck…w-wait, Jungkook…” Your head falls back, deeper into the pillow as your eyes roll around.

It’s almost painful, the way he’s still eating you out. You’ve never dabbled in overstimulation before, not even to yourself. But you’re choosing to trust him even though you think you cannot handle it. 

“Fuck.” You almost scream out the word, body set on fire until suddenly…the warmth isn’t blazing, instead it feels good. “Jungkook…” You say his name in a content defeat. Pleasure taking over anything that was once uncomfortable. He moans into your pussy, clearly satisfied that you’re being good for him…just like you said you would be. 

You had no idea what to expect but coming again just a minute after your last orgasm wasn’t something you thought would happen. This time though, it’s more intense…the buildup was quick but fucking powerful and you aren’t sure you’ve ever came this hard before. Moans and words that make no sense leave your mouth. 

You grind your hips against Jungkook’s face and he lets you ride it out exactly the way you want, he hums, praising you for being so good. When your orgasm finally comes down, you finally relax your body and manage your breath control. It’s hard because you feel so weak now. 

Jungkook rises from your body, a small smile on his shining lips. “You’re so perfect.” He rasps out, “I’ve been wanting to do that for you for ages.” 

“Jungkook…” You say his name so softly, your voice almost shaky and he feels his heart swell in pride. Your head sunk into the pillows behind you, your hands limp above you, eyes closed as you still try to even out your breathing.

“Hm?” He rises from between your legs and crawls over you until his face is over yours, “What is it, my pretty girl?” And then he leans in slowly, pecking your lips a few times. You don’t kiss back but you do start to smile between his kisses. 

“Are…” You finally start to open your eyes so you can look up at him, his gaze already on you. “Are you going to untie me now?” You ask, fingers twitching above you.

“Why would I do that?” He leans in again, lips finding yours for a firmer kiss before he pulls back, “One more thing before I do.” 

“Which…is?” You blink at him, “You aren’t done?”

“Done?” He pushes his head back slightly, a sign of disbelief on his features. “I am not done with you, y/n.” Jungkook’s eyes are so soft on you, a small smile on his lips before he lowers his head into the crook of your neck. “…Will I ever be done with you?” and then there’s a barely there kiss being placed right below your ear. You aren’t sure if it’s the action or his words just now that is making your insides feel all jumbled.

“I want to touch you…” You mumble, cheeks feeling warmer than usual. 

“I know.”

No, he doesn’t know. You know he’s thinking about how you probably want to touch him in the way that has his head being thrown back, curses leaving his mouth as you make him feel good. But that isn’t even what you meant. You almost hate what you did mean. 

“Want to touch you so bad, Jungkook.” You murmur quietly, eyes closing again.

“I know you do.”

He still doesn’t know, you think. A slight frustration building but you can only settle for defeat. You want to touch him, yes. But in the way that has him staring into your eyes with his usual look of tenderness and understanding. You want to touch him, yes. But in the way that it’s just your fingers stroking his cheek as you praise him, words letting him how well he treats you and how good he makes you feel. That’s how you want to touch him.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes on yours again. “But I told you, your touch makes me weak, y/n. And I can’t give into you yet…I’m still making you mine…” He pauses, tongue poking out to lick his lips, almost anxiously before he continues with a hushed tone, “You’ve already made me yours, it’s my turn…” 

It’s quiet between you both for a moment. He’s staring into your eyes and you aren’t sure what you’re feeling. You want to feel anxious because this feels too much. But the urge to reach out and touch his cheek is still here and you don’t know what to do with that.

“You still trust me, right?” He smiles again now, “And are you feeling comfortable again? We can continue?”

You blink in slight surprise, he’s changed the subject. But right, this is about sex. “I do trust you…and yeah, I’m feeling better.”

Quick kiss to your lips before he’s lifting himself away from you, his feet landing on the floor. You turn your head to the side to see him standing in front of the night stand, he’s chewing on his lips, clearly thinking. “Okay…” He breathes out.

“Oh…” You realize he’s staring at the blindfold. The thought of not being able to move your hands but also not be able to see…is a little interesting. And also a little scary. But it’s Jungkook.

He reaches for the blindfold, fingers grasping the silk material before he glances at you, “I know you might be tense at first,” He speaks calmly, “But it’s just me. Remember, my goal is to make you feel good. Trust me…and I promise, I will give you everything from your fantasies.”

“I do trust you.” You assure him, “I just hope…” Your voice gets quieter, “That I am also something out of your fantasies.”

Jungkook’s lips part but he doesn’t speak. He keeps his eyes on you and you can tell he’s wanting to say something but no words leave him. It makes you feel dizzy. Did you say something wrong? 

“I just mean—”

“—This doesn’t compare to anything my dumb imagination could come up with.” He says quickly before clearing his throat. “Believe me.”

Your body relaxes instantly at his words. “Okay.”

Jungkook’s lips curve and then he’s getting closer to you, the blindfold being fiddled between his fingers, “Going to cover your eyes now. Answer me this…do you want me to tell you everything I want to do before I do it? Or do you want the element of surprise but I walk you through it? Might do things you don’t expect…but I will not hurt you…” He assures softly, “I will check in with you and never hesitate to tell me if you don’t like something. Okay?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, “Element of surprise.” Your stomach tightens at the sight of the blindfold, his fingers playing with the material and suddenly there’s a welcomed sensation beginning to electrify your body again. 

Jungkook smirks down at you before he’s placing the blindfold closer to you, your eyes focused on him before your sight goes dark and his fingers are at the back of your head, tying it. Your eyelashes flutter against the silk, the new darkness suddenly feels strange to you. “I’m still here, baby.” Jungkook whispers, his fingers now at your cheek. “Try to relax.” 

Once again, you haven’t realized you were holding in a breath, stomach still tensed but his voice and touch is all the comfort you need. You try to relax your muscles as you release a long breath. “Will you kiss me?” You ask him, your eyes darting around but it’s just the darkness that has you.

“Yes.” He responds, his fingers leaving your cheek. You feel strange again. The absence of his touch has you moving your head around, as if looking for him. But still, the silk over your eyes takes that away from you. One moment. Two moments. Three moments. Still nothing. 

“Jung—”

And then you feel his warm breath over your lips…he’s close, obviously. But he still isn’t touching you. The feeling makes you feel almost antsy, it’s still strange but your lower belly is starting to swirl like lava. You swallow hard, lips parted as you try to breathe even once again.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s finger, you’ll assume thumb, comes to your bottom lip, pulling it down. He’s still softly breathing over your mouth as his thumb softly tugs at your lip…and now you can feel how your breaths pick up because his pacing is driving you mad. 

They say that depriving one of your senses can heighten your other senses but you’re learning quickly that anticipation is another sense. And it is a highly sensitive one. His breath is warm on your lips and suddenly you can feel the tip of his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, it’s wet and soft and you feel your heart start to race.

Jungkook’s tongue is barely touching you though, the way he glides his tongue, tracing your bottom lips feels so featherlike. Then you are silently gasping when his teeth nip at you before he’s sucking your lip…your stomach tenses again. Lava still swirling and the feeling between your legs is a subtle but taunting tingle. 

You release a breathy moan, unable to stop yourself. But it gets swallowed, his thumb quickly dropping from your mouth and his lips land on yours as he groans, his hands cupping your jaw now. You feel completely enveloped in his touch. Back arching as you push your chest up into his. His lips are perfectly slotted between yours. But he’s he is quick to pull away. 

And then you feel nothing but coldness again. His hands leave you, his lips leave you, his breath that brought you comfort…leaves you. You’re left breathing heavily, surrounded in darkness with no way to even reach out for him. “Jungkook?” You call out.

“Still here, baby.” He tells you but his voice sounds more distant. “Wait for me for a minute.” And then you can hear his feet quietly shuffling away and suddenly you feel strange again. You feel stuck, lost, helpless. But instead of fear you feel that new sense, the anticipation. And it feels scary in the way that feels exhilarating.

Your body does feel a sense of comfort, your skin rubbing against his sheets and it’s like your skin knows these are Jungkook’s sheets…your head leaned against his pillows and it’s the same feeling. You know it’s his pillows.  The smell of the room, it’s him. It’s all him. He’s everywhere despite the fact he is not near you. Your breasts are still exposed, nipples perked at the AC blowing into the room, small goosebumps beginning to infect your skin. 

You slide your feet towards you, knees bending as you wait. Your panties are covering your heat again since Jungkook’s fingers are no longer pushing them to the side and you feel the stickiness of your previous and current arousal on the material. You wait. And wait. Focusing on listening for Jungkook’s footsteps. You miss him.

You think you hear that box from earlier being opened again, the same sound of his fingers scrambling through it. It doesn’t last long…the sound. Quiet footsteps again. You’re wondering if he’s being this quiet on purpose, yes, you know he wants to make you as comfortable as possible but he also wants to make it fun too. You kind of appreciate it, if you’re honest. Comfort is nice but the way he’s making you feel from all the mystery is also making you ache in the best way. It’s quiet for some time and you think he’s left the room. Waiting and waiting…sounds in the distance. More waiting.

Suddenly, you can feel the bed dip near your feet. Your head turns in the direction, lips parted as you try to breathe again. You know it’s him, obviously. But being left in the dark creates this doubt that eats you from the inside.

“It’s me.” He whispers, his warm hand landing on your ankle. You can feel the bed dip more, his body going between your legs again. His hands on either side of your ankles, his fingers wrapped loosely around them. “You don’t know but,” His fingers unwrap themselves from your left ankle, fingers sliding up your leg. “You look so beautiful like this.” Suddenly, he’s urging you to lift that same leg, he bends it back until he’s lifting it over his shoulder. 

“You like it that much?” You bite your lip, concealing a smile.

“Can you admit it now?” His fingers drag over your leg until you feel them tugging at the garter on your thigh. “You wore this for me, right? You wanted to please me?” He asks you, voice husky.

“Did I?” You breathe out, “I don’t—”

He pulls the garter back before snapping it against your thigh, a slight sting. “Tell me.”

You gasp quietly at the action, breaths picking up more before you decide to be honest. “Fine. I did. I knew you might like it and I wanted you to think I looked nice.”

“Good.” He says, fingers messing with the garter, you can feel how he unclips the suspender. “I’ve enjoyed how you look with all of this on. You look more than nice. You look…” He pauses, fingers beginning to drag the garter down your thigh as he slides it up, getting if off you at your ankle that rests on his shoulder. “You look obscenely indecent.” He says slowly, smirk in his voice.

You laugh a little, the sound is airy. “Indecent?”

“Yes.” He murmurs, “I don’t want anyone else to ever see you like this.” And then he’s lowering your leg and giving attention to the other one. He repeats the actions…lifting it over his shoulder, unclipping the garter and sliding it off of you. The leg lowers back as well. 

He’s still in between your legs, but you feel how he moves closer. Suddenly, his hands are around your waist, your body tensing at the way he lightly grips you. You feel how he falls forward, his head burying in your stomach before you can feel soft kisses over your skin.

“Pretty,” He says, fingers playing with the garter belt, “But it has to go.” He lifts himself before sliding it down, over your hips. You lift your ass some to help, his hands pulling down the material quickly. “These too.” He says, snapping the band of your underwear against your skin. 

You can’t help but moan, feeling breathless. “You want me naked, huh?” 

“Yeah.” He says, urging you to lift your hips again so he can drag the panties off of you. “It’s a view I love even more.” 

The air is chilly against all your exposed skin. You want to close your legs together but Jungkook’s body between them does cause a nice warmth but you aren’t sure if it’s from his actual body heat or because it’s Jungkook…you know, between your fucking legs. You feel his fingers at your breasts, your chest rising and falling quickly when he barely drags a finger over your nipple.

“I will buy you more lingerie.” He tells you in a whisper. “So don’t be mad.”

“What—”

His hands pull your bra towards him, stretching the material before you hear it rip. He is tearing the flimsy, lace bra in half. 

“Jungkook!” Your eyelashes flutter against the silk quickly, “Why did you—”

“—Your hands are tied up.” He lets the bra fall before he’s dragging it from under you. “This was the easiest way to get it off.” You can hear how his voice sounds so fucking proud. 

“You’re right.” You pout. “You are buying me more.” 

“Without a doubt, babe.” He chuckles, “But whatever I buy you is only for me.”

You release a long sigh, “Baby…babe…you really don’t follow rule number 3, do you?” 

“Nope.” He says cutely, “Just like your other rules, it’s stupid.”

“Jungkook—”

“—And that’s me being easy with you, I have to hold myself back from calling you a million other things.” 

“Oh,” your lips lift a little, “Like what?” 

“No, no, no.” He sings, “Don’t want to break your rules too crazily.” His hand comes to cup your jaw, “You’re feeling more comfortable, right?” He asks, voice not teasing anymore. “Because I want to ruin you, the prettiest girl in the world, god, I want to ruin you.”

Your breath hitches, your eyes focused on the darkness the silk offers, wrists straining against the steal rail above you. “Do what you want with me, Jungkook.” You finally say, voice close to shaking. “Anything you want, anything…”

Jungkook is quiet, his hand leaves your jaw and you start tensing again. He’s still hovering over you but he isn’t speaking, he isn’t touching you, he isn’t giving you anything to work with. One moment. Two moments. Three moments. 

Finally, you can feel the back of his fingers at your elbow, his touch lightly cascading down your inner arm. It tickles but there is no sense to laugh, it tickles in the way that makes your heart start racing, tickles in the way that feels like this tingle is traveling across your entire body. His fingers continue to dance down, falling down your side now, passing the edge of your breast, passing your waist, your hips. 

“You like being touched by me?” He asks, lowly.

“Y-Yeah.” You gulp, “It feels good.” 

Jungkook lowers his head, lips ghosting over your lips before he speaks again. “What else do you do to please me?” 

“What?”

“I said,” His other hand suddenly comes to your breast, fingers pinching your nipple before he softly rolls the nub, leaving you gasping. “What else do you do to please me?” 

“I don’t know.” You respond slowly, your eyes finally closing, a pitch black darkness. “Maybe everything.”

“You’re admitting something like that?” He chuckles over your mouth, lips brushing against yours with each word he speaks. “Did you answer like that because you know it would also please me?” 

“I answered like that because it’s the truth.” You whisper, “I like making you feel good too.”

Jungkook’s slow to move his lips over yours for a kiss. He loves kissing you, he loves your lips, he loves how you sound when you get into it, he loves passing moans between your mouths, he loves tasting you. You kiss him back just as slow. Mouths moving together languidly as he barely slips his tongue into your mouth, nice and smooth and lazy. 

His hand tightens around your jaw before his fingers go to your lips, keeping them spread, forcing your mouth to fall open when he sucks on your tongue more messily. God, the feeling is so lewd but you can only imagine how hot this looks.

You moan out loud, playing with his tongue just as expertly, the feeling feels like velvet. He lets go of your face, his lips slotting over yours again and then he’s really kissing you, faster, rougher, messier. He’s moaning into your mouth and you eat them right up. You aren’t sure how long you two have been kissing for but it’s long enough to have the ache between your legs start to feel mind numbingly painful. 

Your hips are stirring, your wrists are pulling at the restraints and your vision is nonexistent. Jungkook pulls away, breathing heavy over your mouth, a quiet whine leaving his lips. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Is all he says, leaving you more breathless than before.

And then there is coldness again. He’s leaving you. And he takes all the heat with him. “Jungkook?” You call for him, still trying to catch your breath. “Jungkook?” You bob your head around but of course you cannot see. You squeeze your thighs together and you are met with your arousal, the stickiness coating your skin. 

Suddenly, there is something dripping onto your lower stomach. Some kind of liquid? It’s warm…really warm. The new feeling shocks you, something new and unexpected. You can feel this liquid dribbling over your skin, sliding down your sides, a heat following it. 

“I heat up some oil,” Jungkook’s voice is suddenly heard. “It’s going to be really warm but it should feel good…to relax you.”

Your mouth has fallen open, slow, deep pants following. It does feel good. Suddenly, more oil is dripping, you feel the wet warmth fall to your breasts, down your sternum. It rolls over your skin, probably dripping to the sheets but you don’t think Jungkook cares. 

You can feel each droplet of oil on your skin. It’s hypersensitive. It’s like you can imagine the thick liquid rolling down your sides, tickling you, a path of fire in its wake.  “Is it too warm?” He asks “Or is it good?”

You’re still breathing heavily, “It feels so good.” You squirm a little, the oil tickling your skin. 

“Good.” He says before you feel his hands on you, fingers spreading the oil into your hips. It feels even warmer, like it’s spreading into the wildest of fires. “I wasn’t sure if it cooled down enough. But I tested it, I thought you might like it this warm.”

“I do.” You sigh in content now that his hands are finally on you again, “It feels amazing.”

His hands explore more, he’s spreading the oil down to the tops of your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, the heat following. Then his hands are on your chest, the oil coating your breasts, he’s massaging your nipples, a drawn out moan leaving your lips. 

Suddenly, His hands leave you and Jungkook is in between your legs again and your ears perk up. A sound you weren’t expecting gets your attention…a sound that is slick, fast and unholy. Is he…? You’re still breathing roughly when you can hear the consistent sound in front of you and Jungkook is moaning himself. 

You know exactly what he’s doing. And you fucking hate that you cannot see him.

“Jungkook…” You whine, “Take this blindfold off…I need to see you.”

“Too bad, y/n.” He groans out, the slick sound is obscene. You know he has his oiled fingers wrapped around his cock and he’s stroking himself above you. “Just to clarify,” He moans again, “You are on birth control still, right?”

“Are you going to—”

“—Not going to come in you.” He says, struggling to keep his voice clear. “But you are, right?”

“Yes.” You feel so helpless and upset you cannot touch him or see him. “Are we—”

“—No.” The sound suddenly stops. “I’m not fucking you yet. But,” He lowers himself a little closer to you, the subtle feeling of his hard length brushing against your inner thigh just barely. “I am going to enjoy this view as much as possible.” He says before your body finally sets itself on fire. The head of his cock rests at the tops of your folds, suddenly, his length is moving side to side, spreading your folds apart and he’s rubbing against your clit. You both moan in unison.  

“Oh fuck,” He cries out softly, “I make you this wet?” 

You only whimper in response, his cock sliding vertically now, just moving against your folds. He’s whining above you, moving his hips to barely brush against your wet, dripping cunt, rubbing against every nerve in your clit, the feeling making you go crazy. You move your legs, wrapping them around Jungkook’s waist, trying your hardest to push your heels into him so he will lower himself even more but he’s stronger than you.

“No, baby.” He pants out, “This is for me. Not you.” Suddenly, he stops moving and you’re left feeling insane, wanting nothing more than to continue the feeling that was starting to build. His cock leaves your heat and you hear him breathing erratically above you. Then, the head of his cock drops to your clit, the feeling is heavy. The action repeats. He’s slapping his cock down onto your clit, repeatedly dropping it making you gasp as he moans. 

He starts rubbing against it more roughly now, quick and heavy. You’re squirming in your spot. Jungkook is still panting, his fingers wrapped around himself so tightly as he stares down at you. Your mouth has fallen open, your entire expression is wonton and dreamy. He wishes he could see your eyes now, he wants to see your entire face, he wants to see you and how good he makes you feel. He’s stroking himself as he rubs your clit repeatedly, his fingers moving faster and faster and he’s squeezing his eyes shut for only a moment, listening to your moans with all his focus. He’s so close. He’s going to come. He is going to come because of this view that is just for him. He is going to come because you did this for him. And he just wants to respect that.

“Ah, Jungkook…” You moan out his name, fuck, you must be close too. “Rub it faster, I’ll come…” You let him know, erratic breaths filling the room. 

Jungkook opens his eyes again, gazing down at your pussy. “No, baby.” He strokes faster, slightly lifting his cock from your folds. “This is for me, not you.” He groans, gripping the head of his dick and rubbing it quickly. He starts moaning continuously, the sound is whiney and salacious. He finally slows his movements as he loudly groans, pushing his cock back down to your folds again and warm cum starts spilling from his throbbing member. 

You’re met with such a hot, wet feeling. His cum coats and soaks the top of your pussy, the seed dribbling down your folds. Jungkook is still moaning above you, wet sounds as he still slowly strokes his dick. His eyes focused on the way his cum covers your cunt in white. The sight alone could make him come again. 

“Jungkook…” You cry out, “Holy fuck,” Your hips stir like crazy, swiveling in dire need. “I was so close too…”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be coming soon.” He sighs out, his hand finally coming to a stop. Eyes still on your pussy that is coated in his cum. “And I will finally give you something you want.” He tells you, out of breath. 

“What?” You ask but then suddenly you feel his fingers at the back of your head, untying the blindfold and it drops from your eyes. You shy away from the sudden brightness the room offers, not yet totally adjusted to the light. 

“I wouldn’t take this from you…” He whispers, lowering himself to kiss you. Lips barely giving you a proper kiss since he’s still breathing so erratically. You blink at nothing until he raises his head to look down at you. He’s got a layer of sweat coating his skin, beads gathered at his hairline and they slide down the sides of his face. 

“You look so fucking sexy.” You breathe out, eyes on his eyes. 

“You.” He whispers, lowering his face to your chest to kiss over your breasts. He goes lower and lower, lips pecking your hips, your pelvis. You watch as his dark eyes stare up at you before he’s licking his cum off the top of your cunt. He looks forever lost in you. And then your body goes rigid the moment he’s wrapping his lips around your bundle of nerves and his tongue is lazily moving. The right amount of pressure though. Pleasure instantly returning as he eats your pussy.

“Fuck,” You relax, eyes filling with more lust he’s ever seen. His tongue moves faster, harder against you and you’re squeezing your thighs on either side of his face, hips moving in rhythm. You’re moaning again, louder this time and he’s groaning so heavenly. The pleasure is building fast, it’s climbing and ready to jump off the highest of cliffs. You can’t wait to feel the sensation of free falling as you come all over his tongue. “Close, close, close.” You pant.

And then he fucking pulls away. You almost want to scream, the pleasure comes to an abrupt stop. You’re left with desperate movements and moans and he does nothing but smile at you. “Look at you, y/n.” He wipes his mouth, “Look at what I’m doing to you, my baby.” 

“Holy fuck, Jungkook…” Your wrists are pulling so hard at the silk tied around them, your brows pulled together in painful frustration.

“Your eyes are watering.” He tells you proudly. “Going to cry for me?” He taunts you, “Going to cry because I ripped away the thing you wanted most?” 

“Jungkook, Jungkook…” You feel dizzy. 

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He says, voice deeper than before. “Going to fuck you really hard. Going to fuck you so hard that you do cry.”

You blink back the sting in your eyes, “Jungkook…”

“Could you imagine that?” He continues to taunt you, expression growing darker. “Miss little control freak crying because I own the pleasure she wants to feel so badly? You’d look a little pathetic, wouldn’t you?” He asks before speaking slowly, “And so fucking sexy.” 

You stare up at him, brows still furrowed as his words process in your mind and you feel your pussy throb. Why are you enjoying this so much? Why are you ready to give yourself up for him? Why? Fucking why are you losing yourself to his words alone?

Jungkook’s lips curve into a dark smile, he reaches over you, fingers at your wrists as he quickly undoes the knots he created when this night first began. You’re free. Your wrists are free. And you don’t waste any time in pulling him down, crashing your lips to his, moaning into his mouth with zero shame. He’s never heard you like this. So fucking needy. So fucking loud.

He pulls away, dark eyes piercing into yours. “Turn over and raise your ass for me.” 

You gulp, entire body weak yet it listens to Jungkook’s demand, shaky limbs turning until your knees land on the mattress. Ass raised for him. His hands go to the sides of your hips, rubbing your skin so soothingly. He gets on his knees himself, positioning himself behind you. 

“Ah, fuck.” He rubs his hardening cock against your cheeks. “You’re all mine…” He says, hands rubbing the swell of your ass now, massaging your skin. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Y-Yes.” You moan, cheek pushing against the pillow. “You can…you can spank me, if you want.” You close your eyes in satisfaction at the way he’s massaging your cheeks, cock rubbing against you.

“Yeah?” He sounds pleased. “Good to know.” He squeezes your ass in his hands. “I have the condom here, hold on…” He reaches down to the mattress and you hear the packet rip and you imagine he’s rolling the condom on. “You’re still feeling okay?” He asks, one hand going to your ass, fingers exploring before you feel the tips of his fingers between your thighs, brushing over your folds, spreading them. 

“Yes…” You sigh in content, “I really need you.”

“Yeah?” He asks you, his other hand wrapping around his hard length. “You miss my cock inside you, huh?” “Fuck, I do…” His fingers rub against your clit for a moment before he’s pulling his hand away. “I need it so badly, Jungkook…I need you so badly.”

“Careful, baby.” He releases a long breath, position his member at your entrance, the tip poking against you teasingly. “Almost sounds like you’re getting desperate for me.”

“I am, Jungkook.” You moan, squeezing your eyes shut when he starts pushing himself forward. “God, I am…you’re making me go crazy.” You admit, breathing heavily as you feel the head of his cock get sucked into your pussy, walls hugging him.

“Oh, y/n…” He tries to breathe, “Fuck, you feel…” He pushes forward more, also using his hands to guide you backwards, pushing yourself onto his cock. “Amazing.”

Your legs are weak, shaky, your pussy stretching as he inserts himself more into you, inch by inch he is disappearing. It burns, his size splitting you apart but it feels so good. He’s thrusting forward softly, sighing heavily as he gives you time to adjust.

“How are you feeling? Hm? My pretty girl?” His hands rub your hips soothingly again, his body so tense as he controls his desire to fuck you. 

“Good.” You swallow hard, “Fuck, Jungkook, please, please, please…” You push your ass back more, “Fuck me.” You plead, your body moving on its own. You start moving your hips, needing more friction but Jungkook grips your hips tightly, stopping you from moving. 

Then one hand leaves your hip and you’re gasping, tightening around his cock the moment you feel his palm slapping against your ass. “I’m fucking you.” He groans. “Not the other way around.” 

Your legs shake more. Your walls gripping his length with insane arousal. “Jungkook…” You cry out, “Please.”

“I know, baby.” He rubs the spot he just slapped. “I’m going to make you feel,” He starts pulling out of you, cock brushing against your walls with tender movements. “So fucking good.” He pushes forward again, pelvis meeting your ass, making it jiggle. “So good.” He slides out again slowly before slapping his hips into you more roughly. 

You moan, body jolted forward when he starts repeating that same motion. He’s slow to pull out but he’s quick to thrust into you. Hitting you deeper and deeper each time. Your elbows are barely holding you up, your arms slide up, head completely buried in the pillow. Jungkook rocks into you, fucking you in rhythm now. His moans mix with the sound of his skin slapping your skin. 

“God, I love having you like this.” He almost growls, voice so deep, rumbling in his throat. “Fucking you like this, yeah,” His breaths are heavy, rough, almost a cry for help. “You look so fucking gorgeous…” He thrusts faster, “Your ass…” He squeezes it before slapping it again making you cry out. “Fuck.” He yells out aggressively, “My baby.”

Your stomach tenses, your knees wobble, your throat feels rawer from how loudly you’re moaning for him. The angle he has himself in is making you feel like you could come around his cock alone. He’s hitting the spot inside that you that has an orgasm threatening to erupt. “Jungkook…” You whine, eyes still slammed shut. “Fuck,”

Jungkook hands going under you, at your lower stomach before he’s urging you to lift yourself, “Come on, baby.” He groans, “Come on…”

“Can’t,” You whimper, “So fucking tired.” 

“Baby, come on…” He keeps fucking you, cock sliding into you roughly, no pain, just pleasure. 

You try your best, weak arms lifting your upper body and he helps you, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you towards him, back meeting his chest. Your head rolls back, landing above his shoulder, neck completely exposed as you breathe heavily, moaning with furrowed brows. 

“Jungkook.” You quietly cry out his name, barely even a whisper. He keeps rocking into you from behind, sweat dripping from his hairline. His lips connect to the side of your neck, sucking into your skin and you moan more. “I—”

Suddenly, his fingers find your clit, wet and messy as he rubs it with his usual skill that makes you feel even weaker. Brows pinched together so strongly, pleasure skyrocketing. “Come like this first,” He says in your ear, lips kissing down your neck again. “Come for me, fuck, want to feel you squeezing my cock.” Your hands go behind you, feeling the back of his head, fingers threading through his damp hair. 

He’s still fucking you so deeply, fingers bringing you somewhere so dangerous. Jungkook starts fucking even faster when he feels how you get tighter, your drawn out moans almost sounding like you’re on the verge of ecstasy. You’re saying words neither of you understand, eyes opening to glance down at his tatted hand at your pussy, fingers lost between your folds.

Your orgasm is around the corner, building up so nicely, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, shameless cries leaving your mouth as he pushes onto your clit harder. And that’s it. Your mouth falls open, heavy pants escaping as you start coming. You come and come, squeezing his cock and he groans loudly at the feeling. 

“Fuck, yes.” He moans for you, “You’re amazing, baby…keep coming for me.” He keeps fucking into you, your body so tense as you continue to come around him. You’re unable to make another sound. Lips parted, breaths erratic. Vision blurry. Your body goes limper, growing so weak as Jungkook holds you up. 

“Jungkook.” You moan his name, “Fuck…” You drag the word through your teeth, your grip on his hair loosening. He slows down his thrusts, kisses on your neck and shoulder. Jungkook eases you back to the mattress, his chest still sticking to your back as he keeps fucking you, slower, deeper. You’re dizzy again. His cock is making you dizzy. 

“Let’s turn you around again,” He kisses the back of your shoulder before rising from your body, cock momentarily leaving your hole as he tries to flip you over carefully. You’re tired. Fucked out. Eyes so heavy but lust still lingers. He’s at a loss of words because he’s never seen you look this incredible. “Are you losing yourself to me, y/n?” He whispers before sliding his member back into you, making your eyes open wider, your hands going to his chest, fingernails digging into his skin. 

“You’re…” You struggle to speak, “Not done with me, are you?”

“No.” He leans down, kisses your parted lips. He grabs your leg and lifts it to his shoulder, his cock sliding deeper than before. You gasp, eyes stinging again. “You’re going to cry for me.” And then he’s moving into you, faster, deeper, rolling his hips as he struggles himself. He’s so close, closer than close. He’s going to come. But he needs you to come again first. 

“Fuck, Jungkook…you’re—” His fingers are back on your clit and you slam your eyes shut.

“No,” He leans forward, rocking into you with enough force. “Look at me.”

You struggle to pry your eyes open, tears filling them because you think you’re going to explode. Your body is on fire, flames surrounding you both. He gazes into your teary eyes, an excited but endeared glint can be seen before he’s kissing you. Lips devouring yours as he fingers work so expertly and you’re whimpering into his mouth, a few tears sliding down your cheeks as you come again.

Jungkook pulls away, his own eyes heavy, “Good girl.” He moans, his hips slapping into you before he’s groaning loudly. “I’m coming.” He cries out, hips stilling. You feel dead but you still manage to wrap your arms around his back, fingers stroking his skin as he comes. 

His face is barely distanced from yours, his hot, heavy breaths fall to your lips. His entire expression so focused until he’s kissing you, smiling as he does so. His body losing all energy as well before he’s struggling to hold himself up. You both wince the moment he begins to slip his softening member out from you, a soft whine leaving you both. Another peck to your lips before he rolls over your body, fingers on himself as he discards the used condom.

“Wow,” You murmur tiredly, eyes closed as you remain dizzy from everything. 

“I’m going to grab some water, we need some.” Jungkook says, still uneven breaths. “Just relax, don’t get up.” 

Well, you were not even planning on it. You don’t think your body is even capable of moving. Your limbs have retired, giving up and leaving you useless. You hum noncommittally, too tired to even drape your arm over your eyes to save you from the light. 

Jungkook isn’t gone long, you feel the bed dip near your side as Jungkook sits next to you. You crack open an eye and you see a tall glass of water in one hand. “Drink slowly.” He nudges the cold glass against your cheek and you groan. “Come on.”

Tired, you try to sit up a little, still dizzy. In multiple ways. “Okay,” You reach for the glass but he still holds on to it too, helping you sip the water. Almost instantly, your body and head start to ease from the dizziness. Damn, you really did need some. 

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook’s hand brushes against the top of your leg. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” You glance at him before taking another sip. “I’m really tired though.” You chuckle at your own admission, “You really did a number on me.”

Jungkook grins a little at this, a brow lifting. “Did I?”

“Mhm.” You sink back down, head in the pillows.

“And how did it feel? Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks you, fingers still stroking your leg. “I didn’t cross any lines, did I?”

“No,” You weakly shake your head, “You made me feel really good…I enjoyed it. Enjoyed you.” You mumble quietly, eyes closing again. “I do feel kind of gross though…but god, I am so tired.” 

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.” He chuckles, hand leaving your leg to wave around a wet towel, despite the fact you aren’t looking at him. “We can shower when we wake up,” Then he looks down at the sheets. “But we should still change the sheets regardless.” 

“Good idea.” You whisper, “Help me up then.”

He smiles down at you, his hands going to your body to help you rise from the bed. He’s so gentle with you, his warm hands feel like your safe zone. You laugh because it almost tickles how weak you are, Jungkook keeps his hands on you. He passes you the towel as he starts cleaning up around the bed, replacing the sheets and all. You clean yourself up.

After everything is replaced and you’re both not totally gross…he hands you some boxers and one of his t shirts, you easily slide back into his bed, body relaxing against the fresh sheets. And then you get the shock of your life—Jungkook’s hands reach for you, his arm sliding beneath you before he’s pulling you into him. A content sigh leaving his mouth.

You blink at nothing, the dark room in sight but you’re still trying to process the cuddling. You two never cuddle in bed. Never. After sex, you’ve always just felt good enough to be near one another. But you ease into his body very naturally…his scent and touch enough to make you close your eyes again. If you’re honest, this kind of affection after the night you two have had, feels good. Feels right.

~

You wake up with the featherlike feeling of Jungkook’s fingertips outlining the curve of your figure, soft strokes on your hip. Your shirt is has ridden up, his hand coming from behind you as he touches you so innocently. You’re facing away from him, his body forming your own as he snuggles into you from behind. 

“Hi.” You speak groggily, turning in his embrace to face him. “You’re already awake?”

“Yeah.” He hums, eyes finding yours. “For a little while now.” 

“Oh.” You swallow, “Sorry…you should have waken me.”

“When do I ever wake you?” He smiles lazily, “I was just relaxing so it’s okay. But I am getting hungry…should we make breakfast?”

“Br—oh, yes.” You return his smile, “What should we make?”

“Lots of stuff. To…you know, replenish the rest of our energy.” He winks at you and you feel an undeniable heat creep up the back of your neck, spreading to your cheeks. “Come on.” 

It took more than one ‘come on’ for Jungkook to actually get you to get out of bed, but finally, you decided to get up and wash up before heading to the kitchen. Jungkook is already at the stove, eggs in a pan as he sings some tune. You step towards him, making it to his side and as soon as he feels you, he glances your way. 

“Can you make me a glass of water?” He asks you, eyes going down to the eggs.

“Sure.” You nod, about to turn away from him before you feel his hand on your lower back, you look at him and he’s leaning in, lips finding yours for a kiss.

“Thanks.” He mumbles against your mouth, “Should be done soon.” And then he turns back towards the stove, a satisfied yet soft smile on his face. You stare at his side profile for a moment, warmth enveloping you as you watch him. As always, he’s making your body react in ways that you don’t feel like finding an explanation for. Parts of your body that don’t require to be physically touched to feel good. Places like your heart but that sounds lame so you’ll push that thought away.

You shake your head a little, forcing your feet to move away from him. 

After a little while, you and Jungkook are sitting at his table with plates of food in front of you. He’s already digging in, mouth full and content hums as he enjoys it. You laugh a little, taking a few bites of your own breakfast. It feels nice. Just sitting together, eating, enjoying the company. The peace.

“So,” Jungkook lifts his big eyes towards you, a loud swallowing sound as he downs his food. “Can I ask you something?” He takes another bite of his eggs, chewing, waiting for your answer. 

You raise your brows a little, head nodding. “Sure.” “Your rules,” He says, still chewing. “Um,” He finally swallows. “Can you give me an actual explanation for why they exist? You know,” He lightly gestures between you both with tender eyes, “Between us.”

You gaze at him, sighing in defeat because it’s not like you can’t talk to him…him of all people. So, you slightly nod, shoulders shrugging. “Expectations. Disappointments.” You say simply, as if the two words go into a deep explanation. 

Jungkook narrows his eyes, frown on his face. “What about them?” 

“So there isn’t expectations.” You mumble, “You can’t expect anything from me…me for you. And no one can get disappointed.”

“I don’t really get it.” He admits, carefully.

“Example,” You exhale a deep breath. “Rule number 3. A rule you always break, by the way!” You playfully roll your eyes, small smile on your face before your lips drop. “Say I get used to it. I would start expecting it, wouldn’t I? Then I would start overthinking if you suddenly just stopped.” You shrug again, “I don’t know, that philosophy works for all the rules I think.”

“Oh.” He subtly nods, eyes going down to his food before he’s eating again. He’s quiet as he eats, chewing as he thinks. 

“Anyway—”

“—You think we would end up disappointing one another somehow?” He swallows his food, eyes going back to you. “Isn’t that a really negative way to think about it?”

“Negative or realistic?” You chuckle bitterly, “That’s life, Jungkook.”

“That’s not life, actually.” He furrows his brows, clearly concentrating his attention on you. His gaze makes you feel smaller. But then he brushes it off, small smile before he’s going back to breakfast. “Sound like you already have expectations, y/n.” 

“I don’t—”

“—It’s not a bad thing,” He assures you softly. “And for the record, you wouldn’t disappoint me. Not when it comes to the rules.” Jungkook tells you, “It’s funny…sometimes you lack confidence,” Then he smirks. “Yet you still know how to act so cocky.” He lifts a thumb to the corner of your mouth, “You’re cute. But let’s work on that.”

He watches you, lips curved into the cutest smile as you give him the middle finger. His insides are melting, turning into gooey liquid and he’s wondering, truly wondering, if this is something he can actually do. His smile only grows and his heart only beats faster when you stick your tongue out and go back to your food. 

Yeah, he isn’t so sure he’s cut out for this. Because this just might not be enough. But he doesn’t want your ‘expectations’ and ‘disappointments’ to make sense. Because he is the one most understanding how they make absolute perfect fucking sense.

~~~

“I am crazy proud of you, dude.” Taehyung is still hugging you tight to his body, “You’re going to do amazing!” He still does not let go. He rocks you back and forth and his arms are wrapped so tightly. “Proud, proud, proud!” He chants.

“Okay, okay.” You laugh into his chest, patting his back. “I get it. Thank you, thank you.”

“I’m proud of you too, y/n. I’d also give you a hug but Taehyung might start barking and growling at me or whatever.” Yoongi tells you with a gummy smile. “Still, accepting your promotion is a huge deal.”

“Of course it is a huge deal.” Namjoon takes a seat at the table that the server just brought you all too, “Hence why we are celebrating.”

“Sorry that only we could make it, y/n.” Jimin pouts, taking a seat next to Namjoon. “Jin and Hoseok feel terrible about not being able to come.”

“Ah, it’s not a big deal.” You keep patting Taehyung’s back. “Okay, let go of me already, dude.” You tell him but he doesn’t let go of you fully, just placing you at arm’s length.

“See? I was being hard on you because I needed you to open your eyes! Now look how excited you are about this promotion!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, “Right.”

“You don’t believe me?” He cocks a brow at you, “You know what they say about me. I have a method for everything, y/n.”

“Totally, totally.”

“For real though…” Taehyung gets more serious, “You’re going to love this new position…you were made to shine like this.” He smiles now, finally dropping his hands. “What did Jungkook say when you told him?”

“He’s proud too.” You smile, “He should be here any minute…Ara too.”

“Oh.” Taehyung smirks to himself, “Ara, Ara. The love of my life.”

“Stop.” You glare at him, “You just like that she hates you.”

“Hates me?” He pretends to look shocked, “She’s totally in—”

“—Finish that sentence and I’ll consider murder. Super planned out, never get caught kind of murder.” Ara cuts in, heavy sigh leaving her mouth as she walks between you both. 

“That’s so flattering,” Taehyung puts a hand over his heart, “You’d plan something that meticulous for me? You’d spend that much time on me?”

“Something is seriously so wrong with you.” Ara shakes her head.

“Yet is does it for you, doesn’t it?” He grins at her.

“Anyway,” Ara turns to you, giving you a quick but tight hug. “Congrats on the promotion!”

“Thanks, thanks.” You tell her, gesturing towards the table so you can all sit with everyone else. “I was so nervous when I was going to accept it! Ah, but when my boss came to check on another project…I kind of just blurted out that I would take it.” 

“Seems like your subconscious made the decision.” Ara laughs, taking a seat next to you.

“I guess so.” You giggle, “He says I can give the main presentation tomorrow to one of our teams as like a test run. So I was preparing all day!”

“You’re going to kill it!” Taehyung takes a seat next to Ara, “And—”

“—Why me?” She groans, “Sit on the other side of y/n.”

“Uh,” Taehyung gives Ara a pointed look. “Jungkook is going to want to celebrate right next to our promoted princess.”

“Oh yeah.” Ara blinks, head nodding. “So true.” 

“Jungkook would survive not sitting next to me guys.” You deadpan.

“I don’t know,” She shrugs. “Even yesterday when we met for drinks…Jungkook didn’t want be anywhere if you weren’t right there.”

“T-That’s not true.” You defend, cheeks heating up.

“It is true.” Taehyung says nonchalantly, he and Ara share a look, “Childhood friends are close like that.” He nods, “I’m actually going crazy because I’m not right next to y/n either.” Taehyung offers a very straight face and Ara returns it.

“I can imagine.” She nods.

“You guys are annoying.” You laugh, “But speaking of Jungkook…” You pull your phone out, “He’s taking forever. Oh he called. Let me send him another—”

“—Well, maybe I would have been here earlier if you would have told me where this table was located! Or you know, answered my calls.” Jungkook suddenly has his hand on the back of your chair, “I’ve been searching for you guys everywhere.”

“Hey man.” Yoongi nods up at Jungkook.

“My bad…” Jimin looks at his own phone, “Didn’t feel my phone.”

“You’re here.” You turn your head to look at him, bright smile. He immediately looks down at you and he returns your smile. 

“Hi.” He says, eyes only on you now. “Congratulations.” He grins, hand going to your shoulder as he squeezes it gently. “I’m really happy for you.” 

“Thank you.” You answer, hand patting the seat next to you. “I’m a little nervous.”

Jungkook sits next to you, his fingers itching to give you comfort but he is trying to respect rule number 2. “That’s normal. But you’ll be great.” He assures you with just words instead. You gaze at him, eyes clearly still holding some doubts but you take a long, deep breath before leaning into him, head resting on his shoulder.

“If you think so maybe I will be.” You tell him, trying to gain some confidence.

“You will be.” He tells you quietly, a little surprised you’re leaning against him so openly but what really shocks him is when your fingers find his on his lap, you grip them softly before you lean away from him again, your attention on Ara when she says something. But your hand remains on his.

Jungkook tries to breathe normally. It isn’t a big deal. But these sudden nerves remind him of the first time he ever kissed you when he was 14 years old. All nerves and no chill. He clears his throat, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze as he tries to join in on the conversation Namjoon and Yoongi are having. But then, you pull your hand away to reach for a water the server just brought as you continue chatting with Ara 

He hates that he feels disappointed. 

Oh. Wait. No…he gulps, throat drier than before.

He stares at nothing for a moment, trying to rid that thought with the shake of his head. “Jin and Hoseok couldn’t come or?” He asks Namjoon.

“Jin is on a business trip until Monday and Hoseok is sick.” Yoongi answers for him. “Hoseok wanted to come anyway but he sounded horrible on the phone.”

“Eh, probably for the best then.” Jungkook chuckles. He glances around the table, watching how Namjoon and Yoongi continue to talk, Jimin and Taehyung chatting about going out this weekend and Ara telling you about some guy. 

He stares at your side profile as you speak, your hands moving around animatedly, words falling from your mouth…something about how this guy is funny and cute…and then he’s noticing an uneasiness. What guy? Expectation and disappointment lingering as he tries to listen more carefully.

“You guys really seem to get along,” You continue, “A perfect match!” 

Oh. Jungkook relaxes. You’re talking about the guy for Ara. Disappointment averted. Expectation rising. He continues to gaze at you, a lazy smile starts growing on his lips as he watches and listens to you. You’re so cute. Pretty. Bea—everything. He wishes you’d believe him more when he says that to you. He rests his chin in his hand as he keeps staring.

“You’re so pretty today.” He suddenly blurts. You whip your head towards him, blinking repeatedly before you snort.

“Oh.” You laugh awkwardly, “I look the same as usual.” 

Ara and Taehyung look at you both as well. “So you’re pretty every day.” Ara sings out.

“Well, according to Jungkook.” Taehyung whispers towards Ara and she swats his arm and he pretends he’s wounded, chuckling to himself. “But anyway, Ara…” He pouts at her. “Who is this guy you are even seeing?”

“Someone who really likes me.” She grins at him, proud glint in her eyes. But Taehyung squints at her.

“But you like me.” 

“Nope.” She raises her nose in the air, “Not a chance.”

“So,” You eye Jungkook over, “You think I’m pretty today?” You ask him, voice directed only towards him as everyone chats. He doesn’t doubt the blush on his cheeks.

“You know this already.” He tells you, “But I still like telling you.” 

It’s like his words are the match that lights a fire to your skin. You try to conceal an undoubtedly shy smile. Hating that like usual, he gives you such reactions. “Then thank you.” You mumble, still trying not to smile. You lean into him again, hand landing on his thigh. “Sometimes I can tell you aren’t teasing.” You say playfully, fingers squeezing his muscular thigh before bringing your hand back to your own lap. 

Jungkook feels the absence of your touch again. And again, he’s disappointed. And then your words on expectations ring louder than ever. He finally gets it. Because he wants to expect this—your touch, words, anything. He wants that and he’s disappointed otherwise. He hates that you were the one with the worries but all along he’s the one understanding them.

“You’re affectionate today.” He mumbles quietly, eyes locked on yours. You raise your brows a bit, trying to think about it when you smile, looking a little embarrassed.

“Sorry, sorry…I didn’t—”

“—It’s okay. It’s kind of a relief I’m not the only one who broke a rule today.” He says, eyes looking a little more distant as he stares at you. “But…” He looks down for a moment, brows furrowed. “I think I broke a whole new rule. Well, I’m admitting it but it’s probably been broken.”

You study him, confusion falling onto your features, “What do you—”

Suddenly, his eyes rise again and he looks more determined. “Can we talk? Outside?”

You blink a few times, mouth fallen open. “Now?” You look around, “But—”

“—Please.” He says the word softly. 

“Okay.” You sense how serious he is about talking so you agree. You excuse yourself from everyone else with Jungkook following. You both head outside of the restaurant, finding a quiet and empty spot on the side of the building. Jungkook leans against the wall, his eyes so focused on your face.

“So?” You sway into the wall as well, “Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know.” He takes a breath, “Maybe?”

“What’s going on?” You take a one step towards him and his hands want to reach out for you but he controls them.

“I broke all of the rules.” He tells you simply. His eyes serious, with the slight furrow of his brows. “Every single one.” 

“What?” You ask, looking genuinely confused. He can’t help but crack a smile, a weird relief flowing through his veins…because you’re just you.

“I had a hunch I was breaking it but I I’ve confirmed it.” He smiles at you. “Rule number one, I broke it a while back. I told my mom.” He grins now while you gape at him.

“What?!”

“Not a big deal,” He shrugs, “She liked the whole idea.”

“Jung—”

“—I guess I broke the second rule a few times. Rule number three, I clearly just didn’t believe in that one. Rule number four, first of all, fuck that rule.” He keeps smiling at you.

“You break it!” You scold him.

“Thank god that I do.” He shrugs again, devious smile on his face but then he softens considerably. “And rule number five,” He takes a deep breath. “I broke that one too. I’m breaking it now. It might even be the first rule that I broke.” 

You process all his words very slowly. Starting from the beginning…but your brain is catching up. You don’t even separate your lips. They stay glued to one another as you look at Jungkook with pure confusion. 

“I know you don’t really get it.” He says softly, lips spreading into a barely there smile. “Since you’re such a stickler for the rules.” 

“Are…” You finally try to speak, head shaking a little. “Are you saying you …?”

“That I have feelings for you?” He looks up at the night sky, “Yeah, breaking rule number five would mean that, wouldn’t it?”

“Jungkook…” You say his name slowly. 

“I know. I get it.” He looks back at you, nothing but a content expression. “But for obvious reasons we should stop this fun little arrangement because I was right…” He chuckles, “I am not cut out for it.”

“Then—”

“—And please don’t hate me. I want to stay and celebrate but I also want to give you some space to think and process and what not.”

“Process?” You blink at him.

“I don’t really know. Maybe it’s me…is it okay if I go home for now? I promise,” He looks at you sincerely, “This won’t change our friendship, y/n. But can I have just a couple days to work through it by myself?” 

You really don’t know how to respond. Your throat feels dry. You only nod at him. 

And just like always, he makes you entire body react. Including your fucking heart.

~

You’re sure everyone could tell you were acting strange during your celebratory dinner. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that after Jungkook left you got into a down mood…no one knows why, of course. You still tried to have fun with your friends despite the giant hole that’s broken your chest apart. 

You told everyone that Jungkook had a sudden work thing he had to take care of and they bought it—well, you think so anyway. Doesn’t matter. It’s now almost 11pm and you’re trying to focus on tomorrow’s presentation but Jungkook is the only thing you’re really thinking about. You keep opening and closing your laptop, thinking maybe you’ll get something done but you keep glancing at your phone. You need to talk about this.

Finally, you reach for your phone, fingers poking at the screen harshly as you try to make the phone call you are trying so desperately for. Ringing. It’s ringing. Still ringing. Words risen from your throat, so close to spilling shamelessly from your mouth. You take a deep breath…you need an answer.

“Hello?” Finally.

“I lied earlier.” You blurt quickly, needing to get things off your chest now.

“Hm,” Ara hums out softly, “Let me guess?” 

“You won’t—”

“—Just get into why Jungkook left earlier. Wasn’t for work, so…?”

“Oh.” You grip your phone a little tighter, pushing it against your ear. “You knew I lied about that?”

“I didn’t think you were so freaking sad just because he had to leave for a work thing.” Ara chuckles softly, “You’re more easy going than that.” 

“I wasn’t that sad.” You keep your voice even.

“You took two bites of your food, y/n.” Ara says with the kind of tone that you know she rolled her eyes. “What happened?”

“God, okay.” You sigh out, “Remember how you thought…or you know…you know how I’m hooking up with someone?”

“I do know that, yes.” She responds calmly. “You’ve been seeing someone for a little while now.”

“Well,” You take another deep breath. “I’ve been sleeping with Jungkook. Since the night of the dare…when Taehyung made—”

“Yeah, I know the night.” She laughs into the phone, “We knew it was going to turn out like this.”

“Yeah, so—wait, what?” 

“What?”

“What do you mean?” You ask her slowly, “Knew what?”

Ara is quiet for a moment before you hear her release a long breath, “It’s not like we didn’t know.” She says.

“Who the hell is ‘we’?” You furrow your brows, phone pressing closer to your ear. “Ara?”

“Hmm,” Her voice is light and airy, “Well, you know what they say about Taehyung.” 

Your brows only pull together closer…what does that mean? You try to think about it because what do they say about—oh. Your mouth falls open as realization hits you. “That he has a method for everything.” You say, putting it together now. 

“Mhm.” Ara laughs faintly, “So I’m probably not the one you want to be talking to. You thought cupid was a little angel baby. But he’s actually a tall, hot devil. Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.” 

“Wait—”

But she hangs up as you hear her laughing on the other side. Wait, wait, wait. You want more time to think and process what she just said but your fingers are moving faster than your brain.

“Hey,” Taehyung answers on the second ring. “What’s up—”

“—Are you home? I’m coming over.” You rush to speak, legs already moving as you find your bag and keys. “I’m leaving now.”

And not even 20 minutes later you’re standing outside of Taehyung’s front door, foot tapping against the ground as you not so patiently wait for him to let you in. You feel like you have waited an eternity but the reality is probably around 15 seconds. But finally his door swings open and Taehyung is here.

“Hello…” You narrow your eyes at him, speaking slowly. “Cupid.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide before his lips settle into an annoying ass smile, smug and knowing. “Oh?” He crosses his arms over his chest before continuing, “I’ve been found out?”

You squint even harder at him, lips set into a firm line before you push past him, making your way inside his place. “Please explain to me whatever the hell Ara said about you.” You walk inside, getting comfortable on his loveseat. But then you tilt your head, “Why does Ara know? You told her?”

Taehyung closes the door before following you inside, “Uh, I praise Ara all the time for her incredible intuition. Her and I would make the smartest fucking kids.”

“You know what…whatever. Just explain to me what she means when she says you have a method for everything.”

“Well, where to start?” He asks, voice all cocky before he sits next to you.

“Uh, the beginning. So the day I got dumped. The night you dared—”

“—You think that’s the beginning?” Taehyung cuts in, laughter threatening to erupt. “Oh wow, no.” He shakes his head, “I’ve been playing the long game.”

“What?” You look at him incredulously, “What does that even mean?”

“It means you guys are dumb and I’m the best friend ever.” He says lightheartedly.

“You are the last person I would think would play cupid, Taehyung. You don’t even like romantic love!” you shout at him.

“But you guys do!” He shouts back. “Um, news flash, you guys are my best friends and I wanted to help out.” He shrugs now, “It all started back when Jungkook was 14.”

“Huh?” You blink at him, mouth open. Not totally getting it.

“Oh, poor Jungkook had the hugest crush on you, y/n.” Taehyung shakes his head, eyes down at his hands, looking solemn. “It was genuinely tragic because you didn’t even register he was of the opposite sex.”

“For real?” You deadpan.

“For real.” He nods, still solemn before he lifts his head and smirks. “But I had a genius plan.”

“The fucking first kiss.” You tell him.

“Yup, so genius.” Taehyung looks proud, “He still hadn’t had his first kiss because only lips he was thinking about was…” He pretends to gag, “…yours…” 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, “But continue.”

“Anyway, I told him we should just ask you!” He gestures towards you, “It’s not like it was a big deal to you anyway. He was like guy number 4 for you.”

Your cheeks grow warm, “Well...”

“So yeah. Genius plan. But I didn’t know you were going to stick your tongue in his mouth and I didn’t know he was going to bite you.” Taehyung cackles, shrugging his shoulders. “Classic, classic.”

“Oh god…” You feel yourself grow embarrassed.

“Anyway, you vowed you’d never do that again and poor Jungkook was so traumatized from your reaction but well,” Taehyung shrugs again. “At least he got over you for a little while.”

“Taehyung—”

“That’s when I helped Jungkook.” Taehyung leans back onto his sofa, “I helped you the night I made you guys make out.” 

“What are you talking about?” You ask him slowly, body tense but you try to mirror his body as you lay back into the couch cushion as well.

“I was helping both of you actually.” He chews his lips for a moment, “God, I would have done so earlier but you kept wasting your time with guys you didn’t even like. Jihoon, for example.” 

“Oh.” You nod subtly, piecing it together.

“It was pretty obvious you two started hooking up after I dared you guys to make out.”

“How was it obvious exactly?” You eye him suspiciously. 

“First, goodness gracious, the sexual tension was…” He brings his pinched fingers to his lips and gives them a kiss. “And also, I have both of your locations. You were always at his and he was at yours…especially at 2 in the morning…technology wasn’t on your side.” He says with a straight face.

“Damn…it never is.” You say with an equally straight face. 

“So…you guys are…” He motions his hands around.

“Yeah, we were hooking up, Taehyung.”

“Were?”

“I had five simple rules.”

Taehyung looks at you, almost comically ashamed. “Should have guessed.”

“Rule number one, no one can know.” You begin listing them, “Rule number two, no pda. Rule number three, no pet names. Rule number four, not often, just three times a week.”

Taehyung looks at you with obvious disapproval before he silently mouths, ‘lame as fuck’. But you continue, “And rule number five…no feelings.” 

“Okay…” He says slowly.

“He broke all of the rules. All of them. He told me.”

“…Okay.” He says slowly again, as if waiting for the point. “Is that supposed to be bad?”

You stare at him before snorting, “Uh, it’s weird! We’re best friends and now he apparently…it’s weird, right?”

“Uh, you guys are already fucking. Not sure it could get—”

“—I’m serious!”

“I’m serious too!” Taehyung starts laughing. “Y/n…be honest. You broke all the rules too at some point, right?”

“Well,”

“And if I helped you out doesn’t it just mean I’ve known about your feelings before you? Stupid, stupid.” He keeps laughing. “y/n, you broke that fifth rule before you even created it.”

“What?” You look at Taehyung, disbelief on your features. “I did not…well,” You suddenly glance to the side, teeth nibbling into your bottom lip. “Well, I don’t…I don’t know.”

“You do.” Taehyung shrugs. “You know exactly when you realized your feelings for him. Right?”

“No?” You blink at Taehyung, restless eyes now darting all around his living room. “Do I?” You question yourself quietly. “Oh…” You begin to chew on your lips again. “If I had to guess—”

“—You made those rules because like usual…you put restrictions on yourself.” Taehyung cuts in, his voice much softer now. Not much of his usual playfulness. “But the rules don’t matter, y/n. Jungkook was honest with you. Why don’t you try being honest with yourself as well?”

“Are you…” You look at Taehyung, choosing to be careful with your words when you decide you don’t want to be careful with them. “I have feelings for Jungkook too and I should tell him.”

“Well, yeah.” Taehyung chuckles, “He would probably like that.” 

“I…” Your body goes limp against the cushion. “Honestly, you’re right but wow, I felt like this would be a bigger revelation.” You mumble more to yourself. “Why doesn’t it feel like I just realized something so insane?”

“Because you realized it years ago.” Taehyung answers you carefully. “You aren’t dumb, y/n. You know exactly when your feelings shifted…I saw it happen but after that it was lame guy after lame guy.”

You stare at the floor, teeth still digging into your lips. “Yeah, maybe.”

“You already know how he feels so isn’t it easy to just…tell him too?”

“Not really.” You sigh out, “I don’t have the confidence to tell him anything to make it all make sense.”

“It’s Jungkook…” Taehyung conceals a smile. “He gets you, no matter how much your ass doesn’t make sense."

~~~

You almost cannot believe it. You killed that presentation. Your boss sat at the end of the table, eyeing you with pride as you spoke so smoothly, going over the presentation like you knew the ins and outs with such expertise. Probably because that’s true. You were awesome, it’s true. You spoke clearly, smoothly and did the right things to keep everyone engaged.

“I knew this was going to be the perfect fit, y/n.” Mr. Kim tells you, big grin on his face. “You were a natural in there and you really know how to lead the team. I got a few new projects I want you to work on…I know you’ll do incredible.” And then he’s giving you a pat on the shoulder before heading to his own office.

You take a seat at your desk, legs shaking in obvious excitement. You can’t contain it. All the praises and the high you feel from presenting in front of a room of a dozen people is so fresh and contagious. Your entire body is tingling and you feel such a sense of motivation. The confidence is continuing to sky rocket and the only place you want to put this energy is into Jungkook. 

It's Friday and you aren’t sure if he has plans or not but you have decided to go straight to his apartment right after work. Taehyung was right…you know exactly when your feelings shifted and you know exactly how to word everything. The high you feel has suddenly given you the confidence you need…you’re going to wing it. But somehow you know it will all makes sense.

It’s after 5pm and you’re sitting outside of Jungkook’s apartment door. You aren’t letting yourself in because somehow that feels wrong at this time. But after checking his location you can see he’s still not home from work. It’s after 6pm now. He’s still not home. You check his location again and you see he’s at the store…probably grocery shopping. 

Almost 6:30pm when you start to feel anxious again. Too much time is passing and you’re growing further apart from all that confidence and motivation that was running through your veins earlier. You sit here, leg shaking in nerves now. Finally, you hear the distant ding of the elevator down the hall and you just know it’s him. You take a deep breath before standing up from the ground and leaning against his door. He comes towards his door, hands carrying several bags of groceries while he looks at you with big, doe eyes.

“y/n?” He says your name and you feel your muscles tighten. “Why…” He glances around, “Have you just been waiting here?”

“Yes.” You blurt, “I was waiting for you.”

He gazes at you with curious eyes before he lightly snorts, “Why did you wait out here? You should have waited inside.” He smiles now. “But uh, can you actually open the door. My hands are…” He lifts the bags with a sheepish expression and you immediately nod and turn to unlock the door.

“Umm, how was…” Your fingers are pressing against the key pad, “um, your day? How was your day?” You finally get the door open, holding it so Jungkook can slip through.

“It was okay.” He walks past you, his scent hitting your nose. He takes the bags into the kitchen and you follow him. He sets the bags onto the counter before facing you, his attention nowhere on the groceries. “How was yours?”

“Good.” You nod, “I did the presentation and it went so well and now I really need to talk to you.” You step closer towards him and he takes a step back, hands going to the counter as he leans against it.

“Oh, I knew it would go well.” He smiles, eyes sliding to the side. “You just needed a little—”

“—Not here to talk about the presentation.” You cut him off, taking another step. “I—”

“—Well,” His fingers grip the edge of the counter a little, “What exactly—”

“—Rule number one.” Another step, eyes boring into his. “I broke it when I went on that double date.”

Jungkook blinks at you, looking caught off guard. “Huh?”

“Told my date about you. Me and you.” You lift a second finger, “Rule number two, I broke that rule numerous times, didn’t I? First time was when we went to the movies with Jimin and when he wasn’t looking I kissed you. It was in public so I broke the rule. And last night…” You sigh, small smile on your lips. “Broke it again without realizing.”

“What—”

“—Rule number three, I broke that rule the night we were celebrating Jimin’s new found singleness.”

“Or you know, mourning his new found sadness.” Jungkook cracks a smile.

“Oh, right.” You nod, “Sorry I guess Taehyung wore off on me.”

“It happens.” He chuckles, “But—”

“—Rule number four. I broke that rule every single time you wanted me to. You’re right, that rule is the stupidest one.” You smile wider now. “Three times a week? What was I thinking?” You begin to make fun of yourself. “No wonder I didn’t really try very hard to keep you from breaking that one.”

Jungkook eyes you carefully, smile on his lips but it looks unsure.

“And rule number five.” You pause, taking a moment to take a deep breath as your eyes fill with sincerity. “I broke that rule a long time ago.” You admit to him and he scrunches his brows together, almost looks like he’s doubting you.

“Yeah.” You continue, “I broke it the day I graduated from University. The same day I tried to drunk kiss you.” You look at him with a serious expression now and he raises his brows in slight shock and realization. “I was devastated about my mom…but you made me feel like I could move past that sadness because you made me feel so much better.” You frown a little, “That night alone I realized if the only person in this entire world who cheers me on is you…then I could probably be happy about it.”

“y/n…”

“These rules were stupid excuses, Jungkook.” You take another step now. Your eyes going to Jungkook’s hands that grip the counter. “I’m sorry…” You watch as his hands fall from the counter and to his sides. “I was never a stickler for them…god, I am just as bad as you are.”

Jungkook stares at you with big eyes, his fingers twitching because he wants to reach for you. 

“Also,” You bite your lip, trying to stop a chuckle from leaving your mouth. “I have another confession.”

“What’s that?” Jungkook’s expression looks soft as his fingers finally go to your waist. Your body losing all of its tension as soon as he touches you. 

“You were also my first kiss.” Your entire face feels hot. “I lied about my other kisses…everyone else was always talking about it so…”

“Wow,” Jungkook’s fingers hold onto your waist tighter as his lips spread into a knowing grin. “That explains so much.” He teases you, “I mean…the sudden tongue in my mouth…”

“Hey!” You pout at him, “It wasn’t—”

“—Hey.” He cuts you off, fingers spreading over your blouse before his hands find your lower back and he’s pulling you closer to him. “If it makes you feel better, you’ve really improved.”

You frown theatrically at him before he starts really laughing now, one of his hands leaving your back to come to your face. “Really improved. Best in the world now.” He whispers, playful glint in his eye.

“You’re just saying that.” You roll your eyes, your own hands finding his chest. You splay your fingers across his shirt. “So,” You bite onto your bottom lip.

“So.” He strokes his thumb over your cheek. “I have feelings for you. You have feelings for me.” 

“Yeah.” You breathe out, eyes trailing across his face. “What does it mean?” You ask him slowly, carefully. Fingers right over his beating heart. His cheeks turn rosy as he gazes at you, a blush turning him into a pink dream.

“It means we have new rules.” He smiles, teeth poking out adorably. “Five to be exact. And we actually will follow these.”

You quirk a brow at him, “Which are?”

“One…we tell everyone. Everyone has to know you’re mine now. Officially.” He smirks at you, his hand guiding your face closer to his before he plants a kiss to your lips. “Two…I’m going to hold your hands, hug you, kiss you…all the time. Everywhere” Another kiss.

“Jungkook.” You laugh into his mouth before he pulls away again.

“Rule number three…all the fucking pet names. You’re my baby and I’m going to call you that all the time.” Another kiss. “Rule number fucking four.” His hand tightens over your jaw a little, “We are fucking all the time. Like, all the time.”

You laugh, eyes staying on his before he kisses your lips again.

“And rule number five…” He leans back a little, soft eyes gazing at you and you can feel your body react like usual. Heart going crazy. “You should probably go ahead and tell me you’re in love with me now. Have feelings.” He looks at you so lovingly before leaning in again, lips slow to find yours for a long kiss. You sigh into his mouth, heart thumping wildly. “And,” He barely pulls his lips off yours. “You can never break that rule. Because for once, I think we finally found some rules I could follow.”

You pull away from him, just a few fingers lingering on his chest. “You think you can finally listen to me?” You ask him, cocky tone in your voice. “We should put it to the test.”

The corn of Jungkook’s lip start to turn, crooked smile forming on his face. “Yeah? Go ahead and test it, baby. Tell me to do something. You know I would do anything you wanted me to.”

“You would, wouldn’t you?” You can’t help but smirk, front teeth digging into your bottom lip. “Okay,” You slide your fingers down his chest, eyes following as you start messing with the zipper on his pants. “You’ll really do anything I want?” Your eyes rise back to his.

His mouth falls open as he exhales a long breath, eyes already filling with desire. “Anything.”

“Hm,” You lick your lips, eyes glancing around. “Then put away your groceries.” You tell him with the nod of your head, “I can see there’s ice cream. Don’t let it melt.” And then you drop your hand from his body and turn to walk away from him.

Jungkook blinks at where you once stood. His mouth shuts and he conceals the smile that wants to spread so badly, “Fucking tease.” He huffs out, slightly shaking his head.

“I know,” You call out, stopping at the entry of the hallway, a hand on the wall. “But if you want more demands from me, you can meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.” You wink, disappearing into the hall.

“Cocky.” He talks to himself, rolling his eyes and turning his body towards the counter to start putting away the groceries. He chuckles, an endeared smile on his face, “But just like the new rules, I’d follow her to the ends of the Earth.” 

#bts #jeon jungkook #Jungkook smut #bts smut #Jungkook fluff #bts fluff #Jungkook angst #bts angst #Jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #Jungkook fics #bts x reader #Kim namjoon #Kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #Kim taehyung

[theskit]

Stickers AU

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Part 7

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Sitting on the hotel roof as he tried to calm down from the high-speed flight away from Batman, Danny looked over his ill-gotten gains.

Ooh, candy! Why did Batman have candy? Did he have a problem with his blood sugar? Shrugging, Danny popped a sucker into his mouth. What else did he get?

Fiddling with one piece of a thin stack of black metal, he managed to click a concealed switch that caused the sides to expand from an unobtrusive oval to razor-sharp, wing shaped edges. Ow!

Shaking the sting from his left hand, Danny inspected the thin, shallow slice on his finger before holding it to the edge of his hoodie to keep his blood off things until he got back to the room for a band-aid.

Getting the now obviously a batarang to collapse back down, Danny beamed. Score! He'd gotten four of the things, one each for himself, Ellie, Sam, and Tucker. He didn't think Jazz would mind not getting a vigilante throwing weapon as a souvenir. She usually used the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick or the Boo-Staff, having been mostly banned from long-range weaponry on account of her inheriting Dad's aim...

Shuddering, Danny banished the memories accompanied by that thought in favor of the last item. Looking it over, it seemed like an airpod? Did he grab one half of Batman's headpho-... Oh, Ancients that was a communicator! Could they track it? Who was he kidding, of *course* they could track it!

Freaking out juuuust a little, Danny stuffed everything else into his pockets, grabbed the comm unit, and high tailed it, phasing through walls and floors in his hurry to get back to the room.

Once there he dove for his luggage, pulling out the Thermos he'd brought along just in case, and dumped the ear piece in before locking it down.

There. Heaving a sigh of relief, Danny slumped down against the side of the bed he'd claimed when they first checked in. The ecto-shielding on the Thermos should block any incoming or outgoing signals until he could get Tucker to look at it and make sure no one could trace the comm back to him.

Wincing against the light as the bedside lamp on the other side of the room flared to life, he saw Jazz squinting at him fuzzily, one hand on the Anti-Creep Stick propped up on wall beside the bed. "Danny? Izzat you?"

"Yeah, Jazz, it's just me. I just got back, sorry for waking you. I'm gunna wash up and head to bed. You can go back to sleep." Danny felt bad that he'd woken Jazz up after she'd had a long day helping set up the Fenton convention booth and gently riding herd on their parents' over enthusiastic responses to the other 'ghost hunters'.

"Okay Danny, glad you're back safe. Night," Jazz mumbled as she turned out the light and laid back down. Danny smiled at her softly before turning to gather his things. It had been a good night, if more eventful than he had planned when he first went out exploring.

Batman had traced the comm unit's signal to one of the larger, more popular hotels in the area before the strangely fluctuating signal had cut out entirely.

Inspecting the roof, he caught sight of a dim glow. Kneeling down, he collected what looked to be a few drops of fresh blood with a swab kit. It appeared that whoever had taken his gear had rested here for a bit before leaving again, possibly to check what all they had taken, then finding and disabling the comm unit. He hoped they hadn't injured themselves too badly, probably on the batarangs, if it was indeed their blood he'd found.

The dimly glowing sticker, still on its backing paper with a drop of blood on the corner, caught half under an air conditioning unit, pointed to it being the same person. Picking it up, Batman inspected it for a moment before dropping it into a separate evidence bag. He'd put both samples through analysis back at the cave.

@mygood-bitch99 @stargazer-luna @easily-broken-by-emotion @dolfay @britcision @cyber-geist @is-this-even-relatable @alcorbearson @fisticuffsatapplebees @thegatorsgoose @my-mom-calls-me-rat @some-rotten-nest @crystalqueertea @meira-3919 @wandererofthestars @seraphinedemort @bjurnberg @blep-23 @stargirl1331 @bianca-hooks123 @addie-lover-of-stories @pickleking8 @iconicanemone @sarina-elais @mur-ururu @sailor-goddess @dragonfirefeather @nutcase8691 @ravenpainter

#dpxdc #theskit writes #Stickers AU #danny makes his own stickers :3 #and now danny is running around gotham like a gremlin #with a pocket full of homemade stickers #whatever will he do with them? 😈

[onlyonetifosi]

Behind the camera: chapter 1

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It was a warm summer afternoon in the small town of Monte Carlo, Monaco, where the Leclerc family resided. Yn and Charles, just three years old, were playing in their backyard, their laughter echoing through the air. Despite being twins, Yn and Charles had their distinct personalities and looks, yet they shared an unbreakable bond

"Charles, catch me if you can!" Yn giggled, running around the garden, her little feet barely keeping up with her enthusiasm

"Attends, Yn! I'm coming!" Charles called back, his eyes shining with excitement as he chased after his sister

Their playtime was always filled with joy and mischief, and today was no exception. Their older brother, Lorenzo, joined in the fun

"Lorenzo, regarde! Look at me!" Yn shouted as she tried to perform a somersault. "Je peux le faire! I can do it!"

Lorenzo clapped his hands, "Wow, Yn! That was great!"

Charles, feeling a little competitive, decided to show off too. "Watch this! Je vais faire un saut en hauteur! I'm going to do a high jump!"

Yn and Lorenzo watched in awe as Charles jumped, trying to touch the lowest branch of a nearby tree. He didn't quite reach it, but his attempt was still impressive.

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In the following weeks, Yn attended her ballet classes with enthusiasm, and her love for dancing only grew. Charles, on the other hand, developed an interest in racing from a young age. Hervé, a racing enthusiast himself, couldn't be happier to see his son's passion for speed and cars. He gifted Charles a small toy race car, which quickly became his most treasured possession

"Maman, look what I can do!" Yn twirled around clumsily, trying her best to imitate the graceful movements she had seen on TV. Her parents smiled lovingly, encouraging her tiny attempt at ballet

"Très bien, ma chérie! You're doing great," her mother praised, clapping her hands. "You'll be a wonderful little ballerina!"

"Charles, you should try too!" Yn beamed, hoping her brother would join in her enthusiasm for ballet.

Charles laughed and shook his head. "No, no, Yn. I want to be a race car driver like Papa! Vroom vroom!" He pretended to steer an imaginary car, and Lorenzo enthusiastically joined in the play

Pascale and Hervé watched their daughter with pride, celebrating every little step she took in her ballet journey. However, Yn's clumsiness soon caught the attention of the other girls in her ballet class, who began to tease and make fun of her

"Regardez-la, elle danse comme un éléphant maladroit! (Look at her, she dances like a clumsy elephant!)" one of the girls mocked, causing the others to giggle.

Yn felt her enthusiasm waning, her heart heavy with sadness. She couldn't understand why the other girls were mean to her, but she was determined not to let their words discourage her.

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As the twins grew older, they started kindergarten, and Yn was excited to embark on this new adventure with her brother. However, things didn't go as smoothly as she had hoped. Charles, being the more outgoing and confident of the two, quickly made friends with the other children, while Yn struggled to connect with her peers

One day, after a particularly challenging day at school, Yn came home feeling downcast. She sat at the kitchen table with her parents, sharing her feelings

"Maman, Papa, pourquoi est-ce que Charles a toujours des amis, et moi, je n'en ai pas?" (Mom, Dad, why does Charles always have friends, and I don't?) Yn asked tearfully

Her parents exchanged understanding glances, and her father pulled her into a comforting hug. "Ne t'inquiète pas, ma chérie. Les amis viendront avec le temps. Tu es spéciale, tout comme ton frère." (Don't worry, my dear. Friends will come with time. You're special, just like your brother)

Yn nodded, trying to hold back her tears. She wished she could be as confident and popular as Charles, but it seemed like an impossible task

Months passed, and Yn tried her best to keep her feelings buried, not wanting to upset her brother or their parents. But one day, the weight of it all became too much to bear. Unable to hold back any longer, Yn confronted Charles during their walk home from school

"Charles, tu ne comprends pas. C'est difficile pour moi. Les autres se moquent de moi et je n'ai pas d'amis" she finally confessed, her voice quivering with emotion. (Charles, you don't understand. It's hard for me. The others make fun of me, and I have no friends)

Charles stopped in his tracks, finally seeing the pain in his sister's eyes that he had been blind to for so long "Je suis désolé, Yn. Je ne savais pas) he said, feeling regretful (I'm sorry, Yn. I didn't know)

They sat down on a nearby bench, and Yn poured her heart out to Charles about the loneliness she had been enduring. Charles listened attentively, his heart aching for his sister. He realized how selfish he had been, caught up in his own excitement without noticing the pain she was going through.

"Je suis vraiment désolé, Yn. Je ne voulais pas te faire du mal. Je serai là pour toi, quoi qu'il arrive" Charles said, his eyes filled with sincerity. (I'm truly sorry, Yn. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll be there for you, no matter what happens)

Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she hugged her brother tightly “Merci, Charles. Je t'aime” she whispered, feeling a rush of relief (Thank you, Charles. I love you)

From that day on, Charles made a conscious effort to include Yn in his circle of friends, and the two became inseparable. Yn also found solace in pursuing other hobbies and interests, such as drawing and storytelling, where her creativity and uniqueness were celebrated.

Their relationship grew stronger as they navigated through childhood together. Their parents often marveled at how inseparable they were, and even though they had their fair share of fights, their bond only deepened with time.

#behind the camera fic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x sister!reader #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc x sister!reader #f1 drivers x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f2 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfiction #arthur leclerc

[phoenixcatch7]

The Wayne doll house

Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.

The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.

It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.

There was nothing there when he went back.

-

The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.

The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.

So civilian it was.

Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.

"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."

"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.

"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."

Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.

"I think.... I would be best for that."

The team stared.

"Batsy?"

Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.

"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."

"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."

"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."

Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.

"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."

Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."

"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"

"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."

For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.

"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."

"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"

"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.

Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.

"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."

-

"Alien?"

"No."

"Reanimated corpse?"

"No."

"Uh... Demon?"

"Hm. No."

"You're not just a meta human, are you?"

"No."

"Vampire?"

"No."

"Robot??"

"No."

"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"

"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.

"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."

"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."

Flash groaned again.

-

Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!

'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.

So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.

With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.

"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."

The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.

He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.

The click of the door jerked his head up.

Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.

Flash screamed.

Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing

#batman #Possessed doll au #bruce wayne #justice league #cryptid batman #Cryptid batfam #Didn't fit in there but I wanted to include that every bat member has a mask that covers their mouth #They've all got nutcracker jaws #I don't know the technical name but you know the ones where only a block moves for the mouth and the cheeks don't? #Super creepy on a life size thing I'd imagine #So if their mouth guard or mask gets ruined guess who's having nightmares that night! #Normally cryptid batfam go to great lengths to Look Inhuman and these guys still do it's just easier to not get joints jammed if you cover #Them up. Doesn't mean they haven't pavloved the whole criminal underground into terror at the sound of wooden clacking #They can turn ALL their joints 360 and it terrifies the average goon when you try to sneak behind a bat and it just swivels around to lock #With you. They grapple by shooting their hands out (so they can't lose their grapples) and it doesn't look nice. Yes they use it to #High five from across rooftops or grab things. Punch people in the face from the rafters. (pie the joker) #Their outfits look painted on (they mostly are). Ears swivel. They each have gliding wings installed in their backs after a scare with ivy #Clark was too polite to ask about the rattling and hissing noises he made until one day he was scouting with xray vision glanced over #And nearly screamed XD #long post #long tags

[dairy-farmer]

You know those We're Suddenly In A Foreign Country Team Ups? Where Team A has to Team up with the Local Heros? There HAS to be hook ups, after they win. During celebrations.

And EVERYONE always assumes? It's probably the outgoing, upbeat, flirty ones right? Impulse or Superboy etc?

Nope. It's the cryptid. Robin in the side room, only half naked and getting pounded like the Team Lead needs it more then AIR.

Because it's not like Robin's gonna SEE these guys again. Or at least anytime SOON, he figures. He has his turf, they have theirs. But? The puss game unforgettable. Life changing. Leaving these poor bastards PINING.

It leads to so, SO many fist fights. None if which these newly minted JLA members will explain the cause off.

But Batman Knows.

Oh he knows the SECOND Red Robin beams on boards and all these trouble makers go "!!! ROBIN! Hi~♡" only to whip around and glare death at each other.

Bat Dad is So Tired. Not again.

-🐼

tim has had to live with his brothers and father for too long and KNOWS the mistakes they've made by fucking and hooking up with people they see everyday in their civilian and cape jobs. bruce has had to endure more than one public slap at a gala, including one at damian's birthday party that really soured the evening. dick has, on more than one occasion, been locked out of the comms system because he fucked up in some way with babs. jason had been bitter and pissy for four weeks while he tried to find a new grocery store to shop at that took his coupons and carried that imported soda he liked because he decided to fuck and ghost one of the cashiers that now stared him down everytime he tried to go in to shop.

so tim has seen and, unlike them, he actually makes it a habit of trying to learn from other's mistakes. so not only is every cape in the justice league and titans off limits but so is literally every person in gotham. because that stuff can and WILL come back to bite him in the ass. so...tim gets a little...pent up. he's adhering to some strict self imposed guidelines so it makes sense that when he finally gets a chance to fuck someone he gets a little...enthusiastic.

its just once and he'll likely never see the person again so he doesn't think much about it. and so he never figures out why all these heroes from different parts of the world seem to have such beef with each other 😭

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. ix

Travelers. Friends. Mutuals. @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @the-private-eye @demonic-panini @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. MOTHERLY VOICE: I finally got a moment to myself thanks to Eber and Camilla… Thank the Goddess… I don’t know what I would be doing without them. (THE PERSON SIGHS) Where do I begin? I guess… my name would be a good start.  (CLEARING THEIR THROAT) My name is Eevee Bell, and I am one of three to four dozen Dome Wardens on Brahma. Our duty is to perform routine maintenance on the planet’s Dome, track incoming and outgoing shuttles and ships, and monitor Brahma’s severe weather outside the Dome. I love my job. I think I do my job very well. From what I’ve heard about other planets, they have robotics and computers to do this job now. Artificial intelligence that the Solar Planets spent a fortune to perfect. Of course just like with everything else though, Brahma gets left behind in the dust. (EEVEE CHUCKLES UNDER HER BREATH) EEVEE: Goddess bless our savior New Kinshasa. (EEVEE LAUGHS A BIT HARSHER) EEVEE: What happened to us though has been brewing under their noses for some time now. I guess it was only a matter of time before… something was done.  To be honest I’m still not entirely sure what did happen. I know that our alarms went off when the Reactor Core was removed, and I know they stopped going off when the Core was put back. I know that the Chief Constable called all of our stations, and ordered us to go home. I know that we have not gone back to our stations for nearly ten days. I know that if we don’t accept any imports within the next seven days Brahma will begin to suffer. And if we fall, New Kinshasa falls with us.  Cyrus called me while I was rushing to get home to Baird. He asked me how much I knew and after I told him, I asked how much he knew. He said it would be better if he came to speak to me in person. He lives across town with Iris. I told him it wouldn’t be wise to meet up so late, especially with a curfew in place. He disagreed, but I talked enough sense into him that he waited until morning to catch a tram over here to the apartments.  Baird was not enthused to see him. He was rather… indifferent, actually. I know it hurt Cyrus’ feelings, I do plan on talking about it with Baird when I can, but it’s so hard to talk about anything seriously right now. I’d rather keep things as light-hearted as possible.  I sent Baird over to Camilla and Eber’s apartment while I had tea with Cyrus. He looked so worried. He asked me if I saw the Chief Constable’s broadcast about the Revolutionary, Peter Nureyev. I have. I watched it with Baird the night before after I got home from my post. Cyrus said that he doesn’t know of any Peter Nureyevs in any of his revolution circles.  He surprised me by asking me for my thoughts about the Constable they allegedly found murdered by the Revolutionary. I didn’t at the time, and I still don’t now. Cyrus said that he has reason to believe that part was a lie. He doesn’t believe the Revolutionary killed a Constable. He thinks it might be an elaborate lie or cover-up for some more vain truth. (EEVEE INHALES SHARPLY) The revolutionaries are holding a meeting tonight. Cyrus invited me to come. He wants me there. I don’t want to get in trouble, but… I need to keep Cyrus and Baird safe. And by extension, it’s my job to keep Brahma safe.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS: EEVEE:  What the fuck! NEW VOICE:  What are you doing? EEVEE:  What am I doing I’m recording you idiot! Cyrus, don’t you see? If what was discussed tonight has any truth to it, New Kinshasa isn’t going to let any of this get out. More than– I bet you my next paycheck that Dark Matters is going to play a role in covering it all up! (CYRUS TRIES TO SHUSH EEVEE) CYRUS:  Alright, alright– you have a point. Keep your voice down alright the streets have ears… You really hope your little comms though is going to play a role in– This? EEVEE: Mark my word, I think my little comms will outlive both of us. If Baird’s lucky it will outlive them.  (CYRUS GROANS. EEVEE GIGGLES) Okay, okay… I attended the meeting– CYRUS: The book club. We went to a late-night book club meeting. What? Don’t give me that look. Plausible deniability, Eve. EEVEE:  Right. The Book Club. We attended Book Club and talked about the climax of a war story. In the story, the main character kills a man with radical ideas to overthrow their government. The man he killed was not popular amongst the rebels. In theory, they should have agreed with him. CYRUS: In practice, however, the rebels do not condone murdering hundreds of thousands of people. Thus the whole unpopular amongst the rebels.  EEVEE:  Of course, word got out about the man’s death, and to cover it up, the government claimed him as an Enforcer. And they were getting away with it because the last clothes the man was found in was a stolen Enforcer uniform.  I don’t know if I believe the rebel or the government’s of the story– CYRUS: Eve– EEVEE: But! But. But I do believe that it was the right call for the rebels to sit back and wait for information to trickle out to them slowly… I think I’ll need to attend the next meeting to really make sure I understand what I’m getting myself into. Oh– I’m so tired. Can we discuss all this in the morning? With hopefully less ears listening in? (CYRUS HUMS AFFIRMATIVELY) CYRUS: I’ll even let you sleep in if you let me crash on your couch.  EEVEE: Of course, I wouldn’t make you walk across town while already breaking our curfew.  CYRUS: Thanks, Eve.  (LONG PAUSE) Baird’s not going to be mad to see me, is he? EEVEE: This late at night? I doubt it. If anything he’s staying over at that Spade’s apartment probably fast asleep with Charlie. Oh, they’re so sweet together. I went to say good night to them one evening and I couldn’t kiss Baird’s head because Charlie had a death grip on his shoulders. He's always polite and entertains all of Baird’s whims… I wish you were around more to see it happen. CYRUS:  You and I both know why that can’t happen.  (BOTH OF THEM SIGH) EEVEE: You know he’s only so pouty around you because you and I split up, right? He just wants us all together again. Like a proper family. CYRUS: We are a proper family. Mom who works too hard, dad who left to get milk and never came back– see? Proper family. (EEVEE LAUGHS CAUSING CYRUS TO LAUGH) UNFAMILIAR VOICE: Hey, state your business and show your credentials. CYRUS: Shit, Constables. Run Eve! SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. RECORDING BEGINS.  (EEVEE WHISPERS) EEVEE: Cyrus and I got away from the Constables last week perfectly fine. This week on Brahma: we went to another revolution meeting. A few old timers took roll call and one of them said he had reason to believe that the person the Angel of Brahma killed was one of theirs. A man who wasn’t the least bit popular in any particular revolutionary circle. Apparently, he wanted to drop New Kinshasa out of the sky and saw it perfectly fit to kill all of Brahma in the process.  (EEVEE SCOFFS) The nerve of some people. No one at the meeting could remember his name though, and no one still knows who Peter Nureyev is outside of the photos projected on every billboard on the planet now. He looks so young. Those dark and haunting eyes and sharp teeth. I find it hard to believe that he’s just a teenager. But– he is.  I’m trying to keep my voice down right now because Baird is asleep. The meeting was held before curfew this time so Cyrus went home to Iris and I walked alone back to the apartment. Eber was waiting for me just outside and before I could say hello he was dragging me down the halls to Hank’s apartment. His dog Missy was sprawled out on the sofa but Hank, Camilla, and Josie were all gathered around the dinner table. Mrs. Darius was upstairs with Talia, Charlie, and Baird. I sat down and told them everything I could.  The revolutionaries wouldn’t let me record anything with my comms during the meeting, but there wasn’t much that I think needed to be recorded. Just talk about who was storing what, who was leaving their doors open to help others. There was a lot of talk about going on strike. Either food or labor. They want to send a message to New Kinshasa. I don’t think I can afford to do much of anything. Me and the other Dome Wardens just went back to work two days ago, we are working through a backlog of off-planet imports and exports still. If I strike alone I’ll just be fired. If all the Wardens strike, then the Constables will take over and that will lead to certain catastrophe. And if I stop eating then Baird will stop eating and he’s already so… short.  Oh– I wish I got a chance to talk to Cyrus before we went our separate ways. He’d help me think of some way I can help. Better yet, he’d probably be able to give the others here at the apartments the answers they wanted from me. Hank didn’t say anything other than telling us to get out. Eber, Camilla, Josie, and I were silent on the walk upstairs. The kids were delighted to see us. Eber walked Talia back down to Hank, Josie was trying to fill in Mrs. Darius, and Camilla and I watched the boys play some sort of game where they kept pinching each other and trying to not shriek? I think that was the objective? Children’s games used to be much less violent when I was that age. I remember when– BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Memma? EEVEE: Bairdy! What are you doing awake? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I couldn’t sleep. You were being too loud.  (EEVEE TSKS) EEVEE: Then let’s put you back to bed alright baby? C’mon. I’ll even sing for you if you’d like.  SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: I have either made the best decision of the revolution that will turn the tides in favor of Brahma, or the worst mistake of my life.  I told the old-timers at this past meeting that I work as a Dome Warden, and that a few of my colleagues seemed interested in joining the rebellion but were uncertain on how to go about it. The old-timers were delighted for a number of reasons and had drawn the same conclusion that I had a few weeks ago when a labor strike was first brought up. They think it would be very good if I was able to get some of the other Wardens on board with the revolution.  Cyrus was very quiet during the meeting. I asked him before we left if he had any opinions he was holding back, and all he said was to trust my gut. So… I trusted my gut. I told the other Wardens at my post about the meetings. I told them about going on strike. A few seemed skeptical. Others wanted to know when the next meeting was. I’m going to contact Cyrus and get him to help me get the others to the next meeting.  I hope… this wasn’t a mistake. I guess time will only tell. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS AGAIN. NEW RECORDING BEGINS. EEVEE: –you turned it on. Good job, baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Mom, why are you showing me how to use your comms? Is something going to happen to us? Is something bad going to happen to you?  EEVEE: What? Oh no, baby. Nothing is going to happen to me. I just think you would find more use out of my comms than I would. Look, since you got it to record you can start recording all those little songs you like to sing. Or maybe you can get Charlie to record a story for you.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): But Mom, I like your singing and your stories more. Will you sing for me? And tell me a story tonight? EEVEE: Absolutely not. You get one or the other. Take your pick. And whatever you don’t choose, you have to give to me.  (BAIRD POUTS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… I want a story from you, and then I’ll give you a song. EEVEE:  Good choice, Bairdy. What kind of story would you like? (BAIRD HUMS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): I want a story about Brahma.  EEVEE: A story about Brahma? Well… there once was a boy born on Brahma with nothing. Not even a name. He grew up just like everyone else, hungry for more. More food, more freedom, more time. The boy followed a man who dreamed of dropping the New Kinshasa on top of the planet.  The boy was very tired. Tired of being poor, tired of being hungry, tired of being alone. But he knew, that if he let that man drop New Kinshasa out of the sky, he would never be able to forgive himself. Brahma is his home. He looked down at Brahma from up high, and saw them: his people.  Starving young faces just like his looked up to the sky and stared back at the city as it trembled. The boy had the power at his fingertips to stop a tragedy.  This is it. The people thought. This is how we go out. Not with the big bang, but crushed under the heel of our jailor.  The boy heard their thoughts. He felt a rush of adrenaline and stopped the man from getting away. The city of New Kinshasa never fell out of the sky that day. The people were ordered to retreat to their homes. But that evening, everyone heard about the great threat against the Guardian Angel System. And everyone learned the name Peter Nureyev. And for the first time in the last half-century, hope bloomed on Brahma. The Boy, The Legend, The Angel of Brahma.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): That’s not a story Memma, that’s history.  EEVEE: And what is history but a story we have to learn from? Now, I believe you owe me a song. (BAIRD GROANS AND HUFFS) BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Fine… (BAIRD TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND HUMS. THE SOUND GETS CLEARER LIKE HE’S BROUGHT THE COMMS CLOSER) My angel, I must ask you keep singing for me.  How sweet your tune, like a songbird at noon.  What a lovely trill, it makes me feel ill. O’ My heart overflows, I could never let go.  Like chimes in the wind, it must be destined.  I’ll find my way home, with your voice I’ll never be alone. Happy? (EEVEE SNIFFLES) EEVEE: Very. Thank you, Baird. That was beautiful.  (FABRIC RUSTLES, BOTH BAIRD AND EEVEE HUM) Promise me you’ll never stop singing baby. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Of course, Memma. I don’t think I could even if I tried.  EEVEE: Good. Now– (EEVEE PRESSES A KISS TO BAIRD’S HEAD) Get some sleep. Okay? We have a long day tomorrow. And Bairdy? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Yes, Mom? EEVEE: You know that I love you, right? BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): To the moons and back, yeah… Mom you promised nothing bad was going to happen to you.  EEVEE:  And nothing will. Good night, Baird.  BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Night Mom.  SOUND: DOOR CLOSING. BAIRD (FUTURE REVOLUTIONARY): Which button was it to end the recording? Was it this o– SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

- EEVEE BELL. BAIRD BELL. must contact Frannie’s friend about both of those names. - Dome Wardens are indeed an old, out of date job. Eve is right, they’ve been replaced with robots. It’s actually kinda scary how right she was about things. About that, about Dark Matters probably covering everything up with New Kinshasa. - Cyrus and Eve sound so fun together. I can see why they got married and had a kid together. - Bairdy and Memma… right up there with Charls and Dearest. - Oh Baird, he was 12 when these recordings were made. 12. Just almost a teenager, not quite. Almost too old to be called a baby. - Eve loved Baird so much. She reminds me of my mother a bit. And she knew exactly what she was doing tucking Baird into bed that final time. There’s no doubt in my mind this is the last recording with her in it. She was taken away after this and never came back. The Dome Wardens did go on strike at some point according to Baird in other recordings, so did someone snitch to a Constable? Did she the Constable that almost caught her and Cyrus track her down? - I think that’s the most frustrating part of my job. No matter how much I dig and research, there are some things that will be lost to me forever.

#at some point this was like pulling teeth #so i may revisit it and rewrite some of it #or elaborate/add more #BUT im happy rn #funfact: the story eve tells is almost word for word what i wrote on buzzkillgirls post #about nureyev the legend vs nureyev the man #our angel of brahma #the penumbra podcast #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #the penumbra fanfic #a hotboy's writing #FUCKGING BIRDS NEED TO SHUT UP NOW SO I CAN SLEEP-

[unsc-radio]

OUTGOING BROADCAST

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Hey everyone, just a quick heads up for anyone visiting Outpost Tremonius. If you see an Eilte in Maroon just wandering around, dont worry about it.

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None of us know his name, he doesn't speak any Human languages and none of us speak Sangheili. Dudes chill though. He spent an hour helping me carry equipment this morning.

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He's sat in the Comms room right now, looks like he might be sleeping, so I'm gonna call it here. Stay safe folks.

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Lieutenant Barker, signing off

#Halo #Halo infinite #Sangheili

[luke-hughes43]

Background | Luke x zegras sister

This is just general info about Stella that we've talked about so far. I can definitely add stuff as we talk more about her.

Stella Zegras

born March 6, 2003 (same age as Luke)

trevor's younger sister

her and griffin are twins and ava is 2 years younger.

I'm thinking that she's pretty short and that she's only like 5'1 compared to luke's 6'2

she goes to umich with Luke,

double major, business/comm and media

plays softball at umich

wears number 6 because it's the day she was born

has a best friend (Bella) that she's attached at the hip that plays softball at umich with and lives with

her and Bella are born 3 days apart.

tears her ACL during her freshman year at umich

transfers to rutgers after missing her entire sophomore season due to injury and Luke signs his contract in jersey.

very similar to trevor in terms of personality and is very loud and outgoing and the life of the party.

girl does not slow down. double major, d1 athlete, boyfriend, partier. the definition of a puke and rally girl.

like this girl is always doing something, whether she has lift, practice, a game, homework, going to see Luke play, or just luke.

Luke constantly has to tell her to slow down and remind her to eat and drink water and sleep.

lmk if you guys think of anything else that we can add.

i have a little mood board/aesthetic vibes thing i think is what i imagine stella to be like.

here's a mood board/aesthetic vibes of how I feel that Stella is.

#luke hughes #umich hockey #stella zegras

[dreamtydraw]

/!\ New mission /!\

Become a salesperson and try to sell me any of your oc/personal game/your favourite game. You may choose which one you want to sell.

Rewards: 30xp, a cookie and a title (the title name varie on your success rate of the mission)

-📜

A NEW ANON !!!!!! Hi quest anon !!!!

*euhm euhm*

Let me sell you Achik since his game will come out in a few weeks !

Achik is that one emotionaly mature person who will treat you and your baggage right ! Want the closest thing to a therapist that is not one ? Try Achik he's rich !

He has a pomeranian, family trauma, trust issues and a great taste in food and fashion. He will take you out on a drink and offer a listening ear volunterly, valuing you as an individual regardless of your gender.

If romance isn't your intent, worry not ! Achik come with a deep platonical relathionship package that can be explored trough long personal discussion.

If you buy Achik that mean you're garanteed to gain a mean lesbian vampire sister in law and a cool outgoing social best friend who will compliment your wardrobe. Bonus for the mont of February, all the achik bougt comme with a package of white tuipe ! Don't wait more and buy your own achik on itch.io

Also Achik is for the Aro and Ace folks, that all !

#bip boop #quest anon #can i get my xp ? #my art #my oc #tulipe #achik

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @hellhunted_

Fingers dance idly along the device, rubbing his thumb over the touch screen as color danced across his features. It was...well, it was somewhat embarrassing if the avian was being honest but at the same time he felt a swell of pride and confidence in the gesture. ' Hey... ' a soft hum, trailing off as head tilted while sapphires rested on husband's frame. Surely he wasn't interrupting something? He hoped not, sitting next to the other upon couch and scooting closer before leaning against his arm. ' I...I made something. For you. Us...mostly you. ' he nodded, biting down hard on lower lip. From stone cold indifferent assassin to embarrassed husband in the span of moments, he offered the other the device in his hand while connecting it to the Bluetooth speakers in their house. ' It's...it's a playlist. I mean it's not like. Anything creative or unique...or special. Nothing like that, but...just. Stuff...that reminds me of you. And us. ' he nodded, pressing play on it for music to begin on Shuffle. Initial musical offering was slow, but intimate, and the avian stood with darkening features yet still. ' Will...you dance with me? To it? ' an offered hand, finally meeting gaze.

entertainment was provided by a simple trivia show; something that ran on the tv every evening. husbands presence however, was welcome, and the canine quickly turned the volume down and turned his eyes towards the avian. an arm was thrown around his narrow shoulders to pull him closer, while the mobile phone in his hands went entirely ignored— it was rather common occurance after all.

" hi, " simple greeting was returned and then further accentuated with a kiss to forehead. " is something the matter? " he wasn't entirely ignorant to his mate's body language; it was often the primary way for the hound to actually decipher anything at all about the other. part of him believed naoto wouldn't say anything; admit to it at best, but not want to actually talk about it.

to hear that he'd made something for him— them —had the canid perking up with brows raised, whereas eyes tipped downwards to find mate's own. " yeah? what is it? " naturally, first expectations were some silly invention again— something technological in one way or another... the only thing that made ignis doubt was the fact that the bird didn't sound very confident about it— it was so unlike him.

a frown was adopted upon his features when the phone was pushed into his hands— immediatelly he wanted to complain about this not being the best idea, and that he had no clue how to operate this thing. naoto keeping his fingers on the touch screen and navigating through a couple menus kept him quiet, before he was turning his head in the direction of the sound playing. a playlist.

" that's already unique and special. and thoughtful, " especially with the emphasis on thoughtful, did he grab lover's face and pull him in for a proper kiss— he could only guess what other songs would be included after this one, something so slow that did not sound like the falcon's usual style. he didn't want to let him go even afterwards, thinking that'd be that, resisting the slight pull that the bird was exerting. a question about as much sat at the tip of his tongue, failing to be voiced and only expressed through the faint confusion in his expression once naoto did stand up.

it was his turn to blush, it seemed. considerably less noticeable than the flush staining pale cheeks, but there nonetheless. " oh... " it was soft, barely audible, even to his own ears. he could still swear that he could count the times he and naoto had shared a dance on the fingers of one hand, and so it remained... something sacred. all things considering. a smile tugged at his lips, happily accepting the offered hand, and standing. " yes. gladly so. "

#comms. ( “OUTGOING” ); #records. ( “OFFICIAL” ); #reports. ( “CERBERUS” ); #hellhunted #// my son and his enjoyment of tv trivia shows smh #// i love their little 'hey' 'hi' exchanges a lot #// I LOVE THEM DANCIN UR HONOR #// nao is so cute when he actually tries to be attentive like a good hub. 🥺 #// i wuw them #// i hold them up and i smack them together fOR A KISS

[fatecantstopme]

Not Afraid to Love You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Summary: You’re an Avenger, a recent addition, extremely adept at all things computer technology. When a mission goes sideways, everything changes for you.  

Warnings: Just a little bit of canon violence/death, angst, insecurity, body image issues, swearing, SMUT (18+). Oral (M & F receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex. 

Author’s Note: This one hits a little closer to home, as all plus-size reader stories do for me. I don’t usually write my plus-size reader as shy, self-deprecating, or super self-conscious, but I know how hard it is to be truly vulnerable with someone. To let them in and see all of you, inside and out. I just want you to remember that you’re beautiful. Your body is beautiful. Your shape, size, height, skin color, etc. does not make you unworthy of love. You deserve to be loved deeply and passionately by someone who respects you and appreciates every part of you. I hope you enjoy this story and I love each and every one of you.

You’d joined the Avengers almost a year ago, and what a year it has been. You were what Steve called “a computer genius”, which wasn’t exactly true, but even you had to admit you were extremely good with technology. There wasn’t anything you couldn’t code and you hadn’t met a single thing you couldn’t hack into. It was a skill that was desperately needed by the team in this technological era. 

You’d become fast friends with Natasha, spending a lot of your free time hanging out with her. Steve always felt more like a mentor to you than anything and you looked up to him. The rest of the team was always a lot of fun to be around and everyone had accepted you with open arms. 

Then there was Bucky Barnes. He was different. To say you were a little intimidated by the man would be a massive understatement. He was infinitely more beautiful in person than you’d expected and sooo much larger. He towered over most people and his body was simply built for power. He was beautiful, and so far out of your league he was in another universe. 

You didn’t look like the other girls on the team. You never had. You’d always been a little bigger. Thick thighs, bigger arms, large butt, large boobs, and a belly…which was definitely the thing you hated most. Everything else you could learn to work around, but not the belly. It was a sore spot for you even now. You weren’t shy, exactly, but you had a little bit of social awkwardness when you first met people, which you attributed to your self-consciousness. But around Bucky, it was a whole new level of awkward. You never knew what to say to him, so most of the time, you avoided him. You were never rude or anything, but you never sought out his company. 

Bucky was always nice to you. When you’d first arrived on the compound, he’d been friendly and outgoing, but when you weren’t reciprocating, he backed off. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. He knew what it was like to be the new guy (or gal). He was still polite and friendly, always treating you with respect. When you had to work together on a mission, you were always on the other end of the comms, so you had no issue keeping your head on straight. The few times you’d been required to go into the field for something, he’d either been elsewhere or on a different team. You liked it that way. It was just easier. 

This morning, you’d gotten a call from Nat saying you had a new mission. You got dressed and headed down to the conference room for the briefing. When you arrived, you were surprised to only see Natasha, Bucky, and Steve. “Where’s everyone else?” you asked. 

Steve turned to look at you. “Hey, (Y/N). It’s actually just going to be us. It’s a small covert mission, so we need a small team.”

“Okay. Where are you guys headed?” you asked as you sat down at the table beside Natasha. 

“Actually, we’re all going to London,” Steve replied. 

“All? I’m going to?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah, you’re actually the most important piece of this mission.”

You shrugged. “Okay, lay it on me.”

Steve explained the situation. Essentially some guy in London had some information that the team desperately needed. He was planning something major (like blowing up half a city, major) and it was vital that they get the information about his plan before anything happened. Only problem? That information was on a secure server that could only be accessed from inside the server room itself. He had state of the art computer defense technology and attempting to hack into it from the outside would be useless. 

“So you’re going to have to go into the building, access the server room, do whatever techy thing you do, and get back out,” Steve said. 

“Sounds simple,” you replied. “What’s the catch.”

“The entire place is basically a fortress,” Natasha chimed in. “Guards, high-level security, and the building itself is a maze.”

“Oh. Yeah sounds great,” you said sarcastically. 

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you in,” Natasha said. 

“By myself?” you asked worriedly.

“No way,” Steve cut in. “Bucky will be with you as your bodyguard.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out. Suddenly this mission sounded like an absolutely terrible horrible plan. 

“I’ll be monitoring the security system from the outside,” Natasha said. “Steve will be out front making a distraction. That way you and Bucky can sneak in without being seen.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak. 

“I’ll keep you safe, (Y/N),” Bucky said gently. 

Just the sound of his voice made you weak in the knees. “Thank you, Bucky,” you said without looking at him. You turned your attention back to Steve. “When do we leave?”

“30 minutes. We don’t have time to waste.”

**********

30 minutes later and the four of you were loaded onto the Quinjet and on your way to London. You and Natasha were up front and Steve and Bucky sat in the rear. 

“You know, this isn’t exactly how I’d planned on visiting London for the first time,” you said lightly. 

Natasha laughed. “This is your first time?”

“Yeah.”

“Girl, it’s beautiful. Unfortunately, we won’t have time for sightseeing on this trip, but I promise you and I will take a vacation here. I’ll show you around.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Nat. Sounds like fun.”

“So you feeling good about everything? You ready?”

You shrugged. “As ready as I’m going to be for now.”

She smiled. “You’ve got this (Y/N/N).”

“Thanks.”

***********

When the four of you landed in London, you immediately headed to a hotel. The plan was to go over the details of the mission and prepare to execute it that night. 

You and Natasha shared a room, and Bucky and Steve had the room across the hall. The four of you gathered in your room to start planning. Steve laid out the plan again and Natasha pulled up the blueprints for the building. You’d studied them on the plane, so you were already familiar with the layout. You knew exactly where you needed to go to get to the server room. 

As night began to fall, your nerves began to rise. You knew you could do what needed to be done, but you weren’t sure if you could focus with Bucky being right there with you. You decided you would just have to pretend he was someone else. If you didn’t look at him, you could easily pretend he was Steve. 

When it came time to head out, the four of you split up. Natasha and Steve took a vehicle they had rented, while you and Bucky took a cab to about a block away from the building. It was a silent cab ride. You were nervous, and being in such close proximity to Bucky made it 1,000 times harder. Bucky, on the other hand, could tell you were uncomfortable and he assumed he was the cause, so he stayed quiet, leaving you to your thoughts. 

When the cab dropped you off, you did your best to get into mission-mode. “This way,” you said, pointing to the left. 

Bucky followed you, half a step behind you the entire way. You stopped once the building was in your sites. You both put your ear pieces in and did a quick comms check. Steve and Natasha responded that they could hear you. It was go time. 

You didn’t know exactly what Steve’s plan was for a distraction, but he implemented it quickly. Within moments, Natasha’s voice came over the comms telling you and Bucky to go. As you neared the side entrance to the building, you saw a guard rushing towards the front and away from you. 

“Apparently, Steve’s plan worked,” you mumbled. 

“They usually do,” Bucky whispered back. “Okay, let’s move.”

Bucky led the way through the side entrance in case there was anyone on the other side. The corridor was blissfully empty and the two of you made your way further inside the building. You pulled out the signal jammer you’d brought and switched it on. The guards would have no way of communicating with each other, but it also meant you couldn’t communicate with Natasha or Steve.

“Stairs on the right,” you whispered. 

Bucky nodded and moved towards the stairwell. He guided you down two flights before coming to a stop on the landing beside the door you needed to go through. 

You looked at him quizzically and he put a finger to his lips to silence you. As you watched him, you realized he was listening for any sounds on the other side of the doorway. Sounds you wouldn’t be able to hear with your normal human ears. 

When he decided it was safe to go, he nodded his head and lead you out the door and into a dark hallway. You pointed to a door just down the hall on your left. You mouthed “That one” and Bucky nodded. You quickly made your way to the door, which was locked with a numeric keypad. You smiled and pulled out a small device from your pocket. You plugged it in to the underside of the keypad and let the device do its job. Within seconds, the door unlocked and the two of you went inside. 

The lights flicked on automatically when you entered and you let out a little gasp. This was the biggest server room you’d ever seen. It had to span the entire floor…which definitely wasn’t on the blueprints. 

Bucky looked around. “Do you know where to go?”

His voice brought you back to the moment and the reason you were here. “Oh, yeah. Umm…it’s just down here.” You started walking towards the row you needed, but stopped when you realized Bucky wasn’t following you. “You coming?” 

He shook his head. “I’m going to guard the door. We don’t need any unwanted visitors.”

“Okay, I’ll be quick.” You hurried to the server row you were looking for and pulled your laptop out of your bag. It took you about 2 minutes to get into the system. Now, you just needed to find what you were looking for. 5 minutes passed. Then 10. Finally, you found the file folder you were looking for. You opened it up and smiled. “I love when bad guys are so organized,” you said to yourself. You copied the file onto your external flash drive and waited for it to upload. The file was massive, so you knew it was going to be a few minutes. “Almost done,” you called to Bucky. 

“Sounds good,” he called back. 

Thankfully, the file took less time to copy than you’d thought and you were able to remove the flash drive after a couple minutes. You tucked it carefully into your pocket before starting to erase any traces you may have left of your entry into the server. 

You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn’t hear footsteps come up behind you. You didn’t realize someone was there until you felt something cold and hard press into your spine. You froze, fingers still on the keyboard. 

“Don’t move,” an accented voice ordered. 

You did what he said. 

“Put the computer on the ground.” 

You slowly placed the laptop on the ground, afraid to move too quickly. 

The moment it touched the ground, the man began to stomp on it with his foot, busting keys and making irreparable damage to the machine. 

The noise alerted Bucky. “Hey, (Y/N), you alright?” he called.

The man behind you, who by now you had realized was a guard, gave you a look that said “if you don’t lie, I’ll shoot you.” So lie you did. “Yeah. I’m fine,” you called. 

There was a slight quiver in your voice that Bucky noticed immediately. He started to move towards where you were. 

The guard gestured for you to walk ahead of him. The gun was still pressed firmly against your spine, so you complied. As you rounded the corner back into the main walkway, you saw Bucky moving towards you. His face relaxed when he saw you unharmed, but quickly changed when he saw the guard behind you. 

Bucky’s gun was already in his right hand, but it was at his side. He didn’t dare move for fear of the guard shooting you. “Let her go,” Bucky demanded. 

“Stop there,” the guard told you. You stopped immediately and the guard came up to stand beside you, placing his gun against your temple. 

Bucky’s entire body screamed for him to do something, but he needed the element of surprise. It was the only way he could ensure you didn’t end up with a bullet in your head. Bucky’s eyes found yours and he could see the terror reflected in them. You were trembling and he could see how quickly your chest was rising and falling, indicating the rapid shallow breaths you were taking. “You’re okay, (Y/N/N). Everything’s going to be fine,” he said, making every attempt to sound reassuring. 

“Don’t lie to the girl. My employer has strict rules about intruders. They are to be dealt with swiftly and with finality. In other words, I’m sorry, but I must kill you both.” 

You whimpered and Bucky’s heart started racing. Seeing you terrified was bad enough, but that sound you’d just made? It ripped his heart into pieces. 

“Put your gun on the ground and kick it towards me,” the guard demanded. 

Bucky kept his eyes trained on you, trying to reassure you. He knew this was the moment he’d been waiting for. As he started to bend down, the guard’s focus shifted to the ground where he expected Bucky to place the gun. Instead, Bucky’s right arm snapped up and fired the gun in the blink of an eye. The bullet hit the guard directly in the forehead, killing him instantly. 

As the guard fell to the ground, Bucky ran to you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), you’re okay. I’ve got you.” 

You didn’t respond. Your body was frozen in place, terror etched into your features. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. It was like your brain had short-circuited. You had never faced your own mortality like that and you’d really believed you’d been about to die. 

Bucky knew you were scared, but he also knew you had to get out of there. “Doll, I need you to hear me, okay? Someone will have heard that gunshot. We need to go.”

Tears welled in your eyes and Bucky realized you were in shock. You couldn’t move. He looked at you with sadness in his soul and he whispered, “I’ve got you.” He scooped you up like you weighed nothing and rushed out of the room. He went out the same way you’d come in, carrying you up two flights of stairs with ease. When he got outside, he tried to call for Natasha or Steve, but he realized your signal jammer was still on. He dug into your pocket and pulled out the device. He switched it off and immediately Natasha’s voice came through his ear piece. “Bucky? (Y/N)? Can you guys hear me? The guards are coming to the server room. You need to get out of there!”

“Nat, it’s Bucky. We need a ride. Now.” Bucky started running in the direction of the rendezvous point. “(Y/N)? You still with me?” 

You whispered, “Bucky,” in the most broken voice he’d ever heard. He pushed his emotions down and kept moving. He just needed to get you out of there and somewhere safe. 

When he arrived at the rendezvous, Natasha and Steve were already waiting for him. Steve started to get out of the car when he saw Bucky carrying you, but Bucky yelled for him to get back in. He gently placed you in the back seat and slid in beside you. Natasha turned around, clearly worried about her friend, but Bucky yelled for her to drive. 

They made it back to the hotel in record time. When Natasha parked the car, Bucky looked over at you. Your eyes were closed, but your breathing had begun to level out. “(Y/N/N)?” he asked tentatively.

“I’m okay,” you whispered. 

Bucky nodded. “We’re at the hotel. Can you walk?”

You nodded.

By the time Steve and Natasha got out of the car, Bucky was already helping you out from your side of the vehicle. They exchanged worried glances as they watched Bucky steady you. You tried to take a step, but your legs were shaky and you almost fell. Bucky held you up and slipped his arm around you. “Just lean on me, okay? I’ve got you.” 

You did as he suggested and the four of you made your way into the hotel. When you reached your room, Natasha unlocked the door and everyone followed her in. Bucky helped you to the couch and then sat right beside you, not willing to let you out of his sight for even a moment. 

Natasha sat on the other side of you and Steve took the chair across. “What happened?” Steve asked gently. 

Bucky started to explain what had happened in the server room, but you cut him off. Your voice sounded dazed, but your words were clear. “I was finishing up. I—I didn’t hear him. I just felt the gun at my back.”

“A guard,” Bucky said softly.

You nodded. “He smashed my laptop. That’s—that’s the noise you heard.”

Bucky nodded and Natasha reached over to take your hand. 

“He told me to walk towards the center aisle,” you said, voice sounding stronger. “I couldn’t warn you. I—I didn’t—”

“Hey,” Bucky interrupted. “You were at gunpoint, doll. It’s okay.”

You kept talking as if he hadn’t spoken. “I saw you and I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.”

Natasha squeezed your hand and you took in a shaky breath. “I—It was—I…” you trailed off, unable to finish.

Bucky took over then, explaining how the guard had put his gun to your head, how Bucky had killed him, and then the two of you escaped. Bucky left out some of the details, simply saying you were in shock, so he carried you to get you out of there quickly. 

The realization finally dawned on you that Bucky had saved your life. “Thank you,” you whispered. 

“For what?” he asked softly.

“For saving me.”

Natasha squeezed your hand again. “It’s his job, sweetie.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to thank me.”

You shook your head. “Thank you,” you insisted.

He offered you a small smile. “You’re welcome, (Y/N).” 

“I’m sorry this happened to you, (Y/N/N),” Steve said softly. “But I’m glad you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Me too. Oh,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out the flash drive. “Everything we need is on there.” 

Everyone, including Bucky, looked surprised. “You got it?” Bucky asked. 

You nodded. “About 2 minutes before the guard found me.”

Steve picked up the flash drive. “You’re amazing, (Y/N). Truly. Thank you for doing this.”

Natasha patted your thigh. “You just saved a lot of lives, (Y/N/N).” 

Steve nodded his agreement. “We’ll exploit this as soon as we get back home. He won’t know what hit him.”

You just nodded, unsure of what to say. Honestly, you were just really tired. 

As always, Natasha seemed to read your mind, “Alright, (Y/N) needs her rest. Frankly, I think we all do. We leave at 0700 tomorrow, so go get some sleep.”

The two men stood up and said their goodnights. Bucky shot you one last lingering look before following his friend out the door. 

“(Y/N/N)? Why don’t you take a shower? It’ll make you feel better.”

You looked up at your friend and nodded. “Okay.” You made your way to the bathroom and got into the shower. You stood under the hot spray and realized she was right. It did make you feel a little better. 

When you finally came back out, Natasha had already gotten your bed all ready for you. “Get some sleep,” she said gently. “I’m gonna shower, but then I’ll be in the bed right next to you if you need me, okay?”

You nodded and murmured a soft “Thank you,” as you crawled into bed. The moment your head hit the pillow, exhaustion overtook you. You were asleep before Natasha was even in the shower.

**********

The next morning, Natasha’s gentle voice roused you from sleep. “Hey, time to get up. We’ve gotta get moving.”

Your eyes opened slowly and you sighed. “I’m awake.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Shockingly well. Apparently exhaustion kills nightmares.”

“That’s good.” She stood up. “Come on. Let’s get ready and packed up.”

You both made quick work of getting ready and packing up your small bags. You hadn’t brought much, so it was pretty simple. 20 minutes after you’d gotten out of bed, the two of you were knocking on Steve and Bucky’s door. 

Steve opened the door with a warm smile. “Morning, ladies. We’re almost ready.” He gestured for you both to enter the room. 

Bucky was shoving the last of his things into his bag when you walked in. He looked over at you, concerned eyes scanning your face. You gave him a small smile and it was enough to get him to relax a little. “Good morning, (Y/N).”

“Hey, Bucky.”

Natasha and Steve exchanged a glance, small smiles etched on their faces. This was a very new interaction for the two of you. “How is it that you’re the last one ready, Barnes?” Natasha teased. “We’ve got places to be.”

“Beauty like this requires rest, Nat,” he joked as he zipped his bag shut. “Besides, I’m ready.”

Nat rolled her eyes and walked out the door, Steve right behind her. You started to follow, but Bucky called out your name. “Yeah?” you asked as you turned around.

“Are you—how did you—I mean, um. You okay?” 

“I’m alright, Buck. I promise.” You turned and headed out the door. 

Bucky quickly followed, trying not to focus on the fact that you’d called him a nickname for the first time ever. Sure, “Bucky” was technically a nickname, but everyone called him that. This was different. At least, it was different to him.

**********

When you arrived back at the compound, you just wanted to curl up in your room and read. The rest of the team stopped by throughout the day to see how you were doing and to ask if you needed anything. It was actually really sweet. The only person who didn’t stop by was Bucky. It surprised you how badly you wanted one of those knocks on your door to be from him. 

It was just past lunch time and you were curled up in your favorite chair in the corner of your room, nose buried in a book, your favorite place to be. You were in the middle of a really good part when there was a knock at your door. You groaned quietly, hating having to put the book down. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate your friends, you just really hated to be interrupted when you were reading. “It’s open,” you called. 

The door opened slightly and the top of a brunette’s head popped in. “Is it okay if I come in?”

Bucky. You straightened yourself out a little and said, “Sure.”

Bucky came into the room fully and took a look around. All of the rooms looked similar, but you’d taken the time to really make yours home. You’d painted it a soothing color and the walls were lined with books and different things that made you smile. Pictures hung on the walls and geeky knick-knacks adorned the shelves that you were so proud of. Pillows and blankets were piled on your bed, making it the comfiest spot in the room. Just above your bed hung a massive painting of a colorful dragon. It was one of your prized possessions. It was also the thing that seemed to have grabbed Bucky’s attention. 

“That is incredibly beautiful,” he commented. 

You blushed. “Oh, thank you. I, umm, I made it.”

He turned to you in shock. “You made that?”

You nodded. 

He took a step closer as if to inspect it better. He turned back to you and smiled warmly. “You’re incredibly talented.”

Your cheeks turned impossibly redder. “Thanks.”

He looked at the chair across from yours. It was the only seating in the room other than the bed and a small pouf that your feet were currently propped up on. “May I?” 

“Of course.”

He took a seat and looked at you intently. His deep blue eyes were piercing and it made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Like he could see straight through you.

“How are you, (Y/N/N)?” he asked, eyes softening. 

“I’m okay, Bucky. Truly. It was a terrifying experience and I hated every minute of it, but I’m glad that we both came out on the other side.”

He nodded. “Me too. For the record, I was terrified too.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You were?”

“Of course I was. Fear is a normal reaction when faced with death. You just have to learn to overcome that fear and act.” 

“Technically you weren’t faced with death, I was.”

“Somehow that was worse. It made me feel powerless.”

There was something about the way he said it that you made you pause. “Because it was your job to protect me?”

“No. Because I care about you and I didn’t want to watch you die.”

“Oh…” you swallowed thickly. 

“This team is my family. I care about every single one of them and that includes you. I don’t want anything to happen to any of you.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. I feel the same way.” You’d thought…well for a moment, you’d thought he meant he cared about you…like cared. 

Bucky nodded. “So I uhh, I actually have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“I think you should learn self-defense.”

You laughed, but stopped when you realized he was serious. “Oh, you’re not kidding. Well, Bucky no one has time to teach me self-defense. Everyone is busy doing their own training.”

“I could teach you.”

You felt your face turn bright red. “Umm…”

Bucky felt your discomfort and immediately backed off. “Or, I mean, I could umm…I could see if Natasha isn’t busy and can maybe teach you, ya know if you want—”

He’d started rambling and you realized you might have said the wrong thing. Sure, training with Bucky could be an absolutely terrible idea given how you felt about him, but something had changed in you. Facing your own mortality gave you a different outlook. It made you bolder, less afraid. “I want to learn and I want you to teach me,” you said, interrupting him.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times as he digested your words. “Okay, um. Awesome! Yeah. This will be fun.”

You smiled. “When do you wanna start?”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“Sure. Sounds like a plan.”

“Awesome,” Bucky said again. Clearly at a loss for words. He was surprised that you’d actually agreed to letting him train you. But he had to admit he was incredibly excited about it. “So I’ll…I’ll see you in the morning, then?”

“Yup. See you then.”

He got up and left your room, sending you a little wave on his way out. You sat in your chair, book completely forgotten. Your mind was focused on the conversation you’d just had and what you’d agreed to. You looked down at your body and felt uneasy. You weren’t athletic by anyone’s standards…and you certainly weren’t at Bucky’s level of skill and prowess. But you hated feeling weak. You hated feeling defenseless. And you were angry at yourself for freezing up the way you did. I mean, Bucky had to carry you for god’s sake…up 2 flights of stairs! It was absolutely mortifying. But what gave you pause was the fact that Bucky actually seemed excited to train you. So even though you were moderately terrified and absolutely embarrassed of your physical appearance and lack of abilities, you were also looking forward to the next morning. 

**********

You met Bucky the next morning in the gym. He was waiting for you by the mats, already starting to stretch. The man literally looked like a Greek God brought to life and you suddenly felt the urge to run away. He was literally just wearing a t-shirt and shorts and you were about ready to pass out. You’d worn all black. Black leggings, black t-shirt. Black was safe. Hid the sweat and maybe some of the fat too. 

Bucky looked up and saw you. He sent you a grin and waved you over. Your only thought was I am so totally fucked. You walked over to him and smiled, pretending you were totally chill. “Morning, Bucky.”

“Morning, (Y/N/N). You ready for this?”

“Mhm.” Even you didn’t think you sounded convincing. 

He laughed. “It’s day one, doll. We’ll take it slow.” 

Your blood started pounding in your ears. Doll. He called you doll. You had a sudden flashback to the night of the mission. He’d called you doll then too…you’d just been too focused on other things to notice. You’d never heard him call someone doll before and you had to admit you liked it. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He smiled. “We’re just gonna start by stretching. Warming up is really important so you’re not as sore tomorrow. We’ll stretch after too.”

You nodded and mimicked his stance. Every stretch he did, you followed suit. Once you were adequately warmed up, he started to show you the first step. 

“I don’t want you to just learn how to defend yourself. I want you to learn how to fight and win. Sure, I would rather you be able to run away, but if you’re backed into a corner, you need to know you can get out of it.”

You nodded. “Teach me, sensi.”

He laughed heartily and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “Sensi. I like that, but I think you can just call me Bucky.”

You smiled. “You’ve got it, Bucky.”

He chuckled and then got down to business. By the end of the session, you were tired and covered in sweat. Bucky, meanwhile, looked perfect. Bastard wasn’t even out of breath. “You did really well today, (Y/N/N).”

“You’re full of shit, but I appreciate it.”

“I’m serious. For having never fought before in your life, that was pretty good.”

“Thanks, Buck. I feel disgusting, so I’m gonna go take a shower. See you at breakfast?”

He nodded and watched you walk away, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. You’d called him “Buck” again and you joked around with him…which is something you’d never done before. He loved it. He had a feeling he was really going to enjoy these training sessions. 

**********

After the first lesson, you were achy and sore as hell. But you still got up the next morning and trained with him again. You’d trained with Bucky every single morning for the past month and you were finally feeling like you could hold your own. You’d started wearing tank tops to fight in; realizing it was way too damn hot to wear sleeves. You’d switched to capris as well, but you weren’t quite ready to switch to shorts. No one wanted to see your dimpled thighs. 

You’d had a really good session that morning and you were feeling pretty good about yourself. You were also getting to know Bucky better and you found yourself wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. You liked him. Really liked him. Not just because he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, but because he was Bucky.

When you crawled into bed that night, you expected to have a nice peaceful sleep. Just like you did most nights. You’d had a couple nightmares since the mission, but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

Unfortunately for you, fate had different plans. You hadn’t been asleep very long when you were dropped into the middle of a dream. You were back in the server room. But this time, Bucky was the one with the gun to his head. You felt powerless…terrified. All the skills you had developed wouldn’t be able to save him. You weren’t faster than a speeding bullet. So you watched, helpless, as the guard pulled the trigger and Bucky slumped to the ground. You had just enough time to scream his name before the guard pointed his gun at you and pulled the trigger. 

You woke up with a start, covered in sweat. Your hands were shaking and your heart was racing. You stumbled out of bed and into your bathroom to splash water on your face. “It was just a dream,” you said to yourself. “Just a dream.” You looked in the mirror and then closed your eyes. Flashes of the dream played on the backs of your eyelids. You opened your eyes and sighed. You took a deep breath and got in the shower, rinsing the sweat from your body. You put on clean pjs and crawled back into bed. But as you stared at the ceiling, you realized there was no way in hell you’d be able to sleep. You rolled over and grabbed your phone, unlocked it, and opened up your messages app. You typed a text to Bucky that simply said “I had a nightmare.” Your finger hovered over the send button, debating whether or not you should send it. It was almost 1am…maybe it wasn’t fair to wake him. You shifted in bed, just enough to make your finger slip and hit the send button. Well…too late now. 

You figured he would text you back and ask about the nightmare…or maybe text you in the morning when he woke up. He might have his phone silenced when he sleeps. It had been 2 minutes since you sent the text and he hadn’t responded. You sighed and thought about your life choices. 

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on your door. “(Y/N/N)?” Bucky’s soft voice called from the other side of the door.

Well that was not one of the scenarios you’d expected. You jumped out of bed and grabbed a robe, throwing it on and smoothing your hair before you opened the door. There he stood, sweatpants hung low on his hips and a t-shirt; hair all a mess from sleep. “Bucky.”

His concerned eyes met yours. “I got your text. You okay?”

“Yeah, it was just a nightmare.”

“A bad enough one that reached out to me in the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. It’s late and you were probably asleep—”

Bucky entered your room and shut the door, effectively cutting off your rambling apology. “It’s fine, doll. I know what it’s like to have nightmares that you can’t escape.”

You looked at him in silence for a moment. You knew his past. Some you’d gotten from Steve or Natasha, but a lot of it you’d gotten from him just in the past month. You knew if anyone would understand what you were feeling, it was him. Tears welled in your eyes and you sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Hey,” he said softly as he sat beside you. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You stared at your hands and felt the tears fall down your cheeks. “I was back there. In that room. But it wasn’t like it really happened. You were me and I was you…and I didn’t—I couldn’t—we both died,” you trailed off in a whisper. 

Bucky didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug. He held you tightly and let you cry on his shoulder. “We’re both here, (Y/N/N). We both made it out alive. You’re stronger now than you were then. Things would end differently.”

You pulled away from him and shook your head. “That’s the thing, Bucky. It wouldn’t. Everything you taught me is great if I’m the one in danger. But what if it’s someone else? What if it’s you? And I can’t save you because I don’t know how to shoot a gun or throw a knife or any of that?”

He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear so he could wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I’ll protect you, doll. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“You can’t promise that, Bucky. I don’t want to be powerless.”

He sighed. “I’ll teach you anything you want to learn.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

He stood up and for a moment you thought he was leaving. Instead, he picked up a couple pillows from the floor and stacked them up against your headboard before crawling into your bed. He patted the spot beside him. “Come on. You should get some sleep.”

You looked up at him in confusion.

“I’m not going to leave you alone, (Y/N). I don’t want you to feel afraid. So I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

You stared at him in silence. This man was going to be the death of you. This was not how you’d imagined him in your bed, but somehow this very caring, very real moment was better. You stood up and made your way to the other side of the bed. You slid under the covers and discovered it was virtually impossible to lay in your bed and not touch him. Your queen-sized bed had never felt so small. 

As if he sensed your trepidation, he whispered, “Come here.” He reached out and pulled you into his side, forcing you to rest your head on his chest. There was something incredibly intimate about this moment, but you were desperate to not think about it. 

His cold metal fingers danced gently against the skin of your upper arm. It was an exceptionally soothing motion and it calmed you. You found yourself relaxing against his chest, letting the slow, steady beat of his heart lull you to sleep. 

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to hear deep breathing coming from behind you. You felt a heavy weight draped across your stomach and your hand reached out to touch it. You felt cold metal against your skin and the events of the night before came back to you. You glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 7:15am. It was the morning and Bucky was still in bed with you. He’d stayed the entire night. 

Your movements stirred him from his slumber. “Morning, doll,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. 

“Morning,” you said softly. You desperately tried to calm your pounding heart, knowing full-well that his super soldier ears could hear it. 

He breathed in deeply and you felt the stubble on his cheek rub against your shoulder and you sucked in a breath. His lips brushed against your hair and he murmured, “Did you sleep okay?”

You had to force yourself to breathe and formulate some sort of response to the man. “Mhmm.” That’s not a real response, (Y/N), you thought internally. 

He nuzzled in closer to you and tightened his grip on your waist. “Me too. Your bed is so comfy.”

You chuckled in what you hoped was a light, pleasant way, and not the extremely awkward-wtf is going on-way that you were feeling. His arm was tight around your stomach and you suddenly felt overwhelmingly self-conscious. He was touching your stomach. James Buchanan Barnes, sexiest man alive, was touching your fat rolls. 

Bucky felt your body tense against him and it woke him up more. “You alright?” he asked gently. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I just, umm. I have to pee,” you lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie…you kinda did have to pee.

He laughed and released you. “I suppose you can use the bathroom.”

You jumped out of the bed like it was on fire and rushed to the bathroom. You dropped your head on the sink and groaned. Could you be more awkward? The man of your dreams was literally in your bed, and you acted like he had leprosy. You sighed and dragged yourself to the toilet to do what you’d come in here to do. When you were done, you washed your hands and face and did your best to not look entirely homeless as you walked back out. You brushed your teeth before exiting the bathroom because no one likes morning breath. 

Bucky was still laying in your bed, eyes shut, when you opened the door. He was just so handsome it actually hurt you to look at him. He opened his eyes when he heard the door close again and he smiled at you. “Come back to bed.”

You chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. “It’s already 7:30, sleepy head. We have training in 30 minutes.”

“We could skip one day of training,” he mumbled. 

You laughed. “Nope. Not when you’re supposed to teach me everything I want to learn.”

He groaned. “I’m suddenly regretting that promise.” His tone was light and teasing, but he sent you a wink just to make sure you knew he was joking. He sighed and rolled out of the bed. “Since you’re so demanding, I’ll go take a shower and meet you downstairs in 20 minutes.”

You smiled. “Make it 15…since I’m so demanding.”

He laughed. “I walked into that.” He opened your door and peered out before leaving and closing the door behind him.

It was only as he left that you realized he was looking to see if anyone was in the hallway…he didn’t want to be seen leaving your room in the morning. Of course he didn’t. He wouldn’t want people to think there was anything sexual going on between you two. You looked down at your body and then walked over to the full length mirror. You took off your robe and stared at yourself in your pjs. You felt tears well in your eyes and you felt miserable. There was no way someone like Bucky would ever want to be with someone like you. He was just a really good friend and was too nice to say no. 

**********

You weren’t your usual self during that morning’s training session. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. In fact, it was an entire week before Bucky finally stopped you in the middle of a session to insist you tell him what was bothering you. 

“Nothing, Bucky. Can we please just spar?” Words you never thought you’d say. 

“Not until you tell me the truth. I’m not an idiot. You’ve been walking around with a frown on your face for a week straight. You’ve barely spoken to me and I’m pretty sure you haven’t even made eye contact with me since last week.”

You deliberately made eye contact with him just to prove him wrong. You were surprised to see sadness and a little bit of hurt in his blue eyes. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, that’s all. I didn’t mean to take it out on you,” you said softly.

His expression softened. “So you’re not upset with me?”

You offered him a small smile. “No, Bucky. I’m not upset with you.”

He smiled and looked relieved. It dawned on you that he really was worried you were upset with him. He cared about you, even if it was just as a friend. You needed to do better to respect that and therefore, respect him. “So, can I punch you now?” you joked. 

He laughed. “Bring it, sweets.” He dropped into a defensive stance and waited for your advance. 

You threw the punch knowing full well he was going to block you and likely knock you on your ass. Problem was, you couldn’t focus. Bucky had just dropped a new nickname on you and you were utterly unprepared for it. 

You groaned as your back hit the mat and Bucky hovered over you. “What kinda punch was that?” he teased. He stood up and gave you a hand up as well. 

You stretched your back. “I was just testing you.”

He laughed. “Aren’t I supposed to be testing you?”

“Fine, let’s do it again.”

**********

It had been another three weeks since your little chat with Bucky. You’d continued training every day and you felt like you were making real progress. From what you could tell, Bucky agreed. 

This morning, you were really giving him a run for his money. You were both drenched in sweat and neither one of you had tapped out of the fight yet…45 minutes in. 

“Did you eat some sort of super energy bar this morning or something?” Bucky complained breathlessly. 

“Nope, I just woke up ready to kick some ass,” you said with a grin, equally breathless. 

This was longer than your usual sparring matches, so naturally, other members of the team had started wandering into the gym to do their workouts. Steve and Natasha had set up on the mats across the room, giving them a great view of the fight between you and Bucky. 

“She’s really doing great,” Steve commented. 

“I know. I’m so proud,” Natasha said with a smile. 

The two of them continued to stretch, but they didn’t take their eyes off of you and Bucky. Bucky swung his fist towards you, but you easily ducked, sliding behind him and getting a kick into his side. That kick was enough to knock him off balance and you took that opportunity to tackle him from the side, knocking him to the ground. 

For a second, you were on top of him, but he quickly flipped you over, pinning you to the ground. You struggled for a moment, but then seemed to give up. Bucky lowered his guard, giving you the perfect moment to strike. You flipped him onto his back and straddled his torso. Before he could register what was happening, you’d pulled a knife out of your boot and held it to his neck. 

His eyes widened as he realized you’d won. “That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. 

You shot him a grin, reveling in the fact that you had beaten the super solider. You were both out of breath and an absolute sweaty mess, but there was something in the air in that moment. A deep desire-filled tension. 

Bucky couldn’t help but love the way you looked straddling his hips, breathless and sweaty. He fought the urge to grab you and kiss you…an urge he’d been fighting for months. 

Your eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from his. You wanted him with the kind of desperation that would normally embarrass you. But in that moment, looking into his lust-filled eyes, you thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted you just as badly. 

The tension was broken by the whoops and hollers coming from the other side of the room. Steve and Natasha were running over to you, cheering obnoxiously. It was actually kind of endearing. 

You looked back down at Bucky and grinned. “Guess we should get up.”

Bucky’s hands gripped your legs, silently pleading with you to stay. You gave him a gentle swat and pulled yourself out of his grip. Once you were on your feet, you reached a hand out to help him up, which he took gratefully. 

“My whole body aches,” he murmured.

You laughed. 

Steve and Natasha had reached you and both of them were excited. 

“You beat him, girl! That was freaking awesome,” Natasha said. 

“Thanks, Nat.”

“Seriously, that was excellent fighting, (Y/N).”

You smiled at Steve. “I did have a good teacher.”

Bucky smiled. “A teacher you just beat.”

“I do feel pretty good about that, actually. Especially since you’re a super soldier and all that.”

He laughed. “Okay, guys, Literally every part of my body aches and I feel like a giant sweaty mess. I need to hit the showers.” He turned to you. “I’m proud of you, doll,” he said quietly, as if the words were only meant for you to hear. 

You smiled warmly. “Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky walked off towards the locker room and you watched him walk away. 

“I kinda can’t believe I won,” you said lightly.

“Well believe it sister, because it was incredible,” Natasha said with a grin.

You smiled at your friends, feeling very good about yourself. “I hate to agree with Bucky, but I also need a shower. I feel gross.”

They both congratulated you again and let you escort yourself back to your room for a much needed shower. 

**********

After your shower, you went down to the kitchen to get something to eat. You were starving. Unsurprisingly, Bucky was already there, making himself an omelet…or three omelets, maybe?

When you entered, Bucky looked up and shot you a grin. “How you feeling, champ?”

“Like an actual champion,” you teased. “But also, parts of my body ache that I didn’t know could ache.”

He laughed. “I feel that, actually.”

“You’re a super soldier. Give it an hour and you’ll be fine.”

“There are perks.” He flipped his omelets. “Want one?”

“Oh, I’m okay. I was just going to make something.”

“Well I have 3 and I probably only need 2…so if you want it…”

“Well, since you’re offering and I don’t have to cook, then I’ll take it. Thanks.”

“Have a seat, I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”

You plopped down at the kitchen table and watched the handsome man finish making breakfast. There was something incredibly sexy about him being all domesticated and whatnot. 

A few minutes later, he sat a plate in front of you, giant omelet barely fitting. He had another plate for himself, his two omelets stacked on top of each other. You noticed that your omelet was the biggest of the three and if you weren’t starving, you would probably have argued with him about it. 

You took your first bite and let out an involuntary moan. “Holy crap, that’s good.”

Bucky’s body tensed up when he heard that sound. It made his breath catch in his chest and heart skip a beat. “Glad you like it, doll.”

You smiled at him between bites. “It’s delicious.” 

As the two of you ate your breakfast, Bucky watched you with a small smile on his face. You looked so beautiful like this. Your hair was still damp from the shower, no makeup, wearing leggings and an oversized t-shirt, but you were absolutely the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “We should go to dinner tonight,” he heard himself say.

You nearly choked on your food. “What?”

“Ya know…to celebrate you kicking my ass.”

You nodded. “Yeah, sure. That’ll be fun. You’re buying,” you teased.

He grinned. “Of course I’m buying. I’m the one who lost, after all.” He paused. “Meet out front at 7?”

You smiled. “Sounds perfect. What should I wear?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Something nice. We’re not going to a Denny’s,” he teased. 

You laughed. “Alright, so no sweatpants. Got it.”

**********

20 minutes later and you were knee deep in clothes in the middle of your closet. “I have nothing to wear,” you mumbled to yourself. 

“Knock, knock,” Natasha said as she popped her head into your closet. She looked at you in the middle of the pile of clothes and chuckled. “What’cha doin’?”

“Bucky and I are going to dinner tonight to celebrate my big win and I have absolutely nothing to wear.”

Natasha looked at all the clothes on the ground and the ones still hanging. “This is a big closet and it’s filled with clothes.”

“Yeah, but nothing nice. He said to wear something nice.”

Natasha’s eyes widened knowingly. “Oh, I see. Okay, then. We’ll just have to go shopping. Come on.”

You climbed out of the closet and followed your friend to her room. “Where are we going, exactly?”

“I know a store downtown. It’s the perfect place to find exactly what you’re looking for.”

You had a feeling it would definitely not be the perfect place, especially if Natasha shopped there. You weren’t exactly the same size. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go.”

30 minutes later, you were standing in the entrance of a very beautiful boutique filled with all kinds of really nice clothing. What surprised you were the mannequins throughout the store. They were all different shapes and sizes, indicating that the store itself catered to a variety of body types. 

You looked at Natasha and she had a smile on her face. “Come on, let’s find you something perfect.”

Natasha grabbed absolutely every dress she thought would look even halfway decent on you. She wanted you to try on everything. You’d always hated trying on clothes, but Natasha’s energy was rubbing off on you. You had to have tried on about 30 dresses before she handed you one that you thought would never work. “Umm, Nat? Isn’t it a little short?”

“Just try it on,” she insisted. 

You sighed and closed the curtain. You slipped the dress on and managed to get the zipper pulled up by yourself. When you looked in the mirror, you let out a small gasp. The dress was a beautiful silky black with gold detailing. The bodice was form fitting, but not too tight, and it didn’t make your boobs look like they were about to spill out of the dress. The sleeves were soft butterfly sleeves that floated off of your shoulders. The length had made you nervous when you’d seen it on the hanger, but it looked perfect on you. You were definitely showing more leg than you were used to, but somehow, in this dress, you didn’t care. The lower half of the dress was more flowy than the top, but it was still structured. It had a beautiful ruffle down the left side that hid what you wanted it to hide and accentuated what you wanted it to accentuate. 

You slowly opened the curtain and stepped out so Natasha could see you. Your friend let out a squeal of excitement. “That’s it. That’s the one.” She jumped up to get a better look. “Spin around.”

You did as she said and you couldn’t help but smile. The dress was truly beautiful, but more importantly, you felt beautiful in it. 

“(Y/N), you look incredible,” Natasha said warmly. “You have to get this dress.” 

For the first time, you looked at the price tag and nearly had a heart attack. “This is an $800 dress!”

Natasha shrugged. “Worth it.”

“Nat, I can’t drop $800 on a dress.”

“Well if you don’t, I will. We are not leaving this store without that dress.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Yes I do. Now go get changed.”

You went back into the dressing room and looked at yourself in the mirror again. Natasha was right, you looked incredible. You needed this dress. Besides, it was for a special occasion, sorta. 

You changed your clothes and came out with the dress neatly on its hanger. Natasha already had the saleswoman waiting, ready to take it to the front and wrap it up for you. You handed it to her and Natasha grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the cash register. “Are you sure about this, Nat?”

“Absolutely, (Y/N/N). I’m buying you this dress. Consider it an extremely early birthday present.”

You laughed. “I’ll pay you back.”

“Nope. What don’t you understand about present?” She pulled out her credit card to pay and swatted your hand away when you tried to use your own. You couldn’t afford the dress and both of you knew it.

When you left the store, dress in hand, you felt giddy with excitement. You gave Natasha a hug and she laughed. “Now you’re excited, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “This dress is fire.” 

“Damn straight. Boy ain’t gonna know what hit him,” she joked. 

You smiled at your friend and felt the butterflies start dancing in your stomach. You linked arms and leaned into her. “Let’s go home. I need to make sure I have plenty of time to get ready.”

Natasha gave your arm a light squeeze. “I’ll help. I’m a sucker for this kind of thing?”

“What kind of thing?”

“Romance,” she said lightly. 

You smacked her. “It’s just two friends going out to celebrate something. It’s not a date!”

She laughed. “Yeah, okay. Suuuure.”

You rolled your eyes, but on the inside, you suddenly felt worried. This was just two friends going out, right? 

**********

By 6:30 you were ready to go. Natasha had done your hair and makeup and you had to admit you looked pretty damn incredible. She’d helped you into your dress and she even let you borrow a pair of heels that she insisted were made for this dress. When you looked at yourself in her full-length mirror, you had to agree. 

Natasha came up behind you, a big smile on her face. “You look beautiful, (Y/N). A vision.”

You blushed. “Oh stop.”

“I’m serious! You look good. So flaunt it. Leave him wanting more.” 

You turned to your friend. “Nat, just friends, remember?”

“Okay, fine…but are you really telling me you don’t find him the least bit attractive?”

You sighed. “I’d have to be blind not to.”

“Exactly! And he clearly thinks you’re attractive, so why not?”

You laughed. “What on earth makes you think he finds me attractive?”

She just stared at you. “(Y/N). I have eyes. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Especially when you’re not paying attention.”

Now it was your turn to stare. “Really?” 

“Yeah, really. I’m not the only one who noticed, either. Steve mentioned it to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Did he mention it to you or did you mention it to him and he agreed?”

She laughed. “I swear, he mentioned it to me.”

You just shook your head. “You’re insane, but I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too. It’s time for you to get going.” She wrapped you in a tight hug. “Have fun, okay? You deserve it.”

“I will.” You walked out of her room and down the hall towards the elevators. You felt like royalty in this dress, so you made sure you walked like royalty. On the elevator ride down to the first floor, you found yourself feeling increasingly nervous. Was Natasha right? Was this actually a date? There’s no way Bucky would take you on a date. Even if he did, wouldn’t he have said it was a date? Or was it implied? Shit.

By the time the elevator doors opened, you’d worked yourself up into a giant ball of anxiety. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves and stepped out into the hall. You reminded yourself that you were strong and you could do this without being incredibly awkward or uncomfortable. Your mini pep-talk made you feel a little better, so you headed towards the front doors. You sincerely hoped Bucky didn’t expect you to ride his motorcycle in this outfit, but he didn’t own any other vehicle…

When you stepped outside, you saw Bucky standing beside an extremely expensive Porche convertible. He looked amazing. He was wearing a very nice dark blue suit and a crisp white shirt with the collar undone. Just looking at him made your heart skip a beat. “New car?” you asked lightly as you started down the steps. 

Bucky looked up at the sound of your voice and was rendered absolutely speechless. He couldn’t do anything but stare at you. He even forgot to breathe. 

When you reached the bottom step, you felt a little uncomfortable. Bucky had been silent since he’d noticed you and it was starting to freak you out a little. “Bucky?” you asked tentatively. 

He realized he’d been staring and he cleared his throat. “(Y/N), you look…”

You misinterpreted his inability to find words as disapproval of your appearance. As irrational as it may have been, that had been your prior experience. You opened your mouth to say something, anything to make this discomfort end, but Bucky cut you off. 

“…gorgeous,” he finished. 

You closed your mouth and opened it again, unable to believe your ears. “Really?”

“Stunning,” he said softly. “Absolutely breathtaking. I should know. I’m pretty sure I forgot how to breathe when you first came out.”

That was easily the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to you. The fact that it was coming from Bucky Barnes only made it that much sweeter. “Thank you,” you murmured, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks. “You look pretty good, yourself.” 

He laughed. “I look like a homeless man compared to you.” He stepped aside and opened the passenger door for you. “My lady,” he said as he gestured for you to get in. 

Once you were safely in the vehicle, he closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side. He slid into his seat and started the car. The engine made a lovely purring sound and you sighed contentedly. 

Bucky glanced over at you and smiled. “Tony let me borrow it.”

“Huh?”

“The car,” he said as he hit the accelerator. “He might regret it later.” 

You laughed and sat back in your seat. “So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” 

You groaned. “What if I don’t like surprises?”

“Oh, you’re gonna like this one.”

You watched the world go by through the window. It was a beautiful night. Clear skies, a bright moon, and brilliant stars. The closer you got to the city, the dimmer those stars became. To your surprise, you passed through the downtown area without stopping. You’d assumed he wanted to take you some place there. When Bucky finally pulled the car over, you realized where you were. “Are you—are we--?” 

He laughed at your inability to form a sentence. “Yes, we are.” He got out of the car, handed the valet his key, then helped you out of your side. 

When you got out of the car, you looked up at the massive building before you. The building itself wasn’t anything special, but it sat right beside a beautiful lake, and more importantly it housed one of the best restaurants in the country. A restaurant that was absolutely impossible to get a reservation in. You should know, you’d tried a hundred times. 

Bucky took your hand and placed it on his arm. “You still with me, doll?”

“I think so,” you said softly. 

He chuckled and led you into the building. When you got on the elevator, he pushed the button for the very top floor. You looked at him in wonder. How the hell did he manage to get a reservation here and on such short notice?

When the doors slid open, you let out a small gasp. Bucky escorted you off the elevator and nudged you gently. “Your jaw is on the floor,” he whispered. 

You closed your mouth and shot him a look. His eyes were filled with mischief and it made you laugh. 

Bucky guided you to the host stand and indicated he had a reservation under the name “Barnes”. While he and the host talked, you took the opportunity to look around the restaurant. It was beautiful. Ornate without being stuffy. Everything looked luxurious and you had to suppress the desire to touch everything. 

“Doll?” Bucky said again, breaking you from your trance.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

He chuckled. “Our table is ready.”

“Oh.” You let him take your hand as you followed the host to your table. To your surprise, the host guided you both to the beautiful rooftop balcony that overlooked the city. You looked at Bucky and he just shot you a warm smile. When you reached the table the host went to help you with your chair, but Bucky beat him to it. 

With both of you seated and waiting for the server, you finally had a moment to speak. “How is any of this possible? No one can get a reservation here. Literally no one. Except super famous people and the insanely rich.”

Bucky shrugged. “I happen to know a guy who’s both. And he owed me a favor.”

Realization dawned on your face. “Tony.” Bucky grinned and you laughed. “I should have known. He must really owe you big if he got you this reservation and let you borrow one of his cars.”

Bucky nodded. “I’d say we’re even now.”

The server came over and asked what you’d like to drink. 

You were thinking a glass of wine would help calm your nerves and apparently Bucky was thinking the same thing. “A bottle of your best oaky Chardonnay, please.” He glanced over at you. “That’s your favorite, right?”

You stared at him in stunned silence, simply nodding your head in agreement. The server left to get you a bottle and you finally regained the ability to speak. “How did you know that?”

“I listen,” he said simply. 

You made a funny noise, somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. “Well, did you know that I’ve been dying to eat here since it opened? And that I’ve tried to get a reservation literally a hundred different times?”

“I did. And I know that you always wanted to eat out on the balcony because you wanted to enjoy the view while you ate.”

Your jaw dropped. “Seriously, how did you know that?”

“You told me once.”

“When?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Probably 6 months ago or so?”

“Damn. Apparently you have an incredible memory.”

“I remember everything you say.” 

You were surprised by his statement, but you didn’t have the chance to reply because the server returned with the bottle of wine. He poured a glass for each of you and then left you to decide what you wanted to eat. 

You took a sip of the wine as you perused the menu. “Wow. That’s amazing.”

He smiled. “I’m glad you like it. So what are you thinking of eating?”

“I don’t know. Literally every dish on this menu looks good.”

“So we’ll get some of everything, then.”

“What?” you asked incredulously.

“Why not? We’re celebrating.”

“Bucky, that would be insanely expensive.”

He shrugged. “You’re worth it.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. This man was trying to kill you with these compliments. There was a little voice in the back of your head that sounded a hell of a lot like Natasha saying, “This is definitely a date.” 

The server returned a few moments later to check on you. You indicated you were ready to order and Bucky agreed, gesturing for you to go first. You ordered a single entrée and an appetizer that sounded really good. Bucky, on the other hand, ordered five different entrees and three appetizers. 

When the server left to go put in your order, you looked at Bucky in shock. “Do you know what you just ordered?”

“All of your favorite dishes? Yes, I’m perfectly aware.”

You stared at him in shock. “Seriously, are you messing with me?”

He looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, there’s no way this is real. Why are you treating me so nicely and how is it physically possible for you to remember this much about me?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Is it really so impossible that I simply enjoy being around you and I want to treat you like you deserve to be treated?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re…well you’re you.”

Bucky nodded. “Excellent reasoning,” he said sarcastically. 

You sighed. “I’m just in shock, I think. That’s all.”

“Well don’t be. This is real. I promise.” He reached across the table and squeezed your hand. 

You took a deep breath and smiled at him. You did everything you could to push your inner voice down…the one that kept insisting there was no way he could like you. You looked out over the city, admiring the view you’d been dreaming about. “It really is beautiful up here. The city looks like it’s glowing.”

Bucky made a sound of affirmation, but he wasn’t looking at the view. “It doesn’t compare to what’s right in front of me.”

You turned to look at him and realized he was talking about you. You were the only thing in front of him…other than the table. “Me?” you asked softly. 

He smiled, a warm, deeply affectionate smile. “You.”

You found yourself letting your guard down and really enjoying the moment. You let his words seep in. Not just that one, but all the words he’d said tonight. “Bucky?”

“Yeah, doll?”

The pet name gave you the same butterflies it always did, but this time there was something else mixed in. Something more passionate. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for.”

“Of course there is. This is genuinely the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“You deserve it. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You deserve the world.”

You took another sip of your wine and let the alcohol warm your body. You were having an amazing night and you still couldn’t believe where you were…or who you were with. You weren’t sure which one was more surprising. 

When the food arrived, the two of you sampled everything. Eating little bits of each one, sharing it with each other, and coming back for more. By the time you’d finished eating, you were stuffed. “It’s highly likely I ate too much,” you said with a light chuckle.

“I think we ate just enough.”

“I feel like I might actually explode.”

He laughed. “Well that would be extremely concerning. How about I grab the check and then we go for a walk around the lake?”

“Buck, I’m wearing heels. Do you want my feet to fall off?”

“Absolutely not,” he said with a chuckle. “Take your shoes off! Worst case, I’ll carry you back to the car.”

You considered your options and decided that a walk around the lake would actually be really nice. It gave you the opportunity to walk off some of your dinner, but more importantly it meant more time with Bucky.

Bucky paid the bill discreetly, refusing to let you see how much he’d spent on you. You started to stand up, but Bucky quickly jumped out of his seat to help you. It made you smile. 

You made your way to the front of the restaurant, stopping in the bathroom before heading down to the lake. 

When you reached the soft grass around the lake, you slipped out of your heels and let out a sigh of relief. “They’re beautiful, but damn they hurt.”

Bucky laughed. “They do very great things for your legs and…other things.”

You turned to look at him and he blushed. You knew exactly what ‘other things’ he was referring to and it made you giggle. “You trying to say they make my butt look nice?”

He laughed. “Your butt always looks nice. I was trying to say they accentuate your butt.”

It was your turn to blush. “Thanks,” you murmured softly. 

Bucky reached out and took your hand, desperately wanting to touch you. This was as flirty as you’d ever been with him and he wanted it to last as long as possible. He thought that maybe you might actually be interested in him as more than just a friend, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. 

The two of you walked silently beside the lake, enjoying the view, the warm summer breeze, and each other’s company. It was a companiable silence. When you reached the far side of the lake, you saw a bench that was simply calling your name. You pulled Bucky towards it and he sat down beside you. He put his arm around you and pulled you in a little closer. “It’s a beautiful night,” he said softly.

“It really is.” 

“Needed to rest your feet?”

“That and I just wanted to sit and enjoy this for a moment. Soak it in.” You leaned your head against his shoulder and relaxed. 

Bucky placed a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek against it. 

The two of you sat there for what felt like eternity. You realized that all the food you’d eaten was making you tired, plus the bottle of wine you’d shared with Bucky. “We should probably get up before we fall asleep.” 

Bucky didn’t respond, instead he made soft snoring noises. You laughed and elbowed him lightly. He chuckled and pulled you up off the bench with him. “I hate to admit it, but you’re probably right.”

He turned to look at you and for the second time that evening, found himself completely breathless. The moon was higher in the sky than it was before and it gave your skin a radiant glow. Your eyes almost seemed to twinkle in the moonlight and he swore he’d never seen anything so beautiful before. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. All he could do was act. 

Bucky leaned down toward you and pressed his lips against yours. He caught you by surprise and it took a moment before you returned the kiss. The moment you did, his hands were on you. He caressed your face with one and pulled you closer with the other. He deepened the kiss and moaned softly against your lips. He had never tasted anything as sweet as you. 

You were in a daze. On the one hand, you couldn’t believe this was happening. On the other, you hoped it never ended. Everything you smelled, tasted, felt, was Bucky. His kiss was indescribable and you couldn’t pull away, no matter how badly you needed to breathe. 

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky finally broke the kiss, taking in deep breaths of air. He leaned his forehead down against yours and let his breath mingle with yours. Once you’d both caught your breath, he took a step back. “We should get home,” he said. 

For some stupid reason, probably your messed up brain, those words made you think he regretted the intimate moment you’d just shared. It was the way he stepped away from you and the simple way he’d uttered the words that made you absolutely sure he’d just gotten caught up in the moment. You felt a resigned sadness fall over you and you murmured a soft, “Okay.” 

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, trying to read your body language. Something was off. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, but the more he stared, the more he realized the effect his words had on you. You turned to walk away, but he grabbed you and pulled you back into him. “No,” he insisted softly. You didn’t even have time to be confused before his lips were once again pressed against yours. This kiss was even more passionate than the first, infused with a desperation that surprised you. When he pulled away this time, he didn’t let go of you. “You misunderstood me. We should get home before I lose every ounce of control I have and make love to you right here in the grass.” 

You inhaled sharply, his words shocking you to your core. You realized how stupid your assumption had been and you silently admonished yourself for giving into your inner fears. Your past was filled with demons and a fair amount of those demons were men. But Bucky wasn’t them. He wasn’t your past. He was right here, in this moment, with you. That’s what mattered. You reached up and touched his face and he leaned into your hand. You offered him a small smile and said softly, “Take me home.” 

Bucky shot you a wolfish grin and scooped you right off your feet. The action caught you by complete surprise and you yelped. He started to carry you fireman’s style back towards the restaurant. You laughed warmly and smacked his chest affectionately. “James Buchanan Barnes, put me down this instant!”

He shook his head. “No way, doll. I can get there much faster if I carry you.”

“You saying I walk slow?”

“I’m saying if I let you walk beside me, I’m going to be too distracted kissing you to ever make it back to the car.” 

You laughed. “You’re full of it.”

He shrugged. “Either way, I’m not putting you down.”

You rolled your eyes, but resigned yourself to being carried. It actually wasn’t bad. Your feet actually did hurt quite a bit from the shoes and you rather enjoyed the fact that this man was able to carry you with such ease. 

You made it back to the restaurant in record time and Bucky finally agreed to set you down. The valet went to pull the car up for you and you leaned down to put on your shoes. 

“Don’t bother, doll. I’ll carry you to the car if I have to.”

You laughed. “I can walk, James.”

He tensed beside you and you turned to look at him. He had a dark look in his eyes that would have scared you if you didn’t know him. He leaned down to you and whispered in your ear, “I suggest you don’t say that again until we’re alone.”

His words and his tone made you shiver. You realized exactly what that dark look was and you liked it. Especially when it was directed at you. 

The valet pulled up in the car and Bucky escorted you to your seat. The moment he was behind the wheel, he took off at an unnecessary speed. You looked over at him and smiled to yourself. He was clearly quite desperate to get home and was more than happy to break a few traffic laws to do it. 

You were surprised at how quickly you reached the compound. Bucky pulled into the garage, parking the car at an angle and jumping out. You got out of the car on your own and laughed as you took in his parking job. “I don’t think Tony is going to appreciate your parking skills, Buck.”

Bucky laughed. “He’ll live. Come on. We’ve got things to do.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the elevator at the other side of the garage. The moment you were inside, Bucky had you pressed against the wall, his lips glued to yours and his hands on your hips, holding you still. When the elevator dinged, he pulled away from you reluctantly.

You got off the elevator first, pulling him along after you. “Your room or mine?” you asked. 

“Yours,” he said in a voice that was better described as a growl. 

His room was closer to the elevator than yours was, so you were slightly surprised by his choice. “Yours is closer.”

He scooped you up again and moved with swift purpose towards your room. “I want to make sure when you go to sleep tomorrow all you can smell is me.” 

You let out a little gasp and you clung to his shoulder a little tighter. You didn’t know why, but that was an incredibly hot statement. 

Bucky pushed your door open, sat you down gently, then closed and locked your door before turning his attention back to you. His normally bright blue eyes were almost black with desire. All you could see was pupil. He needed you with a kind of desperation he’d never felt before. But he also knew he needed to maintain control or he was likely to hurt you by accident. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” you asked softly. 

Bucky nodded, but didn’t move. “I just need a second.”

You looked at him in confusion, self-doubt creeping in again. 

He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’m just trying not to lose control.”

“You don’t have to be in control. I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered. 

Surprise lit up his handsome face. “You should be, doll. I’m a trained killer.” 

“And you trained me.”

That made him smile. “And you’re amazing, but I’m still much bigger than you. I could hurt you by accident.”

You shrugged. “I’m not worried about it. So kiss me, James. Please.” You knew exactly what saying his first name would do to him and you were not disappointed. 

Bucky let out a low growl and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you into him. He kissed you hungrily and you returned the kiss with equal passion. His hands roamed to the back of your dress, searching for the zipper. He pulled it down slowly, not wanting to damage such a beautiful dress. 

When his hands came up to slide the dress off your shoulders, you tensed up and your body shifted away from him. He pulled away and looked at you in concern. “Doll? You alright?”

You nodded, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay. 

“We can stop, if you want. We don’t have to do this.”

You looked up at him and you saw the deep concern on his face. It touched your heart in a way that surprised even you. “I want to. I really do. It’s just…I’m a little self-conscious about my body,” you said softly. 

“But why?”

You almost laughed at the innocent way he asked the question. It was like he couldn’t understand why you would be uncomfortable. 

“I’m not exactly…small.” 

Bucky shook his head. “You are to me.” 

He said it so matter-of-factly that you had to laugh. “Bucky, I’ve had some bad experiences with men before, okay? I know you’re not them…but that doesn’t mean there aren’t negative voices in my head telling me I’m not good enough for you. Not attractive enough for you. Not thin enough for you.”

His eyes darkened in a different way than before. He almost looked angry. “I would happily kill every single man who ever hurt you or made you feel like you weren’t good enough. You are absolutely perfect to me, okay? Perfect. I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Do you understand me?”

You looked at him with an expression of surprise and adoration. He spoke so passionately that you knew without a doubt in your mind he meant every single word. You took a step back from him and he looked crestfallen for a moment. You very slowly slipped the dress off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Bucky looked up at you and then his eyes made their way very slowly down your body, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh. 

You couldn’t deny that his gaze made you feel self-conscious, but the desire you saw in his eyes was enough to keep you in the moment. “Bucky?” you whispered. 

His eyes found yours again, answering without speaking. 

You took a deep breath. “Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled you towards him, giving you just enough time to step out of the dress before dragging you against him. He kissed you deeply, sending waves of heat straight to your core. Your fingers made quick work of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. In between kisses he murmured against your lips “Jump, doll.”

“What?”

He patted your thigh, “Jump.”

You realized what he was asking…something you’d never been asked to do before, but had always wanted to experience. So, you did exactly what he said. You jumped. 

And Bucky caught you with an ease that didn’t surprise you anymore. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he turned around so your back was against the door. He kissed his way down your neck, taking his time to learn which spots you liked the most. His hands dug into the flesh of your butt as he pulled you impossibly closer. His lips trailed sloppy kisses to the tops of your breasts and you let out a breathy moan of desire. 

Bucky carried you over to your bed and laid you down gently. When he stood back up, it gave you your first full view of his bare chest. You bit your lip absentmindedly as you stared, causing Bucky to grin. “Like what you see, doll?”

You nodded and reached for him. Instead of coming to you, he slowly began to undo his belt. You sat up slightly so you could have a better view. You watched him as he slowly removed his pants, his eyes never leaving your face. Your eyes, on the other hand, wandered down his body, landing on the massive bulge in his boxer briefs. Your breathing became more shallow and he could see the flames of desire burning in your eyes. 

Your bright (y/e/c) eyes seemed to shine as you looked up at him. Your own desire was echoed back to you in his face and you reached for him a second time. This time he climbed up the bed and slowly crawled his way up to your face. It was a predatory movement, yet you’d never been more turned on in your life. 

When he reached your lips, he paused, hovering over you. He shifted his body slightly so that you were effectively caged under him. Muscular arms were on either side of you and his body dwarfed yours. For the first time in your adult life, you felt small. It was a thrilling feeling, knowing that Bucky had the power to do whatever he wanted to you, and you were more than happy to let him. “James,” you whispered.

He groaned, low and deep, before slamming his lips against yours. His hands roamed your body, touching every part of you he could reach. He pulled you forward so he could slide his hand behind your back, dexterous fingers unhooking your bra and pulling it off of you. He let you lie back down and he sat back to admire you. “So pretty,” he whispered. 

His mouth moved to your breasts, giving them the attention they deserved. His lips played with your nipples and his hands massaged what his mouth couldn’t reach. Your fingers clenched his shoulders and your hips moved involuntarily against him. He groaned again as your thigh rubbed up against his painfully hard cock. 

His lips began to make their way down your stomach. Bucky took extra time to kiss every single inch of your stomach he could. He didn’t want you to think for even one moment that there was a part of you he didn’t like. When he reached your still-clothed core, he inhaled deeply, letting your delicious scent wash over him. He gently kissed the outside of your underwear before slowly slipping his fingers under the band and tugging on them. “Doll? How do you feel about these underwear?”

“They’re just underwear,” you replied. Before you could even ask why, he’d ripped them in half and thrown them onto the floor. 

You looked at him with wide eyes and he shrugged. “They were in the way.”

Your laugh was short-lived as you watched him looking at you. The only word you could think of to describe his expression was hunger. 

He reached out and slipped a metal finger through our folds and collected some of your juices. His eyes met yours as he lifted his finger to his mouth and slowly sucked it clean. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Tastes like Heaven.”

Your breath had caught in your chest as you watched him, but it was forced out in the form of a moan when he leaned down and licked a thick stripe up your pussy. Bucky settled more comfortably between your legs, pushing them as far apart as he could without hurting you. He licked you again, nice and slow, reveling in the way your body reacted to his touch. 

“Please,” you begged softly. 

His eyes flicked up to yours and he saw the desperation in your eyes. He loved seeing what he did to you, but he also couldn’t stand to leave you wanting. He dove into your pussy, tongue sliding between your folds and flicking slowly against your clit. You gasped and he began to eat you out like you were his last meal. Every time you moaned, the sound sent shock waves straight to his cock. 

Your fingers twisted in his hair and your hips moved against his mouth. He slid his metal arm under your thigh and across your abdomen, effectively holding you place. It gave him the control he desperately wanted. He wanted to feel you come apart against his lips. He needed it. Bucky focused his attention on your clit, trying different movements and alternating his tongue and his lips, trying to find the thing that would send you over the edge. 

You moaned in pleasure, the rubber band in your belly tightening to the point of breaking…but you weren’t quite there yet. You needed more. 

As if Bucky sensed what you needed, he shifted his body so his right hand could slide beneath him. He slowly slid a finger into your core and you gasped at the feeling. He quickly added a second and began to slowly stroke your upper wall, searching for that soft spongey spot he knew would drive you wild. 

“There!” you gasped. 

He grinned against your sweet pussy and went to work. His lips wrapped around your clit, tongue gliding against it as his fingers rapidly stroked your sweet spot. He could feel you reaching the edge and he was desperate to feel you gush around him. You were tugging on his hair, to the point of causing pain, but he didn’t care if you ripped out every last hair on his head. His only thought was your pleasure. 

With a cry of his name, you came, body spasming and jerking, his arm the only thing keeping you in place. He didn’t stop his movements, he didn’t want to. He was too busy lapping up every last drop you gave him. As you came down from your high, he slid his fingers out of you, allowing you a little relief from the sensitivity. But his mouth didn’t leave your clit. His lips wrapped around it, sucking it into his mouth, leaving you breathless. 

“Bucky…so sensitive,” you whispered. “I can’t—” 

He simply moaned against you, sending vibrations through your core. He slid his other hand up to your abdomen and locked his fingers together, ensuring there was no way you could get away from him. His tongue danced against your clit, working you through your first orgasm and building up to the second. 

One hand was entangled in his hair and the other was gripping his right bicep, nails digging into his skin. “Bucky, I’m so close.”

He pressed himself deeper into you and moaned, encouraging you to cum again. Your moans were increasing in volume and the distance between each one was almost non-existent. You clung to him as your second orgasm came crashing down on you, waves of sheer pleasure flowing through your body.

Bucky was gentle as you came down from your high for the second time. He knew you were extremely sensitive now, so when you tugged on his hair, he complied, lifting his head from between your legs. 

You were completely breathless and so was he. His beard was coated with your slick, which for some reason was a massive turn on. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and let you pull him up to your lips. You kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth and he pressed his hips against you, desperate for some sort of relief. 

“I wanna taste you,” you whispered. 

He pulled back to look at you. “You don’t have to.”

You looked at him strangely. “I know. But I’m going to, so lose the underwear.”

His eyes widened and he found himself thoroughly enjoying your take-charge attitude. “Yes ma’am.” He quickly removed his underwear and you gasped as his cock sprang free. 

“There’s no way you’re fitting,” you said in shock. 

He grinned. “Oh, I’ll make it fit, darling. Just you wait.” 

Part of you didn’t want to wait, but the other really did want to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth. Just as you had in the sparing ring that morning, you flipped him over onto his back, and straddled him. 

He looked up at you in surprise, but that expression quickly shifted to pure lust. It was the same look he’d had on his face that morning. Now you recognized it for what it really was and it sent a thrill right through you. You moved so you could access his cock more easily. You locked eyes with him as you slowly lowered your mouth onto him. 

He watched as you took as much as you could without choking and he couldn’t describe how good it felt. Your mouth was warm and wet and he wanted to thrust up into you, but he restrained himself, letting you have the control. 

As you started to move, soft groans left his mouth. He slid his fingers in your hair, making sure it was out of the way so he could see you properly. Your hand looked so small wrapped around his cock and he loved it. Every movement you made sent waves of pleasure through him. 

He felt your tongue run up the underside of his cock as you sucked and then flick lightly against his head, collecting the precum that lingered there. He gasped and rolled his hips, causing you to gag slightly. He was about to apologize when you moaned around him, letting him know you were okay with it. The vibrations felt incredible and he was desperately trying to keep himself from cumming. Every single movement made it hard for him to control himself. “Fuck, doll. If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last long.” 

You took that as a sign to continue doing exactly what you were doing, but at a slightly faster speed and with a little more pressure. Bucky knew he was moments from cumming, his control fading with each bob of your head. “(Y/N), I’m—fuck—” He came with a loud moan, ropes of cum coated your throat as you swallowed everything he gave you. 

When he finally started to come down, he pulled on your arm to get your attention. “Come here, baby.” 

You lifted off of him with a pop! and moved your way up his body. He loved the way your soft lips felt against his skin, but he wanted to feel them on his lips. He slid his hand under your chin and lifted it up. When your eyes met his, he whispered, “Come here.”

You couldn’t help but comply, especially when he was looking at you like that. The moment your lips met, you felt your body begin to heat up again. His hands ran down your back, landing on your butt. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh there, pushing your hips down against his. When your dripping core rubbed against his already hardening cock, he groaned. “I need to be inside of you, doll. Please.” 

He sounded so desperate that you couldn’t say no (not that you wanted to). “Where do you want me?” you asked softly. 

“Under me, please.”

You rolled off of him and laid down beside him. In one swift movement, he was on top of you, lips against yours, tongue fighting yours for dominance. You felt his hard cock press against your core and you let out a breathy gasp against his lips. 

“Do you want me?” he asked softly. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“Do you trust me?”

“Completely.”

He nodded, happy with your answer. “I’ll go slow, doll. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You still weren’t convinced he was gonna fit, but you’d just told him you trusted him, so you nodded. 

“Try to relax, sweets. I’ve got you.”

You forced your body to relax, letting him take complete control. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed his head inside. 

You gasped at the feeling and dug your nails into his shoulders. He watched your face, keeping a close eye on your expression. He pushed in a little further and you winced slightly. He stopped, afraid of hurting you. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. You saw the worry on his face and you reassured him with a soft smile. “I’m okay.” You gently urged him to keep going with a subtle press of your foot against his backside. 

He took the hint and continued to push into you. You groaned, but begged him to keep going. A few more pushes and he was fully seated in you. You’d never felt a stretch like this before and you’d never been so full. The feeling was overwhelming and you never wanted it to end. 

Bucky gave you a few moments to adjust to his size, but apparently it was longer than you needed. “Bucky, I need you to move. Please.” The desperation in your voice urged him to do what you said. He began to move, slowly at first, but the more you moaned, the faster he moved. 

The sounds your bodies made were absolutely filthy and both of you loved every second of it. Both of you moaned and whispered deliciously dirty things to each other as you made love. 

“Come on, doll. I wanna hear those sweet little moans of yours. Wake up the whole compound, for all I care.”

You let out a slightly louder moan and your nails dug into his back. “The walls—are—sound-proof,” you gasped out between his thrusts. 

He grinned. “Tony’s a genius.” He sped up his movements and leaned forward to kiss you. “I wanna hear you scream,” he murmured against your lips. 

“You’ve gotta earn it,” you said breathlessly. 

He took that challenge extremely seriously. He sat up, shifting your hips so they were angled upwards, giving him a better angle. With each thrust his cock slammed into your g-spot and your moans were loud enough to wake the dead. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

Your fingers dug into his arms, the only part of him that you could reach from this angle. “Bucky—Bucky, please. I’m—” 

“I know, doll. Me too.” He moved impossibly faster and your body nearly broke in half with pleasure. 

You screamed his name, a real actual scream, and you came harder than you ever had before. The way your pussy squeezed him sent Bucky over the edge too. He came inside of you with a low gasp of your name. His hips faltered as he emptied his load into you. He let your legs down and he nearly collapsed on top of you, his head buried in the crook of your neck. He put his weight on his left arm to avoid crushing you beneath his massive body. 

After a few minutes, he slowly slipped out of you and you gasped at the empty feeling. He rolled over and continued to catch his breath. “Come here,” he murmured. 

“It’s hot,” you replied. 

“I don’t care. I wanna hold you.” 

“Well, I can’t feel my legs, so you’re going to have to move me yourself.”

He turned onto his side and reached across your body to pull you into him. He rolled onto his back, taking you with him. Your head rested against his chest and you sighed. “That was incredible,” you said softly. 

“Easily the best sex of my life,” he murmured. 

You were surprised by his words, but you were too tired to comment. You felt yourself drifting towards sleep, feeling extremely relaxed in his arms. 

Bucky kissed the top of your head and listened to the soft sound of your breathing. He traced his fingers up and down your arm, goosebumps appearing in his wake. He didn’t want this moment to end. He would have given his other arm to ensure he could spend the rest of his life with you. 

Your breathing had become more even and slow, indicating you’d fallen asleep. Bucky watched you for a few moments before whispering, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” He wasn’t quite ready to say it to you while you were awake, but he knew exactly how he felt. 

Your eyes shot open when you heard his words. You debated whether you should pretend to be asleep or not, but the tension in your body alerted him to the fact that you were not asleep. 

“Doll?” he asked softly, worry laced in his tone. 

“I’m awake,” you answered softly. You lifted your head to look into his eyes. You could see the worry and fear on his face and you desperately wanted to reassure him. He had nothing to worry about. “Hey,” you said lightly, reaching up to touch his face. 

He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, doll. I thought you were asleep.”

“Buck, you have nothing to apologize for. You said what you’re feeling. It takes guts to do that.” 

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable?” he asked softly, blue eyes meeting yours. 

“Of course not.” You sat up slightly so you could kiss his lips softly. “For the record, I feel the same way.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You—you do?”

You nodded. 

“I thought it would take you longer…since you didn’t really like me before the mission.”

You sat up completely and turned your body to face him. “What in the world makes you think that?”

He cocked his head to the side. “Doll, you never talked to me. Sometimes, I think you were even actively avoiding me.”

You hadn’t realized he’d noticed, and it made you feel terrible. “You’re right. I…I did avoid you. But it wasn’t because I didn’t like you. Quite the opposite in fact. You’re gorgeous and perfect and intimidating as hell…and the fact that you were always nice to me made it even harder to be around you.”

“But that makes no sense. If you found me attractive, why didn’t you want to be around me?”

You sighed. “Because…I was awkward. I couldn’t think around you or be normal. It was like being around Adonis. I couldn’t function.”

His expression softened and he touched your face gently. “What changed?”

“You saved my life.”

“That’s all I had to do? I should have done that sooner.”

You laughed. “It was a bit more complicated than that, but yes, essentially.” It took a moment, but his words finally sunk in. “Wait, what do you mean ‘sooner’?”

He blushed. “Oh, come on, (Y/N/N), I’ve liked you since we met. But I thought I made you uncomfortable, so I stayed away.”

“Since we met?” you whispered.

“Yeah, gorgeous. Since the moment our eyes met that first day. Everything about you intrigued me and I desperately wanted to get to know you. Every part of you.”

You stared at him in silence for a moment, realizing just how foolish you’d been. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like I didn’t like you. You were always so kind to me. It wasn’t fair of me to transpose my past onto you.”

He touched your face, his palm warm and gentle. “Don’t apologize, doll. We made it to this point…even if we did take the long way around. If this means I get to spend every moment with you, then it’s worth it.”

Every moment? “At least for now, right?” you asked softly, doubt seeping into your voice. 

Bucky shook his head. “For as long as you’re willing to put up with me. You’re my person.”

You inhaled sharply. That sounded a whole lot like forever…because there was no way you were ever giving him up. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me, Bucky, because I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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I'm curious, what's rivulet doing over at sigs can? Since iirc they're normally with Moon

So it’s kinda connected to this other thing me and ghost were talking about where once Moon gets reactivated by Rivulet, she can write to pearls again! Even though she can’t broadcast beyond her local facility, she needs Sig to know his efforts to save her won’t in vain. So she asks Riv to take a pearl to her so she’ll know. And they start talking again! It’s slower than broadcasts, but Ruffles is a fast lil fucker, so it isn’t too bad.

Sig is also in pretty bad shape. Nothing like Pebbles or Moon, but he’s kinda been pinned to the floor by his rig because it gave out, and keeping the antigrav on is really taxing on her rarefaction cells. She still has access to her comms though and keeps up with Suns and occasionally Wind if the signal is good that day. He also…well. He kind of assumed Moon was dead. But he kept using their private messages to talk to her or vent, and it gets pretty heavy at points. He has a lot to work out, especially in terms of Pebbles, but that comes later in the au once they actually manage to get Off The String.

Here’s a lil snippet!!

“Ruffles…I know you have already done so much for me. But…far to the west, there is another like us. You may have seen him on your travels here, as I do not know where you came from. But…” She looks down at the green pearl that used to contain a schematic of Pebbles’ linear power rail, wiped clean and rewritten with a new message. “I need you to give this to her. My overseer will accompany you, though I do not know how far it will be able to go. Please, water dancer.” She turns the pear in her hands, it’s shiny surface reflecting her face for a moment before she gave it to rivulet. “I need her to know I’m okay.”

—

“Well, aren’t you the strange little beast?” Sig looked up at the access shaft that a slugcat—if you could call it that—was poking its head through. It dropped, landing on the tile with a roll and stopping right at his feet. “I haven’t seen one of your kind in a long while.”

Sig was trapped. Despite all his knowledge, and skill, and determination that bordered on the line of sheer stupidity, he found himself trapped on the floor of his chamber. His rig had given out, and the antigravity was too taxing on the few rarefactions cells she had left to keep on. And so she sat. Messaging friends, collecting data with her overseers, he had even unwound his scarf just to knit it all over again…three times. He was painfully bored.

The lithe blue slugcat leapt into her lap, and Sig shivered when he realized how wet it was. He made a noise in complaint, but honestly, being able to process a new sensation was incredibly welcome, even if it was unpleasant. The slugcat retched, before shoving the (also wet) pearl into her hands.

“A…wait…?” He looked up. “You have a mark?” Sig was about to go off on a tangent of confused questions, when the little slugcat slapped its hand on the pearl repeatedly, urging her to just read it already.

“Okay, okay! I’ll read it.” Sig had to fight a laugh at the look of impatience on the little animal’s face. Looking down at the pearl, he felt it warm up in her palms as she extracted the data into a readable form.

[OUTGOING REQUEST]

COMMUNICATIONS MANIFEST

SOURCE NODE TRACE: LTTM_ROOT, LTTM_COMM01 || DESTINATION: NSH_ROOT, NSH_COMM03

BSM: This is the fourth time I’ve wiped and rewritten this stupid pearl.

BSM: Limited functionality has been restored to some of my systems, and I am able to write to pearls again for the first time since the collapse. I would have sent this as a broadcast, but I am unable to send messages beyond the local facility.

BSM: …

BSM: I do not know if this message will even reach you. I do not know how long it has been. I don’t even know if you’re alive.

BSM: But I need you to know your efforts were not in vain, No Significant Harassment.

BSM: Your little messenger saved me. The slag reset keys made it. She managed to fight through it all…she was a brave little creature.

BSM: I…have been making my way through your broadcasts.

BSM: There is not enough memory on this pearl to address everything within them now, but I hope you have found a little bit of peace since the last one came through. And if not, perhaps this message will ease your mind.

BSM: Please signal back in any way you can.

BSM: …

BSM: I’m sorry, Sig.

BSM: I hope to hear from you soon. Please give Ruffles scratches, she likes it behind her left ear the best.

BSM: Be well, my love.

Sig felt like every single one of his memory lattices had been shattered. Every conduit in his can squeezed, steam pouring from her vents as she tried to process the message. This couldn’t be—was this a joke? No, the message header was authenticated…

“Moon…?” Sig whispered, barely audible. The slugcat—Ruffles, apparently—perked up at the mention of her mom.

“Wawa!” She bounced, bringing Sig’s attention back to her and getting swept into his arms, squeezed tight as a mechanical sob escaped him.

“She’s alive! SHES ALIVE!” He held Ruffles up. “I know you don’t understand, Ruffles, but shes ALIVE!”

Ruffles, of course, understood very well what that meant, but Moon had not explained how she was functioning again in the message, so Sig wasn’t aware that Ruffles had been the one to reactivate her with the cell. She hoped Moon would explain that soon. She wanted headpats. Sig placed her in his lap, pulling up a screen before him to message Suns, before stopping, and looking down at the pearl.

“Ruffles, could you please grab me one of those pearls over there?” She asked politely, not wanting to pathetically drag herself across the floor in front of her. Ruffles obeyed, depositing an orange pearl in his hands before flopping back into the warm folds of her skirt.

Sig wiped the new pearl, as it was just an old equipment manifest. Useless to him now.

[OUTGOING REQUEST]

COMMUNICATIONS MANIFEST

SOURCE NODE TRACE: NSH_ROOT, NSH_COMM03 || DESTINATION: LTTM_ROOT, LTTM_COMM01

NSH: [Input message contents]

Now she just had to figure out what to say.

#HEHE TY FOR THE ASK!! this au is rlly fun despite being shitposty at times it’s also. ahh #rw #inverted cycles au #letters

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Resistance Work

Brianne’s surrender to the Resistance starts as a distrustful tenure. She complies with their demands and shares intel on the RDA’s operations, but her place within the growing organization is uncertain. Under the charge of Max Patel and Norm Spellman, Brianne has a consultant role, but she is not privy to any decision-making. Concern of her attempting to return to the RDA or betray them by other means has her closely monitored and her access to comm-units limited. She is given menial tasks to prove her use-value. These include cleaning communal spaces such as the kitchen and bathrooms, unloading and organizing supplies, aiding the wounded, and tending the gardens before being sent out into the field to help with pollution and wreckage clean-ups and supply transfers (putting her recom body to use). 

Over time, however, she gains a strong rapport with many members, especially with the humans involved. For instance, she works closely with biologist Alex Tremayne, linking him to relevant and ongoing SciOps research to assist in his food processing efforts. Her methods of organizing and meticulously cataloging supplies are also a benefit to the Resistance’s growing demands. Experience in management (and yes, gaining trust) allows Brianne to take on the important role of the Resistance’s supply coordinator. She helps to build a better inventory system, catalogs incoming and outgoing supplies, and assures Resistance cells are stocked and transport lines are open and safe before transferring goods. She also goes by "Bri" so if some item is needed, people are informed to "just tell Bri, she can get it." 

#⚘ ˚◞ headcanon ◞ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ avatar ◞ 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒾. #⚘ ˚◞ post-2170 ◞ . #(( the best job for someone like her. the most organized person in the alpha centauri system #a datapad always in her hand 🙂 #ur muse doesn't have to like her but she doing her part ))

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Behind the camera -> chapter 2

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Chapter Warnings: bullying (mean comments, self doubt...)

One sunny afternoon, Yn's mother, Pascale, noticed her daughter dancing around the living room, mimicking the graceful movements she had seen on TV. Yn's eyes lit up with excitement as she tried to mimic the ballerinas she saw on a children's show. Observing her daughter's genuine interest, Pascale decided to enroll Yn in toddler ballet classes, hoping it would be an enjoyable experience for the young girl.

Excitedly, Yn attended her first ballet class with a heart full of enthusiasm. As she stepped into the dance studio, she noticed a group of girls already practicing their pliés and twirls. They appeared like little princesses, dressed in their pink tutus and ballet shoes, moving with elegance and grace.

As the class began, Yn tried her best to mimic the graceful movements of her instructor. However, she was a bit clumsy, often stumbling and losing her balance. Her tiny legs would wobble, and her coordination seemed far from perfect.

"Regardez-la ! Elle est maladroite !" (Look at her! She's so clumsy!) giggled one of the girls named Isabelle, pointing at Yn as they practiced their pliés.

"Oui, c'est vrai ! Elle danse comme un canard !" (Yes, that's true! She dances like a duck!) chimed in another girl, Elise.

The other girls joined in, mocking Yn's efforts and whispering behind her back. Tears welled up in Yn's eyes as she tried her best to ignore their hurtful remarks.

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As weeks passed, the situation at ballet class only worsened for Yn. The other girls excluded her from their little circle, leaving her feeling isolated and disheartened. Yet, she never let her spirit be completely crushed. She persevered and practiced in hopes of getting better

Yn's teacher, Madame Dupont, noticed the unpleasant behavior of the other girls after some days and intervened immediately. "Arrêtez ça tout de suite, les filles !" (Stop that right now, girls!) she scolded them firmly, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Madame Dupont then knelt down beside Yn, offering a warm smile that reassured the little girl. "Tu es une danseuse merveilleuse, Yn. Ne les écoute pas. Continue de faire de ton mieux, et tu seras une ballerine éblouissante !" (You are a wonderful dancer, Yn. Don't listen to them. Keep doing your best, and you will be a dazzling ballerina!)

Yn nodded, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Madame Dupont's kind words gave her the courage to push through the obstacles and embrace her love for dance wholeheartedly.

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The situation wasn't much different when they started kindergarten. Charles's outgoing personality allowed him to form bonds with his classmates effortlessly. He was blissfully unaware that his popularity overshadowed Yn's presence in school

They remarked, "Pourquoi elle est toujours seule?" (Why is she always alone?) The words were like daggers to Yn's heart, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Je ne sais pas, peut-être qu'elle est bizarre." (I don't know, maybe she's weird) another kid said, and Yn's heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes as she heard the cruel remarks. But the most hurtful comment came unexpectedly from Charles himself, who, without realizing the impact of his words, said, "Elle ne sait même pas comment se faire des amis!" (She doesn't even know how to make friends!)

For two long months, Yn endured the feeling of loneliness at school, while Charles remained blissfully ignorant of her turmoil. He spent his days laughing and playing, oblivious to the storm that brewed in his sister's heart. It reached a tipping point when one day, she couldn't bear it any longer.

That evening, at home, Yn mustered up the courage to confront Charles about her feelings. "Charles, pourquoi tu ne joues jamais avec moi à l'école ?" (Charles, why don't you ever play with me at school?) she asked, her voice quivering with emotion.

Confused, Charles replied, "Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire, Yn ? Je joue avec tout le monde. Tu n'es pas exclue." (What do you mean, Yn? I play with everyone. You're not excluded.)

But Yn couldn't hold back her pain any longer. "Tu ne comprends pas, Charles ! Tout le monde se moque de moi et dit des choses méchantes ! Et toi, tu ne fais que me repousser pour être avec tes amis ! Tu ne te soucies même pas de moi !" (You don't understand, Charles! Everyone makes fun of me and says mean things! And you, you just push me away to be with your friends! You don't even care about me!)

Charles was taken aback by Yn's outburst. He hadn't realized the impact of his actions on his sister. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Je ne savais pas. J'étais égoïste, tellement heureux d'avoir autant d'amis, je n'ai pas réalisé que je te faisais du mal." (I'm sorry, Yn. I didn't know. I was selfish, so happy to have so many friends, I didn't realize I was hurting you.)

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Yn continued, "Les autres enfants se moquent de moi parce que je suis timide. Ils disent que je suis ennuyeuse et que je ne devrais pas être ta sœur." (The other kids make fun of me because I'm shy. They say I'm boring and that I shouldn't be your sister.)

Charles felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He had been so caught up in his own happiness that he had failed to see the pain his sister was going through. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Je promets de faire plus attention et d'être là pour toi à l'école et je vais t'aider à te faire des amis" (I'm sorry, Yn. I promise to pay more attention and be there for you at school and I'll help you make friends)

Yn's heart swelled with gratitude as Charles embraced her. The next day, Charles introduced Yn to his friends, encouraging them to include her in their games. Slowly but surely, Yn started to feel like she belonged

That evening, Charles went to their parents and confessed his mistakes. "J'ai été égoïste, maman, papa. J'ai blessé Yn. Je veux être puni." (I've been selfish, Mom, Dad. I hurt Yn. I want to be punished)

Their parents, understanding the importance of this learning experience, instead chose to teach their children a valuable lesson. "Ce n'est jamais trop tard pour faire mieux, Charles. Sois simplement là pour ta sœur." (It's never too late to do better, Charles. Just be there for your sister)

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From that moment on, Charles made a conscious effort to include Yn in his circle of friends. The next day, Charles introduced Yn to his friends, encouraging them to include her in their games, and they patiently encouraged her to open up. Slowly, Yn began to feel more at ease, and she found herself making connections with her peers. The other children soon discovered that beneath her shyness and clumsiness, Yn was a kind and caring friend. 

However, Yn's struggles continued in her ballet school. The girls there couldn't resist being envious of her natural grace and elegance, so they decided to ridicule her, hoping to dent her confidence. "Tu ne seras jamais aussi bonne que nous, Yn. Arrête d'essayer!" (You'll never be as good as us, Yn. Stop trying!) they jeered

"Elle n'a aucune grâce !" (She has no grace!), another girl sneered

"Pourquoi est-elle même ici ? Elle n'est pas faite pour la danse." (Why is she even here? She's not meant for dance)

Yn's determination, however, only grew stronger. She spent hours practicing, trying to prove to herself and her detractors that she deserved to be there. She practiced so much that her technique improved drastically, but the emotional toll was immense.

The insults and taunts persisted, but Yn learned to shield herself from the negativity. She danced with passion and determination, ignoring the jealous whispers around her. As time went on, her ballet form improved, and she found solace in the art form she loved.

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Jupeter s5 rangian street poker au for the WIP Game this week, since you said you were so close to finishing it!! :D

“Speaking of Steel,” Vespa interrupted. “Don’t you think it's your turn to explain how exactly you hunted down this big nameless corporation and managed to convince them to let your boyfriend go?”

“I must admit, I am curious as well,” Jet added.

“Well, I mean, I had some help,” Juno said, waving off the attention. “The Ruby was able to track Nureyev down based on his biometrics and once we knew where he’d been it wasn’t too hard for Rita to hack his incoming transmissions from his employer and reverse track it back to their source. It helped that Nureyev had dropped the name of the planet he’d been on when he’d signed up originally, so we at least knew one place they had a physical presence.”

“Yeah! I was able to cross reference outgoing transmission to triangulate their comms signal and send them a message right back!” Rita said. “It was actually way easier than I thought it was going to be. They should really buff their security.” 

“Literally only you would call that easy, Rita my dear,” praised Buddy.