#n Cloud eats him out n fucks him nice xoxo

[silvervioletvalentine]

🦋I love you and I like you🦋

Pairing: Lando Norris X Cherrie!

Word count : 9k

Summary: in which she’s a bitch, he’s a lover.

A/N. Also hi. I’ve never written for Lando before sooo this is like a little experiment I suppose. I’m thinking of writing one for Lance next? What do U guys think? Would you read a Lance one?? Lemme know xoxo

Charles was looking behind his teammate with a slight grimace taking over his designers as he let out a subtle sigh before glancing back over to Cherrie , who was sitting opposite him on the table while they are some lunch together like they often did before a race.

Pursing his lips to himself as he sent a silent pray to the bright blue sky above him that his friend would , for once in her life, at least try to play nice to the beaming man that was jogging their way with his eyes glued onto his target , the woman opposite him completely oblivious to how her peace was about to be disturbed.

"Cherrie. Please be nice." Charles blurted out to his teammate quickly and quietly , making her slowly lift her head from her container of food to give him a confused look at his sudden pleading.

Her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at a wide eyed Charles in mild concern , wondering why he looked so worried already . The last time she checked she had not done anything out of the ordinary that would lead to her needing to be told to be nice  again.

Had she somehow said something to Charles that now had him pleading for her to be nice all of a sudden? Was it that joke that she muttered about him being such a princess when he refused to eat a Apple If it wasn't cut into slices?

Her frown deepened , judgment clouding her face quickly. "Seriously Charles? I only called you a princess and you're now whining about it- get over yourself-" she started to scold him , not amused in the slightest.

It was no secret that Cherrie wasn't the most...open of people.

She liked her close knit group of friends that understood her blunt and slightly mean sense of humour. Who didn't her offended by her constant sarcasm and creative insults. Who laughed loudly when she called them bitches and motherfuckers, who weren't really fucking intimidated by her like everyone else seemed to be.

She really don't understand why people were so scared of her. Maybe it was the resting bitch face? Or maybe it was the way she always looked like she wanted to knock someone's teeth out if they got too close to her.

Or maybe it was the way that she refused to beat around the bush with people, preferring to be bluntly honest instead.

That was the way that she had been brought up.

You didn't get very far in life if you faked being a happy go lucky , smiley and 'best friends with everybody' person. She didn't have the time or the energy to play nice with people that she had absolutely no interest in. Why should she? That would be making a liar out of herself.

She was a bitch and she was proud of it. She took great pride in being able to scare away grown men that were twice her size with just one glare. It was a talent really , one that she utilised daily.

People wouldn't leave her alone if she was nice. But when she acted like a bit of a cunt, she got all the peace and quite that she craved in life.

It was amazing really. And she was proud of the way that she had mastered the way of telling someone to get fucked without even having to open her mouth.

Maybe it was kimi's fault. He had been her mentor and close family friend for years. And he had taught her to not give a single fuck about what anybody else thought of her . And taught her to do and say whatever the hell she wanted to.

So she did just that. And usually it worked well enough to keep people away from her. Most guys kept their little infatuations and crushes on her to themselves  , never getting too close and just admiring her from afar instead.

Well, Most of them. Except for one little, annoying , loud mouth driver who wasn't scared of her in the slightest. One that would not leave her alone , no matter how mean she tried to be to him. He was locked in and refused to give up on his endless pursuit for her affection.

He would have liked a kiss from her but so far all he could get from Cherrie was two middle fingers and a death glare. But it was a start. He wasn't giving up just yet.

Charles sighed "no! No! Not that." He lowered his voice as he leaned forward on the table to whisper to her . "He's coming over now. Play nice please." He warned her.

Cherrie scowled at him , chewing on her pasta boredly. "Who is?" She echoed in confusion.

Her teammate gave her a look "take a guess Cherrie. Which guy here is hopelessly in love with you and is also the only guy that isn't scared of you in the slightest?" He rose a brow at her pointedly.

Cherries face dropped in realisation just as a bright coloured, orange blur cane flying towards their table with a happy shout, dumping himself into the seated bench beside her with a grin.

Lando looked at her , saw her scowl and annoyed glare and laughed loudly . "Hey guys! How are you?" He greeted them happily , reaching for a tomato from cherries dinner without any hesitation.

Cherrie slapped his hand away with a low scoff , narrowing her eyes at the man beside her in Annoyance. "I was enjoying peacefully eating my dinner before you arrived." She muttered unhappily , refusing to look at him any longer and instead focusing back on her food again.

Fighting back a long sigh as she felt lando's eyes on the side of her face, unashamedly admiring her in the morning sunlight. His smile never dimming even when she was giving him the cold shoulder , as usual.

It was no secret to anybody that Lando was head over wheels in love with her. He had been since the very first moment he had met her over two years ago now when she got her contract with Ferrari. He was the first one to congratulate her and tell her that he couldn't wait to see her on the track.

Having been crushing on her long before she came to F1. He had followed her Instagram for years and liked every single picture she posted , always commenting a orange heart. Even on a picture of her tabby cat or a simple picture of her ocean view from her apartment, he engaged with every single post she made.

Cherrie had not been impressed by his schoolboy ways. She had came to race and win, not make friends . So she wasn't very interested in the way that he constantly flung himself at her without any shame , time and time again.

It was ridiculous and Cherrie didn't know why he was so taken by her, she had been nothing but a bitch to him from day one.

She tried insulting him. She tried ignoring him. She even told him bluntly that she didn't like him and that if he wanted to keep both of his legs then he needed to leave her alone and stop annoying her so much. But he just wouldn't give in.

Lando just smiled at her and tried another tactic. "You look really pretty today Cherrie. Have you done something different with your hair?" He complimented her sweetly .

Chin resting on his hand as he gazed at her with shiny eyes, ignoring the disgusted look that Charles was giving him as he tried to flirt with his teammate despite knowing fully well how she would react.

She side eyed him , unamused. "I just brushed it." She simply muttered before shoving a mouthful of pasta into her mouth so she didn't have to speak again.

Lando nodded his head along to her words "well, it looks amazing. I like the red. But I think you would look better in orange." He cheekily winked at her , laughing when she let out a loud sigh and finally faced him properly again.

She pursed her lips , face blank as she uttered. "I hate orange. It's not my colour."

Charles snorted behind the palm of his hand as he tried not to laugh as he watched her give Lando a hard time again. Feeling pity for the mclaren driver , but also not at all because Lando knew exactly what she was like, yet he still pursued her anyways.

Lando paused for a moment , trying to come up with a clever way to reply to that snarky answer and coming up short.

Instead he just chuckled and smiled at her in amusement "every colour is your colour Cherrie." Then he abruptly changed the subject , crossing his fingers for luck as he asked her hopefully "did you dump that footballer yet?"

Referring to the Spanish footballer that Cherrie had been seen hanging out with over the summer. The yacht pictures of the two of them practically jumping each other on the deck of the boat had crushed his heart a little.

But four weeks was long enough for his confidence and stubborn determination to come back to him in full swing , reminding himself that these flings that she constantly had with footballers and stars alike were always temporary.

Lando had never once seen her with the same man for longer than a month. She liked to keep her options open and never were they ever any feelings involved.

She just loved sex , that was all. And If all the other drivers could hookup with whoever they wanted and not get shamed for it then why couldn't she?

She wasn't ashamed of her little slut era that faded in and out depending where she was in the world. Spain, Italy and france had the most beautiful guys that she had ever seen in her life . And well, she was usually only there for a weekend so why not make the most of it and relax with a nice long marathon of sex with these Greek god type looking men?

She had no shame and enjoyed the way that the fans and press would go crazy whenever another picture of her with someone would make its way around the internet . She laughed at the comments calling her a whore who slept her way through each city , she laughed when they wondered if she was trying to shag every greatest  footballer there was.

Because well, they weren't wrong. She loved footballers . They had the best stamina's and really nice yachts. She was allowed her fun. And to her fun was delicious food, long naps in the sun and sex, sex and even more sex.

She was pretty, she was young and she intended to enjoy every minute of her life doing whatever the hell she wanted to do. She didn't want or need a man to tie her down. They were fun in the sheets, as long as they weren't her sheets in her own home.

Never once had she brought any of her famous flings home with her. Not one of them had met her family and never once had she ever told a man that she loved them. Because she didn't and she wasn't a liar who was going to throw words like that around just to soothe a mans ego.

No way. And maybe that was also why she was so determined to push Lando away. She was certain that it was just a phase that she was going through. He liked her because he couldn't have her and as soon as he did have her, she was certain that he would grow bored of her and move on.

She didn't want to risk her heart like that. When she did eventually fall in love , she wanted it to be real. She wanted to be a hundred percent sure that that he meant it before she ever gave in and let herself experience true love.

And well, Lando was all smiles and laughter. Silly jokes and ice pops in the sun. He couldn't be that serious about her , could he?

It had to be just a silly little crush that he had on her, it would fade away. It had to.

"Not that its any of your business . But I didn't need to dump him because we weren't even together." She finally answered him . Eyes on her phone as she replied to a few text messages from her friends back home .

Lando raised a brow at her curiously , eyes flickering briefly down to the phone in her hand as he wondered who she was texting . Definitely not him seeing as she refused to give him her number knowing fully well that he would never leave her alone if she did.

"But you were kissing him on that yacht.." he voiced his confusion , turning in his seat so that he was sitting sideways instead. Giving her his full attention.

Cherrie glanced over at him with a slight frown , lips tugging at the corners despite herself as she answered him bluntly. "I was fucking him for a couple of weeks but I got bored and came back home."

Charles snorted a laugh while lando flushed slightly , swallowing at the way she so casually talked about sex like that. Shifting in his seat uncomfortably at the thought of her and another man ... doing it.

Charles couldn't stop giggling as he looked over at his teammate in amusement . "Wow. Heartbreaker ." He teased her.

She just rolled  her eyes at him with a small smirk "no. He knew exactly what he was getting himself into. I made it very clear that it was just sex." She told him matter of factly.

Because despite being such a bitch, she never once led anyone on. She told them fair and square that it was always no strings attached. Just some casual fun when she needed to relax after a tough race.

"Is that deal just for footballers or-" Lando gave her a hopeful fluttering of his eyes , grinning at the way she immediate rolled her own eyes at him.

Something that she seemed to do often in his presence . He just wished that he could make her eyes roll to the back of her head in other ways instead.

She took a sip of her water and just looked at him for a moment , admiring the way his racing suit was tied loosely around his waist. A long sleeved  , white shirt clinging to his chest tightly making her clear her throat and glance away.

"It's for guys over six foot tall." She smirked , playing with the paper straw between her teeth. Watching his face drop from the corner of her eyes, while trying not to laugh.

Lando sighed loudly , frowning at her. "I could wear heels. Does that count?" He offered to her. Enjoying her snark for whatever  reason he did so.

Maybe he needed to see a therapist because why did he get so turned on when Cherrie was mean to him? Surely that couldn't be normal , right?

She snorted , laughing before she could even stop herself as she pictured cute little Lando running after her in heels all day long .

"No. It doesn't. I'm not interested in you at all Lando." She told him , hoping he would get the hint and move on.

He did not.

Instead he laid his head on his elbows that were resting on the table in front of him, eyes never leaving her pretty face as he admired the way her eyes seemed to be so bright under the sunlight. A few shades lighter then they usually appeared.

She was just so fucking beautiful that Lando had to remind himself to breathe properly.

"Why not? I'm amazing. I'd be a great boyfriend. I'd buy you flowers and take you on cute dates. I'd make you happy." He told her confidently . Not arrogant just stating the truth.

Charles chuckled, shaking his head as him in amusement . "So modest Lando. So subtle." He teased him.

Lando just shrugged and exclaimed "it's true!" Before looking back at a flustered Cherrie with a smile . "If you gave me -just one tiny- chance-"

She shook her head at him firmly "no. I don't want a boyfriend. Don't you think that If I wanted  one I would have gotten one by now? I have plenty of options available ." She reminded them .

Charles sighed in amusement , looking between the two of them with amused smirk on his lips. "Both of you are ridiculously cocky. Maybe you are made for each other." He stated.

Lando beamed at him happily "exactly! We could be perfect! We'd be the hottest couple around!"

He then looked back at Cherrie "and maybe- just maybe the reason why you don't keep these guys around is because you want something real.." he motioned towards himself proudly "like me."

Cherrie couldn't have groaned any louder if she tried. Huffing at him in annoyance. "I don't keep them around because I don't like them like that. Just like I don't like you like that either!" She snapped at him.

Lando frowned "but how do you know that if you never give me a chance? Girls think I'm cute as hell!" He exclaimed . Getting frustrated with her stubbornness.

She looked him straight in his eyes and agreed "yes, you're cute Lando." Seeing his hopeful and pleased smile , she quickly crushed his hopes again.

“But I don't date cute. I like sexy men. Not cute!"

He didn't give up at all, merely raising his brow at her and replying .

“Sexy is temporary. Cute is forever." He stated confidently .

Charles giggled as he looked between them, his own free entertainment . "That would be a great slogan for a tshirt." He said.

Lando nodded in agreement, snapping his fingers at him . "You're right! Write that down!" He told him before turning his attention back to the love of his life again.

Cherrie was looking at him in disbelief. Head in hands as she wondered what she had to do or say for him to drop this little crush of his on her.

How much more meaner did she have to be?!

She had a horrible feeling that she could smack him and he’d probably thank her for it.

"You always go 'awww look at that cute old man across the road!'" he mocked her girly voice as he spoke making her gasp , offended. "Never 'wow look at that sexy old man!' If you think I'm cute now just wait a couple more years. I'm going to be this cute forever." He told her with a grin.

Cherrie reached over and smacked his arm, hard. Lando whining as he slapped her arm back without any hesitation. Both of them slapping at each other like little kids .

"I don't sound like that!" She shouted at him. Going for his head now instead.

Getting him into a headlock while Lando just giggled hysterically, his hands coming up to clutch at her arms with a grin.

"Ooo I’m Cherrie and I like to break lando's heart-" he continued on with a high pitched girly voice , mocking her in-between his own laughter.

Meanwhile Charles had his phone in his hand, filling the two of them to send to their group chat for the rest of their friends to see.

They all had bets running on how long it would take for Cherrie to give in. Some of them said never , betting that Lando would never get a real chance with her. Daniel was the only one that betted that the two of them would be together before the end of the season.

As Charles looked at them messing on in front of him, catching glimpse of the smile that Cherrie was trying so hard to hide as Lando wiggled around in her Arms. Almost on her lap as he jokingly licked her arm making her squeal in disgust , yanking her arms away from his neck to hurriedly wipe his Slava away from her skin.

Charles wondered if perhaps Daniel might be right.

"I'm not breaking your heart Lando! Stop being so dramatic!" She scoffed at him with a huff.

Glaring down at him when he laid sideways on the table bench , laying his head on her lap and refusing to move as he grinned up at her mischievously .

"Oh really? Feel my poor heart then." He grabbed hold of her hand and placed it over his racing heart firmly . His eyes never leaving her own.

She just frowned at him "it's just beating fast idiot.

Not broken."

He laughed, hand over her own as he gently caressed her fingers with his own. Sighing happily "yeah. For you. It does that every time you're near me." He sappily told her.

Ignoring Charles fake gagging in the background as he focused all of his love sick attention on her pretty, flustered face above him.

"Gross." She inhaled sharply as he slowly slid her hand down from over his heart and down to his chest and stomach instead.

He was smirking as he pressed her fingers over his abs slowly , tensing them up so that she could feel them even more.

“Could be all yours Cher ." He whispered to her slyly . Grinning at the way her cheeks were slowly  turning as red as the car she drove.

She cleared her throat and quickly yanked her hand away from his, then she gave him a hard shove to his side that sent him flying off her lap and onto the floor below them Instead.

"Ow!" He yelped in shock as he laid flat on his back, looking up at her in betrayal . "Hey!"

Charles was laughing hysterically as he continued to film them. Cherrie just simply shrugging with a smirk as she looked down at him in amusement.

“my last boy toy had a eight pack ." Was all she muttered before getting up and throwing her Empty container in the bin.

Giving her teammate a casual nod "see you at the garage." She told him before walking away without a single look behind her.

Leaving Lando still laid like a starfish on the cold hard ground, the smile never leaving his face as he glanced up at Charles Stubbornly.

"She's the one. I'm telling you." He grinned.

Charles shook his head at him in disbelief "the one to what? Kill you?"

Lando sighed like a lovesick fool "she can kill me with her beauty. God.." he groaned in awe. "I love her."

Charles sent him a link for therapy later that night .

For some reason Cherrie didn't find herself very surprised when that very same weekend, at nearly two o'clock in the morning , there was a bunch of loud and insistent knocks at her hotel room door.

Quickly rolling herself out of her bed and grabbing a silk dressing gown to throw Over her shivering body, she hurried over to the door before they pissed someone off with their loudness.

Swinging open the door, she squinted as the light from the hallway shined into her tired eyes. Frowning slightly as she looked at the swaying, beaming face in front of her.

"Lando? What are you doing here?" She groaned out , exhausted and just wanting to go back to sleep.

But of course that was far too much to ask for and instead she was faced with a stubborn, drunk man child at her door.

Lando giggled as he looked at her bed head and pouty lips , sighing dramatically. "I can't wait for the day that I can wake up with you by my side looking like this." He waved his hand at her face a little too eagerly, almost slapping her .

Cherrie huffed at him as she grabbed ahold of his hand bedore he accidentally hurt her, looking down , unimpressed when he tried to  sneakily intertwine their fingers together. Swinging their now joint hands between them happily.

She glared at him in annoyance "why are you here?" She repeated her question firmly . Too tired for his bullshit. She either had to be drunk of filled up with coffee to handle him, and that was on a good day.

He just smiled at her , playing with her fingers as he swayed in his spot. Cherrie moving a tiny bit closer to him, ready to catch him if he fell. She did not want to be blamed if he accidentally fell over and ended up hurting himself in the process.

"I wanted to see you. I was at the club and this girl wouldn't leave me alone." He slurred to her , squeezing her fingers like a child to her her attention as she glanced up and down the hallway, wondering where his idiot friend was that had to have dropped him off  in this state at her door.

Her stomach turned uncomfortably as he mentioned a girl, pulling a face without even realising at as she looked at him with a frown. Getting more pissed off by the second.

"Okay?" She didn't know what else to say to that. She didn't want to hear about him with some girl. She just didn't.

She didn't know why and she didn't want to know why she felt uneasy at all. She had no right to be jealous. She was the one that had been rejecting Lando over and over again.

He had to move on from her sometime she supposed. So why the hell did it make her feel so sour? She didn't care. She fucked around almost every weekend with someone new. It was no big deal.

Lando, unaware of her little mental crisis , continued on obliviously. Nodding his head over and over again , looking at her with comically wide eyes.

"Yeah! I told her that I was in love with you but she just wasn't listening. So I had security remove her.” He whined to her . Almost falling onto the wall behind him as he lost his balance again.

Cherrie quickly lurched forward and grabbed his arm to stop him from falling onto the floor, sighing to herself as she carefully pulled him into her hotel room and shut the door behind them.

Leading him carefully over to her bed, crossing her arms over her chest once he had flung himself down onto the mattress  like a drunk starfish. Beaming up at her happily as he snuggled into one of her pillows with a content sigh.

"You're not in love with me Lando." She muttered uncomfortably. Stood at the end of the bed and fiddling with her fingers. Not knowing what to do or say at all.

She was usually the one that was drunk and rambling away, she was the one that was babied on after a night out with friends . She had never been the caring  or the responsible one before.

She didn't know how to handle Lando in general, never mind a drunk Lando who was apparently was just as infatuated with her drunk as he was sober.

Lando pouted up at her, eyes glossy and upset. The alcohol making him even more emotional than he usually was.

"Yes I do. Why don't you believe me?" He complained , frowning at her. Offended that she thought he was lying. "You make me happy and you make my heart sing-"

Cherrie cringed . Never one that could cope with feelings and sappiness. She couldn't even watch a romantic movie without leaving the room. All the lovey dovey bullshit gave her second hand embarrassment. She just couldn't take it.

She wasn't brought up to be emotional. Her family don't hug. Didn't talk about their feelings. Didn't tell each other 'I love you.'. The closest thing to love that she had felt from her father was a awkward pat on her back when she had told him that she had a contract with Ferrari. He said a firm 'well done.' Before excusing himself from the room. And that was okay. She knew that he was proud of her , she didn't need to hear him say it. It was fine.

Her friends had told her that she was emotionally constipated and afraid to be affectionate with anybody because she had never experienced it growing up. And well how could you crave something that you had never had before?

She had never even held hands with a man before. Sure , she slept with them and sucked their dick. But she never hugged them. Never held hands or said sweet words. It was only ever physical and she was okay with that.

Which was probably why she felt so clueless and uneasy around Lando . Because he wasn't afraid to be emotional with her . He told her how he felt without any shame. He always hugged her , sneaking up behind her to wrap his arms around her in a embrace before she could even think to threaten him away.

He told her she was beautiful every time he saw her even when she knew that she looked like a mess . He looked to her whenever he said some stupid joke just to see if she would laugh too .

He sent her flowers every time she won a race , and she won regularly . So she had a new boutique nearly every other week.

He asked her about her day, he asked her about her friends and family. He sent his coat to her hotel  room when he had found out that she had forgotten hers at home. He sent her care packages every month when she was on her period.

He wrote her little cheesy notes and printed out pictures and poems that he thought she might like. He bought every single piece of her merchandise that came out and proudly walked around the paddock wearing it. Telling anyone who would listen to buy it .

He did all these things for her and she didn't do anything for him in return. Not nearly as much.

Sure. She scolded his team principal after she had heard that he had upset Lando. He didn't know that she did that. Only the security man who had to drag her away did.

And sure, she sent him packages of strange things in stores that she had found that reminded her of him. She never signed her name. He didn't know it was her that sent them.

And sure . She paid for his birthday party at a fancy club, telling the owner to put everything on her tab even when she didn't attend the party herself. Sending him only a brief 'happy birthday' text that night. He didn't know that either.

And sure , she looked for him in every crowded room but only so that she could know where not to go to avoid him. That was the only reason why she looked for him and wondered where he was and what he was doing.

It was nothing. She felt nothing. She just- she didn't know anymore. She didn't get attached to people , definitely not to men. She didn't do relationships, she didn't do commitment .

She wasn't sweet and she wasn't kind. She didn't smile just because. She didn't coddle people, she didn't lie to make them happy. She didn't laugh at jokes that weren't funny. She wasn't girlfriend material at all.

She was blunt , mean and roughed up around the edges just like her father was. She had made more people cry than she had made them laugh.

People didn't come to her to hang out because they liked her . They didn't come to her for comfort, knowing that they would only get brutal honesty instead. She didn't even know how to comfort someone, other than awkward pats on their backs and a uncomfortable 'stop crying please.' She stayed away from anything emotional , it just wasn't her thing.

So why wasn't she kicking Lando out of her room and calling up one of his many friends to deal with his drunken ass instead?

Another question that she didn't want the answer to either.

She sighed and looked at him with a frown "don't say shit like that Lando. I don't like it." She muttered walking into the small kitchen to get him a bottle of water in hopes to try and sober him up.

He followed her with his eyes , huffing loudly . "You say you don't but you always smile when you look away!" He called over to her stubbornly.

She scowled at him , slamming the fridge door shut with more force than was necessary.

"It's a pity smile." She snapped as she walked back over to him. Throwing the bottle of water onto the pillow next to him, only just missing his head.

Lando grinned slyly at her , not budging. "No it isn't! Why can't you admit that deep down in your cold ice heart , you like me!" He accused her.

She gasped "I do not! You're not my type!" She denied quickly.

He rolled his eyes at her with a grin . "I think you're scared because I'm not like your usual type. You're usual type don't love you but I do. And you don't know how to deal with the fact that someone can actually love you like that. Love you for more than just casual sex." He rambled on. Picking up the water bottle and taking a big gulp , missing the way she froze up at the end of the bed.

Mouth opening and closing several times in denial , heart racing in her chest as she let his horrifyingly truthfully statement of her sink in. Hating that he knew her so well. Hating that he was right.

She shifted on her feet uncomfortably, glaring down at his smug little face angrily.

"You don't know what you're talking about Lando." She said instead . Looking away from his pretty eyes with a scowl.

She hated pretty boys with their horrible big cow eyes and even prettier smiles . She absolutely , fucking hated them. How dare he be so cute when she was trying to get rid of him?!

He snuggled into her covers with a smile, hazy eyes never leaving her despite the fact that his head was swimming and his vision was making him see double. Two cherries were just as good as one anyways. Twice the beauty. He thought drunkenly.

"I do! I do! And it makes you mad that I'm right!"

He giggled "I think you're amazing Cherrie." He told her sincerely . Slurred speech and all.

Cherrie felt her face soften , hesitantly glancing back over to him with a sigh. Shaking her head at him as she tried not to smile at his cute, arrogant  face.

"I think you're drunk and that you need to sleep this off before you say something you regret." She simply told him. Leaning over to pull off his trainers so that he could get into the bed properly.

He watched her look after him with a soft grin, cheeks flushed with both alcohol and love for the stubborn woman in front of him.

"I could never regret anything with you. I meant it Cherrie . I know you don't believe me but-" he hiccuped as he let her tuck him into the bed properly , pulling the covers up to his neck gently.

"I think your mean sense of humour is really funny. And I-i like your smile and your laugh. It's so pretty." He slurred to her , eyes fluttering tiredly as he tried to stay awake .

“And you're so smart and the best driver in the world. I was so jealous when you became Charles teammate instead of mine. And I'm always jealous of those guys that you kiss-"

Cherrie looked away flustered , swallowing thickly as she listened to him tiredly list of all the things he liked about her. She hadn’t known that there was even anything about herself to like.

"And you make me so nervous- but so happy too!" He grinned at her tiredly . Reaching his hand out for her to hold.

Wiggling his fingers pleadingly at her when she hesitated for too long before she gave in and gently took ahold of his hand, giving him palm a small squeeze. Smiling to herself without even realising it.

"Do you think- do you think that you'll give me a chance someday Cherrie? A real one?" He yawned, eyes already closed as he started to drift off into a alcohol fuelled sleep. His hand loosening in her own as she watched him fall asleep just like that.

As if he hadn’t just completely fucked with her head and make her question everything she had ever told herself.

Leaving her to sigh to herself quietly , conflicted as she let her eyes flutter across his peaceful face. Admiring his sunburned cheeks and long lashes and the poutiness of his lips as he dreamed away.

Maybe he was right, sexy was overrated anyways. He was cute, he always had been and always would be.

She carefully pulled her hand away from his with a small smile tugging at her lips, shaking her head to herself as she got up to sleep on the couch instead.

"Maybe I will ." She mumbled with a defeated frown. Giving him one last look in her bed before turning away and heading to the couch where she knew she wouldn't sleep a wink.

She has too much to think about now. Too much to reconsider as she wondered if perhaps she had made a mistake by brushing him off all these years. Too afraid that he would leave as soon as she gave into him.

But she realised then that he had stayed through it all, even when she denied him over and over again. He never gave up and never gave in.

He was the first to run to her after a race. The first to celebrate when she won. The first to ask her if she was okay. The first one to seek her out.  He was always there, through everything single thing.

He had stayed through her rejection. He had stayed even when she had another man. He had stayed through the arguments. Stayed through the ups and downs of the track.

He had stayed . Even when she tried to push him away. He never left her empty handed. He never passed her without a smile. Never didn't say hello, never left without a goodbye and promise to see her later.

He stayed and maybe it was time for her to start staying for him too.

The next weekend led to a disaster of a race for Lando who's engine gave up on him not even half way through the race .

Cherrie was walking beside Charles side by side as they got ready to head to the media pen now that the race was over , max had won , Lewis p2 and Cherrie p3.

She was feeling pretty  alright with her podium result but she couldn't help but feel bad for Lando as she watched the replay of the race to see how it had all gone downhill so quickly for him.

Watching him head over to where a few tires were piled up and sit down on them with his head in his hands, still not moving from his place even when the race was over. He ignored the marshals , ignored his team and his assiants that were trying to get him to come back.

Instead he waved them off and told them that he needed to be alone for a little while , his helmet still firmly over his head so that nobody could see him cry. Feeling completely defeated and more than upset , once again coming last and gathering no points for his team. It was hard and he was tired, his usual smile no here to be seen.

Cherrie felt Charles nudge her side repeatedly as they both glanced over at Lando, all on his own , with pity. Sighing sadly at the sight of him.

"Go talk to him." Charles advised her quietly once he noticed the worried glances that she kept giving him over her shoulder. Slowing down her walk as though she wasn't sure whether she could walk away from him or not.

Cherrie frowned at her teammate  "I don't think anything that I can say would help charles. I don't know how to make people feel better." She reminded him "I only make them feel worse." And it was true.

Last time she had tried to comfort someone, she had ended up making them cry even harder.

Charles rolled his eyes at how oblivious she was. "You don't even have to say anything. I think that you just being there for him would make him feel better. He always lightens up whenever you're around." He told her seriously .

Cherrie scoffed, not believing him in the slightest. Yet she couldn't help but glance over at Lando again, heart pinching in her chest as he still didn't move from his spot. Ignoring everyone  and everything around him.

"I don't think-" she tried to come up with some other excuse to why she shouldn't go. But Charles saw right through her facade .

He gave her a firm push in his direction "exactly. Don't think . Just go. He loves you Cherrie-" he gave a pointed look when she went to deny it "as much as you like to pretend that he doesn't. He does . And I know that you do too. So go and talk to him please."

She gave in with a defeated sigh. Giving her teammate one last unhappy glare before stomping over to the tires where Lando was sitting all on his own.

She sat down beside him carefully , not even looking at him. Instead she kept her gaze out to the track in front of them, now empty of their cars.

"Lando.." she hesitantly spoke up after a minute of silence between them.

“Please don't cry." She whispered to him pleadingly when she heard him sniffle.

He let out a watery laugh , shaking his helmet covered head. "I lost again. I'm out again. I'm never going to be champion Cherrie. I'm a fucking loser." He sniffled upset.

She did look at him then. Frowning deeply "don't say that! You're not a loser. You've just got a shitty car. It doesn't matter how good of a driver you are if your trying to win a race with a fucking tractor Lando!" She snapped at him.

More than Uncomfortable with him crying and no knowing what to do or say to make it better.

He looked over at her , sniffling loudly. "But-"

She groaned and turned to face him properly , leaning over to unlatch the clip underneath his chin so that she could pull his helmet off . Wanting to look him in the eyes as she spoke instead of a helmet where she couldn't see his reaction to her words.

She carefully pulled his helmet off and set it to the side while Lando hesitantly lifted off his balaclava , his eyes red and tearful. Nose pink and cheeks flushed from the heat and from crying.

"No buts! You're a incredible driver Lando with so much talent and so much potential! And you're only young , just like me! You're going to win one day okay? And it might not be today and it might not be the next race. But you will. I know you will because you're you." she struggled to find the right words to explain what she meant.

Not used to comforting people. She was usually the one doing the upsetting  , not the comforting.

She awkwardly patted his back, lips pursed together as she rapidly tried to think of ways to make him happy again. She couldn't stand the sad look on his face , she wanted him to smile. Not cry.

Lando wiped at his eyes with his sleeve , looking at Cherrie hopefully as he felt his heart lighten at her words. Knowing That she never lied about anything, that was one thing he could guarantee her to do.

"Really? You think so?" He sniffled while leaning into her touch as he shuffled closer to her side , wrapping his arm around her back slowly from behind as he leaned his side against her own  . Silently asking her for a hug.

He was expecting her to pull away but instead she only pulled him closer. Wrapped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into her side properly as he buried his face into her neck , his other hand falling down to her thigh so he didn't fall . Both of them still balancing on the tires that they were sitting on.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair , scratching at his scalp soothingly as she sighed.

"I do. Because I believe in you and I know that your time will come. And if it doesn't then I'll drag max off that podium myself and carry you up there instead. Alright?" She muttered to him firmly .

Leaning her cheek against the side of his head as he clung to her, feeling him smile against her skin at her words.

"You'll carry me? Like a bride?" He teased pulling his head away from the crook of her neck  so that he could look at her.

His mood all ready lightening up as he watched her roll her eyes at him playfully with a smile. His heart thudding hard in his chest as he gazed at her affectionately.

Heart swelling in his chest as he realised that despite the fact that she hated affection and that comforting people made her feel physically sick. She had come after him to make sure that he was okay.

She was holding him, she was consoling  him. She was smiling at him. Even though she was meant to be at the media pen after her own podium win, she had chosen him instead.

"Sure. I'm the stronger one out of the two of us anyways. So it's only right." She teased him back. Glad to see him smiling again.

Feeling her stomach flutter when he slowly placed his hand at the back of her neck. Cupping it in his hand gently as he looked down at her quietly in amazement.

"Usually when a man puts his hand around my neck. We're not sat on some old tires at the track." She whispered to him. Overwhelmed with the way he was looking at her .

He laughed softly and shook his head fondly at her , biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes were drawn down to her smile.

"God.." he breathed out , blushing. "Don't say that."

She smirked at him , amused by how flustered he was.

“Why not?" She wanted to know.

He looked her straight in the eyes and muttered "because it makes me want to experience what they did with you." Enjoying the way her breath hitched , pupils widening as she looked at him, startled by his confession.

She laughed a little nervously as he moved his face to be closer to her own, their noses brushing gently.

"What? The casual sex experience you mean?"

He shook his head, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed her in. Heart racing in his chest as he felt her cup his jaw in her hand softly , pulling him even closer to her .

"No." He denied with a soft smile.

"I want the boyfriend experience." He simply told her . Opening his eyes to see her reaction.

She just looked at him for a moment before frowning "that'd be a new experience seeing as I haven't done that before Lando." She reminded him. She didn't date. She fucked. End of. They meant nothing.

But as she looked into his shiny eyes and pretty smile , she knew that it was over. She wasn't a liar after all.

Her heart was racing. Her fingers trembling and all she wanted to do was kiss him. Wanted to make him happy .

She was in love wasn't she? For fucks sake. She really couldn’t catch a break!

Lando just laughed and shrugged his shoulders mischievously. "Then it'll be a experience for the both of us. Because I love you and I want you and I like you. So fucking much." He confessed to her without any shame.

His love for her came to him as easy as breathing did. She was it for him. He just knew she was.

And Cherrie. Cherrie just sighed long and hard in defeat. Nodding her head along in agreement as she watched his features light up with pure joy, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared at her with wide eyes, shocked at her casually agreeing.

"Yeah? You want that with me?" He needed to know. Didn't care how desperate he sounded .

He had loved her for a long time. Two summers now but he wanted them all.

She let out a soft laugh and leaned forward to  kiss him instead of answering . Cradling his jaw in the palm of her hand as she pulled him closer , breathing in his love as she finally gave into what was right. To what had been there, right in front of her the whole time just patiently waiting for his turn to shine.

Lando moaned against her mouth breathlessly  as she parted his lips with her tongue , tilting his head to the side as his cradled her cheeks between his fingers firmly. Thumbs stroking her sharp cheekbones , feeling them heat up beneath his touch.

Kissing her like he had dreamed of kissing her for so long now. He kissed her like she was the last person woman that he would ever kiss. And if he had his own way, she would be the first and last woman that he fell in love with.

She was it for him. He just knew it.

"You love me?" He panted against her lips , his fingers desperately clutching at every part of her that he could reach. Swallowing each sigh and each soft moan she gave him with his lips, he never wanted to let her go again.

She breathed out a laugh and whispered onto his tongue "I love you." Before letting out a loud giggle as Lando suddenly moved too quickly in excitement and fell backwards .

His arms flaying in panic as he gasped out her name loudly before his body fell into the hole of the tire that they had been sitting on , his body folding up with only his legs and head poking out for her to see.

She was giggling hysterically, clutching at the tires for support as tears of laughter ran down her face. Belly aching from love and giggles as she looked down at lando's blushing face , stuck in the tire as he gazed up at her with a sheepish grin.

"I'm stuck with this now huh you idiot ?!” Was all she said through her own laughter as she pulled out her phone to take a picture of him instead of helping him out.

Lando sighed loudly and simply nodded his head , flushed bright red as he smiled apologetically up at the love of his life who actually loved him too.

Despite being stuck in a tire, he had never felt more happier than he did then in that moment .

"Yeah. For the rest of your life I'm afraid." He told her with a grin. Unable to take his eyes off her.

She shook her head at him with a affectionate laugh.

Both of them unaware of a nosy Charles hurriedly  messaging the group chat as he announced that Daniel had won the bet. A multitude of disbelief and demands for proof coming through his phone . None of them believing that Lando had actually done it. Unable to believe that Cherrie had given in.

Charles just sent them a picture of lando stuck in a tire, Cherrie kneeling by his side as she leaned over the rubber tires to give him a kiss. Smiles clearly seen on both of their faces.

Pay up suckers. I win! Daniel replied smugly .

Charles just sent him the money through PayPal with a defeated sigh of his own.

Before glancing away from his teammate and Lando who were now full on making out , despite him being stuck in a tire. He quickly turned away before he could see anymore tongue, grimacing to himself at the sight.

Suddenly feeling sick as he wondered what the hell they had done.

If Lando  was obsessed with her before. How affectionate was he going to be in front of all of them with Cherrie now that he had her to himself?

Charles had a feeling that he was going to unwillingly see a lot more of their 'affections' now more than ever.

He crossed his fingers together and hoped that he wouldn't need therapy by the end of this season.

He couldn't believe that Daniel was right. Lando got the girl.

#lando Norris imagine #lando Norris oneshot #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine

[fbfh]

leo recieving oral hcs - leo valdez x reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: m recieving oral, not proof read, biting and hickeys, leo is REAL shy about recieving but you plan on fixing that, subby!leo, brief mention of reader recieving, a few mentions of both reader and leo getting fucked absolutely stupid at various points in time, switch!reader and switch!leo, mouthing through his pants, leo has some self esteem issues maybe??, one or two mentions of hair pulling (reader recieving), optional lipstick on his dick <3

song rec: just one way to say I love you - peggy lee

a/n: i have never wanted to suck dick so bad in my life your honor I love him ALSO filthy disgusting smut + oldies supremacy <333 also this was titled "leo x reader I've come for your pickle hcs" in my google docs which I love

tags: @yesv01 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @Fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @jacksondeeznuts @justbookworm @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony  @i-dont-remember-a-lot  @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings   @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner

As with all nsfw works all participating characters are aged up to 18+

THAT BEING SAID……….

Okay we know Leo is VERY shy about receiving

We know he’ll eat you out or suck you off or generally go down on you until you’re totally dehydrated and out of cum legs shaking seen god totally fucked dumb can’t remember your own name

And even then,,,,

It’s “I know you got one more in you baby…” WITH THAT FUCKING SMIRK

But baby boy is so fucking shy about recieving

So goddamn nervous, so easily flustered

To the point where his usual strategy is to go down on you so hard for so long that you’re too tired

And more importantly so fucked absolutely stupid that you can’t think about anything besides how nice he feels cuddling you

How nice and warm his skin feels against yours, how sweet he is making sure you drink water and take ibuprofen in the few minutes you can manage to stay awake before cuddling into him and falling asleep in his embrace

Plus jesus fucking christ he loves going down on you

Like seriously

But that’s already been discussed and will probably be discussed more at some point

The only problem in this is that you really really wanna suck his dick

You want him in your mouth, want to taste him like he tastes you

Wanna make him feel good and fuck him dumb like he does to you

But he’s so goddamn shy

And trust me he wants you to suck his dick too

He’d probably be thinking about it all the time if he could even think about it a little without getting so overwhelmed and flustered his brain shuts off and he’s horny and distracted for the rest of the day 

So to make both of you happy

To satisfy your literal cravings for his cock in your mouth and to make him feel really fucking amazing

Just like he deserves

To successfully suck his soul out through his dick

You need to take him by surprise

Fucking pounce on him like Tigger, get between his legs, and start to mouth at him through his pants while batting your pretty eyelashes at him

God you can already feel him getting hard against your tongue

You could probably get him to cum just from that

It wouldn’t be too hard

But you really, really just want him in your mouth

So when you’re at this point, licking and mouthing at him through his pants while he’s splayed out below you

Periodically dropping some dirty talk, just to keep his mind where you want it

As if it could be anywhere else right now

He’s already putty in your hands

He’s already in total genuine disbelief that someone would want to go down on him as bad as you clearly want to

And yeah, some of that is a self esteem thing

Some of it is an unused to being wanted and receiving unconditional love thing

Some of it is a still getting used to receiving acts of service without feeling like he owes you something back

It’s the whole selfless part of agape love he’s still getting used to

He really never had that before you

Which is why you’re hellbent on breaking him in

That way he can receive and absorb the love and goodness he deserves

That’s why part of you is really enjoying how nervous he is under your touch, the way his breath hitches, heart pounding loud and hard in his chest at your hands on his hips and thighs

You don’t miss the way his eyes dart around, locking on yours, then moving up to the ceiling when it gets too intense

His hands will be all over the place too

In his hair

In your hair

Running over the bed or couch or countertop

Wherever you have him right now

One solution to that is to tie him up

But other than that, just cherish the feeling of his hands on your hair and/or neck 

Once you’ve finally teased him sufficiently

And however much that is is totally up to you

Once you finally get his cock in your mouth??

Once you finally wrap your soft warm lips around the velvety tip and a shuddering moan tears from his throat??

And you start sliding your tongue along that vein on the underside and can feel his precum pooling on your tongue???

Absolute bliss

And you better know he will not know how to shut up

He’ll be rambling and whining and moaning until you make him feel so good you have him bucking his hips into your mouth and unable to form a sentence

That’s really the only way he’ll stop rambling like a nervous turned on frantic mess

Because when you want him in your mouth this bad

When you pounce on him and top him like this 

When you smirk up at him while his cock is balls deep and throbbing in your mouth 

And your hands squeeze and jerk his cock perfectly

Yeah that’s more than enough to turn him into a nervous turned on frantic mess

If you wear lipgloss or lipstick a lot

Or even tinted lip balm

Anything with color

Watching it progressively smear onto him the longer you go until it’s absolutely ruined???????

Makes him feral

It makes him go fucking feral

Part of him wishes he could leave it on there forever 

Or at least that it’ll stain a little 

It feels so nice to get marked up a little, have proof that he’s yours 

God and he tastes so good too 

Like seriously Leo and his cum specifically taste really fucking good 

With how well you know his body

With how good you make him feel

You can probably have him moaning your name and babbling incomprehensibly and pulling your hair while he shoots his sweet cum down your throat in minutes 

Which you should totally do

Because then 

You can return the favor for all those times he had you cumming on his mouth and fingers and cock until you were shaking and couldn’t remember your name 

Seize this opportunity 

Overstimulate the HELL out of him

Make him cum down your throat and suck on his balls until they’re completely empty 

Fucking suck his soul out of his big juicy cock and take all his cum out with it 

Also 

Leave some hickeys on his hips above his cock

Right along his v line yk

Maybe some on his thighs 

It will drive him so fucking crazy

And whenever he sees them until they fade he’ll get flashbacks to right now

To how warm and wet your sweet mouth feels around him 

If you wanna get real cheeky leave at least one that’ll be visible above the waistband of his pants 

If you time it right and do it when he’s totally and completely fucked out from your mouth he won’t notice until someone points it out to him 

Leave it as a fun surprise for later <3

And like

He’s really sensitive

Especially when it’s you touching him 

But he also fucking CRUMBLES under you when you get a little rough

Melts right into a puddle, putty in your hands (more than usual)

So don’t be afraid to bite him a little, scratch his thighs

You’ll probably get at least two more loads just from doing that

(THIS BOY HAS STAMINA FOR DAYS)

So after a while

Like a while

When you’ve finally sufficiently drained his soft balls and made him cum so many times he lost count 

When you’re finally done and you get water and ibuprofen and cuddle up next to him

His face is against your chest, taking in how sweet you smell, how nice your hands feel playing with his hair 

You pepper kisses over his face and praise him sweetly 

Your throat will be sore for a while but it is so worth it

Also he thinks you sound really fucking hot like that

So no one’s complaining

As he drifts off in your arms he kind of already wants this to happen again

He realizes his anticipation for your focus and attention like that is starting to get more powerful than the shy nervousness at receiving it 

He has no idea how you managed to flip that switch in him so quickly

Just you working your magic, he guesses

But dear god he loves you even more for it

And now he really can’t wait to return the favor 

#leo valdez #leo valdez headcanons #leo valdez smut #leo valdez lemon #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus headcanon #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus smut #heroes of olympus headcanons #heroes of olympus imagine #me the minute I shift and see leo motherfucking valdez in the flesh: i've come for your pickle... <3

[hannie-dul-set]

US, AGAIN | four.

SUMMARY. they say history repeats itself, but you’d like to disagree. you had to disagree. history changes, even if you had to force it. but when all your attempts to twist fate were met by nothing but the flashing recurrences of the past, what were you supposed to do?

or, wherein you try everything in your power to have nothing to do with na jaemin, but na jaemin wants nothing but you.

PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. college! au, historical! au, soulmate! au, past lives, forbidden love stuff, reincarnation, romance, drama, humor, angst, fluff, looots of flashbacks, this is an entire kdrama, very loosely inspired by the webtoon “see you in my 19th life” WARNINGS. (for this chapter only) swearing, night terrors, hospital mentions, passing out, the works hgdhjasf WORD COUNT. 5.1k

NOTE. I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG <///3 but life is life thank god we only have to go through this once unlike our dearest mc HJGASDJSF anyway!! lots of jaemin fluff here!! you’ll want to punch him in the face!! hope u enjoy <3

CHAPTER FOUR: why the sun sets and rises

(Running.

Through the winding branches that cut into the air, the silver lake, the jagged ground, the clouds in the wind at each and every shallow pant, you were running—

A gunshot.

—running until your legs gave away.)

You woke up in a cold sweat.

God.

Looking around, you noticed that it was far too early for you to be awake— the hazy light that barely slipped through the thin curtains, the desolate silence that seemed to have consumed your room whole, and the bedside digital clock down below you that said 6:21AM in big bold letters, indicating that you should be fast asleep especially after staying up at ungodly hours in the morning finishing up an assignment. But even after burying your head in between two of your pillows, you couldn’t even suffocate yourself into unconsciousness.

You groaned and jumped off of the top bunk.

When your feet landed on the floor, you had expected to see Seungah’s ghost of a face lying sideways on the bottom bunk, but all that met you was a small, neon orange sticky note laying soundly on her smoothed out pillow. ‘Had to leave early to the diner! Eat the breakfast I made you or else xoxo’, it said. You sighed.

There was no point mulling over the past when you had an entire future to take care of.

“Oh my gosh.”

Hong Nabi was in shock with what she saw when she arrived at the benches by the garden to work on your group assignment today. It was shocking to the point that she dropped all her binders and papers onto the pavement.

You sighed, sliding out of your seat to help her. She spared you a few, quick glances as the both of you were slouched on the floor, and he couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip in worry. The Y/N that was usually so cool, so put together, and so unbothered looked like she was casket ready. That, or ready to star in a Tim Burton animation.

“Is it Halloween today..?”

“Let’s just get this thing started,” you groaned, finally finished cleaning things up and you were now back onto your seat. Nabi sat right in front of you, organizing her now jumbled up material. She wanted to ask if you were okay— but would that be offensive considering that you were very clearly not? Still, she opened her mouth to speak, but was scared into silence when you suddenly cursed out loud. “Since when did this become a paired project? Where the hell are they?”

Nabi pressed her lips together, looking around. “I’m not sure.”

You still had around two weeks more until the presentation, but that didn’t mean that they could slack off as much as they wanted. In a fit, you grabbed your phone from your sling bag, exasperatedly tapping on the fragile screen that Nabi was almost sure that you were going to break it, but before you managed to burst a vein, an incoming sound of noises and laughter approached your ears.

Boys will be boys, but you weren’t having any of that shit.

“Yah,” the moment Jeno, Renjun, and Donghyuck showed up at your table as if nothing was wrong, you decided to smack the nearest head with a rolled up sheet of stapled paper. “Didn’t we agree to start at nine?”

“Yah,” Donghyuck snatched the weapon from you, his other hand focused on caressing the spot on his head that you’d just every so gently smacked. “Don’t you ‘yah yah’ me, missy. Did you forget that you’re younger than us?”

If only he knew.

“Is that so? You should grow a sense of responsibility, then. It doesn’t take fifty fucking years.”

With that, you let out a huff and swung your laptop open.

The rest of the people occupying the table exchanged concerned glances as they shuffled to find seats of their own. They haven’t known you for long, but this type of temperament from you was arguably out of the ordinary. Even when Donghyuck would strike a chord too dangerously, you wouldn’t snap at him— today, you weren’t your usual self, and they all mutually agreed in silence that they were going to tread carefully if they still wanted their heads attached to their necks.

When the sounds of your fingers clicking against the keyboard stopped, they felt their hearts stopping, as well.

You looked up from the laptop screen, proceeding to look around, closed your eyes, and then breathed out. “Where’s Jaemin?”

At that moment they all flipped their phones open, scrolling, clicking, and typing before they can taste any more of your unraveled temper. You had to admit, you were feeling a little guilty for being such a bitch. A part of it was yes, sleep deprivation, shitty nightmares, and a whole truck load of stress can really take a toll on your sanity, but the other part was voluntary.

Jeno looked up, the first person who managed to pinpoint Jaemin’s whereabouts. “He just texted. He says he’s running— oh, there he is.”

There he was indeed, a couple of feet away from where you all were. Once you confirmed that he wasn’t absent, you turned back to continue working, but the rest of them continued to stare at Jaemin, who was barely hanging onto his dear life, sweating and panting. And as they all watched the poor boy breathlessly running towards the table, they all thought of the same thing with one mind, heart, and soul.

Na Jaemin was a dead man.

He pulled up right in front of you, hunched over breathless with his hands on his knees. He stood up and promptly apologized. “Ahh, so sorry for being late. I had to stop by somewhere and there was traffic. I’m really—”

“I didn’t ask about your personal business,” you hummed, not even looking at him. Everyone, not only Jaemin, flinched at your explicit coldness. “Did you get the files that we need?”

He looked at you. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was looking at you.

“...Yeah. Hold on.”

As if the mood wasn’t already shit earlier, it actually turned into absolute horse crap after Jaemin arrived. It wasn’t his fault, really, but circumstance after circumstance didn’t exactly paint the prettiest picture of him. When the clock finally struck eleven in the morning, everyone except you all released a synchronous sigh. “We’re done today, right?” Renjun asked, and you responded with a quick nod, noticeably a lot more mellow than earlier.

Nabi stood up and started fixing her things. “I’ll send everything later to you tonight, Y/N,” she smiled at you.

“Yeah, sure,”’ you hummed, nodding. “Thank you.”

The four boys froze. Why were you being nice to her? Of course, their complaints were verbalized into nothing more than silent whines, groans, and grumbles that easily flew above your ears, Jaemin being a lot more quiet about voicing his complaints than the rest despite taking most of your attacks.

Still, even if you were being particularly thorny to him, he thought it would be a good idea to speak out just as you were about to leave. “Do the both of you have any classes after this? We were planning on getting lunch together,” he said. “Would you like to join? My treat.”

You looked at him. There was a polite smile on your face. Evidently forced.

“No, thanks.”

Donghyuck let out a genuine gasp.

“Did she just—” he stammered, switching his sight back and forth from Jaemin to you. “Did she just turn down a free meal offer?”

“She did,” you sighed, rolling your eyes as he continued to gawk at you. You picked up your heavy bag from the bench seat. “I gotta get going. Have fun, you guys.”

And you let them just like that, with five pairs of eyes trained at the back of your head until they finally lost sight of you.

For someone like you, the bulletin boards at the bus stops were like a gold mine. A gold mine of part-time jobs just waiting to be filled. There were flyers haphazardly plastered onto the board, all in different colors and different fonts. You bit a chunk off of the granola bar that served as your lunch for today, eyes meticulously scanning the available offers, a few flyers already wedged in between your armpit.

“Hair salon assistant— can’t do that. Diner waitress— a hard maybe. Already have a restaurant job pending, my shifts might clash. Library assistant? Alright, I need to check it out further, though. What about a movie— oh!— oh my god, you scared me.”

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Sooah suddenly appeared beside you, looking up as she clutched her backpack straps. You let out a sigh of relief upon the realization that it was just her.

“Fancy seeing you here, cadet,” you hummed, folding the neatly folding the few flyers that you had and shoving into your sling bag along with the emptied granola bar wrapper. “Are your classes over?”

“Mhm! I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up.”

“Aren’t you honored to spend time with me as you wait?”

You let out a chuckle, sitting down on the wooden seat, patting down the empty spot beside you, and Sooah happily hopped to sit down right away. Peeling off one of the flyers stuck onto the board, you decided to fold it— once, twice, countless more times until the flat, square piece of paper was now shaped into a lotus flower. Sooah beamed in amazement.

“Y/N,” she started, and you dropped the little paper flower onto her tiny hands. She placed it on her lap before looking up to you, large eyes hinted with curiosity. “The story you told us last time— was it a true story?”

You suddenly felt a chill in the air.

“...Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well,” she mused. “My mommy is a Korean Literature teacher at my school, but she teaches a grade above me. Sometimes, I’d go through her stuff to read some stories that I haven’t read in my class, and the other day—”

Uh oh.

After living for twelve whole lifetimes and currently going through your thirteenth, there was always this feeling that haunted you all throughout, a feeling that you were all too familiar with. It was gnawing, grinding, and chewing up the bottom most part of your gut. A warning sign for something bad to come.

You were definitely feeling that right now.

“—I found the same story as the one you told us, big sis.”

Yep. It was never wrong, and it never will be. You bit down your bottom lip.

“And I found something interesting!” oh, how much more must anxiety drown you, but Sooah seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to stop her. You raised a brow, urging her, and she smiled brightly. “You said you don’t remember the girl’s name, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Y/N! She has the same name as you!”

Of fucking course.

“The last name is different, though—” she added as an afterthought. “She was Song Y/N, and you’re not. Still. Isn’t it really cool?”

Not cool at all. You wanted to scream, maybe cry a little and lose a generous chunk of your mind, because as far as you knew, there had never been an instance where you had heard of this story being shared to the public— to an entire class, nonetheless. It shouldn’t matter, right? It wasn’t your life anymore. Just an old, tragic tale passed on from mothers to their children as a bedtime story.

But somehow, it made you feel vulnerable.

How many more people knew about this?

“But, sis. You’re kind of a dummy, though. How could you forget someone’s name when it’s the same as yours?”

Sooah questioned, tilting her head, but it eventually washed pon her that you weren’t looking all too well. You had your lips splayed into an evident frown, worry creasing your forehead, which she could not at all get. Were you okay?

“Did you finish reading all of it?”

You asked after a bout of silence. Sooah shook her head in response. “No, not yet,” she huffed. “My mom caught me making a mess out of her things and scolded me.”

That’s good, you thought. At least she didn’t make it to the end— that would only complicate things. After a second of deliberation, you figured that this would be the best move if you played your cards right.

“Sooah,” you started. “Do you think your mom will let me borrow that story?”

The next day, your classes were all condensed into the afternoon— a deliberate decision to allow yourself to recharge in bed for the entire first half of the day.

But right now it was eight in the morning, yet you were already busying yourself inside the campus.

No, you didn’t have a group meeting today, neither did you have any prior commitments needed to be accomplished here in school, but you figured after not having a single fucking blink of sleep last night thanks to Sooah’s revelations yesterday, you might as well head to school early to apply for the part-time job at the library. Only one problem— where was the library?

It was eight in the morning. You had been here since seven-thirty. Not a single bookshelf in sight. You opted to just give up and mold yourself into the floor because you couldn’t even ask anyone for directions because no one was there.

Well. Almost no one.

You had just passed by a single living soul earlier as you were trudging around the bottom floor like a zombie, but you completely missed him. Na Jaemin caught your disheveled figure marching through the hallways earlier, evidently lost, as he left the faculty office with a steaming hot cup of coffee in his hands. He immediately brightened upon seeing you— as if his bloodstream was directly charged with caffeine, but he didn’t come around to approaching you until now. He couldn’t get the timing.

Even now, as he discreetly tailed behind you without your knowledge, he didn’t know when was the appropriate time to give you a simple ‘hello’. He pressed his lips together, taking in a sharp breath through his nose, and decided screw it— you wouldn’t even be happy to see him no matter the timing.

He picked up his pace and sounded from right behind you.

“Morning, group leader.”

You stopped, swiveling your heels around, and he was met with your grimacing face.

As expected. He gave you a blinding smile.

“How are you?”

“My morning is shit, thank you very much,” you spat. “Even more now, after seeing you.”

Ouch.

Jaemin knew that you weren’t exactly fond of him, and he’d spent too many hours wondering why. Maybe you just disliked him without bearing much of a reason. Some people were like that, but he didn’t hold it against you. He still pressed on with a smile.

And it irritated you.

(You believed that it was irritation, or made yourself believe. Yeah, let’s go with irritation.)

“Now, what do you want?” you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg as you looked at him with exasperation. “You’re definitely not here to ask me about our assignment, right? I’m not sure if you’re aware, but I might as well say it to your face for your own good.”

You roughly shoved a finger to his chest, mustering up not a glare— but a plain look of disinterest.

“I don’t like you.”

Jaemin simply looked at you.

“You don’t like me.”

“No matter what you try to do, that won’t ever—wait, what? What the fuck?” you had to double take, expression suddenly morphing into a comical confusion, which Jaemin found cute, but of course he couldn’t say that out loud. He settled with the same smile as earlier, which you found a little more irritating as much as it was conflicting this time around. Within a second of silence, you felt heat slowly rising and you felt it slowly getting to your head. “You’re just gonna take that...as that?”

He let out a hum, shrugging. “I can’t dictate how you feel, can I?”

You gawked at him.

“You’re not even gonna ask why? Not even gonna protest?”

“Do you want me to?” he leaned forward, face a little closer to yours, smile a little more irritating than before, the heat growing a little more prominent than ever, your grasp on your consciousness becoming a little more hard to hold than earlier. You felt yourself getting caught in a stammer. “I would, if you want me to.”

Fuck this shit and fuck it completely.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” you stormed off before you could find yourself getting caught inside a heatwave, breathing out long, fervent breaths to calm yourself down, the dizzying heat slowly getting to your head making you woozy. It would be a bad idea to even turn around and look at him. “I’d appreciate it if you don't follow me.”

Jaemin frowned when he saw your back yet again. He felt like this was the only thing he’d seen from you— your back perpetually facing him without any hope of you even turning around to spare him a quick glance, but he didn’t want to go against your wishes. He wasn’t planning on following you. But when you suddenly collapse on the floor a few feet away from him—

Thud.

—what else was he supposed to do?

(“Your Highness.”

It was without question that he’d answer your call sparing not even a second to waste with those gentle eyes of his, and this time was no different. The only difference being the quirk of his lips— pursed, pouting. He stepped away from the bush of azaleas, and stepped closer to you.

“I thought I told you not to call me that anymore,” he huffed, languidly dropping beside you on the stone bench, taking your hands into his with an earnest glimmer. “Say it. I want to hear you. Please?”

It was impolite to laugh at the prince— a punishable crime by itself. You were fortunate that he liked you enough.

“Your Highness,” you hummed. His shoulders drooped down, visibly dampening, but he shook his head with a newfound resolve and instead lended all of his attention to you, instead. “It is without saying that the very breath you take is incomparable to any person on this land—”

Your gaze darted upwards, looking at him.

“—but why do you choose to come see me everyday in the garden? Even when I am not around?”

He was still for a moment, fazed and the littlest bit taken aback, but not a second too long for you to spare any worry. A newfound smile playing on his lips, he lifted up your hands that he was holding, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles.

“Why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west every single day?”

He looked at you, continuing.

“Just because it was made that way.”)

“Daegang.”

The whisper that you sounded in your state of unconsciousness caught Jaemin’s ears as he carried you to a vacant room inside the campus hospital. He looked down at you, your voice as clear as day despite the hoarseness of it, peeling himself away from your closed eyes, lashes fluttering above your cheeks before he could stumble over his own feet.

When he gently dropped you on to the bed, the mattress sinking underneath your weight, his windpipes nearly closed, a choking noise escaping the moment he felt you tug him down by the sleeve of his shirt, but he maintained his composure. He dropped your sling bag onto the bedside table, taking notice on the colorful piece of paper peeking out of the bag’s zipper mouth, a huff of a smile when he closed it up. Even you can be a little disordered, sometimes, he wondered in amusement as he gazed down on you.

Jaemin let out a huff of breath, dropping down the chair placed beside your bed, and he pulled out his phone to send a few messages here and there. An hour passed. He noticed you stirring underneath the sheets.

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Maybe you were, maybe you weren’t. You couldn’t tell if the blurred out silhouette of the face you have grown to both hate and love was a mere figment of your memories, or if he was actually real. There was the temptation brought about by your disorientation— to stretch your arm out to his face just to make sure, but you were lucky that your flimsy consciousness came at just the right time before you were to do anything regretful.

“Ugh.”

“You’ve been out for over an hour. Maybe you should just skip your remaining classes today,” at that point you were sure he was real. Na Jaemin had worry laced all over his voice, expression, and posture. It wasn’t a sight welcome to your peace of mind when you had just woken up after passing the fuck out. “What happened? Did you not get enough sleep? Did you skip breakfast? I asked Jeno to buy some food just in case you wake up and I’m not here, but you were unconscious for longer than I expected.”

“I’m fine, I’ll just—”

A regretful action. You tried to stand up, but all that happened was you falling pathetically back onto the bed.

“...”

“Don’t push yourself, Y/N,” Jaemin sighed, tucking you back in and placing a hand on your forehead, and by god you could hear the alarm bells ringing in your ears. “I checked earlier. It doesn’t seem like you have a fever. Oh? You’re starting to heat up, maybe you actually do—”

“I don’t!”

Was it possible to voluntarily pass out?

You threw the blanket over your head.

It was fortunate that he didn’t decide to press on, and instead he just left you alone underneath your makeshift tent to calm the sudden blazing of your face. Did he know that you were embarrassed? Oh god, did he know that it was because of him? Not that it was, of course, but it wasn’t unlikely for him to assume that he was the cause of your sudden temperature rise. It would be much better for him to believe that you did have a fever. Fuck, you should have just told him that you were sick.

“Knock knock,” outside of your blanket shield, you felt something lightly pressed at the side of your head, prompting you to peek outside, just enough for your eyes to be exposed. When you turned around, you were met by a box of Orion Choco Pie, just one of the few snacks that he had brought for you. “Here, have this. Eat.”

You blankly stared at the red box.

“What are you waiting for?”

“Leave it. I’ll eat once you leave.”

“No can do, missy,” Jaemin clicked his tongue, and without your consent, grabbed your nearest hand and opened it into a palm, placing the far too large box on top of it. “I have to make sure that you actually finish it.”

He was resilient.

Much like someone else, you grumbled, opening the packaging and stealing one of the cakes nestled inside. He had a satisfied smile on his face— almost like a proud parent watching his four year old daughter writing her name for the first time. You wanted to throw the damned snack to his face, but voted against the act and took a bite from it instead. “Fine. But for your information, I might have passed out because I barely got any sleep last night, so stop wasting your worries.”

“That doesn’t make things any better,” he said. “How am I supposed to stop worrying after hearing that? You should take care of yourself, Y/N.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“I’m not buying it. I have to make sure that you’re getting enough sleep every day.”

“What the fuck? Do you think you’re my mom, or something?”

“No, what the hell? Don’t make things weird,” He grimaced, looking at you in disbelief. Holy fuck. You nearly broke out into a fit, if you were being honest. Na Jaemin who was usually all smiley and kind was looking at you with an expression that you were sure his facial muscles didn’t even have the knowledge to conjure. His next words were nothing more than a low grumble. “How can she think I want to be her mom when I like her? Jeez.”

The choco pie that you’d been eating threatened to climb back up your throat.

“Wh— What the fuck?”

“What?” Jaemin replied naively. “One more time? Should I repeat it? Y/N, I like—”

“Okay, okay, I got it the first time, please—!”

Dear lord, he was going to be the death of you. You took in a long, sharp, painful breath.

“I get it.”

Jaemin looked at you with a small smile. He didn’t seem like he was going to continue teasing, so you quickly scared down the remaining chocolate snake inside the box so that you could slip away from him as soon as possible. That wasn’t the best idea, though, because the choco pie almost ended up going down the wrong throat and the guy was sure to freak out over it. Luckily you managed to get away with forcing it down and having Jaemin only looking at you with a minimal amount of concern.

It was time to get the fuck out of here.

“Thank you for the food, Jaemin, but I need to get going,” he didn’t even get the chance to say anything, but you were already on your feet, ready to set out to the door. You looked back at his frozen stature before reaching out for the door handle. “I’ll pay you back some other time.”

You bowed politely. Jaemin had only gotten back to his senses once he’d realized that he couldn’t see your face anymore, only the back of your head— a sight that he’s used to seeing, a reminder of where he stood. He scrambled to his feet and took off after you.

“Wait, you should drink water first! And take these with you! Y/N—”

Shit. He didn’t want you to leave yet. Not when he’s finally had a proper conversation with you. The two of you were already out in the hallway, the glimpse of light from the heavily clouded sky leaking through the windows and coloring the white walls and floor with an out of place brightness and at one point the light stuck on you. It was difficult to match your pace— staying not too far behind, not right beside you, never ahead of you. He swallowed.

Jaemin felt bad about pulling this, but he couldn’t think of any other way to make you stay.

“Daegang.”

You froze on the spot.

There was a heavy weight anchoring Jaemin’s conscience, falling even heavier as you slowly turned around to face him. It fell to the bottom of his stomach the moment he caught your expression.

“How—” you stammered. “Where did you get that name?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, a considerable distance between the both of you as he averted his eyes. “You muttered it earlier while I was carrying you.”

“C—carrying?”

How else would he have hauled you over to the campus hospital? But an obvious fact such as that was still enough to dumb your IQ a couple of notches down. You would have been fine if he didn’t mention it and leave you in your blissful ignorance, but he just had to drill the existence of that fact that you were in his fucking arms when you had sworn to be a piece of shit to him.

The heat was rising to your head again just like earlier.

“Ah.”

You heard Jaemin utter a sound from a few steps in front of you— a light grumble, you’d assumed, but you weren’t entirely sure— and it was at that moment that you’d realized how freaking awkward the distance between the both of you was. Were you social distancing?

His hollow sigh and evident pout threw all of those meager thoughts out the window.

“Is he the reason why I can’t get close to you?

What the hell does he mean?

“An ex you can’t over?”

You broke into a coughing fit. Jaemin instantly ran over to you in panic, patting your back to help appease the violent coughs, but in reality he wasn’t of any help at all because his palm was barely touching you. “Holy fuck”—cough—“oh god. I guess— I guess you can say that...?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled from behind you. “I shouldn’t have brought it up. It must be a sensitive topic.”

“If you knew that it was touchy then why bring it up in the first place,” you shot him a glare, looking back, but it was less threatening and more questioning. You couldn’t bring yourself to get mad at him at this point. He stood there in blatant guilt, his expression, stature, and demeanor without any intention of hiding it all. This was why you couldn’t get mad at him. Jaemin was transparent.

You weren’t sure if it was just his nature or if it had something to do with you.

You wouldn’t know what to do if it was the latter.

His lips finally parted after a moment of silence to answer you— even if you hadn’t expected an answer in the first place.

“I didn’t know how else to make you talk to me a little longer.”

You didn’t know what to do, at all.

Jaemin’s cheeks were stained with a shade of pink and fuck— you could see in his eyes that were looking at you, trying not to look at you, that he was bearing all the sleeves of his heart to you without an ounce of regret, but a euphemism of the bright red color that he was trying to hide.

God.

Why did you have to meet him in this life?

“Why?” you voiced, quiet. “Why do you like me so much? You don’t even know me that well, and I’m not even in any way nice to you.”

He didn’t answer.

“So, why?”

For a moment, Jaemin kept quiet, as if waiting for the pink to fade from his cheeks before doing anything, but it never did. Even when his lips stretched into a closed smile, his eyes crinkling and showing the stars that weren’t in the sky, he was still tinged with that soft, powdery color.

He didn’t wait. He didn’t wait for you to speak when he left— when he left right after saying two words that stretched inside your mind until the sun set in the west and the skies turned pink.

“Just because.”

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Paris | Day Four

When your parents decide to travel with your best friend’s family that you haven’t talked to in a while, who you have a massive secret crush on, what could go wrong, right? Right?! (best friends to lovers)

*Word Count: 1.2k

*Warnings: cursing, nudity, slight angst, and I guess that's it.

*Posted: December , 2019.

                            day one  |  day two  |  day three

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On the other morning, I woke up and went straight into the bathroom, taking a shower, doing a really quick makeup and blow drying my hair, and then getting the outfit I had chosen last night so I could sleep a little bit more this morning. When I was almost done, I picked up my purse and phone, getting into Shawn’s room and sitting on his empty bed, waiting for him to go get breakfast.

I heard him singing random songs in the shower, so I laid back on his bed and started scrolling through social media to kill some time. A few minutes later the humming stopped and the shower ran off, indicating that he was coming out, so I sat up straight to wait for him and so that he wouldn’t find me laying on his bed.

“Good... holy shit Shawn!” I said placing my hands over my eyes as quickly as I could, but that wasn’t quick enough.

Shawn was completely naked. I know I had just a few seconds to analyze his body, but God, that felt like hours. His body was still lightly damp and I could literally see everything, his hands were drying his hair with his towel, which gave me an even more precise view. My whole body was almost on fire. And I can’t tell if it was of embarrassment or if it was a long time since I last got laid plus the fact that I do have a crush on him.

“Y/N!” He sounded way too high pitched and as in shock as I was “Shit”

“I’m so so sorry” I said getting up blindly and trying to reach the door to my room but my mind was to clouded to think straight right now, so I just tripped on something and fell on the floor “ I’m sorry, shit, Shawn, I’m so sorry, ouch!”

“Hey, let me help you” he said and I felt his strong and huge hands helping me to my feet and to stabilize me.

“Thanks” I said feeling my whole face burn “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to... to...”

“It’s okay, I know, you can open your eyes now” he said removing his hands from me and I opened them, seeing that the towel was now wrapped around his hips.

“Hm, okay, I’m sorry” I said looking anywhere but not at his face or his ripped body “I’ll meet downstairs, okay?”

“Sure” he said and I turned around and left.

God, why can’t I stop thinking about his damn body and the idea of him on top of me?! Damn!

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The whole day was a disaster.

Okay, to be fair, not a disaster, we’ve been to really nice places like Notre Dame, the Catacombs, Galarie Laffaytte to buy some stuff and currently we’re sitting on the staircase outside the Opera Garnier, listening to street performers and taking some pictures while our parents are trying to find a cool place for us to eat. All the places were outstanding and breathtaking. Everything went very smooth. Despite the fact that I can’t be too close or look directly to Shawn’s face, neither can he apparently.

And the worst? Everyone noticed! Of course they would, we’ve been so close since always, and on the past two or three days we were inseparable. So, did everyone respect our situation and stayed shut to not make things worse? Of course not, they kept asking and trying so damn hard to get us closer together that was painful to watch. And I simply hate this situation.

I mean, it’s not the end of the world seeing your best friend, who you’ve had a secret crush on your whole life, butt naked, right? We can get over it, eventually. That’s why now I’m pretending to be really interested on the book I’m reading to avoid any discussion about the prior situation, like any mature and wise person would do.

“Y/N?” Flo called and I looked up “me and Liyah are going to take some pictures right there, okay?”

“Yeah” I said getting back at my ‘reading’.

“Y/N?” This time was Shawn calling me and I really considered ignoring him.

That’s when I noticed how fucked up this is.

“‘Sup?’” I said closing my book and looking up at him, making him turn to look the other way.

“Can we- can we talk about... you know?”

“Hm, Okay”

“Well, first of all, I hate our current state”

“Me too”

“Good” he said, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing a bit “I’m sorry about what you saw, I swear I never meant for it to happen, I never meant to leave you embarrassed or whatever, and I’m sorry for avoiding you all day, I’m just so sorry”

“First of all, none of that was your fault, I got ready faster and decided I was going to wait at your room so when you got out of the bathroom ready we could just go, like you did all of the other days with me. But I didn’t knock or told you anyway I was there, so you couldn’t know if there was someone there, and you obviously don’t need to apologize for being naked on your on room, specially after a shower, so I’m sorry, I’m the one to blame for this whole incident”

“Of course not!”

“Yes, I’m the one who guilty for making it happen”

“But I’m the one to blame for being a child and not talking to you about it”

“I was too, I ran”

“It’s normal”

“What? Seeing you naked? You that easy, Mendes?” I asked smirking and he blushed.

“I’m so happy that you’re able to enjoy yourself on my misery”

“Oh, come on, you’re not miserable”

“Of course I am, you’re laughing at me and you seemed so disgusted when you saw me”

“Oh, darling, that’s what bothering you?”

“Seeing a girl looking at you like that hurts!”

“Baby... don’t, you’re extremely attractive”

“Am I?” Shawn asked with the cutest pout on his lips.

“You are, big guy, I swear”

“Everything?”

“Yeah, you are obscenely gorgeous on every aspect, from the inside to the outside”

“Okay, I love you”

“I know, and I love you too” I said gently placing my hands on his lap, and he gently grabbed them, intertwining our fingers.

“Are we good?”

“We’re perfect” I said smiling as he kissed each knuckle.

“Can you hug me?”

“Yes, I can, Shawnie” I said tightly wrapping my arms around him, feeling him do the same.

“God, I missed you so much”

“I was with you the whole day, you just wasn’t that close”

“But that’s exactly what I missed”

“Okay, big guy, I’m here now”

“Thank you” he said kissing the top of my head.

“FINALLY!” Aaliyah shouted and we blushed automatically.

That’s when the whole interrogatory started, but quickly our parents returned and the questions died. We went to this little restaurant on the next block having a great time with great nostalgic conversations and stories. Two hours later we got the hotel and went straight to our rooms, where we said our good nights and went to bed. I crashed instantaneously. I guess fighting with my best friend is really tiring.

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[shreddedparchment]

Of Two Minds Pt.08

You’ve Got Us

07/20/2019

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve     Word Count: 11,442

Masterpost   Warnings: fluff, allusions to rape, descriptions of sexual assault, angst, language, unprotected sex, fingering, smut, pervy Steve

A/N: I don’t know what to say except that I lied. This is the second to last chapter. lol As I was writing what should have been the last chapter...well, you see the word count. It got long and I still have some stuff to show so, one more chapter for this story. If you are triggered by sexual assault, please do not read this chapter. I don’t plan on talking about it again in the next chapter but it does weigh heavy on this one. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Let me know what you think and what your favorite part is! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Waking up sandwiched between two super soldiers is almost everyone’s dream. Male. Female. Alien attracted to humans. Everyone.

In theory.

Actually waking up sandwiched between two bodies that run at normal than higher temperatures? Holy fuck are you sweating.

It’s the heat that wakes you, along with the pain of pressure on your broken leg.

You whimper, stirring between four large arms, two constricted around your waist. The other two just under your breasts.

As you move, the bastards actually tighten their grip!

You whimper again, this time, sobbing lightly because someone’s large leg is resting on your cast.

“Ow, Steve…” You complain.

Beside you he opens his eyes at the sound of your voice. Cloudy, groggy storm blues searching for the siren that called his name.

He actually smiles at you!

You try to twist, and something clicks behind his eyes. They’re suddenly clear and alert and he’s taking his arms back and he pushes Bucky back away from you roughly.

Bucky goes sprawling, releasing you as he tumbles over the side of the bed.

“What the hell?!” He complains, the thud of his body hitting the floor punctuating his irritation.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N! Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Was it me? Did I hurt you?” Steve is on his knees, pale, with the sharp bite of panic in his eyes.

His hands hover over your leg uselessly while you struggle to sit up. You’re all sticky and uncomfortable.

“What happened?” Bucky asks, groggy too but he’s watching Steve’s panic with a worry line between his eyes as he pulls himself back up onto the bed to sit beside you.

“We hurt her!” Steve stresses.

You reach for him. “Steve…”

He ignores you, worried about your leg.

“Calm down, Steve. She’s okay.” Bucky yawns, hooking his right hand behind your sweaty neck. He helps you sit up but then scratches the nape of your neck, observing the pain on your face. “You okay, baby?”

You don’t like him touching you while you’re all sweaty, but you nod, trying to ignore the pulsating pain in your leg.

“Of course, she’s not okay.” Steve continues. “Look at her face.”

He’s wide awake now and he looks at the way you’re biting your lip, staring at your cast, clearly hurting.

“We have to get it looked at.” Steve concludes.

“Steve…” You try again, but he’s beyond reason. He’s on his feet, grabbing a fresh pair of Bucky’s loose sweats and pulling them on before he also takes a random t-shirt from a pile on Bucky’s dresser.

The pants are slightly short leaving the peach skin of his ankles exposed and the t-shirt is too tight around the chest. It’s straining to contain his muscular torso.

“I’ll go get Helen. Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll get her and bring her here.” Steve tells you, pointing at you and Bucky before he yanks the door open and disappears at a run.

You sigh. Yes, you’re in pain but…

“He’s just worried about you.” Bucky explains. “He was a mess when you were missing. It’s why I-”

Oh no. My Steve…You worry.

He stops, watching the doorway Steve just disappeared through and you can tell he’s thinking about something. Remembering something.

“Bucky?” You probe, careful to keep your voice low and even but you fail. The pain of your leg seeps through and it brings his gaze back down to you.

He smiles at you, a real smile, soft and reassuring as he cups your cheek, pinches it with affection, then moves to grab his own sleep pants and slip them back on. He’d been asleep in his boxers and even then, with almost nothing on—both of them because Steve had also just been sleeping in his briefs—he was a radiator.

He pulls a muscle tee on then moves back to you. “Come on, let’s catch up with him before he really brings Cho up here. She can’t do anything in this room anyway.”

He stoops down and you wrap your left arm around his neck while he scoops you up, careful of your injured leg.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He asks, taking you towards the elevator, watching you closely in case you try to lie.

“Someone was sleeping with their leg on it.” You admit, a grimace to convey the pain. “You boys are heavy.”

“Shit. I’m sorry, sugar.” He says, frowning sadly but at least he’s not panicking like Steve.

The elevator dings and begins its descent.

“I’m sweaty.” You whine, unable to help yourself anymore. “Do I smell?”

Bucky smiles, his worry fading. “Guess we didn’t think about how hot three bodies under that blanket would be, huh?”

He looks at you, thinks about it, then buries his head into your neck to take a long whiff.

He leans up to hover his lips against your ear. “You smell good enough to eat.”

Your skin erupts into goosebumps that have nothing to do with temperature or the pain in your leg.

As your core ignites, your mind is suddenly plagued by flashes of thick, glistening brown skin. Aaron’s skin. It’s everywhere and your flash of arousal shifts into confusion and fear.

“Y/N?” Bucky checks, noticing your shift. “You okay?”

“Bucky…what happened while I was missing?” Clarity is key. “To me. What happened? I-I can’t remember.”

Bucky’s smile, playful attitude disappears as he sighs. The corners of his lips turn down sadly, a storm cloud darkens both your moods.

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head, squeezing you a bit more tightly in his arms. “I wish I knew.”

You cling to him more closely, wracking your brain to remember your time away from them but now that you’re not feeling sexy for Bucky, the image that had flashed in your mind seems to have faded and all you’re left with is the knowledge that whatever you just saw is distressing and fills you with fear.

The elevator doors open, and you look out to find Steve moving towards it, dragging a flustered looking nurse with him.

The shy rosy flush in her cheeks tells you that she would have gone anywhere he’d be willing to lead her.

You can’t blame her. His torso is squeezed into Bucky’s slightly too small shirt, his butt nice and tight and wrapped in Bucky’s smaller than Steve needs sweats. His hair is a mess. Bedhead to the max. He’s looks so damn adorable that you love him just a bit more for freaking out on you and giving you this heavenly image.

You can’t blame her. But you do.

Mine.

Your mind thinks randomly, recovering from your confusion fairly quickly with the sight of Steve before you.

Bucky chuckles, and you look up at him as he walks towards Steve.

“What?” You ask him.

“I didn’t know you were so easy to make jealous.” He teases.

Your cheeks burn but you glare unfairly at the nurse as she stops at the sight of you in Bucky’s arms. She’s startled, all signs of her own flustered state gone.

“You’re both mine.” You growl, under your breath, feeling feisty and irritable because of your leg.

“Y/N?” Steve gasps, moving towards you and Bucky. “Why did you move her? What if you hurt her more?”

“She’s okay, Steve. Here. Take her.” Bucky kisses your temple but then passes you off to Steve who eagerly takes you into his arms.

He sighs, relieved to be holding you maybe? Then presses his lips to the side of your head to hold a long sorrowful kiss.

“I’m okay, Steve. Really. The pain is less now but I do think we’ll have to get it x-rayed again.” You’re pretty sure that the cast will need to be re-set too.

“This way.” The nurse’s cheeks are flushed again, this time surprised. Probably because Bucky had kissed you and now Steve is kissing you. Word is going to travel fast.

“I’m sorry, hon. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He sighs, walking after her, moving for an exam room to wait for a doctor.

“Hey, it coulda been me too, Punk. Stop taking all the credit.” Bucky tells him, walking slightly behind the two of you, staring at your face.

You turn to look over Steve’s broad shoulders at him. He smiles at you.

Are these real smiles? You wish you could be truly sure that Bucky is okay with this. He resisted it for so long, pushed you away harshly, because he couldn’t deal with the thought of you and Steve together. Yet, here he is now, passing you off to Steve. Kissing you while you’re in Steve’s arms.

He hadn’t even said anything about Steve being in the bed with you two.

With the worry clearly etched on your face, Bucky relaxes his smile, knowing full well where your mind must be.

“It’s okay.” He tells you.

“What is?” You ask him, needing to hear him say it.

Steve looks at you then at Bucky over his shoulder before ducking into the exam room and quickly placing you onto the cushioned table.

“What are you two talking about?” Steve asks, carefully moving your broken leg to elevate it with a nearby pillow.

“Nothing.” Bucky tells him, a small exasperated sigh in his voice. “Who are we waiting for?”

“Helen.” Steve says, deciding to ignore whatever secret you and Bucky are sharing.

“Isn’t there another doctor?” Bucky asks.

“It has to be Helen.” Steve insists. “Y/N trusts her.”

Slowly, Steve begins to shift back into Captain mode. He hasn’t sounded stern like this in a bit and you wonder if it’s because of your secret conversation with Bucky.

“Steve, are you-?”

“I’m fine, honey.” He tells you, moving up to caress the back of your head. “I just want you to be okay.”

“I am okay. Any doctor will do.” You tell him, but he frowns.

“I’m gonna go find Helen.” He tells Bucky.

Bucky nods. “Okay.”

He leaves, Bucky moving to take a seat beside you. He takes your hand and looks up at you, stroking the curves of your knuckles with his thumb.

“I think it’s best to just let him do what he needs to do.” Bucky tells you.

“Was it really very bad?” You ask him. “Steve? When I was gone?”

Bucky looks at your broken leg and shakes his head slowly. “I’ve never seen him like that before. I’ve never seen Steve break.”

You broke Steve?!

“He wanted to get you back so badly. We both did but Steve…” He trails off, unable to articulate Steve’s state while you were missing.

“When did he come into the room with us?” You wonder, moving past the terrible concocted image of Steve, the broken man, that is now painted into your head.

“Last night.” Bucky smiles, and once again you worry.

“Bucky? Are you really okay with all of this?” You ask him, turning slightly to face him a bit better.

He meets your eyes and you see the shock on his face, steel blue eyes flickering with bewilderment. “Of course. I told you that I was. I meant it.”

“Really? I’m not—I don’t want to lose you, Bucky.” You whisper, torn up about everything. It had all seemed so real.

You, Bucky, and Steve were finally happening but pain and unbearable heat aside, waking up next to Steve and Bucky seemed like a dream. Too good to be true.

“He loves you.” Bucky says. “He really, truly loves you. He’s so happy with you and you’re so in love with him, Y/N. I can’t…I don’t want to keep you two apart. For my own sake, I can’t do that to the two of you. Would I prefer to be the only one? Sometimes.”

You bite your lip.

“But that’s only because I’d never thought that one day I’d be sharing the love my life with the other love of my life. Steve is my brother. My family. I’ve always wanted him to find someone to make him happy it just…it turned out to be you. For both of us.

“Trust me, baby. I’m a hundred percent…okay, maybe ninety-nine point nine, nine percent okay with it.” The sincerity in his voice only halfway convinces you, but the honesty that he still wants you for himself a little bit fills up the rest.

“I love you.” You tell him, eager for him to know how much he means to you. “I nearly died without you.”

Literally, but you remember the agony you’d felt while you laid on the couch when he’d declared that he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be with you and Steve together, and you know that you could never have survived losing him.

You might have gone on living but it would have been a half-life, devoid of joy and true happiness.

He reaches behind you to caress your back, stroking it to give you some comfort. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“So, how did Steve end up in bed with us?” You continue, you’d been so exhausted, you hadn’t felt him come in.

“I invited him.” Bucky admits.

You freeze, startled at how into this relationship Bucky really is willing to dive headfirst into.

“Did you not like it?” He checks.

“No!” You hurry. “No, I loved it. Well…except for the sweating and the crushed leg.”

Bucky chuckles. “I’ll ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to make the room cooler at bedtime.”

“You’re going to let him sleep with us again?” You ask with subdued excitement.

“Well, yeah. Isn’t that what you want? Both of us?”

“Yes.” You smile at him. “Always.”

“I’m sure there’ll be some nights where he’ll wanna sleep by himself. And when it’s his turn, I’ll check with him first to see if it’s okay that I sleep in his bed. I don’t want to step on his toes.” Bucky confesses.

“You won’t.” Steve suddenly says, hovering in the doorway. “You’re always welcome with us. We want you with us.”

You look up at Steve, absolutely gushing with love for him as you smile. He’s been behind this since the beginning. With Steve, you have no doubt.

He seems to sense your flooding of affection for him or maybe it’s because he can finally do it and it’s okay, but he crosses the room to your other side and cups your face. He kisses you, long and slow. Lips lapping over yours as you whimper with pleasure this time.

You can feel Bucky’s hand still rubbing slow circles on your lower back and it feels good to have them both touching you. Both your loves.

Steve pulls back and Bucky stands, cupping the right side of your face with his metal hand and turns you towards him so that he might kiss you too. His passion is familiar now, less explosive but just as burning.

You reach up to run your fingers through his long dark locks, his tongue moves in familiar ways, tasting you and his lips know just how to kiss you so that you moan into him.

Another set of lips press open mouthed kisses just behind your right ear. Bucky moves his hand to make room for Steve and you’re suddenly floating. Your stomach is in tumbles as four hands gently graze along your body as you take your right hand to wrap up back behind Steve’s head, holding his lips against your neck.

“Alright, what happened? Why are you back here after only one da-woah. Oh.” Helen’s voice filters in from the doorway. “Okay, I was not expecting to walk in on…that.”

Bucky and Steve pull back, Bucky retaining his hand on your back while Steve—so ready to do this but not used to being with you romantically—takes a small step back and reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck nervously as his cheeks paint themselves crimson.

“Sorry.” Helen continues. “Should I come back later?”

“No!” Both Bucky and Steve exclaim, both eager to get your leg back to normal because they both seem to know that until it is, those breathless kisses are leading nowhere.

“Please,” You plead, because now your need for Steve is officially unbearable. “Fix my leg.”

Helen puts you on bed rest for two weeks. It sucks. It also means that you can’t have fun with your boys. Steve sits beside you, arm draped over your shoulders in his bed. It’s his week.

His TV sits on, some old movie playing that you’ve never seen but you’re almost certain that Steve is paying as much attention to it as you are. That is to say, you’re highly ignorant of the plot or what the people are saying because Steve’s left thumb is rubbing circles on your shoulder, slipping under the strap of your tank top every so often to graze against the skin.

Your skin is humming from his touch. His right hand is holding onto yours, tracing stupid teasing circles along the center of your palm with his middle finger.

Jokes on him of course because the teasing is also making his breathing shallow as he stares at the screen and pretends to watch.

Really, you and Steve are just highly aware of every inch of each other. The way his legs are stretched out beside yours, bare feet gently rubbing against your own. Every now and then he tucks you in tighter underneath his left arm and sighs. His huge thigh is so hot against yours. Even through your shorts and his jeans you can feel him.

You’re certain he can hear the uneven beat of your heart every time he changes the pattern of that stupidly long middle finger of his on your palm. You shut your eyes, trying to fight the image of him sliding that hand down into the waistband of your shorts, down into your undies to slide the tip of that finger along your-

Bucky laughs, his head on your lap, left side. Hair draped over the right as you run your left hand through it. It shakes you and draws your attention.

“What?” You ask him, startled back to reality, voice slightly panicked.

“You two are seriously ridiculous.” He says.

“Why?” Steve asks, attention also pulled to Bucky.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, his palm to the back of your hand. At least this way you’re not so distracted.

“It’s just another week. You’ll be fucking in no time.” He says lightly, easy. Like it’s just another fact that weighs no heavier on him than the fact that the sky is blue.

“Bucky!” You chastise him, more embarrassed and surprised by his language.

Not that Bucky swearing is anything new, but you’ve never heard him talk about you fucking anyone but him. All of this is still so…You glance at Steve to see him grinning, a scarlet blush on his cheek.

You elbow his ribs and he laughs. “What? I do really wanna fuck you.”

“Steve!” You gasp, also not the first time he’s sworn around you but…fucking?

“I mean…” He smiles wider, shyly, excited. It’s a crooked smile that makes your heart skip a beat as he leans in towards you, staring at your collarbone as he tries to think of what to say. “I’ve been wanting to make love to you for years, Y/N.”

Your breath catches.

“She’s really good in bed.” Bucky states, shifting onto his right side so that he can look at the TV straight on.

He rubs your thigh, down to your knee then back up, giving it a squeeze.

“Makes these cute little high-pitched squeaks when you get her just right.” He brags, but not for himself. He’s seriously just really into the noises you make, and it gives you flutters.

“Bucky.” You nudge him with your left hand, but he catches it and brings it down and around to the front of his face, kissing your palm with love.

“I wanna hear…” Steve laments, leaning into your ear to whisper.

Ugh…you’re so aroused. You’re so wet. This is impossible.

“You both need to stop talking about sex.” You turn to look at Steve and he’s so close and he’s not backing away as you turn so his lips are right there.

He leans in and kisses you, stealing your breath as you inhale, eyes closed.

You moan, hand drifting away from Bucky so that you can cup the right side of Steve’s face.

The smacking is loud, and you can feel Bucky’s head turn back towards you.

Is he watching?

You open your eyes and give him a glance.

Yes. He’s watching.

There’s no jealousy in his eyes, no anger, or hurt. There’s a curiosity in them. A wonder. Steve notices your distracted state and he pulls back, relieving your lungs with oxygen but it’s a short reprieve because Bucky reaches up, hooks his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you down while he pushes himself up with his other hand to kiss you.

Your eyebrows shoot up with the pleasure of his kiss. Eyes shut. God, they can both kiss like nobody’s business.

You reach down, placing your hand on Bucky’s chest and trace the shape of his chiseled pecs, still defined even through the slightly loose t-shirt.

When he pulls back with a lips smack just as loud as Steve’s, he lays his head back down onto your lap and grins up at you.

“This is torture.” You tell them both. “If we do it now…I’d technically still be in bed right? It counts as bed rest.”

Steve leans in to kiss your temple, chuckling at your eagerness.

“Soon.” He sighs. “You need real rest. But I can’t wait to make love to you, honey.”

“Me too, baby.” Bucky agrees. “I can’t wait to show you how much I’ve missed you. How glad I am that we found you.”

Steve nuzzles into your hair, inhaling and exhaling with what must be the worry and relief of your time spent away from them, missing.

“I’m gonna show you just how much I’ve wanted you all these years.” He tells you, determined. Excited.

The prospect of the both of them making love to you is thrilling. You’re trapped in the lust bubble until, beside you, Steve straightens up a bit to look down at his other best friend.

“I have a request.” He begins.

Bucky watches him. He assesses the expression on his face then after a moment, he sits up and turns to face both of you, legs crossed as he takes your left hand and holds it in both of his.

The cool of his left hand feels good on your heated skin. Damn Super Soldiers getting you all hot and bothered when you’re on bed rest.

“What is it?” He asks, watching Steve only.

You’ve been watching them when they talk about this stuff. About you and them. It’s not business. You’ve seen them when they talk business during missions and at meetings. This is more complicated.

It reminds you of when you were a kid, and your parents would discuss things about you and your sister. Before your dad died and your mom married the idiot.

Familial. Calm. Responsibility. Like a decision must be made and they are determined to find the right one.

It’s reassuring the seriousness that they take this whole arrangement with. It makes you feel that maybe this might really work.

“I…I want our first time to be alone.” He says, hesitating but only because he seems to have other questions that he’s unwilling to speak or perhaps he can’t?

“Of course, Steve.” Bucky shakes his head. “I thought that went without saying?”

Steve nods, looks down at you, then back up at Bucky. “I know, I just…needed to vocalize it. Make sure you were okay with it.”

“What? Did you expect me to sit and watch?” Strangely, Bucky doesn’t sound repulsed or even offended by the idea.

“Eventually? I think she’d like us together.” Steve says, shocking your eyes wide.

“Steve?” You ask him, searching his face but he won’t look at you. He’s watching Bucky who is nodding.

“I was thinking the same thing. I’ve been thinking it since that first night in my room.” He admits.

He reaches back to scratch the nape of his neck.

“How do you feel about that?” Steve asks him.

“I’m okay with it, I think. It’ll be weird. I’ve never had to share her like that before.”

“And the whole naked thing?” Steve begins but Bucky cuts him off.

“Really, Steve?” He scoffs.

“It’s different in that situation, isn’t it? I mean, I know we’ve…communal showers and we grew up together and stuff, so we know what’s down there but to have another naked guy touching your girl…”

“Our girl.” Bucky corrects him. “Our girl, Steve.”

You can almost see the weight of worry lift off of Steve’s shoulders.

“I know you and Y/N are worried how committed I really am to this and trust me, I’m ready. I spent two weeks not knowing whether you were alive or dead.” He’s suddenly talking to you, staring at you and giving your hand a squeeze.

“When?” Steve asks.

“I don’t know. Probably not for a while.” Bucky admits. “As ready as I am to commit to this, it will need to take some adjusting to.”

You’re just about to butt into the conversation to tell them how much you appreciate them talking these things out but F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s smooth accented voice interrupts.

“Pardon the intrusion, Captain.”

“What is it, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” Steve checks, sitting up even straighter, alert.

“Nothing to cause panic.” She must be sensing the stress in his voice. “Mr. Stark would like to know if you, Sergeant Barnes and Y/N would like to join the briefing on the search?”

“Search?” You ask, curious and confused as Bucky and Steve exchange very meaningful and loaded looks. “What search?”

“We’ll be right down.” Bucky says, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed to pull his shoes back on.

Steve removes his arm from around you and slides out of the other side, pulling a hoodie on over his t-shirt then moving to sit and put his own shoes on by his desk.

Bucky grabs the remote and shuts off the TV before turning to look at you.

“Come on, sugar.”

“What search, Bucky?” You ask him, feeling so utterly out of the loop.

Despite your questioning, you slide your butt over to the edge but before you can turn to put your feet on the ground, Bucky scoops you up.

“The one for Aaron. We weren’t gonna just let it go.” He says.

The animosity in his voice is clear. He wants revenge and honestly, you kinda do too. But mostly, what you want is to know what happened in those two weeks that you can’t remember.

“He got away.” You realize fearfully and swallow hard.

“He’ll never get his hands on you again.” Steve says, following you and Bucky out to the elevator.

The three of you load in while you think about the day you escaped him. You’d knocked him out. How had he gotten away?

“There’s only so many places he can hide. We’ll find him.” Bucky assures you. “Then we can have so much welcome home sex you’ll have to do another two weeks of bed rest.”

What a moment before might have been a tempting statement fills you with chills.

“You’ve got us.” Bucky says, assuring you. “We’ll keep you safe, Y/N.”

“Always.” Steve assures you.

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The common room is nearly empty. Only Tony, Nat, and Sam sit there, waiting for the three of you.

They look for you when you enter, eyes gaping and eager to see what condition you might be in.

Nat smiles at you and you return her affection, happy to see her. Tony gets to his feet, pulling out a chair for you on the end of the table.

“You look better.” He states, eyes searching your face as Bucky sits you down.

“Thanks. I feel better.” You smile at him as Bucky takes a seat on your left.

Steve sits to your right, bending down to lift your leg and place it on his lap to elevate it.

Nat sits with the largest grin on her face, her eyes roaming the careful way Steve sets your leg on his lap then keeps his hand on your knee before trailing up to your thigh then back down, rubbing it soothingly.

“How’s the noggin? Remember anything yet?” Tony wonders, moving back towards his own seat to sit back down.

“Tony…” Nat warns.

He looks at her and rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Let’s get started. Pull up the map.”

The large monitor at the opposite end of the table, directly across from you, flares on and you watch a large map of the world populate. At first it could be a satellite image.

“Take out all land mass.” Tony instructs, and all of the names and color for every continent, island, or piece of earth disappears leaving their shapes white and blank. “And bring up all oceans.”

The monitor populates the names of every ocean in the world, dividing the Pacific and Atlantic into separate pieces. A north and south for each.

“Where was it, Nat?” Tony asks and Nat gets to her feet and moves to the monitor.

“Hmmm, about right here.” She places her finger on the monitor, around the spot that you last remember seeing Aaron’s ship before you’d all gone on the mission that failed.

A bright red dot begins to pulse where her finger is and she removes it, staring at the spot.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. bring up the last known co-ordinates for the ship we found Y/N on.” Tony instructs and F.R.I.D.A.Y. adds a new dot, slightly deeper in shade of red. “Connect them through the most likely route.”

You watch a line snake its way between the dot in the South Atlantic to the darker dot in the waters by the southernmost tip of Africa.

“That looks about right.” Nat says, “The ship wasn’t actually running when we found it. It was coasting. It would have been pulled by the current.”

“How sure are we that he’s there?” Bucky asks.

Nat sits herself on the edge of the table, twisting back to look at Bucky with her arms crossed across her chest. “Not very sure. We know that’s where the ship is, but we didn’t find him on it when we found Y/N.”

“We waited too long to find him.” Steve sighs.

“No one blames you Steve.” Nat assures him. “Or Bucky. You took a moment. I’m sure if I’d been in your shoes, I would have done the same.”

You look at Steve whose face is wracked with guilt and embarrassment, probably because of how desperate he’d been to find you and how lost he had been in that feeling.

When they’d finally found you, all he could think about was being with you. He’d told you this while falling asleep two nights ago. All he’d wanted to do was hold you and feel you, safe, in his arms.

He looks at you and you give him a small smile, reaching under the table to place your hand over his but he turns his over and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Bucky doesn’t look guilty. He’s giving Nat a long appreciative look, followed by a thankful nod for her words. He must know how guilty Steve must feel.

“We were both there, Steve.” He tells him, turning to his life-long friend. “We both failed in catching him.”

You blink, stunned and loving the complete turn around Bucky has made since you were taken. He’s so supportive of Steve being in this relationship with the two of you now.

It might be wrong to think it, but you’re glad that Aaron took you. If it means that you, Bucky, and Steve can be together. It was worth it.

As that thought flows through your mind, you’re bombarded with the disgusting image of a heavy tongue, the sharp taste of alcohol. Vodka? It’s second hand, like you’re tasting in on something…or someone.

You feel hard, bruising fingers digging into your shoulders, arms, hips. It passes in an instant and you blink, a grimace on your face.

“Are you hurting?” Steve asks, noticing your expression.

“No.” You tell him, turning to meet his storm blues.

“I can take you back to the room.” Steve insists.

“I’m okay, Steve.” You assure him.

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You smile and without hesitation, Steve scoots closer, adjusting your leg as he goes until he can wrap an arm around your shoulders.

Tony blinks at the two of you, his eyes then wander to Bucky who is staring at the monitor. The silence seems to go one forever until Bucky finally meets Tony’s eyes.

“What?” He asks, looking slightly startled to be watched.

“What’s going on here?” He looks at you and Steve then back at Bucky.

Bucky doesn’t even bother to turn. “Is that really your business?”

Tony looks at Nat who’s smiling wide, staring at her feet.

“Tony…” You start.

“She’s ours.” Steve says, his brow furrowed as he dares Tony to say something.

Tony however gives Bucky one more glance as Bucky’s own lips curl into a smug smile, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Wow.” Tony mutters, turning to Nat who has turned to look at him. “I didn’t think they had it in them.”

Nat chuckles amused and apparently thinking the same thing.

“I didn’t think that’s where it would end up, but I’m glad I pushed Steve on her.” She says.

Tony looks impressed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky asks him, eyes narrowed.

“Nothing. Just…someone from your gen, I didn’t think it was possible.” He admits.

“Oh.” Bucky replies lamely. He seems to understand what Tony is saying. “It wasn’t without struggle.”

“I bet.” Tony laughs.

Your cheeks are burning, slightly embarrassed by the focus on your sex life. “How are we monitoring the ship?”

Your attempt to get them back onto work is successful and Tony looks back to the monitor. “Satellite mostly. Vision, Sam, and Wanda have gone to check the base we were ambushed at. See if they can find any clues.”

“But he’s not there.” You realize. “Not on the ship. Not at the base?”

“No.” Nat shakes her head, frowning with her own arms crossed across her own chest, mirroring Bucky. “He’s not there.”

“I wanna go back.” You state.

Bucky and Steve both look at you, startled and both of them shift to face you.

“What?” Steve asks.

“I wanna go see the ship.” You tell him, then turn to Bucky. “I need to go back.”

“Why?” He asks, reluctant, a bite of anger in his voice.

“I…I need to see if I can remember what happened in those two weeks.” You explain. “I’ve been-”

You’re not really sure why you stop talking but you do.

“What is it, honey?” Steve asks, reaching down to rub your back.

“I’ve been getting flashes.” You confess and both men tense beside you.

“What kind of flashes?” Bucky asks.

“What have you seen?” Steve wonders, at the same time.

“Nothing clear.” You tell them, not wanting to admit what you think those flashes might be. “Just fragments. Nothing’s coherent. It’s jumbled. I get tastes and smells. The memory of pain.”

Bucky’s metal hand is clenched into a tight fist, groaning on the table as he squeezes Aaron’s neck in his mind.

“You think going back to the ship will help you remember?” He already knows what you’re going to say but he also doesn’t want to take you.

“Yes.” You whisper, strained and emotional. “I do.”

Bucky looks at Steve and they share one long look, both of their brows furrowed, exchanging words and communicating as only they can without words.

Steve is the one that nods. “Okay. But we go first.”

The ship rocks beneath you. It sways one way for a long time, then the other.

With the sea calmer, it’s easier for you to walk around the huge deck with your boot.

Bucky and Steve walk beside you. They’re uneasy with you here. Protective. However, they keep their hands to themselves because you’ve already snapped at them for trying to hold you and keep you from walking on your still very much broken ankle.

Helen had frowned at you when she’d checked your leg and you’d told her you were coming here. But you don’t care. You need to do this.

The brine in the air coats your skin, making it sticky. It’s hot. You’re already moist from the heat and the salt makes you feel dirty even if you aren’t.

You’re in full uniform, despite the injury, the right leg cut up high on your thigh which leaves your skin exposed on that side.

It’s like a waking nightmare, this place of rust and tarnish. A ghost ship. No one but you, Bucky, and Steve on board.

The sun hangs high, not a cloud in sight. A single glistening bulb to light up your dark day.

Part of you knows what you’ll find here. You know, but you can’t stop. You need to remember even if you’ll wish afterwards that you don’t.

As your each the hatch door, the one you’d tripped over and broken your ankle on, Steve hurries forward to open it.

Bucky moves inside first, scanning the landing before he holds out his hand for you to take it.

You do. You need help. There’s no denying it.

Feeling like a helpless child is just something that you don’t need from Bucky and Steve. They don’t need to coddle you.

Bucky helps you over the rim of the hatch then Steve follows, his hands hovering beside your waist as Bucky helps you down the creaking metal stairs.

Everything looks so much clearer today than it did that day. The walls had been so large and looming as you’d raced away from Aaron. Dark. Threatening.

Today they’re only walls. Just as you remember. Top half painted red. Bottom painted black.

“Which way?” Bucky asks you, stopping at an intersection you don’t remember running through, but your gut tells you straight, so you point onwards.

Bucky goes. The deeper the three of you walk the darker it seems to get.

Somehow, the electricity is still working but the lights are dim and there are spaces of darkness between one and the other.

“Y/N…” Steve begins, worry heavy.

“I’m fine.” You tell him, the edge of irritation still dripping in your tone.

You know they love you, but you aren’t made of glass.

He sighs behind you, frustrated too. He hates you being here. More than Bucky does.

“Steve.” Bucky warns.

You can feel the anger between them but also the camaraderie. The ease of their movements and decisions in their one and only goal of keeping you safe.

The ship groans around you, a wailing that scratches and peels your insides as a terrible feeling begins to overcome you.

That noise is so familiar. The cry of metal brings back another flash of memory. It comes on quickly but this time, it isn’t fleeting. You catch the image and hold onto it.

With a gasp, you let it overwhelm you.

You’re sobbing. Crying weakly with sadness and surrender because you don’t stand a chance. This is the absolute end for you, and you know it.

He’s touching you. Caressing and groping. Hands slipping underneath your shirt to pluck and pull at your breasts.

You shut your eyes and wish you were anywhere but here. You want to fight, to scream and struggle but the straps are too tight, and you can’t move.

There’s no use begging. There’s nothing you can say to make him stop.

“Y/N?” Bucky checks, seeing the pain on your face, the revulsion in the downward twist of your mouth.

“I’m okay.” You insist, breathless and you move past him, ignoring the heavy silence behind you as he and Steve exchange what is probably one of those weighty looks they seem to communicate with.

The door you’re looking for is close.

You see the sign in Portuguese that designates this as the Medical Bay. The smell of ammonia, the sea, but also the smell of rotting fish bring back the only memory that you’ve been able to really see clearly. The one you made before your escape. The freshest one.

Your plan of seducing Aaron. Pretending you want him so that he’ll untie you. You feel his hand between your legs again, pressing and massaging as you internally gag but hope that the deceit works.

Now you realize that the reason you’d known to give in to him, the reason you’d known that he’d fall for it is because he’d already been wearing you down.

As you reach the doorway of the room you’d been kept in, you glance around at the low ceilings, the rusted corners of the walls and furniture. You see the table you’d been strapped to, your straps still hanging from the sides of the thin mattress.

It takes all of your grit to step into that room and allow yourself to be consumed by the truth of those two weeks.

“Y/N?” Steve says gently, reaching out to stroke your elbow.

You move to the nearest seat; the one Aaron had been sitting in by your bed. Bolted into the floor. All you can do is stare at the mattress, listening as the loves of your life follow.

Should you tell them? You don’t want to. This will anger them. It might break them.

“This is where he had me.” You tell them and listen as they move to stand at your sides. Bucky on your right. Steve to your left.

You take Bucky’s hand, holding onto the metal with a sudden need to feel him there. Then you take Steve’s right with your left.

“I…” You hesitate, shutting your eyes and it clips by like a silent film. Short bursts of memory as vivid as a movie. A horror. Each clip cuts off and then the new one takes its place.

Aaron pinning you down, hard aggressive hands on your hips, leaving bruises while you plead with him and struggle. Your face a grimace of pain and sorrow.

Aaron with his head between your legs where you don’t want to feel him, as you bang your head back against the bed—your hands clenching and curling into claws—wishing you could be dead because you can’t believe that even with the white hot anger surging through you that you still can’t rip through your binds and strangle him.

Aaron naked above you, his body pressed down on you so heavy that you can hardly breath. Gasping and crying and he hits you because he hates that you won’t stop sobbing. He presses his palm against the left side of your face, shoving it painfully into the mattress as you finally go still and let him do what he wants.

Aaron cleaning you afterwards. Finding new clothes because he tore your suit. He dresses you and makes you as pretty as he can manage before you finally pass out.

That had only been the first time.

You open your eyes and stare at the bed where you’d wished it would all just be over. You’d assumed he would kill you. You’d thought that you’d never see Bucky again or Steve. In your head you had told them you loved them and goodbye while also lamenting that Bucky probably didn’t care that you loved him still.

You’d thought about how much you’d hurt him by wanting Steve and in effect torturing Steve by wanting him but knowing you’d have to leave them both.

Pulling Bucky’s hand up closer, you press it to your cheek, snuggling into the metal. Grateful that he’d changed his mind. He does love you after all.

“What baby?” He asks, voice as soft as the tuft on a kitten’s belly.

You look up at him, staring into the dark gray of his eyes, wishing they were bright with the moon and the stars, even the scorching sun outside, instead of darkened by the hideousness of this place.

“Let’s go home.” You sigh.

Steve’s drops your hand but only so that he can caress the back of your head.

Somehow, they both know that you don’t want to talk about it.

“You’re safe now, Y/N.” Steve assures you. “We’ve got you.”

The ride home is quiet but you’re in their arms. You cling to Bucky while Steve rests his arm behind Bucky’s shoulders so that he can sit close to you too. He runs his hands along the back of your head, caressing you. Comforting you.

They can see that you need it even if they don’t know why. Your loves are so good. They don’t ask you why and you’re grateful. Maybe when you’re ready…someday…you’ll tell them.

All you want to do now is pull yourself back up. Leave all of that behind and love them. You want to start living the life you’d thought was impossible to have in that bed while Aaron broke you.

And yet, as you tighten your arms around Bucky’s waist, your mind wonders where Aaron has slinked off to and you hope that he fell overboard trying to escape. Please let him have drowned.

Bucky takes a mission. For you. For Steve. He knows it’s time. It’s been almost two months. Your cast came off and your ankle still isn’t completely healed but it’s much better.

This of course means only one thing.

Steve.

It feels like an event. Almost like the anticipation when you know something good is supposed to come and the day is looming closer and closer. The promise of pleasures and happiness painting the day yellow.

It’s evening when Bucky pulls you into the hangar. He’s still clutching your hand, turning to look you over.

“How’s your ankle?” He looks down at your feet, sandals worn because you can’t stand slipping your ankle in and out of shoes.

It still aches.

“I’m okay.” You promise him.

“He’s excited.” Bucky says, an amused half smile on his lips.

“Me too.” You admit. “I’m sorry that you’re going though. I hate it when you leave.”

“I’ll always come back to you.” He says and there’s no doubt in your mind. “I hope he knows how much of a sacrifice I’m making to let him go first.”

“Bucky…” You smile wryly. It sounds funny when he puts it that way.

He traces the shape of your hip, his hand slipping a little further to the back to stroke the curve of your bum.

His touch is exhilarating. Now you definitely don’t want him to go.

“It’s time.” He says. “After tonight we’ll know for sure if this is gonna work.”

“Does it hurt you?” You frown, worrying as you reach up to place your hands on his chest, stroking the tight muscle.

“Not hurt. I am worried. Worried that you’ll like it too much or not enough. I want this to work, Y/N.” He’s serious too.

“It’s not weird talking about me having sex with someone else anymore?” You wonder.

“Not weird. Maybe surreal? If it had been before that asswipe, I think I’d have been going out of my mind. The idea of someone else touching you back then was absolutely crazy.”

“And now?”

“Well, it’s Steve. Our Steve. It’s okay.” He nods. He means it. You love him. “But anyone else tries to touch you, let them know I’ve got a knife with a lovely edge that’ll cut through bone.”

You chuckle, the threat real but low and sensational. You bite your bottom lip, feeling a small bit of panic parting with him.

He’s been your rock since the ship. Since you remembered.

You haven’t told him but he’s kind of guessed. He even cried with you one night when Steve was passed out. Too deeply asleep to hear the distress the two of you were in. Bucky had apologized to you for not being by your side where he belonged.

~~~~~~~~~~

“I should have been there.” His voice catches, hitching on the last word as his whisper becomes a sob. “I should have stopped him.”

“It’s not your fault, Bucky.” You sigh. How had he guessed? You hadn’t given any hints.

You’ve been so careful. You haven’t even flinched or cried since that day on the jet back home. Perhaps he saw it in your eyes?

“I’ll kill him.” Bucky gasps, growling his whisper as he pulls you close.

His arms are vices are you, steel and flesh. You can almost feel his desire to absorb you. To trap you there against his chest where you’re safe and no one can ever touch you that way again.

You sob quietly, afraid of waking Steve.

“Does he know?” You ask Bucky and Bucky pulls back to stare into your eyes. His face is a torn expression of agony and searching worry. He wants you to be okay. He can’t stand the idea of you hurting.

The love in his eyes in so painful but warm and healing too.

Bucky swallows hard and licks his lips. He strokes your cheeks, wiping away the slow soundless tears that roll along your cheeks, staining your pillow.

Almost like he knows that you and Bucky are talking about him, Steve’s arms tighten around your waist. He cuddles more securely against your back, the tip of his nose grazing against the back of your head.

He breathes in deeply then exhales with a small moan as his sleep pulls him down deeper. You know that sound by heart now. He won’t wake up again tonight.

“He guesses.” Bucky says, looking over your head at Steve. “It kills us both. No one was supposed to do that to you. Both of us failed.”

“No.” You sigh, tracing the scruffy point of his chin. His face is so close, you could kiss him with a tilt of your head. “It just happened Bucky. No one failed anyone. It’s over. I’m okay. I’m here with you and Stevie and I’m so happy.”

Bucky sighs, shutting his eyes and squeezing them tight. He’s struggling because he knows he should let it go. He needs to let it go. You’re telling him that you’re moving on.

“I’m just so angry. I’ve never wanted to pull someone’s spine out through their mouths so much.”

“I know. And I’m so grateful, babe. But I don’t want him to hurt us. I love you and I love Steve and it’s us until the world ends. Right?” You stroke his cheek with one finger.

“How can I help?” He asks, completely at a loss. “How do I make this better?”

“You can’t. Just love me. That’s all I need. Hug me and kiss me and never bring it up again.” You rub his nose with yours, staring into those nearly black eyes of his. “I choose you and Steve. He didn’t break me.”

Bucky wraps his arms around you and Steve, pulling both of you closer in order to press you right up against his own chest. It’s almost like you will never be close enough.

He kisses you lovingly. Sorrowfully. Steve groans and Bucky pulls back, realizing he’s holding on too tight.

“Sorry, punk.” He tells sleeping Steve.

Steve sighs in his sleep and releases you. He turns around and you twist in Bucky’s arms to wrap your arms around Steve’s waist and spoon up behind him. Bucky hugs you both again, hands softly resting on Steve’s sides as he kisses your head and all three of you finally drift off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

The word hasn’t left your lips or his. No one calls it what it was because neither of you need to. All of you know what happened on that ship. All of you know what Aaron is.

You refuse to let it drag you down, but you’ve also started seeing someone to talk about it. Bucky approves. Steve gave you the name and number. Your boyfriends are so supportive.

It surprises you that with your first night with Steve hovering over you, you don’t feel the need to call her. But you also know that this intimacy is not what happened on that ship.

You want Steve. It’s not the same. This…this is love.

“If you need to stop, tell him. It’s Steve so he’ll probably panic but he’ll take good care of you.” Bucky says.

“I know. I’ll be fine. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. Except you.” You smile up at him, hooking your hands around his hips to give him a quick shake and he dips to kiss you, breathing in as he opens his mouth and dips his tongue in to taste you.

You moan against his lips.

“Come on, lover boy.” Nat teases, pulling on his hair a little as she passes but Bucky doesn’t break the kiss.

He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you against his chest.

You know that he’s making it count.

He leaves you breathless and trembling. Eager for his return.

“When you come back…your turn.” You lick your lips, staring at his in anticipation of the fun you’ll both have.

“Stay safe.” He pleads with you, giving you one final peck before reaching down to grab his bag.

“Come back to me.” You demand and he goes with one quick final wave as the ramp rises and the door shuts.

The jet rises, hovering out of the hangar into the evening sky, then disappears too quickly leaving the air heavy with your want and woe.

Your heart aches all the way back up to your floor.

Frowning with your mind on Bucky, you move out of the elevator but freeze as you’re suddenly face to face with a trail of very tiny LED flame colored candles. The lights in the hallway and sitting room are off plunging the usually bright space into semi-darkness, lit only by the trail of candles.

Safer. You’re tickled that even in this particular situation, Steve considers safety first.

You follow the trail, stepping between the alternating pattern of lights; one on the left then a little further ahead one on the right.

The trail leads all the way to your room, halfway between Steve’s and Bucky’s. It winds into the room and then up onto your desk where the candles stop but a string of lights begin on the wall. They wind their way up to the ceiling in mismatching arches. A total of six light strings gather up over your bed, bathing it in a soft yellow glow.

Standing beside it, Steve nervously shifts his weight from one foot to the other, wearing a nice light blue button up to go with his black jeans. An angel in casual clothes.

You stop by your desk, staring at him with wide eyes and an easy smile.

“I wanted to do something special, but I didn’t want to be cheesy with rose petals and all of that…I…I know that things have been a little tough lately. I know with what happened-”

“Steve…” You interrupt him, not needing to hear the rest.

You’re ready.

Everything is perfect. The light casts vibrant shine and shadow across Steve’s beauty, pulling you in. Seducing you.

“Kiss me.” You order and he crosses the room in three large steps. Eager.

You’re in his arms, lifted off the ground as he kisses you. He turns you, carries you to the bed and the two of you fall onto the mattress. He lays himself on you, crushing you to the bed.

It happens in an unwelcome instant. His weight on you the trigger.

You flash back to the ship.

Your heart panics and you gasp, a sudden and passing fear makes you pull back and whimper.

“Shit.” Steve says, pulling back, staring into your eyes as he makes to get up. “I’m sorry.”

“Wait…” You tell him, shaking your head quickly as you look up into his beautiful storm blue eyes. “Just give me a second.”

“Honey, we don’t have to.” He says.

“Steve, shut up.” You say sternly. “You’re fucking me tonight, you hear me?”

The statement catches him off guard, but he doesn’t protest again.

“I just…” You sigh, tracing the shape of his arms to his shoulders then down to his chest and the buttons of his shirt.

You undo the top one and then the next then freeze. Suddenly, you know what you need.

As you finish with his buttons, you push the shirt down off his wide shoulders exposing taut, shifting muscles as he leans down to kiss your lips with a soft peck. With a firm hand you push him up until you can turn him around to sit on the bed. You straddle his waist, pushing his shirt off of him and he understands now what you’re wanting.

He takes his shirt off for you and then traces the shape of your shoulders, up to your neck to press his fingers against the sides.

“What next?” He asks, showing you that he knows you’re in charge.

This is what you need. You need to be in control.

“Take off my shirt.” You tell him, kissing him as he hooks his hands into the bottom and pulls it up over your head. “Now my bra.”

His hands shift slowly, giving you time to stop him should you need to, but you don’t. He unclasps the fabric and then slips it off your shoulders, exposing your breasts.

His jaw drops and he goes to grab them, hands eager but you get off of him, step back a bit and unbutton your pants before he can. Letting them fall, you step out of them then move to stand closer to the edge of the bed.

“Take off my panties, Steve.” You don’t dare break eye contact with him, and he stares right back at you, reading your every mood shift.

He scoots to the edge of the bed and guides you between his knees. Slowly, he pushes your panties down, staring into your eyes until they fall at your feet.

“Take off your pants. Your underwear too.” You instruct and he leans back to unbutton them, lifting his ass up a bit to push them down along with his briefs.

Your eyes wander down, following the path of his exposure. The slow, sensual exposure of his solid muscle, chiseled abs, tight hips, narrow waist, strong thighs…and then you see the pink swell of his cock. It’s erect, ready for you.

He leans back, letting you ogle him to your heart’s content, never once looking down at your body as he waits for your next order.

“If my ankle was better…I’d ride you.” You tell him.

You love the flare of his cheeks, bright scarlet as he no doubt pictures you straddling him again to bounce on his lap.

“But I can’t…” You sigh and move closer so that his cock is twitching against your thigh.

“What do you want me to do, baby doll? Tell me.”

“Touch me.” You plead.

This is his permission to look at you and he eats up the exposed visage of your nude form. His eyes tell you that he absolutely loves it.

He brings his hands up along the outside of your thighs, your hips, then he slides his left back behind you to trace the curve of your ass while his right slides down between your legs to play with your slick folds.

You shut your eyes, mouth watering as his middle finger starts at your nub. Rubs a few quick circles then slides his finger back and pushes it inside of you.

“Fuck…” You moan, arching your back, torso pushed towards him.

“Tell me, baby doll.” He says, voice low and husky, eyes dark with lust. Telling you with his eyes what he hopes you’ll say.

“Lick my tits.” You order, and he dives forward. Grateful.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, tracing long slow wet circles with his tongue. He sucks gently, tongue moving in slow waves as he adds another finger to your dripping core. He pumps his fingers faster, sloppy wet noises making your ears burn.

You’re so wet for him. Have been for so long.

“Oh, Steve…” You sigh, as he pulls you closer, wrapping his left arm around your waist.

He tilts his hand down lower, bringing his fingers up at an angle, hooking them as they hit that sweet spot.

“Fuck!” You gasp, lifting your right knee to rest on the outside of his left thigh.

With the added room, he pumps you faster, the lewd noises of your cunt only adding to your arousal. You gasp, head thrown back as you lean into his movements, chasing the peak of that pressure building in your pelvis.

He presses his thumb down onto your clit only twice making you orgasm. You shudder, curling back towards him and he catches you, holding you close as he gently grazes his teeth along your nipples and slows the pump of his fingers.

You twitch until he stops completely and removes his digits, bringing them up to his mouth to suck and lick clean.

The sight of him is so lurid, it drives the heat back into your tummy and you wrap your arm around his neck, leaning down to kiss him and taste yourself on his tongue.

His hands are ceaseless in their movement, exploring every bend and curve of your body as he kisses you, loving the feel of your dewy skin. Sparkling with tiny incandescent stars.

When he pulls back, he pushes your hair back, tilting your head so that your sex-hazed eyes will focus on his.

“Now what?”

“Fuck me, Steve.” You beg, “Please, fuck me.”

Steve tosses you back down onto your back then after a moment of consideration he flips you onto your left and slides in behind you. He lifts your right leg, hooking it up and over his waist.

“Don’t wanna hurt your leg, baby doll.” He lines himself up with your opening, scooting in closer and closer until his chest is pressed against your back.

You look over your shoulder at him and he leans forward to meet your lips in a kiss as he buries himself in you, thrusting his hips against your ass with a soft clap.

The moan that shudders from your mouth into his quakes. He feels so different to Bucky. Still big but longer. Reaching. Not as thick but in this position, he’s hitting that sweet spot again.

Breaking the kiss, you reach back to press your hand against his ass, holding him there for a moment to enjoy the sensation.

“You like that, honey?”

“Yeah.” You reply, voice rising in pitch and you hear the squeak that Bucky had told Steve about a few weeks back. It’s more of a cry. An exclamation of pleasure.

Steve smiles, enjoying the sound. Taking pride that he’s brought it out in you like Bucky said he might if he gets you just right.

He pulls back and thrusts in again. You cry out, falling forward to grip the sheets in as tight a fist as you can manage with the buzz from your previous climax making your muscles weak.

Steve finds his rhythm, pumping in and out with clean, long strokes. You’re so wet that he slides in with no resistance. It makes him eager and he’s soon shoving himself into you fast and hard.

He kisses your shoulder, pushing you forward so that he can kiss the center of your back. He crushes you flat into the mattress, shifting so that you’re laying completely flat as he settles right over you, burying himself all the way to the hilt.

Reaching down between your body and the bed, he finds your clit and curls his fingers flat against it, pushing on it hard and in time with his thrusts. His other arm wraps around your shoulders, hand slipping down to squeeze your right breast.

He nips at your neck, biting and sucking, licking when you whimper and mewl his name.

“Steve…oh, fuck baby…Steeeeeve”

Your toes curl. Legs bending up on either side of Steve’s knees. Pressure building until your body goes rigid then crumbles into twitches as you’re overcome with ecstasy.

Steve grinds down hard, grunting, thrusting slower and harder only twice more then he spills himself into you, hot and thick.

The two of you lay there, gasping for breath.

Steve pulls himself up a bit but only to trace kisses along the middle of your back, down along your spine. He’s still so hard. Still ready.

“I wanna go again.” He confesses, balancing on his hands with his arms extended as he watches the side of your face he can see.

You chuckle, hearing the longing in his voice. It’s an almost strangled desire and you know where it’s coming from.

“When?” You ask.

“Right now.” He sighs, leaning down over you again on his elbows, kissing your back once more.

“No,” You sigh, swallowing to clear your throat as you catch your breath. “When did you first want to sleep with me?”

“Oh.” Steve doesn’t even think. “Remember that night when we got back from Sokovia and you thought we should take a dip in the hot tub to relax?”

You think back to the night, full of somewhat revels but also somber reflection at the loss of life.

“Yeah.”

“Remember how you gave me that massage when I was feeling down about the people we couldn’t save?” He asks.

“You mean when you pretended to be okay with it, but I saw through your lying ass and got you to give in and tell me the truth?” You throw at him and he chuckles.

“Only for you.” He admits. “I only gave in because it was you.”

“That was when you first wanted to sleep with me?” You ask.

“No. Remember when Thor came in and you turned around and leaned over the edge to talk to him?” He seems to remember the moment so vividly, but that part isn’t so clear to you.

“Sort of?” You remember being annoyed because you were alone with Steve in the hot tub and if anything was going to happen it would have been there.

“Well, when you bent over, your suit bottoms got…I don’t know, stuck in the crease where your butt meets your leg,” He reaches down to trace the very curve he means and your skin breaks into shivers. “And they kinda…awe, man, this is gonna make me sound like such a perv.”

“Tell me.” You beg, pushing him back so that he falls out of you, but you turn around to lay on your back. He settles back down between your legs.

“I saw you. Your…” He lowers his voice, cheeks flaming again. “Your pretty little pussy.”

Your own heart stammers in your chest at the shyness in his voice. He just finished having his way with you but hearing him talk like that about you fills you with such a thrill.

“It was just there, all open for me to see. I almost leaned over to touch…taste…but then you sat back down. It was only for two seconds but I saw it and I um…I—remember how I left right after that?” He asks.

You shake your head because no. You don’t remember. You’re lamenting your quick movement to sit. If you’d let him see you back then for a little longer…maybe he would have given in to taste you?

Damn it!

“Well, I went to my room and jerked off to your picture. That one of us by the lake? And you’re wearing that other swimsuit. The one with the stripes.” He admits, somewhat embarrassed. Somewhat glad. Somewhat nervous.

You laugh, reaching up to cup the sides of his face, feeling the heat of his cheeks as your own burn too.

“Well, you don’t have to jerk off anymore, Steve. I’m right here.” You assure him. “Or if you do…let me watch?”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. Chuckling against your lips.

Finally, after so many years of unrequited love, you and Steve are together.

“Yeah.” He agrees. “And I’ve got you right where I want you.”

Your mouth falls open as he pushes in once more, intent on making up for lost time.

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Julian x Reader x Asra || A Punishment Is In Progress

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I love Poly ships man (considering I AM polyamory). I think this one was requested but I don't really remember since this should have been updated last year in August..

Warning: Slight dirty talk, cummings, F/M/M, poly, Dom Asra, Switch Reader, Mostly Sun Julian, oral sex, collars, rough sex, anal sexual penis in vagina sex, double penetration and impregnation maybe. ❤️

Personal note: Yay! Guess who was basically erased from their school, yep it was me. They told my mom they had no info on me when I was there the year before. Guess everyone is trying to get rid of me lololol. It's reasonable I'm trash.

Rating: Explict

Word Count: 3k or 3318 (if your dense..)

Anyway, enjoy!

Xoxo

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The girl held a dark blush on her (s/c) cheeks as she sat on the fluffy bed, a dark smirk over her lush lips as the man before her kneeled on the ground biting his lip whimpering before her.

Her foot pressed harder against his clothed cock making the redhead arch and wiggle desperately. His large hands digging into the carpets leaving indents as he begged for her. His naked chest rising and falling as his blush worked its way to his neck and ears.

He really was cute, she thought moving her foot, knocking her big toe more between his shaking thighs bumping against his balls. Julian yelped, before a low moan slipped from his chest filling the room as he rolled his hips a little.

He tilted his head up begging, a collar around his throat as she held the leash to it lazily looking at him with a toothy grin.

"What is it baby boy?~"

She purred and he basically almost came right there. His voice was trembling, hands digging into the floor until his knuckles turned white, cheeks a dark red as he pleaded hoping she'd give him what he wanted.

"P-Please~ I can't hold it mommy~"

He whimpered weakly as he rolled his hips some more trying to bring himself closer to his orgasm. She grinned and yanked the leash in the dominant hand sending him forward, a choked yelp leaving him as she spread her legs, his nose bumping into the silky smooth thong she had on. The smell of lavender and something much sweeter seizing him making him drool as he pressed even closer holding her legs open to take a closer look.

Thanks to him being impatient he was rewarded with a firm tug in his hair making him snap his head up to meet a fiery glare. His loins basically scorned at such a heated look as he whimpered wanting to devour her already.

He was being a bad boy again and she scoffed shaking her head. She leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his lips one second before roughly kissing his lips catching the surprised moan that left him as his bulge rubbed between her toes. Her tongue slipping into his mouth clashing against his own that really didn't put up much of a fight considering she was to win anyway.

He bucked kissing back desperately hoping she'd reward him and when she pulled away, a string of saliva being the only thing connecting them as he panting heavily, she smiled before running a hand through his hair once more.

He let her lead him back to in between her thighs and he looked up for permission to which she gave.

Immediately he pressed his face flushed against her silky panties holding her legs open once more as he licked a fine line from his pussy to her clit, a startled moan leaving her mouth as her fist tightened in his red locks.

"J-Juju~ babyboy~"

She whimpered as he moved a thumb up to scoot the fabric aside before her went down on her scooting the beautiful fabric to the side.

His tongue was searing hot and wet, lips eagerly sucking on the round hard clit as he nibbled the soaked folds. His miss matched eyes looked up at her as she trembled against him. Her hand tugging his hair as he whined forcing himself not to reach in his pants and stroke his fat cock.

Her legs trembled and Julian couldn't help but push her, she leaned back on the bed and the sly dog took his chance to follow. Her shaky legs over his wide shoulders as he drowned in her, his moans making her whimpered and moan loudly as they caused delicious vibrations in her core.

The man was a fucking wizard with his tongue, him and Asra alike for that matter.

She shuddered at the thought of them both, if the magician was here they'd get punished for sure. It's just that Asra didn't like being left out in things like this, she did admit though.. seeing a heated Asra always turned her on but they both were simply so cute to her as well.

Julian nibbled at her clit and she yelped arching pressing his face even closer as he gave a lazy chuckle, his knees on the soft bed and hips rutting against the sheets leaving heavy smears of precum. His face blood red as he moaned at her tugging on his hair. He loved it so fucking much. He loved her so fucking much, her and Asra.

Julian shuddered at the thought of the male towering over him pinning his wrist down as he abused his greedy asshole along with (y/n) riding his face of course, maybe he'd make a preposition later. He squeezed her hip at the thought, he couldn't stop shaking, tongue excitedly lapping at her soaking pussy, running over her warm tensing walls, squeezing his tongue so nicely.

Her whimpers and moans filling the room and she was about to squirt in Julian's excited mouth when someone rasped on the bedroom door a couple times, a tingling sensation that neither one of them caused suddenly rushing over them causing shivers. She bit her lip tugging on Julian's leash for a second and sure enough he lifted his head, both of them looking towards the door which was now open even when they closed it.

Asra leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and a sketchy smile on his face. His violet eyes had been closed but slowly he opened them looking at his lovers who seemed frozen for a second. Julian's hair a mess and lips puffy and bruised. Her self having twitching thighs sweaty skin not to mention they both had been blushing deeply.

"Well, well, well.~ What's happening here hmm? And without me?"

The shorter male asked tilting his head, a mocked confused look over his features. He dropped his arms before stepping into the room closing the door behind him. Julian sat up more looking more at his male lover, biting his lip glancing over him before he tried to speak.

"L-Love, you're finally home! How was your trip?-"

Julian pauses when Asra cupped his chin. The white haired male looking down at the two with a sweet smile that clearly hid something deeper.

He didn't even speak or went to tell Julian to shush he just immediately kissed him. (Y/n) looked at them, a blush starting to cloud her face as she watched the two. Julian moaned into the other's mouth as Asra hummed glancing at the girl from the corner of his eye.

A spark shoot up her spine and she gasped before falling back into the bed making the redhead pull away to look at her curiously watching as she shuddered, Asra smiles, his magic tickling her all over as she trembled and Julian starts to sweat a little. Asra purrs kissing his neck before whispering in his ear.

"Oh! Keep going, don't mind me~"

He purrs and Julian fucking whines. The magician lets the redhead go and immediately Julian is in between her legs again. His tongue excitedly slipping out to flick her hard clit, his hands holding her trembling legs open stopping her from clamping them around his head which, to be honest, he didn't mind at all but he really wanted her right now.

Asra hummed watching the two on the soft bed, he moves his hands down and pulls off his bag before sitting it down on the floor. He then proceeded to grab the rim of his shirt and pull it over his messy head showing the beautiful light brown skin and those hard abs and nipples. His pants hanging on his hips showing a bit of that v line they all loved.

He stepped closer to the bed before slowly running his hand down the middle of Julian's sweaty back getting a cute shiver in response. He teasingly played with the two dimples exposed on the other before smacking his ass. Julian jerk gasping as the girl looked up at him before playing with herself.

Her fingers immediately moving down and shoving themselves inside her as she blushed deeply, thrusting them and curling them and Jules watched like a lion who hadn't eating in weeks, his ass feeling warm now even through the layer of pants.

Asra let out a low chuckle before grabbing the waist of the other's pants yanking them along with the redhead's briefs down exposing his pale ass, a red hand print forming on the sensitive skin.

Julian shuddered turning his head back only for the magician to lay a much harder smack this time. Julian bucked, the head of his excited, leaky cock catching the soft sheets giving his hot body some sort of relief as he whined. His head hanging over (y/n) who blushed before giving Julian's chest hot eager licks. Taking his nipples in her mouth and even proceeding to leave dark bruises on his pale skin loving the idea that many would end up seeing it.

"That's right, keep your eyed up there Jules."

Asra purred before bringing his hand back and sticking it in his mouth wetting the digit up with great care before he got on the bed, pushing it in the other's twitching and gasping asshole. He loved how loudly Julian moaned. He curled his finger as he fully submerged it in the other's pink walls watching closely as the doctor trembled, thighs getting sweaty and balls tightening even more.

"Wow, you're such a bitch hm, Jules?~ Your anal pussy is basically begging for me cock~"

He grinned and Julian really started to cry, he needed more then kissing, more then his cock rutting against the sheets, and more than just a finger.

"O-Oh!~ P-Please please, I need more. I'll do anything~"

Now that last part caught both his lovers attention, (y/n) perking and pulling away from his chest to look up at him while Asra simply casted his gaze with a lifted eyebrow.

(Y/n) grinned reaching down and cupping Julian's cock while Asra opened him up. The organ firm and slippery with his preseed. It felt heavy as well and granted, the second she gripped it he started to cry, tears running down his cheeks as he panted heavily, the member throbbing.

"Anything?~"

"A-Anything!~"

He agreed and he needed to say no more as she scooted down until she could slip him inside of her. Julian tried really hard not to buck, not to slam inside and desperately hug her close. His hands fisting the sheets on each side of her and his hips quaking as he waited for her to go call.

When she allowed it Julian rammed in pressing to the deepest parts of her with a loud groan as she let out a high pitched cry wrapping her arms around his shoulders as leverage.

Asra had decided he spreaded the other enough and climbed up, he separated Julian's ass to watch how nicely his hole gasped for more before leaning forward giving it a lick before he pulled down his own pants.

Asra's cock being wider and about average, white shaved curls at the base and it curved up, a low stream of precum flowing out as he grabbed the redheads hips to get him to stay still for a second. Julian bit his lip slowing down as the girl below him panted heavily twitching a little.

Asra slammed in holding Julian's hips tightly when it sent the other forward, a loud keen falling from his lips. The force of Asra's thrust forced Julian to press even deeper in the female who dug her nails into his back leaving dark, angry red lines as she drug them down his back.

Asra May have seemed nice but his pace showed his true colors. He brutal thrust and persistent biting that laced all over Julian's back. He really was upset but god did it feel good. No, it felt fucking amazing especially with his heavy magic filling the heated room running over their flesh.

It was fucking perfect.

Julian let out a loud cry, his lean, well formed body arching like a bitch in heat as he towered over (y/n) who whimpered underneath him. The meaty cock in his ass abusing his nerves relentlessly as Asra tightly held his hips, his own cock being hugged by the girl's tight walls, with each hot thrust a hush of liquid squirted out of her leaving her breathless.

Asra let out low grunts and growls, his hold on the taller's hips starting to form bruises in the pale skin as Julian bucked. His hole spasming back around the magician's cock while he pressed deeper into his female lover as well.

She was wet, soaking the sheets under them. Julian's crimson face in front own her own, sweat running over his skin as well as tears, his hair bouncing as he whined above her. Other than the redheads face, Asra was making her hot as well.

She should have known better and that joining Julian's little prank would have been more then a 'slap on the wrist' and now she was getting punished as well.

The white haired male seemed angry, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark as he leaned down. Julian lowered his head before keening loudly when Asra pressed deeply into his guts, rearranging him for sure and as a result Julian sent an aggressive thrust into her already ruined pussy.

She dug her nails harder into Julian's back letting out a choked up apology as the redhead tried to tell her it was ok, kissing her forearm before tilting his head to speak to his other lover.

"A-Asra~ Please..OH!~"

He arched again, thighs shaking violently as Asra bit down on his shoulder hard enough to cause blood resulting in the other male squeezing his cock so deliciously that he nearly came in him right there. (Y/n)'s thighs twitching over their own as Asra spoke into the other's ear.

"Shut up Juju~ Take my strokes you greedy little slut.~''

He then glared down at the girl who yelled when Julian's hips stuttered at such a name, him panting like a dog as his eyes rolled to the back of his head especially when the caramel skinned male laced his fingers in his hair, yanking it enough for a pop to be sounded but still giving the twitching girl a better view and to be honest..suddenly she wanted to bite down on the redheads neck and not care about causing blood.

Asra leaned down kissing her roughly catching her attention again as she moaned in his mouth, his tongue sunk into her wet cavern before he slowly pulled away.

"When I'm finished with him, you're next darling."

And she squirted right there, her back arching hard, her naked breast pressed against Julian's sweaty body. Julian let out another loud cry as she milked him, his cock bursting and his seed filling her up immediately after and Asra let go of his hair letting the redhead slump against the female like the boneless body he had become.

They panted together, breaths mingling and Asra stopped his thrusting pulling out of Julian's spent ass before he could bust a nut inside grunting and not touching it to leave it be.

He panted looking at the spent two as they laid against each other and for a second he thought about letting them rest. Too bad he wasn't feeling that nice at the moment.

Julian found himself laying on his back when he started to focus again, chest sweaty, cum dripping on to his stomach and (y/n) in his lap. Her smaller hands on his hairy, wet chest as she whimpered and bounced on his semi hard erection. The silver and crimson eyed male had to focus a little before he could realize what was happening. When he did he started to blush again looking down to where they connected, biting his lip when she rolled her hips, the mixed cum that was inside her helped warmed him up.

Asra peered over her shoulder moving his hands to cup her (b/s) breast making her purr. His hands moving, delicate fingers rolling circles in her hard nipples and his talented mouth sucking on that sensitive spot of her neck making her lol her head back as she rode Julian's now fully erect cock. Asra mumbled softly against her and she giggled a little before letting out a sudden gasp moving her hips back before rolling them forward.

Julian let out a shaky moan gripping her thighs making Asra smirk, moving his eyes to look at the doctor.

“You like that Jules?~”

Julian shuddered But manages to somehow make a crooked smirk. His hands moving up her (thigh/size) thighs before his thumb firmly pressed against her clit making her jump.

“O-Of course~”

He stuttered and Asra grinned before thrusting, shocking the doctor. Julian hadn’t noticed that they had been sharing to same hole but it made sense as to why he felt so sensitive even inside her. (Y/n) moaned loudly dragging her nails down the redheads chest, over his curly hairs, those cute nipples, and even his navel which made him buck.

As a reaction Asra groaned loudly and they continued like that. Their thrust starting out slow and steady until they were breeding her.

Her chest pressed against Julian’s as he hugged her tightly with the help of the magician that had towered over them, his hands firmly in her back as he rutted with the doctor.

The room filled with many cries of pleasure and the heavy smell of sex and suddenly (y/n) felt and explosive in her. Her tongue shooting out as she desperately rolled her hips for them as Julian wailed, his second orgasm making him gasp and jerk as Asra came as well. His hands moving from her back as he laid on top of her panting heavily, shivers running up and down his back.

Their mixed seeds dripping onto the bed making a complete mess. Their bodies so sweaty it seemed as though they were never going to separate. Julian’s head laid in the pillows, sweat dripping into them as Y/n kissed his chest not caring for the drool she left. Asra purred lowly rubbing her hips soothingly before rubbing the redheads and then repeating.

He felt much better of course over though there was no doubt the after affects would be a bitch. He kissed the girls back nuzzling her lazily as he used his magic, or what he felt he could before he could doze off and grabbed a variety of ointments and creams for them later.

He let the rest by the side of the messy bed as his eyes started to close, something he couldn’t fight of course.

“Don’t play without me next time..”

Came his tired voice and (y/n) huffed but didn’t say much of anything else as Julian let out a tired chuckle. They agreed before slipping off into sleep as well. Julian didn’t even bother to remove his collar when he decided to sleep with his lovers.

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